                                                       A  DAY AT WORK 



    Too early to be reading this junk. Who wants to study death warrants over their morning coffee. At least there’s only four for today. Lets see what have we got today, one husband killer, one druggy, a robbery get away driver, and a revenge killing of a rapist. What the? Some gal killed a rapist and now she’s here for me to execute, something’s wrong. Ahh, I get it now. Date rape and he had enough money and pull to squash things so she took care of it herself. Now the family is out for revenge and looks to get it, poor kid, she’s what, seventeen. So I’ll do her first without letting her even know it’s coming. Who else we got here? The druggy, twenty two, waste of space, burned out, and ugly. Just hang her, second I think. Driver; storekeeper killed, left three kids, knew her boyfriend was going to cap any witnesses before going in, managed to run down some citizens during the getaway attempt. Gut stab her and just let her hang until she dies, long and slow, she’s second , I’ll do the druggy third. Husband killer; oh this ones a peach. Wanted her freedom and his money, good looking for an older broad, thinks she’s classy, what would be fitting for her. Gang rape for a start, video, hard whipping to ruin her face and body then maybe what? Anal impalement out to do it, yah. OK, got my day planned, just got to get all the ducks in a row.
    All is ready when I enter the work room about an hour later. There are times when I am really grateful for the way executions are carried out now. The condemned never knows the sentence until I inform them of it. All they know is that a sentence has been ordered but they never know what it is. Today this will allow me to lie to the kid and cheat the rich bastards who put her here out of some of their revenge. She is handcuffed and belted in a low backed wooden chair and at my approach she cringes. The usual tearful questions follow when she realizes that I will talk to her, something which all of my aids are forbidden to do. She has been told things, things that are all too true, somehow his parents have managed to use their pull to get the word of her execution to her, I will have to look into this and just maybe I can arrange for a little payback. I calm her and smoothly lie to her about her just having to sit and watch whatever happens here today and then she must do some service but she will be home in time for school to start in the fall. she believes because she wants to and I motion to an aid to prepare the driver for her punishment. While the kid is watching wide eyed as he lays out the restraints and the knives I pull the small gun from my pocket and cock it. She never feels a thing as I place it to the back of her neck and pull the trigger. With the sound of the shot her head and body snap forward only to rebound back against the chair back and then fall limply forward to rest. Blood pours from the wound but soon diminishes to just a slow leak then to a dribble. She is dead before she knows it and the only sign of life in her is the dying twitches of her muscles. 
    The driver is next and I do not spare her anything. She knows that she will die and that it will be both long and painful. She is tied to a post by straps running under her armpits, across her hips and around her legs. She is nude as are all who come here to end their lives. She screams and tries to move away from the small leaf shaped blade as I approach her belly but it does her no good. Two small cuts that hardly bleed and it is over. Her eyes betray her relief, that’s all there is to it, it didn’t even hurt much. I know however that I have opened her colon and her stomach. The agony that I promised her will start soon enough and it will be beyond her worst nightmares. We both have time to wait. 
    She moves passivity and without  fight as I lead her to the noose. She knows that what I will do to her is a kindness compared to what the drugs have done and will  do to her. Unable to kick them even with all the help she has had this is the only thing left. Her body is already wrecked by the abuse it has taken. She once was good looking and fit but now in her early twenties she has the body of an old woman, an old whore even, sagging and scared, marked with needle tracks, once proud breasts now hollow sagging dugs, she looks ready to die and now acts it also. Her feet on the trap and the noose around her neck she looks at me and nods. I press the button on the remote control and she drops as the floor beneath her opens. A long drop snaps her neck before she rebounds and drops to spin in place. Her eyes look up at me for a second before they roll back in her head while the convolutions shake her body. I imagine the smile on her face as she leaves her problems behind. Not so much an execution as a mercy killing.
    The driver is now just getting a foretaste of what is to come. The pain is building in her belly to the point where she is beginning to react to it. By the time I finish with the husband killer she will be screaming in agony and would do anything for a drink of cold water to put out the fires in her guts.
     Gold and freedom are much more expensive than she had ever dreamed and now the bill is due. I have her tied on her back on top of a low bench, just the right height to allow a man entrance to the openings in her crotch as he stands between her legs. Her legs are tied up and to the sides so she is open  and exposed for anyone to see and use. I rarely take part in the rapes but there is something that tells me that she will react worse if I start things out. She has been watching as the others paid for their crimes and knows that she will soon do likewise. I jam my cock into her ass without a word and only after I am pounding deeply n her do I inform her of her future. Eye covers protect her eyes as the wire whip lashes across her face, I want her to see the wreck that her fine body is to become under my gentle treatment. I tell her about the video that is even now being shot and how every loser in the world will be jerking off while he  watches her die over and over again. By the time I squirt my load into her ass I have slashed the wire across her fine breasts and flat belly. The blood is leaking from the cuts opened and she has the promise of worse to come.  I leave her to the tender mercies of my volunteers, a special group of men who live for the chance to help me and who may from time to time return the favor. 
     Time passes and both women are suffering the throes of the damned as their punishments progress. The driver’s guts burn and are even hot to the touch. She is begging for something to help the pain but I judge that the time is not yet right. However I do offer to massage her, the lightest touch sends her screaming and the deeper massage has her convulsing in pain as the fire takes her. The good wife is about raped out and her once fine body and beautiful face are now red ruins. My guys have each had her all the times that they can handle so it is time for the final act. I have her eye protectors removed and we stand her in front of a full length mirror so she can gaze on the wreckage of her body. Her reaction is all I could have hoped for and I allow and require her to look until I am sure that she now realizes the price of her actions. I leave her to recover while I go check on the driver. I think she is ready for what may be the last mistreatment. I show her a tall cold glass of water and she wants it worse than life itself. I free her hands and she eagerly grabs it and gulps it down. I may as well have given her a cup of purest acid. The cold water dumped into her red hot guts and exploded. She throws the glass as the pain hits her. Her mind shatters under the impact of the pain, she screams and gibbers, no words can even begin to describe the awful feelings in her slim belly and I release the rest of her bindings. She falls to the floor and lays there writhing. She will die soon and she will die in an agony that she will not remember the reason for. 
    Steel is inserted where my hard cock was once inserted and it lifts her until she slides down it. Her guts twist and move around to allow the rounded end to slid even deeper in her. The slide continues until she has a foot in her. She stops, a bug impaled on a pin before it’s death. Her noises join those of the driver as they both howl and protest the treatment that life has bestowed upon them. We remove the bodies of the other two whole we wait for the life forces to depart those undergoing the tortures still. I will return the body of the raped kid to her family so that they may bury her and at the same time send a message to her rapist’s family that all is not well. The rest of those killed will be buried in the landfill with the rest of the garbage. Soon all is quiet and I cut the throats of the last two and after cleaning up my day is done. 
