                                                  SODUM FILES #1



    Once again we were led from our cells for some reason. We never knew what for or why but often not all of us made it back. Sometimes we were to witness a punishment or to stand for selection for something. Those chosen often were never seen again or returned telling tales of unspeakable terror and pain and many times were taken away forever soon after returning. I have heard others stories and most are like mine. Taken at gunpoint by members of the truth squads never to return. Our great leader Sodum has often praised the truth squads as protectors of the people but I know them to be rapists and killers and worse. I was taken as I walked home from school without any words or reason except that some high official had seen me and wanted to possess me. I know this to be true because he told me when I was delivered to him. He bragged that he could have any person he desired and do whatever he wished without fear of censure or punishment. If he wished he would have both my mother and small sister brought to him and I could watch as he raped and killed them. My choice was clear, willingly allow him to have his way with me or doom my family. The rape that cost me my virginity was coarse and brutal. Used in ways that I had not dreamed existed I was left sorely wounded body and soul. I prayed to die but instead was sent to this hell to be used by any who were able to gain entrance, a collection of the worst kinds of animals to ever exist. Once I was comely and innocent, now I am worn and tired and know too much about things that should remain a secret from young girls. I have only been here for three cycles of my moon days but I have been damaged far beyond what should have possible in such a short time. I have been fortunate in that the last few choosings I have not been picked, perhaps I am no longer pretty enough to choose. I no longer care, the only thing that can happen that will be unknown to me will be death and that I would welcome. 
    There are ten of us in the group today [I think it is day, I have not seen the sky since I was brought here] and we are led to a large room and left on a long bench with our hands tied behind our backs and our feet shackled to rings in the floor. A man enters and addresses us. He is wearing the uniform of a high-ranking member of the truth squads and tells us that we have been lucky enough to be picked to assist in the training of a group of new recruits. Indeed our part will be important in deciding which ones will be come members of that elite group of heroes.  Up to now the only part on the room lit in the bench area but with a wave of his hand somebody turns on the lights and I now realize that this may be the place where we all die. Scattered about the room there is a collection of things designed to kill people. A gallows, a garrote post, a sandbagged wall with both a post and a chair in front of it, by one wall a number of weapons both modern and old, a rack, a forge glowing red, a X cross with a rod poking up from the floor under it, and too many things I am afraid to look closely at or unable to identify.
    A group of young men enter wearing shorts and shoes and go to stand by a low table. There must be about a dozen or so but they move too much for me to count. Each one places a slip of paper in a bowl and steps back to wait. Many are sneaking peeks at the row of nude girls on the bench and more than a few have lumps in their shorts. One or two however look slightly sick and worried. The official talks to them in a voice too low for me to hear and draws a slip of paper from the bowl. He looks at one of the boys and tells him to begin. 
   The kid [for that’s what they are, hardly older than I am] walks over to us and slowly proceeds to inspect each of us. Finally he chooses a  plump girl from the other end of the bench and freeing her feet leads her to the post and ties her hands over her head to an arm that I had not noticed before. She is pulled up until her feet no longer touch the floor and he chooses a short whip. Whatever the whip is made of it is a vicious instrument for each slash cuts her deeply and he works around her until her whole body is a mass of bleeding gashes. She can no longer scream when he drops her to the floor. She just moans as he kicks her over to her stomach and spreads her legs before he drops his shorts and rapes her. Although I can not see for sure somehow I know that he is not taking her in the normal way but is buried in her ass. She whines and moans piteously as he pounds away at her. The unnatural rape is soon over and he stands covered with her blood and shit. She is once more kicked over and he goes to the weapons and returns with a large knife or a small sword. I can hear her as she begs for her life when she sees it but he only smiles as he sticks it into her belly and slashes it upward to her chest. She tries to scream but cannot. He then cuts her large tits from her body and runs the sword into her in the place where a lover should enter. Finally he places a block of wood under her neck and hacks at her. Once, twice, three, four, five times he strikes at her throat before her head rolls free to be picked up and held over his head proudly. He admires it for a while than opens her dead mouth and uses it to clean his manhood of her shit and blood. He is rewarded with a handshake and sent away.
    I understand now what is happening, each of the recruits will be required to torture, rape, and kill one of us in order to be chosen. We are all going to die and die horribly. Part of me wishes to run or hide or to be elsewhere while another part in thankful that my suffering will soon end. Almost anything is worth escaping the hell that my life has become, no matter what one of these heroes does to me it cannot be that much worse than the things I already  have scaring my soul and body and at least this time it will be the last time. I look at my fellow corpses to be and all I see is fear, not one of the ones that I can see seem to realize that this is the only way out for any of us. How can they want to continue living in the hell that is our world? Surely at least one or two must see that this is something to be thankful for. Of course the pain will be awful but will be a small price to pay for our freedom. 
    The next one to be picked comes from next to me, a thin short girl with a boyish body. She screams and fights when he picks her. He needs help to drag her to the rack and secure her on it. 
Her legs are tied spread and the tension is tightened up until her screams climb until her throat tears from the effort and she can no longer maintain them. A red hot iron chars her tiny nipples and a pair of equally hot pinchers tears at the small sensitive nubbin in her secret place. He climbs on top of her and enters her. At least her rape is short, he is very quick, only a few thrusts and he spasms in her. There are a few mocking comments from those waiting as he climbs down but they soon silence as he continues to torment her. The rack tightens more and I can hear her joints and bones creak and snap. She finds new screams to accompany the sounds of her body being torn apart. With one final pull her shoulders fail and suddenly her body sags as her joints and bones separate. With no screams left she just makes piteous mewing noises as she stares into nowhere. But he is not done yet, a large heavy hammer crashes down upon her knees and shatters the joints. Even this terrible injury cannot make her scream for she has left her pain behind as her mind flees the terror. She makes a leaden thump as he dumps her face down on the floor and takes her once again. The anal rape lasts much longer but draws small response from her and is his anger he uses her long dark hair as a handle to lift and smash her once pretty face onto the cement floor. Each thrust is paired with the sound of her skull hitting and I can hear the bones of her face break as he pounds them to fragments. One of the blows is fatal for a puddle of piss forms under her but he just hammers on until he spends. Another handshake and a pat on the back follows and he leaves.
    The next guy was a tall thin wiry one with a mean look about him and I expected that whoever he picked was going to suffer a long hard time before being blessed with death. He fooled me. Picking a tall skinny girl that was next to me he placed her on the rack but did not secure her to be stretched. He used it instead just to hold her head strapped down while he knocked out or pulled all of her teeth. When her mouth was a bloody wreck he moved her to a low stool by the rack and tied her in place. Dropping his shorts he displayed a monster size dick, larger than any I had ever seen and I have seen too many in the last few months. Without any wasted time he forced the huge thing into her mouth and brutally forced the whole thing down her throat. His iron grip on the back of her head allowed him to go so deep that she could not breathe unless he backed off which he did only when she was about to pass out. He was able to carry on for an impossibly long time but at last I could see the quickening of his tempo as he neared his climax. However he no longer pulled back to allow her some air. Instead he kept his cock planted firmly in her throat as he hurried toward the end. She was  shaking with her death spasms just as he exploded into her and by the time he softened and fell out she was dead. To prove it he grabbed the large knife the first one had used and slit her throat almost to her spine. He was cheered for a job well done and left.
    The fourth one is short and plump and picks the long haired girl on the end. She is built very much like him with the large, firm, cone shaped breasts that chubby girls often have as they are filling out. He offers her a helping hand as she rises from the bench and gently leads her for a few steps until she finds her balance. She is scared but seems to draw comfort from his gentlemanly  actions. He leads her to an open spot on the floor and without any warning turns and punches her in her plump belly. As she folds forward he trips and pushes her down. With her hands tied behind her she can do nothing to protect herself as she falls and her face smashes into the floor. Before she can recover he is on top of her and in entering her doggy style. The rape does not last long but is very brutal and leaves her bloody as the force of his actions tears her up inside. She is then almost dragged to the X cross and strapped onto it. The silver rod sticking up from the floor turns out to be mounted on a screw base so that it is turned it grows longer. He spins it until it reaches her asshole and he slows to guide it into the small brown hole. She screams as the full size enters her. It is about 4 inches across and has a rounded point. Every turn on the handle forces about  another ¼ inch into her guts. Her ass ring rips before it even has the full point in and by the time it is buried in her six inches she is screaming nonstop. After ten minutes he has a foot in her and it is getting hard for her to breathe. I can track it’s progress by the bulge in her body as it pushes her organs aside or tears through them. Now it is in her chest and she is panting for air but each movement is pure agony. He no longer needs to extend it any more, it will surely kill her where it is now and it does after a too long time she shudders and dies from the damage to her insides and the lack or oxygen. More clapping to reward his efforts.
    Number five is shaky and unsure of himself but picks the girl closest to him. He almost looks as scared as she does and when they walk by me I hear him tell her that he is sorry but has no choice. He helps her to the ground and rolls her to her back. His manhood is only half hard and he fumbles as he tries to enter her. Minutes pass until it is clear to all that his heart is not in it and that he is incapable of raping her. He reaches down and begins to strangle her with his hands and when she gasps for air he recoils and releases her. He tries several more times until he is reduced to tears and just kneels next to her sobbing. The instructor stands him up and walks him over toward the door by the sandbagged wall. When they turn toward the door he draws his pistol and without warning shoots the poor boy in the back of the head. The message is clear- rape, torture, and kill or die yourself.
    Now we are even, six of each and I do not see any signs of fear among those left. With out a doubt they will all manage to fulfill their mission and all of us girls will die. The girl left laying on the floor is taken by the next one to have his name drawn. He simply rapes her in both holes as she lays there. Nothing special, just a long lasting rape that I am sure she has endured before. When he has finished he leads her to the gallows and nooses her. There is no drop but instead there is a winch that lifts her to her death. He is nasty enough to place the knot under her chin and lift her only high enough that she can still support a small part of her weight on her toes if she stretches. As a last torment he cuts the rope binding her hands. She fights the rope for a long time before he lifts her clear of the floor. She still tries to hold herself up by the strength of her arms but there is no possible way for her win. She lifts herself up  to grab some air and her arms fail, she hangs until she must breathe again and the cycle continues. Each time she can not quite get as much air or hold herself up as long. Finally the end comes, her arms and her will to live are no longer enough and she fails to find any air. Squeaking and gurgling she wheezes her last breaths and hangs limply as a yellow stream trickles from her to pool under her feet as she dies.
The rewards follow and the newly minted hero leaves.
    Half of us have been killed and I try to catch the eye of the next one, I want to be chosen and killed as soon as I can. It will be cleaner to die now than to be forced to watch as others are murdered while I still live. He chooses the oldest one of us, I wonder what she is doing here. She is in her thirties and bears the marks of childbirth and nursing on her body. Not the type to attract the lust of the heroes and I wonder if she or her family have done something to earn her placement here. At one time I think she may have been one of the blessed ones who lived in the desert palaces and rode by us as we walked. If so I will not grieve for her, if not my grief will be meaningless anyway. Once again her rape is the standard use of her holes except this time she is forced to clean him with her tongue and lips when he is done. The taste of her shit on him causes her to vomit on the floor which earns her a beating. Tied to the post by the sandbags she waits as he decides what to use to end her time on earth. He chooses a bow and arrows to end her. Not a strong killing bow but one that is little more than a toy. The first arrow strikes her in the left breast but fails to penetrate deeply enough to cause death. The next several are aimed lower, her belly and groin area are pin cushioned by the small missiles, the blood runs and she tries to fold her body over the painful area. A single arrow hits her in the chest and penetrates far enough to cause her to cough up blood as her lung is torn by it. He soon bores of the game and just leaves her tied to the post while he refreshes himself with a drink. Noticing her gaze locked on the tall cold glass of water in his hand he offers her some. I cannot believe that  he has enough mercy in him to allow her the boon but he does and she gulps greedily at the fluid. For her the normally lifesaving water may as well be the most deadly poison.  With her stomach wounded by the arrows  the water causes her to explode with the most awful agonies and her screams are the worst ones we have witnessed yet. They last forever and only fade when her strength fails leaving her hanging limply from her bindings. He lifts her head and as she watches with dull eyes he places the tip of a dagger just under her ribs and slowly pushes it upward into her heart, not a stab but a long slow almost gentle push. I can see the moment when her skin parts to allow the steel entrance to her body, slowly  and  surely it pushes in and up. The blood flows until it reaches her heart. He stops it and just holds on, I realize that they both can feel the beat of her heart against the steel. He wiggles the blade in just a tiny bit more and stops, then a bit more and stops, time after time he deepens the lethal cut until at long last the steel is deeply in her heart muscle and it is the only thing blocking the fatal bleeding that must come. The movement as it beats must be slowly destroying the fibers of muscle but he finally gives the hilt a shake and withdraws the dagger. By the time he can cut the ropes holding her she is almost dead and falls limply to the floor to lay in a puddle of her blood. Whatever she was at one time she is now just a piece of trash to be removed and he is now one of the feared ones.
    With only three of each left I now hope it will end soon but once again I am left behind. The youngest of all of us is the one picked to spend herself as the sacrifice to allow the enlargement of her killer. He will be raised up at the cost of her young life and will think the cost cheap. She fights and sobs as he needs help to secure her belly down over a table top. Her feet are secured to rings in the floor and he does the monitory rape and as usual he enters her in both openings. She fights and thrashes bravely  but only provides him with more pleasure. His endurance is amazing for so young a lad and she is worn out from her struggles long before he is ready to spend. The pressure of the wooden dowel he uses to strangle her as he rapes encourages her to move for him. Her head is thrown back so far I fail to understand why her slender neck does not break as she attempts to evade the unforgiving wood. He pushes in and pulls back and she pulls back and pushes against him. A dance of death performed on a table top. At last he drives deeply into her and shudders with his release while she is twitching her last as she finds the release of death. A well received performance.
    The last two of us look at each other as we wait to see which one of us will die first and it is her, I see the pain and memories in her eyes and know that she is seeing them mirrored in mine. As she is untied from the bench she stands and willingly follows her killer. She is tied to the chair with her ass pulled forward and her legs tied to the high arms of it. Her sex and ass hole are readily useable and are used but his performance is mechanical at best. He rushes through as though it is something to get out of the way as soon as possible and he does so. Now she will die and I wonder what kind of treatment he will give her. Red hot steel burns her eyes out. More of it savages the holes that he just left. Her nipples smoke as the metal cools itself in the blackened holes left where they were. He burns and brands her until her body is a blackened ruin and to kill her he forces a hot steel point through the hollow of her throat and leaves her gasping and choking around the charred hole until she can do no more and gives up her grip on life. He is welcomed into the company of those who have gone before and now there are only two left. Myself and my killer are now taking center stage foe our last tango.
    I am led toward the garrote but before we arrive he knocks me down and enters me. His poundings are no more than I have endured many times before but the knowledge that they are the last that I will ever have to lends an odd spice to them. I do not claim that I enjoyed them but there was a certain odd pleasure in knowing that there would be no more and thus I welcomed him into my body to do whatever he wished. The sooner he came the sooner I could be killed and I wanted to die very badly. I moved against him using all the tricks I had learned at such a high price, willing him to enjoy my body so much that he would not linger. Soon he was jerking inside of me and I felt the hot spray of his seed as it hit my inner walls. Squeezing him with my pussy I milked him dry and he withdrew.  I sat on the seat of the garrote and offered my hands to the ties and my neck to the steel cable, welcoming them like lovers for they would grant my heart’s wish. The cable went across my soft throat and through tubes on each side of my nick to pulleys and down to a small winch that would provide the force necessary to  crush my windpipe. 
All was ready and I whispered a wish to him to both enjoy my death and for him to hurry it as much as he could. I don’t know if he heard me but he wasted no time. The clicking of the winch and the slow increase of pressure around my neck signaled the start of my killing. At first the pressure was only mildly annoying but then I was having to work for my air. Click, click, click, each small sound announced an increase in my troubles but like a clock was counting down the time I had left. I was aware that I was no longer sitting quietly but was thrashing about as my body’s need  for oxygen overpowered my minds urge to die and be released from my bondage. I no longer can see anything but the colors of red and black and all I can hear is the sounds of my pulse thundering in my head and the horrible gasping and wheezing from my throat as the soft tissues collapse under the unfeeling cable. I just want to die but he is still allowing just enough air to deny me my dearest wish so I am forced to struggle and entertain those watching. I fight harder but seem to be trapped in some sticky glue that slows my movements down until they almost stop. No longer able to control anything but the urge to breathe I am being covered by a night black cloth and it is becoming very quiet. With a sudden thrill I recognize it a death and welcome my release, surrendering my body to the world that held so much pain and entering the place that is a mystery  to us. 
    
