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 My father had been an executioner for as long as I could remember.  I had
seen pictures on the viewscreen of people he had killed before they were
sent to him for him to process, but the actual executions here in Malistan
were done in private, followed by public display of the bodies on the
public square, almost nude but with the interesting bits barely covered up.
   I call them interesting bits because as a teenager I was not supposed to
know about sex, although looking at the dead bodies of women made me
excited when I looked at the hips, breasts and the loins, and wondered what
it would be like to touch a girl there.  There is no age limit for
executions in Malistan, so some of the girls displayed there were around my
age or younger.
   I had been able to get a hard-on for years, and had played with my sex
engine until it squirted hot liquid almost daily since then, getting a lot
of pleasure out of the exercise, but was yearning to try it out on a real
girl.  There was not much hope of getting laid any time soon though, it was
illegal to have sex before you were married, and you couldn't do that until
the age of 21.
   My father had noticed my interest in girls, and told me it was quite
natural.  I asked him if I could try it but he warned me that any illegal
sex could end up with me in prison, or even worse, becoming one of his
'clients'.  Such was the tight stranglehold on common pleasures that the
dictator had on the people of Malistan.  But he hinted that there might be
something he could do, and asked me if there was a girl I particularly
liked.  I told him about Sarah Farsad, that I had been watching at school
for the last few years.  She was now a very sexy teen girl and flaunted her
sexuality all the time.  Sometimes I just started at her in class and
dreamed of undressing that curvy body for sex.  Sarah lived on the edge of
town with her mother, Marina, a single woman who got pregnant with her from
some unknown man, rumouredly the previous dictator, hence the fact that she
could get away with having a bastard daughter without both of them being
executed to preserve the public morality.  As a result, Sarah was escorted
to and from school and protected from contact with men by her mother.
   A few weeks after my talk with Dad, he called me from work and told me
that he had somebody he wanted me to meet, and that I was to come to the
prison where he worked right away.  I went through the normal formalities
of signing in and having him escort me to the execution suite.  The
execution suite was a high-security area because sometimes the terrorists
tried to free people that were about to be executed.  He sometimes lived
there for days at a time when there were mass executions taking place, such
as when they caught a whole terrorist cell a few months back.  I remember
seeing some very sexy girls, daughters of the terrorists, hanging in the
public square.
   He took me into his private chambers, where there were some viewing
windows looking into the cells of people waiting to be executed.  To my
surprise, Sarah and Marina were in two adjacent cells.  They were wearing
standard prison gym slips, cotton one-piece body suits with a velcro strap
that connected front and back between the legs.  Sarah was being examined
by the nurse, lying back on her bed with her legs spread and her cunt lips
wide open.  My father saw me staring.
   Dad explained that he had looked up an old law, and found that they were
subject to execution at any time since Marina didn't have a husband, and he
had decided to have the police arrest them in the middle of the night,
bring them here, and use them for my sex education.
   The nurse finished her work and cam to the private room.  "Your two
subjects are ready" she said.  "I have examined Marina Farsad, a 40-year
old female, and found her to be healthy and has no signs of disease."
   "Oh, and she is presently on day 13 of her menstrual cycle", she said
with a knowing wink to my dad.
   "The other prisoner, Sarah Farsad, aged 13, is also healthy, a virgin,
and she is on day 11 of her cycle"
   "Thank you, Veronica, you may leave now, and I will let you know when I
need you to certify death"
   My father handed her the signed release form and turned to me.
   "The first thing you need to know about fucking a girl is to do it at
the right time of the month.  A couple of weeks after her period she will
be nice and wet inside her cunt, so you can slide in without tearing your
foreskin.  Also, if you are trying to get them pregnant this is the best
time to do it because your seeds will have the best chance of fertilising
one of her eggs.  Now I have an agreement with the nurse to always keep
girls until this time, because I have to fuck them and make sure I don't
kill a virgin, and sometimes it is hard on my cock if I have to do several
in a day"
   "You have to fuck them?" I asked.
   "Yes lad, it is the law dictated by the leader.  Do you want to fuck
Sarah?"
   "Oh God yes!  I said
   "And do you think you could kill her afterwards?"
   "Well I suppose, I have learned about killing in the army cadets"
   "How about your strength, do you think you could control her?"
   We had played wrestling at school, so I knew I could overpower her, so I
said yes.
   "OK, here's the way we are going to do it.  They don't know they are
going to be executed yet, the trial and sentence were done by a magistrate
in his chambers.  We will bring them into my bedroom here with the double
bed and fuck them on the bed together, then take them into the execution
chamber and kill them."
   I nodded OK, my cock throbbing at the thought of getting to fuck Sarah
with it.
   We went to Sarah's cell first.  She stood up as we entered, letting us
see her silky white thighs leading up to that forbidden zone between her
legs.  She was a natural blonde, I could see now, because some of her pubic
hair was showing outside the tighly-fitting prison body suit.  "Turn and
face the wall, and put your hands behind your head" my father said as he
handed me a pair of handcuffs
   "What's he doing here" she said looking at me, "what's going to happen
to me?"
   Hearing her soft sexy voice, and knowing that I was going to fuck her
and kill her, was almost too much for me.  My cock was getting harder and
harder and I could feel it getting wet.  My father answered by hitting her
in the ribs with a night-stick, the standard tool for prisoner compliance.
He also had a stun gun with two malicious-looking electric probes ready to
fire into her flesh if she refused.  She did as she was told, and I
handcuffed her hands behind her head.
   "Never let them refuse you" my father said.  "Remember nobody is going
to examine them for bruises afterwards"
   "After what" Sarah asked
   "Never you mind", father said, "get going."
   We walked along the corridor to the mother's cell, where the same
handcuffing took place, my father roughly forcing the handcuffs on the
mother as she resisted, screaming to let her and Sarah go.
   We led the two into the bedroom, where the sheets on the Queen size bed
were already rolled back.  My father undid the handcuffs, and ordered them
to lie on the bed.
   "No please!" the mother said, "she is only thirteen!"
   "My father took the stun gun and aimed it at her breasts"
   "No!" she said
   "Thwack!" the stun gun fired its electrodes, piercing the prison dress
and sticking in her breast.  She screamed and fell onto the bed.  Her
daughter falls over screaming "mommy!  Mommy!"
   "OK, son, strip the daughter naked, I will do the mother.  Just hit her
hard if she resists"
   The girl looked at me with tears in her eyes.  The thought of stripping
her naked and fucking her on the bed took complete control over my mind and
body.  I knew she was going to be killed, and she didn't, which made me
feel even more smug about the control I had over her.
   "Please don't hurt me" she said, as if pleading was going to overcome my
instincts, built up by the testosterone surging inside me.
   As I started to undo the buttons of her shirt, she moved her legs around
and kicked me.
   Just like my dad said, nobody would know if I hit her, so I hit her so
hard on the head that she passed out.  Her mother screamed when she saw her
daughter fall to the floor, but my dad shut her up with a heavy punch
between the breasts that winded her.  We then each undressed our prisoner
with no resistance.
   When I got to the buttom buttons of Sarah's shirt I could feel her pubic
hair in my fingers, and realised that they were all wet.  I didn't realise
that girls got wet down there too, just like me.  Now I had her nude except
for the panties, which I pulled down over her legs.  My father laughed as
he saw me staring at the little pink slit between her legs, the first time
I had seen a girl's cunt.
   He had already stripped the mother, and told me to roll the girl over on
her stomach and spread her legs apart.
   "It's always better to go into them from behind, you can see the hole
better to stick your cock in, and you can keep control of them by pulling
their arms back."
   I needed no further bidding.  Just after Dad stuck his cock into the
mother, I was deep inside Sarah's cunt.  As soon as I felt her hot wet
insides, I had the biggest ejaculation I have ever had - it felt like it
was going to keep coming and coming as I thrust my hips onto her little
body.
   Finally, all of my juices shot off, my cock went soft and kinda fell out
of the hole, just as Sarah came around and started moaning and crying.
   "OK boy, no time to waste, tie her back up and put the blindfold on
her."
   Dad explained that the blindfold was for two purposes, first so the
prisoner could not see what was going to happen to them and panic, and also
so she didn't try to plead for her life with pouting eyes just before you
kill her.  Even some hardened men are upset if they look into the eyes of
prisoners they kill, especially sexy young girls that they have just
fucked.
   Of course, Sarah and her mother heard what he said, and were struggling
now they realised they were going to be killed, but Dad had no trouble
tying up the mother and Sarah's soft feminine flesh had no muscles that
could resist me.  Dad explained that they would now be called "targets" and
told me to lead my target into the next room, beckoning to the door.
   I followed Dad as he led Marina with a firm grip on her arm towards one
of two wooden posts, tied a rope around her neck and around the post, then
another around her legs.  He explained that you have to stabilise them
against the post to stop them moving when you aim the gun.  I did the same
to Sarah, taking the opportunity to feel the hot wet sticky mass of cum and
blood between her legs before I walked back to where he was taking out some
pistols from a cupboard.
   I knew how to fire the pistol, I had learned about them in army cadet
school.  I had done target practice, but never shot at a human before, let
alone a sexy young girl.
   "OK, it's just like shooting a target, except she will move a little
when the first bullet hits her.  The bullets have hollow-point to do the
most damage when they get inside her, so one shot is usually enough."
   "Let's try the mother first.  Aim just to the left of the centre of the
left breast, that way the flesh of her breast will not slow the bullet down
too much before it gets inside her chest."
   Just like in army cadets, I gently squeezed the trigger, but instead of
paper shreds coming off the target I saw a splash of blood coming out of
the woman's breast.  At the same time her head jerked back and her body
shook from the impact.  Blood spurted out of the bullet hole just for a
short time, then a dark brown mass built up inside her flesh.  Some blood
dripped out of her mouth for a short time, but after that she was still.
   "Great Shot", Dad said.  "Looks like you got her right in the heart.
   Dad went up to the woman, felt her neck pulse, and declared that she was
dead.  He came back to the line.
   "Now do the girl!"
   I lined up the gun at the girls breast.  My hand was shaking.  Never
could I have imagined to get my first lay and my first kill in the same
day, and on the same girl!
   Almost without pressure the gun spurted out its next bullet, this one
striking Sarah much lower down.  She jerked and spasmed as it tore a hole
in her belly.  She gasped for air as if she couldn't breathe.
   Without being told, I fired another shot, this time hitting her under
the breast.  She still jerked and spasmed.
   "Let her bleed out a bit" Dad said, "We don't want to waste bullets"
   Dad walked over to the naked girl, now bleeding profusely and struggling
to breath.
   After a few minutes, she was still struggling.
   "In cases like this," he said, "you have to give them a shot in the
head."
   He walked over to the girl, took out his gun, pressed it up to her head
beside the ear, and pulled the trigger.  I was amazed at how much damage
the gun caused.  Most of the back of her head blew out and bones and parts
of her brain splashed against the sandbags at the back of the room.
   "It's messier that way, but we have lots of volunteers to clean up, and
it's instant!"
   
  
My First Execution