THE HANGING OF HENRIETTA KRISTA by Regis

Disclaimer: The following is fiction. The content of the story is not representative of the writer’s beliefs, opinions, or attitudes. This story is intended for adult entertainment only. The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote any unlawful activity such as is depicted in the story. By continuing to read this work you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may play different ages for the fictional character that they are depicting but they remain at all times adults.

Feature Writer: Regis

Feature Title: THE HANGING OF HENRIETTA KRISTA

Published: 23.10.2023

Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Gore, Snuff

The Hanging Of Henrietta Krista

CHAPTER ONE

The movement by the downtrodden people of St. Vincent against the wealthy American tourists was orchestrated by the military, and the anger subtly but steadily shifted until it was focused against the government.  A new movement was born, and it rapidly grew into an insurrection.

The stakes were simply too small to interfere, and the countries of the world, following the example of the United States, let things run their course. Without outside intervention, a swift and brilliantly devised coupe brought into power the repressive military government of General Jac Blac.

The coupe was as sudden and unexpected as it was complete. His total shutdown of the lucrative tourist industry on the small Caribbean island had come as a complete surprise and had left stranded more than twelve thousand foreign families and individuals, mostly American.

The General had read the international situation well: none of the foreign powers had a taste for intervention, after the debacle in Haiti and the impossible situation that had developed in Bosnia-Hercegovina following the breakup of the diverse Yugoslavian states.

The American people had developed a callous attitude toward their own people stuck in foreign disputes, and politicians did not have the stomach to get involved in risky raids. There were enough heroes on television, and enough problems on the domestic front.

From the international point of view, Jac Blac had taken enough rope to hang himself, and they were willing to sit back and wait until he did just that.  But in the meantime, the rogue General had his own agenda. He remembered pre-Castro Cuba and the wealth that had flowed there through gambling and women.

More than fifteen hundred of those not holding a St. Vincent passport had one or more family members employed in the tourist trade. Two hundred of these stranded aliens were employed by the American government, and the remainder were tourists.

There were several hundred single females on vacation from the United States, beautiful young women who had come to display themselves in their mini bikinis on the fabulous beaches, exhibiting their charms in hopes of catching a handsome, wealthy mate.

If that didn’t occur, at least they hoped to get in on some stimulating sexual action, far enough away from home to keep their reputations safe. The native men were reputed to have incredible sex organs and outstanding endurance; there were women who had made the trip to find out firsthand if the rumors were true.

Most women dreamed of having their own sex organs jammed full of prodigious pumping male meat.  These foreign visitors could not leave the country, even though Jac Blac recognized they would provide a lightning rod to attract the hatred of his impoverished people.

He was hoping that by holding them he would eventually provoke an invasion, which would result in a handsome 100 million payout and retirement on a secluded island with a mansion, servants, countless women, and visits by large yachts replenishing his supply of fresh cunt.

With the help of these stranded Americans, he would be able to take things much farther than the pre-Castro Cuban Mafia had dared, for the benefit of his personal bank account, and his raging lust for unbridled debauchment.  He was unequivocal: he wanted their women.

Americans fed their women well and kept them fit.  Available young white cunt was in great demand around the world, and Jac Blac had found a way to get them.  Having the American government stew over the plight of their hostage families was preferable to them directing their anger at his repressive government.

Besides, he liked the way their women decorated the beaches. Although he hated their guts, white women set the standard of sexual desirability. The shift in advertising over the past couple of years by his small Caribbean island country had somehow attracted the best examples of fit young American females as tourists.

He had seized control of St. Vincent knowing the risks but also the pay-offs, and now the entire island country was in his merciless grasp. Men who opposed him were summarily shot. Black women and ugly Americans were convicted of serious crimes, and for punishment were delivered to the army barracks, to placate the soldiers.

Here they were brutally raped by the officers, their guards, and then by all the men in the compound. It was a sacrifice easily worth the small price. It kept the men happy and under control, eager to obey orders, and loyal to their supreme commander, who provided the fresh cunts.

When the violent rape of an unfortunate woman by more than a hundred crude soldiers was finished, an officer placed the barrel of his pistol into her rectum, and the bitch was dispatched to her next assignment with a highly destructive shot up into her torso.

This proved to be an efficient form of execution, and caused little row, as her colon acted as an effective silencer for the pistol. Often the bullet up her ass was just a formality, as it was not uncommon that the female convicts would not survive the extensive brutality of their mass rape.

If a woman died from her severe abuse before the men were through with her, it in no way diminished the enjoyment of the troops, who all took their turn fucking her anyway. They would not be denied their few moments of fun, and those near the end of the line did not expect much response from their unwilling sex partner.

A common punishment for disobedient soldiers was to be given a dull knife and told to cut off the woman’s head to mount as a trophy. It was grisly work, the barracks had the head of each woman they had raped and executed mounted on the wall as a testament to their virility. After all, they had nothing if they had no pride.

Any white women found guilty of crimes against the state were examined by the leader of the country himself. Those not sufficiently beautiful were given the same treatment as the blacks. Those North American whites who qualified with their beauty were held for later use,

When there was enough for a large demonstration, The naked cunts were publicly hanged, naked.  Jac Blac had made the hanging of women into a private money maker. He knew people would pay handsomely to watch an execution of a woman, particularly if she were allowed no clothing for her hanging.

He sold admission to the event to highly placed members of his government, and to any private citizens who could pay the price.  He had found in the ousted Governor’s mansion an extensive collection of hard-core snuff videos and discovered his own tastes were broader than he had at first imagined.

Investigation revealed there were a number of people on this small Caribbean island who had a taste for snuff and were willing to pay five hundred dollars for the rights to be crammed in seats all around the execution gallows which would accommodate two hundred witnesses to the nude hanging of attractive American females.

All money generated by these events was transferred directly into Jac Blac’s personal numbered account in Switzerland. All costs were paid for by the people of St. Vincent’s. In this nefarious way, women had finally been given a measurable value in this tiny island nation.

They were worth the money they could bring in through their public execution before a paying audience. Audiences were simply not interested in seeing the wives and daughters of local paupers swing: they wanted to see for their money the best foreign cunts available.

Jac gave them the sight of the most attractive females alive being converted to naked swinging neck-stretched carcasses. Any beautiful woman who was capable of dancing naked on the end of a rope, swinging by her neck as she kicked and writhed in apparent sexual ecstasy, was indeed valuable to Jac Blac.

Henrietta Krista was one of these stranded Americans.  She had come here to work in a car rental agency, hired by her cousin Carlos in Miami.  She had a fair complexion for an Hispanic, and was petite, with a fine figure. She needed no bra. Her breasts were just above medium, well-shaped and firm.

There was space between them, where solid bands of muscle over her ribs were in evidence through her tan. She was in excellent shape, and proud of her body.  The well-formed orbs of her breasts thrust out her colorful blouses enough to distract her male customers.

She wore her blouses open right to the waist, a common custom in this hot tropical country. It was a useful device. She noticed she even attracted the eye of female customers, but it was mostly middle-aged males and their bored wives who responded to her exposed chest.

She kept rental forms on a shelf under the counter so she could bend over and reveal not only her cleavage but often also an uncovered nipple to the right customers.  Henrietta was AC/DC.  Although she loved a good power fuck from the right man, she also enjoyed the feel in her womb of the probing fingers or tongue of a lesbian lover.

Henrietta also had a kinky side. She had once made love to a girl who could not hold her bladder during a hot and heavy love-making session. The eighteen-year-old girl had, in the heat of passion, accidentally squirted some of her light amber essence into Henrietta’s mouth.

The two cunts had followed their instincts, and the hot-blooded Hispanic woman discovered she had developed a passion, even a craving, for the taste of fresh lady piss, both as a golden shower and as a beverage, served directly from the naked donor’s sex organ.

She had tried the same trick with her male lovers but found that to have a man urinate in her mouth to swallow or on her was totally degrading. She would allow the right men to degrade her but preferred taking her personal amber showers under the spread legs of a nude young female.

Coming from a naked lusting man, whose only desire was to fuck her, the gift of fresh warm urine was delivered with a ‘piss on you, lady’ attitude. When she was with a woman, the act of pissing on or into her by a young highly impassioned female was an act of love.

Her job brought her unending opportunities for all the wild and uninhibited sex she could take. She took full advantage, but she kept her erotic taste for freshly delivered human liquid waste a secret from all but her most trusted female lovers, to maintain her decent reputation.

Drinking from the fountain of love, a lover’s cunt, was an act of total surrender to her lover, and having herself showered with piss and then tenderly licked clean was so erotic and sensuous she wanted only her best female dates to share in that incredible level of intimacy.

All of that changed when the tourist industry was abruptly shut down by the new oppressive regime that had taken power. Tourists were warned away from visiting St. Vincent by their governments, travel agents around the world, and all of the credit card companies.

Henrietta promptly joined the growing movement to oppose the government and its restrictive new laws, but her participation in political activities quickly found her jailed and in front of a judge. The oppressive new laws were designed to discourage dissent and were proving to be effective.

They had a twist that was both debasing and reflected the dark spirit of the new government of General Jac Blac.  He saw no value in maintaining an expensive penal system.  Even the most petty crimes, from murder to shoplifting, were dealt with in a matter of moments.

In this court, set aside to hear cases of women charged with a whole range of crimes, the women were always found guilty. Their sentence would be either to entertain the troops (only those sentenced discovered they were to serve as fuck-meat at the army barracks) or to be hanged.

It was all quite simple, as the court was primarily a place of sentencing, not a place for argument or justice.  The judges were always rewarded with naked playtime with little girls which ended with the penis of the judge being limp, exhausted, and sexually satisfied.

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Jac Blac was seated in the courtroom with his retinue of military officers when Henrietta Krista was sentenced.  He had ogled her as she had walked into the prisoner’s dock and had eyed her seductively throughout the summary trial of herself and three others.  He liked the look of such voluptuous cunts.

The sentences were always severe: the two men were, without trial, sentenced to be castrated and then released. Workers were always needed, Henrietta guessed, and there was a shortage of men since the army had slain anyone who showed resistance during the rapid take-over.

The other woman, a fifty-year-old executive secretary with huge breasts and a round, owlish face, was sentenced to entertain the troops as a harlot.  None of these convicted prisoners knew that the woman would be the subject of one of the endless and scandalous military gang rapes.

Henrietta was aghast that a politician could so directly influence a judge. She was in shock when the guilty verdict was delivered for her, and she almost fainted when she heard the judgment that she was to be promptly hanged.  She did not fully understand the power the new government had seized or the honor of being chosen to hang.

It was General Jac Blac himself who had selected Henrietta to be part of the next contingent of attractive young American women who would be hanged naked before a select paying audience, in a public demonstration of the new government’s total power over foreigners.

Henrietta and the other three were made to walk out of the courtroom in their manacles. They dragged the heavy chains as they shuffled, unable to take full steps in the cumbersome and uncomfortable iron restraints. She was in a daze at the shock of her severe sentence.

She realized that the other three had not got off lightly either, although entertaining the troops was a far cry from being hanged. All had participated equally in the political resistance, but she was the only one condemned to death. Little did she or the others realize that they were all to die.

The men who were found guilty with her would be forced into producing raging erections in the mouths of beautiful young prostitutes and then castrated with a single whack with a machete.  That would take both their cock and scrotum in a single swing.

The men had heard the shocking stories. What they did not know was that their wounds would be cauterized with blazing hot irons, and at the General’s discretion, for some the red-hot iron would be pressed right through their groin up into their torsos, giving them a horrible death by cooking their intestines inside them.

This extreme exercise of total power was designed both as entertainment, and to harden the soldiers required to perform it, so that when the time came for them to exercise brutal judgment upon the people, should that become necessary, they would not hesitate without pause to do the unthinkable.

The unfortunate women sentenced to entertain the troops would be raped in all three holes at once, and while three men were fucking her, others would beat her continually. She would be fucked and beaten to death or would die of painful strangulation by the cock ejaculating down her throat so that it prevented her from breathing.

A woman receiving such a throat-fuck would most likely be dead long before all the lucky hundred men in the barracks selected for the carrying out of her sentence were satisfied. Her death would not lie on the conscience of any of the men. She was, after all, only a woman, and a criminal at that.

Her bleeding and cum-drenched carcass would be dropped naked into the deep latrine, to sink into the pond of human waste, where it would soon be covered in much more male excrement, and then be covered by a generous coating of lye to decompose rapidly.

Henrietta thought only of herself, and the inevitable hanging that awaited her.  She had never before contemplated hanging and had no idea what it would feel like. Her imagination filled in the blanks, with what she believed was a horror more real than the experience could ever be.

She had not yet realized the finality of the sentence and was struggling mentally with thoughts of an appeal, even though she had only been allowed a state lawyer to represent her. The only defense mounted was that she had not fully understood or appreciated the value of the new Government to the people of St. Vincent.

Her lawyer had been a party man and had forced her to have sex with him in order to get his cooperation. She had no idea that he was the brother-in-law of the judge. He was one of the privileged, permitted to defend the women who would be chosen for the execution party.

He was a practical man, and there was no way he would stand in the way of General Jac Blac’s wishes.  To do so would be suicidal.  In his privileged position, he got to have and enjoy sexual services from these elite American women, just for his cooperation.

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The four convicted prisoners were marched down the street, forced to walk the two blocks in the hot sun without shade to the prison. People stopped to watch, and some spat at them. There was no love lost on this tropical island country for the rich North Americans.

They were deposited at a holding facility, built to hold drunks, prostitutes, and petty thieves while they awaited trial. It was pressed into extra service because of the glut of arrests around the illegal protest movement and now was used to hold prisoners after trial.

They would be held until their sentence was to be carried out.  It effectively served as death row for those to be executed.  There were too many prisoners for the facility, and the convicts to be executed were too many to be separated from the others, and most faced hanging.

At least the women were separated from the men in the primitive cells, even though they could see each other through the open bars. The men’s cells were on the other side of the hallway.  The toilets were near the bars so that anyone using them could be seen doing the necessary by the opposite sex.

Henrietta was sickened at the lack of privacy. She was disgusted at the behavior of some of the low-life whores, who amused themselves by taunting the men, exposing themselves, fingering their cunts and licking their fingers, then sliding their moist vaginas up and down along the cell’s bars, coating the cool metal with their warm juices.

Several of the men responded by openly masturbating. These despicable male creatures, mostly pimps and drug addicts, finished their performance of auto-erotic self-gratification by spurting their hot semen in a power ejaculation toward the jeering women.

Henrietta thought she would die from embarrassment. The prison area smelled like spilled spunk, and now she knew why. The Government was cleaning up the under-life of the small island country by summarily rounding up and sentencing anyone considered undesirable, and most of these people fit directly into that category in Henrietta’s eyes.

The prison authorities were so disorganized that she was in her cell for more than ten hours before they took her to get cleaned, deloused, and body searched, in every cavity. It was so crazy that she thought she was losing her mind.  This kind of treatment was inhuman.

She, the mature secretary, and five other new arrivals at the prison were taken to the ladies’ shower room. They were stripped by naked teen boys with rigid pulsing erections, then were intimately fondled, showered, and finally deloused with a stinging spray.

The terrible young man was so thorough that he inserted the slender nozzle of the applicator into first her rectum and then her vagina, and gave her the most distressing, stinging blast she could imagine. The other women received the same dehumanizing treatment, which made it no less manageable.

Then the most humiliating thing she could imagine happened: one of the naked boys in his early teens, used his fingers to do an internal body search. He forced her to bend forward and hold her knees together, bending until her small jutting breasts were pressed against her upper legs.

When she had properly assumed the required position, her genitals and rectum were fully displayed between her legs and were completely vulnerable to his intimate search.  The young man wasted no time and demonstrated that he was as proficient as any at the debasing treatment.

He used no lubrication other than his own saliva, which he spit liberally into the valley between her spread buttocks. He skillfully worked two fingers from each hand into her anus, stretching it to what seemed the limit, then he stretched it farther, bringing a searing scream from her.

Henrietta realized quickly that he was more interested in hurting her than in finding contraband hidden in her organs.  When he was finished with his inspection of her colon, he spit on her vagina and repeated the process. This time, however, he did not stop at stretching her cunt.

She froze with pain as he got his thumb as well as his fingers into her pussy, then thrust his whole hand up into her, so that the mouth of her vagina gripped the band of his wristwatch. This was pure torture, and she felt more violated than she ever had before in her entire life.

This debauchery in front of the other prisoners was so painful and humiliating that she wanted to die.  From behind the one-way mirror, Jac Blac and some trusted members of his inner cabinet watched her ordeal with satisfaction. The young man was working out fine, and his brutal sexual abuse of the ladies was quite acceptable.

Jac Blac was particularly impressed at how effectively the young soldier got his fist into the cunt of the fair-skinned Hispanic, and how violently he hammered his closed fist deep into her hidden recesses. Most impressive was that he ejaculated as he worked.  His training had been thorough, and he had learned well.

Jac Blac knew from extensive personal experience that the lad was pounding the girl’s kidneys and her uterus, and doing painful internal damage to her. He was a bright boy, and clearly knew what he was doing, hurting the American bitch immensely on the inside without causing any external signs of distress.

He had used the technique often himself on females of all races, with substantial success, and he knew how devastating an internal organ pounding could be to the victim.  It had been so satisfying to hurt them like this that he too had ejaculated as he beat their internal organs with a powerful fist fuck.

Jac Blac watched with satisfaction as the seven females were each given the same treatment. He watched with particular interest the spunky young bitch named Henrietta, whom he had directed the judge to sentence to hanging. She was a spirited young thing, still in her early twenties, and capable of dancing beautifully from the noose. He had chosen well.

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When all seven of the female prisoners had undergone the same degenerate treatment, they were given a cursory medical examination. The only thing outstanding about the checkup was that a catheter was thrust up into each of the girls’ pussies through her urethra right up into their bladder.

Then a large urine sample was involuntarily drawn from each of them. The girls could have easily have produced the samples naturally, but forceful invasive extraction was far more interesting. The naked young guards were clearly out for their own degenerate sexual gratification.

The gathered liquid was put into open flasks, and when the flow was finished and their bladders drained, the curved catheters were jerked out of the donors, causing them additional distress. Finally, they were all given a set of prison clothing to wear.

It was identical to what the others had worn in her cell. It consisted of gray flannel panties, rigid sports bras, gray blouses, and short skirts, and finally gray socks and lightweight tennis shoes.  They looked like they were prepared for an afternoon of enjoyment, but that was not the case.

When all were dressed, they were issued a pillow but no blanket and were taken back to their cells. Henrietta was exhausted. As disgusting as it seemed, she gave in and lay on the floor and attempted to sleep, but was so distressed at the severity and lack of justice in her sentence that she just stared at the ceiling.

She had no idea how much time passed, but the sun was no longer coming in the high window when a guard called for her. She and several others were taken to a long hallway, and then they were manacled together in a line.  This new chain of convicts was marched to the end of the hall, and then taken in through a doorway into bright sunlight.

They entered a large outdoor courtyard, which was totally enclosed, completely surrounded by the wings of the prison. She had passed this four-story building many times and had never realized there was a courtyard in the middle.  Now she stood in it, not sure if she would ever exit.

What immediately caught her eyes was an absolutely frightening sight.  In the middle of the large courtyard, bracketed by stands to seat a gallery of spectators, stood a large, solid-looking gallows.  It was not new and appeared from the signs of wear to have been well used.

It was a terrifying sight. Henrietta was startled that so soon after sentencing, she would be hanged. It hardly seemed worth the time and trouble it had taken to search her and issue her clothing and bedding. Her mind raced, and it was working at a fever pitch.

She never thought well when she was feeling stressed. The prisoners had no time to gawk but were herded to the stands on one side of the gallows, and were seated in a row, still manacled. This was curious treatment for women who were about to be hanged.

Why didn’t they just march them all up onto the platform and hang them? Then they would be done with it.  Did the asshole who had seized power have something else in mind for them?  Was he going to make their hanging a public exhibition, for the freaks who came to enjoy killing?

CHAPTER TWO

As the manacled prisoners sat waiting patiently in the sunlit courtyard in front of the wooden gallows they faced, Henrietta attempted to calculate the size of the structure. It was bigger than she would have judged to be necessary.  What was obvious was that it had been built for show.

She guessed it to be a hundred feet long, and the platform was eight feet high.  She counted thirteen steps and realized it was regulation in size. She wondered if that was an international standard.  She knew for sure they used thirteen knots on a noose to hang people.

What a crazy thought for someone about to be executed, she thought to herself.  Thirteen steps was just how many it took to get up there.  The courtyard was at least two hundred feet long, and a hundred and fifty feet wide.  This was a place the right size for what went on here.

The walls were mostly solid brick, and in the few windows, she could see male guards watching eagerly to see the activity that was to follow. She counted twelve ropes, and twelve trap doors. It was big enough to hang a dozen people at a time! What kind of bizarre country was this turning out to be?

She was certain that most of the people on this island country had no idea what an evil man this Captain Jac Blac was. He was a crazy man, madly tyrannical in his power, ruthless to the extreme, and worst of all, the evil son-of-a-bitch was answerable to no one.

A military band marched in, tuned up casually, and then started to play some common military marches. They were not very good and played out of tune, but at least they provided some relief from the static silence. In Henrietta’s mind, nothing was worse than nothing happening.

Large doors at the far end of the courtyard swung open, and people began to file into the very private outdoor stadium. They were all dressed in their fine summer whites, with suits and bright dresses, as if this public execution was to be a festive occasion.

Henrietta had been here long enough to recognize some of the wealthy people who were well-known on the island but didn’t know any of them personally. Some of them held important government posts, while others were wealthy merchants or owners of prosperous businesses.

She was certain that the manager of the car rental agency she had worked for would not be there.  The people entering filed right past them, looking for seats that offered the best vantage point. The seated prisoners appeared to be ignored. It was as if they were not even there.

Henrietta was surprised at the number of people that were in attendance. By the time they were filled, she guessed there were as many as five hundred people in the stands. When at last everyone was seated, the band concluded its last piece and there was a sudden hush.

Again the door she and her fellow prisoners had come in through twenty minutes earlier swung open. Now she saw the most startling sight of all. Chained together by iron collars around their necks, with iron cuffs around their ankles joined by short chains, so they could only shuffle, not walk proudly, were a string of four lovely young American ladies.

Their wrists were cuffed together behind them, and what was most startling of all was that they were stark naked! The girl in the lead had been in Henrietta’s cell when she had first been put into it but had not been there when she had returned after her body search and medical.

She realized with what she was embarrassed to recognize as relief, that she was not likely to be hanged today after all. She and the others had been brought in to witness the hanging of these four luckless young American women.  They had been tourists, and although she was an American, she had been here for some time.

Without noticing herself start, she found that she was sobbing as the four nudes moved up the thirteen steps to the gallows platform. Oh God, this is so horrible! she thought as she watched the naked women climbing to their deaths. Their large beautiful breasts were bouncing so freely, for everyone to see! It was so humiliating to have their private femininity so crudely displayed!

The chains of their manacled ankles dragged and bounced against the heavy wooden steps, making a thumping sound as they ascended. When they reached the platform, they were moved to each stand under a rope. The nooses were set over their heads as they stood on the trap doors, their knees visibly shaking.

The women sitting chained together with Henrietta and the four nudes on the gallows were all sobbing, and the audience was enjoying their discomfort immensely.

“Why are they making these ladies hang naked?” Henrietta thought to herself.

They are so beautiful and so proud, and their nakedness reduces them to animals.

“It is so humiliating;” she thought, “These lovely young ladies are being treated as nothing but beasts!  This Captain Jac Blac is truly a monster!”

The women were turned, so that they stood facing the center, with the two on the left facing right and the two on the right facing left.

Their heavy iron collars were removed, and the nooses snuggled up on their necks, with the regulation knots placed just forward of their left ear. The four assistant executioners then bent over and removed the manacles from their ankles. Only their wrists remained cuffed, holding them together behind their backs.

One of the nudes standing on the gallows with a noose around her slender neck suddenly screamed, and then in reaction all four of them were screaming. Their shrill shrieks echoed off the four high walls surrounding the courtyard, filling the confined space with the hysterical sound.

“Why don’t they gag them?” Henrietta thought to herself, “They want to humiliate them even more by making them break down in front of everybody.  God, this is horrible!  Now that they’ve got them into the nooses, they want to hear them scream, and maybe even piss in fear!”

She looked around and saw that the spectators were enjoying the nude women’s lack of self-control. It reinforced their slanted view of the American women as frivolous bimbos without character. She now realized how they could so utterly debase these beautiful foreign women for entertainment and enjoy it.

Henrietta conceded that the women about to be executed were very alluring. She noticed the breasts, jutting as the women stood with their arms pulled behind them, forcing their shoulders forward. This always brought out what Henrietta considered to be the best in a woman’s breasts.

She noticed that their nipples stood out defiantly, proclaiming their womanhood, as did the proud pubic mounds topped by their puff of curls.  Three of the young women had their pubic hair trimmed back so that they could wear narrow mini-bikini bottoms, which they had done recently, as the line of their tans revealed.

They had also neatly trimmed the sides of their outer labia so that their moistened sex organs were now well displayed by their nakedness. The bloom of their vagina lips indicated that they had been treated to sexual exercise, either masturbated or fucked immediately prior to appearing on the gallows.

She found that to be intriguing. I wonder if they were allowed to make love to each other, she thought, were forced to masturbate, or mounted by horny men.  She immediately mentally reprimanded herself for entertaining such a licentious thought.

The fourth woman, a platinum blonde, had her pubic mound shaved completely bare, to reveal the pink furled lips of her vagina. The tiny stubble visible looked to a skilled eye to be black, not blonde. Henrietta wondered if she was a natural blonde or had bleached her hair.

Even the woman’s eyebrows were dark, but some women are capable of growing both, Henrietta realized. She had seen this contradiction occur in nature before, even with men, who would have blonde hair and a black beard. She hadn’t seen enough people’s pubic hair to know if that was common.

Henrietta again surprised herself with her mindless mental wanderings as the horror before her was about to unfold. Perhaps it was an avoidance of the inevitable that she would soon face.  She let her eye roam over the faces of the naked women facing execution, seeing their extreme fear.

The prison warden read their convictions. Each of these pronouncements was surprisingly brief. They made no mention of the crimes for which these beautiful women had been convicted. The conviction statements simply stated that they were guilty of being hanged by the neck until dead.

He went on to read that the hangings would occur with the women entirely disrobed, which was already the case, before a substantial audience of qualified witnesses, who were already in place. That was all there was to it. Henrietta wondered what it took to be qualified as an execution witness.

Suddenly the chief executioner gave his drop signal, by dropping his raised arm dramatically and shouting “Swing the cunts!”  It was stunningly fast, and yet it was like slow motion, it was so shocking. The trap doors opened, and the four women simultaneously dropped.

There were four feet of slack so that their tits were at deck level when they hit the end of the rope. The distance was too great for their weight, and only the fittest of them, the blonde with the black pubic bush, remained alive for more than a few seconds. The necks of the other three snapped on impact and stretched by almost three inches.

The assistant executioners immediately drew the ropes up and tied them off, raising the naked hanging women so that the spectators had a better view. The three who hung limp surprised the shocked and sobbing Henrietta when they splashed their urine in arches out onto the deck.

She had not considered loss of continence, excrement control, or its totally contemptible and debasing results. She wondered why the hanging women did not also defecate. When she saw their piss splashing, she remembered that hanged people were supposed to empty their bowels when they died.

They probably were given enemas beforehand, she guessed, to at least prevent that additional disgusting embarrassment. The fourth woman was alive and well, though suffering immensely.  She was kicking wildly, raising her legs and slowly rotating as she struggled, providing the spectators a full view of her most private feminine assets.

Henrietta was surprised to see the living woman’s inner vulva lips opening and closing as she struggled, like the mouth of a carp out of water. When it was opened, she could actually see right up into its depths. The lady’s cunt was a grabber, and it held the attention of all the spectators.

Her face was turning purple as she was slowly choking to death, and Henrietta cringed as she imagined how horrible it must feel.  She realized that she would soon find out what it was actually like to die.  She felt nauseated at the thought of her own impending fate.

Soon she would be swinging naked by her neck like these others.  Would her neck snap quickly like three had done, or would her misery be protracted like the woman still alive?  Had they been murderers, or were they victimized by the system, as she was?

All she had done was to speak out against the repressive new laws, and now here she sat, wearing a collar, chains, and manacles, like a common criminal, facing the death penalty. Her face turned beet red as her anger swelled, and a feeling of complete helplessness filled her.

At last, the fourth woman lost the hopeless fight, and she also lost bladder control. Now the four unfortunate bitches hung, their faces blackened by trapped blood, their eyes bulging. Their swollen tongues parted their lips, and their lips then curled outward to reveal their bleeding gums.

Their beautiful faces were now ugly masks of horror. They swung gently from the large gallows, their breasts thrust forward and their buttocks thrust back. The last of their urine trickled down their still legs and dripped from their attractive toes through the open trap door to splash on the black asphalt that covered the courtyard.

From their front row seats, well below the level of the gallows platform, the row of prisoners in which Henrietta sat had an excellent view of this detail. In the hot humidity, the liquid would be slow to evaporate, and the black surface, heated by the tropical sun, warmed it so that its aroma slowly spread to the stands. What a loss, seeing all that beautiful fresh lady piss being wasted.

Henrietta bit her lip, privately embarrassed at thinking that at such a moment. At any time, she could be the one swinging there, pissing shamelessly before all those people. She guessed that many of the same spectators would be there when it was her turn to be hanged.

Even in the heat of the afternoon, she shivered at the thought. Death would be on her soon, and she probably would be just as hysterical as these women had been when the time came. She noted that one of the women had been the first to scream, triggering the emotional release in the others.

She wondered if that one American cunt had not broken if one of the others would have.  ‘Will I be hung with several others, like this?  Will I be the one to break first’ she thought with a shiver.  The answer was whatever came to her, not being of consequence, because regardless of what she thought, what happened would happen.

666

A new policy was set in place immediately after the hanging of the four female convicts. Jac Blac had been very angry that three of the women had died instantly. The people had paid to witness an extended losing struggle, and there had been several complaints from the audience, although they had all arrived anonymously at the desks of junior bureaucrats.

Even those disappointed in the brevity of the spectacle they had paid so much to witness were not about to incur the wrath of Captain Jac Blac. They knew what a short trip it was to his gallows!  There were two directives issued the next day to ensure an extensive and painful death for those women executed for future public entertainment.

The first directive was that the drop would be reduced from four feet to eighteen inches. That would make it nearly impossible for one of the damsels to snap her own neck from the drop.  For a truly legal hanging, they could not be just hauled up on the rope, although Jac Blac had suggested that.

The chief executioner was a Master of his trade and assured the military commander in charge of prisons that to legally hang, the bitches had to drop, but with a shortened distance, a drop as hazardous as what they had just witnessed was now ruled out.

The second directive was that all women to be hanged were to be made highly fit first so that they would not be vulnerable to a broken neck from the short drop.  Better muscle tone would ensure their necks would be stronger, and that their struggles would be much more active.

The cunts would therefore be much more entertaining for the paying spectators, like the wonderful performance by the fourth woman who had lasted so much longer than the others. The object of the executions, as far as Captain Jac Blac and the paying customers were concerned, was to make them as erotic and lengthy as possible.

The men and women who paid to see these legalized killings did not consider a hanging piece of dead meat erotic, even if it were the body of a naked woman. It was the energetic death struggles of the nude beauty the paying audience found sexually stimulating.

It was the actual protracted act of killing the women that was so appealing to the audience attracted to the hangings, not the deaths.  The cunt’s capitulation to the hanging was just the payoff.  What the guests found to be erotic was how energetically the women died.

The American women’s terror, humiliation, extensive struggle, and pain were all key ingredients to a satisfactory afternoon of entertainment. Anything less was not considered to be worth the considerable sum of money paid by spectators to witness these bizarre executions of hated American women.

The second directive was issued and put into effect that same day.  Henrietta was taken from her cell right after supper, after being required to take off her skirt and blouse.  She was escorted in her panties and bra out into the courtyard, along with the other female prisoners who had witnessed her hangings earlier in the day.

She was relieved that the bodies of the four hanged women had been removed from the gallows. Only the stain of their urine on the pavement below the four ropes spoke of their earlier presence. She was sure she would have died had she been required to see them again.

A bright young and enthusiastic American exercise instructor put the group of female prisoners on death row through their paces.  These consisted of simple jumping jacks, which caused most of them to tire very quickly, and neck-turning exercises.

The keen young woman, an ebony-skinned black with a high-mounted ponytail, was like Henrietta, unemployed until this job with the prisoners came up.  She had worked at the gym at an American-owned hotel as an instructor in their fitness program, and like so many others, had lost her job when the tourist industry cratered.

She was excited to be back at work, earning money to pay the rent.  She knew how to develop the bodies of even grossly out-of-shape women, but none of these fit that category.  She knew only that the warden wanted her to develop upper body strength, and to pay particular attention to the muscle development of the neck.

That sounded crazy to her, but this was a job in a country she was not allowed to leave, and in which jobs for foreigners were nearly non-existent. She began with simple but effective workouts for the female prisoners to get them breathing properly. These were preliminary to what would become much more rigorous exercises as they developed the capability to do them.

Henrietta was positioned behind a big woman from her cell. The stocky lady had a tight body and big bouncing breasts, which were hardly restrained by the single-size regulation sports bra. That buxom woman and Henrietta were in better shape than most of the others. Henrietta appreciated the visible musculature of the woman’s shapely legs, buttocks, and well-sculptured back.

She was a fine specimen of a woman. When the lady turned, she was able to see with delight the mound of her vulva pressing out her panties. The outer sex organ’s central crease was outlined by a matching deep fold in the front of the insufficient undergarment.

The exercise had been more rigorous than the large lady was used to, and it made her damp.  The moisture from her vagina had stained her panties.  Henrietta and the big woman were cell mates, she had a pleasant personality, and she decided she would like to get to know her.

By the time the first arduous exercise session was over, the girls’ knees were shaking, and they were all breathing hard. They checked their heart rate, were showered, and were then sent back to their cells.  They were all surprised and delighted they were provided with an unexpected change of underwear.

Exercise class was the only part of the whole quandary that Henrietta liked. They worked very hard, but it was the kind of work-out she did well, and it took her mind off the horrors of her predicament.  Everyone had worked up a sweat, and the shower was an unexpected pleasure.

When they were back in their cell, Henrietta introduced herself to the woman whose body she admired. The woman’s name was Annette Hastings. Annette told her she was originally from Louisiana, and was an entertainer. A stripper and mud wrestler, to be more precise.

Annette had worked the clubs up and down the Mississippi and then had taken a job on an Adult Entertainment Cruise ship, alternating between two decks. She worked in a show as an erotic dancer on one deck and as a nude mud wrestler on the other.

With her incredible body, loose morals, and flair for sexual exhibitionism, she was a natural in the fight ring, and her fights were always spectacular. During the day she would fight in a one-piece tight-fitting bathing suit, that was off before the end of her act.

An hour after the last nightclub show was over, and most people had gone off to bed, she would wrestle nude in a mud pit with other women with nude fighting skills.  She had found a way to get her fingers, and then a hand buried inside the cunt of an opponent.

When her wrist was in the grip of her opponent’s cunt, she would pound on the bitch’s uterus until the screaming naked woman gave up.  That gave her a great advantage, and she amassed an excellent record of wins, as well as some serious enemies in the business.

Annette had made the mistake of getting involved with a few of the passengers, an action that was strictly forbidden.  They were gamblers and needed some assurance their large bets on mud fights were safe.  That proved to be a bad idea.  She had been fired just before the ship had reached St. Vincent.

She had been put ashore and had worked the nightclubs as a cigarette girl to earn passage home when the club had shut down because of the new laws.  She had earned extra money by putting a cigarette into her cunt, and using her incredible

Like Henrietta, Annette was sentenced to be hanged, simply because she was a beautiful American. They looked at each other silently, and then as tears crossed their faces the two girls embraced. It was too early to risk a full-mouth kiss, but Henrietta thought she might have a live one here.

Less than an hour later, Henrietta and the woman who had exercised with her were summoned again, this time with instructions to bring their bedding with them. They were moved to a small wing near the jail’s guard room, which had five regular two-prisoner cells.

The area also had one larger cell that was designed and had originally served as a drunk tank. The other girls who had witnessed the hanging that day were all there and were settling into their cells.  Henrietta and Annette were placed in the large cell, which did not have regular cots.

What they found instead were three makeshift cots that were hinged on one side, and swung down from the wall. Only one of these had a proper spring and mattress arrangement. The other two were more like benches, with a slender straw mattress laid on the plywood surface.

Henrietta was let into the cell first, and as she moved toward the better of the two bunks, Annette pushed past her and dumped her bedroll on the better bed.  Henrietta grabbed her tunic and threw her back.  Annette swung around, her fists on her hips, legs spread for action, and confronted her. “What the fuck was that for?!” she shouted.

“For taking my bed!” Henrietta shouted back at her, feeling her frustration rise. “I was here first, and you barged right past me!”

“If I was here first, would you take one of the benches?” Annette asked.

That caught Henrietta off guard.

“Of course, I would!” she said, “I’m not greedy, like you!”

“Then what’s the matter, you lesbian cunt, you got the fucking bench!”

Henrietta suddenly felt her anger hit its peak. With a fast swing, she slapped Annette’s face so hard the woman’s head was knocked to the side with the force of the blow.  Before Annette could recover, she drove her fist against the side of one of her fat breasts.

The large mammary was driven with a loud smack against the other bulging breast.  She was so frustrated and angry that she did not stop to think that she was taking on a professional mud fighter.  That miscalculation proved to be a serious mistake she would regret.

Annette quickly responded with a vicious uppercut to Henrietta’s chin, snapping the lithe Latin girl’s head back.  She quickly followed up with a series of rapid punches to the firm cheeky tits of her aggressive cell-mate. She was a skilled fighter and had beaten some of the best cunt-fighters on the circuit, although few of her fights had been in anger, as this one now was.

All the other female prisoners were now yelling at the fighting bitches and were cheering on their favorites.  Henrietta took immediate advantage, and kicked the blonde woman between her legs, so hard that the toe of her shoe split the blonde’s panties as it mashed her exposed vagina.

The women behind bars were wildly cheering on their favorite fighter. This rough action by the highly stressed and frustrated cell mates took the edge off their pent-up energy. The two women were now going at each other furiously, battering each other mercilessly with flailing fists. They moved around the large cell, hitting the walls and rebounding with the force of their movement.

When Annette had her back momentarily turned, Henrietta got hold of the back of her blouse by the collar, and pulled hard, attempting to turn around her opponent. Instead, because Annette had a firm hold of the bars, the material ripped across the shoulders. With a second desperate yank on the garment, the material gave way farther and was now greatly distorting those amazing mammaries.

When Annette at last turned around, she found that her torn blouse now partially restrained her arms. Henrietta took immediate advantage of the situation and again drove her foot up between the blonde woman’s legs.  She kicked Annette so hard that the toe of her shoe mashed her vagina.

Annette backed against the bars, struggled to take off the torn blouse, and took two more punishing kicks to the groin by the toe of Henrietta’s pointed shoe, one from either foot, and both of them connecting perfectly with her bruised and now bleeding cunt.

As soon as she had the blouse off, Annette grabbed at the front of Henrietta’s blouse.  With a powerful pull, she ripped it open down the front, popping off the buttons.  Henrietta got her hand in the belt of Annette’s skirt and jerked downward on it until it gave way.

The material ripped down its length, rendering the garment useless. Henrietta was surprised to see that the torn fringes around Annette’s panties were now stained with blood. It was obvious she had done as much damage as she intended with those brutal kicks to the bitch’s cunt.

Annette suddenly struck the Latin girl’s cheek with a stunning blow with her clenched fist, bruising the flesh. Then she grabbed the bitch’s bra between the dark-haired Latin beauty’s small shapely tits and jerked it up as hard as she could so that it sat up above Henrietta’s pert breasts.

This revealed her erect pointing dark nipples.  The pressure of the tight bra against the top of her tits made them point upward at a sassy angle.  Then Henrietta reciprocated, but it was more difficult to get the tight-fitting bra up over Annette’s pair of big soft jugs.

She kicked hard at the inside of Annette’s right knee, and the woman crumpled to the floor, virtually dropping out of her bra, which was still in Henrietta’s clutches.  The kneeling blonde grabbed Henrietta around her knees, and bit her teeth into the black-haired Latin’s panties, and then jerked down on them.

Henrietta brought her clenched fists down on Annette’s shoulders, causing her to jerk backward.  In that instant Henrietta pushed the kneeling woman over onto her back, severely buckling her bent legs.  Then she dropped with both knees plunging into the blonde American’s big tits, pinning her to the cell floor.

The two mashed mammaries bulged obscenely under the excessive pressure of Henrietta’s weight.  Henrietta watched in wonder as the veins on the squashed breasts began to stand up in dark angry ridges, bulging up around her knees.  She could feel the hard nubs of Annette’s squashed nipples pressed against her knees and wondered if the pressure would force milk from them.

This was no time to speculate, it was time for action, now that she had gained the advantage.  Henrietta brought her fists smashing down in a series of rapid blows to the downed bitch’s face, quickly giving her a nosebleed, blackening her eyes, and splitting her full lips.

Annette grabbed Henrietta’s small jutting breasts with both hands, squeezing them painfully with her powerful hands. Her strong fingers dug so deep into the small breasts that she could feel the ribs underneath them. It hurt so much that Henrietta lost bladder control, and she pissed on Annette’s battered face.

Suddenly three male guards, who had been watching the melee since just a moment after the beginning, burst into the cell.  They dragged Henrietta off the battered and piss-soaked blonde.  Annette was sobbing and babbling hysterically, with blood gushing from her broken nose and from the corner of her mouth.

She sat up, shaking violently. Neither of the battling bitches was able to provide a coherent response to the guards’ questions. The guards had enjoyed the catfight and had only stepped in to prevent damage to the downed cunt that could not be repaired before her public hanging.

It would not do to give the appearance that the inmates were brutalized.  The prison had a stern policy.  External damage to the women was strictly prohibited.  Any guard that marked a prisoner before she was hanged was fired and made to join the army men in the barracks.

Once there, the only women they would see would be what was handed down by the officers for fucking, and those were usually dead before they reached the end of the line.  The only beatings of female inmates permitted were with kidney punches and deep fist fucking.

Both of these happened frequently, as it was the only way that the women could be painfully and brutally hurt, without danger of marrying their physical beauty. The women had to look their best when they performed during their executions before the paying customers.

CHAPTER THREE

Degenerate sexual abuse of the women by their guards began the very next day, in a separate area, and as their prisoners, the captive ladies were entirely at the mercy of the guards, who regularly took full advantage of their power over the beautiful American women at their disposal.

What went on behind closed doors was at first a mystery, and Henrietta longed for either her or Lynette to be taken so that she could find out what it was all about.  What was happening was clearly shocking, but the constant waiting was even more unbearable than facing the sex-crazed sadistic guards.

It was three more days before Lynette was finally chosen. Henrietta felt that at last she would discover what was happening, as one by one, the others were taken away for from two to four hours, and then returned, shaking and sobbing, but still fully clothed.

Had they been stripped and sexually abused while they were away, which seemed to be most likely, or had they simply undergone a frightening experience? Those who had been taken would not tell what had happened, but they were clearly frightened out of their wits.

When they whispered their secret to their cellmate, the other would become highly agitated, but the word did not pass from cell to cell.  Obviously, there was a terrible ghastly secret, and the longer it took for Lynette to be returned, the less certain Henrietta was that she wanted to learn it.

In just over two hours, Lynette was back, and like the others, she was fully dressed, and was pale and sobbing, clearly shaken.  She said nothing but lay on her bed sobbing for hours.  At last, she accepted Henrietta’s physical comfort, and the two women lay together on Lynette’s bed, wrapped in each other’s arms.

It was not until the middle of the night that she dared whisper her story to her lover. What she haltingly described was so shocking that Henrietta sobbed even more than Lynette had on hearing the shocking, unbelievable details as they were fully spelled out.

Lynette had been taken into a large room in the basement, and she saw guards everywhere, lounging around the room, apparently off-duty. They were having a drinking party, and she quickly learned that she and the other captive female were to be part of their entertainment.

She and a pretty black teenager, and the video camera. There was a camera, a video recorder, and a big television set, near one corner. The floor was stained with dried blood. In the middle of the large dark room was a big butcher block, and over it was suspended the single light in the room.

Several meat cleavers and saws hung on spikes on the side of the well-worn wooden bench, a butcher block.  She had been in slaughterhouses and butcher shops and knew what to look for.  There was no mistaking it: they had definitely been brought to a killing room!

Suddenly Lynette realized with horror that it was not an animal that was going to be killed, which was usual.  The men were going to butcher somebody! There were a pair of large square tubs on the floor beside the butcher block, with which to collect the victim’s entrails and gore. The room looked very much like the back room of a meat market.

Lynette and the black girl realized at once that one of them was about to be slaughtered and then butchered, but maybe in the reverse order, getting themselves butchered alive!  Maybe even both would be split open and chopped up for the amusement of the soldiers!

Lynette had her clothes ripped off her, and then she was brutally raped in all her holes by the whole group of guards. She guessed that she took semen from more than thirty men, all in half an hour.  What was worst of all was knowing what was likely to follow.

Then she was stood up and a rope that hung from a ceiling pulley was tied securely around her big breasts.  It was tied so tightly that her large mammaries were pulled severely and painfully together, causing them to be squeezed tiny at the base and bulging obscenely, quickly turning dark red.

Then her wrists were tied tightly together behind her back, and she was pulled up and the rope tied off, so that she hung swinging by her bound tits, with gobs of fresh cum dribbling from her lips, her cunt, and her asshole. In this position, she formed a backdrop to the main event.

One of the men turned on the video camera, and three others stripped naked and put on large bloodstained aprons, with a hole for their erections to stand out firmly.  Then the star of the evening’s entertainment was brought forward, the only other female present.

She was a very attractive black girl, eighteen years old, with light brown velvety smooth skin, chiseled good looks, and a fit body with prematurely large breasts. She would have looked great on the pages of Penthouse, she was such a classy-looking young lady.

Lynette knew who she was, the daughter of a local wealthy merchant, and was home on vacation from her American finishing school.  She would have qualified for hanging, except for her color.  Only whites or fair-skinned females were hung in the special execution shows.

That was a strict policy, with no exceptions permitted. Those executions were as much for the entertainment of those willing to pay for such shows, and the money they made for the government was enough incentive to keep producing them for distribution.

There was too much black blood in the general population for the hanging of a black, even a brown-skinned one such as this pretty bitch.  The guards had brought her in, without any charges being laid.  She was to be one of many island native people that simply disappeared.

Lynette saw what was about to happen to the remarkably beautiful screaming girl as soon as she was stripped naked and set up in a kneeling position on the butcher block. This gorgeous young cunt was dead meat, although they had yet to lay a cleaver onto her.

It seemed to take forever, but the men were in no hurry to enjoy their terrible butchery of a girl of their own race. It began with the insertion of a long slender electric needle into her clit. The terrified young black lady was coarsely and rigorously masturbated until the nub of her impressive clit stood up, reaching well out of its protective hood.

It was pink and looked like a little boy’s first erection. The long needle was thrust in through the end of her erect clitoris, and it was driven in very deep, so far that at last the sharp tip was firmly lodged in her pelvic bone.  Now her erect clit was forced to stand at attention.

Then her breasts were rubbed to excite her again. Her nipples rose beautifully, like erotic performers. Two similar long needles were thrust into her breasts through the center of her nipples, and pressed in so deep that each of them stuck into one of her ribs.

She was made to stand up and dance on her tiptoes on top of the worn and stained butcher block, with three thin plastic-coated wires dangling from the needles in her genitals.  A riding crop across her ass got her moving, and the men admired her rippling muscles as she danced.

Even from her painful swinging position, dangling by her severely bound breasts, Lynette thought the dancing young girl appeared to be very sexy.  She had the physique of a doe, and that seemed appropriate, as the young brown cunt was about to become human venison.

The wires were fitted to small sockets on the ends of wires that came from a big black control box. Her dance became much more interesting when the surging electric shocks began to hit her. She jerked and bolted, livening up her swaying dance as she dangled from her bound breasts.

She was so strained by the sharp jolts that she no longer attempted to cover her privates, but instead bucked and heaved, displaying her pierced and tortured organs to the full extent.  Now her erotic dance was fully obscene, and the men were enjoying every contorted move she made.

With her knees spread, standing on straining tiptoe, she either thrust her hips forward or back, in either case projecting her aroused genitals into the view of horny guards behind or in front of her.  Even her exposed anus winked from the strong electric jolts coursing through her remarkable body.

With each vulgar movement, the beautiful young girl’s big breasts bobbed, bounced, and thrust erotically, like those of the most licentious stripper, causing the men to pull out their penises and masturbate openly.  Although they had just ejaculated into the white woman hanging by her tits, they found the reserves to get full raging erections near the point of orgasm once more.

The captain of the guards ran the electric control, governing the painful charges released in the girl’s steaming cunt and bouncing tits. He was experienced and soon developed a rhythm in sync with her own rhythms so that she became a dancing puppet on the butcher block stage.

The gorgeous young black was both in extreme agony and approaching orgasm. When she hit her pace, the captain accelerated his own, and he drove her into screaming pain and ecstasy.  Her rapture was artificially conceived, but she experienced it as real.  Her own body was out of control and was in the hands of her captors.

Her dance was now frenetic.  Her sinews and veins stood out, straining in a highly erotic fashion as she moved.  The young black woman was clearly in profound agony, dancing as if she were possessed.  The internal pressure was terrific, and her cunt told the whole story.

The girl’s inner pink vagina tube was under such incredible strain and pressure that the stressed female organ actually began to gradually press outward and invert itself.  The beautiful young girl’s cunt was turning itself inside out as the inner cock-gripping muscle was pressed steadily outward.

The pretty black teenager was beginning to shit out her own cunt!  The girl’s sex organ was inverting itself, rolling outward, revealing the moist inner surface that turned on itself so that her cunt began to resemble a huge pink cock emerging from her naked groin.

The contrast of her gleaming inner pink meat and the soft brown of her skin made the sight even more extraordinary.  It was incredible.  Lynette was horrified at how sadistic these guards could be, and how merciless in brutally torturing one of their own.

They were monsters, and she realized how easy it was for Captain Jac Blac to perpetrate his heinous crimes with soldiers like these to help him. They were nothing but sex fiends and murders. As long as they were alive, the women who were their captives had no chance.

The gorgeous young black girl’s tortured sex organ was halfway out when she finally collapsed to her knees, totally exhausted by the incredible and bizarre sexual abuse by electric shock. It now appeared she had the cock of a horse!  The tight muscles of her tummy were covered by a sheen of sweat, highlighting her well-developed form.

Her big firm tits heaved with each breath. Her sweat had also moistened her back, and a trickle that had gathered ran down the cleavage between her buttocks and separated to run around the distended pout of her anus. In her incredible agony, the lean young black bitch had also begun to shit out her own colon.

She was squatting, spread-legged, with her feet tucked in underneath herself, her distended vagina and colon sticking obscenely out of her groin.  She leaned back, supporting herself with her arms, and her hips sagged low, and her distended cunt lay between her spread knees on the block.

Suddenly a cleaver descended, and with a single blow, the horrific butchering tool hacked the girl’s inverted cunt muscle off! The hysterical teenager screamed and fell backward, lying on her shoulders, which were now suspended over the edge of the block.

The short stump of her distended and amputated cunt was spurting blood so that she looked like a menstruating horse. She instinctively pulled one leg up sideways to keep her balance.  That was a serious mistake, as her foot now lay sideways in front of her.

The heavy sharp cleaver swung rapidly down again, this time completely removing the beautiful foot above the ankle. She screamed, swung around, and without thinking brought her other leg up.  Instantly the other foot flew, and the shapely black bitch was now without feet.

Her dancing days were over, but the worst was yet to come. These degenerate army officers had determined to reduce the beautiful young woman to meat, and she was already well along the way.  She was screaming hysterically, as was Lynette, who released a spray of hot piss as she swung by her big bound tits.

The black girl’s arms were pulled behind her, and she was rolled onto her side so that she rested on her hip. Blood was spurting freely from the long leg stumps, splashing the butcher aprons and the cum-spurting cocks of the three men who were working on her.

One of the men picked up a large saw, and grasping it in both hands, began cutting into the flesh above her hip. At first, it looked as if he was about to cut her in half at the waist, but when it had cut into her a few inches he shifted the cut to angle downward, and his intentions became horribly clear. He was going to take her leg off, hip, buttock, and all.

At first, it took two of them to hold her steady while the big crosscut saw ripped through her side, its course teeth, and then swung downward, to cut into the bone. Her struggles at last subsided as she went into shock from the incredible pain, horror, and loss of blood.

When one man could handle her without help, the other who had also been holding her took up another saw, and began a new cut up through her crotch, leaving her hacked cunt intact as he began sawing into her groin beside her upper leg, with the apparent intent of removing a rump roast and leg.

He was careful to run his cut up the middle of the buttocks cleavage, missing her anus, which also remained intact with her torso. The beautiful black girl’s desperate and erotic struggle was now reduced to no more than a token: most of her energy went into her hysterical screaming.

In just a few very intense moments the pair of terrible saws had completed their heinous work, and the screaming black girl’s entire hip and leg were cut off.  A large roll of brown waxed butcher’s paper hung on the back wall. Two of the men tore off large sheets of it and used them to wrap the large hip and leg roast.

They then wrapped each of the girl’s beautiful severed feet. They talked about how, when the butcher party was over, they would take their fresh cuts of bitchmeat down to the beach and roast them over an open fire.  They were actively planning for a venison picnic!

They mentioned that their friends were bringing the beer and fries, while they prepared the fresh bitchmeat. They were butchering the beautiful girl to use her meat for a barbecue!  Now that there were no tourists on the streets or beaches, the large beautiful white-sand beaches were safe places for the guards and police to party undisturbed.

They were the law, and a passer-by seeing a woman’s hip and leg roasting would be arrested for reporting the deed. It was a privilege that allowed the men to make up for their poor housing and pay. Captain Jac Blac knew what kind of rewards worked, and allowed the men considerable latitude in their exciting off-duty sport.

The men had picked their victim well. Besides being beautiful and in great shape, the girl, at eighteen, was young enough to have remarkable resilience and endurance, so that she would remain active through much of the butchering process. They also had to work rather quickly.

With every new cut of the saw, the flow of blood increased, and with the blood loss she was experiencing, she could not sustain consciousness, and her entertaining and sexually stimulating struggle, indefinitely.  The cleaver was now brought back into play.

The girl’s other leg was held firmly against the block, and in a series, if rapid expert blows, the man wielding the heavy meat-cutting implement chopped inch-thick round steaks, bone-in, up the length of the leg to her knee. While those were being wrapped, another man raised the thick stump remaining and used a machete to hack inside her thigh, up near her cunt.

With several blows, he had the stump off and had produced another beautiful baron of bitch beef.  Lynette passed out at the horror of what she was witnessing.  This was horror beyond belief, far more excessive than anything she had ever imagined possible.

When she was brought back to life with several painful slashes of the whip to her ass and she stretched and bulged tits, the girl’s arms were off, right at the shoulder, and a big knife was slicing up underneath one of her magnificent breasts. When it came off, the other beautiful big tit looked strange without a twin.

Later tonight, Lynette thought, several of these terrible men will once more be nurtured by a woman’s breast.  She was startled at her next thought, but could not help herself.  She wondered if the meat would be as satisfying as the milk. What a disgusting thought!

She had often fantasized about eating her lover’s breasts, but at the same time, the thought of cannibalism turned her off. She felt guilt at the bizarre and taboo fantasy.  People simply did not think to consume other people.  As soon as she thought of eating human meat, the sexual response disappeared.

Now it was time for what the men laughingly referred to as the big squeeze. One of the butchers used his knife to enlarge the hole in his apron, and he got his testicles out through it. The organ was squeezed around the base by the material, so that bitch blood would not penetrate.

The girl lay on her back, her one tit thrusting up, and she was pulled toward him, so that her one remaining buttock was off the edge of the block, and her head now rested on the bloodied wood.  The guard pressed the head of his penis against her bulging rectum and used the broad head of his prick to stuff it back into her.

Then, grasping her slender waist firmly in both hands, he jerked his hips forward in a series of rapid jabs, until his penis was thrust into her, its full length disappearing into her badly damaged asshole. While he fucked into the violated hole, another guard grabbed the girl’s hair and pulled her head, stretching her neck.

He thrust his penis into her mouth and deep into her throat, choking off her scream. For several minutes the two men pumped their penises into her until the one fucking her in her throat ejaculated.  He had worked quickly, as he didn’t want to choke her to death.

He quickly pulled out and splashed his spunk over her face while still pulling on her hair, stretching her slender neck. The third butcher took the largest cleaver hanging from the edge of the block and raised it high. The black girl’s face strained in an incredible scream.  She saw the soldiers were going to decapitate her.

Lynette spread her knees and pissed in horror as the big blade came slamming down.  In a single stroke, the girl’s head was off, and her ordeal was finally over.  The men asked the man fucking the now-dead asshole what it had been like when the blade had struck her neck, and he described the remarkable sensation.

At the instant she screamed, her anus tightened on his cock.  Her terror caused a pumping action in her colon, which milked his penis of its semen, masturbating him.  When the blade had struck her neck, her sphincter gripped the base of his cock so hard the strained anal ring ruptured itself around him, giving him the best fuck of his life.

The only way it might have been better, he guessed, was if the small closing muscle of her rectum had not burst from the self-imposed strain. Once the ruptured anus was slack, it was no longer much good for fucking.  Her colon was tight enough for him to fully ejaculate, so the time was not wasted.

The horror was not yet over for Lynette.  She had to remain swinging by her painfully tied tits as the soldier butchers completed their work.  They opened the girl, slicing her belly from pelvic bone to sternum, and emptied her viscera and organs into the two tubs on the floor.

Her torso was cut in half down the middle, leaving the side with the breast and buttock intact. It was for the officers, and her head would go with it for the senior military men to enjoy as a trophy. The rest of the meat was cut into chops, bacon, and ribs, and wrapped in waxed butcher’s paper.

The men commented as they cut her down on what a fine specimen Lynette would be to butcher. She had the perfect body for it, but unfortunately, white meat was reserved for hanging. For some reason, the meat was not so tasty after the bitch had been hanged.

They knew that Captain Jac Blac would have their balls if they damaged a white woman that he had designated for hanging. Their political leader knew that the best of the white women could get a man’s cock going better than most blacks could, particularly when they were suffering at the end of a rope, and a raised cock was money in the bank.

The men talked about how the plans for the island were to make it the largest and wildest brothel nation on earth. They spoke of their roles when St. Vincent became one of the wealthiest countries when it allowed unrestricted abuse and total destruction of class cunts from all over the world.

Tourism would be opened up again, but this time only to the very wealthy, and they would be pre-screened to ensure they were interested in and capable of paying for the sexual violence that would be offered. Lynette realized how likely it was that what the men said would actually come true.

She quivered in dread as she lay in Henrietta’s arms, telling her of her ghastly adventure. She finished with the warning she had begun with any woman who spoke a word of it would become their next butcher victim. Lynette swore Henrietta to secrecy, and Henrietta promised she would take the story to the grave with her.

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The exercise proved to be the female convicts’ only relief from the monotony and stark terror they experienced in this dreadful prison. They worked out three times a day, for a total of four hours. The first session, a full two hours long, was in the morning, and it included both upper and lower body development.

In the afternoon and evening were two hour-long sessions that focused on developing strength in their necks. The purpose was to increase their endurance and ability to perform while they were being hanged. Captain Jac Blac had instructed the chief executioner that he expected each woman to live for half an hour at the end of the rope.

This kind of performance while hanging by the neck was likely unachievable, but seemed to be a good target. It would be phenomenal if any of the girls were to make it. They were promised they would be given their freedom if they survived and danced for a full half hour. On the other hand, the chief executioner was aware his neck could be in a noose if the girls died too quickly.

The women were now required to exercise nude because they sweated so much, and that way there would be less laundry to do.  They were also on display for those who came to the prison to purchase tickets for their execution and could get extra benefits from watching naked cunts getting fit.

Working out in the nude made active exercising more uncomfortable for women with large breasts.  Their big mammaries bounced and bobbed painfully with their enforced energetic jumping.  Breast bouncing was nearly as painful as the lashing of the whips giving encouragement.

Henrietta’s boobs were firm enough that she had no difficulty with naked frolicking, and she got to admire the considerable physical charms of the other ladies.  A very energetic and enthusiastic young white woman from Dallas named Nancy Drew had been hired to lead the workouts, and she did so with gusto.

It was hard to believe that an American woman could be so enthusiastic about preparing her fellow countrywomen for their deaths.  At the end of one of the vigorous exercise sessions, one of the girls overheard the captain of the guards talking with the female jock.

She learned that Nancy had asked some pointed questions on the real reason she was training these women, and had just been told and believed she had been hired to put in shape and motivate a group of prisoners to become female commandos.

She was as naive as her namesake from the girls’ novels. She had been led to believe that the prisoners were also taking instruction in martial arts and silent killing with their bare hands or with rudimentary instruments. She was thrilled at the opportunity to help these courageous women turn around their lives and work for a worthy cause.

What the women found most astounding was that Nancy had been told the women she was training would be rappelling in very difficult circumstances, rescuing prisoners in a secret raid on another nearby country, and would have to carry great loads on their necks as they worked down the cliffs.

Nancy had devised a device she had seen in the circus when she was a little girl. It consisted of two hoops welded together to form a figure 8, with a bend at the contact point. It could be fitted behind the head, and the hoops were joined so that one woman could be hanging upside down by her heels and the other upright.

They both got their heads into the hoops to strengthen their neck muscles when one supported the entire weight of the other with her head. Nancy made several of the devices, and a winch to raise the pairs of women above the floor. It was the exercise they liked least but was also the one that would ensure they took a long time to die on the end of the rope.

She soon had the female prisoners in her charge climbing ropes naked, and rappelling the walls of the large exercise gym and assembly hall, in addition to doing aerobic dance and weight training. Henrietta particularly enjoyed the pair exercises with weights.

She took what opportunities she could to admire and even to caress the naked charms of the other women, without becoming too obvious. The guards saw her move behind a young woman and run her hand between her legs, sliding her finger through the moist crease of her vagina when she felt it was safe to do so.

She pretended to be so wrapped up in the exercises that she had made a glancing touch of the girl’s bare genitals by mistake, but most of the other women did not seem to mind the intimate physical contact. Her hands were gentle and non-threatening.

Her contact was their one touch with reality, to be able to share with someone who shared their fate.  Most of the women had been taken to be part of the butchering parties that occurred in the guards’ recreation room nightly, and they were highly traumatized by the sexual horror of the bizarre experience.

It had drawn them closer together, although they did not talk much about it among themselves.  It had been too terrifying an experience for most of them to relive through telling, and they felt there was more wisdom in leaving it alone.  They could do nothing to change what was happening, or to save the lovely creatures these heinous men were slaughtering.

They had found out that although a couple of the black girls they saw being butchered had come from wealthy families, most were the daughters of poor villagers, brought out of the jungle like hunted venison.  When naked, the females killed in those heinous butchering parties revealed no difference in social class.

The ancestors of these peoples were brought from Africa during the slave trade centuries earlier and had escaped, to breed with the local natives and revert to tribal life in the Southern Caribbean islands, away from early shipping routes. There had been little Western influence for many of the inland mountain jungle villages, and they had kept their old ways and values.

They were viewed by pirates and later settlers as savages, and were left alone. The jungle was an abundant provider, and their only risk was to pumas and the occasional human raiders who stole their beautiful young women. The raiders were armed with deadly weapons, and the villagers found that giving up young women from time to time was a small price to pay for the certain deaths they would all face if they put up active resistance.

The islanders all shared a common ancestral heritage.  Once they were naked, their straightened hair, done into a lavish permanent, was the only distinguishing feature of the cultured girls.  They also wore gold in their pierced ears rather than polished bone and shells.

In every other respect, they were reduced by their merciless captors to being nothing more than attractive and sexually stimulating live meat, ready for the blades of their butchers. Their culture and education had nothing to do with that and was therefore irrelevant.

The female convicts decided not to tell the pretty young jock Nancy Drew the truth about her job or their desperate situation. They knew full well that if Nancy ever learned what she was really preparing them for, she would be summarily convicted of some trumped-up charge, and would join them as another hanging victim.

There were eleven of them, and nooses for twelve on the gallows, so it would be no trouble to add one more young lady.  She could not remain in the dark forever, and they were certain she would never be allowed to leave this island paradise-turned-hell alive.

She brought smiles to their dreary lives as prisoners, and all of them liked her. The least they could do for her was to let her continue to enjoy her job as much as she evidently did for as long as possible. Nancy was in such incredible shape that she probably would be used eventually as a solo.

She looked like she was strong enough to dance on a noose for hours, and they were sure that her hanging would sell out the house. Her firm tits, sweating cunt, and tight body would make a remarkable show for the spectators as she swung nude from the end of a rope.

CHAPTER FOUR

Morning broke with a clap of thunder that was so loud the building shook. It was an ominous sign. The lightning strike had obviously been very close, but with no windows, the female captives on death row saw nothing. The heavy sound of the thunder made the girls quiver with fear.

Something terrible was about to happen to them. As usual, guards came and pulled the women from their cells, manacled them, and took them for their morning toilet and their daily shower. This time, however, the shower routine was different from other days.

When their clothing was off, it was thrown into sacks for the laundry, but there were no replacement garments provided.  Even their shoes were taken.  The women began to worry but said nothing.  None of them wanted to be the one to start the negative thoughts that were really the only ones possible.

It was also noted by everyone that after they had sat on the row of open toilets to relieve themselves, they were given extra time to soap themselves and each other as the guards watched. It was as if the leering black men expected they would never see these fine white cunts again, the women thought.

Then the pressure cart was brought out, with its half-dozen hoses. The women were required to be serviced by it anally. It was a high-powered deep enema machine. Steam rose from the large central boiler, and the six hoses dangled at the sides, their long brass perforated nozzles ready.

The brass spigots on the ends of the red rubber pressure hoses looked like long profane metal cocks. There were several valves and dials to register the pressure, temperature, and volume of the soapy enema liquid that would be applied to the lovely naked ladies internally.

Henrietta cringed as six of the women were selected to be first.  She was not among them.  Three of the nudes were lined up on either side of the machine and were forced one by one to bend forward.  Each of the naked female convicts was put in position, bending forward and grasping her ankles.

When she was properly positioned, one of the brass nozzles was pressed against her rectum and then thrust into her in a single swift jab. Each of them reacted with a squeal, but in moments the devices were in place. If a woman moved or released her grip on her ankles, she was struck fiercely on the buttocks with a stiff riding crop.

Now the men moved from asshole to asshole, adjusting a thick rubber sealing ring that expanded just inside the sphincter to ensure there would be no accidents during the preliminary gut-loading process.  It would not do to have a filthy spray leak out from the women’s intestines to muddy the machine or the guards.

The expanded rubber ring was very painful for the wearer, but it ensured that no liquid would escape her anus prematurely, even under high pressure.  When all six of the bent-over ladies were ready, the valves on all the hoses were opened, and then the master lever was pulled, releasing the heated liquid.

In unison, the six ladies received a hot internal blast of cleaning fluid, designed to effectively flush their colons. This was a necessary precaution to prevent them from evacuating their filthy waste as they swung by the neck. It was well known that when a prisoner was strangled to death, the colon would relax, and an embarrassing accident would ensue.

Only the most careless executioner would allow his subjects to dirty the gallows floor with solid excrement, offending some of their audience. On the other hand, most witnesses found liquid discharge to add to the entertainment, so their bladders were filled, not emptied.

The valve in their rectum was left open for three minutes, long enough to ensure that their upper intestines were also filled to capacity. For most of them, the liquid was forced right through their entire gut system, up into their stomachs. The flow was turned off, and then the seals were slowly released.

Each woman fully understood that an accidental discharge now would cost her dearly.  They gingerly stood up, their buttocks tightly squeezed to prevent spilling their internal load.  They had been given so much of the steaming cleansing liquid their bellies noticeably bulged as if they were impregnated.

They were sent running to the row of toilets, each accompanied by a male guard.  There was a loud splashing of water as they evacuated their colons of the pressurized hot soapy water. They were allowed several minutes to fully evacuate before all six were returned to the terrible cleaning machine.

During their absence, the system was drained and replaced with more hot water, which was colored with a yellow die. The ladies were lined up for a second time, this time to flush them clean. When the brass cocks were in place and the seals secured, the pressure lever was swung once more.

The water was left turned on, and once more their bellies bulged. When the women began to gag and cough, Henrietta thought that they were about to vomit. When they at last opened their mouths wide, muddied water ran out, flowing freely in an uninterrupted stream.

The machine was pumping the hot yellow water right through them. The flow continued until all six were spewing a steady stream of clear yellow water. Their gut and stomach were simply a twisted hose that ran right through them.  Their entire digestive tract was being thoroughly cleaned.

With the yellow liquid spewing from their throats, it appeared they were pissing through their mouths! Their guts were flushed as clean as could be, in the most direct and thorough way possible. Their entire digestive system was also now filled to capacity with clear clean yellow water.

The six were removed from the system, their knees shaking, and they were allowed to sit against the far wall to recover.  They knew better than to release the liquid they held, and they kept their rectums pinched tight.  The machine was refilled with soapy cleaning fluid, and the five remaining women were placed in position, bent over with their backs to the terrible enema device.

Henrietta squealed as the brass cock was rudely thrust up her anus, and she momentarily released her ankles. The blow of the whip that corrected her struck beneath the nozzle, catching the tip of both lower cheeks and the bulge of her cunt. She quickly resumed the position, and she squealed again when the seal was expanded behind her sphincter to seal the brass cock inside her colon.

Even having watched the first set of women being loaded could not prepare Henrietta for the incredible jolt that came when the fluid was released under pressure into her lower large intestine. It filled her so quickly that she thought her eyes would bulge right out of their sockets.

She felt filled inside to overflowing, and still, it came.  She could feel it moving through her system, stretching her large and then her smaller intestine as it worked its way through her.  She could feel her belly and sides bloating outward, and for the first time realized what it must feel like to be pregnant.

At last, she felt the gurgle and splash as the heated liquid entered the sack of her stomach.  Still, it came, and then it was pushing through her gullet.  Large buckets were placed before the bent-over women, and the application was clear. It felt as if her guts would burst from the pressure.

The internal force was somewhat reduced as she opened her mouth and let it out. Lumps of food, bile, and then bits of offal were pushed out through her mouth, and after a full minute of internal garbage splashing into the bucket, only cleaning fluid emerged from her wide-gaping mouth.

The men had this time elected to do the entire flushing without allowing the women the chance to reverse the flow while sitting on the toilets.  Without removing the spigots from their assholes, the nearly empty tank was removed and was replaced with one filled with the hot yellow water.

The lever was once more set to open, and as the pressure inside them increased again, the fluid in the five women once more started its movement through them. In several minutes, they were cleared of the cleaning liquid and filled like the previous six with the yellow water.

Jac Blac, watching from behind a one-way mirror, was satisfied with this novel preparation of the ladies to be publicly hanged, certain they would all piss urine and shit yellow urine-like water as they swung naked by their necks, kicking and strangling, and was certain his customers were in for a great show.

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The stands were full to capacity, and there were crowds of others standing at the ends of the gallows platform, to watch the show. Henrietta Krista was third in line, behind Lynette.  They were naked and chained together by steel collars.  There was to be no reprieve; they were going to be hanged until dead.

Their wrists were cuffed behind their backs, and they wore manacles on their ankles so that they could only shuffle along on the hot black pavement of the courtyard. Their chains clanked on the hard asphalt as they moved, reminding them of their desperate helplessness.

She was surprised to see the sky was blue, with no sign of the storm that had passed over just an hour ago. The only sign the storm had left was a few small puddles that were drying fast on the hot pavement. There would be no weather interruption of the hanging of the naked American convicts this afternoon.

In the front row of one of the stands, where she and the others had sat to watch the four girls hang just ten days before, Henrietta saw ten young white females, all wearing the prison uniform and manacles. She was shocked to see that two of them were pregnant, one of them nearly ripe for delivery!

Her captors would stop at nothing to satisfy their carnal lust. These seated manacled females were a new set of convicts, who would later provide another show of swinging to death for the paying customers. Nothing changes, Henrietta thought. Everything is going ahead just as the guards said it would.

She had witnessed the execution of four naked females, and these women would witness eleven nude hangings. Truly things were getting worse. This thought was very discouraging.
She was extremely uncomfortable with the liquid filling her to overflowing, and she took no comfort in knowing the other girls were filled to overflowing like water vessels.

She needed desperately to shit the hot yellow water out but knew that soon enough she would do so, involuntarily. Captain Jac Blac liked to try new things to entertain his customers during these unnecessary executions, and she was now just a poor victim of his terrible regime, a dispensable toy on which he could try out his outrageous tricks.

The new leader of the government here in St. Vincent was so powerful that she was sure things would get much worse before they ever got better. If he could find so many people in this small island country who were willing to pay to watch this barbaric murder of innocent women, how many more would he find around the world who would come to take part in these horrific crimes?

If they were this bad when couched in a legal framework, as legitimate executions, how bad would it get when it expanded to arena sports, as suggested by the guards? She could just imagine the bullfights with no matador but with a dozen screaming naked women being gored to death by a pack of raging bulls.

Her mind snapped back to the present as the line of naked women reached the stairs, and slowly climbed the thirteen steps to the gallows platform.  Their manacle chains clattered on the wooden steps as they ascended.  Without control, she released a stream of urine onto the steps, she was so petrified.

The hollow sound was soon lost in the cheers of the crowd as the young girl who was chained in front of the line, a red-headed girl of eighteen, reached the top.  When they were all on the gallows platform, their collars and manacles were removed, and a guard escorted each of them to a noose.

There were eleven women for this exhibition execution, so only one noose would remain unused.  When she was in place, and the guard had lowered and snugged the noose around her neck, Henrietta fixed her gaze on the most pregnant of the prisoners seated to watch this event.

“That girl’s no more than eighteen!” she thought, watching the drawn look on the young girl’s pretty face.

She has enormous breasts, filled to feed a baby that will likely never be born unless it is shaken loose while the mother is hanged! she thought.

“How can such innocence be executed? How can such innocence be forced to watch this atrocity!”

“Get your feet apart!” the captain of the guards barked, and all the convicts obeyed, ”Up on your toes!” he commanded, and again they submitted to his will.

They rose up on their toes as far as they could, straining, and showing the best of their legs, ankles, and feet in the stressed position.

He left them standing like that for several minutes, waiting for their tight leg muscles to tire, demonstrating his total control over them. Their brief period in his jail had not been wasted. Henrietta felt as if her inner thighs were going to explode from the strain, but she dared not move. She had learned well the wisdom of total obedience.

The captain moved along the row and selectively brought his stiff riding crop up with a snap between the legs of certain women he felt was not high enough on their toes, striking their cunts a vicious stinging blow with his merciless whip. Henrietta felt the air move with her cunt lips and heard the whistle that announced the strike of the leather.

Her cunt was jolted as if she had been struck again with that terrible paddle, and her scream resounded off the walls of the courtyard.  The crowd cheered the frenzied screams his vicious whip brought from the women, and he walked back along the length of the gallows.

This time he struck each cunt he had passed by the first time. He was an expert with the whip, each time striking dead center in the fold between their legs, relentlessly and mercilessly smashing their clits and slapping their anuses hard with the flexible flap on the end of the whip.

Those few who were able got right up on the tips of their toes in the faint hope he would not further punish them.  They were so extreme in their response that their incredibly strained digits pointed straight down. They performed this remarkable feat, hoping that by doing so they could somehow avoid further harsh punishment for their stinging sex organs.

The result of this treatment was to alter their posture. They thrust their hips forward obscenely, rotating their pelvis forward to present their open organs to the audience.  He began a third pass, and those who had not got on the very tips of their toes attempted to do so.

The successful few were bypassed.  The others took another vicious blow to their genitalia.  As he got near her, although she had been up momentarily, Henrietta fell off her tiptoes, so that the balls of her feet took her weight.  The whip slashed her with three rapid blows to her cunt, and she was quickly up again on the tips of her toes to stay.

All of the women proved to be quick to study and learned the lesson quickly and well.  The captain of the guards made one more pass along the long line of naked and obscenely posturing female convicts.  This time he slashed them in a horizontal blow across their thrusting breasts.

Those with nearly normal-sized breasts, like Henrietta, felt the sting more severely than those with fully padded breasts, which billowed out as the whip crushed their nipples against their ribs. This man did nothing in small measure, and he struck at the naked woman with all his strength.

Those who dropped from their toes because of the pain in their breasts took a stinging cut to the cunt to get them back up, and it always worked.  Now that the women were on display for their execution, it was completely acceptable, even desirable, for the whip to visibly mark them.

The fresh angry welts that rose quickly on the nude female criminals’ bare meat were a sign of the guards’ control over them, and of their subservience as whipping beasts. None of them escaped the whip’s lashing fury, and soon all eleven of the nude ladies were liberally welted.

Now the chief executioner took over.  His job was relatively simple.

“Ladies,” he shouted in his powerful voice, “You have been found guilty of extreme crimes against the state. You are all guilty of high treason.  Because of your guilt, you have been sentenced to be hanged by the neck in the presence of these witnesses until you are dead.

“You are naked and standing before so many witnesses because you are to be disgraced, owing to the severity of your crimes. It is critical that the populace is discouraged from engaging in the criminal activity with which you have shamed yourselves and our beautiful island nation!

“It is the will of the courts that your witnesses be allowed to examine your bodies at close range after your hanging to verify that you are indeed dead, and to violate your bodies in whatever fashion they deem fit during the two hours following. When they are done with you, your carcasses shall be taken to sea, and fed to the sharks, as you are deemed as unfit to pollute the pure soil of St. Vincent. Long live Jac Blac!”

From his seat, Captain Jac Blac thought that another amusing way to execute naked ladies would be to bring live sharks to the national aquarium and feed the ladies alive to the aquatic carnivores.  He made a note of it, wondering if he could actually pull it off.

At some point, he would have to restore some form of tourist industry, and allowing people to witness creative executions was a real possibility. That form of execution might be a bit too violent for most of these people, but those who would find watching such a massacre entertaining would also be willing to pay handsomely for the privilege. He made a note to make the appropriate inquiries.

“LONG LIVE JAC BLAC!” the crowd chanted out, and repeated it several times, as an echo.

Even the foreigners, who made up a good part of the audience, were getting into the nationalistic spirit of the chant.  For the locals, nationalism helped them to discount the seriousness of what they were participating in.

They were also making points by supporting the Government with their purchase of seats to witness the spectacular event.  As the sound of the chant reverberated, the release was pulled, all eleven trap doors dropped, and the ladies who had an instant before been perched high on their tiptoes were now swinging from their slim necks, after a very short drop.

The chief executioner had learned from his past mistakes. None of the beautiful white bitches, now with well-developed muscles in their necks, had experienced any neck injury from the brief drop. They would all probably swing alive, twisting and kicking, for some time.

The group of eleven assistant executioners immediately shortened and tied off the ropes, having pulled the alive and kicking ladies up so that their feet were above the level of the gallows platform, and the naked criminals swung in full view of the large audience.

Henrietta could see that all ten of the others were kicking their lovely legs and suddenly realized that she, too, was swinging her legs, kicking desperately as she felt the tightness of the rope on her neck. Her weight was her worst enemy, but she was glad she was light and in such great shape.

All the girls had gained strength and endurance in the rigorous exercise sessions, thanks to the enthusiasm and skill of their energetic instructor.  They had all been pronounced fit by Miss Nancy Drew when they had said goodbye. The naive young fitness instructor had believed they were setting off on their dangerous mission.

They were, but it was not the kind of mission she imagined. She was delighted they were in tears as they said goodbye. Nancy did not realize they had liked her hard-working sweat sessions that much.  The feel of the rope on Henrietta’s neck surprised her.  She had expected the bristly feel of hemp but instead felt a soft cotton.

The soft thick ropes were used to extend the life of each lady by reducing the rate of asphyxiation so that the women could breathe for some time before they finally strangled to death. A slow death provided much more enjoyable entertainment, and that was the purpose of this exercise.

The luxurious feel of the soft rope at least allowed her to believe she was going out in style. She saw that three of the others, including the big-breasted bitch she had fought, were already shitting out the amber liquid in their colons.  The steaming liquid really looked like piss.

She realized the humiliation for those girls to be pissing off their assholes.  With rising cramps in her abdomen and torso, she suddenly realized how she was fighting back letting it go, and how much energy that was taking.  Her eyes were fixed on those of the most pregnant prisoner, who watched her intently as she released the grip of her anus.

The result was as expected; she spewed out an incredible stream of what appeared to the knowledgeable audience to be fresh lady piss, but coming out of the wrong place.  The relief to Henrietta was incredible.  She realized that she had just cleared her colon and that more of the water would quickly move down to renew the internal pressure.

She was full of the liquid, and it would continue to run through her until it was all expelled.  The look on the pregnant girl’s face was more of fascination than of horror.  The bitch would not grasp the full horror of what she was witnessing until she had a chance to dream about it.

Then the girl’s dreams would turn into nightmares.  Henrietta could not believe her monstrous captors could subject a young mother-to-be to such horrors.  If this is what it is like so soon after the change of government for women who had merely objected to Draconian laws, what will it be like when the new regime hits full stride? she wondered.

As she did so, she noticed with alarm that she was still kicking frantically, and giving the audience a remarkable show as she uselessly struggled.  The knot in the rope was digging against the corner of her jawbone, forcing her mouth open. Her jaw was starting to ache, and her mouth and throat felt desperately dry.

She realized with alarm that her tongue was sticking out and that it was swelling.  Although she could still breathe, the rope was pressing against a major artery, and her entire brain was being deprived of urgently needed oxygen because her blood could not carry it there.

Down the line of naked swinging female convicts, she could see that some of the larger women were doing worse than she was. One of the big-breasted women with a rounded tummy was clearly choking to death. Her face was purple, and her eyes and lips were bulging severely.

Her tongue stood out, dark and swollen, and her gums were bleeding. Her entire body was thrusting as if she were dancing an obscene dance. She was pissing from the strain and was also squirting the yellow liquid from her anus. She was giving the audience the obscene performance they had paid to witness.

Her full breasts bulged out incredibly.  The erect and highly distressed nipples spurted fresh milk under the pressure as her entire body strained radically, and then quite suddenly she shuddered from head to the tip of her toes, pissed. and finally went limp. She was the first to die.

The big woman’s stoic performance, cheered by the crowd, was repeated one by one by the nude swinging women down the line, with several interesting variations.  All the women had begun spraying the yellow water with which their entire digestive tract had been filled, squirting streaming jets of it out through their tight puckered rectums.

As they advanced in their strangulation, like the first to go they also released the contents of their bladders. The prison technicians had matched the color of the dyed water in their systems with their urine perfectly, and it was impossible for the audience to tell the fluids, both raised to body temperature by the female convicts, one from the other.

Some of the women and girls on the ropes were twisting with rapid jerks, desperately adjusting their positions as they swung by the noose as if by facing in a different direction they would make their ordeal more manageable.  Henrietta saw with her bulging eyeballs the dance of the woman next to her, who lifted and swiveled her hips alternately as if she were out jogging.

Henrietta almost laughed at the sight.  Lynette managed to twist around on her rope, arching her back further than her spine was designed to go, and demonstrating amazing agility, lifted her long gorgeous legs until she actually caught one of her heels on the rope beside her neck.

In this incredibly stretched position, her cunt gaped like the mouth of a fish out of the water, and from a close distance, Henrietta noticed that the female organ, cleaned just an hour ago, was now sweating from stress and the tropical heat so that it also smelled like a fish out of water.

The tall young girl used all her strength to move her head aside to get a better purchase on the rope with her elevated leg, but her weight brought her head back against the rope, trapping her ankle.  She was stuck in this awkward and highly revealing position, with not enough strength to free her trapped ankle.

She kicked the free leg frantically, which caused her to spin slowly, spraying twin arches of piss and yellow water out to the side from her twisted holes.  Her big breasts were distorted by the awkward angle of her twisted torso, and the nipples stood at attention, pointing into space from the bulging orbs.

Henrietta was also slowly twisting as she swung by the noose around her neck, and was startled when she came around to see that Lynette’s face was almost black.  The trapped foot was adding to the pressure on her neck, and the cunt had not been able to breathe for more than two minutes.

As well, there was almost no blood flow to her brain, nor was blood trapped in her head able to escape. The action of her single free leg, which had at first been kicking like an egg beater, gradually subsided, and at last, it hung limp.  The gorgeous cunt had at last died from her dilemma.

The sun glistened on the active rivulet of her piss which trickled down the beautiful feminine leg to drip from her toes and through the open trap door to splash on the pavement beneath the gallows.  Down the line, there was less and less movement.  Henrietta did not feel she was near death, but she did realize that her thoughts were slow and muddled.

She felt an incredible and unaccountable stirring in her loins as if she were about to orgasm. That made no sense to her, in this incredibly bizarre demonstration of power over females, in which she was purely a victim.  As the stirring in her lower tummy rose, she understood for the first time how this could be happening and became certain the horrific plans for this small island country were likely to proceed.

Captain Tropical Island required female victims in order to work, and she was performing as outrageously as they had expected her to do. She was among the first few who would likely become thousands of females to die horrible deaths purely for entertainment value.

If snuff films could find fans and thrive for so many decades, and still have new ones put into circulation regularly, what would happen when this island opened up to visitors what it was now doing for its own more privileged citizens?  This was just a test of the system, and its value to an audience.

Her quality as a female specimen was excellent, she knew, and there would be no difficulty in obtaining and training women of equal quality to the level she had been prepared, and much beyond.  This kind of total mastery over a woman stirred an arousal in her loins such as she was feeling now.

This was just the beginning of a decadence the end of which she would never get to see.  She began thrusting her hips forward and back rapidly and involuntarily, aggressively fucking a huge imaginary cock, bouncing her small breasts as she bucked feverishly at the end of her rope.

With this air-fuck, she was feeling a massive orgasm coming over her.  This entire execution was utterly out of control.  She felt surges of eager reaching with her cunt.  She felt like the side of human venison Lynette had described hanging after she had watched the beautiful young black girl being butchered.

Where are the cleavers?  Why don’t they make me into venison?  Her fevered mind was now racing wildly, and her hips were bucking in passionate abandon.  My meat is as good as any eighteen-year-old black cunt’s!  She was holding her breath, and she thought her lungs would explode as she heaved and humped her hips in carnal lust.

She tried in utter desperation to breathe, but the rope dictated that she continue to hold her breath.  ‘Cut me off at the waist and the knees,’ she thought in her crazed oxygen-starved mind, ‘to make a double hip roast, complete with cunt and asshole!  You bastards treat me like meat, then make me meat!’

Henrietta Krista did not feel herself sag and did not feel the last rivulets of piss that ran down both her thighs, over her calves, past her ankles, and down her feet to drip from the points of her pretty toes.  Her dazed mind was far removed from what was happening to her in reality.

She was completely unaware that her body had slowed its erotic dance of sexual horror and had sagged to swing gently to a motionless dangle.  She had been in the middle of her mindless mad orgasm when the blood vessel burst inside her brain, taking her out like a snuffed candle.

She did not hear the cheering of the crowd for the last survivor, nor did she experience the sexual violation of her luscious naked body by the aroused crowd in the following two hours of extreme decadence.  Nor did she experience being cut down and piled in a heap with the others in the back of a pick-up truck.

She had no idea that the pile of naked female carcasses was covered by a tarp transported to the docks and then transferred to a motor launch.  She knew nothing of the disposal of her body as she and the others were thrown into the shark-infested water to float tits up for only a few moments before the sharks hit.

She had no sensation of being ripped apart, or of sharks fighting over her limbs, emerging viscera and organs.  She had no idea that her last wish to become meat had been granted.  Only the smallest chunks of bones escaped the vicious jaws to sink to the bottom of the ocean, to be consumed by bottom-feeders.

None of this was any longer of any concern to Henrietta Krista, who had given up her life a couple of hours earlier swinging naked on the gallows, for the entertainment of the paying guests of the powerful leader of the coupe, the ambitious and heartless Captain Jac Blac.

THE END