tygavin
Magistrate
Meg sat on the hard bunk in her bare cell huddled in the corner of the room. The room was a comfortable temperature, but she was shivering. Perhaps it was because she was naked or perhaps it was because she stayed in a constant state of terror. The cell had a toilet a sink and a small cot with a hard mattress. There was nothing to distract her thoughts from her impending brutal execution.
Other than looking to the future she looked to the past which made her feel like an idiot rather than being afraid. That was slightly better.
Meg had grown up in a trailer with her mother and younger sister. When she turned eighteen, she was obsessed with leaving the poor state she had grown in. She wanted to move to California. She had no aspirations to be an actress or singer. She just liked the idea of California. She had seen a postcard of Venice Beach when she was small and had been obsessed with California since. Warm weather, beaches, rich and famous walking among the rank and file. It was her promised land. So different than the dreary landscape she had grown up in.
She was a troubled kid growing up. It was hard not to be in her situation. No father, mother paraded a long lie of men through the house her entire life, some who slapped her mother and some who slapped her. Meg’s number one goal was to protect her little half-sister from the worst of the life she had to endure.
Over the years she had gotten piercings. They were her way of rebelling against the outside world and society. She had a nose piercing, nipples pierced with bars, her belly button and a hood piercing. They had let her keep them, a small comfort in her hellish situation.
It had happened so fast.
She had tried to save money on her own but at nineteen she was still struggling. She had the cash to get a bus ticket to Cali but living there was a different story and she would need some money saved to last while she found a job and place to live. Her job at the diner was not cutting it. She had dropped out of high school when she was a junior. She had enough. Kids could be cruel to a poor girl with a mother who was a stripper. That left her with two career options. She could be a waitress or a stripper. She refused to strip, despite her mother’s encouragement. She did not want to turn into her mother.
Then she met him. He had came into the town like a tornado. He was a drifter who worked construction at different sites as he traveled across the country. He hated to stay in place for very long, but she was drawn to him. They began fucking the second day she knew him. A week later he announced he was leaving and wanted her to come with him.
She jumped on the chance. She packed a bag and left in the middle of the night.
Two mornings later as they took turns driving, he woke and asked Meg to pull into the nearest gas station.
She had no idea he was carrying a gun. She had no idea he had hit many stores and was wanted across the U.S for armed robbery and murder.
She heard multiple shots and froze behind the wheel of the car. She though he had been attacked and didn’t want to leave him.
Instead, she found a strange old man holding a shotgun to her head and telling her to get out of the car.
The police arrived moments later.
Her new friend had entered the wrong store. The owner killed him but not before he had killed the owner’s wife.
Meg was left behind the driver’s wheel in what turned out to be a stolen car and charged with robbery and murder.
She stayed for three months in the county jail. The jail was not large, and the inmates were there for mostly minor crimes. They only wanted to do their time and get out. No one was interested in fights or raping others.
She was brought to court with a court appointed attorney her only hope. His argument that she had no ide what would happen was not bought by the jury. The trial was over in four hours and the jury deliberated for two hours, most of which was spent eating a meal paid for by the court.
She prayed for life in prison but knew it would not be. She had not gotten far from her hometown and would be sentenced to die there. She knew it in her heart. Her only question was whether she would slow hang for the citizens enjoyment or hang from a cross in crucifixion park.
The judge smiled as he sentenced her to crucifixion in a week. She was taken back to her cell and given pills. She spent the next four days on the toilet purging her bowels and only fed protein and carbohydrate gels to keep up her strength.
Today she was transported to the prison in her hometown of thirty thousand people. It wasn’t a large prison but nor was it small. When she arrived, she was instructed to take off her prison jumpsuit and underwear. She had heard stories about death row but wasn’t sure what to believe. One rumor was true. The occupants were kept nude and under constant surveillance. There were six cells on death row and she filled the sixth one. They were closed off with walls on three sides and bars on the front. She didn’t know who occupied the other cells, whether they were male or female, young or old and how they would die. She didn’t care. Before she had been brought into her last home, she had suffered a body cavity search and sprayed down by a high-pressure hose of cold water. She was physically and mentally exhausted.
“Meggan, you have a visitor. On your feet.” A guard told her.
Meg stood on shaky legs and walked to the front of her cell, wandering who would visit her. She had seen only a lawyer since she was first incarcerated.
One she stepped out of the cell he roughly turned her around and twisted her arms behind her back, putting on cuffs to tightly. She didn’t complain. She was too afraid to complain.
She was taken to a visiting room. On the other side of the glass wall was her mother.
She had already been bothered and ashamed by her nudity. It dehumanized her. Having her mother see her like this took her humiliation to a greater level.
Her mother looked at her body and shook her head. Meg had always known her mother’s opinion of her body. Meg was beautiful. She was not overly muscular. She was five feet four inches tall and thin everywhere but her breasts were larger than her frame would suggest. Not that anyone could tell. She had always worn long baggy shorts and shirts wanting to avoid the attention of her mother’s boyfriends as much as possible. She had green eyes and long dark blonde hair that she colored to a lighter blonde. The roots were showing now. Her mother was similarly built and had the same features if only a bit taller. She had tried to convince Meg to become what she called a dancer at her club. Meg had refused to lower herself that far. The kids she had went to school with before she dropped out had bullied her for being a whore simply because her mother was one. Meg wouldn’t justify those claims.
“Look at you, kid. Too good for your Mom’s profession but now you are here, naked and handcuffed, about to show the world that body of yours spread out and nailed to a cross. What do you think those kids you hated so much are gonna say when they see you?”
Meg said nothing, focusing on controlling her trembling. She knew her mother was right. Crucifixion Park was a popular hangout on weekends. The names of the condemned were advertised in the paper and on the court website. Everyone would know she would be an attraction there. She had never gone herself. She found the idea of watching someone die gruesome. The stories she had heard were terrifying her now. Supposedly the spectators could do what they wanted to the condemned to an extent. The guards kept loose watch and would not allow them to be harmed or anything to happen that could hasten their death but touching and humiliation were even silently encouraged. Every one of those stuck-up bitches and their rich boyfriends who had driven her away would be there to see her at the lowest moment of her life.
“Why are you here, Mom?”
The woman’s face fell. “You are my baby. You think I wanted this to happen? I needed to see you.”
Meg snorted. “Where have you been all these months while I sat in jail? You weren’t at my trial!”
The woman shook her head sadly. “I couldn’t take it. I had hoped that you would get off but when I heard you were here, I knew it was now or never. Why did you have to be so stubborn!? You could have made a fortune and gone to California on your own, found work there and made more money! Why wasn’t I ever good enough for you?!”
Meg shook her head and smirked. “I’m about to die in pain and humiliation and you are making this about you.”
The woman seemed chastised by that. “I’m sorry. I just…I can’t claim your body. I wanted to but they said you are property of the state.”
Meg hadn’t thought about what would happen after she was gone. “What is going to happen to me…my body?”
“Incinerated and your ashes dumped in a landfill where all the death row inmates go. I’m sorry. I tried.”
Meg shrugged. “Doesn’t really matter.”
Her mother checked her watch. “My time is almost up. I’ll be there. I’ll be with you. I was told I could be there but I couldn’t approach you or say anything to the ones who do. If I attack them I go down too and someone has to take care of your little sister.”
Meg didn’t want this. “I don’t want you there! Why would you want to watch me die? You know what will happen to me! You want to see that?”
“I want to be there for you.”
“It’s too late for that, Mom. Stay away. Leave and don’t come back. Don’t let Billie come to the park. Forget about me.”
The woman took a moment then nodded. “Okay. “Listen, I talked to this regular of mine. He is a doctor and sometimes does autopsies on the crucified. He told me some things. He thinks you might not last more than a day. I know you never wanted to know much but there is going to be this…horn thing up your ass. When the guards come for you tonight don’t fight them. Let them fuck your ass. It will make it easier.”
Meg nearly vomited. She was no stranger to sex but had never been fucked in the ass. She also hoped the rapes were a horrible rumor.
Her mother gave her one last longing look then walked out for the last time.
Meg was taken to her cell, uncuffed, told to get some rest because it would be a long night and not to fight.
It wouldn’t be a problem. The fight had left her.
TBC
Other than looking to the future she looked to the past which made her feel like an idiot rather than being afraid. That was slightly better.
Meg had grown up in a trailer with her mother and younger sister. When she turned eighteen, she was obsessed with leaving the poor state she had grown in. She wanted to move to California. She had no aspirations to be an actress or singer. She just liked the idea of California. She had seen a postcard of Venice Beach when she was small and had been obsessed with California since. Warm weather, beaches, rich and famous walking among the rank and file. It was her promised land. So different than the dreary landscape she had grown up in.
She was a troubled kid growing up. It was hard not to be in her situation. No father, mother paraded a long lie of men through the house her entire life, some who slapped her mother and some who slapped her. Meg’s number one goal was to protect her little half-sister from the worst of the life she had to endure.
Over the years she had gotten piercings. They were her way of rebelling against the outside world and society. She had a nose piercing, nipples pierced with bars, her belly button and a hood piercing. They had let her keep them, a small comfort in her hellish situation.
It had happened so fast.
She had tried to save money on her own but at nineteen she was still struggling. She had the cash to get a bus ticket to Cali but living there was a different story and she would need some money saved to last while she found a job and place to live. Her job at the diner was not cutting it. She had dropped out of high school when she was a junior. She had enough. Kids could be cruel to a poor girl with a mother who was a stripper. That left her with two career options. She could be a waitress or a stripper. She refused to strip, despite her mother’s encouragement. She did not want to turn into her mother.
Then she met him. He had came into the town like a tornado. He was a drifter who worked construction at different sites as he traveled across the country. He hated to stay in place for very long, but she was drawn to him. They began fucking the second day she knew him. A week later he announced he was leaving and wanted her to come with him.
She jumped on the chance. She packed a bag and left in the middle of the night.
Two mornings later as they took turns driving, he woke and asked Meg to pull into the nearest gas station.
She had no idea he was carrying a gun. She had no idea he had hit many stores and was wanted across the U.S for armed robbery and murder.
She heard multiple shots and froze behind the wheel of the car. She though he had been attacked and didn’t want to leave him.
Instead, she found a strange old man holding a shotgun to her head and telling her to get out of the car.
The police arrived moments later.
Her new friend had entered the wrong store. The owner killed him but not before he had killed the owner’s wife.
Meg was left behind the driver’s wheel in what turned out to be a stolen car and charged with robbery and murder.
She stayed for three months in the county jail. The jail was not large, and the inmates were there for mostly minor crimes. They only wanted to do their time and get out. No one was interested in fights or raping others.
She was brought to court with a court appointed attorney her only hope. His argument that she had no ide what would happen was not bought by the jury. The trial was over in four hours and the jury deliberated for two hours, most of which was spent eating a meal paid for by the court.
She prayed for life in prison but knew it would not be. She had not gotten far from her hometown and would be sentenced to die there. She knew it in her heart. Her only question was whether she would slow hang for the citizens enjoyment or hang from a cross in crucifixion park.
The judge smiled as he sentenced her to crucifixion in a week. She was taken back to her cell and given pills. She spent the next four days on the toilet purging her bowels and only fed protein and carbohydrate gels to keep up her strength.
Today she was transported to the prison in her hometown of thirty thousand people. It wasn’t a large prison but nor was it small. When she arrived, she was instructed to take off her prison jumpsuit and underwear. She had heard stories about death row but wasn’t sure what to believe. One rumor was true. The occupants were kept nude and under constant surveillance. There were six cells on death row and she filled the sixth one. They were closed off with walls on three sides and bars on the front. She didn’t know who occupied the other cells, whether they were male or female, young or old and how they would die. She didn’t care. Before she had been brought into her last home, she had suffered a body cavity search and sprayed down by a high-pressure hose of cold water. She was physically and mentally exhausted.
“Meggan, you have a visitor. On your feet.” A guard told her.
Meg stood on shaky legs and walked to the front of her cell, wandering who would visit her. She had seen only a lawyer since she was first incarcerated.
One she stepped out of the cell he roughly turned her around and twisted her arms behind her back, putting on cuffs to tightly. She didn’t complain. She was too afraid to complain.
She was taken to a visiting room. On the other side of the glass wall was her mother.
She had already been bothered and ashamed by her nudity. It dehumanized her. Having her mother see her like this took her humiliation to a greater level.
Her mother looked at her body and shook her head. Meg had always known her mother’s opinion of her body. Meg was beautiful. She was not overly muscular. She was five feet four inches tall and thin everywhere but her breasts were larger than her frame would suggest. Not that anyone could tell. She had always worn long baggy shorts and shirts wanting to avoid the attention of her mother’s boyfriends as much as possible. She had green eyes and long dark blonde hair that she colored to a lighter blonde. The roots were showing now. Her mother was similarly built and had the same features if only a bit taller. She had tried to convince Meg to become what she called a dancer at her club. Meg had refused to lower herself that far. The kids she had went to school with before she dropped out had bullied her for being a whore simply because her mother was one. Meg wouldn’t justify those claims.
“Look at you, kid. Too good for your Mom’s profession but now you are here, naked and handcuffed, about to show the world that body of yours spread out and nailed to a cross. What do you think those kids you hated so much are gonna say when they see you?”
Meg said nothing, focusing on controlling her trembling. She knew her mother was right. Crucifixion Park was a popular hangout on weekends. The names of the condemned were advertised in the paper and on the court website. Everyone would know she would be an attraction there. She had never gone herself. She found the idea of watching someone die gruesome. The stories she had heard were terrifying her now. Supposedly the spectators could do what they wanted to the condemned to an extent. The guards kept loose watch and would not allow them to be harmed or anything to happen that could hasten their death but touching and humiliation were even silently encouraged. Every one of those stuck-up bitches and their rich boyfriends who had driven her away would be there to see her at the lowest moment of her life.
“Why are you here, Mom?”
The woman’s face fell. “You are my baby. You think I wanted this to happen? I needed to see you.”
Meg snorted. “Where have you been all these months while I sat in jail? You weren’t at my trial!”
The woman shook her head sadly. “I couldn’t take it. I had hoped that you would get off but when I heard you were here, I knew it was now or never. Why did you have to be so stubborn!? You could have made a fortune and gone to California on your own, found work there and made more money! Why wasn’t I ever good enough for you?!”
Meg shook her head and smirked. “I’m about to die in pain and humiliation and you are making this about you.”
The woman seemed chastised by that. “I’m sorry. I just…I can’t claim your body. I wanted to but they said you are property of the state.”
Meg hadn’t thought about what would happen after she was gone. “What is going to happen to me…my body?”
“Incinerated and your ashes dumped in a landfill where all the death row inmates go. I’m sorry. I tried.”
Meg shrugged. “Doesn’t really matter.”
Her mother checked her watch. “My time is almost up. I’ll be there. I’ll be with you. I was told I could be there but I couldn’t approach you or say anything to the ones who do. If I attack them I go down too and someone has to take care of your little sister.”
Meg didn’t want this. “I don’t want you there! Why would you want to watch me die? You know what will happen to me! You want to see that?”
“I want to be there for you.”
“It’s too late for that, Mom. Stay away. Leave and don’t come back. Don’t let Billie come to the park. Forget about me.”
The woman took a moment then nodded. “Okay. “Listen, I talked to this regular of mine. He is a doctor and sometimes does autopsies on the crucified. He told me some things. He thinks you might not last more than a day. I know you never wanted to know much but there is going to be this…horn thing up your ass. When the guards come for you tonight don’t fight them. Let them fuck your ass. It will make it easier.”
Meg nearly vomited. She was no stranger to sex but had never been fucked in the ass. She also hoped the rapes were a horrible rumor.
Her mother gave her one last longing look then walked out for the last time.
Meg was taken to her cell, uncuffed, told to get some rest because it would be a long night and not to fight.
It wouldn’t be a problem. The fight had left her.
TBC
