Zephirantes
Magistrate
This time I wanted to focus on a girl on borrowed time, and the strange feelings that lodge in her scared mind.
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«Oh no, they have delayed my execution!»
Synopsis:
Amy finally arrived at Crucifixion Hill, her heart pounding in her young chest. She wasn't eager to die, not at all in fact, but she knew all too well the grim consequences of not showing up were far worse than the execution itself.
As always, Amy was late. “You’ll be late for your own funeral too,” her mother always told her. But this time it wasn't her fault: the letter carrier had struggled to find her address last night, and had only been able to deliver the government letter to her this morning. The letter was clear: she was to deliver herself to the nearest execution center, to be disposed of as prescribed. The nearest center, Amy knew, was Crucifixion Hill, the place where girls are nailed to die on a wooden cross.
If nothing else, she reflected, the view from the hill should be pleasant. It's just too bad for all those maniacs and voyeurs who camp there to enjoy the demises of beautiful naked 18-year-olds like her. Girls all deemed useless by the World Government, all nailed and stretched to the max on their instruments of torture and death.
There was no mistaking the road: it was early morning, but already from the distance, Amy could hear the hammer beating of the executioners, intent on nailing the body of a young girl like her. Indeed, she could already hear both the thud of the hammer and, well, the screams of a girl being pinned to the wood.
Both sounds were... upsetting, to say the least.
As she walked up the hill, she saw rows of crosses, some already raised and occupied by nude girls in various stages of agony, others laying on the ground waiting for the next victim to hurt and kill.
The air was thick with the sounds of hammers, nails, and the cries of the condemned.
She spotted two men, busy with their grim work, their hands a bit stained by blood (but not nearly as much as Amy would have expected), a young girl between them lying on a wooden cross, her wrists perforated by two nails that joined her arms to the wood beneath her.
Amy looked at the nails driven into the naked girl on her cross: they were clean and thin. Stainless steel: durable, but small enough to not cause excessive bleeding and speed up the executee’s death. That explains why the executioners were so tidy and clean, at least.
"The World Government wants us to suffer," thought Amy. "And to give a good show. Two birds with one stone."
One of the two men, a tall man with a rough yet somehow cheerful face, looked up and noticed her approach.
"Hello...? I'm Amy, I'm looking for some guys named Bill and Jim," she said, trying to ignore the screams of the suffering girl, with her feet wriggling like a mad doll due to the pain of her execution.
"Hey there, sweetheart! You must be one of the lucky ones. I'm Jim, and this is Bill over there. You're here for your big day, huh?" Jim said with a casual wave, as if they were discussing the weather.
"The day you'll die naked and crucified, I mean," Bill added with a grin, his tone almost playful.
"It seems so." Amy swallowed hard, trying to keep her voice steady. "I understand the World Government wants me in agony and executed, but couldn't we skip the naked part? It's so embarrassing, with all those onlookers..."
Jim chuckled, shaking his head. "Sorry, gal, it's not proper to execute dressed girls: you'll have to be in the nude. You can already strip, actually," he said, his tone businesslike, but with a hint of amusement.
Amy hesitated. "Can I do it later? I don't feel comfortable being bare," she asked, trying to delay the inevitable.
"Okay, as you wish, but sooner or later, be prepared to share your lady bits with everyone, gal. Your tits and pussy, that is," Bill said with a wink, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"You're cute, girl. I'm sure your martyrdom will earn you legions of fans!" Jim added, his tone almost encouraging.
Amy forced a weak smile, trying to ignore the fluttering in her stomach. "Yeah, I guess so... Got the notice this morning. Thought I'd better report in before you guys get too busy."
She gave the letter of summons to Jim, who was closest to her, who didn't even take time to read, as busy as he was with the tight schedule.
Jim laughed heartily. "Busy? You ain't kidding, darling. We've got a whole parade of pretty gals like yourself lined up today. Overcrowded world and all that, you know how it is. But don't worry, we’ll get to you as soon as we can."
Amy glanced around, noticing the other girls, some already stripped, others still clinging to their clothes. The screams of a girl being nailed to the cross filled the air, making her wince. "As soon as you can? What does that mean?" she asked, dreading the answer.
"Well, sweetheart, we've got a bit of a backlog today. Between all the crucifixions and the lunch breaks we’ve got to squeeze in, it might take a while before we can get to your cross. But don’t worry, you’ll be hanging up there before the sun sets. Maybe," Bill said with a shrug.
Amy's heart skipped a beat. "You mean I might have to wait?"
"Could be. We’ve got a lot of girls to crucify and only so much wood and nails to go around. But look on the bright side, kiddo: more time on the ground means more time to live, right?" Jim replied with a grin, clearly enjoying the irony.
Amy nodded slowly, trying to hide her relief. "Sure, I'm in no hurry to die naked and in agony," she muttered, her voice barely audible.
"Look, we’ve got to keep things orderly. You’ll get your turn, don’t you worry," Bill reassured her, though his tone was anything but comforting.
"We aren't sure, actually. Chances are we will nail you tomorrow," Jim added, almost as an afterthought.
Amy sighed, glancing around at the other girls. "Guess I'll just hang around then..." she said with a forced chuckle, trying to make light of the situation.
Jim burst out laughing. "Hang around, huh? You’ve got a knack for gallows humor, girl! We’ll make sure you get a good spot when it’s your time to hang for real and suffer."
Bill nodded in agreement. "You’ve got the right attitude, Amy. This whole thing might be a pain in the ass, but at least you’re not going out without a sense of humor."
Amy managed a weak smile. "Thanks, I guess. But seriously, how long do you think it’ll be before you’re ready to... do me?"
Jim scratched his head, thinking for a moment. "Hard to say. I fear hours... maybe even not today. Chances are we have to postpone your execution to tomorrow," he admitted, sounding almost apologetic.
"We’ve got a couple of girls ahead of you who are real troopers, taking their time to make sure they’re perfectly positioned before we nail 'em up. They’re doing the martyrdom thing right, you know? Gotta respect the dedication," Bill explained, his tone respectful, as if discussing a revered tradition.
Amy nodded, her fear subsiding slightly. "Well, I wouldn’t want to rush anyone. But you think I could at least pick out a good cross? Something sturdy, maybe with a nice view?"
Jim grinned, clearly impressed. "You’ve got style, kid. I’ll see what we can do. Maybe we’ll even throw in a couple of extra nails, just for you."
Amy chuckled, despite herself. "Great. I'll take what I can get."
Bill leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Besides, girl, the purpose is to make your naked body a view for the onlookers, not vice versa!"
Amy rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile. "Fair enough," she conceded, her tone resigned.
Jim clapped her on the shoulder, his grip firm but friendly. "Well, if nothing else, this day is turning out to be way more interesting than I expected."
"That’s the spirit, Amy. Stick with us, and we’ll make sure we'll give you a crucifixion to remember," Bill said with a wink, his tone half-serious.
Amy took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. "Guess I better make the most of it, huh?"
Jim nodded approvingly. "That’s the attitude! Now, why don’t you go grab a seat and relax for a bit before it's your turn to die? We’ll call you when it’s your time to receive your proper punishment..."
"Just have patience, darling," added Bill. "We're gonna call you, sooner or later."
"Stay sure of that."
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«Oh no, they have delayed my execution!»
Synopsis:
In a grim scenario at Crucifixion Hill, Jim and Bill are executing many girls as part of a World Government policy to address overpopulation and resource depletion.
Amy, scheduled for crucifixion, approaches her fate with fear but a sense of duty.
Fortunately for her, Jim and Bill are kind and gentle, though very occupied, which might delay her execution.
Amy finally arrived at Crucifixion Hill, her heart pounding in her young chest. She wasn't eager to die, not at all in fact, but she knew all too well the grim consequences of not showing up were far worse than the execution itself.
As always, Amy was late. “You’ll be late for your own funeral too,” her mother always told her. But this time it wasn't her fault: the letter carrier had struggled to find her address last night, and had only been able to deliver the government letter to her this morning. The letter was clear: she was to deliver herself to the nearest execution center, to be disposed of as prescribed. The nearest center, Amy knew, was Crucifixion Hill, the place where girls are nailed to die on a wooden cross.
If nothing else, she reflected, the view from the hill should be pleasant. It's just too bad for all those maniacs and voyeurs who camp there to enjoy the demises of beautiful naked 18-year-olds like her. Girls all deemed useless by the World Government, all nailed and stretched to the max on their instruments of torture and death.
There was no mistaking the road: it was early morning, but already from the distance, Amy could hear the hammer beating of the executioners, intent on nailing the body of a young girl like her. Indeed, she could already hear both the thud of the hammer and, well, the screams of a girl being pinned to the wood.
Both sounds were... upsetting, to say the least.
As she walked up the hill, she saw rows of crosses, some already raised and occupied by nude girls in various stages of agony, others laying on the ground waiting for the next victim to hurt and kill.
The air was thick with the sounds of hammers, nails, and the cries of the condemned.
She spotted two men, busy with their grim work, their hands a bit stained by blood (but not nearly as much as Amy would have expected), a young girl between them lying on a wooden cross, her wrists perforated by two nails that joined her arms to the wood beneath her.
Amy looked at the nails driven into the naked girl on her cross: they were clean and thin. Stainless steel: durable, but small enough to not cause excessive bleeding and speed up the executee’s death. That explains why the executioners were so tidy and clean, at least.
"The World Government wants us to suffer," thought Amy. "And to give a good show. Two birds with one stone."
One of the two men, a tall man with a rough yet somehow cheerful face, looked up and noticed her approach.
"Hello...? I'm Amy, I'm looking for some guys named Bill and Jim," she said, trying to ignore the screams of the suffering girl, with her feet wriggling like a mad doll due to the pain of her execution.
"Hey there, sweetheart! You must be one of the lucky ones. I'm Jim, and this is Bill over there. You're here for your big day, huh?" Jim said with a casual wave, as if they were discussing the weather.
"The day you'll die naked and crucified, I mean," Bill added with a grin, his tone almost playful.
"It seems so." Amy swallowed hard, trying to keep her voice steady. "I understand the World Government wants me in agony and executed, but couldn't we skip the naked part? It's so embarrassing, with all those onlookers..."
Jim chuckled, shaking his head. "Sorry, gal, it's not proper to execute dressed girls: you'll have to be in the nude. You can already strip, actually," he said, his tone businesslike, but with a hint of amusement.
Amy hesitated. "Can I do it later? I don't feel comfortable being bare," she asked, trying to delay the inevitable.
"Okay, as you wish, but sooner or later, be prepared to share your lady bits with everyone, gal. Your tits and pussy, that is," Bill said with a wink, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"You're cute, girl. I'm sure your martyrdom will earn you legions of fans!" Jim added, his tone almost encouraging.
Amy forced a weak smile, trying to ignore the fluttering in her stomach. "Yeah, I guess so... Got the notice this morning. Thought I'd better report in before you guys get too busy."
She gave the letter of summons to Jim, who was closest to her, who didn't even take time to read, as busy as he was with the tight schedule.
Jim laughed heartily. "Busy? You ain't kidding, darling. We've got a whole parade of pretty gals like yourself lined up today. Overcrowded world and all that, you know how it is. But don't worry, we’ll get to you as soon as we can."
Amy glanced around, noticing the other girls, some already stripped, others still clinging to their clothes. The screams of a girl being nailed to the cross filled the air, making her wince. "As soon as you can? What does that mean?" she asked, dreading the answer.
"Well, sweetheart, we've got a bit of a backlog today. Between all the crucifixions and the lunch breaks we’ve got to squeeze in, it might take a while before we can get to your cross. But don’t worry, you’ll be hanging up there before the sun sets. Maybe," Bill said with a shrug.
Amy's heart skipped a beat. "You mean I might have to wait?"
"Could be. We’ve got a lot of girls to crucify and only so much wood and nails to go around. But look on the bright side, kiddo: more time on the ground means more time to live, right?" Jim replied with a grin, clearly enjoying the irony.
Amy nodded slowly, trying to hide her relief. "Sure, I'm in no hurry to die naked and in agony," she muttered, her voice barely audible.
"Look, we’ve got to keep things orderly. You’ll get your turn, don’t you worry," Bill reassured her, though his tone was anything but comforting.
"We aren't sure, actually. Chances are we will nail you tomorrow," Jim added, almost as an afterthought.
Amy sighed, glancing around at the other girls. "Guess I'll just hang around then..." she said with a forced chuckle, trying to make light of the situation.
Jim burst out laughing. "Hang around, huh? You’ve got a knack for gallows humor, girl! We’ll make sure you get a good spot when it’s your time to hang for real and suffer."
Bill nodded in agreement. "You’ve got the right attitude, Amy. This whole thing might be a pain in the ass, but at least you’re not going out without a sense of humor."
Amy managed a weak smile. "Thanks, I guess. But seriously, how long do you think it’ll be before you’re ready to... do me?"
Jim scratched his head, thinking for a moment. "Hard to say. I fear hours... maybe even not today. Chances are we have to postpone your execution to tomorrow," he admitted, sounding almost apologetic.
"We’ve got a couple of girls ahead of you who are real troopers, taking their time to make sure they’re perfectly positioned before we nail 'em up. They’re doing the martyrdom thing right, you know? Gotta respect the dedication," Bill explained, his tone respectful, as if discussing a revered tradition.
Amy nodded, her fear subsiding slightly. "Well, I wouldn’t want to rush anyone. But you think I could at least pick out a good cross? Something sturdy, maybe with a nice view?"
Jim grinned, clearly impressed. "You’ve got style, kid. I’ll see what we can do. Maybe we’ll even throw in a couple of extra nails, just for you."
Amy chuckled, despite herself. "Great. I'll take what I can get."
Bill leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Besides, girl, the purpose is to make your naked body a view for the onlookers, not vice versa!"
Amy rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile. "Fair enough," she conceded, her tone resigned.
Jim clapped her on the shoulder, his grip firm but friendly. "Well, if nothing else, this day is turning out to be way more interesting than I expected."
"That’s the spirit, Amy. Stick with us, and we’ll make sure we'll give you a crucifixion to remember," Bill said with a wink, his tone half-serious.
Amy took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. "Guess I better make the most of it, huh?"
Jim nodded approvingly. "That’s the attitude! Now, why don’t you go grab a seat and relax for a bit before it's your turn to die? We’ll call you when it’s your time to receive your proper punishment..."
"Just have patience, darling," added Bill. "We're gonna call you, sooner or later."
"Stay sure of that."
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