"First Alternate-Morning Executions" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/KwRmSe5n Created on: Thursday 4th of August 2016 10:07:56 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:29:55 AM UTC This vignette is a look into a world where death is made routine and the consequences of non consent. It includes nudity, multiple executions, and impalement. I was the alternate for morning executions. Each week besides the random selection of three girls to be summarily executed at precisely 8AM every morning of the school year. In addition to those 21 girls who are called to die, two girls are chosen as alternates for the week, in case a girl is a non consent or if she is late. In truth, it is probably more stressful for those seven days than it is for the girls who know they are dying. On this cool morning the second alternate and myself arrived at the podium on the commons in front of the library as we had the five previous mornings. As alternates, we exchanged position each day. Today was my turn to be first executed should someone fail their obligations. The week had gone by routinely. Almost all of the girls died with dignity, some cheerfully even. So every morning, I would bring my text books and study while the girls were being killed. We were required to stay until all three girls were dead. Two other girls that I didn't recognize arrived. Girls culled for execution. One was a tall statuesque black girl, with skin so dark that her eyes seemed bright. She had carefully addressed corn rolls and her countenance for the morning was open and ready for her death. The second girl could not make that claim. She was a short, white girl with bobbed close hair. She was in her uniform and it was clear from the outset that she was not looking forward to dying. Other girls had ambivalence (as I would) and still went ahead and gave the ultimate sacrifice for the school. For the first time during the week, I felt the tinge of worry that I might have to step forward and fulfill the role of the alternate. Should I have to die for the scared girl, her fate would be far worse. Instead of her death being considered a voluntary sacrifice, she would be considered a non-consensual. Her scholarship would be revoked and she would be destroyed (killed without conversion). But first she would be punished which could take the form of long extended torture without the relief of death. I could think of no scenario where I wouldn't prefer to die honorably than to suffer to anguish and indignity of such a death. Tentatively, she began to undress. The tall black girl was already stripped, her athletic black frame stark against the sunlit green grass. Both waited patiently to be called up onto the podium. On the podium was the form of their simple but effective death waiting for them. Three steel rods, three inches thick stood ominously. The were easily eight feet long with sharp tips at the end. Behind each one was a podium with a standing pad through which the top of the rod emerged about four feet. It was this drop door that would open and drop the victim on the rod, impaling them to death. Not the easiest of deaths I had seen this week. As it approached five minutes, it was clear that the third girl hadn't arrived yet. The chief administrator wasted no time and looked at me and my co alternate, a nice girl named Kelly, and requested one of us to come forward for execution. I felt my heart fall sharply and begin to beat in a crisp tympani. I got up with faux enthusiasm and went near the steps of the podium and began to undress with the others. I found myself looking around to see if someone was coming. As usual, there were a small smattering of students who were on their way to their first period class who would stop and watch the executions. Suddenly, I felt very vulnerable as I removed my underwear leaving me naked in the morning cool. Each of us were had our hands restrained behind us and were led up the podium to the gallows where a steel shaft waited for each of us. The enthusiastic black girl went first followed by the impish girl and then me. Each of us were asked to stand next to the steps to the podium, so steep they were almost like a ladder and I was thankful there were handrails. When I first thought about morning executions when I first arrived, I somehow had an idea that each personal declaration was to be a loud, purposeful example to the observing students. However, it was usually a very simple affair that usually was missed by those watching. As I kept looking around the commons, I heard the little electronic alarm on one of the administrator's phones, indicating it was 8AM and time for us to be put to death. The black girl was still smiling... not beaming as before... but still completely in consent with her death. I could hear their quiet voices, the woman who was going to execute her talking calmly. "Do you come here of your own free will?" Yes, ma'am," came the black girl's instant response. "Do you consent to my putting you to death?" "I do, ma'am" "Then with your permission, I will impale you on this rod where you will remain until you are dead." "You certainly have my permission, ma'am." The woman nodded and stepped aside letting the black girl climb up ahead of her. While she was ascending, I pondered the fact that I had never made love to a black man, something I had always wanted to do. Her dark, rich almost oil brown skin brought the thought to my head and the thought of a thick dark shaft invading my tiny white body had always thrilled my fantasy life. Of course, this led to an avalanche of 11th hour regrets. I had never owned a cat. I had never eaten female meat. Wasn't afraid to. Just never got the occasion to. I had never gone hunting into the outer provinces and shot a feral girl. I had never attended a Feast Day. I had never fallen in love. I would never be married. I loved running and fancied being a competition runner if I survived school, which wasn't likely anyway. The small girl was now fully sobbing trying despite herself to calm down. Before the administrator followed the black girl up she caught my eye and made a gesture. I sighed and walked to the second podium. "Go stand there," I said softly. She acted like she was delivered. I caught her by the arm and spoke firmly. "Get a hold of yourself. Die with dignity." She shook her head but her pained anxious face told me that she wasn't capable of it. I watched my black predecessor stand patiently as the administrator climbed up. She quickly tied the black girl's hands behind her and took her by the elbow and pulled her to the front of the pad and the ominously sharp point of the impalement rod. The black girl looked down almost in curiosity as the administrator leaned forward and guided the girl until her vaginal opening was directly over the steel. She had to stand on her tip toes and when carefully returned to standing flat footed, about an inch of the tip disappeared inside her. The administrator said something lightly to the girl with a small smile and the black girl nodded vigorously with a genuine rich smile. She turned her head to look my direction but the trap floor opened and her face turned to sheer surprise as her weight fell onto the metal spear. "AAAAAUUUUUGHGGHGHGH!" The black girl's growling cry was spontaneous and in no way not consensual. It was just the sheer pain of the tip tearing through her body. She kicked and cried out a couple of times, sinking a little more each time. Then her body seemed to sink one last time and she sank down a full foot. Her head sank peacefully to the side as the bloody tip just barely emerged between her collarbone. Her feet began the familiar twitching associated with sudden death. The administrator was already climbing down now to kill me. It was three minutes passed eight. As the woman came close, I felt a swell of pity for the poor girl that I was dying instead of. She would still die, but now she would be destroyed and not converted and the punishment phase of the process would include a very long stretch of painful torture. This was the law... not only for the school... but of all the province. I didn't want to feel this length of steel tearing my pussy apart but it would be relatively quick compared to the days of agony that the girl was going to have to suffer for non compliance. "Do you come here of your own free will?" She asked the question routinely as she was looking down at the dial on her phone to see what time it is. "Yes, ma'am, I do." I really didn't but it was really like being caught in rapids. "Do you consent to my putting you to death?" "Yes ma'am, I do." "Then with you permission I will impale you until you are dead." "You have my permission, ma'am." The exchange was so simple and mechanical. Both of us were playing our roles. I could tell that she wasn't pleased that I had to die. It was easy to see that she liked her work when those being killed easily accepted their death as they should. Not only did one no show, but the girl after me was definitely going to challenge her patience. I climbed up and stood behind the fearsome metal spear that thrust out of the false floor. On top, one could see that there was a long opening on one side that allowed the trap door to fall away under me. The administrator was right behind me. I wouldn't have said we were friends, but as I have been here every morning this week, we have been able to visit. She was not young and I imagined that she herself was closing in on her own death by Resolution. Still she was a handsome woman, full bosom, that was well hidden by her uniform, knowing green eyes, a mouth that emoted through little movement, and an open yet unnaive nature. I knew she was a lesbian because her and one of the male administrators were commenting on the specific beauty of one particular student passing. It wasn't lecherous but she clearly appreciated what she saw. How did she see me now that I was naked, and feeling suddenly homely. I felt her hands, warm and without the gloves she normally wore, gather my wrists together and tie them with skillful quickness, before those same hands gently nudged me forward to straddle the instrument of my death. I carefully tip-toed forward feeling the steel brush between the cheeks of my bottom before I felt centered above the shaft. "Right there, ma'am," I cooperatively shared. "Okay, lower yourself down." I obeyed and let myself off of the balls of my feet. I sucked in and winced sharply. It was much thicker than I imagined and it filled my whole pussy up and I thought I could feel the tip pressing into me. I couldn't help but make a pained face. I didn't want to but it was stretching me out so far, that I considered rising back onto my feet. "Sorry, sweetie. You're a good girl." There was real regret in her voice but she didn't let me bask in it as she turned to release the trap door. "WAIT! WAIT! DON'T! NOT YET!" We looked up and sprinting across the wet grass with uncommon speed was a short haired red head, wearing a robe and nothing else. It kept flying open because she was running so hard. "Sorry! Sorry! I'm so sorry! Please, please don't kill her." The administrator walked to the back of the podium and looked down where the red head now looked up hopefully, panting. The administrator's voice was even but I could tell having spoken with her many times that there was a spot of small pleasure in it. "Young lady," she said calmly. "You're very late and this girl is now ready to die in your place." "Ma'am, while I am sure that girl would be more than glad to die today, the fact is, that my day is going to be completely ruined if I don't find myself gored on that steel." I could tell she was reading the Administrator's facial expression which I couldn't see. "Ma'am, I swear to God, our dorm received random discipline and I had to wait to get paddled. They would not let me go." There were no words spoken but I felt the hand restraints cut off of me. "Lift yourself off, carefully." The Administrator said with a more jovial tone. I unmounted the point and couldn't help but feel slightly, strangely vacant. I was not only becoming accustomed to having the huge steel inside me, but I was also finally coming to embrace the death it signified. I carefully climbed down back into the grass, and watched her eagerly ascend behind me. It was so fast. I could barely hear them exchange the declarations. Twenty seconds later, the familiar sound of the trap opening came and then the red heads strained voice, not screaming but issuing her bodies reactions. "UUUHHH!... UUUHHH!...oh God....ah...uh...." I walked around and looked up and saw her alabaster naked body writhing and struggling, the shaft disappearing not into her pussy but into her reluctant rectum. Still the more narrow and muscular passage didn't slow her descent onto the steel. Every motion seemed to drop her inch by inch until she just sighed loudly and fell completely silent. I wondered what I would have looked like on that second pike, dancing helplessly on the tip of the shaft for all to see. Then came the nervous girl. I was pulling on my jeans when I heard her loudly crying which caused a murmur among the few passersby who remained because they didn't have class to attend. I could tell that these people were like me. Perhaps we didn't want to die but who would go through the humiliation and the agony of not submitting to it. I knew where public punishments were conducted and I deliberately stayed away from it because the sounds of torture coming from their made morning executions not only palatable but welcomed. I had my uniform skirt and bra on and tried not to watch as the Administrator gave the crying girl several whacks with her crop which only caused the girls to shamelessly cry out. "Please... OH GOD...please don't kill me!" It became a very official event as two uniformed Disciplinarians showed up and cuffed the girl and led her away crying. The girl had no idea how horrible the last 48 hours of her life were going to be. Death will be welcomed for sure by then. Then I realized what that meant. The second alternate without hesitation started to walk over to the empty podium, unbuttoning her uniform vest. "No," I said automatically. I did not love my life so much as to shrink from death. It was still my role as first alternate to die in the wormy place. "Are you sure?" My second alternate's voice was completely sincere and devout. "I don't mind." I just shook my head. "I'm still alive; I'm still First alternate." I peeled out of my clothes. "Will you take care of my stuff?" I didn't wait for her to respond because I was already naked and at the podium. The administrator looked down on me with appreciation. "Wish I had gotten to get know you." I smiled ironically even for my own sake. "In this, you probably know me better than most." She chuckled and patted my bare bottom as I started climbing up. We didn't recite the declarations again. They were done. I sat back down on this new cold steel. This time is seemed to fit inside me like a glove. I felt her hands softly go through my hair before she turns away from me. "Good bye sweetie," she said softly as she releases the door. "Good bye, ma'am," I responded as my pussy exploded pain. I concentrated. Instead, I relax and feel the steel move through me more deliberately. It hurts and I am about to cry out in agony, but the tip bursts through my diaphragm and I can't get the breath to make the sound. I am still sinking and thrashing in panic. When I move it cause the shaft to go through my throat. I am still alive but I am unable do breath. Ironically, I am going to suffocate. My body is settling and the steel is in my mouth but I am turned the wrong way and the tip pierces my cheek. I taste the copper of blood though I can make no breaths. My lungs are burning. I feel something on the inside of my thigh and then warm fluid between my legs. My femoral artery has been cut and my essence is being ushered out of my body. My death is more sudden now and relaxed as my blood ebbs and the bright light increases until I can no longer see the onlookers who watched me die.