"Stories / The First" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/tzwVrcBQ Created on: Thursday 4th of August 2016 10:08:57 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:29:54 AM UTC Stories / The First « on: April 12, 2016, 05:13:21 pm » In this brief vignette, a girl is the first to arrive at an execution clinic. It has nudity, implied impalement and long drop hanging. It is unearthly quiet. Even though I have been prepared for this for over a month, I am still afraid. I am alone. I expected to be waiting lines to be executed. There were only a few girls who came in for execution to support the population adjustment in our neighborhood. Compliantly, we made arrangements at the local conversion clinic. Different than just going to processing where you go straight to butchering, here you received a more, seemingly humane, execution before you are taken to be butchered. I thought I would be waiting but my paperwork went through so fast. I tearfully kissed Doug goodbye, crying even though I promised him I would be strong especially after he worked so hard an fucking me so sweetly all night. I stood at the desk and removed all of my jewelry and then took off my belt shoes and socks. As soon as my bare feet were on the cold floor, what was happening to me became suddenly and terribly real to me. It wasn't that I wanted to be a non-consent, and I worked hard at not showing my emotions. It was just that in everything you think that you have so much time. When I received the goldenrod notice at my door, special delivery, it felt like the 90 day deadline was still so far away. Doug got an early appointment and those ninety days were shrunk to 60. Those went by so fast that I can scarcely take stock of them. Even going to be with Doug and know he was going to spend the whole night inside my pussy, ass and mouth, seemd like a long, wonderful crescendo to my life. Now, the next morning, I was being walked barefoot to the death chambers in the clinic. The attendant had me stand next to the door. My hands were restrained though I had no intention of fleeing. I stood there inpatiently, breathing deeply so that I wouldn't hyperventilate. Foolish since I was about to be hanged and breathing was going to be denied me. I actually felt myself smile slightly. I was afraid of dying. I would be good and die like I was required, but I was afraid nonetheless. The second girl to be killed this morning arrived and was made to stand at the door across from mine. She was barefoot and wearing a dress, her hands restrained. She was short and round... too round to be hung... and had flowing curly blond hair. She politely thanked the attendant who brought her smiling incongruously bright. She looked at me and my obviously disconcerted expression. Her face seemed to diminish slightly with her realization of my discomfort. Still, she perked right back up when our executioners arrived simultaneously. She looked at the tall man who was going to kill her carrying a long pike that I am sure was intended to impale her with. When he arrived and introduced himself, she veritably beamed at him as he led her inside. Simultaneously, a woman in her late thirties, with a warm patient motherly demeanor came in. She surveyed me from afar and touched my shoulder gently when she was alongside me. "Hello," she said softly. "My name is Lynn and I will be converting you. Let's go inside please." "Thank you," was all I could manage mechanically. She had me by the elbow and she led me in. The death chamber was simple and bare. It was barely six feet by 12 feet. In the center of the room the noose hung from the ceiling disappearing into the roof. On the floor, immediately upon entry, there were yellow foot prints. Without being told, I stood directly in them. "Thank you," the woman said as she stepped behind me snapping off my wrist restraints. Then when she took my free arm by the elbow, I followed the arrows from the feet. The took two steps and then turned 45 degrees to the left to a second set of foot prints which I again filled with my bare feet. Without asking the woman reached down and undid the fasten of my jeans. Kneeling she pulled both the denim pants and my panties down in a single awkward motion. My breathing began to shallow because everything in my flesh said that I didn't want to die now. I was still so young and had so much life and joy and pleasure to feel. Still, like a well conditioned girl, I stepped out of the jeans, which the woman spent a moment to fold neatly. Then she came around in front of me and unbuttoned my simple plaid shirt, which slipped off like an autumn leaf. The she got behind me and loosed my small breasts when she pulled my bra away. A moment later I felt her hands going through my hair, pulling it taunt and then folding it up off of my neck. Now I was naked and ready to be killed. That realization, though I was now completely resolved to submit to it, caused me to start sobbing softly. I offered absolutely no resistance, and cogently couldn't explain the emotional outburst. The woman led me forward to the last set of feet on the floor, directly beneath the noose. It was not a rope but a metal cord noose that had a hand tightening bolt on the side of the loop to tightening. I took my place in the footprints and instantaneously the noose was around my neck. I closed my eyes apologizing for my quiet sobbing. She paused from tightening the noose to pat my naked bottom with encouragement. "You're doing fine, sweet girl," she said as she brought the noose to tightness. Then she pulled my hands back behind me without any resistance. My heart slammed and I was literally becoming so dizzy I thought I would faint. With my hands tied behind me, she stepped back and out of my view. I heard her say 'goodbye' but all I really heard was the sound of a button being pressed and the mechanical click of the trap door I didn't ever notice opening beneath me. I fell. I didn't expect this. I was expecting to suffocate. But the fall was both terrifying and a relief. The fall seemed short but I knew what was going to happen. In that millisecond, I heard a scream off in the distance... the sweet blond girl crying out as she was being impaled to death. As the image of her was filling my head, there was a terrible crack and my mind explodes with the severing of my spine just below my head.