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Open Day

(Members of the public enjoy a very special visit to a girls’ prison)

Sophie and Chloe were woken to the sound of the klaxon at seven every morning.  They quickly showered, soaping each other’s beautiful bodies then dried and styled each other’s hair  they then took it in turns to inspect each other’s bodies for hair; underarms, legs and pubic mounds which they examined using each other’s tongues.  Their routine ended with them putting on their stockings and high heels and waiting for the cell door to be unlocked by a guard.

Chloe had always been in awe at how beautiful Sophie was.  Her previous cell mate, Louise had been pretty, yes, but Sophie had been a model before her conviction and to Chloe it wasn’t hard to see why.

Sophie was nineteen and stood five feet eleven inches high in her heels.  She had naturally blonde hair and ice blue eyes.  Her body was slim and well toned with large, but not oversized tits which had small perfectly circular nipples which came to a hard point when she was turned on.  Her legs were long and smooth and were perfectly shaped.  They looked beautiful in the sheer stockings and white high heels which comprised the prisoner’s uniform.  Between her legs her cunt was a perfectly symmetrical pink slit which nearly always glistened with its sweet juices making it look as though she were permanently aroused.  Chloe loved the taste of Sophie's cunt and was always saying that she could happily live on Sophie's girl-cum.

Sophie had been Chloe's cell mate for nearly two months after Louise had been executed. 

Chloe and Sophie fell in love almost instantly and since that moment had taken every opportunity to love and enjoy each other’s bodies to the fullest. 

Chloe was seventeen and stood two inches shorter than Sophie.  She had short dark brown, almost black, hair and large hazel brown eyes.  Her mouth was small and sensual and the male guards took great delight in forcing their hard cocks into it whenever they pleased, which was very often.

Chloe's tits were not as big as Sophie's but were in proportion to her body.  She also had small nipples which were considered ‘cute’ by inmates and guards alike.  Chloe's legs were long and smooth and her cunt was every bit as beautiful as Sophie's.

The two girls stood for a few minutes before they heard the sound of a key going into the lock on the other side of the cell door.  The door was opened by an attractive young female guard who hurriedly ushered them out of the cell.

Outside the cell in the corridor stood four other prisoners attired in the same white heels and sheer smooth stockings as Chloe and Sophie were. 

Chloe and Sophie knew the other girls well as they all worked together in the Execution Chamber. Their job was to prepare the body parts of girls as they were being executed for display in the public galleries or for sale to collectors of what had become known as ‘double E-art’ or to give it its full title, Exotic Erotic Art, which literally meant that they collected beautiful girls’ body parts.

The other girls were standing two by two.  At the front were Marie and Nikki.  Marie had beautiful auburn hair and deep green eyes.  She was the same height as Sophie but had a slightly thinner body and very small tits of which she was very conscientious.  Nikki was brunette, five foot eight inches but always looked taller due to her relatively small upper body in relation to her long slender legs.  She had good prominent firm tits of which she was very proud and Marie was secretly jealous.  Although the two were lovers, Marie really wanted to witness Nikki's execution so she could watch her tits get cut off, something which to her own private jealously, she knew she would not have to suffer when came the time of her own execution.

Behind Marie and Nikki stood Debbie and Zara.  Debbie was a petite five foot four inch sixteen year old with good firm tits which although small in comparison to Nikki and Sophie's, were a good proportionate size in relation to Debbie's slight build.  Everything about Debbie just made her look cute, especially her brown eyes which gave the impression that she was going to burst into tears at any moment and her tiny cunt which the prison staff loved to violate just to see what sized objects would fit inside it.  Zara was blonde, although unlike Sophie, she was not a natural blonde as her brown eyes betrayed.  She was five foot eight inches and had massive tits which despite their size were firm and subtle and didn’t sag like so many other girls’ tits that size would have done. 

Sophie and Chloe joined the assembly as the guard gave the order to begin to follow her which they immediately did.  They were led along the corridor to a turning which displayed a sign reading ‘EXECUTIONS’.  The guard stopped them at this turning and turned to them speaking excitedly.  “You’ll not be going to work in the Execution chamber today.”  Said the guard.  “The Governor’s got something else planned.”  Her voice had the definite edge of somebody desperate to reveal a great secret.  The girls’ expressions were a mixture of confusion and worry.

Instead of the Execution Chamber the guard led the girls to the prison’s main hall.

Inside the vast hall prisoners were being shackled to the walls.

“What’s going on?”  Chloe whispered, although not softly enough because the guard responded.

“You’ll find out soon enough.”  She snapped.  “Now move!  I’ve just seen a nice spot for all of you.”

The girls were too frightened to do anything but follow the guard to a section of the wall where about a dozen vacant sets of shackles were waiting to be filled.  The guard then called over a male colleague who began to help her secure the girls to the wall starting with Chloe.

Nikki was shackled beside Chloe, followed by Debbie then Zara and finally Marie.  To the further confusion of the prisoners, Sophie was not placed on the wall but was led away with the guard saying that the Governor had other plans for her. 

As she was led away, Sophie shaped the words “I love you” with her mouth to Chloe.  Chloe just stared as a terrifying feeling came over her that she would never see Sophie again.  She began to cry.

Over the next hour and a half more and more girls were brought into the hall and shackled to the walls until eventually no set of restraints remained unoccupied.

In the middle of the floor long tables had been set out and covered with large sheets but it was obvious to anybody looking at them that there were items of various shapes and sizes lying beneath the sheets. 

“What are they going to do to us?”  Asked Nikki in a panicked voice.  “Why have we been brought here? And why have we been chained up like this?”  Her voice was getting increasingly hurried and anxious.

Chloe continued to sob loudly, “They’re going to kill us.”  She said, “I just know it.”

“They might not.”  Said Nikki trying to get the panic in her voice under control.  “They might just want to do things with us, you know? Like fuck us or make us please them.”

“They can fuck us anytime they want.”  Snapped Chloe.  “And they don’t have to chain us to the walls to do it.  And why are there girls in black stockings here?”  She added. 

They other girls looked around the hall.  There were indeed girls in black stockings shackled to the walls.  Only girls whose executions were imminent wore black stockings.  On a normal day they would already have been taken to the Execution Chamber where the Executioner would begin his day’s work by securing the condemned girl onto a table called a saw-rack.  He would then proceed to slowly torture the girl by cutting off her nipples or tits.  Sometimes he would cut out her cunt as well.  Executions always ended with the girl’s legs being sawed off while she was still alive and screaming in horrific agony.  Some girls lived through the entire process.

After several minutes the prison Governor stood and addressed prisoners and staff alike.

“Good morning.”  He began excitedly, “In order to reduce overcrowding it has been decided that an open day is to be held at this prison today.”

What the fuck’s an open day?  Chloe thought to herself and dreaded the answer, whatever it was; it couldn’t be good for the prisoners.

“To that end,” continued the Governor “in a few minutes the doors will be opened to the public who will have the exciting opportunity to experience first hand the thrill of carrying out an execution in what ever way takes their fancy.”  Some of the girls began to cry and sob loudly, others protested, “No, please!”  Some simply screamed in terror. 

“By the end of this day,” Said the Governor finishing his announcement, “You will all have been executed and considerable space will have been made in this facility. Make sure that you extent every pleasure your executioners demand of you otherwise I can arrange for the arrests and executions of your female friends and relatives within the next twenty four hours.”

The hall was filled with the helpless girl’s screams of terror as the minutes ticked away to the beginning Of Open Day.

*        *        *

The doors were opened at exactly nine am and a mass of people both male and female filed into the hall and were greeted by the Governor and guards who were wishing everybody an enjoyable visit.

The girls were screaming as the hall began to fill with eager people wanting to indulge their deepest darkest no hold barred fantasies.

“They can’t do this.”  Sobbed Zara. “My execution order hasn’t come through yet!”  Panic rose in her voice. “THIS IS ILLEGAL!” she screamed pulling futilely at her shackles.

“The Governor.”  Sobbed Marie, “He can order summary executions whenever he wants to.  He must have done it for half the prison.” 

One female guard greeted a group of teenagers and suggested that after their visit they might consider a career with the Office of Female Correction.  “You’ll never go without sex.”  She said concluding her sales pitch to the male members of the group.  Their girlfriends weren’t too happy about that last remark but didn’t dare protest.

The sheets covering the tables in the middle of the floor were removed to reveal a wide variety of torture instruments as well as some rather common DIY tools which, with a little applied imagination could be used to cause the most horrendous pain imaginable.

People began to scrutinise the girls chained helplessly to the walls.  Some took their time in the selection of their victims whereas others seemed to know instantly which girl they wanted as was proven when one man walked straight up to a crying girl in black stockings and asked a male guard for her to be taken to a private cell. “Love at first sight, eh?”  Asked the guard with a laugh as he unlocked the girl’s shackles and then using a zip cord, bound her hands behind her back.  The girl was dragged screaming from the hall to her painful demise.

It didn’t take long for the visitors to make their way around to where Chloe and the others were chained. 

A young couple, both about nineteen approached.

The man took an instant liking to Chloe and immediately began to finger her wet cunt.  Chloe gave a sharp cry as his rough finger invaded her soft quivering body.  He twisted it around then withdrew it.  His finger glistened with Chloe's juices and he licked it hungrily.  “This one tastes nice.”  He said to his girlfriend offering her his finger which she then licked.  She had been doing the same to Nikki.

“I like this one.”  She said to the man indicating Nikki.  The man looked disappointed and kept his gaze on Chloe hoping to change her mind.

“It’s my birthday.”  Said the girl, “I should get to choose.  I want to kill this one.”  She said not taking her eyes off Nikki.  The man grudgingly relented.

Nikki burst into tears, “No!  Please! Please! I don’t want to die. Please.” 

The girl laughed. “But that’s what you’re here for.”  She said haughtily, while her boyfriend called over a guard to unlock Nikki from the wall.

“Would you like a private execution room?”  Asked the male guard.

“Yes.”  Answered the girl politely. “Yes we would. Thank you.”  The guard freed Nikki from the shackles then bound her wrists behind her back. 

“This way.”  Said the guard and the girl fell into step behind him followed by the man who had picked up Nikki's slight body.  Nikki continued to scream in protest much to the amusement of the guard, the girl and her boyfriend.

The girls could only look in horror as Nikki was carried out of the hall to her death.  Tears spilled down the girls’ faces as they realised that their times would soon come.

Only seconds after Nikki disappeared from the girls’ sight, they were approached by two identical blonde haired sisters who walked towards them holding each other’s hands.

*        *        *

The guard led the man and the girl to a cell.  He explained that nearby cells were being used as fantasy rooms for people who wished to execute a girl in a particular way.  The cell was outfitted with a saw-rack and a small table with a variety of tools and other cruel instruments lain upon it.  They included a saw, a sharp knife and a metal spike with a cruel sharp point about eighteen inches long.

The girl was inspecting the tools and smiled happily.  “Oh, this will be perfect.”  She said to the guard and thanked him before he turned to leave them to their indulgences with Nikki.

The man set Nikki down on the rough stone ground and made her kneel before him.  The girl then grabbed Nikki's hair and pulled her head back making her scream.  “Suck his cock, bitch!”  She snarled. “And make it good.”  She turned to her boyfriend. “I’ll be outside for a minute.”  She said, “Enjoy her.”

As the girl left the cell the man unzipped his jeans and took out his hard cock.  “You heard the birthday girl.”  He said to Nikki.  “Suck me off and swallow!”  Nikki was too frightened to do anything other than obey. 

The man guided his hard cock into Nikki's quivering mouth and began to moan as she tried her utmost to please him by sucking and licking and tasting his manhood.  The man’s moans intensified as he felt an orgasm fast approach.  He emptied his hot thick white cum into Nikki's warm wet mouth.

Nikki sucked as hard as she could as the man’s throbbing cock exploded its hot cum inside her mouth.  Gout after gout of hot thick cum burst forth from the raw end of his cock into Nikki’s mouth and down her throat.  Even when the man had finished cumming Nikki didn’t dare make to pull away.

Suddenly the cell door flew open and the girl stormed in.  “What the fuck’s going on here?”  She screamed.  She grabbed Nikki's hair hard. “That‘s my boyfriend’s cock your sucking, bitch!” She yelled furiously. “Who the fuck is she?” screamed the girl in mock fury to her boyfriend. “Some little whore you picked up in a bar?  Well we all know how to deal with dirty little whores like her, don’t we?”

The man smiled realising the girl’s fantasy and pulled his cock out of Nikki's mouth.  It was still impressively hard.

The girl took the knife off the table and cut the zip-cord binding Nikki's wrists.

“Get her on the rack.”  Said the girl holding Nikki's wrists.  The man grabbed Nikki by her ankles which felt extra smooth through the sheer silky nylon of her stockings.

Between them they lifted Nikki onto the rack where they bound her wrists and ankles into the spread-eagled position.

Nikki lay helpless with her arms and legs wide apart.  She continued to scream as the girl, brandishing the knife, stood astride Nikki's face forcing her cunt to Nikki's mouth.  The man stood between Nikki's outstretched legs facing the girl astride Nikki's face and forced his still erect cock up into her wet open cunt.  Nikki gave a louder scream at the rough and careless penetration whilst the girl began to grind her cunt in Nikki's mouth.  “Stick your tongue up me, bitch!”  Shouted the girl. “Right up me!”

The girl moaned as Nikki, terrified, complied with her demand. “That’s it, you little whore!”  Moaned the girl. “Oh, yes! Deeper! Deeper! DEEPER!”  The girl screamed in ecstasy.

The girl’s sweet tangy juices ran out of her cunt and into Nikki's mouth.  Under different circumstances Nikki might have enjoyed what was being done to her: A hard cock between her legs and the taste of a beautiful girl’s cunt in her mouth, but her fear kept any possible euphoric sensations at bay.

The girl continued grinding her dripping wet cunt on Nikki's soft tongue and with her free hand squeezed one of Nikki's tender nipples between her thumb and forefinger.  Pain shot through Nikki's helpless tit and she jerked violently then bit down on the girl’s swollen throbbing clitoris.  The girl screamed at the pain of being bit, secretly enjoying it.  “BITCH!”  Screamed the girl. “You fucking bitch!  You bit me!  You bit me!”  The girl held the curved blade of the knife under the nipple she was squeezing.  “You’ll pay for that, bitch!”  She shouted as she drew the cruel blade toward herself, slicing the hard tip off Nikki's helpless tortured nipple.

Nikki's screams intensified tenfold as she felt the pain of the end of her nipple being taken by the knife’s merciless blade. 

The girl laughed as she finally climaxed into Nikki's mouth.  Her girl cum was thick and hot.  Most of it dropped into Nikki's mouth and she struggled to swallow the beautiful girl’s juice some spattered onto her face.

The girl stopped moaning as her cunt squeezed out the last of its sweet cum and she took hold of Nikki's other nipple.  Again she sliced the tiny tip off the swollen red bud of flesh causing Nikki to scream yet again. 

The man laughed at his girlfriend’s cruel handiwork as he emptied his load of hot cum into Nikki's cunt.

Nikki was too engulfed in pain to feel the throbbing cock shoot its hot discharge inside her, nor did she feel the hot cum burning its way further up her most intimate channel.

The girl meanwhile had grabbed one of Nikki's tits and upon an approving nod from the man began to slice off the mound of firm subtle flesh. 

Nikki's world was composed entirely of pain.  She screamed as the knife left continued to slice off her helpless tit.  The searing hot pain was almost too much for her to bear and Nikki felt herself beginning to pass out.  A new wave of pain prevented her from losing consciousness as the knife’s blade got further and further through her flesh until finally her tit was cleanly severed.  The girl discarded Nikki's tit and it dropped to the ground with a sickly squelch.  She then proceeded to carve Nikki's one remaining tit from her body.  Nikki screamed throughout the entire process.  The girl unstraddled herself from Nikki's face and took a moment to savour her look of pain and despair.

The man withdrew his cock from Nikki's stinging raw cunt leaving her lying helplessly in her world of pain.  The girl walked to where the man had just stood between Nikki's legs.  She was still holding the knife.  “Get the spike.”  She said to the man.  He walked over to the table and lifted the metal spike and brought it to his lover’s side. 

“P-please!”   Nikki screamed hysterically. “Please no more. Please!”  The girl laughed. 

“But I’ve got more things I want to do to you.”  She said cruelly. “Now hold still.”  The girl steadied Nikki's cunt with her free hand and then with the knife began to cut around it.  The same searing pain of her tits being cut off now attacked between Nikki's helplessly outstretched sexy legs.  Nikki's body convulsed in agonised spasms as the girl finished cutting around her helpless cunt then pulled the small handful of bloodied flesh away from her body.

Blood spurted out of the gaping wound between Nikki's legs. 

Nikki wanted the pain to end, she wanted it to be over, and she wanted to die quickly. 

“Impale her.”  Said the girl to the man as she stepped aside and allowed him to take her place.

The man began to push the spike into the wound where Nikki's cunt had been only moments before.  Nikki gave one final scream as she felt the cold metal spike being inserted into her body. 

The man pushed harder and harder as the further in he pushed the more resistance he encountered.  The spike moved up the inside if Nikki's ruined body perforation her innards as it went. 

Nikki stopped screaming. As she began to cough and gurgle blood her vision began to darken.  The sound of the man and the girl were becoming more and fainter. 

“I’ve always wanted to do that.”  She thought she could hear the girl saying.

“I should cheat on you more often.”  The man said and they both laughed and began to make love.  Nikki heard the sounds of their pleasured moans fade as darkness took her and she knew nothing more.

*        *        *

In the main hall of the prison the sound of tortured girls’ screams rang out as more and more people played executioner for the day.

The blonde twins looked at the girls shackled to the wall and giggled childishly.  One of them walked up to Debbie and fingered her tight little cunt.

“Oh!”  Said the girl to her sister, “Her little pussy’s so cute!  I want it! I want it! I want it!”  And with that she knelt down in front of Debbie and began to lick out her small wet cunt.

“Leave her alone, you fucking dyke slut!” screamed Zara.  The other twin walked up to Zara and squeezed her nipples hard until she screamed in pain.

“Don’t you call my sister a dyke or a slut you fucking little whore!  She’s not the one chained to a wall letting everybody do whatever they like to her, is she?”  The twin pulled Zara's nipples even harder, making her cry out in pain, before letting her go.

Meanwhile, Debbie hadn’t been able to prevent herself from orgasming in the other twin’s mouth.  The girl hungrily licked up Debbie's potent cum. Then stood up and hugged her sister.  “She tastes nice too.”  She said and they kissed each other passionately, the other sister getting a secondary taste of Debbie's juices as well as her sister’s mouth.

“Find me something to kill her with.”  Said the first sister.  “I want to cut out her cute little pussy.”  They kissed again and the other sister walked towards the tables and returned a few minutes later with a small power drill, which in place of the regular drill-bit had been fitted with a circle cutter, and spring loaded telescopic bar with leather straps at either end.  “To hold her legs apart?”  She suggested to her sister.

“Total genius!”  Said the other. “You’re so clever!”  Her sister kissed once again, grateful for the compliment.

Debbie screamed at the sight of the drill and her cunt throbbed uncontrollably at the thought of the drill’s cruel attachment mercilessly cutting it out.  She came again and the first sister knelt back down and again licked it up.

“Let’s get this on her.”  Said the second twin as she knelt beside her sister and each began to restrain Debbie's ankles.

With the leather straps tightened around her ankles, Debbie's legs were forced as painfully wide apart as possible by the tension of the restraining bar’s springs.  The first twin then picked up the drill.

“No!” Screamed Debbie “Please! I don’t want to die!”

“But I want your pussy.”  Said the twin holding the drill to Debbie's helpless little cunt.  “I promise I’ll take good care of it.  I’ll embalm it and play with it every day.”

“Nooooo!”  Debbie screamed even louder as the twin activated the drill.  Debbie's body went into shocking convulsions as the drill bore into her body.  It lasted only seconds but the pain was immeasurable.  Debbie could only scream.  At that precise moment she screamed louder than any other girl in the hall.

The twin stopped the drill and then gave the bloody mass between Debbie's legs a sharp tug.  Her cunt came away in the girl’s hand.

“You bitch!” Debbie screamed.  “That’s mine!” she screamed hysterically. “Give me my cunt back! I want my cunt back! I want my cunt back!”  She screamed over and over.  The twins laughed and kissed each other passionately.  “Let’s cut off her tits.”  Said the second twin holding out two knives.  Her sister took one and they both turned back to Debbie.

Each twin took a tit as Debbie continued her hysterical and nonsensical screaming.

“Race you?”  Asked the twin holding Debbie's right tit.

“Okay.”  Said the other laughing.

“On your marks,” said the twin on the right.

“Get set,” said the one on Debbie's left.

“GO!” they said in unison and began to cut frantically through the Debbie's soft tit flesh. 

Debbie felt the pain lessen and her vision darken but remained conscious long enough to see that the twin on her right had finished cutting a split second ahead of her sister.

“I win!”  She shouted and jumped up and down.

“Bitch!”  Said her sister playfully, “I wanted to win!”

They turned away hand in hand carrying their new ‘toys’ in a clear plastic bag and laughing with the ‘winner’ telling her sister that her forfeit was that she had to lick her sister’s pussy for the rest of the day.

“Debbie?”  Sobbed Zara as she looked at the girl’s ruined body now hanging limp in her shackles. “Debbie? Debbie!”  Zara's sobs became floods of tears as she realised Debbie would never answer again.

“I’ll kill those bitches!” Chloe muttered through her own tears as she stared after the twins.  “I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!”  She shouted after them but they either ignored her or didn’t hear her through all the screaming.

Marie had remained silent.  She stared in shock at Debbie's body unable to speak, scream or even cry.

*        *        *

A man approached Zara and roughly groped her tits and fingered her cunt.  She cried as his rough finger entered her and he twisted it cruelly.   Zara gave a cry of pain as her sensitive cunt continued to be violated.

The man withdrew his finger and called over a guard.

“Seen something you like?”  Asked the guard as though the man were ordering from a menu.

“I’d like this one.”  Said the man indicating Zara.  “And do you have a chopping block?”  He added.

“We have just the thing.”  Said the guard unlocking Zara's manacles.  Zara screamed in protest as her hands were bound behind her back.

“If you’ll follow me.”  Said the guard as led the way out of the hall.  The man picked up Zara and followed.

“No!” Zara screamed as the man carried her kicking and screaming out of the hall.

Chloe and Marie were screaming Zara's name as she disappeared from sight.

The cell was small and had a four foot high wooden block in the middle of the floor.  It was stained with fresh dark blood indicating that it had been used recently.

The man set Zara down on the floor.

“I hope this is satisfactory?” said the guard.

“This will be perfect.”  Answered the man as he inspected a small table with a large meat cleaver, a small hammer and about six ten inch nails laid upon it.

The man turned to where Zara knelt on the rough stone floor. “Suck my cock.”  He ordered her coarsely.

Zara looked at him with pleading eyes.  “Please!”  She begged, “Please don’t make me!”  Her tears flowed freely as the man grabbed her by her hair and pulled her face to his groin.  He unzipped his pants and took out his impressively sized cock.  “Suck my cock or something even worse will happen to you.”

Terrified, Zara took the length of hard flesh into her quivering mouth.  Under different circumstances she would have enjoyed what was being done to her.  She began to entertain the vain notion as all condemned girls did, that if she pleased her executioner he would take pity on her and spare her life.  In truth, the better the orgasm a condemned girl gave an executioner the more powerful he felt and the more determined he would be to make her death as slow and painful as possible:  When it came down to it, women were pathetic and good for only two things: Fucking and killing.

Zara felt the man’s ejaculation coming on and braced herself to swallow his discharge.  It came out in a thick hot torrent as his cock throbbed furiously pumping more and more of his potent seed into Zara's helpless mouth. 

Zara gagged as she tried to swallow all of the cum which was now in danger of overflowing in her mouth.  The man finally pulled his cock out of her mouth and she managed to swallow the remnants of cum still in her mouth.  Zara fell forward coughing and crying at her violation. While all the time the guard stood watching, clearly highly entertained.

At the man’s request the guard helped to secure Zara to the block by kneeling her in front of it and tying her wrists with straps which had been fitted to the sides of the block so that she appeared to hug it.  Her tits lay on top of the block in shallow furrows which had been carved out of the block for this very purpose.

Zara screamed helplessly as the guard left bidding the man to enjoy himself.

“Please!” Sobbed Zara, “Please don’t hurt me!  I’ll do anything you want, anything!”

“Just keep begging like that.”  Said the man.  “I love hearing sexy girls beg and scream.”  He continued, “It turns me on.  You do want to turn me on, don’t you?”

“Yes!”  Sobbed Zara.  “I can turn you on so much! Please let me go and I’ll show you how!  Please!”

The man picked up the hammer and two of the long nails off the table.”

Zara's eyes widened.  “No!  Please God, no!”  She began to pull at the wooden block but it was too heavy for her to move.” 

The man came towards her and pressed the point of one of the nails onto the top of her soft tit.

“NOOOOOOO!”  Screamed Zara.  “NO! NO! NOOOO!”

“Yes, yes, yes!”  The man taunted and brought the hammer down on the head of the nail driving it through Zara's helpless tit.  She screamed louder than ever as the cold steel was driven down through her tender flesh and into the wooden block beneath her tit.  Zara kept on screaming as he repeated the process with her other tit impaling it to the wooden block.  The man then stood back and savoured the sight of the beautiful helpless girl writhing in agony with her tits impaled on the chopping block.

The man took the cleaver from the nearby table and held it up so the light caught its razor-sharp edge. 

Zara saw her eyes widen in fear reflected in the cleavers blade.  “Oh God, No!”  She screamed as the man stared lustfully at her helpless tortured tits. 

“NO! NOOO! NOOOO!”  Zara continued to scream as the man slowly approached her.

“No! You can’t do this to me! You can’t do this to me!” She screamed repeatedly.

“Oh, but I can.”  The man taunted her.  “I can do whatever I want with you.  That’s why I came here today.”

“Please!  I’ll do anything.”  Sobbed Zara.

“So you keep saying.”  Said the man.  “But this is what I really want to do to you.  What man wouldn’t?” 

Zara couldn’t disagree: the law granted men practically unlimited power over girls her age who hadn’t been convicted of crimes against manhood.  A convict such as she had no rights whatsoever which was the way men liked it.

The man raised the heavy cleaver over Zara's helpless tits.   She shook her head frantically.  Her breathing became panicked and she began to pull once again at the heavy wooden block.  “NOOOOOO!”  She screamed as he brought the cleaver down.  Zara screamed uncontrollably and felt her cunt release a load of hot cum as the blade made contact with her soft impaled tit, and stopped.

The man moaned pleasurably then laughed.  “You should have seen the look on your face!”  He said in the same manner as one who had just played the world’s greatest prank on their best friend.

“Thank you!”  Gasped Zara in floods of tears.  “Oh, thank you, thank you so much!  I couldn’t take any more pain!”  She broke into hysterical sobs.  The man continued to laugh then raised the cleaver again. 

“Pain like this, you mean?”  He said as hard and fast he brought the cruel blade down once more. 

Zara's mind barely had time to catch up with what was happening as the cleaver whistled through the air once again.  She screamed her hysterical scream once more and vainly hoped that he would stop before cutting into her helpless soft flesh.

The cleaver didn’t stop until its blade was embedded in the wood of the chopping block beneath Zara's tits.

Zara stopped screaming.  She stared motionless at the cleaver which now rested between her body and her severed tit.  She tried to convince herself that it hadn’t happened, that it was her mind playing tricks on her and that she still possessed two beautiful tits.  The fact that one was no longer attached to her body was too much for her to come to terms with.

The man wrenched the cleaver free of the block and repeated the action on Zara's one remaining tit.  Reality began to take a grip once more as the white hot pain tore through her body.  Zara's hideous screams filled the cell and the outside corridor as she finally realised what had been done to her.

Once again the man wrenched the cleaver free and then he unfastened Zara's restraints. 

Zara desperately tried to hug the blood soaked chopping block in some deluded belief that her tits would somehow reattach themselves as the man dragged her away from it by her hair.  All the time she could not speak; she could only scream as she looked in despair at her impaled tits still sitting on the block.

“Did you enjoy that?”  Asked the man pleased with the suffering he was causing her.  “It’ll soon be over,” he continued, “but first I need another blow-job.”  With that he rammed his hard cock into Zara's screaming mouth once again and began to pump his hot seed into her mouth and down her hoarse throat. 

Satisfied with his ejaculation, the man withdrew his cock from Zara's mouth and grabbed her by her hair with one hand, still holding her face to his cock.  He raised the cleaver once again and brought it down hard and fast onto the nape of Zara's slender neck.  Her desperate screams were cut short as the blade sliced through her neck muscles and severed her vocal cords.  Zara felt dizzy as blood poured from her severed head but she was still conscious.  She could see her body fall to the ground still twitching.  As the man lifted her head she saw her poor impaled tits on the chopping block, tears continued to roll down her face as the man once again pushed his cock into her open mouth.  As darkness finally took her, the last thing Zara saw in this world was a cruel face laughing at the hideous way its owner had caused her death.  The last thing she felt was her mouth filling up with hot salty cum which dripped from her severed neck along with her blood onto the stone floor.

*        *        *

All other sound in the mail hall were drowned out by the helpless screams of the prisoners as people simply selected their victims and indulged in their sickest sexiest fantasies.

A boy of about eighteen years and his sister who appeared to be about two years younger approached Chloe and Marie. 

The girl fingered Chloe's wet cunt then tasted her finger whilst the boy had knelt before Marie and was licking her cunt.

Marie hated herself for enjoying it.  She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the fact that she had been chained helpless to a wall, or at the very least that this could be some sort of a game she was playing with a lover.  She felt herself cum on the boy’s tongue.

The boy reciprocated by licking up all of Marie's girl-juices and pushing his tongue as deep into her wet tangy cunt as possible.

Marie moaned in ecstasy and for a moment she had forgotten why she was chained to a wall and the fact that today would the last day of her life.

The boy took his tongue away from Marie's cunt and stood and turned to his sister saying, “This one.  She’s got really sweet cum.”  Marie's screamed as reality came flooding back to her.

“Okay.” said the girl now fingering herself.  She stood with her slender hand up her short pink skirt clearly enjoying her own ability to pleasure herself.

“Well if you can leave your cunt alone for five minutes, maybe you’d like to go and find something to kill her with?”  Said her brother showing signs of frustration.  Marie continued to scream louder and louder.

“Okay, okay!”  Said his sister as she pulled her finger from between her legs and tasted her own juices. Then she walked off towards the tables in the middle of the hall.

The boy turned back to Marie.  Her screams died down into sobs as he approached her unzipping his jeans and taking out his hard cock.

“Please!”  Sobbed Marie as he rubbed the raw end of his cock against the smooth nylon stocking encasing her thigh.

“Please, not me!  Please, not me!  I’m begging you!  Please pick someone else. Please!”

The boy laughed. “I’ve picked you.”  He said teasingly, “I promised my mum that I’d take my little sister here today to show her first hand what girls are for.  It’s time she learned her place.”

He began to force his hard cock into her well lubricated cunt.  Marie moaned, partly out of fear but also from pleasure of the penetration.

As she felt His cock slide inside her she continued to plead. “Please!”  She moaned enjoying the sensation of her cunt being filled with his hard throbbing cock.  “Please don’t kill me.  I’ll do anything you want.  Anything at all!”

The boy began to pump into her.  “Unfortunately,” He gasped between thrusts, “when my little sister comes back and sees me fucking you she’ll definitely want to kill you.  She gets so jealous.  She hates it when I fuck any girl except her.”   He continued to roughly thrust into her, moaning louder and louder as he became faster and more furious.

The girl returned carrying a small chainsaw just in time for her brother to shoot his hot load up Marie's cunt.  They both gasped as, despite her fear, Marie accepted the hot thick deposit and enjoyed the feeling of it leaving his throbbing cock and entering her terrified helpless body.

The boy withdrew his cock from Marie's cunt and as she looked down she could see thick white cum dripping off its raw end. 

“Suck my cock clean.”  Said the boy to his sister who immediately knelt in front of her brother and hungrily took his still hard cock into her small mouth. 

The boy moaned as he ejaculated into his sister’s mouth and she swallowed his cum whole.  He then took his cock out of her mouth and the girl stood back up holding the chainsaw.

She slowly walked towards Marie with a hateful stare. “You fucked my brother.”  She said in a low threatening voice.  “I don’t like dirty little sluts like you fucking my brother.

“I’m sorry!”  Cried Marie staring desperately at the chainsaw. “He fucked me!  I couldn’t stop him!”

“Are you calling my brother a rapist?”  Asked the girl as she poised the chainsaw at Marie's throbbing wet cunt.

“Oh God!  Please!”  Screamed Marie.  “Please don’t use that on me.  Please!”

“Are you calling my brother a rapist?”  The girl repeated more venomously.

“NO!”  Screamed Marie.  “I wanted him to fuck me.  It was nice!”

“So,” said the girl, “you are a dirty little slut who lets anyone who wants to fuck her?”

Marie was too frightened to respond either way.  The girl pressed the jagged end of the chainsaw to Marie's cunt and let her thumb hover over the activation switch for added emphasis. 

Marie was so frightened that she felt herself cum again.  Her thick white juice dripped onto the cruel merciless teeth of the saw’s blade.

“Open your legs like the slut you are.”  Said the girl.

“What are you going to do to me?”  Screamed Marie as she began to pull futilely on the chains holding her secure to the wall.

“Open your legs and you’ll find out.”  The girl laughed as she moved her thumb closer to the switch that would start the chainsaw’s motor.

Marie gave a scream and opened her legs instinctively.

“That’s better.”  Said the girl, “The saw can go right through you now.”

“PLEASE!”  Marie screamed louder than ever, “NO! NOOO! NOOOOOOOO!”

“I told you, slut,”  Said the girl, “NO - BODY - FUCKS - MY - BROTHER - EXCEPT - ME!” and with that she pressed her thumb down on the switch and the chainsaw buzzed to life.

“Are you calling my brother a rapist?”  Asked the girl as she poised the chainsaw at Marie's throbbing wet cunt.

“NOOOOOOOOOO!”  Marie screamed as the girl brought the chainsaw up, slicing her cunt effortlessly in two then higher, dividing her pelvis and then up into her abdomen.

Marie screamed and her body went into violent convulsions as the whirring teeth of the chainsaw moved effortlessly up through her helpless body cutting through flesh, bone, organs and sinew.

The girl brought the saw up to between Marie's tiny tits then switched it off.

Marie had stopped screaming but her body still twitched

And her eyes were still flickering.

Her vision darkened quickly as the last image in her mind was that of the girl laughing hysterically to herself at what she had done to another girl.

Then Marie saw and felt nothing more.

*        *        *

Chloe shuddered uncontrollably at the sight of so many girls, including those who had been her friends, being tortured, mutilated, raped and murdered. That, and also from knowing that she would soon be picked out by somebody and that her young life would be at an end.  She was too frightened even to scream.  She cried silently hoping that she wouldn’t be noticed.  She wanted to live, she wanted to go home and never do anything bad ever again.  Most of all though, she wanted Sophie:  If they were to die here today she wanted to make love to Sophie one last time.  She wanted to kiss her, touch her, and feel her.  She closed her eyes and imagined herself running her hands over Sophie's soft body.  She wanted the taste of Sophie's sweet cunt in her mouth, the taste of her cum on her tongue then swallowing it slowly so as to savour the taste.  Then she imagined Sophie doing the same to her.  He imagined herself cumming in Sophie's mouth and Sophie willingly accepting her beautiful cum and swallowing it.  She wanted to be with her so badly. 

Tears welled up in her eyes, tears of grief this time, not of fear.  She realised that she didn’t even know if Sophie was still alive and that if she was, she wouldn’t know that Chloe was alive.

Chloe opened her eyes when she felt a sharp pain.  A man had roughly squeezed her nipple and she gave out a yelp of pain.

“Nice tits,” said the man, “nice long legs, perfect little cunt.  I’m going to take my time with you.”

“No!”  Cried Chloe.  “Please!  Make it quick.  I’ll do anything you want.  Just kill me quickly.  Please?”

The man let go of her nipple.  “I was hoping for a bit more than that.”  He said sounding disappointed.

“Maybe I won’t bother with you at all since you’ve resigned yourself to the fact that you’re going to die.”

Chloe looked hopeful.

“I think I’ll find a girl with a bit of fight in her and leave you for somebody who wants a weak submissive little whore.”  He began to walk away.

“Oh, God!  Thank you!”  Cried Chloe, “Thank you for not killing me. Thank you! Thank you!”  She burst into tears of relief as the man turned back to face her.

“On second thoughts,” he said with a laugh, “Maybe you’re just what I’m looking for.”

Chloe screamed.  “That’s more like it.”  Said the man.  “That’s what I’m looking for, real fear.”

“Please!”  Screamed Chloe as the man called over a female guard.

“Please!  Don’t kill me!”  Chloe continued to scream as the guard approached the man.

“I’d like to know how it feels to be a real executioner.”  The man said to the guard indicating Chloe.

Fear gripped Chloe like a fist made of ice.  Of all the methods of execution she had witnessed in the last hour, what he was asking for was the most painful.  He wanted to dismember her while she was still alive.  It was a method she had witnessed countless times when she had worked as an embalmer in the Execution Chamber.  She had hoped if nothing else to be spared the long drawn out torture of a full execution. 

“Oh, you’ll enjoy that.”  Said the guard, “You can’t beat the thrill of sawing into a beautiful girl’s body.”

Imaginary pain coursed through Chloe's body causing her to cum.   She couldn’t help but imagine the pain of a saw grinding away at her bones or a razor sharp knife depriving her body of bits of its flesh.

The guard unlocked Chloe's shackles and tied her wrists behind her back.  “At least you know what to expect.”  Said the guard to Chloe as she fastened the zip-cord.

Chloe felt her knees go weak.  “Please!”  She cried facing her would-be executioner, “Not like that.  I’m begging you.  I couldn’t stand that much pain! Please!”

The man simply laughed.  “You’re not supposed to be able to stand the pain, that’s the whole idea.”

The guard led the way out of the hall as the man picked Chloe up and carried her over his muscular shoulder and followed.  Chloe screamed and kicked futilely as the guard led the man to a nearby cell which had been outfitted with a saw-rack.  It was a device that Chloe was all too familiar with.  She had witnessed countless executions on just such a device.  She stared at the blood soaked wooden frame in terror:  It had recently been used.

“P-please!”  She sobbed.  “Please, anything but this.  Please!”

The man unzipped his pants and took out his huge erect cock.  Chloe gasped at the sight of his immense monument of hard flesh.

The man then took a tight hold of Chloe under her slender arm and lifted her off her feet.  He then pulled her light body close to his so that the raw tip of his cock rubbed the luxuriously smooth nylon of Chloe's stockings which encased her subtle thighs.

Chloe was embarrassed by the fact that she was becoming aroused as well as scared at her unavoidable violation.  She felt her cunt begin to throb and let flow its juices as the man began to lower her onto his rock hard shaft of man-flesh.

“Oh god!  No!”  Screamed Chloe.  “Please!  You’re too big for me!”  The man smiled cruelly as he began to impale Chloe's helpless cunt on his swollen cock.

Chloe screamed at the unwanted invasion of her body.  Her screams became louder as under her own weight the man let her slide helplessly down onto his huge cock, burying it in her tight warm well lubricated cunt.

“Yes!”  Groaned the man as he began to thrust into Chloe's now helplessly impaled body

“Oh! Ohh! Ohhh!” he continued.

Chloe screamed louder and louder at the pain of the super sized cock inside her cunt.  She felt as though her insides were being torn apart. 

Chloe gazed pleadingly into the man’s eyes hoping for a sign of mercy but found none. What she found instead was a maniacal sex-crazed lust in the man’s eyes as he pumped harder and harder into her helpless body.  Finally his climax came and Chloe felt the huge cock erupt inside her.  The man moaned loader than ever seemingly lost in his own orgasmic bliss which was clearly being by Chloe's obvious pain and fear.

He withdrew his still hard cock from Chloe's body as she cried inconsolably at the pain inflicted on her raw tender stinging cunt.

The man then forced Chloe to her knees.  She could guess what was coming next but hoped that she was wrong.

“Suck it.”  The man commanded.  Chloe shook her head weakly as her sobs grew louder.

“SUCK IT!”  The man shouted grabbing Chloe by her hair and forcing her tear streaked face to his groin.  “Go on.”  He said cruelly.  “Put it in your mouth and have a good taste of yourself.”

Chloe closed her eyes and took the long length of the hard cock into her small mouth. She did indeed taste her own juices on the man’s cock as she licked its length with her soft delicate tongue.

“Oh yes!”  Said the man quickly becoming excited again. “OH YESSS!” he shouted as his cock exploded inside Chloe's mouth.  His hot thick cum filled every vacant space of the inside of her mouth.

“Swallow.”  Gasped the man in the throes of his orgasm.  “Swallow it all. That’s it! Good girl!” Chloe felt her self begin to choke as the hot thick salty cum went down her throat.

The man took his cock out of Chloe's mouth then turned to the guard. “I’m ready to execute her.”  He said excitedly.

“Noooo!”  Cried Chloe.  “Noooo!  Please!”

Ignoring Chloe's pathetic pleas the guard nodded and cut the zip-cord which bound Chloe's wrists behind her back then assisted the man in securing Chloe's trembling body helpless onto the rack.

Chloe's arms were bound widespread above her head at the wrists and her long beautiful legs were forced painfully wide apart and bound at the ankles.  The man couldn’t resist running his rough hands up and down Chloe's sexy smooth stockinged legs for a few minutes before reaching for a saw which was stored on the underside of the rack.

Chloe's screams got louder and more terrified as the man held the cruel looking tool up for her to see more clearly.

“You should put your hand on her cunt to steady her while you’re sawing.”  Said the guard.

“NOOOOOOOO!”  Screamed Chloe as the guard continued to offer the man advice.

“Start sawing right next to the pelvis where her legs join her body. And saw slowly.  It’ll be more painful for her and you’ll get a more precise cut.”

“Okay.”  Said the man.  “I think I’ve got that. Thank you.”

“Well enjoy yourself.”  Said the guard turning to leave.  She exited the cell leaving the man to indulge his fantasy of being an executioner for the day.

Chloe struggled helplessly against her restraints as the man menacingly circled the rack before taking a position between her outstretched legs.  He placed his left hand on her still stinging cunt causing her to scream even louder.

“You’re wet.”  He said as he roughly fingered her cunt.  “This must be exciting you?”

Chloe pulled harder and more frantically at her restraints as the man positioned the saw beside her cunt where her pelvis joined her leg.  Her heart pounded and her body convulsed involuntarily as she felt the cold sharp teeth of the saw touching her delicate skin.

“PLEASE!”  She screamed “Please!  I don’t want to die!”

The man savoured her terror for a moment longer then began to draw the blade of the saw back and forth.

Chloe screamed insanely as at first she felt an irritating itch where her skin was broken which soon became a searing pain as the saw ground its way through her bone and sinew.

Chloe's head exploded in a world of pain.  It was worse than she had ever imagined it could be. 

After witnessing so many executions day after day Chloe had once promised herself that when her time to die came she wouldn’t scream.  She had lied to herself as she now fully realised the pain of what was being done to her was more horrendous than she could ever have imagined.

She could feel the grinding of the saw running through her whole body as it claimed its passage through the side of her pelvis depriving her of her sexy leg.  Nothing could shut out the pain, even as she thought of Sophie her pain intensified as she realised that she would never see her lover again.  Chloe deluded herself into believing that if only Sophie had been here with her she could have faced her death more bravely.

Chloe felt herself going cold and numb as the man had stopped sawing.  She had stopped screaming and was now panting heavily in shock.  She could see the man release her ankle from its restraint and she shook her head slightly but was unable to protest. 

No!  She prayed to herself. Please!  Don’t let me see!

As if reading her panicked thoughts the man smiled evilly and then lifted the severed limb away from the rack and held it up for Chloe to see.  She stared wide eyed at her own dismembered sexy leg.  For a moment it didn’t seem real:  Yes she was staring at a beautiful severed leg but she couldn’t quite comprehend the fact that it belonged to her.  Her eyes followed the length of the leg, from the white high heeled shoe along the beautiful sheer nylon stocking to its sexy lace top then the small area of her bare well toned thigh and finally the bloodied stump where the saw had done its cruel work so well.

Chloe screamed as reality finally caught up with her.  The man set the leg down and picked up the saw once more.  He began to saw almost immediately at Chloe's remaining leg.

The pain was less intense this time as Chloe felt herself being consumed by darkness.  She imagined that she could see from out of her body the entire scene: A man was torturing a beautiful terrified girl who had been tied down helpless.  He was sawing off the screaming girl’s legs but it wasn’t Chloe anymore.  It was just a girl who was becoming more and more distant.  Her final thought was of Sophie and she prayed that whatever happened to her, it would be quick and painless.  Then she thought and felt nothing more.

*        *        *

Sophie was led to a large cell with about a dozen or so other prisoners.  Like her, all the girls were naked except for stockings and high heels and like her all were tall and beautiful. 

They had waited about an hour when the cell door had been unlocked and two female guards had selected one prisoner and taken her from the cell and locked the door once again leaving the others to contemplate what was happening.

After about three quarters of an hour, the door was unlocked again and another girl taken.  The routine continued much to the confusion of the remaining girls who were becoming more and more frightened as one by one their numbers were decreasing with no indication as to what awaited them once they  left the cell.

“They’re going to execute us.”  sobbed one girl aged about sixteen.  Sophie had tried to reassure her with little or no success. 

“They always make girls wear black stockings when they’re going to be executed.”  She had said to the girl putting her arm around her and letting her hand fall to the girl’s hardened nipple which she began to fondle gently.  The girl looked into Sophie's beautiful ice blue eyes.

“Are you sure?”  She sobbed.

“Yes.”  Said Sophie kissing her gently on her mouth.  “Believe me; I work in the execution chamber.  Every girl I’ve seen executed has worn black stockings.”  She stroked the crying girl’s smooth stockinged leg, partially to reassure her but also because she was enjoying winning the girl’s trust so she could get close to her soft young body.

“What if they make us wear black stockings when they take us out of the cell?”  Asked the girl with an ever rising tone of panic in her voice.

Sophie couldn’t answer.  She simply hugged the girl tightly and ran her soft hand further up her sexy long leg on the inside of her thigh until she found her wet middle.  The girl moaned slightly but didn’t pull away from Sophie's loving tender touch.

“Please.”  Sobbed the frightened girl softly.  “Put your finger inside me. Please.”  She stared longingly into Sophie's eyes.  Sophie held her closer still and as their soft bodies pressed against each other she gently slid her finger into the girl’s tight wet cunt.

The girl moaned softly as Sophie's finger found its way inside her.  Her moans became more erratic as Sophie expertly stimulated her cunt until she reached her climax and let out her hot girl cum.  Sophie withdrew her finger and saw that it was covered in the girl’s juices.  She began to lick the juice of her finger as the girl nervously knelt between Sophie's legs and put her face to her perfectly symmetrical pink slit.

“Oh my god!”  Gasped the girl. “Your cunt is so beautiful.”  She pushed her soft velvety tongue into Sophie's beautiful moist opening and began to gently lick her out.

It didn’t take Sophie long to orgasm.  Her girl-juice came out onto the girl’s tongue which she hungrily lapped up.

“Thank you.”  Said the girl.  “That’s the most beautiful cum I’ve ever tasted.”

Sophie smiled.  Chloe used to say that all the time.  She wondered what was happening with Chloe.

Her thoughts were interrupted as the cell door was once again unlocked and the two guards entered.

They looked around for a moment before settling their eyes on the girl kneeling between Sophie's legs.

“No!”  Cried the girl.  “Please. Not me! Please!”

The guards grabbed the girl and hauled her to her feet.  “Where are you taking me?”  She screamed as they dragged her out of the cell and locked the door behind them.  The girl’s screams could still be heard for a few seconds outside the cell.

The girls all remained quiet in the cell.  The screams of the girl had unnerved them and some had begun to cry themselves. 

Sophie was beginning to panic too as she tried to rationalise why girls would be taken one at a time and not be returned.  She didn’t want to face the dreadful possibility that they were indeed all going to be executed but she couldn’t think of any other explanation.

She looked around noticing that some of the girls had begun to play with themselves whilst others were starting to please each other.  Sophie thought again about Chloe.  Please let her be alright. She thought to herself.

She hadn’t noticed the passage of yet another half hour or so as she quietly played with her own wet cunt.  She felt herself cum and pushed her finger as far into herself as she could.  Her juice came out as hot and thick as ever.  Another girl about the same age as Sophie noticed her cum and smiled weakly at her when Sophie noticed the girl’s eyes were transfixed on her perfect cunt.

The girl licked her lips still staring at the white cum starting to drip from Sophie's wet opening.

“Can I - can I -?”  The girl stammered close to tears.

Sophie smiled back, spread her beautiful long legs and nodded.  “Feel free.”  She said as the girl knelt between her legs smiling.

Sophie braced herself for the girl’s loving lick which came within seconds.  Sophie moaned softly as the girl licked her sticky wet cunt clean.

“She was right.”  Said the girl.  “Your cunt is beautiful.  It tastes beautiful as well.”

“Thank you.”  Said Sophie.

Suddenly all the girls jumped as they heard the door to the cell being opened.  The two guards entered and went straight toward Sophie.  Oh, God! She thought.  Oh, God. No!

“It’s your turn.”  Said one of the guards grabbing Sophie by her arm and pulling her to her feet.

Sophie wanted to ask where she was being taken and what was going to happen to her but fear suddenly gripped her and she found herself struggling even to move let alone speak.  She walked uneasily as the guards led her out of the cell.  Sophie turned to see for one last time the pale frightened faces of the girls in the cell before the door was closed and locked obscuring them from her view.

*        *        *

It was like no other part of the prison that Sophie had ever seen before.  Instead of the harsh interior of the cells and the bleak corridors this waiting room looked more like a hotel room than anything one would expect to find in a prison.

The two guards flanked Sophie as they stood waiting.  Although what they were waiting for, Sophie had no idea.

After a few long moments a door at the far end of the room opened and a man in a business suit appeared.

“Bring the next one in.”  He said giving Sophie an approving glance.

The two guards ushered Sophie through the door.

Sophie stepped through the door onto what appeared to be some kind of a stage.  Seated facing her were several dozen men and women wearing suits.  Each also wore a label with a number on it.

In the middle of the stage itself stood some kind of restraining device.  To Sophie it resembled a saw-rack but stood vertical instead of horizontal.  Sophie froze at the sight of the device and was now left in doubt as to why she had been brought here. 

She screamed and tried to pull away from the guards who immediately tightened their grip on her arms.

The two guards then dragged Sophie over to the device.  She struggled futilely as they secured her arms at the wrists so that they were spread high and wide.  They then proceeded to secure her ankles at a painfully wide angle causing her cunt lips to part.  Sophie felt her juices begin to flow and soon her cunt was wet and dripping with her sweet nectar-like cum.  Finally one guard secured a gag over Sophie's sensual mouth, not tightly but enough to muffle her screams whilst the man who had led them onto the stage addressed the assembly.

“Now we’ve got a really nice piece on offer.”  He began and turned to Sophie's helpless body.  “Nineteen years old and has worked as a model.  There’s absolutely nothing about her that isn’t perfect.  We’ll start bidding on her beautiful breast, all natural, at one thousand.  You have two minutes, as always the highest current bid will appear on the overhead monitor.”  The man scrutinised the audience for signs of interest. 

Art collectors!  Thought Sophie now delirious with fear.  They were going to be bidding for her body parts while she was still alive!  How could anybody take such delight in such cruelty?  Tears flowed from her eyes as the bidding began.  She couldn’t help but conjure an image in her mind of her beautiful tits and legs being displayed in some private gallery where some sick pervert of a so-called art collector could enjoy them to his unlimited desires.

A monitor suspended over the stage displayed the constantly changing highest bids which were inputted from keypads used by the assembled collectors.  After only a minute the figure on the monitor had already exceeded ten thousand: Somebody really wanted Sophie's tits in their collection.

A buzzer sounded and the figure on the monitor froze on twenty two thousand, seven hundred and twenty five, along with another number, zero-eight-three.

The man double checked the monitor’s display then announced, “Breasts sold for twenty two thousand, seven hundred and twenty five to collector number eighty three.”  There were looks of disappointment in the audience as one man stood to confirm his bid and his assigned number.

“Very well.”  Said the man.  “After the Executioner treats us to the spectacle of the subject’s breasts being cut off we’ll begin bidding on what is without doubt the most beautiful vagina on offer today.”

The brief round of applause sounded from the audience as a tall man, naked except for a black leather hood which covered his face, walked onto the stage carrying a long curved knife.

Sophie pulled uselessly at the restraints as the Executioner approached her.  She shook her head violently knowing exactly what was coming.

The Executioner pulled the gag from Sophie's mouth enabling her to scream much to the excitement of all present.

“No!”  Screamed Sophie.  “Please!  Please NO! NO, NOOOOOOO!”

The Executioner raised the knife to below Sophie's helpless tit, waited for a moment until her screams got even louder and more panicked and placed his other rough hand on Sophie's soft vulnerable tit and began to slice.

Sophie shrieked in pain as the cruel razor sharp blade sliced effortlessly through her helpless flesh causing an ever increasing searing white hot pain. 

In less than a minute Sophie's beautiful tit came away in the Executioner’s hand, cleanly cut off.

Another round of applause came from the audience as the Executioner turned briefly to show of his handiwork before turning back to Sophie to begin work on her one remaining tit.

Shock took hold of Sophie and she had passed beyond feeling pain.  She remained paralysed with fear and an inability to fully comprehend what was being done to her.   She stared wide eyed making only the tiniest whimpering noises as the Executioner finished cutting off her other tit, again raising a round of applause.

A prisoner, a girl of about seventeen, appeared on the stage drawing admiring looks from the audience.  She approached the Executioner and took Sophie's severed tits from him and then disappeared backstage followed by the Executioner himself.

“Thank you Mister Executioner.”  Said the man resuming his post as host an auctioneer.  He then turned and nodded a silent instruction to the two guards who immediately moved toward the rack holding Sophie and adjusted its axis so the Sophie was now horizontal with her exposed cunt facing the audience.

The man wasted no time in continuing his address.  “Now, for this most beautiful vagina, bidding will begin at one thousand five hundred.  You have two minutes.  Bidding begins……Now!”

Once again the monitor overhead flashed with ever increasing numbers as the potential collectors furiously punched numbers into their personal keypads trying to outbid one another.

After two minutes the buzzer sounded once again and the monitor froze on twenty eight thousand, nine hundred and seventy followed by the numbers one two and nine.

The man confirmed the bid.  “Sold to number one hundred and twenty nine for twenty eight thousand, nine hundred and seventy.”

Again the Executioner appeared on stage followed by his assistant.

“Mister Executioner,” said the man, “please do your duty.”

With that the Executioner used a smaller thinner bladed knife to carefully cut around Sophie's beautiful cunt.

Sophie screamed suddenly as the fresh wave of pain brought her out of her state of shock and back to reality.  Her screams filled the auditorium as the Executioner completed cutting a circle around her cunt then with his finger hooked between Sophie's cunt lips, gave a firm tug pulling her expertly cut out vagina away from her body and passed it to the female prisoner who quickly ran off the stage with it.

The inevitable round of applause followed from the audience as the Executioner also retired from the stage.

Sophie continued to scream as the pain of her cunt being cut out continued to sear through her entire body.

The host took to the stage once again and addressed the audience.

“Now we come to our lovely ex-model’s extraordinarily beautiful legs.  Bidding will begin at ten thousand.  Again, there are two minutes on the clock.  Please begin now.”

For the third time the monitor flashed details of the highest current bid although this time it was too fast to keep up with.  An atmospheric tension was felt all through the auditorium as the seconds counted down and the speed of the bidding intensified.

The buzzer signalled the end of the bidding and many collectors threw down their keypads in frustration.

The host looked at the monitor and began to speak, only to stop himself in order to double check the figure.

“Sold.”  He began “for an amazing five hundred and eighty seven thousand, six hundred and fifty two, to bidder numbering hundred and seventeen.”

On cue, the Executioner reappeared on the stage this time wielding a large saw.  Sophie's screams which had subsided during the bidding for her legs now resumed as the Executioner approached her brandishing the cruel looking tool.

“In your own time, Mister Executioner.”  Said the man.

The Executioner stood between Sophie's outstretched legs and placed a steadying hand on the bloodied mound where her cunt had been causing her to scream even louder.  He positioned the blade of the saw in the customary position where her inner leg joined her pelvis.  Sophie could feel the cold sharp jagged teeth of the saw pressing into her soft delicate skin. 

Sophie's breathing became erratic as she tried to brace herself for the pain that was only seconds away. 

The Executioner began to draw the blade of the saw backwards and forwards and Sophie realised that nothing could have prepared her for the pain which now engulfed her entire body.

Sophie's body went into convulsions as the Executioner continued to saw into her body.  Her screams echoed around the auditorium as with each stroke of the saw her beautiful sexy leg became more detached from her body.

The sawing stopped but Sophie continued to scream.  Satisfied that she was still conscious the Executioner lifted up Sophie's severed stockinged leg for her to see.  Her screams continued as he turned to the audience and showed off the sexy severed limb before turning back to Sophie and began sawing off her remaining leg.

Sophie had seen girls live through this before and she had always hoped and prayed that she would not be one of those poor girls. 

In her delirium she actually tried to force herself to die.  She tried to let go of her life as her vision began to darken but the pain kept her from drifting off.  She tried to think of Chloe and all those beautiful weeks they’d had together making love to each other.  She wished Chloe were with her right now.  She considered it even crueller than what was being done to her the fact that she and Chloe had not been allowed to die together.  In fact, they hadn’t even been allowed to say goodbye to one another.

Her pain was lessening now and her vision almost gone.  The sawing had stopped and she could just barely make out the image of the Executioner removing her other severed leg.

“Chloe!  I love you!”  She said, or at least thought she had said before her mind went blank and she felt nothing more. 

An applause rose from the audience to congratulate the executioner on his masterful skill but this time Sophie didn‘t hear it.

*        *        *

Nobody in the Department of Female Correction could deny that Open Day had been a resounding success.  In a few short hours the overcrowding problem had been brought back under control although with the ever increasing rate in crimes committed by young women it wouldn’t be long before the problem arose again.  To that end, Open Day became a six-monthly event in prisons all over the country.

Ironically, the two teenaged twins who had executed Debbie along with the girl who had assisted in the torture and execution of Nikki and the girl who had eviscerated Marie, all found themselves being arrested and executed within weeks of their attending Open Day. 

The day following Open Day many tabloid newspapers bore the headline:

“EXECUTED GLAMOUR MODEL’S LEGS SELL FOR HALF A MILLION!”

“EVERY GIRL SHOULD BE SO LUCKY!”

THE END