Kelli's End

“She doesn’t look like a terrorist, does she?” I said to Susan my assistant as we watched the next individual to be processed move through the reception cell.

“No she doesn’t. But what does a terrorist look like. Remember that kid last week.” She replied.

“Yes, that’s true.” I remembered the blond angel faced barely legal female we had ended up administering lethal gas to. It was difficult to believe that innocent faced little honey could have placed a bomb in a crowded family restaurant. I also remember how long Susan saw to that it took her to gasp her life out. To look at the pretty friendly blond mother of two you would never think Susan could be capable of the implacable cruelty she could display when suitably enraged. But she had her reasons as we all did at the processing facility.

“So, Susan, what’s your take on our latest there. Um, what’s her name?.”

“Kelli, good name for a redhead” she answered.

“Since you have the papers tell me what she did.”

“She bumped off a number of people using a gun or knife. She could get close to individuals since she has that innocent doe-eyed look. One of them was your former supervisor Stanley Barker. She stabbed him a bunch of times when he stopped to help her change what he thought was a flat tire. So this one is all yours.”

I looked closer through the vuport at he slender redhead. She had finished the disinfectant shower and body search and was changing into jail togs from the disposable paper shower shift. I watched her carefully. She was a slender young woman with a nice lithe body. Her legs were particularly fine, long , muscular and tapering. Her complexion was the fine one female redheads frequently have. She turned to pick up the plain prison panties and trousers. She had a nice flat belly and a pretty red bush. Her breasts were small but well formed. Her face was set off with large expressive eyes and was gentle and sad. No wonder she could decoy individuals with such skill.

“How would you finish Miss Kelli?” I asked Susan, interested at what she would reply.

“Well considering what her MO was and that she did someone in I personally knew, I would make sure whatever it was hurt a whole lot and took a long, long time and I would want her conscious right to the end.”

“That what I want, but there are different ways of doing it.”

“I wouldn’t mess around with lethal gas or lethal injection. First is complicated and you can’t stay close while its being done, The other just doesn’t hurt that much even if you jazz up the shot. That leaves aerosol delivered lethal chemicals delivered either by a breathing hood or direct into the body cavity. A breathing hood while you can make the procedure last a long time doesn’t let you be really close to who ever you are doing. They are just immobilized in a chair with the hood fixed over their head and you controlling the mix of chemicals going into the hood.”

“That leaves body cavity delivery. Always interesting with a woman.”

“Yep, and it hurts like hell and is really humiliating.”

“So which orifice do you favor.”

“Well, with a murdering woman firing the chemicals up her vagina always seems poetic justice. However, the rectum is more efficient for delivering a lethal dose that will take a long time.”

“True, but all you do is get to look a someone’s back and ass as they thrash and moan.”

“Yeah, but if you fix the first charge right you can semi-immobilize ‘em. Then loosen the restraints and flip them over so you have full frontal for the duration. Once you have the pump line shoved up the rectum it doesn’t matter if they are on their back or stomach.

“You’ve done this?”

“Sure have. Couple weeks ago there was that cow Beverly Grant. The one who killed several nurses. Well I had Bill and Steve to give me a hand. We had that fat pig secured on her belly on the table. She was in a panic from when we had her stripped. Tried to fight until Steve fired a stun bolt into her left jug. That calmed her down a bit. Big sagging gut and udder like breasts she really did look like a cow. Dumb fat blank face with evil little squinty eyes, only her eyes were wide open and full of panic as soon as she saw that ass pump. She really squealed when I shoved that metal tube into her anus and up her rectum. She knew what was coming. I had the pump on full manual so I could control the dosage. I gave her a couple real good blasts right after I got the tube in as far as it would go. The stepped back and watched. She screamed like a stuck hippo when the poison kicked in. I thought she was going to rip the restraints loose she heaved so much. But after about five minutes the effects of the dosage reduced how much strength she had to the point Steve and Bill loosened up the restraints and rolled her over and refixed them. The initial blast I had given her would be fatal but it would have taken all day as big as cowwoman was. . Much as I would have enjoyed that because of what she did to those nurses I knew we didn’t have that much time. So every few minutes I just gave the pump control button a push. Even with that it took Bev over an hour to check out. Her huge belly convulsed with the pain of the fire I was stoking in it and she gasped and cried and moaned for a long time before going flat line.”

“Hmmm” I responded a little amazed at the level of fury Susan could muster even after knowing her over two years. “Sounds like you found it satisfying.”

“Well, I did. She was just a greedy troll who killed those women for a few hundred dollars and the car one of them owned. The terrorists got good value on that deal and I was going to take as much out of her as I could. If I were you I would make sure Miss Kelli gets to know death up close and really personal.”

“She doesn’t look at all evil the way you describe Grant. But she has done more than enough to merit some drastic punishment.. I just need to think a bit and I also want to meet her in some way that she doesn’t know who I am.”

“That’s easy. Just do a private body exam on her. There are some forms that have to be filled out and a set of compuphotos taken before she can be scheduled for final processing. You could have a chance for a nice long chat with her. A lot of girls are very talkative when they are wearing nothing but an exam gown and know they are going to face eternity real soon.. You can be a nice understanding guy when you want to be.”

“That does make sense. With women I do like to get some idea of what they are like. Males, I would just as soon push up against a wall and fire a bunch of rounds into them. Females are a different.”

“Yes, Mark we are different.” Susan chuckled. “Well, I have to get to procedure room D and get set up for this afternoon.”

“Do you need any help.”

“Not really. It is just that stupid soccer mom who didn’t think transporting some blocks of explosive was any big deal. It was after all for a good cause. the environment and helping the poor against oppression.”

“Why no big deal.”

"Yeah, that’s what she thought until she ended up here. Well today is her last day. I wonder how she feels now?"

“What do you have planned for her finale, Susan?”

“Its just a routine vaginal gassing. She isn’t going to put up any fight although I am sure she will probably not like the procedure we have planned..”

“Yeah, I’m sure she was ready to wear the crown of a martyr as she went to the firing squad or the electric chair.”

“I know . Peggy is my assistant and we are going to make her strip before we take her into the procedure room. That means a long naked walk from the holding cell past a lot of staff. We have passed the word so that snotty bitch is sure to have a big audience.”

“No she won’t like that. As I recall she is a tall good looking woman for her 40 something age.”

“Right, and still very proud of her self so we are going to try and take her pride down a notch or two.”

“Well thanks for telling me I will make certain to be there to wish Mrs. Soccer Mom bon voyage.”

“You can watch the procedure if you want. You’re my buddy so I’ll let you in.”

“Why thank you. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. By the way who is going to shave her bush?”

“Peggy gets to do the honors. I have a feeling she will be pretty rough.”

“I guess having her family wiped out in that apartment blast does make her testy.”

I excused myself and went off to do some administrative business. I contacted processing control and had myself scheduled to do the preprep body exam on Kelli. At the same time I scheduled it for the evening of the day after tomorrow and reserved a small combination exam and administrative room on the same level as my working space. I then made sure I could get all the supplies I would need and confirmed the computercamera was functioning in the room I had reserved. I don’t know why I selected a time when few other people than the watch staff would be around to examine Kelli or why I picked a virtually private venue to do it in. Well yes I do know why. Even in my subconscious there was something that tugged at me about this slender youngish woman with the lovely melancholy face.

I had been at the processing center over a year. Most workers only do a six month stint. Susan was unusual that she was doing a full year. “Lots of rage and hate to work out.” Was her answer to why she was doing it. Everybody there except for the administrative and security people had similar feelings. That’s why we had volunteered. The country was being shredded by the multiple insurgencies spawned by a decade of depression and a number of fanatical ideologies. Environmental fanatics who felt firmly that the presence of more than a handful of humans was destructive to what they styled ‘our mother the earth’ positively reveled in perpetrating mass casualty events. “Heroic population control measures’ was their name for bombings and poisonings. That also got them a quick trip here. Various revolutionary groups engaged in terrorism in order to destabilize the government and bring the economy into further ruin. Both of these groups had surprising numbers of fellow travelers among middle class professional and academic groups.

These people were now getting to be serviced by our facility too., complements of the latest and most draconian round of anti-terror legislation. Under these laws special anti-terrorism courts could impose the death penalty for a wide range of aiding and abetting acts as well as actual membership in a group designated as terroristic. The age of full legal responsibility had also been dropped to twelve. I understand some of the processing centers in Florida and California already had handled some young teens. We hadn’t but it was only a matter of time. The criminal responsibility laws were how Soccer Mom got to be our guest. Looking at the intelligence reports it would appear she would not be unique. Two wives of employees at the local university had been caught in a drag net that rolled up the support network for one of the smaller but very violent anarchist groups. These two had already been convicted in special court and would be arriving at our facility in the next week or so. Another feature of the terror insurgency was that vast majority of the participants were females. Radical feminist propagandizing had seemed to have had a real effect over several generations. Gender was irrelevant to me. I was simply paying back the types who had destroyed my family because I was a member of the security forces. To date I could see nothing else I wanted do other than process these people and give them a small taste of what they had meted out while they were on the way out.

However, Kelli was disturbingly different. I wanted to know more about her before our date with destiny. Maybe I was starting to have some human feelings again.

The next day was down time there was little on the schedule for either Susan or me so we just hung out in our work area and did a few administrative chores. We also spent a fair amount of time revisiting Soccer Mom’s final performance. I had ambled down to the procedure room to get a good place to watch so I didn’t see the preliminaries although they were recorded by a number of palm cams. I told Susan I gathered Mrs. Soccer Mom didn’t relish her naked final walk.

“That’s a mild way to put it.” she responded. “That dummy still couldn’t get it through her head she wasn’t back in her gated community playing at revolution and probably getting laid by a couple young long haired guys. Anyhow she pitched a proper bitchfit when Peggy told her to strip down for her stroll. Peg didn’t waste much time after telling her twice she hauled off and gave her a haymaker to the solar plexus. Then Buck, that really big guard, jabbed her hard in the ass with an electro baton and told her if there was any more resistance he would personally get her out of her prison jumpsuit and she really wouldn’t like that. After that things calmed down and Soccer Mom got naked. She really was a good looking woman. What an idiot.”

I summoned up that image in my mind. Soccer Mom was a tall brunette whose figure reflected the many hours she spent on the tennis court and at the health spa. Peggy was a short rotund little woman with broad shoulders reflecting her many years of near manual labor. With a lot of effort and sacrifice she had managed to become an LPN. So one night while she was working midnight to eight at a nursing home, since she could earn a few more dollars on that shift and still be able to be up to do household chores the next day, keeping the latest wave of third world people who were the orderlies from robbing or abusing the superannuated patients some very advanced thinkers from one of the anarchist groups put off enough plastic explosive in the apartment building where her husband and two kids were sleeping to reduce the five story building to a pile of debris. The reason these young vermin picked that building was that a couple of policemen lived there also. One of whom they thought was responsible for shooting a member of their cell during a botched bank raid. Now the specific act that got Soccer Mom the one way walk to the procedure room was hiding plastic explosive in her home and hauling it to her little friends in her big shiny SUV. As you can imagine Peggy wasn’t very fond of this female.

Anyway I am sure Soccer Mom had planned to look brave and unfazed on her final walk. Unfortunately the preliminaries had badly shaken her and when she stepped out of the holding cell she saw the long hall to the procedure room lined with folks many with palmcams and other cameras happy to record her bare assed state, her resolve crumbled and Soccer Mom dissolved into tears. She cried a lot as Peggy towed her down the hall. She kept on crying when Peg and Susan hauled her into the procedure room.. By then the tall brunette’s resolve was completely dissolved and between sobs and shakes she was reduced to pleading for her life. She actually started peeing herself before they could even get her on the execution table. After Susan and Peg wrestled the now hysterical female onto the table they put her in three point restraint and got her legs spread and in restraints. Then Susan shoved a pedestal mirror into place so the quest of honor could get a good view of what was transpiring and Peg whipped out the shaving soap and safety razor. I doubt if it was real sharp and she seemed to knick Soccer Mom in her sensitive place a few times. But that pain was the least of her worries in a short while. Susan handed Peg a long item packed in medical wrappings and Peg pulled off the wrapper to reveal something that looked like a cross between a huge dildo and a bug sprayer.

Without bothering to lubricate weeping Soccer Mom, Peggy just started to jamb the front end into the hysterical female’s woman hole and shove hard. Soccer Mom let out a shriek you could have heard in the next county. Then when she was satisfied it was in as far as she could shove it Peggy depressed the start button and the demon device started to pump measured doses of aero soled poison into Soccer Mom. As I said she was a strong fit looking woman.with a flat hard belly, little breast droop, and well muscled legs and arms. The Brunette really fought the effects of the poison. She yelled and screamed and tried to use her muscles to jerk the cruel appliance out of her vagina. All to no avail, but she did put on a very animated performance for about 30 minutes. By then the poison was coursing through her veins and her strength ebbing. For the last half hour of her life she just gasped and cried and emitted low moans and whimpers. Finally she stopped and went flat line. Peggy unfastened her with a look of real satisfaction and rolled her face first onto a gurney. so that her trip to the morgue would be ass up. A number of palmcams caught her departure bare assed and unshrouded on the gurney. I can understand the look of grim satisfaction Peggy had when an orderly wheeled what had been Soccer Mom away. The video cam caught all the action and by the next morning Soccer Mom was the latest addition to the ‘Terrorist Executed’ WebPages and from that the image of her last minutes was spread across the world. I imagine her family found it all a bit distressing seeing as her hubby was some big time lawyer and political fixer.

After we had revisited yesterday’s action Susan mentioned my upcoming session with Kelli. “I see you have scheduled to do the preprep exam personally. You are interested in this one. I never remember you doing anything like that before.”

“Yes”, I answered shortly, “I haven’t.”

“Well maybe you and that little redhead can get to really know each other. That sure wouldn’t be unusual here.”

“What are you saying?”

“Mark, don’t be an ass. You know as well as I that a the big majority of the terrorists and their accessories we process are women . Mostly women 40 and under too. A lot of them are horney as toads knowing what is coming real soon and plenty of the men here are happy to provide them a little diversion. There’s more fucking here than in a brothel.”

“I know all about that. I ‘m not into that.”

“Yeah, Mark, you are the iron man. All you do is act as the remorseless slayer.” There was a lot of irony in her words.

“I have my reasons. Establishing any rapport with the ones we finish here is not part of my agenda.”

“What is, Mark. Besides endless vengeance, you know like that guy in that old movie, uh, um, Jeremiah Johnson, that’s the one. You know spending years killing all those Indians and eating their livers to payback them killing his wife. Is that what you want to be?”

“I don’t know. Don’t want to talk about it.”

“Look, I like you to much to see you become so damaged as to be completely soulless. There are a couple people here who are never going to be anything but automatons. That’s not what I want you to be.”

“Well, why in hell are you still here?”

“Good question. I won’t be for much longer. When this six month trick ends I am not rolling it over to extend again. Sorry, I was going to tell you when the time seemed right.”

G-dammit, that means I have to partner with someone new.”

“Well that’s the least of your troubles. But, anyway, do you know why I came here?”

“Yeah, sure. Same as everyone else in processing you have a reason and I know in general what it is.”

“Yeah but I am going to tell you exactly why so you know why I am leaving.”

“Okay.” I was interested. I had never tried to pressure Susan to tell me what had happened in her life to bring this bright sunny disposioned suburban housewife to want to do what she did so well and so mercilessly.

“I say that I am a married mother of two. That’s true. Only I used to be a mother of three. My youngest, a little boy not quite two years old was spending a Saturday with my parents. They went to a movie and then chose the wrong fast food restaurant. It was one that some of these pricks we do here put a big bag of explosives under a booth. You remember the xxxx massacre as they called it. The perps were a bunch of teenage wannabe girl guerillas. Unfortunately they had all been dealt with before I got here. But anyway, I was like a manic zombie afterwards, either going around like a robot or lashing out at everyone around me. I was in therapy four, five times a week. It wasn’t doing much good. One day when I had gotten back to being slightly normal my therapist gave me a phone number and a name to ask for and recommend it I call. I did. The rest as they say is history. This place has enabled me to work out most of my rage and hatred. Although some of it will never go away. When I encounter some selfish stupid bitch like Soccer Mom who has kids herself my blood boils. She had everything most people only dream of with everything being such a mess as it is today and what does she do. She starts running with some young punks just to give her jaded life a kick. Well we gave her a kick alright. I just wish we could have taken a week to do her. That’s how much I hate her and her kind. The weekends I spend with my husband and kids are, well some are sad and some are really good. But I do feel human and I know its time to leave here. Bill and I are trying hard for me to once more become a mother of three. I’m staying till the end of this rotation because I signed up and because I want to help you if I can.”

“Help me how?” I asked incredulously.

“Help you to not become the killing machine you are turning into. I’ve seen how you look when you are finishing some femme terrorist. You don’t just execute them you make each event a little bit of hell brought to life.”

“And what do you do? I watched you make sure that barely legal we gassed took much longer than absolutely necessary to check out. She wasn’t the only one. I remember how long you took on that cheerleader terrorist wannabe. You got a real charge out of making her pee herself.”

“Yes, what you say is so. That’s why I am leaving when the rotation ends. There is a temptation to just enjoy sadistic pain infliction for its own sake. I am pretty much through with being the avenging angel of death. I want you to start moving that way too and maybe feeling something for this girl is your start.”

“maybe... we’ll see.”

“Have you decided how you are going to process her?”

“Yep, I’m going to use an asspump.”

“Well... ...whatever you feel you’re not letting her down easy. That procedure is guaranteed to be really painful.”

“Yep….what she did merits lots of pain.”

With that our conversation ended and we went back to pretending to do administrative work.

The next day was Wednesday when I had the session scheduled with Kelli. I found myself oddly distracted all afternoon. There was little work to fill the week. Susan and I had only one procedure assigned to us and that was Wednesday AM. A big very frightened black girl named Samantha Combs who had been caught acting as a courier for a terrorist group. I pretty much let Susan handle this one. It was a routine vaginal insertion. Peggy prepped her and Samantha lasted about a half hour and cried a lot. The slightly unusual part was that she had really big breasts which seem to convulse separately from the rest of her body. It was like watching an earthquake going on for a few minutes.

After the procedure I was just at loose ends and went to the exam room about an hour early. I didn’t need to. A guard brought Kelli in shackles to the room 15 minutes late. She was shackled with wrists behind her back and in ankle cuffs and obviously in a lot of discomfort. I signed off the transfer sheet for the guard and closed the door and latched it. I pointed the keyless release mechanism at the lock points between her wrists and ankles.

“Hand me the shackles one at a time .” I told her.

I looked at the deep red depressions in her wrists as she did.

“Those were over tight.” I said for lack of anything better.

“I’ve been in restraints for over an hour. The guards were moving prisoners around and they brought us all to a big room and just kept us standing until we were moved. Thanks so much for unlocking those. Can I ask a favor before we start?”

“Like what?” I said suspiciously.

“I need to pee really bad, can I use the toilet over there?" she said pointing at the commode in the corner.

“Yes, just be fast.”

“Thanks again.”

I waited looking the other way but alert to any funny business she might be planning. But she trotted right back and stood about a foot in front of me eyes downcast and still rubbing her wrists.

“Okay. Lets get going. This won’t take long and isn’t very complicated. First I have to ask you a few questions.”

“Okay”

“Tell me why you are here?”

“Because I did a lot of really bad stuff and now I have to be punished.”

I looked closely at her to see if she was being a smartass. No, she was looking at me with a steady gaze and her face and eyes reflected sadness, fear, and resignation. She was wearing a set of faded blue prison pajamas and shower flip-flops, her hair hung long and loose about her shoulders emphasizing the look of fragility and vulnerability.

“So, you think you should be here, is that right, Kelli.” It was the first time I had ever spoken her name to her.

“Yes, and I should be punished. I don’t want to be hurt but what I did was really bad. I hurt a lot of other people so its only fair if I get hurt real bad too.”

“If you knew you were committing bad acts why did you do them?”

“Long story.”

“I have time to listen. This is probably the last time you are going to have anyone who is.”

She winced a little and then gathered herself. “Well, my family life really sucked big time.”

“Oh God.” I said to myself, here it comes. My parents were meanies so I became a murdering bitch. How sick was I of that one.

“My parents didn’t really want children and were cold and remote and mean. The only good thing was my little brother, Ryan, he was like six younger than me. I pretty much raised him since mom was clearly not interested and Dad’s ideas of child rearing stopped with using a leather strap for anything that bothered him. Anyway I eventually finished school and moved out as soon as I could find a job and manage to rent a room. I still saw a lot of Ryan but it wasn’t like when I was living at home. I knew Ryan was dabbling with political radicalism but had no idea he was a member of a terrorist cell. Then one night the group he was in attacked a number of police stations. The cell he was in had been betrayed and all of them were killed in an ambush as they approached the police station. The next day there was Ryan and eight other male and female high school students sprawled on the pavement shot full of holes, The police left them there for a full day for anyone who wanted to stare. I had to go see him. He was laying on his back wearing a shirt I had given him with about a dozen bullet holes in him. I just lost it after that. Ryan was like my own child and I just wanted to get revenge.”

She took a deep breath and I could see she was still really stirred up about what she was talking about. “Do you want a drink of water or anything?” I asked.

“No.” she responded. “I was just beside myself and when one of Ryan’s teachers, his history teacher, a Ms. Van Camp came to visit me and asked me if I wanted to do anything to avenge his death I was ready.”

“You know what happened to Shirley Van Camp don’t you?”

“Yes she was killed about a month before I was caught. She and two other female high school teachers were trying to rob an armored car and the police were waiting.”

"Go On."

“I said yes of course I wanted to do something. So she introduced me to some people who provided me with pistols and information on the police officers I was to try to eliminate. I guess I was pretty good since I looked well harmless.”

“Who were these people?”

“Like I’ve told the police over and over, I never did know. Always met them at night and they wore masks and used some sort of voice disguise device. “

“Go on.”

“Not much else to say. I killed al the people I was charged with doing. After I was caught I realized what I had done and accept responsibility for it.”

“So you think you should be punished a lot for your actions.”

“Yes... yes, I ought be really hurt.”

“I am sure you will.”

At this she blushed and dropped her eyes.

“Lets do the rest now. Kelli sit down on the exam table, will you.”

I took out a stethoscope from the pocket of my smock and walker over to her. Her eyes stayed right on me. I unbuttoned the top of her pajamas and pulled them open. She had really pretty if somewhat small breasts. They had nice dark pink nipples and aureoles.

I put the stethoscope to her chest and listened. Her heart beat steady and strong.

I put the sthetescope back in the smock and carefully felt her breasts. They were very tight and firm the way small ones frequently are. I slid the pajama top off her shoulders and reached down and unsnapped the bottoms and drew them off. I pushed on her belly and felt below the top of her panties. Firm flesh and no tenderness.

“Kelli, lay on your stomach.” I directed.

She stretched out on the exam table resting her head on her wrists and watching me over her shoulder. I brushed her thick hair away from her back. and peeled her panties off her buttocks. She had a fine firm ass. Both cheeks were soft and pinky white. I reached for some disposable exam gloves and a tube of lubricant. Considering how I was going to execute her there was something I wanted to check. I spread some lubricating jelly on the gloved fingers of my right hand and grasped her left ass cheek with my left hand and spread her anus. I inserted the lubricated fingers and started to penetrate her rectum.

“MMMM... feels sort of good.” Kelli said. “Its not supposed to but it does.”

I chuckled and kept probing. No evidence she had inserted any kind of dam.

“You’re going to do me aren’t you?”

“Huh... what?” My fingers were still in her soft insides.

“Mark, that’s what your name plate says, you’re the one whose going to do me and seeing what you are doing you’re going to use an asspump. I heard that one of the guys I killed had a friend here and he was real hot to fix me. Oh God, its you. You’re going to torture me….” Her eyes filled with tears. “They really hurt and it can take a long time. Are you going to do that to me?” She started sobbing.

“Yep, I am Kelli. Just what you said what you did deserved a lot of punishment. And yes I am going to give you your final big punishment and yes I am going to do it this way.” With that I probed my fingers some more.

But’ I continued quietly ‘I am not going to keep hurting you just because I can. You know what you did was wrong and I am going to punish you for it. But I promise not to be brutal and cruel.” I had never said that to anyone before.

She recovered a bit some at my words. I withdrew from in her and peeled off the gloves and dropped them in the trash can... Kelli continued to watch me with an enigmatic expression. I gave her some Kleenex to wipe her tears.

She sighed and said “Well Mark, I guess I’m glad its you that’s going to do me. There are a lot of guys here that give me the shivers. They look at me like a piece of meat or like they what to see my head on a pole. That’s not you. You aren’t going to throw me any breaks but well…I’ve heard some stories about how some women are... are... like butchered here.”

I knew the horror stories lost nothing in the retelling and that they were a major part of the cell block gossip.

I put my hands on her shoulders and looked in her eyes and said “I’m not going to slaughter you or anything like that. Nobody is going to do anything grossly abusive and I promise I will be with you all the way to the end. You have my word on that.”

“I know that and maybe it sounds crazy but I really want your hands on me when I’m ‘processed’ as they call it. You are going to hurt me terribly…So much that I will die from it . But, but you won’t just abuse me for sport.”

With a look of relief she rolled off the examining table and pulled her panties back into place. Kelli stood looking at me. A lovely slender nearly naked vision of vulnerable womanhood with her long red hair cascading about her shoulders. I walked towards her and took her face between my hands and drew her lips to mine and kissed her hungrily.

She pressed her warm flesh against me.

“God, Mark, fuck me please... do it really hard.”

I broke lip contact and looked at her face. Was there some trick. Not likely just a lovely wounded babe craving some compassion and release before her last pain filled minutes would arrive. I wanted to sex her and kill her both. I wanted to feel the deepest intimacy with her and I wanted to see her doubled up in excruciating pain with her life force ebbing away. It was all really confused. “Okay, Kelli, that sounds good to me.”

I put my arm around her shoulders and we walked the few steps to the single bed at the end of the room. She sat on the steel bunk and watched me as I peeled out of my clothes.

“My, you are ready.” She said looking at my erection. It had been a real long time since I had seen one like that myself.

Kelli shed her panties and rolled onto her back her legs spread welcomingly. I wasted no time on preliminaries and slid inside her and started a series of short hard strokes. I could hear myself grunting each time I hit bottom. Her eyes were closed and she was gripping me tightly as I kept up the tempo. It had been so long and it felt so good. Suddenly I couldn’t contain myself any long and exploded in her in one coruscating flash. I lay spent on her slender body pulling my thoughts together.

She spoke first. “It must have been a long time since you did that.”

“Yah, yeah it was.’

I reached for some wipes and started to gently clear away the leavings of my action.

“Now, its time for me to do something for you.”

I started kissing her neck and shoulders while my fingers worked their way down her body . When my lips found her tight little breasts my fingers found the cleft between her legs. I started to push in gently moving my fingers around. Soon two of them were in her to the second knuckle and her eyes were smoldering. We said nothing and I continued my rhythm while my lips caressed her belly and navel. She moaned sweetly and shivered.

I kept working lower until my tongue found the saltiness of her woman place. She moaned again and ripples of passion ran through her body. I kept systematically tonguing her sex and caressing her slender body. I was getting another erection as hard as the first.

I rolled over beside he and pulled he to me parting her lips of Venus and entering her passion canal. This time was going to be slower and steadier than the first. I wanted badly to see her lose herself in passion. I felt her breathing coming shorter and faster as I stroked steadily inside her. Suddenly she started bucking and crying. Her action fired me off like a rocket. We both dropped spent into an embrace. A seeming eternity later I said.” We don’t have to leave here for a long time. Do you want to stay?”

Her response was to press her body against mine.

Next morning I sat drinking coffee with Susan.

“I am not going to cut her any big break in the procedure but I don’t want it to be a raw and painful as it can be.” I said.

Susan crossed her legs and looked at me searchingly. “Mark, she really has done something with you. You never did this for anyone else.”

“Yes... I just don’t want to...”

“You don’t want to inflict gratuitous pain is it, I think.”

“Yes, that’s it.”

“Okay here’s what we will do. I will contact the chemist and have them mix some tranquilizer with the materials to aero soled. That makes the pain less without reducing the effect of the material. Then we will need some privacy for the procedure. You know, it needs to be done early on Sunday morning when almost no one is around. I’ll tell you what. I want to talk to this lady and if she seems as special as I think she is I will make everything as good as I can for you.”

That afternoon as we were starting to get ready for a procedure on a young guerilla girl Susan motioned me aside.

“Kelli is a real sweetie and I’m not being smartass. She is genuinely contrite for her actions and wants to have punishment. I will arrange everything you can count on me. It will be done this Sunday morning. That’s just two days and a wakeup. She was scheduled to be processed Saturday morning and I put a hold for 24 hours on it. I also blocked procedure Room 1-A on the top level from 5Am to noon on Sunday. Let’s get this one taken care of and then we can talk some more.”

“Thanks Susan you really are a friend.”

Later that afternoon I had time for a quick visit with Kelli. The official rationale was we had forgotten to do the official photos during our last session. I popped the computer cam shots, front, back and side quickly and then told her what was going to happen. At first she was a bit shaken. “Oh..So soon.” Was her initial response. After I explained all the circumstances she looked more settled. Finally before I could say anything she asked. “Is there anyway I can see you tonight?’

Since the amount of sexual contact with the prisoners was epidemic I smiled and said sure. I would have a guard move her after dinner to my office area. Kelli gave be a big smile and a warm kiss and with that I took her back to her assigned area.

The afternoon wore by with a lot of busywork and I wondered where Susan was. At last she showed up.

“Mark, unless you have some strong objection I think I have everything set for Sunday morning.”

“Tell me the details.”

“Ok, before dinner on Saturday Kelli will be moved from her group cell to a holding cell. I will see she gets only a light supper. After that I will come back and give her a mild laxative and before lights out a mild sleeping aid. We don’t want her semi-comatose the next morning. On Sunday all you have to do is show up at the procedure room around 6:45. I and an assistant will do all the prepping. Its girl stuff anyway that you don’t want to be involved with..”

The ‘girl stuff’ I knew was the full body cavity search, deep enema and antiseptic wash that had to be performed. I knew Susan and who ever else with her would be through but gentle with this.

“By the way who is going to assist?’

“OH yeah. Its going to be Jody Pope. The new girl.”

“Lord all she does is cry. She feels sorry for these women, almost al of them. And on top of it she seems to be developing strong bi desires.”

“Yes Jody is a bit weepy, and in spite of having her new police officer husband blown away in front of her by girl guerillas she is frequently to sympathetic. However, she is really good in calming the young females down as much as possible. There is a lot of all femme stuff that goes on here you don’t see. Its unofficial policy that processing underage girls is done only by women.. What, you seem startled? What do think happens to these 15, 16 and 17 year old girls caught as guerillas or terrorists or their abettors.

Now women like Soccer Mom can fry in hell as far as I’m concerned. Its another thing to have to do a lethal injection on a 15 year old girl who was just stupid about her decisions.

Jody is really good with them, so she’s gentle and firm and that’s who I want helping with Kelli.. As far as the bi part, Jody is just real affectionate that’s all.”

“Ok, ok, weepy Joy it is.”

“Actually Jody is a lot tougher than you credit her for. I’ve seen her in action where the word weepy would only be relevant to the people she was working on.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Ok, the women here normally don’t talk about the ‘special processing’ events but since you are going to be working with jody when I leave I guess I better tell you.”

“What, exactly is ‘special processing’?

“It’s the unofficial term we girls use for processing very young subjects. Only female personnel are involved in these events.”

“I thought that those rules about age of responsibility had just gone into effect and we had not received any prisoners condemned under those provisions.”

“That’s true. However for some time individuals 12 and above have been treated as fully responsible and tried by special informal courts and then processed her and at other centers.”

“So this is all off the books and really illegal?”

“I suppose. But all of the subjects have been clearly guilty of doing something that led to the death of another person. We are more discriminating here than other places. I know for a fact that at another center a nine year old male and a ten year old female were subjected to lethal gas for being involved in a terror bombing. I have seen the video of the whole thing. Watched the whole nine yards. Saw them stripped and put in restraint and given enemas and then gassed. Gassed real slow and painful. Took nearly an hour for the whole thing to go down. Not pretty at all but I have to admit both of those little terrorists had it coming.”

“So Jody has done that sort of thing?”

“Yep we all have.”

“Why just the women doing this. Being mothers in many cases must make it really tough.”

“Yeah, but it is strictly voluntary. A lot of females here have had children killed by terrorists so the idea of child terrorists makes them both sad and full of rage. Taking care of some little murderer seems like balancing the equation. “

“You’ve done these things?”

“Mark, you really don’t want to know all the things I have done here. But I am going to tell you about something Jody did last week so you shouldn’t have any further qualms about her holding up her end with you.”

“Such as.”

“Such as, last week we got three young male terrorists to take care of no questions asked. The oldest was thirteen, a real cocky obnoxious little punk the other two were twelve year olds. They had been lookouts for a couple of ambushes and a cop got killed in one. So these three were not going to escape by being a little young. Anyhow Jody specifically asked to handle the three of them. I was a little reticent on that but since her husband was a cop murdered in an ambush I figured she had the nod. Well she wasn’t weepy Jody with this trio. She was cold as ice and like a shark. The oldest kid tried to act the threatening punk with her and she dragged him out into the middle of the execution room and forced him to strip naked while she pummeled him. When she had this little thug naked as the day he was born she pulls out a short barreled .32 and pumps two slugs into his belly. The second round tore a nice big hole right above his pecker. The absolutely most painful wound that a male can get. She did it deliberately and then dragged his two cohorts over and made them watch their former leader die slow and painful. Then when all punkboy could do was whimper a little laying in a big pool of his blood she told his two buddies to strip down and go lay belly down on an execution table. There is no bigger humiliation to a twelve year old boy than to have to drop his pants in front of a bunch of adult females. There we all stood looking at these kids without a drop of sympathy between us. God their eyes were big with fear. The fear of their coming deaths. They were going to have their being dissolved and they knew it and we knew they knew it and were loving every minute of it. Pure unadulterated fear was in their eyes and those little bastards deserved it all. They were bawling like infants by the time Jody carefully physically inspected them thrusting her gloved fingers up their rectums. She was thoroughly enjoying the preparatory humiliation for the real pain filled next act.”

“Those were to really frightened boys and with good reason. She didn’t even bother to really secure them she just told them to lay still as she stuck a poison suppository in each of their ass holes. She really liked carefully forcing that hard cruel thing up their rectums. You could tell by how carefully she did it. You could hear both boys gasp through their cries and sobs when she stuck those things in them. She meant it to hurt. Just a little hurt in front of the really big hurt to come. She deliberately picked the kind of suppository that contains a raw pain generating poison. Its like rat poison and she said she wanted the little rats to get exactly what they deserved. Then she walked around to the front of the tables and watched them die, crying their eyes out. She even rolled one boy on his side so he could get a good look at his friend’s agonies and whispered something into his ear. I later asked her what had said. Her reply was she was telling him how good looking he was dying and how much she enjoyed his pain. Telling him how big his dick was and how it was to bad he would never get to use it with a woman and how glad she was to be the woman that finished him and his friend. Then she grabbed the kid’s dick and gave it a hard twist so he peed himself. She did the same to the other kid just to emphasize that she was discraceing them as she killed them. Before she jerked the other kid’s wang she almost lovingly caressed his back and ass and belly. She told him how good he looked and how glad she was to be the woman who got to kill him. I have never seen a more concentrated display of pure hate the whole time I have been here.”

“Jeeze.” Was all I could say after that. Jody would be a fine partner I was sure.

“One other thing mark, Kelli is scared to death. I spent some more time with her this afternoon. I pretty much walked her through what was going to happen and what to expect. Even so I have to say that the only thing holding her together seems to be that you all are spending tonight and I hope tomorrow night together.”

“I was afraid of that but it doesn’t surprise me.”

“Give her something good, Mark. Kelli isn’t the usual of what we see here.”

“I will”, I said and I did. For the next two nights we were entwined for most of the hours of darkness. Its amazing how much you can come to know and feel about a woman without speaking very much.”

Saturday night came and I spent a restless one tossing and waking many times. I saw in the mind’s eye what would happen. Susan stepping into the small holding cell with Jody behind her. Turning the light up and shaking Kelli’s shoulder. “Its time.” She would say. Kelli would shuffle out of the cell in her blue prison pajamas and they would walk to prep. The halls would be ghostly silent with just the buzz of the overhead lights. Into the prep room and Kelli would be told to undress as Jody made the final adjustments on the enema. I didn’t think any more. A little after six I finished showering, put on a clean set of scrubs and headed off to the procedure room.

I stepped quietly inside. This was one of the big procedure rooms on the top level. In a pinch as many as three procedures could be done simultaneously. But, as far as I knew this had only been done once with the execution of the Lagrange sisters. Now,there they were. Kelli was wearing just a t-shirt and panties. The usual last costume for someone about to go her way. She was sitting on the end of the injection table crying softly with Jody hugging her and Susan wiping away her tears. I’m afraid”, I heard her say softly.

Susan saw me and smiled and gestured for me to come over.

“Glad you came early. Kelli wants to see you for a while before, well before it starts.”

“Yeah,.” Jody interjected, “we hoped you would want to help undress her.”

“Or, maybe.”, Susan said walking over to a screen she pushed aside,” Maybe you all would like to something else for a while.”

In back of the screen was a regular metal single bed complete with mattress and clean linen.

“Jody and I are going to have coffee for about an hour. Say some sweet goodbyes you two.” Susan said as she headed out the door.

As soon as the door closed I reached Kelli and pulled her into my arms. In between the hungriest and deepest of kisses she gasped. “Do everything to me so you can remember.”

That’s what I tried to do for the next hour or more. At the end of the time we both were drained. In my mind I wished we were a regular couple with nothing but all of Sunday to have sex together ahead of us. But we weren’t and what was ahead was a lot of pain for Kelli and the dissolution of her person..

We were toweling off avoiding saying anything when Susan and Jody returned. Nothing was said other than Susan saying she would go ahead and lubricate Kelli. I turned away not wanting to watch that or her settling belly down on the execution table. I fixed a length of disposable tubing to a narrow plastic dispersing head and hitched it to the pump mechanism. I turned around. There was nothing else to say. Kelli was face down on the table and Susan stood by ready to assist. Jody was tearing up and stroking Kelli’s back to distract her. I nodded to Susan and she grasped both of kelli’s buttocks and spread them apart. I carefully took my left hand and spread her anus some more and thrust the dispenser head in with my right. Kelli gave a little grunt but it went in nice and smooth. Susan released the Kelli’s buttocks and I continued to push tubing in until it came to a firm stop. Nothing more to do. I reached back and flicked on the full manual switch on the pump. I wanted to do this one personally. I hit the bellows button smartly twice and could feel the cold aero soled gas shoot up into the redhead’s insides. I motioned for the two women to flip Kelli over on her back and fasten a single large restraint across her middle pinning her arms to her sides. I knew no matter how passive she was she would soon be wild to pull the hose feed out of her rectum..

I watched Kelli’s face closely. She bit her lower lip to hold back crying out in fear as she felt the frigid material pour into her insides. Already the pain in her rectum was starting.

I waited two minutes and pushed the bellows switch again. A real long one this time.

A fatal dosage had probably already been administered but the concentration of it would have taken hours to cause mortality. I tried to smile and radiate a calm assurance to Kelli that I didn’t feel, I knew she was in a lot of pain already and the pain would only get worse. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes. Tears of pain and fear. Her eyes were wide and vivid with her growing hurt. Whatever she had been told nothing could really prepare her for these minutes. The medical rationale for this form of execution was impeccable. The large number of blood vessels that encircle the final section of the large intestine make the rectum the ideal channel for introducing lethal chemicals prepared in an aerosol compound. These compounds revert to liquid state from the body temperature of the condemned. The liquid adheres to the wall of the intestine and is absorbed into the blood stream through the numerous blood vessels. The poison then works through the circulatory system destroying organ function by paralysis. The organ paralysis is most profound nearest to the point of introduction. Thus the digestive organs are the most radically affected. This is why this procedure is so painful as the intestines, stomach, spleen, and other parts of the digestive system violently shut down.

I had been fully aware of what this sort of execution did. I had inflicted it on plenty of individuals before Kelli. Now I was watching her suffer its agonies. She kept biting down on her lower lip to keep from screaming as the waves of pain rolled through her body. These pain spasms would increase in frequency until eventually all she would feel was pain. The pain would be most intense in her guts but it would spread throughout her body. Then when it spread in sufficient intensity to her heart it would stop beating.

Before then, however, was her punishment. Punishment through burning , unquenchable pain.

I reached over and commenced massaging her still soft and lovely belly. What looked only like a man giving a woman an intimate massage was actually integral to the procedure. Massage of the belly helped cause the muscles to absorb the lethal materials faster. So as I touched the flesh I had so recently lovingly caressed I was trying to help Kelli end sooner. “Take deep breaths,” I said, “It makes it go quicker.”

She nodded but I could tell already it was hard for her to concentrate on anything but the pain coursing through her body. Already her belly muscles were tightening up. When they grew hard and stiff it was then only a matter of time. I punched the bellows button every couple minutes, knowing that it was bringing her more pain but that the higher the concentration the shorter the agony. Soon she couldn’t keep herself from crying out in pain and she began to sob continually. My hands traveled down her lower belly. Already it was stiff and rigid. I pulled a chair up and sat down. There was nothing else to do but wait and watch and listen to her sobs growing weaker as the pain grew stronger.

Kelli held on to her life for nearly an hour after the procedure started. For over half that time all I did was sit and watch as the gas killed her. Her face reflected the battle as the color drained from it and her eyes gradually dimmed. In the last period her body was wracked by the final spasms of dying and she gasped and moaned softly. I leaned over knowing the end was at hand and watched the light fade from her eyes. There was a final choking breath and she was gone. I stood up and put on another pair of exam gloves and extracted the dispenser head and the tubing, uncoupled it from the pump and threw them into the medical waste container.. Susan reached over and closed her eyes and recorded the official time of demise, 8:32 AM.. Jody had a set of prison pajamas and set to dressing what had been Kelli. I called for the morgue crew and sat down feeling empty and drained. I knew when my rotation ended in December I would be leaving. Between then and now there would be many more scenes like this morning although there would be no woman I would get close to like Kelli.

Copyright by Lawrence Srone (2002).

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