Last Dawn

In the early light of dawn, she stared down into the freshly dug trench and shivered. She could see the pools of water left by the overnight rain and the insects and worms scuttling about their interrupted lives.

Her name was Alyson. She was (or had been) a student at Metro University. She was 22 years old and would never get any older. Today was the last day of her life; she had been brought to this place to be killed.

A slim, slightly built, blonde, closely resembling Buffy from the TV show Buffy the Vampire Slayer, she stood about 5’ 2” tall and weighed about 110 pounds. Her shoulder length hair was pulled up into a high cheerleader style ponytail and she wore a short, white dress with black and red flowers printed on it, with a thin black belt at her waist and black high heeled sandals. Her hands were clasped across her chest as if to ward off a blow

Alyson had been found guilty of murder and sentenced to die by firing squad, although in fact she had not actually killed anyone. She had been one of the leaders of a student protest against government oppression (although in point of fact the students were well looked after with free education, food and lodging and the freedom to study any subject they so choose. People could vote in open local elections and even election to the Senate was open and fair. It was only that the highest office of all, which was only open to members of the Imperial family and that, was what the students objected to).

The protest had gotten out of hand and turned into a riot and a number of police officers and bystanders had been killed. Scapegoats were needed and Alyson and the two friends now standing next her waiting to die were conveniently available. The trial had been short. They could not nor did deny that they had organised the protest. That the protest had caused the riot and consequentially the deaths was a matter of fact, so their guilt was assured, as were their deaths, for execution was the mandatory penalty for all murder and manslaughter cases except for “Crimes of Passion” which this clearly was not.

They had been well treated during their short stay in prison; whilst their lawyers went through the inevitable and inevitably futile appeals process, which resulted in confirmation of sentence and a directive from the Emperor to carry out the sentence as soon as possible. That was yesterday, and this morning they were scheduled to die.

At least their deaths would be quick. Not for them, the slow death of a hanging, choking as they dangled from a rope, their faces turning purple, breasts heaving futilely as they tried to get the one last lungful of oxygen, loosing control of their bowels and bladders as they died. Their deaths would be swift and bloody. In a short while, they would be made to strip. They would then kneel down in front of the men who would kill them, the crime and the sentence would be read out, and then they would die! The sentence no longer carried out by a line of soldiers with rifles, too many prisoners survived the first volley and had had to be finished off with a bullet to the head, which were distressing to the soldiers and caused unnecessary pain and suffering to the prisoners. Three short bursts of automatic fire into each prisoner was the method now, one to the groin, one to the stomach and one to the breast. This at least guaranteed a successful kill, even if the process was slightly humiliating for the prisoners.

Alyson was both frightened and angry, and had spent most of her last night alternatively crying and ranting about the unfairness of her sentence, but had now resigned herself to her fate. This was due in part to the warning the three of them had been given, when the officer in charge of the firing squad had visited them just before dawn, to explain the process to be followed. He had explained that they were going to die – they could die the easy way, or they could die the hard way. The easy way was simple – if they did as they were told, without question and without hesitation, he could guarantee that not only would their deaths be quick, they would also be relatively painless, for as he said, the shock of the bullets entering their bodies was such that the bodies own defence mechanism would numb the pain; at least for a short while. If on the other hand they did not co-operate, he could equally guarantee that they would not die quickly – but would die writhing in agony from a gut shot, whilst he and his men looked on.

As she stood there, Alyson felt her fear rising for she knew she had only minutes to live. She could feel her heart pounding, and her stomach was churning. She felt sick. She looked across to her two friends. Both looked frightened and she could see them both struggling to control their feelings.

The nearest – Michelle, a tall girl in her mid twenties, her long dark hair reaching midway down her back, wearing the simple white blouse, short dark skirt and black boots that she had worn for the trial, was breathing heavily, her full breasts quickly rising and falling as she struggled to control her feelings.

The third of the trio, Tina, was a small slim blonde like Alyson, a narrow pair of gold rimmed glasses perched on her snub nose, was wearing a short sleeve white T shirt, belted at the waist, that reached to just above her hips revealing a strip of lightly tanned flesh above a very small pair of white panties, the shadow of her pubic triangle faintly visible through the thin material and a pair of white ankle boots. She had originally intended to wear a pair of tight black jeans for her last walk, but at the last minute had been told by the officer in charge to take them off before they left their cell as, to quote his words, “they take too long to take off, once the process has started”. Tina’s eyes were wide and Alyson could see her swallowing repeatedly as the fear took hold.

“Ok Ladies, lets get this over with!” Alyson jumped as the officer spoke and for a moment, she thought she was going to loose control of her bladder. “Can you turn round please, so that the trench is behind you, and then make sure you are standing about 6 foot apart, one in front of each of my men”.

As Alyson turned round, she saw three soldiers standing in a line about 15 feet in front of her. The soldiers, one man and two women, all in their twenties, each wearing the blue and grey combats of the Ministry of The Interior were all carrying automatic rifles and were wearing pistols at their belts. The officer, a senior Lieutenant was standing to the right of his men. All looked slightly uncomfortable, for they were all conscripts and this was not a duty they had performed very often.

“Ok, you understand how this works?” The officer asked, “I’ll tell you to strip, once you’re all naked, I’ll tell you to kneel down, and when you do, make sure you legs are spread as far as you can- it will help brace you against the bullets to ensure maximum penetration ….”

“…And gives you a good look at what’s between our legs” thought Alyson.
…”Once you’re ready we’ll carry out the sentence, one by one. Tina will be first. The soldier opposite her will step forward, fire three short bursts into her, then he will step back and then the next soldier will step forward and so on” the officer continued. “Any questions?”

Alyson looked at her friends; both were trembling, but managed to shake their heads.

“No” responded Alyson “Lets get this over with”.

The Officer nodded, opened his mouth and called his men to attention, then turning to face the three women, ordered in a loud voice, “The prisoners will strip for their execution!”

Alyson’s heart felt as if it had missed a beat. She was going to die. She knew that in a few minutes she would be nothing more than a heap of bloody lifeless flesh lying in a ditch. Fear would change nothing. There was nothing she could do about it, what was going to happen was inevitable. Fear was about the unknown, the uncertain, but she did know what was going to happen and as the realisation hit her, her fear suddenly left her.

Taking a deep breath and looking straight ahead, Alyson dropped her arms, and started to strip.

She undid her belt, then reaching behind her; she released the neck catch on her dress and unzipped it to the waist. Pulling her arms out of her sleeves, the dress dropped to her waist, revealing a pair of small pointed breasts unencumbered by a bra, her rose pink nipples stiffly erect. Feeling the soldier’s gaze fall on her, she blushed, for although no virgin, she had never gone topless in public and certainly not naked as she was soon to be.

Heart pounding, she tried to focus only on the task at hand and to block out the knowledge that once she was naked, what would follow shortly would be fear and pain and death.

Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her dress, she pushed it over her hips, where it hung for a second, before dropping to land in a pool of black, red and white around her ankles, leaving her standing in just a black thong and her high heeled black sandals. Stepping forward out of the material, she paused for a second and looked to her left. She saw that Tina was already naked except for her ankle boots, her overall light tan complementing the blonde of her hair and showing that she regularly sunbathed in the nude.

As Alyson watched, she fell to her knees in front of the soldier who was to kill her, her small breasts, nipples erect, bouncing slightly as she did so, the neatly trimmed puff of hair between her legs attracting the glace of at least one of the soldiers.

Michelle too was now naked except for pair of bright red panties. A pair of panties that she pushed down over her hips as Alyson watched, the action revealing her smoothly shaven pubis, a prominent mound of Venus with a deep cleft in the centre clearly visible. Michelle skin too was tanned, but unlike Tina, the white bikini marks were clearly visible on her full breasts and at her groin. She pushed the panties down to her ankles, stepped out of them, then turned, bent down and picked them and the other clothes she had discarded up, and threw them into the trench behind her. Turning back, she looked at Alyson and said simply.

“I think this is it. Goodbye and thanks for being my friend!” Then she too fell to her knees.

Alyson’s heart nearly broke at that moment and tears started to well up in her eyes, when she heard the officer clear his throat, and realised that he was telling her to “get on with it!” Sniffing, she wiped her eyes with the back of her wrist, and blinking hard to keep back any further tears, she pushed her thong down to her knees, then down to her ankles. Stepping out of the thong, she stood back up and like Michelle bent down, picked up her clothes and turned throwing them into the trench where she would soon be joining them.

She moved to cover her groin, but as she did so, she realised that at this stage, any form of modesty was pointless and let her hands drop to her sides. Her groin too was shaven, but unlike Michelle, Alyson had retained a thin strip of blonde hair above her sex.

She took a deep breath to try and calm her racing heart, then like Tina and Michelle before her; she too fell to her knees. The grass was damp on her naked flesh and she could still feel the chill of the night in the soft earth. She heard the birds sighing and the wind in the distant trees and the faint odour of baking bread from the prison’s kitchen and as she did so, she realised that she would never hear or feel or smell these things again, and as she did so she felt a deep sadness, a sadness that she knew would never lift.

Once the three women were on their knees, the Lieutenant walked up to each of them in turn, pulling their arms back behind them, securing their wrists with a cable tie. Once he had secured all three, he walked back in front of them, looking each of them up and down in turn, then nodded almost to himself, turned around and walked back to stand alongside his men.

He looked across at them, then at the women again and when he was certain all was ready, he put his hand in his pocket and drew out the execution warrant which he then proceeded to read out.

“You have all been charged with and found guilty of murder! The sentence is death! Do you have anything to say before sentence is carried out?

As he said this, Alyson shivered. It was real; she really was going to die here today. They all were! She had known all along this was going to happen, but although it had been frightening, it had felt like a dream, not something that was really going to happen to her. Not anymore. In a few seconds she would take her last breath and minutes after that her naked and bleeding body would be buried in the trench behind her like so much rubbish!

“Nothing to say?” The officer repeated. Alyson looked at her friends... Michelle was shaking violently, tears were dripping down her face, and as she watched she shook her head. Alyson turned back to speak, when she heard Tina say,
“I’m sorry, we didn’t mean for those people to die. Please make it quick”

The officer nodded his head.

“We will”, then turning to the soldiers he gave the order “In sequence, carry out the sentence!”

As Alyson watched, the soldier in front of Tina stepped forward. She saw Tina flinch and shut her eyes. The soldier pulled the butt of his rifle into his shoulder and aimed at the helpless girl. He paused for a second to correct his aim, and then pulled the trigger, once twice, three times, each time raising his aim. The sound of the gun was deafening, but in the brief silence between bursts, Alyson was sure she heard the slapping thud as the bullets ripped into Tina’s body. She saw the bullets rip into her friend’s naked flesh, into her groin, her stomach and her breasts. She saw blood and gore spray out as the bullets tore out of Tina’s back.

As the bullets hit, Tina gasped, then without a further sound, she fell head first backwards into the trench, body twisting as she fell. There was silence for a fraction of a second, then a thud, followed by a sharp crack as she hit the bottom, snapping her neck as she did so.

The soldier stepped back, swinging his rifle back over his shoulder. As he stepped back, the soldier in front of Michelle stepped forward.

As she did so, Alyson felt her stomach churn, heart racing so fast; she thought it was going to rip itself from her chest. It was Michelle’s turn to die and after that, it would be her turn to feel the ripping pain, then the everlasting darkness would come…At least it had been quick for Tina, and Alyson suspected that she had felt little except the initial impact of the bullets…then nothing. She doubted she had even felt the fall into the trench, it had been that quick.

She saw Michelle’s jaw tense as she waited for the inevitable and the fists behind her back clenched as she waited for the impact of the bullets that would destroy her body, but her eyes were open and she no longer showed the extreme fear that had haunted her last few hours.

Unlike Tina who had faced the soldier directly, Michelle’s body was twisted slightly towards Alyson and she could see her friend’s breasts moving up and down as she took her last few breaths, then as the executioner had done with Tina, Michelle’s killer pulled the rifle into her shoulder, paused a second to confirm her aim, then opened fire. One, two, three bursts of automatic fire and it was over. This time Alyson could see the bullets land, red splashes appearing at her friends groin as the bullets ripped into her smoothly shaven mound of Venus, shredding her sex, another group of red splashes around her navel, as the bullets destroyed her stomach and other organs, then a final group of red appeared between her breasts destroying her heart and lungs, the wet splat of the bullet impacts clearly audible this time.

Michelle’s head jerked back with the force of the impact, sitting back down on her ankles as it did so. She stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, then her shoulders fell backwards and she too fell headfirst into the trench, her legs spreading widely as she fell, a stream of urine squirting from her ruined sex as she lost control of her bladder in death.

The soldier who had killed Michelle stepped back and as she did so, Alyson switched her gaze to the soldier who was to kill her. The soldier was a young woman, probably no more than eighteen years old, her long blonde hair drawn up into a pony tail, which trailed out behind the black beret she wore. She was very attractive although her features were too sharp to be conventionally pretty, she was tall and slim, and Alyson had no doubt that she was a heart throb around her barracks. As the soldier stepped forward, Alyson looked her directly in her eyes trying to see what SHE was feeling. She saw the soldier swing her rifle in front of her and pull it into her shoulder. Alyson watched the girl’s eyes and as the soldier sighted the rifle on her she saw intensity in the girl’s eyes she had rarely seen in another woman. For a moment, Alyson wondered what it was, then with a sudden burst of clarity she realised where she had seen that look. It was the look of a lover just before he enters a woman’s body – it was an intense arousal. The girl was aroused, that the thought of killing her was turning the girl on. That someone could be aroused by her death was a shock, but not as much as the fact that the realisation was turning her on too. She felt herself grow wet between her legs, almost wetter than she had ever been!

She felt her sex engorge and the lips of her sex gape. “God!” She thought “Could they see, could her executioner see she too was aroused?”

As she watched she saw the soldier’s eyes widen and a small smile appear on her face.

“Yes she could! And she liked it…” Alyson’s gaze moved to the gun pointed it her. It looked huge; the opening in the barrel appeared to be the size of a railroad tunnel. It wavered slightly then moved downwards a fraction. “She’s aiming right between my legs! She’s going to rape me with her bullets! Oh God, Oh God will it hurt…will it be quick…Oh God let it be quick”. Her chest was heaving now, she was struggling for breath, yet beneath it all she could feel a familiar throbbing in her groin, the throbbing that presaged an orgasm. “No it couldn’t be! Was the thought of death turning her on – her own death…” She didn’t know. Her thoughts were all confused. She looked back at the soldiers face, and as, she did so, she saw the soldier lick her lips, almost like a lion about to eat its prey, then smile as she pulled the trigger…

As the girl soldier pulled the trigger, time seemed to slow down for Alyson. Everything seemed to happen at a snails pace, She heard the click of the firing pin, as the trigger hit the first bullet, she saw the puff of smoke and the flash from the barrel of the rifle as the first bullet fired, then she felt a pain like the stabbing of a thousand knives between her legs, then into her stomach, and then between her breasts. She felt herself start to fall backwards as pushed by a giant hand, and as she did so, she felt the liquid gush of an orgasm burst in her groin as the heat of the bullets further stimulated her already engorged clitoris. The white heat of the orgasm and it’s ferocity unlike anything she had known in her short life fused out the pain and all she could feel was the burst of her orgasm, and the sensation of falling, then blackness and nothing…

The girl soldier took the rifle from her shoulder. She was smiling. Alyson had been right, the girl was aroused. She had enjoyed the killing, and would volunteer to do it again. She had seen the way Alyson’s sex had gaped just before she died and had seen the sparkle of her liquid arousal, deliberately sighting the first shots between Alyson’s nether lips, before raising her shots to start the killing process. She had seen the splashes of red appear as her bullets ripped into Alyson’s fair skin, but had also seen the flush of Alyson’s last orgasm appear on her neck and breasts, just before she had fallen back into the trench. That had turned her on more than anything she had ever experienced before, and it took all her willpower not put her start masturbating there and then.

With a deliberate effort of will she put her hands by her sides and waited for the officer’s next order. She could wait. There would be plenty of horny soldiers back at the barracks to give her the cum she so desperately needed. The young Lieutenant was good looking – maybe he was feeling the same way…

The Lieutenant strode over to the trench and looked down. The naked bodies of the three women lay unmoving, that of Alyson lying face up, legs apart, the raw bullet wounds in a clear line from groin to chest, across the body of Michelle which was lying on its side on the floor of the trench. Tina’s body was lying on its back at the edge of the trench, her head twisted almost backwards, her legs up against the side of the trench, one outstretched, the other folded back on it. None of the bodies were moving. The condemned prisoners were dead. The sentence had been carried out and justice had been done...

Copyright by Alex Hudson (2008).

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