This story is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary, the settings and characters are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
Peking Event
Wearing a white blouse bordered in red, a short white skirt and beige ankle
boots, Sam Ki Li was led from the courthouse. The authorities in Peking had
decided that a crackdown on drugs dealing was needed and they had started with
Tianamen Square. Li was a 20 year old student with short dark hair and a slim
build who supplied cannabis to her student friends and didn’t think of it as
drugs dealing, yes, she made a little extra cash to help her while she was at
university, but she wasn’t a real drugs dealer.
Unfortunately for Li, the court didn’t take the same view. The maximum penalty
for drugs dealing in China had always been death, but in recent years that had
been reserved for those dealing large quantities of hard drugs like heroin and
cocaine, but no more. The Government had decided that it would stamp out drugs
dealing once and for all, and to do this, all convicted drugs dealers would be
put to death, whatever the commodity or quantity.
When Li heard the sentence, she collapsed and had to be revived by the two
police officers that were assigned to escort her. Eventually she recovered
herself enough to ask how and when. The senior police officer in the Dark Green
uniform with the flat peaked cap of the Chinese police force told her that the
sentence was death by shooting, to be carried out immediately.
The two officers picked Li up and holding her by wrist and elbow, led her out of
the court and along the crowded street to where the dark green prison van that
would take her on her last ride, was waiting. As she was led to the van, Li
could not help but be amazed at the incongruousness of it all, here she was on a
busy street, everyone around her going to work or about their business, whilst
she was going to a place to die violently.
She climbed into the back of the van, was sat on the wooden bench seat along the
side and was quickly handcuffed to the rail behind. The two police officers sat
down, one each side of her. The one nearest the front of the van, banged twice
on the wall at the back of the cab, and the van pulled away.
Li was quiet for a few moments, then turned to the police officer to her left
and asked
“What happens when we get there…will it hurt?”
The police officer thought for a moment, and said,
“Whatever happens, it’s quick, most prisoners die instantly, so I don’t think
that it hurts or if it does, it doesn’t hurt a lot. When we get there, the
procedure’s quite simple. We get out of the van, we walk with you to a post set
near the side wall of an old quarry we use for this sort of thing, you strip, we
tie you to the post and the firing squad shoot you.”
Li was quiet for a moment then said, “Do I get a blindfold or something?”
“No” said the policewoman, “The firing squad will shoot you from behind, so
there’s no need”
Li fell silent, thinking about what was going to happen to her, as the van
swayed from side to side as it turned off the main road. The two police officers
talked desultorily for a few moments, and then the van turned a sharp corner,
braked and came to halt.
The back doors swung open, and another police officer looked in.
“Is this the one? Aren’t they getting younger” he remarked, “never mind, if
they’re found guilty that’s good enough for me. Lets get on with it then”,
Li’s escorts unhandcuffed her and taking her by wrist and elbow, one each side,
led her from of the van.
In front of her was quite a large basin, scooped from the sandstone that
surrounded the city. It was obviously an old quarry as the policewoman had told
her. To one side was a line of wooden posts about the height of a man, each with
a metal restraining ring set at about waist height. To the other side, stood 6
tall policemen clad in dark green, their caps flat on their heads, their rifles
in their hands, standing around, talking and smoking.
As her escort started walking her towards a post in the middle of the line, Li
heard the senior officer call his men to order and out of the corner of her eye,
she saw them form up into a line, at a position of parade rest, their rifles now
tightly to their sides.
She felt as if her legs were made of lead, and it seemed to take an eternity to
reach the place where her life would end, but eventually they reached the
assigned spot and her escort released her arms.
“Right, “Said the senior of the two officers “Lets have you stripped”
Standing with her back to the firing squad, Li pulled her white and red blouse
over her head, then handed it to the more junior police officer, revealing as
she did so that she was wearing a very flimsy white bra. She shook her head so
that her hair fell back into place, clear of her eyes, then reached behind her
back and undid her bra. She pushed the straps down her arms, one after the other
and let the bra fall free of her breasts, handing this too to the police officer.
Her breasts were small and almost pubescent, although this impression was
somewhat contradicted by the long hard nipples in their centres.
“Now the skirt” The other officer ordered.
Li felt behind her, found the zip and without looking, pushed it down, the skirt
falling from about her slim waist, down her legs, to pool around her ankles
encased in their short beige boots, revealing to the firing squad watching from
a short distance away, the tight hard bottom of a young woman, clad just in a
pair of simple white panties.
She stepped out of the skirt and the police officer picked it up.
“The panties!”
Embarrassed as well as frightened now, because although no virgin, she had never
been naked in front of more than her boyfriend, she pushed her panties down her
legs, revealing her plump, smoothly shaven sex. Stepping out of the panties, she
looked enquiringly at the police officers, unsure what to do next.
“Turn Around”, the police officer ordered. Li turned to face the firing squad,
her heart pounding and her stomach churning, one hand covering her breasts, the
other her groin.
The officer commanding the firing squad then read out the charge that she had
been convicted of and the sentence passed, and then ordered her escorts to
“Secure the prisoner!”
They turned her around, her back to the firing squad, pulled her hands away from
her body and secured them with plastic ties to the restraining ring fixed to the
post, then once they had done so, the junior officer said quietly,
“Don’t worry, it will be quick now” and both police officers walked back out of
the line of fire, leaving Li, naked apart from her boots, ready for the firing
squad.
The officer commanding the firing squad the commenced the final act, giving
commands in a crisp clear voice.
“Squad load!”
She heard the rattle of bullets being drawn into the chambers of the rifles and
the clatter of the firing bolts being pushed home. She screwed up her face and
tensed the muscles in her back in anticipation of the pain shortly to come.
“Aim!”
She heard the smack of wood against flesh as the butts of the rifles were
brought against the shoulders of the police officers who were going to kill her,
Her stomach turned over and she couldn’t breathe and to her horror, she felt her
bladder relax, a stream of pale yellow urine squirting out from between her legs
and down onto the sand beneath her.
“Fire!”
There was a roar as six rifles exploded as one, the bullets almost instantly
ripping into the soft flesh of her back, exiting through her small breasts with
their erect nipples and forcing her forwards onto her knees. The pain was
intense but short lived, and the watching policeman saw her head fall forward
and her eyes roll up in her head as she lost consciousness, then fell to her
left as if she were going to land on her back, her legs spreading as she did so,
but was suddenly restrained by the bindings attaching her to the ring fixed to
the post.
The watching soldiers could see a pretty girl lying motionless, her breasts
spattered with blood, her hands still tied to the post stopping her lying flat
on her back, her head back, hair trailing in the dirt, legs spread, now wet from
the urine she discharged as fear made her lose control of her bladder, the pink
of her nether lips clearly visible to everyone.
The senior escort moved forward and placing a hand on Li’s bloody breast, felt
for a heartbeat. There was none. The firing squad had done their job well and
the world was better for the death of a drugs dealer. Li’s body would be
photographed as it lay there so that it could be shown on anti drugs posters
across the country as a warning to other dealers. She would then be taken away,
cremated and the ashes returned to her relatives for burial.
Copyright by Alex Hudson (2004).