Sins of the Flesh

Safura stood on her knees in front of the man, realizing that she was committing a crime for which she could be executed. She needed money to survive and these people were willing to pay good money to make a porno movie with Iranian girls. Safura was very pretty and just turned 16. She had long black hair and slim, tight body with small, but firm breasts and full lips. The camera man told her to move closer and take the man’s erect penis into her mouth. Safura did as instructed and slowly began to suck the man off. Just before the man came, he stopped and asked Safura to lay on the mattress. Spreading her legs, he entered her and Safura started to jerk with pleasure.
   “Ah, ah, ah, ah,” she moaned, “deeper, go deeper...”
   The man squeezed her breasts and caressed her neck. For the next hour, Safura had sex with two more men and was now ready for the final scene. One by one, the men stuck the heads of their members between her lips and ejaculated. Safura swallowed everything and was given a towel to wipe her face. She took a shower and was paid in cash. The men told her to meet them again in two weeks. They asked Safura to find another young girl for their movies and promised to pay her extra for her trouble.
When Safura walked home, she passed the gallows on which hung the bodies of two young men and two young women. One of the revolutionary guards armed with a rifle patrolled the premises trying to stay away from the stench of bodily waste.
Safura has attended a few hangings, and had mixed feelings about them. Sometimes people soiled their trousers when they were hanged. Their tongues became thick and hung out and their faces turned dark and eyes red. Safura wondered why the hanged men on the gallows still had their erections. She was told by other girls that men ejaculated when they were hung. She wondered if the men on the gallows spurted out their seed before they died.
   The next morning at school, Safura and the other female students were ordered by the school director to walk into the storage room, where they saw one of the junior girls standing on the stool with a wire loop around her small soft neck, tied to one of the beams. Beside the girl stood one of the soldiers and a bearded mullah.
   “You are here to witness the punishment of Janara Mahari for engaging in illegal activity of smuggling drugs,” the mullah said sternly. “Every girl breaking the rules will be hanged by the neck.” He turned to the soldier and said, “Hang her.”
   The soldier kicked the stool away and Janara Mahari gurgled when the steel wire bit into her neck under the weight of her body. The girls watched her kick her feet as her young body flailed in agony of strangulation. Janara twisted on the wire, turning and jerking, and suddenly she started to pee, and urine began to stream down her slim legs, dripping on the concrete floor. Janara’s body shuddered several times and relaxed. Her feet continued twitching and eventually she hung quietly.
   Safura was amazed at the size of Janara’s tongue bulging from between her lips. It was dark and fat and long, hanging out like badly cooked piece of meat. The girl’s small neck was stretched several inches, and the wire bit into her neck so deep, it was almost invisible under her chin. The executioner inspected the body and nodded to the mullah.
“Dead.” he said.
   “Now go back to your studies,” the mullah said to the girls. “This will be you if you break the law.
Everyone walked out, except Safura, who was told to clean up the floor. As Safura mopped up the mess, she noticed that the executioner had reached up under the hanged girl’s black dress. Satisfied, he used the cable cutters to snap the wire and carried Janara’s body to the table in the corner. He removed the girl’s clothing and called Safura over.
   “That’s how the girls look after the hanging,” he explained.
   Safura nodded. “Can I touch her?”
   “Of course,” the executioner said. “I will let you play with the body if you do me a favor.”
   “What do you want me to do?”
   The executioner unzipped his trousers. “Suck me off.”
Safura swallowed hard and said, “Here?”
   “No one will disturb us,” the executioner said. He took off his pants and Safura gasped in surprise when she saw his thick, erect member. She knelt in front of the man and he took the firm hold of her head. “You have never been fucked in the mouth before?”
   “No,” Safura said.
   “No problem. Just do what I tell you.”
   The executioner pulled her head back and Safura opened her mouth.
   Inch after inch of flesh entered her throat and finally she felt the man’s pubic hair touching her upper lip.
   “Now we begin,” the executioner said.
   For the next twenty minutes Safura endured an intense skull fucking, until the executioner finally came, spraying her face and slamming himself in her mouth several times before letting her go.
   “I usually do this to the girls sentenced to hang,” he explained. “Janara was very good. Now you can enjoy her body.”
   Safura kissed Janara’a swollen tongue and played with her dead body. At her request, the executioner removed the wire from Janara’s neck, so Safura could see the black strangulation marks. When all was over, Safura went back to class and then home.
Two weeks passed and Safura went for another session. She had sex in front of the camera with three men and went back home. In front of her building she noticed a group of soldiers. One of the men living in the building pointed at Safura.
   The soldiers surrounded her and one of them handcuffed her hands behind her back. “You are under arrest,” he said. “You will come with us.”

   Janara stood before the three mullahs, her hands tied behind her back, flanked by the two revolutionary guards. The chief judge looked at her and said,” Safura Matabi, the high court of the Islamic Republic of Iran sentences you to death by hanging for prostitution and distribution of pornography. The execution is set two days from now. Guards, take her away.”
   Now I will soon know what’s it like to be hanged, Safura thought as she was taken to the waiting van and drown to prison. The prison guards raped her the same night. Inside the big room, Safura and the other young girls sentenced to hang was vaginally and orally penetrated by the guards. Being the most beautiful of all the girls, Safura was mostly made to suck, for the guards loved to watch how she did it.
   The next day she spent resting and preparing for the execution. To her surprise, the truck with armed soldiers arrived in the morning and she and the other girls were driven outside the city. Inside the abandoned boiler room, Safura saw the executioner tying thin laundry ropes to the horizontal steam pipe ten feet above the floor. Under the each noose, a wooden box stood on which the condemned would step to be prepared. Safura recognized the executioner who had sex with her at school.
   The condemned girls were brought before the executioner, who forced them to stand on the boxes and expertly slipped the ropes around their slender soft necks.
Safura saw one of the soldiers manning a big video camera, recording the hanging in full detail. “You will be hanged separately from the rest,” the executioner said to Safura. The soldiers want to see you hang naked.”
   Safura understood and did not argue. She was about to see young girl hang and wanted to experience a private pleasure from it. The executioner kicked away the boxes, leaving the girls suspended and twisting just a foot above the floor. Safura saw faces darken, legs kicking and throat cartilage snap under the pressure of the strangling nooses. The girls kicked long and hard, some of them losing control of their bowels and sending streams of brown down their long legs and dripping on the floor. The death ballet continued for more than ten minutes and soon all the hanged were quiet, their tongues bulging, heads turned sideways or hanging on their chest.
   The executioner inspected the bodies and told Safura to strip. Safura removed her clothes and stood naked in front of the soldiers. The executioner tied her hands behind her back and brought her into the separate room, where another noose waited over the wooden box. Safura stepped on the box and the executioner slipped the noose over her head and tightened it. He ran his hands down her firm breasts and stepped away.
   “May god forgive you,” he said and kicked away the box.
   Safura began to strangle. The soldiers could see her muscles fight against death and her body jerked hard as if she was making love. Her bladder emptied first, then her bowels. When she was finally dead, her neck was two inches longer than it was before.
The executioner allowed the soldiers to film the body from all sides and send them away. He used the wet towels to clean Safura’s loins and cut the dead girl down.
With rope still around Safura’s neck, he took her fresh corpse by the hair and without resistance pushed his swollen member down her throat.
He came hard and pumped his seed until it filled Safura’s mouth. The executioner withdrew and looked down on her. Even in death she managed to please him. He missed her sexual prowess, but he knew that his profession guaranteed that many pretty girls would spread their legs for him before he hanged them. All the hanged were later buried at undisclosed location. They all were buried with ropes around their necks.

Copyright by Peter K (2002).
Translation by Marksman.

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