Rachel Swaley has been condemned to death for stealing valuable mineral resources from Santa Diablo and being a ‘covert’ spy for a foreign country. All spies should be covert but that is not Rachel’s concern at the moment. She already knows the former (and now late) president has been executed, shot by a firing squad for being corrupt and accepting a generous bribe from Rachel to sign away Santa Diablo’s vast treasury of lithium to Proton Automotive.
Rachel is scared she too will be placed before a firing squad and shot to death for the crimes she did not know she even committed. What is worse, she has heard since so few women are ever sentenced to death, it is something of a Santa Diablo tradition to execute women prisoners naked in front of invited guests. The official reason for this is to show the citizens of Santa Diablo that the law holds for women as it does for men.
The actual reason is a humiliating experience for the woman in her final hours and an international media conglomerate named the Crux Chronicle pays more than double to record her execution if she is naked.
Rachel dreads the thought of being taken to the Plaza de la Revolución naked as she was born and bound to a post to be shot by a pack of soldiers who only want to put bullets in her chest more than they want to fuck her.
She would squirm awkwardly cuffed to the pole while her ‘crimes’ were ready and her sentence would be proudly announced to the crowd of spectators.
She would be blindfolded so she could stare into the darkness of the cloth as the squad’s commander called the final words she would hear- “Ready… Aim… Fire!”
But Rachel’s execution is still over a week away. She is being led down the dark filthy corridors of Prisión de Los Condenados. You see, even in 2030s, Santa Diablo had not invested in men’s and women’s separate prisons, and the country is all about equality for prisoners, whether they are men or women.
Rachel is being led naked down the corridor and from the cells she passes there are crude and lewd remarks shouted at her. She wants to cover her breasts, but the cuffs hold her hands behind her back and her frontside well-exposed. She gasps “Do you hear what they are saying to me? I have never heard such language!”
“You are fresh meat” the guard behind her says. “But you will only have to listen to it for a little more week and then you’ll be executed.”
Meanwhile, back in the US, there are efforts being made to save Rachel’s life, although they are being done very quietly. A Virginia Thytlypz from Central Intelligence arrives in the northern blue state and goes to the University of the Virgin Martyrs where she meets with the renowned Professor Barbara Moore who is famous for her somewhat provocative books on the abuse of women by the judicial systems throughout the ages.
They exchange pleasantries and a few glasses of Riesling when Barbara says “The government has never taken kindly to my works, so I am sure you are not here on a social visit. Do you wish to tell me why you are here?”
“Let me start by stating that I am not here on government business and my meeting with you, if discovered, will be denied ever happening. What is happening is a citizen of ours was accused of making a deceitful business dealing for a country’s vast lithium deposits and bribing its former president, who is currently dead. She has been apprehended, tried, and sentenced to be executed next week” Ms. Thytlypz explains.
“You must mean Rachel Swaley. I read about her on the internet. She works for Proton Automotive. Its CEO should be able to get her off. He’s filthy rich. Or you could threaten to bomb them into the dark ages if they don’t let her go. Why do you need me” Barb asks.
“We need their lithium so just bombing them to smithereens won’t work and we don’t have political ties with their new president. We need someone like you, a known rebel leader to offer them a deal” Ms. Thytlypz says. “Of course we will deny any involvement with you actions or being the source of your funds.”
“What’s in it for me” Barb boldly asks.
“A private jet to Santa Diablo and back. A hundred thousand tax-free dollars if you make the trip and $500,000 tax-free if you get her out” Ms. Thytlypz says.
“Well, when do I leave” Barb asks as she runs the money through her head…
Rachel is scared she too will be placed before a firing squad and shot to death for the crimes she did not know she even committed. What is worse, she has heard since so few women are ever sentenced to death, it is something of a Santa Diablo tradition to execute women prisoners naked in front of invited guests. The official reason for this is to show the citizens of Santa Diablo that the law holds for women as it does for men.
The actual reason is a humiliating experience for the woman in her final hours and an international media conglomerate named the Crux Chronicle pays more than double to record her execution if she is naked.
Rachel dreads the thought of being taken to the Plaza de la Revolución naked as she was born and bound to a post to be shot by a pack of soldiers who only want to put bullets in her chest more than they want to fuck her.
She would squirm awkwardly cuffed to the pole while her ‘crimes’ were ready and her sentence would be proudly announced to the crowd of spectators.
She would be blindfolded so she could stare into the darkness of the cloth as the squad’s commander called the final words she would hear- “Ready… Aim… Fire!”
But Rachel’s execution is still over a week away. She is being led down the dark filthy corridors of Prisión de Los Condenados. You see, even in 2030s, Santa Diablo had not invested in men’s and women’s separate prisons, and the country is all about equality for prisoners, whether they are men or women.
Rachel is being led naked down the corridor and from the cells she passes there are crude and lewd remarks shouted at her. She wants to cover her breasts, but the cuffs hold her hands behind her back and her frontside well-exposed. She gasps “Do you hear what they are saying to me? I have never heard such language!”
“You are fresh meat” the guard behind her says. “But you will only have to listen to it for a little more week and then you’ll be executed.”
Meanwhile, back in the US, there are efforts being made to save Rachel’s life, although they are being done very quietly. A Virginia Thytlypz from Central Intelligence arrives in the northern blue state and goes to the University of the Virgin Martyrs where she meets with the renowned Professor Barbara Moore who is famous for her somewhat provocative books on the abuse of women by the judicial systems throughout the ages.
They exchange pleasantries and a few glasses of Riesling when Barbara says “The government has never taken kindly to my works, so I am sure you are not here on a social visit. Do you wish to tell me why you are here?”
“Let me start by stating that I am not here on government business and my meeting with you, if discovered, will be denied ever happening. What is happening is a citizen of ours was accused of making a deceitful business dealing for a country’s vast lithium deposits and bribing its former president, who is currently dead. She has been apprehended, tried, and sentenced to be executed next week” Ms. Thytlypz explains.
“You must mean Rachel Swaley. I read about her on the internet. She works for Proton Automotive. Its CEO should be able to get her off. He’s filthy rich. Or you could threaten to bomb them into the dark ages if they don’t let her go. Why do you need me” Barb asks.
“We need their lithium so just bombing them to smithereens won’t work and we don’t have political ties with their new president. We need someone like you, a known rebel leader to offer them a deal” Ms. Thytlypz says. “Of course we will deny any involvement with you actions or being the source of your funds.”
“What’s in it for me” Barb boldly asks.
“A private jet to Santa Diablo and back. A hundred thousand tax-free dollars if you make the trip and $500,000 tax-free if you get her out” Ms. Thytlypz says.
“Well, when do I leave” Barb asks as she runs the money through her head…
but will recover soon!!!
