CondemnedKat
Magistrate
I'm new to this forum and have been working on this story for a while now, it come from a personal fantasy deep within me, I hope you enjoy it.
PART 1
The buzz of the crowd electrified the backstage area as the four condemned prisoners were walked quickly through a network of corridors under the arena.
Each of the four naked women, walking on the smooth cold concrete floor on bare feet, escorted by four burly guards. They’d been held together in a bleak holding cell for the previous day, each with just a small, rubberised mat to lay across on the concrete benches, a single metal toilet in one corner allowed the condemned to relieve themselves in absolutely no privacy.
The trial had been a whirlwind for Jennifer. The prestigious, thirty-two-year-old journalist had quickly found herself living in fear when the new regime took over three years ago and recently articles written over ten years ago had emerged allowing the government to take action on another member of what they considered to be the subversive and destructive media.
Jennifer’s trial took less than four minutes including sentencing. She knew she faced hard punishment, expecting to be sent to a labour camp but when the death sentence was read out it rang in her ears.
Since then, a few months had passed. She’d been systematically raped and had all her dignity stripped in the prison system, where she’d been moved from small cramped single cells to larger dormitory rooms housing up to sixteen naked women.
The only outlet for the 5’4, 32 year old redhead was a prison gym where she could keep her body conditioned, every day she hoped for an appeal, for a chance, a glimmer to keep going.
Chloe stood shivering in the corridor, the tall trim teenager had just turned eighteen a few days early, convicted two years ago of drug dealing, her sentence was delayed until she became an adult in the eyes of the court. The young, frightened girl had, in reality, only been a passenger in a car driven by a boy she’d only dated once. The justice system was harsh and brutal.
Tears dripped down Chloe’s red cheeks and over her pert breasts as she looked around nervously.
Maria was tough, she tried to swagger. The gang member had been convicted on several charges only a few days earlier. She stood strong, breathing deeply, she was determined to meet her end with her head held high. She was only twenty-four but her olive skin was covered in thick black tattoos. Her body was a little over weight but curvy and alluring to many guards who took advantage of her situation.
Sharon was the oldest of our little group at Fifty-Nine. She had been convicted of murdering her abusive husband only hours previously and was already facing the death arena. Her large belly shook as the tears dripped down her sagging breasts, splashing onto her pink feet.
Executions were scheduled not by accordance of any court protocol but by the television company who owned the rights to show the pay per view events. Each execution brought in thousands of paying spectators to the arena as well as many paying viewers so more and more inventive and brutal methods were discovered to keep the publics’ blood lust sated and the viewing figures up.
Finally, the doors to the arena opened, the noise of the baying crowd was deafening, each of the women shrunk back before being grabbed at each arm by their guards. Chloe dragged her feet, paralysed by fear but quickly had her left wrist twisted up her back and a hand around her throat, she was shoved forward.
The women were led in single file towards a stage in the centre of the arena, the raised platform looked something like a boxing ring but without the ropes. In the centre of the ring were four strange saddle looking devices. Giant screens hung from the roof above the stage and as Jennifer was walked along, she looked up to see videos were playing detailing to crimes committed by each woman.
The recorded video show made each woman look like the worst, most vile prisoner to ever enter the arena and the crowd geared and growled as the short documentary played.
As this was going on execution technicians got to work on the stage with each woman, Chloe and Jennifer’s hair was tied in a simple ponytail with rubber bands, Maria had a shaven head and Sharon’s hair cut was a short bob which didn’t need attention.
Jennifer felt herself pushed forward by a guard as she was bent over a cold metal table. She realised the other three were undergoing the same treatment. A female technician crouched down behind Jennifer’s legs and pushed lubed fingers inside the convict’s pussy. Jennifer squirmed as next she felt her ass receive similar treatment.
Next made to stand up again the prisoner felt her arms yanked behind her back, she panicked as she felt a solid leather cuff encase her wrists, holding them at the small of her back. A small sensor within the cuff would provide live biometric data to the program controllers.
The technician turned and picked up a small chain from the table. Jennifer’s eyes were drawn to a countdown on the huge screen above her head showing less than ten minutes. She whimpered, knowing this was a countdown until the live broadcast, and the execution would commence.
Next Jennifer felt her nipples played between the latex fingers of the technician, her body responded, with her nipples becoming harder as the woman slipped a soft clamp onto each nipple. When the technician had finished, she let go of the chain, allowing it to dangle between Jennifer’s breasts.
Finally, the technician stepped back and looking Jennifer in the eye she smirked a little before raising her hand above her head. Technicians in front of all the other woman raised their hands too, signalling that the condemned were ready to face capital punishment.
PART 1
The buzz of the crowd electrified the backstage area as the four condemned prisoners were walked quickly through a network of corridors under the arena.
Each of the four naked women, walking on the smooth cold concrete floor on bare feet, escorted by four burly guards. They’d been held together in a bleak holding cell for the previous day, each with just a small, rubberised mat to lay across on the concrete benches, a single metal toilet in one corner allowed the condemned to relieve themselves in absolutely no privacy.
The trial had been a whirlwind for Jennifer. The prestigious, thirty-two-year-old journalist had quickly found herself living in fear when the new regime took over three years ago and recently articles written over ten years ago had emerged allowing the government to take action on another member of what they considered to be the subversive and destructive media.
Jennifer’s trial took less than four minutes including sentencing. She knew she faced hard punishment, expecting to be sent to a labour camp but when the death sentence was read out it rang in her ears.
Since then, a few months had passed. She’d been systematically raped and had all her dignity stripped in the prison system, where she’d been moved from small cramped single cells to larger dormitory rooms housing up to sixteen naked women.
The only outlet for the 5’4, 32 year old redhead was a prison gym where she could keep her body conditioned, every day she hoped for an appeal, for a chance, a glimmer to keep going.
Chloe stood shivering in the corridor, the tall trim teenager had just turned eighteen a few days early, convicted two years ago of drug dealing, her sentence was delayed until she became an adult in the eyes of the court. The young, frightened girl had, in reality, only been a passenger in a car driven by a boy she’d only dated once. The justice system was harsh and brutal.
Tears dripped down Chloe’s red cheeks and over her pert breasts as she looked around nervously.
Maria was tough, she tried to swagger. The gang member had been convicted on several charges only a few days earlier. She stood strong, breathing deeply, she was determined to meet her end with her head held high. She was only twenty-four but her olive skin was covered in thick black tattoos. Her body was a little over weight but curvy and alluring to many guards who took advantage of her situation.
Sharon was the oldest of our little group at Fifty-Nine. She had been convicted of murdering her abusive husband only hours previously and was already facing the death arena. Her large belly shook as the tears dripped down her sagging breasts, splashing onto her pink feet.
Executions were scheduled not by accordance of any court protocol but by the television company who owned the rights to show the pay per view events. Each execution brought in thousands of paying spectators to the arena as well as many paying viewers so more and more inventive and brutal methods were discovered to keep the publics’ blood lust sated and the viewing figures up.
Finally, the doors to the arena opened, the noise of the baying crowd was deafening, each of the women shrunk back before being grabbed at each arm by their guards. Chloe dragged her feet, paralysed by fear but quickly had her left wrist twisted up her back and a hand around her throat, she was shoved forward.
The women were led in single file towards a stage in the centre of the arena, the raised platform looked something like a boxing ring but without the ropes. In the centre of the ring were four strange saddle looking devices. Giant screens hung from the roof above the stage and as Jennifer was walked along, she looked up to see videos were playing detailing to crimes committed by each woman.
The recorded video show made each woman look like the worst, most vile prisoner to ever enter the arena and the crowd geared and growled as the short documentary played.
As this was going on execution technicians got to work on the stage with each woman, Chloe and Jennifer’s hair was tied in a simple ponytail with rubber bands, Maria had a shaven head and Sharon’s hair cut was a short bob which didn’t need attention.
Jennifer felt herself pushed forward by a guard as she was bent over a cold metal table. She realised the other three were undergoing the same treatment. A female technician crouched down behind Jennifer’s legs and pushed lubed fingers inside the convict’s pussy. Jennifer squirmed as next she felt her ass receive similar treatment.
Next made to stand up again the prisoner felt her arms yanked behind her back, she panicked as she felt a solid leather cuff encase her wrists, holding them at the small of her back. A small sensor within the cuff would provide live biometric data to the program controllers.
The technician turned and picked up a small chain from the table. Jennifer’s eyes were drawn to a countdown on the huge screen above her head showing less than ten minutes. She whimpered, knowing this was a countdown until the live broadcast, and the execution would commence.
Next Jennifer felt her nipples played between the latex fingers of the technician, her body responded, with her nipples becoming harder as the woman slipped a soft clamp onto each nipple. When the technician had finished, she let go of the chain, allowing it to dangle between Jennifer’s breasts.
Finally, the technician stepped back and looking Jennifer in the eye she smirked a little before raising her hand above her head. Technicians in front of all the other woman raised their hands too, signalling that the condemned were ready to face capital punishment.