carloscruz
Governor
I am posting a new story. It doesn´t involve crucifixion and it could be hard to believe.
Still, I hope some of you will enjoy it.
As allways, I would appreciate your opinions and your help with English errors. Remember it is not my first language.
Alicia and the Firing Squad by Carloscruz
I
Alicia was tidying her desk after a long week in the law firm where she worked as a senior partner. There was a lot to do before quitting her job in two weeks, she reflected.
Martín, another lawyer, poking his head through the door, asked, "Would you like to join us for a drink, or are you meeting your husband?"
"Sorry, I have to go to a rehearsal. And he will be there too if he can make it."
"A rehearsal? What kind of rehearsal? Are you taking up acting as a part of your new life?"
"No, but in two weeks, I am taking part in a very unique performance. I can’t tell you much about it."
"Well, that sounds intriguing. Will we be able to watch it?"
"Perhaps. It’s going to be recorded on video. I am sure you will see it eventyually."
"All right. It will be very interesting to see you acting."
"Yes, I think you will enjoy it," she answered. "I will make sure the firm gets a copy!"
Alone again, she finished and went to the parking lot and got in her car.
Soon she was speeding out of town and after another half hour she reached the gates of a country house surrounded by a wooden park. She was immediately admitted by a man guarding the gates.
She parked behind the house. About a dozen cars were already there. She went inside and, descending a flight of stairs, reached a small changing room furnished with a few lockers. Another woman was already there undressing,
"Hello Catalina. I can’t believe it’s already the last regular rehearsal. I am so excited!"
"Hello Alicia. Yes, you are right, time flies!"
Alice opened one of the lockers and changed into a sport t-shirt and leggings - the same as Catalina.
Another woman entered the room in a hurry, already opening her blouse.
"Hello ladies, sorry for the delay!"
"Hi Blanca!" greeted Catalina, smiling.
Soon the new arrival was dressed in a similar outfit as the other two. They were three very attractive women. Alicia was 41 years old and Blanca and Catalina 35 and 31 respectively. Alicia had honey coloured hair that she wore long; Catalina had her black hair in a long ponytail. In contrast, Blanca had her dark blonde hair cut in a short bob.
Quickly they went outside through the Manor’s front door.
Once there, Alicia felt once again her pulse quickening.
A group of a dozen men and women were waiting for them. Six - four men and two women - in a group a little apart, were carrying military rifles.
Among them Alicia recognized Daniel, her husband and also Catalina’s. His name was Ernesto. They exchanged smiles and a wave and the three of them took their places in line, standing smartly at attention in front of an imposing lady. She was about fifty, tall and fit, her auburn hair tightly bundled in a severe bun. Her track suit clearly revealed a strong but well-shaped body. She had a riding crop in her right hand.
She was Magdalena, Blanca’s Mistress and lover and lady owner of the mansion. She also was an Army career officer and somehow it showed in the way she carried herself. She called for everybody’s attention and addressed the group.
"Hello everyone, thank you for coming. This is, as you all know, the last occasion to practice before the dress rehearsal. The actual performance is only two weeks away. Today we’ll work until everything is perfect. Any questions before we start?"
Nobody spoke. So, she ordered, "Let’s begin and carry on no matter what. We’ll deal with mistakes and doubts once we finish!"
Everybody assumed their places and remained silent. Several cameras had been recording since Magdalena started the system with a remote some minutes ago.
The armed men and women stood now in formation the rifles at their side; A little apart to their left stood a brunette holding a sabre. She was obviously in command.
Two men and a woman formed to their right carrying drums. Another two women stood two paces behind Magdalena.
Now she continued addressing the three new arrivals. "Well girls, once we read the documents you will join the formation, so take your places now."
The three women placed themselves in a line of three, between the armed platoon and their officer. Magdalena, with a clear and firm voice ordered, "Death Platoon, on the spot, left turn!"
Everyone obeyed her command and she added, "Shoulder Arms!" The detail put the weapons over the left shoulder and she waited some moments to check the result of the movement before ordering, "To the Firing Range! March!"
The drums started to beat as the whole group began to march down a dirt path. For the next ten minutes, the small troop marched following the dirt road through a dense part of the forest. During the trip Magdalena's assistants took the opportunity to correct the angle of their weapons, the rhythm of their step, or the movements of their arms.
Later the road opened up on a wide clearing, at the far side was a wall of packed earth three meters high with the side facing the clearing lined with sand bags. In front of the sand bags stood three wooden stakes one and a half meters high and five meters apart from each other.
Magdalena aligned the formation with the centre line of the clearing. At ten meters from the stakes she ordered: "Platoon…Halt!"
The troop stopped, while the drums kept beating.
"Captain, deploy the platoon and form the firing line! Prisoners…to the stakes! March!"
The three women kept marching at the rhythm of the drums until they faced one stake each.
"Prisoners Halt! About turn!"
The women stopped and turned 180 degrees on the spot, facing the platoon at the stakes. Looking at her assistants, Magdalena ordered, "Prepare the prisoners!"
The drums ceased to beat as one by one the three: Alicia, Blanca and Catalina were cuffed with their backs to the stakes and arms behind the poles. Leather belts were tied below their breast and at their ankles, securing their bodies to the stakes. After that the assistants retired and Magdalena went to the women.
"Captain! Check the weapons are unloaded! she instructed. The woman with the sabre reviewed every rifle while the Colonel addressed the tied women.
"Well ladies, now I would mark you and ask you if you are ready to proceed. Are you?"
"Yes, Ma'am!" the three answered.
"All right. Captain, proceed!"
The Captain raised her sabre and ordered, "Platoon, ready!" – The platoon took the weapons to their firing position in a single motion - "To the first target on the left…" That was Catalina, "Aim! Fire!!!"
The clinking noise of the firing pins hitting empty chambers was clearly heard in the complete silence. The sigh of the woman was also clearly heard. She had been holding her breath.
"Platoon, attention!" the Captain ordered and the troop put the weapons at their side. "Load arms...!"
The process was repeated two more times, with the platoon aiming to the other two women in turn.
When they put their weapons at their side for the last time Magdalena instructed, "Captain, distribute the ammunition and start the exercise! Lieutenant, take the Major and the Captains, and drill them for an hour!"
The assistants untied the women and took them away at quick march back to the front garden. When they were half way into the woods several fusillades were heard in the distance and the three friends exchanged serious looks.
One hour and a half later everybody was back at the cars and Alicia was returning home in silence with her husband. That night they made passionate love.
Still, I hope some of you will enjoy it.
As allways, I would appreciate your opinions and your help with English errors. Remember it is not my first language.
Alicia and the Firing Squad by Carloscruz
I
Alicia was tidying her desk after a long week in the law firm where she worked as a senior partner. There was a lot to do before quitting her job in two weeks, she reflected.
Martín, another lawyer, poking his head through the door, asked, "Would you like to join us for a drink, or are you meeting your husband?"
"Sorry, I have to go to a rehearsal. And he will be there too if he can make it."
"A rehearsal? What kind of rehearsal? Are you taking up acting as a part of your new life?"
"No, but in two weeks, I am taking part in a very unique performance. I can’t tell you much about it."
"Well, that sounds intriguing. Will we be able to watch it?"
"Perhaps. It’s going to be recorded on video. I am sure you will see it eventyually."
"All right. It will be very interesting to see you acting."
"Yes, I think you will enjoy it," she answered. "I will make sure the firm gets a copy!"
Alone again, she finished and went to the parking lot and got in her car.
Soon she was speeding out of town and after another half hour she reached the gates of a country house surrounded by a wooden park. She was immediately admitted by a man guarding the gates.
She parked behind the house. About a dozen cars were already there. She went inside and, descending a flight of stairs, reached a small changing room furnished with a few lockers. Another woman was already there undressing,
"Hello Catalina. I can’t believe it’s already the last regular rehearsal. I am so excited!"
"Hello Alicia. Yes, you are right, time flies!"
Alice opened one of the lockers and changed into a sport t-shirt and leggings - the same as Catalina.
Another woman entered the room in a hurry, already opening her blouse.
"Hello ladies, sorry for the delay!"
"Hi Blanca!" greeted Catalina, smiling.
Soon the new arrival was dressed in a similar outfit as the other two. They were three very attractive women. Alicia was 41 years old and Blanca and Catalina 35 and 31 respectively. Alicia had honey coloured hair that she wore long; Catalina had her black hair in a long ponytail. In contrast, Blanca had her dark blonde hair cut in a short bob.
Quickly they went outside through the Manor’s front door.
Once there, Alicia felt once again her pulse quickening.
A group of a dozen men and women were waiting for them. Six - four men and two women - in a group a little apart, were carrying military rifles.
Among them Alicia recognized Daniel, her husband and also Catalina’s. His name was Ernesto. They exchanged smiles and a wave and the three of them took their places in line, standing smartly at attention in front of an imposing lady. She was about fifty, tall and fit, her auburn hair tightly bundled in a severe bun. Her track suit clearly revealed a strong but well-shaped body. She had a riding crop in her right hand.
She was Magdalena, Blanca’s Mistress and lover and lady owner of the mansion. She also was an Army career officer and somehow it showed in the way she carried herself. She called for everybody’s attention and addressed the group.
"Hello everyone, thank you for coming. This is, as you all know, the last occasion to practice before the dress rehearsal. The actual performance is only two weeks away. Today we’ll work until everything is perfect. Any questions before we start?"
Nobody spoke. So, she ordered, "Let’s begin and carry on no matter what. We’ll deal with mistakes and doubts once we finish!"
Everybody assumed their places and remained silent. Several cameras had been recording since Magdalena started the system with a remote some minutes ago.
The armed men and women stood now in formation the rifles at their side; A little apart to their left stood a brunette holding a sabre. She was obviously in command.
Two men and a woman formed to their right carrying drums. Another two women stood two paces behind Magdalena.
Now she continued addressing the three new arrivals. "Well girls, once we read the documents you will join the formation, so take your places now."
The three women placed themselves in a line of three, between the armed platoon and their officer. Magdalena, with a clear and firm voice ordered, "Death Platoon, on the spot, left turn!"
Everyone obeyed her command and she added, "Shoulder Arms!" The detail put the weapons over the left shoulder and she waited some moments to check the result of the movement before ordering, "To the Firing Range! March!"
The drums started to beat as the whole group began to march down a dirt path. For the next ten minutes, the small troop marched following the dirt road through a dense part of the forest. During the trip Magdalena's assistants took the opportunity to correct the angle of their weapons, the rhythm of their step, or the movements of their arms.
Later the road opened up on a wide clearing, at the far side was a wall of packed earth three meters high with the side facing the clearing lined with sand bags. In front of the sand bags stood three wooden stakes one and a half meters high and five meters apart from each other.
Magdalena aligned the formation with the centre line of the clearing. At ten meters from the stakes she ordered: "Platoon…Halt!"
The troop stopped, while the drums kept beating.
"Captain, deploy the platoon and form the firing line! Prisoners…to the stakes! March!"
The three women kept marching at the rhythm of the drums until they faced one stake each.
"Prisoners Halt! About turn!"
The women stopped and turned 180 degrees on the spot, facing the platoon at the stakes. Looking at her assistants, Magdalena ordered, "Prepare the prisoners!"
The drums ceased to beat as one by one the three: Alicia, Blanca and Catalina were cuffed with their backs to the stakes and arms behind the poles. Leather belts were tied below their breast and at their ankles, securing their bodies to the stakes. After that the assistants retired and Magdalena went to the women.
"Captain! Check the weapons are unloaded! she instructed. The woman with the sabre reviewed every rifle while the Colonel addressed the tied women.
"Well ladies, now I would mark you and ask you if you are ready to proceed. Are you?"
"Yes, Ma'am!" the three answered.
"All right. Captain, proceed!"
The Captain raised her sabre and ordered, "Platoon, ready!" – The platoon took the weapons to their firing position in a single motion - "To the first target on the left…" That was Catalina, "Aim! Fire!!!"
The clinking noise of the firing pins hitting empty chambers was clearly heard in the complete silence. The sigh of the woman was also clearly heard. She had been holding her breath.
"Platoon, attention!" the Captain ordered and the troop put the weapons at their side. "Load arms...!"
The process was repeated two more times, with the platoon aiming to the other two women in turn.
When they put their weapons at their side for the last time Magdalena instructed, "Captain, distribute the ammunition and start the exercise! Lieutenant, take the Major and the Captains, and drill them for an hour!"
The assistants untied the women and took them away at quick march back to the front garden. When they were half way into the woods several fusillades were heard in the distance and the three friends exchanged serious looks.
One hour and a half later everybody was back at the cars and Alicia was returning home in silence with her husband. That night they made passionate love.
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