tygavin
Magistrate
I should have taken the pill before they ever got as close as they did. Every soldier was given cyanide pills when they went behind enemy lines. My squad came under heavy fire. We were surrounded and never stood a chance.
Instead of taking the pill, I continued to fire until I had run out of ammo. Then I felt a barb hit my shoulder, a jolt and then I woke on the ground with my hands cuffed behind my back and two enemy soldiers lifting me up from the ground by my arms.
There were only two females captured including myself. Five men were also captured. The rest of my squad had been slaughtered and were being thrown onto a body pile. I stood silently as I watched the men and women I had served with doused with gasoline and lit up like a bonfire.
Then the march began. One of the bastards had my pills in his hand. There was no way out. I knew what my fate would be.
The men had it easy. They would be hanged by their necks until dead. A slow death but preferable to what my and my fellow female soldier would suffer. Ironically the enemy hated the idea of female soldiers. Because of that, they made examples of those of us captured. They hung us from crosses and filmed us slowly dying. I had watched some of the tapes. I knew what faced me if I was captured alive.
I should have taken the damn pill.
It was too late now. My fate had been sealed and I would be forced to face my death. I would say I would face death with dignity but I had seen enough to know there was no dignity on the cross.
Besides, there was a likelihood I would suffer more indignity than most. Our enemy liked to give the condemned injections of drugs that made them turned on despite the pain. Despite the pain the drive for pleasure was still there. I was only twenty four but I had discovered I was what was called ignobly but accurately, a pain slut. I couldn’t orgasm unless some pain was involved.
Rather than having my pick many of my lovers were turned off or intimidated by the idea of causing me pain during sex. Strangely women were more willing and better at causing pain than men were. The men I gave myself to were rough. They slapped, spanked, and twisted but it was brutal with no art. Women were much more sensuous and artistic when giving out pain. They knew just how to touch me to leave me a sobbing restrained mess begging for more while praying it would stop.
This was different. I was going to die. No more sex, no more wild parties or submitting to strong dominants. The only dominant I had left was my captors and a cross. What would it feel like? Supposedly it was the ultimate pain but how would it affect me, especially exposed to an aphrodisiac that I had seen many of my fellow female soldiers act like wanton sluts on the cross?
We reached a large van and were uncuffed. There was no point in running as we were surrounded by enemy soldiers. I rubbed my wrists and then stepped up into the van when a hand landed on my ass. Once inside our hands were cuffed over a railing that ran from the top of the van from one end to the other.
We were packed in tightly. The other female named Staci had her back pressed against me, putting pressure on my breasts and a man name Steve was pressed against my back. He was not much taller than I was and as we moved along the bumpy road, his erection pressed into my ass.
“I’m sorry.” He told me.
I chuckled. “It doesn’t matter.” It didn’t. He could cum on me for all I cared. I never considered myself a slut but I did consider myself walking dead.
When we reached the enemy base, we were all soaked in sweat. It was hot out, there was no A.C. and our body heat pressed against one another had us already to pass out and hang from our wrists.
“Chloe?”
“Yeah, Staci?”
“Do you think they might hang us by our necks?”
I wanted to laugh but I couldn’t. I was too dehydrated to find any humor, even dark humor.
“They are going to nail us naked to a cross and record us while we die.”
The death would take days. As I noted before I had seen videos of crucifixions. These were not conducted outside after a scourging. There was no carrying the cross to our destination to tire us out. The crucifixions were held in a large, temperature controlled indoor execution facility. The females were given water, kept clean and the only abuse suffered was if some solider wanted to molest them or get them off to provide a bit of mercy. Women lasted for days.
We would get to see the men hang on the other side of the room. They were given an injection too and along with the natural state of fear involved in death, they would come hands free as they dangled. A strong man would take a very long time to hang to death. It would be interesting to see if nothing else.
When the van stopped we were uncuffed and told to step out. The sun momentarily blinded us but the breeze felt like heaven and I almost forgot the situation I was in.
Then we were lined up and told to put out hands behind our heads.
A large black man and a tall white woman walked in front of us as we stood in a line. Then they walked behind us. The man reached around me and ripped opened my shirt, fondling my breasts. I closed my eyes and tried not to groan. One thing that had never been cleared was what happened to the prisoners before crucifixion. We knew they were kept for a few days in the prison cells that ran the walls of the covered execution arena but the filming always focused on the executed, not the prisoners.
He unzipped my pants and stuck a hand down my fingers. He lifted me up on my toes when he reached inside me with a finger and pulled up. To my humiliation I was wet and he knew it wasn’t just from sweat.
Then my pants and panties were on the ground around my boots. My hands were pulled back and my shirt was taken off, then the sports bra I wore underneath it was pulled over my head. I was ordered to bend over and step out of my boots and pants.
I knew I would never wear clothes again.
Up and down the line, my comrades were doing the same. None of the men had erections anymore but they hide their terror from their face.
Staci was blushing beside me. I’m not sure why. We would be a lot more exposed and handled while on the cross. We would also be completely vulnerable. We would be masturbation material for who knew how many.
We were pushed inside and I was shocked at how clean the rooms were. This was no dungeon.
We were spilt by two soldiers each and taken to sperate rooms. There were a doctor and nurse in each room. I was given a thorough medical exam and then taken to a shower room with a toilet. I was cleaned inside and out and then laid on the ground and spread my legs while the nurse shaved my pubic hair off with an electric razor and spread a tingling cream over my pussy. After a few minutes she sprayed water over my pussy and I was as bare for the first time since puberty. Then I was given a white tank top. The material was thin and only ended just above my belly button. I was completely bare below.
I was finally taken to the large conference room where the rest of my squad was. Staci had the same white thin tight shirt as I had and no panties. Her pussy was also bald and I couldn’t help but admire it. The men had very thin white underwear on that were also things. When they saw us, many of them grew erections. Staci was humiliated but I didn’t care.
We had seats on the cold metal chairs in front of the conference table.
The large black officer walked in with a smartly dressed woman who wore a U.N. patch on her shoulder.
“Hello. My name is Yasmine. I will read your names and you will give me your identity numbers so your company can identify you as executed rathe than KIA.
When she reached my name I raised my hand. “Chloe, what is your number?”
“12976.” I answered.
“Okay, business. This is General Blake, the leader of this camp. You belong to him now. I am Angela White. I work for the U.N. and am here to make sure everything is legitimate and you understand what will happen. You are all officially dead. In two days, you will be executed. Chloe and Staci, you will be nailed to a cross. Men, you will be hung by the neck until you are dead. You will be restrained and stood on a bench and noosed. The bench will then be kicked away and you will strangle. Each of your deaths will be recorded and broadcast. You have no human rights anymore and your bodies are property of this army, specifically General Blake. Do you all understand?”
We all nodded.
“Does everyone have your wills prepared and a solicitor prepared to enforce it? If not I can do so now.”
I and the rest nodded. It was standard for infantry to do so when we joined.
“Good. Your bodies will be burned. Do you all understand?”
I looked around and noted the men’s erections were gone. I was already humiliated. The metal chair I was sitting on would show my wetness to the others. They would either think I was a pervert who enjoyed this or a coward who had wet myself. I wasn’t sure which was worse but again, I was dead. What did it matter?”
Angela nodded. “That is all. You will now be taken to cells. Die well men. Ladies…I am sorry.”
We were told to place our hands behind our heads again and follow the general who had yet to speak and showed no signs of doing so. We were led into the large arena hall. I saw the crosses laid over. These crosses were different and new. The bases were attacked to a metal base. They were raised and lowered hydraulicly. If a solder wants to have a closer look the cross would sink into the ground and then rise back up when they were through with me.
There was also some gallows directly across from us. We were taken to a cell where we had a good view of both the row of crosses and the gallows. No one was hanging now.
The cell was large and had several bunks. We were all together.
Once the door was closed we were left alone.
I looked at my comrades who were unsure of what to do. I decided to take charge. I was not going to waste the last couple of days of my life in misery.
“Who wants to fuck?”
