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}                                  HOW I WAS EXECUTED\par}

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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs18\kerning28 Rape & execution
\par}

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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     I died
 because I was a young girl that experimented with forbidden sex and was caught 
by the morals police. My best friend Sluki and I shared everything so I suppose 
it was not surprising that we turned to each other when the rising sexual pressures
 got too much to handle. Since we were not allowed the company of boys we started
 pleasuring each other as a poor second choice. What started as innocent kisses 
and hugs blossomed into much more. We made it a practice to spend time naked in 
each other\u8217\'92s arms as our mouths and fingers gave pleasure. Being young 
and careless word of what we were doing leaked to the morals police and we were 
caught with our mouths on each other\u8217\'92s pussies. This was held to be a crime
 against god and man and as such we were arrested and there were secret trials. 
We were not allowed to attend and were forced to wait. Each of us in her own cell
, unable to talk or even know if the other was alive. My end came suddenly.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     A man
 I had never seen before entered my cell with four guards. I was taken blindfolded
 to another place. Once there the guards left and my blindfold was removed. For 
the first time in my life I was alone with a strange man and it scared me. I was
 afraid for what he might do and of what might be said if it was ever found out 
that I had been in this situation. Foolish girl that I was I never dreamed of what
 was going to happen. He explained everything and I can still hear his words. \par
}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28    \u8220
\'93Arrea, I know that you are both scared and worried and I wish I had good news
 for you but I do not. There is no easy way to say this so I have to just tell you
 the truth. Your trial has been held. You were found guilty and have been sentenced
. I am your executioner and you are here to die. I\u8217\'92m sorry but there is
 very little I can do. Sluki was also found guilty and sentenced to death as well
. She is dead but before she died she sent her love and asked that you trust me. 
I know that you grieve for your friend but time is short and there are things that
 must be done. The law is strict and does not allow for the feelings of one man 
nor the fear and grief of a young girl. This is what I must do. I must rape you. 
The morals police think that will deny you entrance to heaven. You will die naked
 because of the shame it will impose. You will be killed by slow strangulation because
 of the agony and fear it causes. All I can do is try to make it as easy as I can
 for you. Now listen very closely. If you do not struggle I will do everything myself
 and it will be as easy for you as such things can be. If you struggle those waiting
 outside will have to come help. They will not be gentle nor kind. You will be gang
 raped until the four of them tire. You will be sodomized. You will be tortured. 
Those men are high in the morals police and you will become sport for them. Please
 I beg of you submit quietly to your fate no matter how unfair it might be. I have
 a daughter your age. I will treat you as I would hope she would be treated here
. If you do not resist I can protect you from those that would make sport of your
 death. If you fight I cannot. Decide and do so quickly.\u8221\'94\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     Suddenly
 everything came crashing in on me. I found myself being held in the gentle arms
 of the man that would kill me and that had already killed my best friend. I took
 comfort in his gentle strength. He might have to kill, to rape me but he would 
do so as kindly as he could. Sluki bid me to trust him even as she was facing her
 own death, I would do so. I asked him what I should do. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     I needed
 help undressing. I was having trouble making my hands work and my legs would not
 quite support me as I disrobed in front of this strange man. I had always thought
 that the first time a man saw me naked it would be my husband on our wedding night
. At the start of my life as a wife and woman. I never dreamed it would happen on
 the day I was to die and that the man would be my killer.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     I had
 no idea of what my rape would be like. He led me to a padded sawhorse and bid me
 to bend over it. I was tied there by soft ropes. One for each ankle, one for each
 wrist, and one across my waist. As I waited I realized that I was no longer scared
 of being raped. It was not something that I wished but it held no terror for me
. While I was undergoing it I would still be alive. Being raped would give me more
 life. I found myself hoping that it took a long time. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     As he
 promised he was gentle. I was rubbed with cold grease and it was worked inside 
of me by his fingers. He spent time slowly working first one than two inside my 
tight canal. Finally he was satisfied that I was open enough. When he entered me
 it hurt and it hurt even more a few seconds later when he ruptured my hymen but
 it was not the tearing pain I had expected. Soon enough even the smallest pain 
was gone. I was left feeling him slowly piston in and out of me. It was strange. 
I was being raped and it felt like I was watching a stranger undergo it. I felt 
almost nothing except the movements. No fear, no pain, no shame even. I had nothing
 to be ashamed of. I had not asked for this and it was not my fault. So I waited
 and felt the slow movements inside of my body. Then it was over. He quickened his
 pace and as he pushed deeply into me I felt his seed being planted in my body.  
My extra time was over. Now I had to die. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     He stayed
 inside me for a while. I felt his twitches slow until he quieted and then left 
my body. I was untied. Over in a corner where I had not noticed it was the means
 of my killing. I had heard of garrotes but had never seen one before. It was a 
wooden frame. A post with a large heavy base. On one side was a seat that would 
be where I would sit as I died. Chains and cuffs would insure that I would be unable
 to resist. Sticking up from the seat was a small knob. It was about four or five
 inches high and two across. I was forced to sit on it. It went into my body and
 filled the now empty place that my executioner had just left. A heavy leather belt
 went over my waist and held me down on the seat and kept me from trying to lift
 myself off the impaling knob. My hands were chained to the sides of the post behind
 my waist. A steel bar went across my throat. Another strap went over my forehead
. The steel moved into firm contact with my neck. With each movement of the steel
 there was a squeaking noise. The sound of dry metal as it turned on threads. The
 sound of death. I imagined I could feel Sluki\u8217\'92s warmth in the steel. No
 doubt she had sat here not long before.                                                                   
Was this the time when she sent her love and her advice to trust the man that even
 now was ending my life. I had no one to sent anything to. Still I felt I needed
 to say something so I thanked my killer for his caring, for being gentle, for protecting
 me from those that wished to enjoy my murder,  and for being a good kind man. It
 sounds odd that I would call my murderer a good man but he was just that. A good
 man doing a very hard job to the best of his ability. Doing it with kindness, with
 compassion, and with understanding. I told him I was ready. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     Death
 did not come quickly nor was my dying easy. It took a long time for the steel to
 crush my throat. A squeak, a few breaths. Another squeak, more breaths but harder
 to get. Squeak and fight for air. I fought the straps. My legs kicked high and 
wide. I shamelessly exposed everything I had. My breasts heaved. Any men watching
 would have seen a display unlike anything else they had ever seen. I cared nothing
 for modesty. I had no shame. Squeak and fight. It was almost over. My breath whistled
 past the steel. I was losing the fight. Squeak and squeak again. I was now squeaking
 along with the steel. My  vision darkened. My struggles softened. I was now fighting
 less and for no reason. I had lost, the steel had won. There was no more air to
 let me live. I tried to surrender but my body insisted on continuing the battle
. My legs were too heavy to lift. My hands no longer tied to free themselves from
 the chains. My breasts now just quivered instead of heaved. The world was black
 and very quiet. My body finally lost and went still. A few ragged heartbeats and
 then I was dead. My soul was freed. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     I hovered
 over the scene at first. My body looked so small and broken with the steel and 
leather holding it in death. My executioner was softly crying. I stayed while he
 removed my corpse. I watched as he washed it and placed it in a simple wooden coffin
. As the cover was being nailed on Sluki came for me and we left. I am not allowed
 to tell you what happened after but I can say the morals police are wrong. Wrong
 in everything. They\u8217\'92re time is coming. }}