{\rtf1\ansi\ansicpg1252\deff0\uc1{\fonttbl{\f0\fcharset0 Times New Roman;}}{\colortbl ;}{\stylesheet{\s0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\f0\fs20\kerning28 Normal ;}}\paperw12240\paperh15840\margt1440\margl1800\margr1800\margb1440\headery720\footery864 \deftab720\pgnstart1\viewkind1\viewscale100\fet0{\*\docvar{ColorSet}{-1}}{\*\docvar {ColorPos}{-1}}{\*\docvar{StyleSet}{-1}}{\*\docvar{StylePos}{-1}}\pard\plain\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs32\kerning28 {\header\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\tqc\tx4320\tqr\tx8640\fs20\par }{\footer\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\tqc\tx4320\tqr\tx8640\fs20\par } A SERIES OF EXITS\par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs32\kerning28\par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs18\kerning28 Various death scenes\par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs18\kerning28\par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28 Scene 1- A noblewoman kneels at the block. Her bare breasts are shaking from her fear and her crying. The crowd has been jeering her from the time she was led up the steps to the platform. They cheered as she was stripped and more as she was raped by the headsman. Her arms are tied at the elbows and force her breasts to stick out . Those behind her have a good look at her dripping cunt as she kneels. As his helper pulls her long hair to hold her to the block the axe in his hands is lifted high . She screams at the coming death, a long loud cry of terror that is cut off by the thunk of axe as it hit\u8217\'92s the block after severing her neck. The head falls free and as it rolls away the woman gets a short glance of her neck spurting blood before darkness falls. \par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28\par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28 Scene 2- A woman little more than a girl staggers for her life in the deep woods of Alaska . She cannot run any faster because of her injuries suffered during her rape. Her inner thighs are stained with her blood for she was ravaged and sodomized by both his prick and by handy sticks and other things. Her insides are torn and damaged and limit her to a staggering parody of the speed she once had on the track. She can feel the cross hairs of his rifle on her back and waits for the impact of the bullet. Her head start time has long passed and he has to be right behind her but she dares not slow to look. Each step is another second of life and another couple of feet toward freedom, she will waste neither. Then the expected shot comes. She is hit but only in the shoulder. She falls but gamely rises to continue her hopeless flight. A second shot breaks her knee and ends her run and any chance of survival . She rolls over to face her killer. She knows there will be no mercy but she begs anyway. By way of an answer he shoves the muzzle into her torn pussy and watches her horror as she waits. With a smile and a goodbye bitch one last report sounds out. But it is muffled by her body. Inside the bullet and the hot expanding gasses complete the destruction started by the rape. She is torn apart and dies in a flash of agony and horror.\par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28\par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28 Scene 3- She sits in a wooden chair. Just inches in front of her is a plain white sheet. It blocks her view as the executioner reloads the machine gun. Her back is pricked by the rough wood and the splinters from the test shots. Any second the sheet will jump and she will feel the slugs crash into her body. She has a lifetime to wait . Then the sheet moves, she hears the ripping sound of the shots and feels each slug as it hits her chest. A burst of fifteen then silence. Her head drops and the last thing she sees is the pattern of holes through the skin of her chest and tits . The ragged sheet will soon wrap her lifeless body until it can be dumped into a unmarked hole.\par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28\par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28 Scene 4- Twenty seven cents. Twenty seven cents that the fat merchant would have lived fine without. He was well fed and dressed in warm clothes and good boots. The twenty seven cents to her meant food for her starving body for a week and maybe even a few rags to held her stay warm. She was not even sure how much twenty seven cents was but it was a fortune to her. Instead of food and rags the twenty seven cents bought the rope around her neck. The hangman was paid with her clothes and since he believed it was easier to have her take them off that it was for him to do it after she was dead she was naked. Naked to the chill wind and naked to the view of those watching. She had often stood in the crowd as some poor soul hanged and she knew she would provide a fine show. Once the hangman got off the ladder it would be turned out from under her feet and she would begin her death struggle. She was too light to force the thick rope to kill her quickly. The knot was loose and if it twisted under her chin she would take a very longtime to die. She knew all this from watching it happen to another girl like her once. It would be a long slow painful death and nobody cared except those hoping for a good show. The whores would be busy with those excited by her dance. One or two might even be killed by men overexcited by it all or wanting to feel a woman die with their prick inside of her. Well that was not her concern. Then her feet were not on the ladder any longer and her long death started. For twenty seven cents she would spend almost a minute per cent dying. The knot did end up under her chin and she was able to get just enough air to live and struggle a very long time. To those watching her thin boyish fulfilled every wish as it bucked and kicked. Her gasps, moans, and gurgles were the music she danced to. The heaving of her tiny breasts were the dance partner to her flailing legs. As she kicked and spun the evidence of her gang rape by the guards and hangman were displayed for all to see. Finally it ended and she died. Every one thought it was a fine show for twenty seven cents\par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28\par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28 Scene 4- Old enemies have a way of coming back to haunt you and now a mother\u8217\'92s worse nightmare was being plaid out in front of her. She was tied bent over one end of her kitchen table face to face with her daughter who was tied at the other end. Behind her little was a man that she has fearfully wronged years ago. She hadn\u8217 \'92t thought about him in years. Not until he had showed up in her kitchen with her girl already captured. Now her sweet girl was paying for her mother\u8217\'92 s actions. So far they had cost her the innocence of childhood and her virginity . Than as the man sprayed his sperm into the girls body the knife in his hand slid under her chin and with one swift motion slit the girl\u8217\'92s throat so the last thing she ever felt was his dick spurting into her. The woman\u8217\'92s eyes were filled with the pumping blood as she screamed a long heart wrenching NOOOOO that was too late to effect the outcome. She hardly noticed as she was raped in turn. His prick savaged her asshole but it was nothing compared to the agony in her heart. Finally it ended with the broken end of her broom being shoved up inside her body. Once, twice, three, four times the makeshift spear ripped and tore her guts. Death released from her pain as the old wrongs were finally paid if full\par } \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28\par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28 Scene 5- The metal bar across her throat was cold. It was a warm day in May but the iron was still cold. The cold of the grave perhaps? The wooden garrote bench was warm and smooth against her bare flesh. As the bailiff read the sentence her tits were moving faster in time with her panicked breathing. Within minutes or even seconds the screw would turn and the bar would crush her throat and end her life. It was not possible, she was too young. She wanted to be a wife, a mother, to feel her husband make love to her, be work with him to build a home and a life. Instead her loving making had been limited to the gang rapes from the jailers and the only place she would ever occupy would be an unmarked grave. With a small screech the screw moved. She screamed in terror. Slowly the iron embraced her soft throat. It was getting hard to breathe. Her last breath came with a high pitched whistle that was cut off in the middle. Her airway was crushed. The chains binding her limbs were too strong for her to break even with her panicked strength but there was enough slack in them to allow for a fine show for those standing in front of her. At last her struggle was slowing. Darkness descended to claim her as her abused body went limp. It was over.\par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28\par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28 Scene 6- Two thousand five hundred volts jolted the woman\u8217\'92s body. Passing from the electrode on her shaved skull through her brain and down her spine. From there it spread throughout her body. Freezing the motion her heart and lungs. Cooking her kidneys and other organs. Destroying the organs that made her a woman and finally passing from her body through a second electrode on her leg. Her hands twisted upwards until her palms were facing the ceiling. Small puffs of smoke leaked from under the hood. Her eyes exploded and their fluid dribbled down her face from under the blindfold. She skin turned bright red. Then the power stopped and her rigid body went limp. But it was not over yet even though she was already far beyond any possible help or survival. Four more times the electricity coursed through her helpless body. Each time causing it to jump and move in a parody of the life that was already gone. By the time the last shock was ended her brain was charcoal, her heart and organs were cooked and she was too hot to touch. The smell of burned meat filled the air and hot fluids dripped from her chair. \par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28\par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28 Scene 7- They say an arrow doesn\u8217\'92t hurt at first if at all. Perhaps but who wants to find out. The woman by the pool was about to find out. She really did have a fine body and it was too bad he would never have a chance to get to know her but a job was a job. The tiny top to her suit just barely covered her firm jugs and I decided to use the space between them and the string connecting the two triangles of cloth as my bull\u8217\'92s-eye. Fifty yards was a good shot but I knew it was well within the capabilities of both myself and my bow. Bows are nice tools, no ballistics, quiet, and since I had never handled any part of it barehanded no fingerprints or DNA. There the picture was perfect and I let the arrow fly. The breastbone offered no protection as the broadhead sliced through everything effortlessly. She froze and looked down with a look of disbelief on her face just before she tumbled into the water with a splash. I could see the red blood staining the clear water. I left the bow. God knows her husband had paid me enough to buy another one.\par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28\par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28 Scene 8- The needle slid easily through the flesh of her belly until the point entered a void between the organs. A pull back on the syringe proved it was where it was supposed to be. A different and much larger one was then installed on the needle. As the plunger was pushed her whimpers rapidly became screams of torture. As well they might for the injection of concentrated acid into your guts hurts like hell. \par } \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28\par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28 Scene 9- \u8220\'93 The prisoner will rise and come to face the bench. We the judges find you guilty on all charges. Furthermore we find that you acted in such a manner as to merit the maximum penalty available to us. We also find the weight of evidence so overwhelming as to preclude any and all appeals hence all are denied at this time. Therefore we sentence you to death.\u8221\'94 The young blond never noticed the man that moved toward her. With a sweet swing that was meant to send a long fly ball over the center field wall the bat struck her as the lower part of the back of her head. Her skull shattered with the fragments of bone slicing deep into her brain. Her neck also snapped and severed her spinal cord where it left the base of the skull. Her body flew forward and she landed on her face with a dull sounding thud. Already her hair was turning red as the heart that hadn\u8217\'92 t yet got the message that she was dead kept pumping. Justice was fast and final in this courtroom\par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28\par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28 Scene 10- A giant wishbone, that was what she was to become. One ankle was already tied to a nice strong oak tree. Even now her other leg was being hooked to a winch in preparation . With a clatter the small engine driving the winch came to life. Although there was no possibility of her getting free she still had to try. He thought it was funny as hell as she hopelessly attempted to free herself. She had plenty of time to try, the winch was powerful but slow. Perfect for this use.\par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28 She was now spread as for as she could go, one leg right the other left. The winch stopped. Grabbing a handful of hair he flipped her over onto her face. It was time for him to use her one last time. Every thrust against her stretched body sent tearing waves of pain through her hips and lets but it only added to his enjoyment. For the fist time however he did not climax but pulled out and pulled he over once again onto her back. With the winch restarted he returned to his rape. Slowly the cable began the process of ripping her in two. His plan of being inside of her body as it was ripped in two worked but there were a few drawbacks. First he figured she would get tighter as it went on, second he expected more movement from her, third he didn\u8217\'92t plan on the mess. Of course she tried to move but once the cable got really tight she couldn\u8217\'92t move anything below her waist so he got a dead meat ride. As far as her getting tighter he just misunderstood what was going to happen, she got lots looser. Finally the mess. There is a rubber band effect then you stretch something and once her body was pulled past its limits everything happened fast. One second he was fucking a live tortured girl and the next he was laying in a pile of guts and blood. TWANG }}