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From Orientation
for X.
V. Special Punishment - Firing Squad
(continued): Immediately after the
execution, MA’s shall examine prisoner.
When they have finished their preliminary evaluation and cleared the
release, the special unit of guards shall cut the ropes holding prisoner to the
post. The fall from the post to the
ground will likely result in much pain from the injuries sustained in the
shooting. When the prisoner hits the ground,
responsibility passes from the special unit back to you. Keep in mind that further injuries may result
while handling prisoner. Put the
prisoner onto a stretcher by rolling her onto it and carry her to the medical
facility. As always blindfold must be
securely in place when transporting prisoner between sections of the
prison,. Doctors will administer X-Rays
and determine the extent of injuries incurred to that point. Medical procedures will be limited to
diagnosis and only essential care.
When
cleared from Medical, carry prisoner on stretcher to the regular punishment
field. Set stretcher on ground and roll
her off it onto her back. Prisoner will
probably have sustained broken bones in both arms and legs and will be in great
pain. Spread prisoner’s arms and legs
directly out from body in spread eagle position. Pound stakes into ground just beyond her feet
and hands. Tie feet and hands to the
stakes. Remove blindfold.
Prisoner
shall be left in this position for 24 hours.
MA’s will monitor prisoner and prescribe water and nutrients as
necessary. Guards shall be present for
the entire period. Individual guards
shall rotate into and out of the punishment area according to their assigned
shifts. Guards shall interrogate
prisoner and shall administer pain to the extent necessary to fulfill the
prisoner’s sleep deprivation sentence.
After the
24 hour period is over, untie prisoner, blindfold her, and carry her back to
the Medical Center on the stretcher.
There she will receive treatment. Some bones may need to be rebroken so that
they can be set properly.
Carry her
to the cage. She will remain in her cage
exposed to the rain and the other elements until she fully recuperates. Guards shall closely watch her for the entire
period. Estimated recuperation time is 6
to 8 weeks.
* * * *
It was
raining. The downpour was turning the
ground to mud. Fortunately, we had
pounded the stakes far enough in so that X’s arms and legs were held firmly in
place. The other guards drifted to the
shelter of the wall. I stayed behind to
guard the prisoner. I looked down at the
her.
She lay on
her back in the mud. She was still in her black bikini. Her arms and leg were spread eagled out and
tied to the stakes. She had not tried to
move them since we had tied her down.
She still had a slight cough. I
imagined that her throat must be raw and her chest one cavity of hurt. As I stood over her, I noticed that she moved
her head from side to side, trying to find a position to get her face out of
the rain and failing each time. There
were giant bruises where the bullets had hit.
There were more bruises on her chest than could be accounted for by the
bullets. The MA’s told us that the
X-Rays had shown minimal bone breakage and so she had not received any
treatment so far, that is treatment of a positive variety.
I leaned
down to shield her face from the rain with my body. She was moaning and coughing and moaning and
coughing. I took a handkerchief out of
my pocket and wiped her face with it. It
was as wet as everything else outside but I hoped that it would give her some
relief. She stopped turning her head and
looked at me.
“Oh, it’s
you,” she said.
“I’m sorry
what he did.” I really was.
No sooner
had we taken her off the stretcher and pounded the stakes into the ground, than
the head guard had knelt beside the prisoner.
She had been yelling with pain from the lifting of her injured legs and
arms. He grabbed her by her hair and
pulled her face to his. It had still
been only an hour since the execution, so she was still coughing horribly. “Remember what I promised you,
jokester?” X just moaned and coughed.
He turned
to the other guard and me. “You don’t
need to see this. Turn around and look
the other way.”
“I’m
already a goner anyway.”
“This will
put us back to even. Turn around.”
I turned
around. “Ahh!” X yelled. Then silence.
I turned around again. X had
fainted but her coughing had waken her back up.
The head guard had his hand under X’s bikini bottom. He was clearly sticking his fingers up the
insides of her private area. X’s hips
were writhing and she was bobbing her head up and screaming. He grimaced and grimaced and pushed further
into her. Her back arched, her mouth
opened wide but no sound came out.
Without the strength to keep her head up, she dropped it back to the
ground and then brought it up again.
Only coughs broke her screams, silent screams, ghastly screams.
This was
definitely in violation of the regulations.
Where were the MA’s? Only us
three guards were there with the prisoner.
I wondered about that. “You’re
not seeing anything,” the head guard said.
“Nope,” I
replied. “I’m not seeing a thing.”
He nodded
to me. I nodded back at him.
“Up to
now. I’m about to start noticing real
soon.”
“Fuck you.”
“I figure
you got more to loose if it comes down to it.”
He scowled
and withdrew his hand. “Don’t think you
have something on me for long.”
“Fine. All I want is to get back to even with you,
head guard.”
He pondered
this for a moment. “Alright. Done.
I’ve had my fun.” He removed his
hand and let the bikini bottom snap back to the prisoner’s flesh.
That had
been ten hours before and I meant what I had just said to X (I mean
Maria.) It was night and the rain
continued to pour down.
I looked at
her and contemplated what a hot babe she was.
Her was black, her skin was a reddish brown as were most of the people
of our country. Her body was petite and
thin. I gently probed the bruises on her
chest. She howled. Cracked ribs, I concluded. I lightly traced my finger down the side of
her leg, I’m not sure why.
Her face
was contorted in suffering but even now her personality glowed faintly through
it. I wondered what kind of person she
was; I knew so very little about her.
What would she have been like on a date?
She
startled me out of my reverie. “Hey,
knight in shining armor, don’t stop now.”
“Uh, I’m
not hardly.”
She had
calmed down. That startled me, too.
“Say why
aren’t you with the rest of them?” She
gestured with her head to the other guards.
We could only see dark forms huddling against the wall in the
blackness. “It’s kind of unpleasant out
here. You did happen to notice the rain
and the mud and stuff, didn’t you?”
I couldn’t
help but smile. “Actually, somebody’s
supposed to keep you awake. You’re not
allowed to sleep, you know. Sleep
deprivation.”
“Yeah. I supposed you’re not going to be singing me
any lullabies then.”
“No, I’m a
bad singer. Really bad. In fact I would sing to you but I figured
you’re being tortured enough already.”
“What’s
with you, anyway?”
“What do
you mean?”
“I mean the
proverbial question.”
“Oh, what’s
a good man like me doing working in a dump like this?”
She nodded
her head and smiled, “That’s pretty much it.”
“Very
simple. It’s a paycheck. That’s all.”
“How?”
“How what?”
“How did
you get this job?”
“Oh, I have
a cousin in the army. He’s in
explosives.”
“I haven’t
talked to anybody in so long.” I knew
what she meant. “I think the others are
too far away to hear us.”
I sat
there, looking into her face. She lifted
her head. I pushed it back down. “You need your strength.” She looked into my eyes. I looked back into hers. At length she said, “I’m writing a story you
know.”
“Well, I’d
like to hear your story.”
“I have an
invisible book. That’s where I write –
in my invisible book. I even have a
piece in there about you.”
“Is it
about us having a date?” I blurted out.
“I wish we’d have a date.”
I thought
for a minute. This was really going far
afield.
“You know
I’m really particular about what kind of fellows I go out with and I’m really
tied down with this busy social schedule.
But then you’ve noticed, I’m sure.”
“Playing
hard to get, are you?”
She started
to laugh. “Oh, that hurts.” There was a low moan. “My whole chest feels like one big sore.”
“How about
your arms and legs?”
“Oh, I
don’t feel them anymore,” she said matter of factly. “But my back really hurts.”
“I really
am sorry.”
“I wish I
could just go to sleep and never wake up again.”
“No, you
don’t want to do that?”
“Why
not?” It was a genuine question. So I gave her a genuine answer. “Because I am going to do a murder.”
That
startled her but only for a moment. With
some anticipation in her voice, she asked, “Will you do it now?”
“No, I’m
sorry. There’s still the problem of the
aftermath. My murder plan involves my
getting away with it. That’s pretty
important.”
“Well then,
talk to me about that date.”
We chatted
like this for the next hour while the rain continued to pour. I suggested she wear a nice sun dress. She said she would a pants suit. I said I liked to look at her arms and
legs. They were sexy. She said that she hadn’t worn anything over
her arms and legs for so long that she would wear the pants just for a
change. And a blouse. She had definite ideas about her blouse. So we argued about that for awhile. Then she wanted to know where I would take
her. To a movie. What movie?
I told her that “The Sound of Music” was the best movie ever. She said no, it was “The Wizard of Oz.” So we argued about that. While we were doing all this arguing I was
running my hand over her body, while avoiding her bruises and respecting her
private areas. She accused me of
torturing her. So I stopped. Then she chewed me out for stopping. So I put my hand along her face. She pressed her cheek to my hand. I said, “Oh, hell” and bent down and kissed
her. She kissed back.
“I don’t
even know your name.”
“I can’t
tell you.”
She was
surprised. “Why not?”
“It will
mess up my plan for the murder.”
“You’re
serious? You’re really going to murder
me?”
“Yes I
am.” And I was, in a way.
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