[I'll re-post this story because there's now a link to the conclusion of the story (below).]
“Hey sweetie,” Andrea said as she got to work, hoping no one would notice she was late.
“Hey, what’s up?” Sydney said with a smile.
Andrea was glad to see her friend. They worked together in Human Resources for BDM, a major agriculture company. They were about the same age. They started work on the same day a few months before and seemed to hit it off well together.
Andrea hung her coat on a hook and tried to sit at her desk as if everything was fine.
Sydney sensed something was up. Her friend was always punctual. And something else was slightly different. For a moment she wasn’t quite sure what to say.
She noticed something else. Andrea liked to wear real tight blouses – they both did.
“Did you ….?” she asked, gesturing to her chest area. “Did you … get some piercings?” She thought she could make out the outline of two rings in the area around Andrea’s nipples.
Andrea sighed. She nodded.
In some ways she was happy and relieved her friend noticed. But in other ways the whole situation made her feel sick.
“Wow – very fun and sexy,” Sydney said with a sly smile. “You didn’t tell me you were thinking about doing that.”
Andrea looked worried and serious. “It wasn’t exactly my choice,” she said.
Sydney got a shocked look. “Oh my God … did you … did you get a summons?” she asked.
Andrea made a grimace. “Yeah, over the weekend,” she nodded.
“Wow … that’s such big news,” Sydney said with a tone of concern. “My God … how are you feeling?”
“I’ll be okay,” Andrea said. “It’s … it’s a lot to deal with. But mostly I guess I just want to carry on normally as long as I can. I mean, I know there are good reasons for the summons. I get that. I’m not angry. I’ll handle the feelings.”
Sydney studied her friend’s face closely while she spoke, seeing the strong, complex emotions play out on her expression. “Well, you’re being very brave,” Sydney said.
“And you picked electricity for your method?” Sydney asked after a little pause.
Andrea nodded gravely. “Yeah, I’m really nervous about that.”
“Did they give you a choice?” Sydney asked. “Could you choose the gallows?”
Andrea nodded. “They said I could pick the gallows and they’d try to work me in. But they said they’d have to do it really quickly – like later this week – because after that the gallows are going to be shut down for renovations for the next year for the upswing in demand. They said if I’d rather be electrocuted it would probably happen in two to four months. So … I took that option.”
“I see,” Sydney said. “And then you got the piercings?”
“Yeah,” Andrea nodded. “They showed me a couple of styles and colors to choose from.” She paused for a moment to collect her feelings, then continued. “I mean, getting the piercings might be kind of fun and sexy. I was trying to tell myself to enjoy the process. But it’s different when I know I’m getting the piercings so I can be … electrocuted. It feels funny,” she said with a serious tone.
It was well known that piercings helped the process of electrocution. Hooking the electrodes up to piercings in the body allowed the current to enter the body and flow as smoothly as possible, requiring much less power to achieve good, consistent effects on the condemned person.
“Did you get one … down there?” Sydney asked with a sly smile.
Andrea shook her head. “No, I’m supposed to go back later this week for the final piercing.”
“How interesting,” Sydney sad, still smiling.
“I don’t know,” Andrea said. “That part is scary. I mean …. maybe it’ll be fun. It might be kind of sexy. But also … good Lord, how humiliating. And it might hurt like crazy too, at least for the first few months.”
“Do you want me to go with you when you get it done?” Sydney asked.
Andrea nodded. “It would mean a lot to me,” she said. “I mean, I can cope with the feelings. I can handle this. But it’s a lot to think about. Having a friend to talk to would really mean a lot.”
“I’m here for you sweetie. I’ll do whatever I can,” Sydney said. And with a bit of a smile she said, “And I definitely want to see those piercings you have now – you’ve got to let me get a good look when the time is right.”
“I will,” Andrea nodded.
* * *
The government started a “summons” program to reduce population.
First they tried a few small pilot programs. Those were largely successful.
So the program was growing.
Some men got a summons between ages 18 and 21. But more of the summonses seemed to fall on women in that age range. By their 22d birthday a young person was mostly safe.
No one knew who would get picked or why. Some people thought they could see patterns. Some thought there were more summons in areas of the country where support for the current government was weakest. Others said that wasn’t true and the process was mostly random.
The summonses were mostly routine and didn’t usually become news.
Once in awhile the media focused on an unusual case – like a college math genius who got his Ph.D by age 21 and a summons shortly afterward, or a gorgeous young ballerina who got a summons right after she turned 18. They all told the media the same messages – the summons program is important to help the environment and they’d do their part even if their personal feelings were naturally reluctant or mixed.
A few young people said they wanted to volunteer. There was a high-profile young Dutch activists with a distinctive ponytail hairstyle - when she turned 18 she insisted on her right to volunteer. She argued her case in the media with so much energy and passion and anger that she eventually got her wish and got a summons. But the idea of volunteers remained controversial with the public and was not widely adopted.
* * *
A few months later Andrea reported to the execution facility on time. They told her she’d be waiting about 7-14 days. No visitors are allowed during the first 7 days so the prisoners have time to get acclimated. After that, a short visit now and then is okay.
Sydney went to visit Andrea on day 8.
There was a long process to sign in, get a background check and a thorough search.
Once she was approved for entry one of the guards took her to see Andrea.
The holding facility was a huge building. Maybe it has once been a factory.
Sydney noticed that the air was very warm and humid, almost tropical.
There was also a steady loud hum from the ventilation systems.
Lots of cages were bolted to the floor, spread far apart with wide aisles between them. Each holding cage was about 6-feet (2 meters) square with steel bars for all four walls and steel bars for a ceiling too. The condemned were held one to a cage. Clothing was not allowed for the condemned.
Sydney was excited as she was escorted to Andrea’s cell. “Hey hey, sweetie!” Sydney said in a happy, upbeat tone as she walked up to the cell.
Andrea was glad to see her friend but had a bittersweet attitude. “Hey,” she said. “I didn’t know you were coming. Thank you so much. I’m going crazy here with nothing to do.”
“Of course you knew I’d come,” Sydney said. “But I can’t stay too long – they said a couple of minutes,” she said. “It’s fantastic to see you! How are you doing?”
Andrea shrugged, “As well as I can I guess. It’s boring with nothing to do. I try to distract my thoughts about what’s coming up. But it’s hard.”
“Do you have what you need here?” Sydney asked.
Andrea shrugged. “I get food and water and washing supplies. At night there’s a sleeping pad. I guess it’s okay.”
Sydney nodded. She paused to let her friend collect her thoughts and say what she wanted.
“The worst part is I’m naked all the time,” Andrea said with a tone of exasperation, throwing up her arms in frustration and stamping her foot. “I asked several people on the staff if I could have something and they all just say, ‘Nope! Why waste money?’ like that’s some kind of private joke they have that's supposed to be funny.”
Sydney nodded.
“Ugh,” she said, letting her intense frustrations boil over. “I feel so exposed and helpless,”
“Yeah I can understand,” Sydney nodded thoughtfully. “I'd feel the same way if I was locked up. Most girls would.”
There was a pause.
“On the other hand,” Sydney said with a smile and a flirtatious tone, “You look totally cute and sexy and gorgeous being all bare like that.”
“Well thanks,” Andrea said. She couldn’t hide a bit of a smile and blush.
“And being all bare like that you get to show off all of your pretty piercings,” Sydney said in an upbeat tone.
Andrea gave a rueful nod.
“How are your piercings doing?” Sydney asked. “Do they feel good?”
“Okay I guess,” she said. “There’s a throbbing pain sometimes with each of them. It comes and goes – I guess that’s normal. When I was home I’d take some aspirin for the pain. But I can’t have it here. So I just have to put up with it. But overall they’re not too bad.”
The conversation paused for a moment. Then Sydney got a sweet, girlish smile, “So, um ... are there cute boys here?” she asked with a little laugh. “It might be fun to ogle some naked guys while they're waiting for their execution,” she said.
“Sadly I haven’t seen any,” Andrea said. “I guess they’re in a different part of the building. Or maybe they have a different holding facility.”
“Have they told you when you're going to be electrocuted?” Sydney asked.
The blunt question made Andrea gulp. “Not exactly,” she said. “The government is on a 4-day holiday starting tomorrow. I think this place will be really short-staffed and quiet, and not much will happen.”
Sydney nodded.
“But when they get back from their break then … that may be my time,” she said nervously.
“Well I’m glad you’ve got a few more days to relax and take it easy,” Sydney said.
The “relax and take it easy” phrase bothered Andrea a little. But she didn’t say anything.
“I asked them if I could go home,” Andrea said, “then come back here when they need me here. They said ‘No.’ They said it’s too much paperwork to release someone then check them back in again later,” she said with exasperation. “I’m not resisting the process. I’m not trying to get away. But they said I have to stay,” she said.
“Do you have anyone to talk with?” Sydney asked.
“Not really,” Andrea said. “The staff mostly isn’t allowed to speak to me and I’m not supposed to speak with them. I’m not supposed to speak with the other condemned prisoners either. And anyway, the holding cells are so far apart we’d basically have to shout at each other,” she said.
She paused for a moment. “There was a girl I could see in the holding cell over there,” she said, gesturing to her left. “We couldn’t talk or anything. But it was nice to give her a little waive and she’d waive back. It was nice to think someone else knew what I was going through.” Andrea said.
“They took her away yesterday,” Andrea said with a sad tone.
There was a little pause. Andrea wanted to change the subject.
“How are things at work?” she asked.
“Okay,” Sydney said. “The quarterly diversity reports are due to the government next week so I’m spending a lot of time on that.”
Sydney continued, “I wish you could help me, sweetie – instead of just lollygagging your little butt around here!”
Andrea had not smiled or laughed much since she arrived at the facility. But she smiled at Sydney’s little joke. She was SO glad her friend took the time for a visit. And she was glad it wasn’t a sad or tearful meeting. Her emotions were welling up.
“Me too,” She nodded. “Sorry my execution is getting in the way of work,” she said trying to keep an upbeat tone.
A nearby guard gestured to Sydney, to let her know her time was about up.
“I think I’ve got to go sweetie,” Sydney said. “I can't visit again for about 5 days – the visitor's office here is going to be closed and anyway I'm going out of town to see my parents at their beach house. The weather is supposed to be gorgeous this weekend and I've got a really fun, new skimpy bikini I want to wear,” she said with a girlish smile. “I'll be thinking about you. I promise I'll try to visit when I can – I’ll try to see you again before your big day.”
Andrea nodded. “Okay,” she said. “Thanks.”
Sydney put her hands up onto the metal bars of the holding pen. She moved in very close, between two of the bars. She moistened her lips. “Give me a kiss, sweetheart,” Sydney said.
Andrea was mildly surprised at that. A kiss with her friend was not their normal way of parting. But it sounded like a fun idea. Ever since she got the summons, she realized, her emotions had been a whirlwind. And the cross-currents of emotions had just gotten stronger with time. She was nervous and frightened and worried. Most of all she yearned desperately for some nice human contact. She knew this might be one of the last chances in her life. She put her arms behind her back. She moistened her lips, got a bit of a smile and leaned in close. Andrea closed her eyes as they made contact.
The kiss was short. But it had a lot of meaning for Andrea. All of Andrea’s stress and fears and worries made her emotions extra strong. Her whole body was extra sensitive.
The short kiss brought a pretty smile to her face. She couldn't help feeling a tingle at some sensitive parts of her body.
“You take care,” Sydney said sweetly as Andrea opened her eyes.
Andrea nodded.
“God I’m so proud of you,” Sydney said. “You’re doing so good. If I was going to be electrocuted I'd be a nervous wreck.”
Andrea sighed. “I’m doing the best I can.”
“Look – you just have a few days to live,” Sydney said. “Promise me you’ll try to enjoy yourself. Promise me you won’t feel bad about being bare. You look so adorable and incredible. You're cute as a button. A girl who's so beautiful should be happy. I want you be thankful they keep you naked and think about how much fun that is. I want you to enjoy the great feelings and keep a big, happy smile as long as you're here. Okay sweetie?”
Andrea's heart sank with the feeling she wouldn't see her friend again for many days – and maybe never again. She felt extra sad and worried about the future. And she felt extra frustrated at being locked in a pen. But on the other hand Sydney was so bubbly and upbeat that Andrea couldn't help getting a bittersweet smile. “Maybe you’re right,” Andrea said. “I’ll try to stay positive.”
A guard started walking over to Sydney to escort her out. Andrea noticed he was a big guy – a bit over average height with strong, manly shoulders. He looked good in his dark uniform, plus a utility belt around his waist with weapons and restraints. Andrea noticed that Sydney was checking him out too.
“Hmmm,” Sydney said almost silently.
Andrea smiled a that and shook her head a bit. Her friend could be such a flirt.
After just a moment Sydney took her eyes off of the guard and turned to look at Andrea. “Bye sweetie,” she said.
When the guard came over Sydney stood close to him. With both hands she took hold of his left arm around his bicep area. He didn't seem to mind, and Sydney snuggled close to him. She looked up at him flirtatiously with a quick bat of her eyelashes. While he was escorting her away she turned back over her shoulder. With a cheery tone she said, “Be good!!”
Andrea smiled at that. She waived back and watched her friend walk away.
The visit brought Andrea some intense bittersweet feelings. She was happy for the encounter. At the same time Sydney’s departure made her feel much more sad and alone and helpless than before locked in her holing pen. She didn’t know if she’d see her friend again. She licked her lips gently, to see if there was some lingering taste from their kiss.
* * *
Andrea was worried about what the days ahead would be like for her. In her cell she had few ways to distract her mind – no book, no magazine, no one to talk with. She was a bright, smart girl with a very active and vivid imagination. She frequently thought about the electrocution process even though she knew it wasn’t the best topic.
When she tried not to think about the electrocution then her thoughts turned to how helpless and exasperated and uncomfortable she felt in the holding cell.
To distract her mind she thought about what she’d do if she was released for a day of freedom. Heck, she thought, just one hour of release would be heavenly. She wanted to put on one of her favorite colorful and skimpy short dresses and go out among other people. She thought about getting a coffee at her favorite café. She’d sit at a table by the window and just watch the world.
She thought about other things too – cooking a special meal for a friend, going on a date, or strolling her favorite park.
Now all those things were gone. She thought people who have their freedom mostly have no idea how incredibly sweet it really is. She’d give anything for one hour of freedom. But it was not an option.
Andrea had never felt comfortable with her body. It was one of the main reasons she felt so uncomfortable being bare in her cell. She felt she was too slim. She admired the curved hips and larger breasts of other girls. Other girls often told Andrea how much they admired her slim figure. She figured they were just saying that to be nice.
For awhile she dated a guy who loved the slim look. He tried to build her confidence. He pointed out how lots of the most glamorous, highest-paid models in top-end magazines had the same slim build and small, firm breasts.
Andrea didn’t really appreciate his attempts to make here feel better about her figure. They didn’t go out for long.
The visit from Sydney was a pleasant memory.
Sydney asked if there were any boys locked up in nearby holding cells. Andrea thought about that.
In some ways Andrea thought the whole summons program was totally horrible and no laughing matter.
But in other ways she liked to imagine what it would be like if a guy was locked up in a nearby holding cell waiting to be executed. Andrea thought that having a man nearby might be kind of fun and funny and sexy. It was a fun little fantasy that stirred her loins a bit.
Sydney had told her to try to enjoy the feelings of being a naked captive.
“Was that possible?” she wondered. “Are there some women who would enjoy the feelings?” she asked herself.
She had a few friends who enjoyed the submissive role or the feelings of being an exhibitionist. So she thought it was possible some would enjoy the feelings.
During her first semester in college she took a gym class. One of the other girls was very pretty, like a model. She was a shameless exhibitionist and flirt in the girls’ locker room. She’d take any excuse to quickly get naked and parade around, taking her time going to and from the showers with a smile. After a shower she’d stop by one of the sinks – she’d use the mirror to put on some makeup and chat up the other girls while she was totally bare.
Andrea always had a more cautious and reserved personality. So this behavior was hard to understand. Now she thought back to that more. What was that girl thinking and feeling? Why did she enjoy that so much? Andrea tried to think about being back in that locker room with lots of other girls around, walking around like that and having a great time. It helped her to smile a little and distract her thoughts in a pleasant way.
Andrea tried a little experiment. When she noticed that one of the roving guards or other staff was going to stroll by her cell she stopped turning away from the guard and instead kept her place, so the guard could have a nice frontal or side-on view if he or she wanted.
She quickly noticed that some of them, men and women, didn’t seem to care at all. They didn’t check her out as they walked by. Others seemed to enjoy the sight and seemed to enjoy looking her over. It was interesting to notice the differences in personality and attitude among the guards and other staff. And it helped give her mind something to think about.
She noticed one young man in particular, a roving guard about her age or a bit younger. When he was on duty and making his rounds he’d stroll by her cell every hour or two. He seemed to feel it was wrong or not polite to look at her. But he also wanted to steal some glances. So he tried to act all casual and catch some glances of Andrea without being noticed. For some reason Andrea thought this was kind of cute and charming. She decided to play along. Whenever she noticed this young man was going to stroll by her holding cell she pretended to take no note of him. Yet when he came by she found some excuses to show off. She’d stretch her arms overhead and arch her back. Or she’d stretch her arms behind her back and pull her shoulders back. She pretended to be totally clueless and unaware that he’d be checking her out.
It became a fun, flirtatious little game for her. It offered a few minutes of pleasant distraction while she waited for her execution. And it helped her feel a little more confident about her looks.
As her mood improved she noticed that sexy thoughts and feelings came to her easier. Why? she wondered. Was it some odd reaction to her fear and worry about her upcoming execution? Was it from being locked up naked for all to see? Was the staff putting a little something in the food that made her feel a bit aroused and horny? She couldn't say for sure.
The sexy feelings partly made her uncomfortable and embarrassed. She didn't want any of the guards or staff to notice how she felt. And partly her sexy thoughts and feelings were a fun little secret and helped her to smile.
When she was feeling most aroused and horny her body would get extra sensitive and "perky." The three metal piercings throbbed with feeling. Partly it was painful for Andrea. And it was a painful reminder about why the piercings are there. She felt sad and helpless and frustrated to be penned up naked with nothing to do but wait for her execution. But in some other ways the tingling and throbbing feelings at the most sensitive parts of her body were fun and exciting too, and gave her a sexy feeling.
* * *
Sydney never saw her friend again.
* * *
Five days after their visit, right after the morning feeding, Andrea noticed a staff member in the distance coming her direction.
Andrea's heart skipped a beat.
The woman could see Andrea noticed her. She didn’t say anything at first but held up a pair of handcuffs and gave them a little shake.
It was a scary sight for Andrea. Her eyes got big. She felt very alone and helpless. Instinctively she put her hands and arms in front of her body out of fear.
She gulped. “Is today the day?” Andrea asked warily as the woman approached.
“Yes, I think we can work you in this morning,” she said with a cheerful tone.
Andrea grimaced at that.
“Okay my little chickadee,” she said holding up the handcuffs. “The first thing we need to do is clip your wings. Face away from me and put your arms behind your back. We'll get you cuffed nice and tight.”
The handcuffs scared her. “Oh please ...” she said with fear. “Can we skip those? I swear I’m not resisting.”
“The handcuffs are our procedure sweetie,” the staffer said in a casual tone. “It’s for your safety and ours. Lots of young women feel scared about this part. But you might feel better when we get the cuffs on you – let's see. Now turn around for me.”
Andrea sighed. She turned around reluctantly.
It took her a moment to build up her courage for the next step. She breathed deep a few times and tried to settle her emotions a little. Then she put her hands behind her back.
“That’s a good girl – that's a good girl,” the woman said as she was trying soothe a small child or a pet.
The cuffs were some sort of heavy nylon design, perhaps with a steel strap inside for extra strength. They were sized right for Andrea's slim wrists. They gripped her tight.
Once the cuffs were fastened in place Andrea tried tugging at them a few times to try to see how they felt.
“Ugh,” she blurted, tilting her head back, and she discovered how restrictive they felt. All the most vulnerable parts of her body felt more exposed – she could feel a stirring throughout her body, especially her most sensitive places.
“Some women hate being cuffed especially with no clothes on,” the woman said as if reading Andrea's mind. “Some women love the sexy look and feelings of having her arms locked behind her back all firm and inescapable if you know what I mean,” she said with a bit of a sly smile. “Try to think good thoughts and enjoy the feelings if you can,” she said.
She paused as if there was more she wanted to say. “I guess I'm one of those who has always loved the feelings,” she said. “I make my husband put them on me a couple of times a week. He doesn't understand why I enjoy the feelings so much. But he knows how much it turns me on so he doesn't complain,” she said with a little smile. “And I make sure he's well rewarded if you know what I mean,” she said with a little laugh.
Andrea nodded.
“Have you been married darling?” she asked.
Andrea shook her head. “No,” she said. She felt a sad about that. Overall she felt so scared and helpless that all of her emotions hit her hard.
“It has its ups and downs,” the woman said. “But it can be a lot of fun at times.”
The staffer had one more item with her. It was a gag and bit for the mouth. “Anyway, one more item for you,” she said.
Andrea shuddered – it was a very unwelcome sight.
As soon as the gag went on it felt big and intrusive and quite uncomfortable.
The gag was in the shape of a “T.” It was made from some kind of very hard, round hose or rubber. The base of the “T” fit inside her mouth, filling her mouth and keeping her tongue depressed. The cross-bar of the “T” sat between her teeth, forcing her mouth to stay open.
Andrea tried to say something but it just came out as “Ouooo” and “Mmoum.”
The gag had a couple of straps. The staffer had Andrea face away from her and she buckled the straps together behind Andrea’s neck.
At first Andrea thought the straps were on too tight. They forced the gag into her mouth more than needed. It was uncomfortable. She wanted to say something, but nothing came out more than “Mmoourr oonnnuur.”
As a last step, the guard tightened the straps on the gag even more, forcing it into her mouth even deeper.
“Wwoouurr!” she whimpered as she turned back to face the woman in khaki. If she couldn’t speak she hoped that the woman would see the pleading expression on her face. She was desperate to tell the staffer that the gag was on much too tight.
The woman seemed to notice Andrea’s cries of alarm. And she seemed to notice the distressed look on Andrea’s face. It seemed to make her smile. She nodded.
This was not the reaction Andrea wanted. She tugged hard on her cuffs and stomped her foot, feeling overwhelmed by all the feelings of helplessness and humiliation.
“Now don’t be unhappy sweetie,” she said with a soothing tone. “You look very good. Take some deep breaths for me. That’s a good girl. There are good reasons for the gag, and for everything we do, okay? When the electricity starts flowing hard we don’t want you to slam your jaw shut and shatter your teeth. You’d be surprised how much violent shaking and convulsions there are. The gag needs to be in snug so it stays in place no matter how hard you’re struggling. Try keep your jaw relaxed and get used to it the best you can.”
It was not what Andrea wanted to hear. “Roouumm mmoowww,” she said with a pleading tone of voice.
The woman just smiled and nodded. “That’s a good girl,” she said, “That's a good girl. I knew you’d understand. Anyway sweetie,” she said with an offhand tone, “I'm sure this is not the first time you've had something big in that naughty little mouth.”
“Wwoouumm,” Andrea moaned at the discomfort and indignity of the gag.
“Now you just relax and wait here,” she said cheerfully. “I need to step away and make sure the team is ready for you. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” she said. “And as soon as I come back we'll move ahead with your execution.”
There was nothing for Andrea to do but pace in her holding cell and wait. Time passed slowly. She thought about what Sydney had said, about trying to have fun with the new feelings and experiences. It was very hard. Being handcuffed felt terribly frustrating – she was intensely aware how vulnerable her breasts were, especially the piercings in her nipples where they were going to hook up electrodes. And that was nothing compared to how vulnerable she felt about her other piercing. The woman in khaki said some women love the feeling of handcuffs – Andrea tried to tell herself that the cuffs were fun and felt terrific.
The gag was uncomfortable and humiliating as well.
She wondered if there would be much pain. She wondered how long it would take. It made her heart beat fast.
After what seemed like a long time the woman in khaki returned. She had a cart.
“Okay, sweetheart,” she said in a voice that wasn’t very sweet. “Good news. The team said they can take you now. Let’s move ahead with your execution.”
END OF PART ONE
SUMMONED FOR AN EXECUTION - Conclusion The woman took Andrea out of her cell. She helped her kneel on the cart. She pointed out two padded areas for her knees. Andrea was forced to spread her knees to rest on the padded areas.
Once Andrea was kneeling the woman took quite a bit of time strapping her lower legs in place, then rolled her off to the execution chamber.
There were quite a few people in and around the execution chamber, maybe a half dozen, men and women, old and young. None of them seemed to be very busy at the moment. Some looked over at Andrea, obviously checking out her body. Others seemed uninterested.
She couldn’t help notice that when men were checking out a woman their eyes went straight for the breasts, especially bare breasts.
“Men!” she thought, shaking her head with a combination of exasperation and amusement. “Always thinking about one thing.”
Some of you may recognize I borrowed a snippet of dialog from the cartoon series "The Tightrope Zone" by Dolcett.
If anyone wants to read another story with a roughly similar theme, this one seems to be kind of popular:
GALLOWS DAY AT THE OLD WEST FESTIVAL Part 1 “Just step this way sweetie,” said the hangman, holding an open noose. His voice was warm – Lucy had imaged he’d bark out harsh commands like an angry drill sergeant.
She stepped slowly as she reached the top of the stairs. “Ugh – I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she thought for the millionth time.
She walked carefully on the uneven wooden surface, worried she’d trip or her knees would buckle from being so scared and nervous. When she was standing next to the hangman she closed her eyes, nodded a few times rapidly, and then lifted her chin to show she was ready for the noose.
He eased the rope over her head, pulled her braided pony tail out from inside of the noose, and pulled it snug around her neck.
The rope was thick, with prickly hairs that tickled her bare skin. She opened her eyes. Standing
i am interested to know what method the activist with the distinctive hair chose, my guess is it wouldnt be electrocution xXx
The story doesn't really say what the options are, other than hanging and electrocution. I guess the other details are up to the reader to imagine.
I like the Story very much, well done! I‚d like to read the further journey, too.
This one, I like, too, as the new one, you uploaded recently. I reflected why I generally like them so much. I think there are some major reasons:
The writing style is elaborated and good to understand even for me as german.
Then I love the scenarios which are well embedded in dystopian societys and the consensual or at least willingly or cooperative victims. And the scenarios which are hopeless and often contain permanent bondage. On this one I like, you have included preparing the victims gear, and the reactions of the victim beeing restrained. Thats what I missed one the ponygirl story (I commented) and loved at the milking barn story. Keep on!
Don't feel like you have to reply. But if you want to share any reactions that's appreciated.
Anyway I wanted to say Part 2 is now posted in case you want to have a look.
A horrifying, dystopian glimpse. I'd like to say more. but I'm not sure what.
I know - I wish I could enjoy your stuff more, but both willingness and hopelessness are very contextual tastes for me.
That's a good statement. You're very articulate. I think I understand -- my preferences are short stories are so specific that I can't really enjoy the work of almost any writer. If I want to read a story that really appeals to me I have to write it myself.
The best advice I ever heard for writers was, "write the story you'd most like to read."
Maybe some day you'll write and post a story here that you want to share. I bet you'd get quite a few fans. Stories don't have to be long -- one of mine with over 100 favorites is just 750 words.
Maybe - right now i'm in that spot where I have stories I've promised to write and am stuck on, so doing other stuff wouldn't seem fair.
I can like both a willing victim and a dead end, even together, but not quite the way you usually do them.
If you post a story here some day I'd like to check it out (especially if it's not too long -- 3 thousand to 4 thousand words is about my limit unless I'm really into a story a lot).
Well we'll see. Perhaps I'll write one for an interesting pic I see.