Execution of a PoserNazi (Firing Squad, Urination) by Repentant Lurker

This is just a little vignette that I wrote after a girl on the Femmegore board moaned that there were too many poser pics clogging up the text stories part of the board.

Execution of a PoserNazi

Kristin stood defiantly as her hands were bound behind the pole, refusing to give her killers what they wanted. She would not fight, she would not beg, she would not cry. The bullets would come and she would accept them. She glared round the walled courtyard resolutely meeting the eyes of each of her executioners and those watching from the windows above. When the officer tying her arms had secured her he taunted her speaking into her ear softly “You’re a hard one aren’t you?” her whispered “Bet you taste sweet though” he said licking her face salaciously. Kristin fought her natural instinct to turn and spit at him, refusing to grant him the satisfaction. The officer smiled, inwardly pleased that the gorgeous prisoner was showing such spirit. He ran his hand up her nylon covered thigh cupping her crotch and pushing his finger into cleft in the skin-tight white lycra hot-pants she had chosen to wear for her final stand. “Look at them” he said referring to the six soldiers stood across the courtyard holding their rifles across their chests. “Do you think you’ll still be so defiant when their bullets are tearing through that delicious body of yours” he continued, bringing the his hand up the flat of her well toned stomach he dug a finger into her navel “Do you think you’ll still be so brave when the bullets punch into you?” He cupped the tight white spandex sports bra covering her firm perky breasts, “Your body is betraying you my dear” he sniped, pinching her erect nipple. “Is that fear or excitement I wonder.”

Kristin winced at the pain but still refused to react. Her tormenter chuckled, giving her a hard slap on her firm buttocks and strode back across the courtyard to the waiting line of soldiers. He turned to admire the doomed captive. He loved her defiant expression especially the pout of her full dark lips. His eyes roved over her delightful body, admiring her small but delightfully pert breasts, her lovely tanned tummy, the way that the delightfully tight hot-pants hugged at the contours of her pelvis. His eyes continued down enjoying the way the cute white tights clung to her succulent thighs and they were complimented by sexy knee-length white patent leather boots. The luscious Filipino glared back at him, hate filling her lovely dark eyes, although her cute bottom lip was beginning to quiver ever so slightly. He smiled back coldly and began his speech.

“Kristin. You have been found guilty of crimes against humanity relating to your treatment of the poser artist community. Your sentence is death by firing squad to be carried out immediately. Do you have any last words?” “I only wanted them to post their art some where else” Kristin moaned still unable to accept the magnitude of her crime “Just not in the Text Stories section” Her bottom lip was now shaking noticeably. “Forced migration is a violation of the UN charter of human rights and punishable by death.” The officer retorted. “Squad shoulder arms.” He barked. Kristin watched fearfully as the soldiers calmly shouldered their rifles. “Take aim” The officer continues walking behind the squad. “You three aim low.” He instructed those closest to him deliberately loud enough for Kristin to here. It was all too much for the petrified Asian beauty and she lost control of her bladder a large yellow stain spread over the crotch of her hot-pants and soaked her white nylon clad thighs. Drops of the hot urine dripped from the cleft in her tight shorts splattering on the flagstones of the courtyard below. The officer chucked, delighted at his victims final humiliation. “Fire!” he ordered.

Kristin gasped with a mixture of surprise and agony as the bullets tore cruelly through her lovely young body. Gouts of blood sprayed from both her delicious pert tits. Her cute navel was replaced by an ugly red hole. Each of her lush thighs was viciously punctured as was her lycra-clad muff. Her delicious bottom bounced against the harsh wooden pole and the beautiful Filipino sagged in her bonds, her legs lost traction and slipped out in front of her so that she sank to the floor her perky butt splashing in the puddle of piss on the flagstones. She pitched over slightly till the bonds on her arms held her upright. Kristin coughed once splattering her shiny white boots with crimson. Her gorgeous head lolled forward onto her chest, she gazed at the growing pink stain on her hot-pants, captivated by the sight as her vision grew hazy and dark and final.

Above the courtyard the onlookers from the windows watched the scene gleefully. They worked on their lap-tops furiously; each of the poser artists competing with one another to capture the erotic demise of their harshest critic.