Note: a story for the non-con enthusiasts.

We knew they were coming. We’d heard the rumors. But where could we go?

A few fled into the jungle. I did not know how they could survive. Apparently they feared the junta more.

Others took their chances with the river. I did not think it a wise idea. I was certain death awaited downstream.

A week later the military arrived. They came in trucks and jeeps. They immediately took over the town.

They found Mayor Esperanza and lined him up outside against the wall of a neighboring building. Then they had him shot, just like that. Afterwards they moved into the building from whence he used to discharge his duties.

We tried to stay off the streets out of harm’s way. But that did no good. Sometimes they broke into our homes in search of food and amusement.

I was hurrying home from a necessary errand, praying I would not be spotted. Then I heard the screams. Curiosity made me want to observe.

I rounded a corner and looked out onto the street. In front of the Mayor’s office five members of the military were having their way with Leticia Speranzo. She was nude while they were raping her right there in broad daylight.

She kept crying out for someone to come to her aid. But the townsfolk hid behind closed doors. The prevailing attitude was that it was safer not to get involved.

I watched in horrified fascination as they gang-raped her. They coated her with their seed. Then they pissed on her, totally humiliating her.

She was sobbing as she tried to rise up. She could only make it to her knees. She looked battered and bloodied.

One of the military officers produced a wicked looking sword. Then he took a mighty swing. Leticia no longer had her head.

Her body collapsed in a heap on the ground. She went into spasms and convulsions. Her bladder released as her bowels voided. But her rapists only laughed at her before heading back inside the building.

I swallowed my horror as I rushed home, praying I would not be caught outside. What I had witnessed was horrible. What shamed me even more was the way my mind kept replaying it over and over again.

I experienced a shameful arousal reliving poor Leticia’s beheading and bodily discharges in my head. I could not help myself. I masturbated until I orgasmed more than once. Then I cried myself to sleep, ashamed of the way I’d achieved release at her abuse and death.

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After that day, the military began going through town seeking women to satisfy themselves. All of us feared for our lives. Word of what had been done to Leticia swept through the streets. Her body may have disappeared, but her shameful death remained on everyone’s mind.

I knew it would soon be my turn. It was said you might live if you did not resist. So I allowed them to take me when they burst into my home.

They did not even bother dragging me back to the Mayor’s building. They raped me on my own living room floor. I was nothing but a whore to them, a piece of meat to give them sexual satisfaction.

I was beaten and bloodied. Then I was filled with cum, both in my cunt and ass. I do not know if I was more relieved or disappointed when they allowed me to live.

Word soon spread how they did not reserve their appetite for female flesh alone. The military caught Ramone Viergo rushing home to tend to the care of his mother. He never did get there.

They abused him sexually, making him suck their cocks. Then they raped his ass. After coating him with spunk and piss, they beheaded him.

I heard from an eyewitness how his naked body jerked around at the moment of beheading. Apparently his cock discharged. Afterwards there was a messy bowel movement.

I was not there to witness the cruel event. But I could easily imagine it in my mind because of poor Leticia. I should have shown more respectful. Instead I rushed home and shamefully masturbated, imagining the horror and humiliation poor Ramone must have endured before his beheading.

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Several of us females were rounded up and taken to the hall of events. Many of the military junta were in attendance. They staged a massive orgy.

All of us were raped more than once. We were treated like whores. We tolerated it as best we could.

Things took an ugly turn when Maria Alvarez was forced upon a man’s big cock. He had been hurting the women with his huge member. Even I had endured it at one point in time.

Maria sat in his lap with his cock up her ass. She was facing me at the time. Then he produced a thin cord.

I don’t know why he did it. But he wrapped it around her throat and pulled hard. She had done nothing to earn or deserve his wrath.

All at once she started to squirm. Her face turned red as he cried out how wonderful it felt. She reached up to claw the cord away, but to no avail.

I watched as she started to shudder. She was looking right at me as her bladder released. She pissed both herself and the man upon whose lap she was sitting.

He roared out his release as he rammed his huge member hard up her ass. Then he pushed her off. She crumpled onto the floor, a loud fart preceding the voiding of her bowels.

The guys all laughed. Many of the women tried to act like it was funny. I learned it was safer to go along and make fun of the suffering of others rather than risking a similar fate.

Naturally I was horrified at the way she was so cruelly snuffed. I was also shamefully aroused. Then I found myself on my hands and knees, a cock invading my own anal passage.

I was looking right at Maria’s spasming corpse. There was a whiff of bladder and bowel. The poor thing had been used like a whore and then subsequently dispatched. When my rapist came inside me, I shamefully climaxed right along with him.

There was one more indignity before we were allowed to return to our homes. Several of the men took Loretta Lopez to a corner of the room with an exposed beam. She was forced to kneel and suck many cocks. Several shamefully splattered her face.

When it was all said and done, someone looped a rope around her neck. The other end was tossed over the beam. Then she was lifted up into the air.

She kicked and struggled as her hands flew up to claw at the rope around her throat. The males all laughed at her. Several of the women smiled and pointed as though fearing for their lives if they showed horror or displeasure.

I was impaled on the lap of Big Cock at the time. He filled my cunt as I watched poor Loretta. She kicked so shamefully as she fought her noose that I milked a cum right out of my rapist.

She finally lost the ability to put up a struggle. Her arms hung limp as her naked body gently swayed back and forth. Her bladder gave way, urine dripping off her toes. Then her bowels voided, leaving a mess on the floor beneath her.

There was much laughter at her humiliation, including many of the women of the town. Loretta had been used and then hanged like a worthless whore for the amusement of her rapists. It was disgracefully arousing. Shamefully I came all over the cock still inside me.

—

Our overseers claimed something had been stolen from them. I did not know what it could possibly be. Besides, who would risk such a foolish action in a town where tyranny was law?

Much of the village was forced to gather in the town square. There a small platform had been erected. I feared the worst when I saw a block and axe on display.

The Navarro family was escorted over and forced to stand nearby. First was Edwardo, both husband and father. I remembered his kindness in years past while helping my family.

He was forced to kneel naked with his hands tied behind his back. His neck was stretched out over the block. Then one of the officers picked up the axe.

We all gasped as one. Then another got behind him and began shamefully raping him. They did it in front of his family as well as the whole town.

I watched as Edwardo’s cock involuntarily extended. The junta laughed and jeered at him. The rest of us were encouraged to follow suit. None of us dared disobey.

I was trying to laugh when the axe came down. Eduardo’s head jumped off his shoulders. Then he toppled over, the cock in his ass popping out.

His cock spurted as his bowels voided. They just kicked him aside. Then Edwina the mother was forced to take her husband’s place.

The daughter Juanita screamed for mercy for her mother. But it was not to be. Another member of the military raped her ass.

At the height of her agony the axe was lifted and then brought down hard. Edwina’s whimpers and cries were silenced the moment her head bounced. Her rapist roared his pleasure and pulled out.

Her body toppled onto its side. Her bladder released as her bowels also voided. She hitched and spasmed as she lay dying close to the body of her husband. I could only wince as I climaxed most shamefully.

Last was the daughter Juanita. We all felt sorry for her. But no one dared utter a word.

Big Cock was granted the privilege of raping her. We were all forced to laugh and jeer at her. I felt so ashamed at the arousal I was experiencing.

The axe was lifted high. There was a roar to behead her. Several of the townsfolk added their voices. It was hard to tell if it was out of self-preservation or a sense of genuine enthusiasm.

The axe came down, silencing poor Juanita’s whimpers. Her body jerked as her head bounced. Her rapist roared his release. Then he pulled out of her ass.

There was a pop, followed by a loud fart as she toppled over onto her side. Then her bowels voided messily. I climaxed shamefully, witnessing with humiliation how the daughter of an honorable family had been treated like a whore as she was cruelly snuffed for the entertainment of one and all.

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Our numbers were slowly being whittled down. Every day there was another death. And every day there were a few additions, apparently brought in from neighboring villages.

I feared the worse. They were treating the women like whores. Afterwards they were sometimes snuffed without a care in the world.

Often they were disposed in such undignified methods. How long before I would be next? And would anybody care?

Many ended up in the river, drifting downstream. Several ended up being tossed down an unused well. There were no solemn occasions to mourn the dead. Often we said no more than a silent prayer before moving on with our tenuous lives.

One day they began digging a hole in the park near the town square. They also began building a gallows. I sensed more deaths were soon to occur.

Should I try to flee into the jungle? Should I try to make it to the river, hoping to make my way downstream? The junta were everywhere; there seemed to be no escape.

Finally the gallows was finished. The military was eager to try it out. So the whole town was forced to gather together.

They had no one to hang from it, not that it mattered to them. They could choose anyone they wished. To our combined horror, that’s exactly what they did.

The first one chosen was Leila Fuentes. She was 23 and had made the rounds among the military. I thought they valued her as a whore and wished to keep her alive. I thought wrong.

She was roughly dragged out of the crowd and taken up the steps. She cried and resisted the entire time. She did not know why she had been chosen, being as how she had whored herself out in order to save herself. In the end, it did her no good.

They ripped her shabby clothes off her body until she was naked. Then they noosed her up. I felt a strange sense of excitement and revulsion.

She kept fighting and screaming. But what was the point? Didn’t she understand our lives had already been condemned by the junta? It was only a matter of time.

They did not even tie her wrists behind her back. They simply dropped the trap. What a laugh; she only fell half a foot.

Leila kicked and swung as she clawed at the noose around her throat. Everyone pointed at her naked body, laughing at her suffering. I shamefully laughed as well.

I saw many cocks appear in the hands of both military and townsfolk alike. Women openly masturbated. It made it much easier for me to pleasure myself watching her nude dance of death.

The noose was so thick that she fought for a good ten minutes before she grew tired. Her bladder finally gave way, piss streaming down her legs. Everyone laughed and jeered.

Her naked body hitched and jerked in her death throes. Then I heard the loud fart. Her bowels voided as everyone cheered. I climaxed, though not nearly as shamefully as before.

The trap was swung back up. One of the execution party eagerly fucked her corpse, much to the amusement of the others. Then she was taken down, her naked body unceremoniously heaved into the nearby pit that had been dug.

After hanging Leila, two members of the military were chosen. They waded through the crowd until they grabbed a young man I did not know. They had chosen him purely at random. That meant none of us were safe.

He was hauled up onto the platform where he was also forcibly unclothed. His arms were roughly tied behind his back. Then he was noosed as he stood over the trap.

Another member of the execution party stepped up behind him. I could tell he was fucking him from behind. The young man developed an embarrassing erection as the crowd roared its approval.

At the height of his abuse, his rapist roared out his release. Then the trap was dropped. He was left kicking and jerking naked in midair, his hard cock bouncing and twitching.

He must have fought the noose for 10 or 12 minutes at least. His cock finally went off, spurting its load to the delight of the onlookers. Then he dangled quietly.

I shamefully masturbated, jeering right along with the others in order to save myself. Then we all heard the loud fart. I climaxed the moment his bowels released, the messy discharge staining his legs. He was nothing but a male whore, condemned to death and casually snuffed for the amusement of one and all.

His naked body swung quietly as we all laughed, jeered and masturbated. Then he was taken down. The two military officers grabbed his shoulders and feet before tossing him right on top of poor Leila’s naked corpse.

I felt a strange mixture of fear, revulsion and arousal. How long was this going to go on? Who was going to be chosen next??

Two more members of the military began walking through the crowd. Thankfully they were not close to me. I winced when I saw them pick a young woman whose name I did not know. Yet I’d seen her being whored out in the Mayor’s office on several occasions.

Her parents cried out as they stood nearby. Both got rifle butts in their heads, knocking them out. Perhaps they died from the trauma as I did not see them get back up. At any rate, the message was clear.

The crowd began to jeer as she was led struggling to the platform. By now everyone knew what was coming. And they all knew what was expected of them.

I jeered right along with the rest of them. I was grateful it was not me being dragged to the gallows. I was also embarrassed at the way I was experiencing such shameful pleasure.

Her clothes were savagely ripped off her body before her arms were roughly tied behind her back. I do not know why she cried out in agony. It was a wasted effort as there was no one who would dare speak out on her behalf.

This time a spreader bar was attached to her ankles. What new cruelty was this? One end of a slender pole was forced deep up her cunt while the other end was attached to the middle of the spreader bar.

The military laughed and jeered. The townsfolk joined in. I laughed and pointed as I shamelessly rubbed myself.

The trap was dropped; she fell hardly at all. Then she began to kick. She brutally raped herself with that pole in her cunt as her feet jerked around.

There was much laughter and merriment. All around me I saw cocks being stroked and pussies being fingered. I joined in, partly out of self-preservation, but mostly because it was so shamefully arousing.

She violently raped herself as she kicked hard. I found myself loudly cheering her on. It was not wise to refrain from showing enthusiasm. Besides, I was shamefully enjoying myself.

“Rape yourself, bitch!” I taunted as I rubbed myself. “Hang, you fucking whore!” Others took up the chant.

The whole town had gone insane. No one made a move to spare her. The threat of death can make a person do strange things.

It was incredible the way she squirted her orgasm as she fucked the air. Then she pissed herself. Urine trickled down her legs, dripping off her toes to the jeers of the crowd.

I jeered right along with them. Then I cried out, “Now shit yourself, you sexy bitch!” When she did just that I orgasmed all over again. I was not the only one.

She finally went limp, her naked body twitching. She was still in her death throes, piss and shit dribbling down her legs when they took her down. The spreader bar and pole were removed before her naked body was unceremoniously tossed into the pit on top of the other two.

I saw an officer take a piss on the growing pile. Two more joined in. They could not be any more clear in revealing just how worthless they thought everybody had become to them.

Members of the military came out again, searching through the crowd for another victim to hang. Who would they pick next? Who would go from jeering spectator to unfortunate victim?

Another male was chosen, one I did not know. For a moment his wife just stood there in shock. Then she began to jeer him as she cheered his being chosen. I could not believe it.

He was taken up to the platform where he was brutally undressed. His arms were roughly tied behind his back. There were calls from the spectators for the spreader bar to make a return.

He was horrified his friends and neighbors were urging his humiliating death. The spreader bar was attached to his ankles. Then the pole was inserted deep up his ass before being attached once again to the middle of the spreader bar

There was much laughter when the trap was dropped. Almost immediately he began raping his butt with his legs, violently forcing the pole deep up his ass. We all jeered and applauded as many of us masturbated to his cruel fate.

I do not know if I was the loudest. Surely it would not hurt to show enthusiasm. So I jeered and taunted him, eager for his death as my fingers flew over my swollen nub.

He raped his ass until his cock went off. It kept spurting and spurting as we all laughed, applauded and masturbated. I climaxed without shame, having grown cold to the sight of such cruelty to my defenseless neighbors.

He suffered in agony as he lasted a long time in the noose. He finally kicked his life away. His bladder gave way until his cock dripped as he quietly swung back and forth.

Someone hollered, “Remove the pole! Let him shit himself!” The executioners worked to pull the pole out of his ass. That is when he promptly farted in his death throes.

There was much laughter as his bowels voided, the mess staining his legs. He was taken down and unceremoniously dumped in with the others. Then they came out looking for more. By now the crowd was cheering them on.

“Take this one!” I heard some bitch say as she grabbed my arm.

I was horrified as I felt a jolt of alarm. She said it aloud, causing others to take up the cry, “Come and snuff this whore!”

I turned and looked at her in shock. Why was my neighbor Reya betraying me thus?? I gasped, “What the hell are you doing??” But by then it was too late.

They came over and grabbed me by both arms. They hauled me to the gallows as the town roared its approval… “Hang her; hang the whore!” My friends had now become my enemies.

My heart lodged in my throat as I tried to break out of their grasp. Voices continued to clamor for them to “Hang the whore!” I was horrified to realize I was now to become their source of entertainment for the last few miserable minutes of my suddenly shortened life.

I anxiously shook my head; I did not want to die this way. I much preferred to be murdered in my home, a bullet to the brain. That would be quick, quiet and somewhat dignified. There was no dignity to this.

My heart hammered in my chest as I looked down at my friends and neighbors. There was not a sympathetic face among them. They’d all become animals; I was simply the next victim in their parade of prey.

My clothes were torn off my body, much to the cheers of the spectators. There was nothing I could do to cover myself. Too late I understood what it must have felt like for those who’d been shamefully hanged nude right before me.

I wanted to die with dignity, and I tried to remain silent. But I was petrified with fear. The cries finally emerged out of my throat as I begged for mercy.

My wrists were roughly tied behind my back. I yelped from how tightly they were secured. Then my legs were spread apart.

A voice cried out, “Use the spreader bar on her! Make the whore fuck herself!” Others quickly took up the cry.

I shook my head… “No; not the spreader bar!” I did not want them to see my feminine parts. I was dripping from my many shameful cums, a true whore if ever there was one.

I thought they would push it into my ass. To my horror it was shoved up into my cunt. I was forced to experience the humiliation of the pole going into me after it had just been used by its previous owner to violate his ass.

I shook my head as tears streamed down my cheeks. There were many cries of “Hang the whore!” The whole town had turned against me.

I saw men I recognized with cocks in their hands. Women I’d played with as a child eagerly masturbated to my situation. A cry of despair escaped my lips.

I wanted to apologize to the previous four victims for my shameful enthusiasms. But it was much too late for that. Now I was to suffer their fate.

I heard voices calling for someone to fuck me while I was in the noose. I felt someone step up behind me. Then a dick was pressed hard against my anus before being forcefully pushed past my sphincter.

I cried out from the pain and recognition. Surely it had to be Big Cock. No one else I’d encountered seemed to be that huge.

I cried out from the cruel violation. Then I felt like I was being lifted up into the air. The noose partially took my weight as he raped my quivering ass from behind

My pussy winked and clenched around the end of the pole inside me as I suffered in abject humiliation. Once more I heard the cries of “Hang her; hang the whore!” Instinctively I shook my head again as more tears stained my cheeks.

A horrible thought penetrated my brain. Once Big Cock finished with me, I would be hanged. As long as he was fucking me, I could still get a partial breath of air.

It was humiliating praying for my rape to last forever. Then I heard him let out a roar of satisfaction. It was over much too soon when I felt his seed pump deep inside my slutty ass.

I shook my head as the tears flowed freely. The crowd roared as I momentarily found footing upon the platform. But that was promptly taken away as the trap fell away beneath me.

My body instantly reacted to the loss of solid footing. My legs began to kick and jerk. I only succeeded in brutally raping my own cunt as spunk leaked out of my ass.

The more it hurt, the harder I fought. I could hear the jeers and laughter all around me. Several bitches were furiously masturbating while many males were jerking their meat.

I could not believe they were enjoying my suffering. But hadn’t I been enjoying the suffering of the other victims mere moments ago? It did not seem fair, even though I was getting my just due.

The noose was horribly thick. It took a long time to strangle to death. The entire time I violently raped myself with the pole up my cunt.

I could not stop the shameful orgasm that sprayed out of me. There were several jeers and much laughter. Voices cried out how I was truly a whore because of the way I was actually cumming in the noose.

More tears streaked down my cheeks as I became desperate. My legs kicked harder, making me rape my cunt even more. Then I became aware how full my bladder had seemingly become.

I tried to scream, but my lips would hardly move. I could no longer shake my head. However I could feel my legs kicking, my body fighting to the bitter end.

I winced as I fought to keep it in. I did not want my bladder to give way. I did not want them to have the satisfaction of watching me piss myself in abject humiliation.

But it was not to be. I could not hold it back, no matter how much I tried. My piss finally flowed freely, staining my legs. The jeers and laughter were a further humiliation.

I got a glimpse of the pit and the bodies it contained. There was piss and urine splattered upon the corpses I would soon be joining. Furthermore, any bodies that joined me would loosen their bladders and bowels all over my naked, lifeless form. That is when I ultimately lost all hope as I gave in to my suffering.

I finally reached the point where I begged for death, longed for death… prayed for death. I wanted my agony to end. The humiliation was more than I could bare.

I began to feel internal organs start to die. The voices were not as loud. Then I let out a loud fart.

It was the final indignity as my bowels voided. I was dimly aware of the sensation running down my legs while people laughed, jeered and pointed. It was the ultimate humiliation.

I shuddered as I entered my death throes. The laughter and cheers of the spectators mercifully began to fade. Oblivion took much too long to finally claim me.

Thankfully I was unaware of what was done to me afterwards. Big Cock was urged to violate my ass one last time. He left another load up my anal passage before I was taken down.

I was stripped of the spreader bar and pole, no doubt to be used on my next unfortunate neighbor. Then my corpse was tossed unceremoniously into the pit. I landed on top of a mixture of nude flesh, shit and piss. Then Big Cock relieved himself on my naked body.

It should not have been unexpected. Men are prone to emptying their bladders shortly after pumping their cum into some worthless whore. Thankfully I was not conscious, and thus did not feel it.

No one mourned my passing. The cry simply went out for another victim. More naked bodies would soon be piled on top of mine before it was all over.

2019 (written for Sylvia Aug 24 ’19 by riwa)