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PART 4
On a Monday morning ten days later Nadia walked among a group of prisoners. They were escorted downstairs to report for work. Nadia was making a huge effort not to move too awkwardly; after yesterday’s anal pounding she still had trouble sitting down or walking straight. She caught sidelong glances from other girls but pretended not to see them; there was nothing she could tell them anyway. Nadia was not a liberty to discuss where she went three times a week and what she did there.
Shuffling uncomfortably, Nadia entered the "big room", as the prisoners called the former gym. The rest of the building crew was not far behind. Monica Cubero was there. Susana Espinosa. Claudia Lavilla who replaced poor Ana Salvador. Most importantly, dear Katia was there too, and this made Nadia feel a little better.
The women stepped on the broad expanse of the new carpet and donned their work clothes, hiding for a while their customary nudity. They eyed each other uneasily, not saying one word. Everyone was nervous: today was their last day of work.
The newly erected gallows loomed in the middle of the room, smelling of freshly sawn wood. It was a simple contraption: a narrow platform with five steps leading up to it; and a two high posts that supported a sturdy crossbeam. Eight iron hooks were bolted to the bottom of the crossbeam. Underneath the hooks were eight flaps – cantilevered squares of wood – loosely attached to the platform. These were meant to serve as trapdoors. No rope was tied to the hooks yet; but next to the gallows lay a coil of hemp, a cutting blade, and a ladder.
Everything was in readiness. This newly built contraption might have been crude and ungainly; but it was perfectly serviceable. But for the Commandant it was not good enough. For some unfathomable reason he wanted the thing to look nice, so he ordered it polished and lacquered. Nadia and the others were to finish this job today, climbing up to the crossbeam, crawling in the narrow space underneath the platform, meticulously applying foul-smelling varnish to every inch of bare wood.
The boss, Ignacio Escobar, was oiling trapdoor hinges. He silently pointed to cans of varnish stacked nearby, then continued with his own job. Nadia picked up a can and a brush. Noticing that no one was watching her at the moment she paused and looked up. Something about the gallows bothered her from the moment she saw the blueprint. It was right there under the crossbeam: the hooks. There were eight of them, eight pieces of sturdy iron securely attached to the wood and ready to bear human weight. This was a mystery. Why so many?
The girls asked the question in the beginning and got no clear answer. Since then the puzzle had become even more enigmatic because there hadn’t been any official executions in the last ten days or more. That did not mean no one was hanged during that time. Three pairs of girls were taken by the guards in the middle of the night never to return. Only Nadia knew what happened to them; she saw their naked bodies sway lifelessly inside the wardrobe in the Commandant’s office. But other prisoners did not know and thought that the girls were simply taken to another prison. In any event, the last such event has taken place more than a week ago and no one died since then.
So whom did they intend to hang on these gallows?
Nadia turned this question in her mind as she laid herself flat and dove under the platform. Her job for today was to apply a coat of varnish to the gallows’ underside. No one would ever see this side of the boards but the Captain’s instructions had been unequivocal: every single surface of the new gallows had to gleam. That was okay; Nadia liked doing what she did. She could have accomplished the task in a couple of hours; but there was absolutely no reason to hurry, so Nadia continued to ponder the riddle of the hooks as she leisurely moved the brush back and forth.
Her train of thought was interrupted by an abrupt clang. The door to the big room flew open and four people marched in. From her vantage point Nadia could see only feet but she easily recognized the gait and the footgear. Those four were Sergeant Tatiana Velez, Warden Ines Santana, and two guards. There were other prisoners working around the room, and for a moment Nadia hoped that Tatiana and the others’ business was with those prisoners. Unfortunately, they all made a beeline to the gallows.
Every girl in the room stopped working. Everyone held their breath. In the ensued hush Tatiana’s voice rang especially loud, "Hey you! The gallows crew! Get out and make formation!"
The women left their brushes behind and assembled themselves in a short row. Tatiana walked along the row menacingly, giving everyone an evil eye but lingering on Nadia for a particularly long time. In the end, however, she singled out Susana Espinosa. "You! Three steps forward!"
After a short pause Susana did as she was told.
"Turn around! Now disrobe!"
Susana turned, then just stood there, blinking dumbly at the Sergeant. "Take! Off! Your! Clothes!" shouted Tatiana, emphasizing each word. These simpler words had gotten through Susana’s thick skull. The girl hastily unbuttoned her overalls and threw them to the floor. Naked, she awaited further instructions.
Tatiana took her time studying the prisoner. Susana Espinosa was quite an attractive woman, in a somewhat cow-like fashion. Everything about her was big. She had wide shoulders; long hair made up into single thick braid; massive, melon-like breasts; spacious ass with buttocks like pillows; and just the right amount of baby fat around the mid-section. Susana’s eyes were pretty enough but lacked even a smallest spark of intelligence, reinforcing an impression of a great dumb cow.
Tatiana cupped her palm and lifted Susana’s breast, as though weighing it. Susana stared at Tatiana’s hand with a dull surprise. "Sit down," Tatiana said quietly. After a moment, Susana sat on the carpet. "Spread your legs." Susana spread her leg, opening her sex before the row of prisoners. Tatiana nodded to her escort. "Now."
Warden Santana stepped forward and, bending down, pushed the sitting woman flat on her back. One guard pinned down Susana’s left arm to the floor; in a moment, the second guard did the same to her right arm. Santana straddled Susana’s body and sat on her chest, locking the woman’s head between her thighs. In mere moments Susana was effectively incapacitated.
Tatiana kneeled between Susana’s legs. With an effort, she lifted one leg, then another, shifting them farther apart. Satisfied, she turned her attention what was between the legs.
Susana’s pussy was of a set with the rest of her. It was a broad black gulch framed by meaty lips, with a large, clearly visible nodule of clit hanging from top. Wearing a bored expression on her face, Tatiana took the clit between her two fingers and started to rub it. Susana bucked and arched her back. In a skillful, but oddly impersonal and even businesslike, manner Tatiana continued to massage the sensitive spot; and before long Susana’s hole was glistening with freshly squeezed juice. While Tatiana rubbed Susana’s clit with one hand, she placed the other hand, formed into a fist, against the woman’s dark opening and pushed. Susana stiffened. Nevertheless, Susanna’s pussy was large enough – and moist enough – for the fist to disappear inside.
Tatiana started to suck on Susana’s clit, making her relax. Susana moaned in ecstasy, while the Sergeant slid her hand ever deeper into the woman’s wet cavern. When Tatiana’s arm was in half way to the elbow she stopped the oral stimulation and carefully withdrew her hand, ignoring Susana’s obvious desire to prolong the experience. She turned to one of the guards and said, "Go get him!" The guard promptly left the room. After he went, Tatiana returned to Susanna’s pussy. She tried to close that gaping hole by pressing the lips together. That didn’t work too well. Susanna’s pussy was a big black O and nothing could be done about it. Tatiana shrugged and got to her feat.
There was a pause. Susana lay spread-eagled on the floor, breathing hard. The other girls stood silently, trying to understand what just happened. A few minutes later the guard returned, with Captain De La Peña in tow. The Commandant noted Susana Espinosa lying naked on the floor with Ines Santana and the other guard holding her down, and eyed Tatiana skeptically.
"Velez, what is this about?"
"I caught a thief!" cried Tatiana, while unobtrusively shifting her wet hand behind the back.
De La Peña raised an eyebrow.
"No, this is for real." insisted his second in command. "She stole something from me!"
"Velez," the Captain said mildly, "You no longer have the liberty to liquidate anyone you want. If it were up to you, there’d be no prisoners left by now."
"But she did! I can prove it!"
De La Peña looked tired. "Sergeant, we went through this before. How would a prisoner steal anything? Where would she hide it?"
Tatiana smiled smugly. "I’ll show you!"
Once again the Sergeant sat between Susana’s legs. She lifted the prisoner’s knees and made a big display of spreading them far apart. Then she pushed a finger against Susana’s hole, scraping it as if by accident against the clit. The captive woman gasped and jerked. "Aha! Trying to escape!" exclaimed Tatiana for the Captain’s benefit. Without a warning, she plunged her whole wrist into Susana’s wide open pussy. By now Susana was stretched so wide, that Tatiana’s hand slid easily into the dark tunnel. The Sergeant made a show of reaching for something inside. Apparently she found it, because her face assumed a triumphant expression. She slowly pulled her hand out – not too far, just enough to reveal that she held something in her fingers.
Susana tried to lift herself on her elbows to see what was there between her legs. Ines Santana unceremoniously pushed her back down.
"Recognize this?" Tatiana asked the Captain, her voice gleeful. He nodded curtly. Tatiana shifted on her haunches, and Nadia could see that she held a yellow glimmering object wedged between Susana’s pussy lips. Nadia knew instantly what it was.
The Sergeant pointed her hand at the prostrate prisoner. "This bitch stole my crucifix and hid it in her vagina! She must be punished!"
De La Peña rolled his eyes. "Sergeant Velez, please be so kind and cut the drama. Thanks to your enthusiasm for punishments, we executed so many prisoners that we may not have enough of them for the next week’s event."
Tatiana blinked. "But she stole my crucifix! You saw it yourself! You must order her to hang."
"Sir," Ignacio Escobar spoke up unexpectedly. "We do need to test the gallows. Need to hang someone anyway; may as well be her."
De La Peña looked at one and then at the other. "You both have a point," he said. "She did appear to steal and hide the crucifix and we do need to test the gallows." He sighed. "Very well. One more won’t make much difference. But—" he glared at Tatiana, "—only one!" With these words, the Captain turned on his heels and marched to the exit.
Even before the doors closed behind him, Ines Santana was perched on top of a ladder, tying a rope to one of the hooks. She chose the left side of the gallows where the platform hasn’t been covered by varnish yet.
Meanwhile, Tatiana raised Susana to her feet. She didn’t bother to remove the crucifix, which remained locked between Susana’s thighs. A guard tied the prisoner’s arms behind her back. After he was done, Tatiana grasped a handful of the Susana’s big soft breast and squeezed it in an iron grip. Susana whimpered.
"Do you understand that you are about to hang?" Tatiana asked softly. The girl looked at Tatiana with her dark bovine eyes and nodded. "Do you understand why?" Susana shook her head. Tatiana laughed.
Inez Santana, who joined her superior after she done with the noose, led Susana towards the gallows. They climbed the steps, Susana in front, the diminutive Warden pushing her from behind. Santana pointed at a trapdoor. "Step over here." Susana obeyed. Carefully, almost tenderly, the Warden placed a bag over Susana head; and above the bag, a noose. “Ready!” she called out and jumped from the platform. Susana started to tremble.
There was a small delay, as Ignacio Escobar explained to Tatiana how to operate the trapdoors. Apparently, to trigger a lock that secured the hinges one had to pull on a cord tied to a ring underneath the trapdoor. Tatiana, who was eager to make Susana swing before De La Peña changed his mind, immediately gave the cord a mighty tug. The gallows shook; Susana flinched; but — nothing else happened. The trapdoor remained in place.
Ignacio Escobar swore. Inez Santana commanded Susana to step back from the trapdoor and the girl obeyed with alacrity. Shivering with fear, she stood on the platform, as Ignacio tried to fix the jammed hinges. He worked for several minutes under Tatiana’s impatient glare. Susana’s shaking intensified; large beads of sweat suddenly appeared all over her body, as she waited for the final command. At last Ignacio gave up. He took out a screwdriver and removed the hinges, together with the trapdoor itself. Tatiana nodded to Santana, who, with a light tap on a shoulder, encouraged the noosed girl to step forward. The blinded woman did not see that the trapdoor she stood on was now missing. She obeyed the command and confidently stepped over the edge of the platform.
A tight noose prevented Susana from falling too far down. She dropped only three or four inches so that her ankles were level with the platform. The moment the rope got taut, Susana started to dance a fast jig; with legs kicking, arms flapping, massive breasts shaking and swaying like water balloons. Her pleasant curviness now was killing her fast; the girl’s neck was stretching longer by the second.
The golden crucifix had somehow remained stuck between Susana’s legs, and Tatiana has made no attempt to retrieve it. When Susana kept her legs together, the thing’s hard edges nicked the insides of her labia. But whenever the agony of suffocation forced Susana to spread wide, the crucifix dangled freely from her pussy. It swung madly back and forth between the girl’s thighs as if it was dancing on its own.
Tatiana licked her lips as she watched the hanged girl squirm in the noose. Before long, the big woman put a hand into her pants – same hand, still wet, that she used to probe Susana’s insides – and started to masturbate shamelessly. She moaned and groaned as she rubbed herself; but her face reflected more than a simple erotic satisfaction. Tatiana gloated! By masturbating, she celebrated a destruction of a personal enemy.
Susana’s struggles ended quite abruptly. One moment she was kicking and clutching at the rope; the next, her limp body was turning slowly in the noose. A stream of piss washed the crucifix, which started to gleam wetly. Tatiana reached up with a free hand – not the one in her pants – and for the third time today squeezed Susana’s tit. The hanged girl showed no reaction. Tatiana took the dead girl’s bare foot, placed it between her legs, and started to grind her hips. Susanna’s body shook in tact with Tatiana’s thrusts, dripping piss all over the woman’s uniform. The prisoners goggled at the Sergeant but Nadia was not surprised. She had seen Tatiana achieve a shuddering orgasm by humping a hanged girl’s leg.
After a minute of this Tatiana remembered that she had an audience. She whirled around and glowered. "What are you staring at? Don’t you have work to do?" The girls shrunk back and cowered. Nadia sighed inwardly. Of course they had work to do. In fact, more work than before, now that a member of their construction team dangled from the very same gallows she helped to make. The prisoners started to shuffle back toward their workplaces. Those who had to pass by Tatiana were giving the Sergeant a wide berth. Nadia tried to do the same; however, she hardly made two steps when Tatiana’s voice made her freeze in her track. "Serna. A couple of words with you."
Nadia had no choice but to go to Tatiana. She approached the Sergeant and the grotesque thing next to her, which used to be a living woman. Tatiana did not turn but continued to play with the hanging body. She pushed it lightly, making it twist on the rope. When it faced away she caught it and pressed a cheek against Susana’s ample ass. She run the tongue along the curve of a buttock. Nadia waited.
Tatiana’s face was flushed, a nasty contrast with the hanged girl’s deathly gray skin. Her eyes glowed with something that resembled triumph. Without turning, Tatiana spoke to Nadia. "The dumb bitch didn’t even know why she was hanged," Tatiana said conversationally, poking Susana in the ass to indicate who she was talking about. "That’s not surprising – the cow was brain-dead even when she was alive." At last Tatiana turned and looked straight at Nadia. "You, on the other hand…" Tatiana’s eyes narrowed. "You are smart. You know the real reason this cunt had it coming, don’t you?"
Nadia was afraid of this. She did have a pretty good idea why Tatiana went to such lengths to destroy Susana Espinosa. Susana knocked the Sergeant off her feet and unwittingly caused a series of events that led to Tatiana losing Captain De La Peña’s favor. Killing the poor girl was Tatiana’s way to avenge the humiliation.
Tatiana read the awareness in Nadia’s eyes and smiled. "I see we understand each other well." Nadia gulped. Suddenly the big woman made a surprised face. "Oh, nearly forgot! Need to get my crucifix back." Forgetting Nadia for a second, Tatiana turned to Susana.
Grasping the hanged girl by the knees, Tatiana parted her limp legs and moved her face into the open space between. She touched the dangling crucifix with her lips; stuck out her tongue and licked the remaining drops of liquid off the metal; then she caught the pendant with her teeth and pulled it. The gold chain slipped out of Susana’s pussy. Tatiana took the chain by the end and with a flourish restored the whole wet and smelly thing around her neck.
"See, I always get what I want," said Tatiana, flashing her teeth at Nadia. She made a step back, and slowly surveyed Susana’s body from the hooded head to the stretched, pointing toes, as though she was admiring a piece of art.
"Looks beautiful," she said as if to no one in particular, "But something is missing. What could it be?" She screwed her face in mock contemplation, then opened her eyes wide as though an idea just occurred to her. "Oh, I know! What’s missing is…another dangling bitch!" To emphasize the point, Tatiana shaped a female figure in the air next to Susana.
Nadia felt Tatiana’s fingers clench painfully around her arm. Abruptly Tatiana jerked back her hand, making Nadia stumble toward her. The bigger woman caught her and held her in iron grip. Tatiana’s face hovered inches above Nadia’s; her breath reeked of Susana’s juices. "No one crosses me and lives," Tatiana hissed, spittle flying into Nadia’s eyes. "No one! Andres thinks he can protect you but I know better. I’ll find a way to make you swing! I promise."
Nadia shuddered: it was only the second time Tatiana threatened her this openly. Nadia knew that this was not an idle threat; Susana’s lifeless corpse testified to the substance behind it. Nadia couldn’t stop trembling from fear. Tatiana felt it and showed her teeth.
Just as suddenly as it started, anger drained from Tatiana’s face. She smiled again, and this time her smile was almost gentle. "I kind of like you," she said to Nadia. "You are cute and sweet, and your pussy tastes great… It will be a real pleasure to string you up." Nadia sensed Tatiana’s fingernail trace imaginary noose around her neck.
"A rope collar suits you very well," murmured Tatiana into Nadia’s ear. "I’ll make sure you’ll get to wear one. When your time comes, I’ll enjoy watching you dance. Your dance will be long and beautiful, and after you’re done I will open you up and eat your dripping pussy!"
And with these words, to Nada’s everlasting shock, Tatiana kissed her.
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