Venezuela, February 2024.
In one of Venezuela's high-security, female-only penitentiaries, prison guards demanded a pay increase from the government due to spiraling hyperinflation and internal tensions. Many of these guards were former military mercenaries accustomed to a hefty salary and a comfortable lifestyle. However, the corrupt government refused to meet their demands and ignored the issue of national security.
Soon after, the guards took control of the prison. Desperately seeking a substantial pay rise in cash or other forms, they turned to producing snuff films featuring inmate victims. But the warden, Ricardo, realized that killing off all the prisoners one by one would lead to an unsustainable business model.
Ricardo and his fellow degenerate guards, who consisted mostly of ex-military personnel dismissed for criminal activities and violence, brainstormed a long-term strategy for expanding their online horror porn industry. They concluded that they needed to find a way to exploit a single inmate repeatedly before ultimately executing her, in order to maximize profits per victim.
With their collective experience in executing people, they devised a cruel scheme involving training sessions for hanging. Each inmate would be photographed, measured, weighed, and cataloged before being subjected to noose training. Starting at twenty seconds, the hang time would gradually increase by one second every day until reaching a maximum of four minutes. If any hanging proved fatal, the resulting footage would be priced as a premium product.
If an inmate managed to survive the four-minute mark, they would be released from the prison – at least according to the guards' promise.
The business idea met with the approval of the other members of the prison guard team, but cunning and greedy Ricardo needed more streams of revenue. So, he implemented a new rule. Customers who had access to the Dark Web could place special orders for the hanging of an inmate chosen from a catalog. The hanging would take place instead of the scheduled incremental hanging, and customers could submit special requests such as hanging the woman in a certain outfit or in a specific manner. If a particular woman did not receive a special request in 30 consecutive days, she would be executed regardless of whether she reached the final four-minute mark since there was no point in keeping merchandise that wasn't in demand.
To add to the intrigue, the women were never informed whether they were being sentenced to the regular or commissioned hanging as they were led to the execution room. They wouldn't know the difference while hanging either, as humans usually lost consciousness within 15 seconds on the noose. Therefore, when a woman was summoned from her cell to the execution room, she might as well be meeting her maker regardless of knowledge. This rule was implemented to maintain the prisoners' morale, as the illusion of a chance to gain freedom kept them obedient.
Another source of revenue was "live spectator" hangings where customers could witness the event privately in the detention facility. The service included a fake passport with a false identity to facilitate easy mobility for the client upon entering the country. Rich clients from Western nations mostly availed of this service which cost a fortune. Prison guards provided personal security throughout their stay in the prison.
Soon after, word got around on the dark web, and the prison became the premier place for rich asphyxiation deviants from all around the world.
Campus library, Simón Bolívar University, Venezuela.
Bianca, seeing the lady librarian approaching, began hurriedly tapping something on the computer keyboard. She glanced nervously at the screen, then again at the woman, knowing that she only had a few moments to finish what she was doing...
Librarian: Annnnd, time! Other students are waiting in line to access the computer, mi amor. Your hour has passed. Ahora mismo!
Bianca: Sí, señora. Just let me log out.
She closed the website she was browsing, and used a couple of shell commands to quickly disconnect herself from a VPN...
She left the library with a feeling of frustration. She didn't see how to bite on this matter she was working on, especially since she had limited access to a computer and the Internet... But, she knew this could be her only chance... So she couldn’t give up...
Growing up in poverty meant that Bianca and her friends had to come up with creative ways to entertain themselves. They had no smartphones nor computers, so they had to rely on old school methods such as playing outside. One day while playing truth or dare, Bianca's friend dared her to place a plastic bag over her head and hold it there until she lost consciousness. This was Bianca's first experience with asphyxiation, which became a recurring fantasy that she kept secret from everyone...
When she found the post containing the offer from the prison guard cartel on the “Black Market Reloaded” forum on the dark web, she knew it was her only chance to practice dangerous stunts like noose hangings without killing herself on the first try. She knew her hobby would get her killed eventually... She just didn’t want it to happen too soon. And this was the perfect opportunity. When she read the description of the procedure the guards came up with, her heart wanted to jump out of her chest. She HAD TO find a way to get inside of the prison as an inmate...
She started sending private messages to Ricardo through the online forum, attempting to convince him that she wished to volunteer as an inmate. At first, Ricardo was hesitant to communicate with her, suspecting she may be a government informant. They had taken great care to protect the privacy of their operation, but it was only a matter of time before the authorities caught up with what had occurred within the penitentiary walls.
Undaunted, Bianca persisted in reaching out to Ricardo, providing intricate details of her fantasies. She even sent him explicit images and a copy of her identification card. Believing her sincerity, Ricardo gradually grew more confident in Bianca's intentions. In fact, their communication via the forum's direct messaging system had evolved into something that resembled sexting...
Soon after, they scheduled a “kidnapping”. A group of men driving a black van scooped her up from the campus, and she was on her way to the prison...
Sabaneta Penitentiary, Maracaibo, Venezuela.
They arrived at the prison at dawn. After halting the vehicle, they cuffed Bianca and guided her through the recreational area to the inmate registration counter. Multiple women were strolling freely on the open-air yard, and a few of them gathered close to the basketball court. As Bianca drew nearer, approaching the admission building, she noticed a macabre sight. A woman was dangling on the noose with her hands tied behind her back from the basket rim, whereas the prisoners attempted to cage the ball. The hung woman was swinging in all directions, occasionally striking the ball with her feet or knees when it fell into the net. A guard equipped with a shotgun was enjoying the ‘game’, directing the frightened inmates…
Guard: Come on, lazy bitches! Pick the damn ball up and throw it! She’s gonna stop kicking soon, so make good use of your recreation time, haha! That’s the only game you’re allowed to play in here, putas!
After enlisting Bianca in the admittance booth, she was presented with prison attire and was accompanied by Ricardo and another armed prison guard to her cell. They halted prior to the cell door… Two other Hispanic females were inside – one seated on a bed, and the other one sitting on the ground with her head buried in a cradle created out of her arms, weeping. Meanwhile, Ricardo briefed Bianca on the prison rules…
Ricardo: So, Bianca... Every woman in this prison must serve one execution a day, except on Sundays. Today is your day off because you just got here, take your time to acclimate yourself to this new environment. Say hi to your fellow prisoners, they will give you some insight into this place... The routine, rules, and such. Tomorrow is your first performance. Breakfast is served afterward. If you survive, that is.
Bianca: Great! I can’t wait! Gosh... I’m so excited! I can’t wait to meet my cellmates. I want to know everything about this place!
Other Guard: Ricardo, what's wrong with this bitch? Isn't she supposed to be scared or something? Maybe we should give her a small taste of what's coming for her tomorrow. You know, first timer videos are quite popular among buyers. They love the raw fear in their eyes...
Ricardo: Good idea, Luis! Dominica’s hanging is scheduled for 9:30. We’ll take Bianca with us so she can sit and watch what’s coming for her tomorrow.
Bianca entered the cell and joined the other woman sitting on the bed. She had a light-brown skin color, slightly curly, short hair, and a very attractive body with prominent feminine “features”...
Bianca: What's wrong with her? - asks Bianca, pointing towards the young woman huddling in the corner of the cell.
Carmen: What's wrong with her? Ahh, maybe she's just scared shitless of being executed in one of the most gruesome ways imaginable? - says Carmen, trying to suppress a smirk - Hi, I'm Carmen by the way.
Bianca: I’m Bianca. Nice to meet you, Carmen. So... You’re not afraid? You look oddly calm, taking into account what I’ve already seen here...
Carmen: I already hanged today, so... - said Carmen, massaging her neck - Just waiting for my breakfast...
Bianca: I... I assume she doesn't know yet if she will get hers?
Carmen: Precisely. They hang us in batches, there’s too many of us to hang and film us all at once. Today’s hanging is still ahead of her... Besides, she’s been here long enough... I suspect it might be one of her last days, if not THE last one. Yesterday, when they brought her back to the cell... She was barely able to speak.
Bianca: And you? How long have you been here?
Carmen: About a month, roughly, so my “air time” is just shy of a minute now. Smooth sailing so far, but honestly, I doubt I’ll survive the final hanging, or even get to it. Most girls die half way through.
Bianca: Half way? I thought the human brain suffers from irreversible damage after more than four minutes of oxygen deprivation...
Carmen: I think it’s not even a matter of how long you’re deprived of oxygen, but how often. Most girls, after they pass the two minute mark, start to suffer short-term memory loss, or have problems with basic activities such as walking and speaking. Each time they hang you, some of your brain cells get damaged...
Bianca: So... Was there even a single girl who managed to survive the four minute hanging?
Carmen: Inmates from the other block say there was, but it’s honestly more of an urban legend. I don’t believe it. Besides, even if you did... You’d be crippled, I assume...
At that moment, it hit her that she probably wouldn't get out of here alive. She was at odds with this when she wrote with Ricardo through the forum, but now this thought fully sunk in... The sudden awareness of her own mortality moisturized her pussy, as a chill ran down her spine...
Bianca was so consumed with the conversation with Carmen she didn’t notice the passage of time. She looked up the clock in the cell, and noticed it was already 9:30. Ricardo and Luis showed up on time.
Luis: Dominica, querida... It’s time to go. Hora de bailar! - said Luis, struggling to open the cell door with a rusty key.
Dominica didn’t even twitch, sitting in the corner of the cell as if she was glued to the floor. A faint sound of her sobbing resonated in the sudden, awkward silence...
Dominica: P... Please... Just... Shoot me... Kill me... I don’t want to... I c...can’t... Go through this... again...
Ricardo: You know it’s not how it works, cariño. Chop chop, we're on a schedule! Bianca - you’re coming too.
Luis opened the cell door and waited for Dominica to stand up. After a few moments, he lost his patience and dragged her out of the cell. Ricardo cuffed Bianca and all four proceeded out of the prison block. Bianca walked side by side with Luis, while Ricardo was following them with his finger resting on the trigger guard of his shotgun...
To Bianca’s surprise, they dragged Dominica to... a shower complex. She glanced around the room and immediately understood the purpose behind this clever decision.
The two rows of shower pipes spanning across the whole room were reinforced with metal railings attached to load-bearing pillars, providing additional support. The installation was sturdy enough to tie the ropes to the pipes, making for a perfect mass hanging station.
The practicality of this solution went even further - the guards had to make sure their girls were clean during the filming of their airdance, so they were going straight on the bucket right after the shower. More than often, girls shit themselves during the “procedure”, so in case a girl survives the hanging, she can clean herself up after she regains consciousness, and return to her cell in a fresh state.
Waterproof cameras were put in multiple positions at each hanging “station” in order to create a dramatic and dynamic montage for each hanging session.
There were no other girls in the shower complex except for Bianca, Dominica, and a couple of inmates mopping the floor under the showers on the opposite side of the room. Luis helped Dominica stand up and positioned her below the shower head. They told her to clean herself, but she just stood there, letting the water freely wash over her body...
After drying her off with a towel, he made her climb on the bucket, which was already prepared along with a neatly tied noose, dangling from the shower pipe. Behind each hanging spot, there was a large timer attached to a wall. Dominica’s one was set to two minutes and twenty four seconds.
Bianca observed the scene, standing next to Ricardo... Dominica was pale as a wall, and barely stood upright... Her facial expression portrayed resignation and the acceptance of her fate...
Bianca: Aren’t you supposed to tie her wrists and ankles?
Ricardo: At this point, it’s unnecessary... It’s not like she’s going to free herself once she’s in the air, especially in her state...
Luis: Yeah... I hope she drops dead this time, her videos aren’t selling at all... We’re kind of wasting time here... Puta inútil...
Bianca: C... Could you uncuff me so I could masturbate when she’s dying? I never saw anyone hang... At least not in person...
Luis: Don’t even think about it, taimada... You’re not the only volunteer who had a change of heart... There’s no escape now, hehe...
Ricardo: Luis, come on... This could boost the sales of the video. It’s not like she’s gonna escape far... I’ve got a loaded shotgun on my chest, if you haven’t noticed - said Ricardo, winking secretly at Bianca.
Luis: Yeah, I guess you’re right... Anyhow... You’re the boss, Ricky...
Ricardo knew he had to carefully choose his words in front of his gang mates. If they found out he has a personal relationship with an inmate, it could harm his reputation and credibility as the leader...
After Luis uncuffed Bianca, she started to undress from her prison uniform. Luis stood as if he were stunned, watching Bianca expose her beautiful young body... Ricardo had to act surprised too, in order not to raise any suspicion.
Luis: W... Why are you undressing?
Bianca: And how else am I supposed to masturbate? You want me to flick my switch through these obscenely ugly cargo pants? That’s not gonna look too good on your video, right?
Ricardo: Just let her do it Luis, for fucks’s sake! We’re behind schedule. And actually... We might as well spice it up. Bianca... I want YOU to kick the bucket...
Bianca: Are... Are you serious? I mean... Not that I have anything against it...
Ricardo: Yeah. Luis, make sure the cams are on. Bianca, just kick the damn bucket when you’re ready. Just don’t try anything funny.
Bianca couldn’t believe this was real. Just yesterday, she was an ordinary student. And today, she participates in an execution, inside of a prison with no way out...
Dominica: Come on... Just... End me... Don’t prolong this... I just want to die... I’m so... Tired...
Bianca: Yeah, you wish, bitch... If you want it so much, you gotta work for it. Beg me.
Dominica: W... what? You’re kidding, right...?
Luis: Fuck... Where did you find her again, Rick?
Bianca: No, honey. I want you to beg me to end you. I know you’re too much of a coward to step down from the bucket yourself. I see it in your eyes... You say you’ve come to terms with your death, but secretly you want something unexpected to happen to rescue you out of your misery... But guess what... That ain’t gonna happen. I guess you’re unlucky - I’m here because I wanted to. So beg me. Beg me, or I’m gonna make you stand here until you faint from exhaustion, and when you do... I’ll catch you, slap you in the face and hold you upright... Until you beg...
Dominica: You... Sick... Bitch... I’m... I’m begging you...
Bianca: What’s that? Oh, you’re begging. Begging for what?
Dominica: ... to end me... Please... I’m begging you... Kick the bucket...
The sudden feeling of complete control over someone else’s life made Bianca horny like never before in her life. Subconsciously, she started to touch herself in her intimate places...
Bianca: Say it again, but LOUDER - shouted Bianca, firmly stroking her clit back and forth, looking deep inside Dominica’s teared up eyes...
Luis and Ricardo stood completely flabbergasted, watching the unexpected scene unfolding before their eyes.
Dominica: I’m BEGGING you! END ME, NOW! - Dominica's faint whisper turned into a screech as she bursted into tears.
Bianca: That’s better, bitch! See you on the other side!
Bianca took a beefy swing and kicked the bucket from under Dominica’s feet so hard it flew almost through the entire room. The noose wrapped tightly around her neck, inducing an expression on her face as if something was squeezing her eyes out of her eye sockets. The “fight or flight” mechanism took effect, clearly indicating that Dominica’s instinct told her it’s not the time yet to go... The timer went off.
Dominica tried to reach above her head and grab the shower pipe to pull herself up, but she lost control over her muscles before she could land a solid grab. Her hands slipped off of the pipes, and her facial muscles twisted in an unnatural manner. The noose squeezed her neck tighter and tighter as her body wriggled in the air in random directions... Dominica lost consciousness, and her body went limp...
Bianca: Come on... Wake up, slut... I’m gonna make sure the boys will get their money’s worth out of your little show...
Bianca grew frustrated with Dominica just limping in front of her, ruining what might have been a best-selling video. She stepped in front of her, and punched her stomach with her fist like a training bag...
Bianca: WAKE... THE FUCK... UP... STUPID SLUT!!!
Luis: She’s... Good. Fuck, damn it. She’s great. This clip will sell like hot cakes. I don’t think we ever had something like this before.
Ricardo: Yep... We might as well have stumbled upon a goldmine... Let’s see what else she’s got in store for us...
Dominica regained consciousness at an instant, opening her mouth widely as if she wanted to take a huge breath. Panic appeared in her eyes, as she could neither squeeze even the tiniest amount of air to her lungs, nor she could try to free herself from this predicament, as the pressure exerted on her spinal cord by the noose made her movements completely random.
Bianca stepped behind her and held both of her arms in place to stop the random movement and stabilize her body. When Bianca felt Dominica’s body start to relax again, she slipped two fingers of her left hand into her asshole, and reached with her right hand to her crotch, massaging her clit.
Bianca: Now, Dominica... Will you be a good girl, and cum for me and our audience before you go? Come on... I know you can do it... If you do this for me... I promise... I’ll help to relieve you of the pain... So I need you to focus... Just one, last time...
Bianca spit on her own hand a couple times to give it some lubrication, and shoved her entire fist in Dominica’s ass. She clenched her teeth in a grimace of pain, and squirted in a steady stream of piss on the floor. She didn’t stop fisting the hanging girl until she felt her muscles start to relax. After a few more moments, all twitching and wriggling stopped...
Bianca stepped in front of Dominica again to see if she’s still alive. Her face took on a purplish color and her tongue started to swell, but it seemed she’s still conscious...
Bianca: Okay sweetie, it’s time for my part of the deal... I like to keep my word...
She laid down on the floor, placing her head directly below Dominica’s feet. She grabbed her calves and pulled as hard as she could... Domi’s face suggested she’s ready to leave this world, but her body was still fighting, trying to catch air by contracting the diaphragm muscles. The contractions stopped after a few more moments... Bianca stood up to admire her work.
Bianca: It looks like our friend Dominica is no longer in pain... But I feel like we’re not done here - said Bianca, secretly glancing at Luis’ bulge in his pants - I see you enjoyed the spectacle, Luis?
Luis: What? Me? Erm.... Ehh... - Luis looked a little embarrassed
Bianca: It’s hard not to notice the giant bulge in your pants, man. I bet you’d like to just slide your cock into her asshole, huh? Surprisingly, she didn’t shit herself, so you’re good to go as far as I’m concerned! And don’t you play innocent on me...
Ricardo and Luis looked at each other with slight consternation.
Bianca: Ohh... Come on. Don’t tell me you never fucked any of them!
Luis: Well... Not in this state, at least... Besides, we never fuck them on camera... too much risk of being recognized...
Bianca: So put on a goddamned ski mask and entertain your customers! Come on, don’t be a whiny dick... Wanna increase sales? Make some effort, introduce something new! Ugh, guys, you seriously need to broaden your horizons...
Ricardo: She’s not wrong, you know...
Luis: Man! You want me to fuck a dead, hanging corpse on camera?
Ricardo: You’re the one with the boner, for fuck’s sake! I’m gonna go and sit by the door, and you... Just do your thing. She’s right. The more fucked up these videos are, the better.
Luis stripped from the waist down and took Dominica’s corpse from behind. Bianca kneeled before the hanging carcass and masturbated, instructing him to pull his dick out before he’s about to cum, and shoot the load on her face. When they were both done, they took a shower and the boys escorted Bianca back to her cell, where she could unwind after an exciting day...
The next day, Ricardo showed up at Bianca’s cell alone. It was early in the morning, and most of the other inmates were asleep.
Ricardo: Get on your feet, both of you.
Bianca: Where’s Luis? - said Bianca, yawning.
Ricardo: I gave him a day off. He needed to... Umm... Process what happened yesterday, alone. Anyways, get a move on, bitches. We have a busy day today.
Carmen: Busy day, huh? There’s gonna be a lot of corpses, I feel. Come on Bianca, let’s see if we’re gonna be one of them...
Bianca found it odd that Carmen is at peace with her fate. She knew she’s gonna die, eventually. “Wasn’t she sad, like the other prisoners?...” - thought Bianca.
Upon arrival in the shower complex, they noticed two “hanging stations” already prepared, with some other guard standing next to them.
Following the procedure, they stripped from the prison outfits, took a shower and patted themselves dry with clean towels.
Bianca: ...But seriously... Every day, they lead you up here... What do you think about when you climb on the bucket? Do you think about... Dying? How do you cope with this though?
Carmen: I honestly don’t think about it as something negative... Dying like this, in exchange for being guarded from other prisoners, having clean clothes and food every day is a good deal. I’d serve a life sentence anyways, and taking into account the previous “security” standards and horrid conditions of this prison, I doubt I’d survive in here more than a couple of months...
Bianca: I wonder if other inmates feel the same way?
Carmen. Not quite, I guess. When Ricardo’s troops took over the prison, there were still a lot of people in here who were arrested, awaiting their trial. So there might actually be some innocent people here. Too bad for them I guess, but good for Ricardo. These inmates always put up a good fight in the air, so their videos must be in high demand... People are fucked up animals, you know. People love to see other people struggle. It’s our violent nature.
When both of them were done with drying themselves, the other guard approached them...
Other guard: Carmen, you’re gonna hang in lingerie today. Get dressed and get on the bucket. Both of you, chop chop!
Carmen took the outfit from the guard and put it on without a word. Dressed in beautiful red lingerie and stockings, she and naked Bianca climbed on their buckets and awaited further development of the situation...
Bianca: Nice outfit... That’s for a custom order?
Carmen: Yeah, probably... But it might just be their own fantasies, you never know. What’s the difference, anyway...
Bianca: And how does this work actually? Can the customers choose the hang time on their order?
Carmen: Yeah, it should be displayed on the timer behind us, but... I’d rather not look. If my time comes, it comes. I don’t need to know. Ohh, scotch tape? We’re going for the kinky version today I see... - the other guard restrained Carmen’s wrists and ankles with tape as Ricardo cuffed Bianca’s hands behind her back...
Bianca looked behind her shoulder to take a quick glance at Carmen’s hang timer...
Bianca: Well, even if you wanted to know, I don’t think you could - your timer is empty. It’s not even turned on, I think it broke or something...
Carmen’s face fell immediately. When Bianca looked into her eyes, she instantly knew the timer wasn’t malfunctioning...
Bianca: Shit... They didn’t set the timer, because they don’t plan on putting you down... Fuck... I’m sorry, Carmen...
Carmen: It’s... It’s okay... I was... Ready for it... I thought I might have a couple more weeks, but... It doesn't matter now...
Bianca wanted to take a look at her own timer, to see if she has a chance of getting out alive from today's hanging session. She doubted anyone would commission a custom hanging with her since she’s new, but... When she tried to turn around on the bucket, she felt the cold barrel of a shotgun prodding her back...
Ricardo: Don’t try anything stupid, Bianca... Stand still or I’ll put a hole in you the size of a city...
Bianca felt awkward, standing there in complete silence, knowing that her colleague dies right here and right now, hanging with her in the very same room. Her only regret was that she couldn’t witness her death... Carmen was very attractive, and Bianca wished she could watch her big boobs bounce as she panics on the noose...
Ricardo: Pablo, let’s start. You wanna kick the buckets?
Pablo: Sure. Cams are on. Let’s get on with it.
Bianca: Wait! - shouted Bianca, startling both guards - P... Please... Can you hang her first... so I could watch her die? We already figured out you’re gonna snuff her, so...
Pablo: What the hell? What the fuck is she talking about!?
Ricardo: She’s... Ehh... How do I put it... She’s a kind of a weird fetishist. She volunteered to be here... So... This shit turns her on...
Pablo: And you’re only telling me about it now? Fuck, Ricardo! We could make some cold, hard cash on a freak like her. We have to take advantage of this...
Ricardo: Yeah, I guess... Any ideas for today?
Pablo: Let’s rearrange the cameras so that both of them are in the shot. Bianca, I hope you’re a good actress. I want you to pretend you’re terrified when you watch the noose squeeze the life out of her...
Bianca: Oh, thanks... Pablo, right? I will do my best! Do you want me to sob a little?
Pablo: That would be perfect... I also have a role for myself. To make sure your acting is as good as it can be, I’m gonna stand beside you, Bianca, pointing a loaded gun to your head. If you avert your eyes for even a moment, or get out of role... *Poof*...
Bianca swallowed her saliva loudly, looking nervously at Ricardo...
Ricardo: Good. Nice idea. People will like it. Let’s do it.
Ricardo felt like he might have crossed the line with taking liberties with Bianca earlier, and some gang members started suspecting something. He had to re-establish his authority and the strict prisoner-guard relationship.
Pablo tightened Carmen’s noose so that she had to stand on her tiptoes. He drew his handgun, checked the clip, and flicked off the safety. His facial expression was dead serious; Ricardo took a step back, knowing that an accidental shot can ricochet and hurt a bystander...
He stood in front of Carmen, leaning one of his legs on the bucket she was standing on. Wielding the power of deciding upon life and death he looked at her, but Carmen closed her eyes and clenched her mouth. Now that she was aware of her impending death, she was no longer so indifferent to it... Her eyes teared up...
Pablo: They’re all the same... They all act like some big-shot gangoons, but upon facing their death, they squirm like little, scared girls... You know what they say... “En boca cerrada no entran moscas*”... - said Pablo poetically, and kicked the bucket from under Carmen’s feet.
*”Flies don’t enter a closed mouth” - a spanish proverb
As the noose was cutting into Carmen’s throat, he walked up to Bianca and pointed the loaded gun to her face.
Pablo: Turn so that you can see her... Yeah... Like that... Look at her... And DON’T blink... I want you to see her suffering... All of it...
Bianca looked at Carmen’s airdance with her eyes wide open, as instructed. Frankly, she was a bit scared of Pablo... He seemed like a true, uncontrollable psychopath. That’s probably why Ricardo never tried to control such behaviors among his subalterns. He knew he had to build his authority in other ways...
Carmen thrashed on the noose, spinning herself randomly. She tried to push both arms in opposite directions to rip off the tape on her wrists, to no avail. When she rotated with her back to the main camera, Ricardo stepped in and held her by her arm in place, so the camera could catch the expression on her face.
Bianca felt her eyes start to dry up. She honestly couldn’t tell if Pablo was completely serious about shooting her if she blinked... But... The urge was stronger than her... She felt like she couldn’t resist anymore... She closed her eyes for a split second, in hope Pablo won’t notice, but...
Pablo: I said: DON’T BLINK, you cunt!
After these words, the last thing Bianca felt was extreme pain in the back of her head. And then, her world turned dark.
It was Pablo, who knocked her out by hitting her on the back of her head with the gun handle. She fell off the bucket, and hung on the noose, unconscious. In the meantime, Carmen’s face started to indicate signs of oxygen deprivation. The twitching diminished, and her urinary sphincter relaxed, letting a steady stream of piss down her thigh, wetting her beautiful panties and stockings.
Bianca limped on the noose, not showing any signs of life. Pablo approached her from the front, and slid two fingers in her cunt, arching them in a way to hit her g-spot. After a couple of thrusts, she woke up and realized she’s hanging. She rapidly clenched all her muscles, pushing Pablo’s fingers out of her pussy...
They started the timer, and made Bianca hang for another 20 seconds... For the first couple of them, she kicked with her legs in the air in all directions, due to the involuntary, instinctive reaction of her body, trying to free herself from peril. After about seven seconds, she was able to calm herself down, remembering that they’ll put her down eventually... She stopped wriggling, relaxed her muscles, and gave up to the feeling of drifting away...
Bianca woke up with a slight pain in her back, a sore throat, and with a lump on the back of her head... She was laying on the bed, massaging her neck... She turned to the side to stretch her back, and to her surprise, she noticed there was a woman lying on the other bed...
Bianca: Ohh... Hey... ¿Quién eres? And... Fuck... I’m alive. So he didn’t shoot me... For a moment I thought it was the end... But... I don’t remember anything else... Do you know what happened to me?
Bianca felt a bit dizzy and tried to puzzle together events from the shower complex in her head as she sat on the edge of the bed...
Other girl: Hi... I’m Abigail. No idea what happened to you; they moved me here from another block - the woman started speaking in English, and seeing that Bianca nodded, indicating she understands her, continued - They dropped you off, unconscious a few moments later. They’re gonna serve breakfast any time now...
Bianca: Don’t take this the wrong way, Abigail, but... You’re white. How did you end up here? You don’t look South American at all...
Abigail: I was kidnapped on my way back home from the groceries... I’m from the States... New Orleans. The kidnappings were all over the news, some sort of Colombian, or Venezuelan mafia... Me and my family... We disregarded it, as you know... The media always exaggerates things... Next thing I know, a black van pulls over... They stunned me, and they had to drug me or something, because I woke up three days later in a large truck with a bunch of other people, with my hands and legs tied...
Bianca: Holy shit... So they expanded internationally... Have you seen any other foreigners here?
The woman also sat on the edge of her bed, leaned her elbows against her knees, and fixed her gaze on the ground...
Abigail: Yeah, in the block they originally put me in, I was sharing a cell with an Italian woman and a Czech teen. One day, I had a conversation with a Colombian chick in the yard, and she told me the foreign girls are commissioned by some rich people. So... Not that just the plain fact of me being here is kind of a “no way out” situation... No, it gets worse. Some rich, deviant scum wants me murdered in some even more perverted way than hanged by the neck. Call me lucky.
Bianca: Damn... Well, I’m not sure what’s worse - dying on the spot, or hanging every day for a couple of weeks, or months. Oh - here's breakfast...
Two guards brought them food, which they consumed in silence. The guards stood in front of the cell and watched them all the time... After they were done, they took their trays and left... A couple moments later, Ricardo and Luis arrived, opened their cell and started leading them somewhere...
Bianca: Why were they babysitting us when we were eating? - asked Bianca, slowly walking in front of Luis.
Abigail: Two reasons - or at least, that’s what I’ve been told - One: they have to make sure that you eat at all, so you don’t starve yourself to death, and two: so you don’t accidentally choke. They “guarded” me during my meals from the very beginning. I asked the Colombian chick what’s this about - she told me they have to do this because I’m “precious merchandise”. It would be a shame to waste so many resources involved in kidnapping me only to let me choke to death on a bunch of chickpeas...
Luis and Ricardo led them through a maze of corridors, until they stopped in a completely empty cell block. The only thing distinguishing it from other blocks was a small table and a chair placed in the very center of the space between the cells, and three nooses dangling from the ceiling, arranged in a row, accompanied by three more chairs, placed below each noose.
Luis: That’s it, girls. End of the line. At least for you, Abigail - said Luis in a slightly broken English.
Abigail: Erm... W... What do you mean?
Ricardo: Today is the day. Our customer arrived in the country yesterday, and can’t wait to meet Abigail...
Bianca: So... Today is the day you go... I’m sorry, Abigail... Whoever “ordered” you must be really rich if they could afford financing kidnapping you and smuggling you out of the country...
Abigail: That’s ok... I came to terms with my death. I’ve seen so many corpses dragged out of the shower complex I became desensitized to it... So be it.
Bianca: But... What am I doing here?
Ricardo: Our customer wished for an escort for the time of duration of the service he purchased - said Ricardo with a dry tone - he wants to be “entertained” during Abigail’s “acrobatic performance”.
Abigail: So he’s gonna fuck you while I die on the rope. Wow... I was expecting something more inventive. Even rich scumbags don’t have the imagination.
To their surprise, another two guards brought in two more girls. One of them was a white, short-haired, 20-something blonde, and the other one a slightly older Asian woman. They ordered them to stand in line with Bianca and Abigail, and left.
Bianca: This just got so much more interesting... Nice collection we’ve got here. Seems like our customer is a connoisseur of diversity...
A couple of moments later a slim, tall, white lady with short hair parted in the middle appeared in the cell block, passing by the two departing guards. She was dressed in elegant pants and a vest, accentuating her firm, average-sized breasts. She stood in front of the row of girls, and took a seat on the chair. Abigail’s was taken aback by the fact her “customer” was actually a “she”... Her facial expression couldn’t hide her confusion...
The Customer: Gentlemen... Thank you for this opportunity. I’m very grateful you managed to fulfill all my requests. I’m afraid I have business to attend to later, so let’s proceed.
Ricardo: Or course, Miss. Bianca - kneel before our customer.
The Customer: Ohh, that won’t be necessary. That’s not the type of entertainment I had in mind when we spoke, Ricardo. Did you prepare the props I asked you to?
Ricardo seemed surprised.
Ricardo: Y... Yes, Ma’am.
Ricardo left for a brief moment and returned with a tray with three empty, tall champagne glasses and placed it on the small table.
The Customer: Great. Tell the girls to get on the chairs and put the nooses on their necks.
Ricardo ordered them to follow the customer’s instructions, but the young, short-haired girl disobeyed... She burst in tears, covering her face with her palms...
Girl #1: No... Please... Not yet... I will work... I can clean... The whole prison... Just don’t kill me yet... I’m so young...
Luis approached her and prodded her with his shotgun.
Luis: It’s either that, or we’ll skin you alive. Your choice. If you don’t wanna dance, we’re gonna have to provide a good enough experience instead for our customer...
After a moment’s thought, the girl climbed the chair, crying quietly, and Ricardo proceeded with restraining all three’s hands behind their back with zip ties.
The Customer: Splendid. Bianca, dear... You will be my sommelier this evening, I suppose?
Bianca: Um... Ehh... Sommelier? I’m sorry, Miss, but... I don’t follow...
The Customer: I’m Jessica, dear. Don’t call me “Miss”. I’m too young to be called that, it’s rude. Just call me “Jess”. Now, dear... Grab the glass, please.
Bianca: Sure, Mis... I mean, Jess - said Bianca, grabbing one of the empty champagne glasses - So, what now?
Jess: Remove the first chair. You choose which one.
Bianca: J... Jess... What am I supposed to do with the glass? What does it have to do with being a Sommelier?
Jess: Just do as I tell you. You have to trust me. We’re going to have so much fun together.
Bianca, feeling a bit uncomfortable and awkward, looked Abigail in the eye. She nodded, indicating she’s ready to go, but for some reason Bianca couldn’t do it yet. She kicked the left chair, with the young, crying girl.
The noose was already tip-toe tight, so there wasn’t much of a drop... The girl instantly went into panic mode, kicking in the air in every direction possible.
Jess: Beautiful... - said Jess, gently rubbing on her breast through the vest - Now, Bianca... As you probably know, at some point during a hanging execution, certain parts of the human body relax... I want you to collect her urine to the glass when she goes limp.
Bianca suspected what the empty glasses were about, but it was only now that she connected the dots about being a sommelier...
Bianca: I get it now... So you want me to taste their piss.
Jess: Yes. And rank them based on the taste.
Bianca: Erm... And... What should I take into account when rating it? - Bianca was looking at her, completely flabbergasted, while the young girl still twitched like crazy on the noose
Jess: I’m going to trust your judgment.
Bianca: Umm... O... Okay... And when I rate all three samples - what then?
Jess: Everything has its time and place, Bianca... Now do what I asked you to...
After a few more involuntary arm and leg spasms, the young girl went unconscious... Her body relaxed, and her stare fixed on an undefined point on the ceiling...
Bianca wasn’t sure if the urination would have enough pressure to form a steady stream instead of just dripping down her thighs, so she thought she had to help it a little - she spread the girl’s pussy, revealing the urethra, and placed the champagne glass underneath...
Soon, the girl’s face began to take on a purplish color, her facial muscles relaxed completely, and she started to piss... After filling the glass, Bianca hesitated for a moment, trying to internally decide if she’s grossed out by this or not...
She took a sip, and the warm, bitter liquid made her gag reflex go off... She held it though, in fear that Jess might do something horrible to her if she spits it out...
Jess: Swallow it, dear. Swallow it, and take a couple of deep breaths with your mouth. Let the aroma fill your nose and taste buds. Ricardo, pull the girl down and revive her, if possible.
While Ricardo was pulling the girl down, Bianca closed her eyes, and swallowed the piss. To her surprise, it wasn’t all that bad and disgusting as she thought, although the taste was far from pleasurable.
Jess: So... Verdict?
Bianca: Bitter, but otherwise tolerable. 5 out of 10.
Jess: Good. On to the next one. Just like before, you choose which one goes next. Oh - said Jess, looking at the first girl - look at her, she survived! You trained her well, Ricardo.
The girl was on all fours, barely being able to hold the weight of her body with her arms... Her breath wheezed as if she had tuberculosis, and a trace of a rough line was imprinted on her neck.
This time, Bianca kicked the far right chair, with the asian woman. The procedure repeated, with the only exception being the girl pissed herself almost immediately after the noose cut into her neck. Bianca grabbed an empty glass at the last moment, filling it only in half. Ricardo took down the asian woman, while Bianca tasted the piss.
This sample was exceptionally neutral in taste, as if the woman hydrated herself just before the hanging. Before passing the verdict though, Bianca wanted to figure out what exactly Jess wanted to do with the girls after the whole “show”. She figured that perhaps, the girl with the “tastiest” piss will survive, while the others will get hanged to death... or something worse.
She felt sorry for Abigail, and she thought, maybe if she “wins” the piss contest, they will let her go. So, even though the asian woman’s piss was quite good in taste, she decided to lie and give it a bad grade, so that she could give a high note to Abigail.
Bianca: Bleh! Unacceptable! It has a weird stench to it... 2 out of 10 - said Bianca in the most believable tone she could muster.
Jess: Fine. Now, it’s time for the last one. Come on, Bianca. Kick the chair.
Bianca looked into Abigail’s eyes again. She couldn’t tell why, but she really wanted to help her. There was something warm about her - maybe the thought of her having a family and her loved ones waiting for her, not knowing what happened...
She kicked the chair, but in a way which caused Abigail to gently slide down from it instead of just dropping. It weakened the “impact”, so that Abigail partially retained control over herself when she hung in the air. Bianca could tell she tried to force a piss, but perhaps of the stress accompanying the situation she wasn’t able to do it.
Abigail tried not to panic, but she was gradually losing control over her muscles. She drooled, and her eyes rolled back as she went out. Still, no piss, not even a drop. Bianca took the matters in her own hands, and shoved two fingers into her cunt, arching them to stimulate the bladder. After a few, rapid push-pull movements, a steady stream of piss flew down Abigail’s thighs. Bianca pressed the glass against her thigh to collect as much piss as possible. She showed the full glass to Jess, to indicate that they can put Abigail down.
She took a sip, and barely contained her vomiting reflex. Without dragging the situation out, she swallowed loudly, making an exaggerated sound meant to indicate the refreshing properties of the drink she had just consumed (which can often be heard in beverage commercials on TV) to trick Jess into thinking the piss was “delicious”. She put down the glass and faced Jess...
Bianca: Almost tasteless and odorless, not very bitter. 8 out of 10 - said Bianca, relieved hearing the rope rustling against the metal ring in the ceiling it was threaded through, indicating Ricardo put Abigail down.
Jess: Splendid! Now, it’s time for the final test. Let’s see if our tastes are compatible. I can’t hire you as my sommelier if I’m not sure you’ll choose only the best beverages for me, right?
Bianca: Y... Yes... Right... - stuttered Bianca. She knew her lie was going to be revealed now, and she anticipated the worst...
Jess zeroed each glass, carefully analyzing the taste and aroma of the piss samples. Her facial expression didn’t indicate any emotions during the process, she was fully concentrating on evaluating their properties. After she put down the last glass, she turned to Bianca with an angered face...
Jess: You know Bianca, I’m a simple person. And I like simple things. Like honesty. Too bad you didn’t deliver. I could feel from the very first glance you wanted to help Abigail get out of this. You lied to me. But you know what? I admire the effort. That’s why I’m letting her go. In return, you’ll take her place.
Bianca: But... No... Wait... I can explain...
Jess: Ricardo - Jess interjected Bianca’s stuttering - let Abigail out of the prison. And shoot the other two, I don’t need to see the same, pathetic show once again. Bianca will dance for me. She must be punished for what she did.
The young girl and the asian woman were kneeling on the ground with their hands still tied behind their backs, trying to catch their breath after the hanging. Without a word, Ricardo pulled his sidearm and shot both of them in the forehead. Abigail was as horrified as she was happy when she heard they’re letting her go... She stood there, witnessing two merciless executions, at the same time knowing her horror will end soon...
Jess: Good. Now, assist Bianca with getting on the chair, and zip-tie her wrists and ankles. You could have a great career, you know. Too bad you traded it for the life of a woman you barely know...
Bianca couldn’t believe she ended her own life in such a stupid manner. She felt like she could do and see so much more inside of the prison, but all of these chances were squandered, because she got emotional...
Abigail looked at Bianca for the last time when she was escorted out of the block by Luis... She looked as if she wanted to say “sorry”, but tears of joy and a wide smile indicated she didn’t really mean it....
Bianca was hanged to death while Jess smoked a cuban cigar, savoring every moment of Bianca’s suffering...
Epilogue
Abigail was handed her clothes back at the admissions booth, and has been told she’s going to be transported to the airport. A guard led her to a military truck through the yard for all the other inmates to see. Some women looked at the scene amazed, as if they now believed that getting out of here was possible.
After the truck drove a couple of miles away from the prison, it suddenly stopped. The guard driving the truck got out of it, and jumped on the truck bed. He pulled his sidearm, and shot Abigail in the head.
Guard: Seriously... She thought she’s getting out... Perra estúpida...
He dumped the body in a nearby ditch and returned to the prison.
El fin.
