motorcycle club executions.

[PsychoKiller13]

I see you move to release the next bag of pellets into the acid. As I watch you every move, you flash me a cruel, sadistic smile; my suffering has brought you so much satisfaction and entertainment. As the pellets dissolve in the acid, the gas becomes much thicker than before, making it difficult to see. Even though it is hard to see through the smoke, I manage to see the faces of my captured comrades. Many have tears in their eyes, continuing to cry and beg for their lives. Others just stare blankly into the abyss, with no hope left at all, just waiting for the end to come. As I continue to look out at the pain and suffering of my chapter, the gas continues to get thicker and thicker. My eyes become heavy, and, after several seconds, I slip into unconsciousness. I pray I do not wake up.

 

[zonmoy]

you wake up many more times, each time it takes you longer to wake up but you do wake up to more agony. finally you manage to not wake up after I drop the next bag of pellets, still your body lingers for a few hours, your heart still trying to go, your body spasming which of course I tell your buddies is you still suffering the agony of your execution even if your no longer aware of it. finally your heart fails and you finally die after about three hours. your buddy in there with you manages to last an hour more. fine ends for both of you, we take the rest of your club away as we start to purge the chamber of the gas. takes a long time before we allow four of your buddies back in to remove your corpses from the chairs and then take them to a preparation room. there we inject nanotech directly into your chests near your hearts, the nanotech goes to the nearest cells with will most likely include your hearts restarting them without eliminating any of the toxins that killed you or any other damage gassing has done to them. your hearts start beating again and the nanotech spreads throughout your bodies restarting every cell they reach. figure you boys wake up violently still full of the poison but now at least you aint getting more of it. still a hell of a lot of pain as your bodies have to purge the toxins slowly.

 

[PsychoKiller13]

Darkness. All I see is inky blackness in front of me. Am I dead? Did I finally die? I see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing, so I must be dead. God, I am so glad for this to be over, the pain, the suffering, everything. All I can do now is fade into the darkness. My existence is finally going to en---wait, something is wrong. I feel my heart beating. Why is my heart beating? It can't be beating, I am dead. Am I waking up? Oh God, the pain, it is back. I am feeling nothing but pain. Oh God, when will this nightmare end?

 

[zonmoy]

I watch you awake with a violent start, gasping, choking, your eyes snap open, yet your still weak, I watch you move feebly, unable to do much more than gasp desperately for breath, even though your now getting fresh air it dont seem to be helping you none. I know you see me smiling at my pleasure at seeing you back to life. I see you glare in desperation and rage at me, well boy, figure I best welcome you to the hell of service to my club. your gonna be serving us long as the nanotech running your body now keeps you going. you see me laugh then, finally I bark at you the order, get up, I watch as you rise under the control of my nanotech, unable to disobey.

 

[PsychoKiller13]

I wake up with a start. My convulses and spasms violently, but, after a few moments, it subsides. I open my eyes, and I see you standing over me with that same sadistic smile. Infuriated, I try to attack you, only to find I can't move my arms or any other part of my body. You laugh at my pitiful attempt to kill you, and then you order me to get up. I try with every fiber of my being not to obey, only to find it is useless. I immediately follow your commands and begin to work as one of your new slaves. I feel nothing but anger and degradation, knowing that I nothing more than a slave to people I hate.

 

[zonmoy]

my next order is to get dressed, I point at your old gear, only now even with the stench of the gas still in your nostrils you can smell the reek from them like they have been deliberately soaked in the nastiest odors we could find, even nastier than the odor of the gas that you choked on till you died, I watch as you put on your reeking old biker gear, then I order you over to a tv, there I have you watch as another of your fellow club members is dragged in to a room by the first of your club to die, you are joined by the wretch that died with you in the chamber in his own reeking gear. our malodor soak made your gear smell damn good to you boys. you watch as he tells the one to die to go to the measurement place to get measured for a drop so he can hang proper, the fucker seems glad to be allowed the mercy of a drop. he willingly backs up to the measuring tape, then you watch as his neck explodes as he is shot through it. his body spasms as he dies, falling to the ground. not dead yet but most likely paralyzed as he is choking on his own blood dying. I smile saying that another of you boys had a fine death and will soon be joining your work gang for fucking eternity. then I wait for the one I had take the member of the club he was prospecting to here for reanimation, you see him coming with the bloody corpse. he looks about as happy as you two are. I tell each of you to pin a limb on this one as I inject the nanotech into his corpse right next to his heart. you see him shudder as his heart starts beating again. then you watch in horror as the nanotech repairs his neck just enough to allow him to breath, move, and do what he is told, still leaving a nice hole in his neck. he gasps, moans, spasms as he recovers, then stands and gets dressed in his stinking biker gear as I order it.

 

[PsychoKiller13]

I reach over and put on my old gear as I am ordered. The smell of my old gear is just insanely unbearable that I almost retch. I try again to break from the control of the nanotech, but to no avail. I am forced to follow your every order and watch another of my fellow comrades die a horrible, painful death. I am then forced to watch him be forced back to life and into slavery like the other "corpses". This is absolute torture. I feel nothing but degradation, being forced to watch what happen to me happen to my fellow chapter. I would rather be dead.

 

[zonmoy]

you see me enjoying your torments, then I have some older corpses come in. filthy, miserable looking. many of them having obvious scars of their executions on their forms I have them take you down to the mine for your first day of hard labor. they seem to have the same ability of us club members to order around the fresher corpses like you. you of course work as hard as you can, working out the toxins slowly and agonizingly. suffering properly for your crimes for fucking eternity. finally your brought back up knowing that its to watch or take part in the next execution of a fellow chapter member.

 

[PsychoKiller13]

I am in hell. Forcibly being brought back to life, made into a slave by my enemies, and now taking orders form my own former comrades, I am in absolute hell. This is unbearable. This is absolute worst degradation any man can go through, to go through your own personal hell, and then be brought back and be forced to watch you comrades go through their own personal hell. To know that my enemies take pleasure in this kind of suffering makes it even worse. I can only hope that you will become bored and just end this hell.

 

[zonmoy]

they seem to be your comrades, though you see that the club colors they wear are of clubs that disappeared over the years. the members disappearing and now are shown to serve us here. perhaps there are many club colors that you dont recognize at all. you only know that our club has been taking over, other clubs either being made to support us or disappear. shit, you dont know if we ever end the hell of the fuckers we execute. they and you might just end up serving us in whatever way we want for fucking eternity, a true eternal hell for you boys. the ones that are able to order you around, you are sure that they have been here for damn long times. suffering for who knows how long until they gained the small boon of being able to order others newer than them around as long as its under our orders to get whatever tasks we got for you to do, we take you to a cell that you see one of your fellow club members is in. he looks at you in horror as you go into his cell, under our orders you drag him out and outside for his execution. you see that there is a path to our fields that is lined with rows of cages, many in there are dead but then reanimated by our nanotech. others you see are alive but look in real rough shape, I move to one, pull out the wretch in there, put him to work with you boys as the one you dragged out of his cell is put in the cage in his place then injected with the nanotech, it wont activate till he dies but he is still enjoying a fine gibbetting. after that we make you march the rest of the club members and all others that have yet to be executed along this route to see his fate. he looks thirsty, but you cant do a thing to comfort him of course, do any of the live ones try to do anything to help their comrade in the cage.

 

[PsychoKiller13]

This is a nightmare. I look around and see my fellow chapter all locked up in cages, knowing that their fates are inevitable. I also see other men from past chapters who have gone through the same thing that I have gone through, being brutally killed and forced back to life to be nothing more than a sadistic psychopath's bitch. I want to help them escape, get them out of this hellhole, but this stupid nanotech prevents me from doing anything from following the orders of my captors. I pull out one of my comrades from their cage as I am told and force him down the hall to his death. Maybe they go easy on him, maybe they will let him stay dead. Wishful thinking, he is doomed just like the rest of us, damned to live out the rest of his pitiful existence in this hell.

 

[zonmoy]

you saw my club colors, on the front my office as executioner, now you see a truck being driven in with an escort of more bikers from my club, the leader of that one has the office of hunter, he brings in you damned souls for me to execute and torment. I order you to open up the truck and unload the new convicts, then to process them properly as you were processed into convicts at my prison hell. I know you have seen other members of my club doing whatever tasks we need to do including no doubt ordering you boys to do things as you are working at all times unless not given an order. so you know now that you need the mercy of our entire club and not just me to free you of your eternal punishments.

 

[zonmoy]

I smile as the other club members do whatever they want both with you corpses and all the convicts yet to be executed. as it aint the full club here we aint gonna be able to see if any of you corpses are ready to become prospects for our clubs. the ones that get that promotion manage to show that they are cruel enough to get to enjoying the work of being some of my assistants. I let them do what they want to prove that they are mean enough to prospect with my club.

 

[zonmoy]

I watch as one of the club members goes up to you, barks at you to pull down your pants and bend over, then he fucks your ass. then he makes you lick his shit off of his cock. you see that I enjoy your reaction to being used like that.

 

[PsychoKiller13]

This in unbearable. As I let my pants drop to my knees and bend over, I feel nothing but complete degradation and humiliation as I willingly obey this fucker's disgusting command. I grimace as he forces his dick into my ass and fucks me raw. As he fucks me, I see more members of my group being fucked hard by our captors. I try to look away, but my rapist grabs me by the hair and yanks my head up, forcing me to see the reality of the situation. I hear him laughing, taking pleasure from my and my comrades suffering. He continues to fuck me hard until he blows his massive load inside my ass. The feeling of his hot cum inside me makes me want to puke. He then forces me to lick his cum and shit covered dick clean. I try not to obey, try to will my body not to do this, but, in the end, I am forced to comply. Stupid fucking nanotech!!! The smell and taste of his rancid dick makes me gag. I can't take this anymore. I would love nothing more then to bite off this fucker's dick, chew it up, and spit it out in his face as he withers on the floor, trying to stop the bleeding. I want him dead. I want them all dead.

 

[zonmoy]

you watch as I drag out one of the boys that aint been made into a corpse like you yet, he looks fine in his orange prison pants. I have a couple of your fellow corpses force him down then I fuck his ass like the fuckers actions with him. he shows his disgust and shame at it unlike you though anybody can see the pain of taking this in the eyes of you corpses. he begs me for mercy as I fuck him only for me to bark shut the fuck up at him. he futilely tries to escape me, no escape. you see that I am getting off on his pain and humiliation. I call you over, I order you to fuck his ass too them make him lick your cock clean.

 

[zonmoy]

I smile as your brain is programmed to give off an explosion of pleasure chemicals each time you carry out an order that causes pain to a convict or another corpse. so I see you enjoying raping his ass, then further degrading him by making him lick his shit off your cock.

 

[PsychoKiller13]

I feel complete disgust. It was bad enough that I had to watch my fellow chapter be raped, now being forced to rape them myself is even worse. I plow my dick into my fellow comrade's unprepared ass, causing him to scream out in pain. As I slam my dick hard into his ass, my comrade begins to cry, sinking deeper and deeper into his own sorrow and self-loathing. I hate this. I want to stop this, to stop hurting my fellow bikers, but the nanotech in my brain won't allow me. I pump harder and faster until I release a load of hot cum into his ass. When I finish I let him go, watching him fall into a sobbing heap on the floor. He tries to curl himself into a ball, as if to try and protect himself from what comes next, but he and I both know it is useless. I grab him by the hair, lift him up, and shove my cock into his mouth, being forced to force him to lick it clean. At first he gags, but then his tongue begins to caress my cock, licking off all the shit and cum. As he does, he looks up at me with tears in his eyes, pleading for me to end this. I hate this. I hate myself.

 

[zonmoy]

you might hate this but your getting high from it. you end up rather confused as the endorphins make you beg more to abuse your victim. now addicted to it. I smile seeing your addiction to brutalizing this wretch. I tell you to have yourself some fun with him. I watch as you keep trying to get the high from abusing him more and more. finally I order you to stop. he is still alive but he is suffering real proper, I ask him you ready to fucking die. then come back like him. I point at you, still wanting the high of abusing convicts like him more. the endorphins and other natural high drugs in your system have you nearly foaming at the mouth now. your cock erect, your eyes crazed in wanting more of it. I tell you to cuff his hands behind his back and then get him to the guillotine for his execution. you seem to be enjoying your work real damn good now.

 

[PsychoKiller13]

I feel strange. The disgust I felt not a moment ago has given way to something else. What am I feeling? My brain feels like it is going to explode. What is wrong with me? I look down at my comrade. He continues to lick my cock clean with his tongue. With every stroke, I begin to breathe heavier and more rapid. I feel the most amazing high, like I have just taken a handful of ecstasy. Ecstacy. That is what I feel. Pure ecstacy. It must be because of that chip in my brain; it has taken away my free will, but also my inhibitions. As I stare at my comrade, I begin to smile. He looks up at me, and the eyes that one showed nothing but pity and sadness now have the look of pure terror. I grab him by the hair and pull him off my cock. I then slam him violently on the ground, face first. With one hand forcing his head to the ground and the other twisting his arms behind his back, I straddle him and align my cock with his asshole. He pleads for me to stop, but, in my euphoric haze, I don't hear him. I slam my cock into his ass hard, causing him to scream out in pain. I begin to thrust in and out of him like a crazed bull. With every thrust, my comra--no, prisoner--begs me to stop, but I do not hear his pleas. The only sound I hear is my dick rubbing raw against his ass meat. I continue to pump hard and fast until I release a load of hot spunk into his ass. I release him from my grasp, and he falls to the floor in a crumpled, cum and sweat covered heap. I stand up and give him a few hard kicks to his stomach, dick, ass, and chest, causing him to wail in pain again. I grab him by the hair and pull his face up to mine. I spit in it and call him a worthless piece of shit. At this, you order me to stop, and I drop him back on the floor. You then order me to cuff his hands behind his back and drag him to the guillotine, which I forcefully oblige. As I watch my former comrade go to his death, I can't help but feel excited. Even after shooting my load, I am still breathing heavy and my cock is still erect. I want more. I want to make more prisoners suffer, no mater who they are.