motorcycle club executions.

figure your boys really like when they are forced to push the boys that hanged with them through, the machine is turned on for short times, a batch of corpses is sent through to one of the hellish worlds, then turned off and the destination set to another world, with the first world you boys get a good look at the desperate face of one of the boys you hanged with, he knows his fate first when we open the portal whatever minerals that have been mined on the other side are sent through pushed by wretches that have been transformed to survive their new home, as the first one is one of the hot worlds their bodies now whatever minerals can work to form a semi liquid state like a human body at the tempuratures there. they come in, the heat radiating off of them but seeming like they are freezing here. the sounds from them are the sounds of suffering as the ones whipping them go too rushing them to get back to the torments of their home.
 
I watch as my boy pushes his former comrades through the portal. I watch as he seems to be enjoying his job, not showing any sympathy or compassion to his former buddies. I smile as I see this, he is going to need that kind of attitude if he wants to survive. As we are shoving the corpses through the portal, I take notice of some of the worlds that they are being sent to. The world the first guy is sent to looks like worst mine in the deepest depths of hell. I see corpses being forced to mine whatever minerals they have to mine, all while being viciously whipped by their superiors. Another world I see is the hot world that was described to me before. I see corpses going through much of the same thing from the other world, but this time in searing, unbearable heat; I can see the steam coming off their bodies. I continue to watch the suffering of the prisoners, listen to their screams as the whips make contact with their skin. I smile at their torments and agonies. I know deep down that they all rather be suffering back home, but they are never coming back.
 
PsychoKiller13 said:
I watch as my boy pushes his former comrades through the portal. I watch as he seems to be enjoying his job, not showing any sympathy or compassion to his former buddies. I smile as I see this, he is going to need that kind of attitude if he wants to survive. As we are shoving the corpses through the portal, I take notice of some of the worlds that they are being sent to. The world the first guy is sent to looks like worst mine in the deepest depths of hell. I see corpses being forced to mine whatever minerals they have to mine, all while being viciously whipped by their superiors. Another world I see is the hot world that was described to me before. I see corpses going through much of the same thing from the other world, but this time in searing, unbearable heat; I can see the steam coming off their bodies. I continue to watch the suffering of the prisoners, listen to their screams as the whips make contact with their skin. I smile at their torments and agonies. I know deep down that they all rather be suffering back home, but they are never coming back.
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only a few come back for short times with their guards, still being whipped into working hard by the gaurds, you see these brutes that for some of the worst worlds come out not looking human, their hides in the case of the hottest worlds now being whatever is molten on that world. the corpses drop off their loads and quickly are driven back into their hells when they are allowed a moment here. of course that moment is far spaced, once every couple thousand years a lucky fucker gets that boon, by then many find this place worse than their home of course. you see the hot worlds, the bug and parasite worlds, the cold ones including ones which they seem to be made of liquid helium. before the boys are sent through they see where they are going and what they will become. how many beg me to keep them here. how many just go silent to their fates. how many fight. I give the ones we hanged special attention, figure that when you see your old buddy that you died in the chamber with among one of the groups you take notice of him.
 
As I continue to watch and enjoy the suffering prisoners, I hear you tell me that some prisoners do come back here, but only for a short time; they are just here to drop of the loads they have mined and then are quickly forced back to their respective hellholes. I hear you say that, even though they have received a brief respite, they are still being tortured, their guards coming along and whipping them hard the entire time. I then hear you say that these moments are few and far between, saying that this only happens once every couple thousand years. I smile at this, enjoying the fact that, even with a small respite, they are stuck there forever. I and the others continue to push the remaining prisoners through the portal. As we do this, I take notice of the various worlds. Hot worlds, cold worlds, bug and parasite worlds, each worst than the last. I also notice how the prisoners cease to look human. I see how their bodies have been forced to change in their environment. On the hot worlds, the prisoners' skin has been charred completely black because of the searing heat. On the cold worlds, their skin has taken on a permanent blue tinge because of the deep freeze. The prisoners being forced through the portal take notice of all this too. All of them beg and plead for us not to send them through, but all of their sniveling is ignored. A couple of them try to fight back, attempt to escape us, but they are still too weak from their hangings and we have too tight grips on them. I hear you tell us that you give this kind of special attention to the hanged prisoners. After hearing you say this and as I am throwing the next prisoner through to a hot world, I notice that one of the prisoners there is my former comrade who was gassed with me the first time. I am a bit taken aback in seeing him on this world, knowing that he wasn't hanged. I can only watch as he forced to mine minerals, being violently whipped while working. Hm, I wonder what he did to get sent through the portal. As I continue to watch my former buddy, I can't help but smile and take pleasure in his agony. I am so far gone that I can't show any compassion or sympathy to anyone, not even him. All I know that he got what he deserved, it doesn't matter what he did.
 
I smile at your attitude towards even a fucker you suffered an agonizing death with, before he goes through I allow you to rape him one last time, I tell you that your kept here because your becoming one of the elite that will be a fine demon club member. shit, you see that we are allowed to rape any of the boys going into the portals as a last fun, I grab the fucker that is still wearing his noose and monkeywrenches on his crushed balls, violently raping his ass. then I grab one that from the burns on his leg and head probably fried to death in an electric chair and do the same to him. we send all the corpses that aint making the cut to become demons through these portals to suffer. if they somehow earn their way to brutal guards there they still suffer as guards. of course all of them are naked here so we can all see whatever execution wounds they got as well as wounds from whatever other fun us devils have with them. perhaps even some elite corpses or if you make the cut demons can add to the scars they go to one of the hellish worlds with. I smile as another comes, looking like he suffered damn hard from his burn covered body, then another that has wrist and foot holes from being crucified. shit, it looks like there are no methods of execution that we dont use on convicts here.
 
I watch as my former comrade drop of some mined minerals and make his way back to the portal. As he begins to return to his prison world, I hear you give me permission to rape him one last time. As I hear that, I grab my former buddy and push him up against the wall. He feels me grinding at his ass and begs me not to do this, but I ignore his pathetic pleas. I pull out my hardened cock and violently penetrate him. I hear him scream with every thrust, to which I smile, knowing that his body is feeling nothing but pain and agony. As I continue to fuck my former comrade hard, I hear you tell me why I'm kept here. I hear you tell me that I am becoming one of the elite that will soon become a fine addition to your demon club. I then hear you tell me that, since we are the elite, we are allowed to fuck any of the boys going through the portal as last fun. At that, I see you grab the last fucker you hung, still wearing the noose around his neck and monkey wrenches on his balls, and begin viciously raping his ass. After you finish with him, I see you grab a guy that looks like he died in the electric chair and do the same to him. I can only smile at your cruelty. I continue to rape my former buddy until I release a huge load of cum in his ass. I let him go and see him fall to the floor. I then give him a couple good kicks to the stomach before dragging him to the portal and throwing him back through the portal. After I'm done with my guy, I then see you throw the two you just raped through the portal after him. As I watch more convicts go through to their new prison worlds, I hear you tell me that the ones that don't make the cut for our ranks are sent through the portal to suffer. I also hear you tell me that sometimes the prisoners rise the ranks to become guards, but it doesn't matter, they will still suffer regardless. As more convicts get sent off, I notice that all of them are naked, and I can see how all of them died. I see one that has horrible third degree burns all over his body; it looks like that one was doused with gas and burned to death. I see another that has holes in his hands and feet; pathetic wretch must have been crucified. I smile as notice how all of these punks died, taking pleasure in the various methods of executions used on these sorry bastards. I can't wait for the next batch to be executed.
 
you dont have to wait long, we finish up delivering the boys to their new homes and I take you two boys and you take your boys with us to enjoy the next execution. I take you and all the convicts to an area where we got three coffins, no graves to put them in but I make clear that the three to die in them wont suffocate by being buried. instead they will be nailed in them so that they will die slow of starvation and dehydration unless you boys want to draw out their deaths by feeding and watering them through the slot on the top of the coffin. so I ask you boys if you aim to keep feeding and watering them in there or are you giving them some mercy by starving them.
 
We finally finish up delivering the prisoners to their new homes. After the portal is closed (for now), I see you lead me, my corpse buddy, and our boys over to the next execution. When we get there, I notice three coffins set up, but no graves. I hear you tell me that the next three chosen convicts are going to be nailed in them and die a slow death of starvation and dehydration. I smile at hearing this, knowing that that is a painful way to die. I then hear you say that their deaths can be drawn out by feeding and watering them through the top slot of the coffin. I smile even wider at that, taking pleasure in the fact that their deaths can be slower and more painful. I then hear you ask me and the other boys if we want to draw out their deaths as long as possible by feeding and watering them or if we want to show some mercy and just let them starve. I take a few seconds to talk it over with my buddy and our boys, coming to an agreement. I then tell you that we choose to feed and water them, anything to make their suffering worse. None of these boys deserve any mercy.
 
you see me smile when you boys say that, I point over to the group of convicts, pick one out for each coffin, I look over them looks like the former members of your club have been really whittled down at this point. your old buddies know that you have betrayed them and now enjoy serving me. they dont seem to like you no more. so which three do you pick to nail in these boxes.
 
I see you smile and point over to the prisoners, telling me and the others to pick out one for each coffin. I go over to the convicts and give them a quick look over. I notice that they are none to happy to see me. They must know about how I betrayed and murdered my and their former buddies, how I took pleasure in watching their painful agony and suffering, but I don't care; they are all just here to suffer a horrible fate as far as I'm concerned. I make my first pick, a brawny brute with long, straggly black hair. I grab him and drag him over to the first coffin. My prisoner fights me the entire way, trying to wriggle out of my grip, but I have too tight a hold on him. I force him into the coffin and tie him down tight. I ask him if he has any last words before I seal him in, but all he does is call me a traitor and spit in my face. I then grab an o-ring gag, force it into his mouth, and buckle it tight behind his head; this will keep his mouth open for water and food, prolonging his agony. I hear the prisoner scream through his gag as I shut the lid of the coffin, sealing him in tight. His screams soon give way to sobs. I smile as I hear this, the punk has given up and accepted his fate. I watch my buddy make the next choice, another big brute, this one with short blond hair, and our boys make the last pick, a scrawny punk with shaggy dark brown hair. I watch as the others repeat the same process with their prisoners, all while listening to the victims scream and beg for their lives. I smile as my buddy and our boys ignore their pleas, enjoying their heartless attitudes. Finally, all the prisoners are sealed in tight. I stand back with the others and watch as they slowly starve, waiting for the time to add to their suffering.
 
I first point at the hammer and nails, seal them in I say to you boys, then I point at some hand carts, load them up I say to you, I will show you where they will be staying the rest of their lives. you see a small slot that can be opened up a small hole at the bottom of the panel over it where the feeding and water tubes will be placed at the bottom about at their mouths, you can barely hear their cries and sobs in there, wont take them long to quiet up. though then they will get noisy again as they start seeing things, the lack of stimulation will cause that, when they move they get a led light turn on so they can see but they got nothing to see so they have no stimulation.
 
As me and the others force our prisoners into their tombs, I see you point to some hammers and nails. We take the hammers and nails and nail down the lids of the coffins, sealing the convicts in tight. I then see you point to some hand carts in the corner of the room. I nod and grab one of the carts, loading the coffin with the first prisoner on it. My buddy and our boys do the same thing with the other coffins. After the coffins are loaded up, the others and I follow you to the place where these punks will be spending the rest of their miserable lives. I hear the prisoners scream and sob the entire time we are moving them, smiling at the noise. We get to the place and set up the coffins. As me and the others get the coffins into place, I hear you tell us about a small slot on the bottom of the panel that can be opened up. I hear you say that that is where the water and feeding tubes will go through to their open mouths. With that, I open the panel on the first coffin, inserting the tubes through the open slot. I then force the tubes down my prisoner's open mouth, silencing his cries. I finally shut the panel, leaving him to silently sob in the darkness. My comrade and our boys do the same thing with the other two prisoners. I step back and watch the execution. All is quiet at first, but, after a few hours, I hear the prisoners begin to scream and shake violently. Hm, they must be going stir crazy from the claustrophobia and lack of stimulation. As the screaming and shaking continues, I notice a light coming through the small opening for the tubes, causing the screams to subside. I hear you tell me that, every time they move, a small led light comes on. As you tell me this, I see the light go off, making it pitch black again and causing the prisoners to panic again. I smile, enjoying their insanity and panic attacks, knowing that they are going to be in there for a long, long time.
 
I then ask you if your boy is doing good by how your figuring. aint seen you punishing him none. you learn him our ways real good if you aint punishing him for some fuckup.
 
As I continue to watch the execution, I hear you ask me how well my boy has been doing. I tell you he has been doing pretty good except for one little incident. I tell you that, back when we were throwing guys through the portal, I saw that my boy almost let one of the prisoners escape. The convict managed to wriggle out of his grip, but my boy caught him before he got too far. I tell you that, when I saw his little fuck up happen, I immediately confronted him about it, berating him and roughing him up a little. I also tell you that I told him that he would be punished for that when I got the opportunity after all the work was done. After hearing this, I hear you tell me to take the opportunity now because it will be a while before this execution ends. With that, I walk over to where my boy is standing and ask him if he remembers his little fuck up back at the portal. He stares at me in stunned silence for a moment but then nods his head, telling me he remembers. I then ask him if he remembers that I said he would be punished for it, and he nods his head yes. I then tell him to choose what kind of punishment he wants. He looks at me in shock. He tries to answer, but he is too scared to respond. Finally, after a few seconds, my boy tells me that he wants me to choose his punishment because he cannot make a decision. I grab him by the chin and force him to face me. I tell him that, as his punishment, he will be forced to swallow water (or whatever disgusting liquid that passes for water here) until his insides burst all while being stretched on the rack. After saying this, I ask him if he understands and accepts his punishment, to which he answers yes. I then tell him to strip and prepare for his punishment. As he strips, I smile, knowing that I am going to have a lot of fun torturing him.
 
I smile, tell you to get on with his punishing, then enjoy as you drag him to the rack, he howls as you stretch him so his limbs dislocate, then you force a hose down his throat and I let you proceed to pump what we give the lowest of the corpses and convicts for water, pretty much liquid sewage from us club members and the superiors over those boys. from his grimacing he sure seems to enjoy all that water, he tries to swallow it but sooner or later instead of bursting he starts drowning. you see him panicking like a convict we might waterboard. I smile wondering if you might get him confessing just to get you to fucking stop with the torment.
 
When my boy is done stripping, I order two lowlife corpse prisoners to drag him over to the rack and shackle his wrists and ankles in tight. When they finish that, I order them to begin stretching him hard. I hear my boy scream in agony as his arms and legs are pulled out of their sockets, at which I smile. I grab a hose and force it down my stretched prisoner's throat, causing him to violently gag. I then start pumping liquid sewage that we give the lowest corpses and convicts as water down his throat. As he swallows, I see him grimace, completely disgusted by the taste. I just smile and pump more "water" down his throat. I watch as his stomach becomes distended as more and more sewage is pumped into his body; he looks like he is nine months pregnant with all the liquid in his stomach. As I continue to pump, some of the water goes into his lungs and he starts to drown. I watch as he chokes and gags on the "water", causing him to panic and sob uncontrollably. I smile at this, taking pleasure in his choking agony. I finish pumping the last bit of liquid down his throat and remove the hose from his mouth, finally letting him breathe. I then grab a sledge hammer and show it to him, his eyes growing wide with panic and fear. I tell him that I am going to use this hammer on his distended stomach until he confesses to his crime. I lift the hammer and bring it down hard on his stomach, causing him to violently expel sewage mixed with blood through his mouth, choking on the vile liquid. I continue to hammer his stomach hard, making him choke more violently on the expelled bile. Finally, I hear him scream out that a prisoner wriggled out of his grip when throwing him through the portal, almost letting him escape. After hearing his confession, I drop the hammer and look down at my corpse. He begs me to stop, but I just smile and order the corpses to stretch him until arms and legs are ripped from his body. The corpses do as they are told, and my boy screams loud as his limbs are ripped from his body. When it is over, my boy's still conscious torso is covered in sewage and blood. I grab him by his hair and force him to look at me. He continues to beg me to stop, saying he will be good, but I just smile and laugh at his pleas, saying that his torture has just begun.
 
I just say to you doing damn good, boy, teach your boy a fucking lesson he aint never forgetting.
 
I hear you tell me that I am doing a damn good job teaching my boy a lesson. I smile at your words, appreciating your words. I then mount my boy's limbless torso and begin to fuck his ass raw. I hear him scream, begging me to stop hurting him, but I just smile at him and his agony, thrusting harder with each scream. I continue to fuck him until I release a load of cum in his ass. I pull out of his ass and then I begin to face fuck him. I thrust my cock in and out of his mouth violently until my cum explodes into his throat. I pull out and climb off of him, leaving him sobbing and choking on my cum. I then invite you to join in the fun and fuck him hard. I step back and watch as you mount him and rape his ass and mouth. I watch as you viciously thrust in and out of my boy's ass and mouth and I smile, basking in your violent maliciousness. After some time, I see you release your last load of cum into him and climb off his limbless torso. After you get off him, I invite the other corpses to partake in the rape. I watch as the other corpses line up and take turns raping my boy. I smile as my boy screams and sobs with every thrust, feeling the worst pain imaginable. After several hours (more like an eternity to my boy), the last corpse pulls out and climbs off top of him. I walk over to my boy and give him a look over; he is panting very hard, quietly sobbing, and covered in blood, sewage, and cum. I grab him by his hair, forcing him to look at me. I then grab his cock and balls and squeeze them hard, eliciting a small, shrill scream. I tell him to get ready for the last part of his punishment; it will be the worst pain of his life.
 
right before I fuck him I alter his nanotech slightly so that instead of just screaming he has to scream out thank you sir, feels damn good, once that is done I smile as he now has to scream out our praises as part of his torments. makes us have real fun making him praise us.
 
As I continue to squeeze my boy's cock and balls, I hear him thank me for his pain and punishment. A little confused by his praising, but then I quickly remember you altering his nanotech before you raped him, causing him to thank and praise you and the others for fucking him. I smile as he continues to praise me for his torments, taking pleasure in how much more fun this last punishment will be. I let go of his cock and balls and order the two corpses who racked him to get some rope and tie his limbless torso down tight. As the corpses are doing that, I get two sharp-pointed metal rods, some copper wiring, and an electrical generator. When the corpses are done, I go up to my boy and show him the metal rods, his face going pale and his eyes widening with terror. I grab his dick and open up his piss slit with my thumb. I then insert the first metal rod into the slit, impaling his dick all the way to the base. My boy lets out an ungodly wail, thanking me for impaling his cock. I then grab his balls and skewer them with the second metal rod, making sure both ends stick out from either side of his testicles. My boy continues to thank me for giving him this pain, too which I smile. I then take three pieces of copper wiring and attach them to the metal rods, one piece to the rod impaling his cock and the other two to either side of his balls. I then take the other end of the wiring and connect it to the generator. When I finish, I see my boy look at me, then at the generator, then back at me. He looks at me with pleading eyes, begging me not to flick the switch. I just smile at him, taking pleasure in his terror. Ignoring his pleas, I flick the switch, starting up the generator. As the generator starts up, the electricity passes through the copper wiring to the metal rods, causing them to heat up. The heat slowly cooks my boy's cock and balls from the inside out. As the heat grows more intense with every passing second, I see my boy try to wriggle out of his restraints, but the ropes are tied too tight. When the heat becomes unbearable, I hear my boy let out unearthly screams that echo through the room. Through the screams, I hear him thank me for the pain and tell me that the pain feels good. I just smile at his praise, basking in his agony. Finally, after a couple of hours, I turn the generator off. I go over to him and look over his cock and balls, which are charred completely black. I pull the metal rods out of his burnt manhood and then take out a switch blade. I use the switch blade to cut off his burnt cock and balls, then I drop the organs onto the floor and stomp on them with my boot. I then go to my boy, who has been silently sobbing the entire time, and ask him if he has anything else to say. I hear him thank me for his punishment, that he deserved every torment that I gave him, and he promises me that he will never fuck up again. I smile at hearing his words, and then I order the other corpses to untie him and sew his limbs back to his body. When they are finished sewing his limbs back on, I then order them to get my boy back into shape, working him until his muscles recover. As the corpses take my boy away to do what they are ordered, I just smile, waiting for him to fuck up again.
 
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