The Sex Slave's Final Punishment (BDSM Erotica) - Plot & Excerpts
The gargoyles look down upon us minute beings, seemingly in condemnation. The carved angels do not shed stone tears for us. As we approach the plaza, I can see the top of Potchenko’s formidable statue, standing thirty feet tall. He is our judge and executor. He will be one of the last sights I will ever see. A crowd mills around the plaza – quiet, gloomy. Once again, I see television crews and mounted cameras. Another joyous event to be broadcast to the citizens of Ursk, no doubt. The atmosphere is strangely subdued. I wasn’t expecting raucous, bloodthirsty cries. But I wasn’t expecting this glum silence either. Perhaps there have been too many executions. Perhaps this comes in wake of a pogrom. I don’t know. No one tells me anything. I’m just one of the condemned. The truck stops just outside the plaza. I am not sure if we are to be herded to a holding cell. I certainly don’t see any holding cells, like they have at gladiator rings. The three Guillotines have already been erected on the raised platform, facing the statue.
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