I felt really sick after my father shot Elsa to death with three bullets well-placed across her chest, and stared at the naked body lying on the ground for a full five minutes while I took in the situation. I had now enjoyed fucking two girls, but they were shot immediately afterwards. Perhaps this was to be my way of life if I followed my father's footsteps to be an executioner.

After we had carried Elsa's body to the furnace for disposal, the intelligence officer called me into a little office inside the army camp. He asked me if I wanted to be an executioner, like my father. It was a well-paid job, secure for life since they would always need someone to get rid of people they wanted out of the way, and even some hardened soldiers had problems dealing with the women and girls in territories that they captured. The men were no problem, because if they didn't die in battle they were shot while they were trying to surrender.

I didn't need to think about it much, I had enjoyed fucking the two girls and wanted more. Very few men in our society get the chance ever to fuck more than one woman, since the reilgious zealots who run the country insist on one man one woman unless you were very wealthy, and there is no such thing as divorce.

I asked about the courses I would have to take to qualify, but he said they could be waived if I donated the invention of my maser gun to the army. I knew there was no way I could say no to this, because if I didn't willingly give it to them they would take it anyway.

I decided that compliance was the best way.

He explained that there were hundreds of female prisoners that had been captured in a recent battle, and those that had refused to swear allegiance to the grand poobah were to be execxuted. Perhaps I would like to try out my weapon on them?

I signed a few papers, was given a uniform, and led to another part of the camp where a whole compound was set aside to imprison hundreds of women and girls, all milling around outside the barracks in the hot sunshine.

An officer was leading them one by one into an office, where mothers and daughters were kept together and forced to sign the oath of allegiance. If any member of a family group refused, they were directed to a separate area for special treatment. If they did sign the document and swear the oath, they were assigned permanent quarters in the barracks and assesed for their fitness to do the work needed. Some would be cooks, some housekeepers, and some would be used for the sexual pleasure of officers when they were on the base. The latter were given instruction in contraception with the sombre warning that if they failed to use it properly, the result would be a bullet in the head when it was found out they were pregnant.

There was a small room that had been used for executions. Several poles were embedded in the concrete floor, and sandbags had been

placed behind them to stop any bullets that went right through the victims tied to the poles. The designers had thoughtfully placed a drain in the floor to drain the blood away, and as I entered the room the workers were carrying out the bodies of a middle-aged woman and three younger girls and hosing down the walls and floor to wash away the blood. The officer explained to me that we try to keep families together since threatening the daughters in front of the mother quite frequently allows them to force the mother to sign the document and tell her daughters to do so as well.

The officer explained the rules:

1) Everybody brought in here naked is condemned to die unless you can get them to swear the oath.
2) You can do anything you like to them, such as raping, beating, stabbing, burning, to help convince them to swear the oath
3) If they refuse, you can kill them any way you like, although we would like to see how well your maser gun will do the job.
4) Remember the religious law forbids the killing of a virgin, so make sure you rape the girls who are virgins before killing them. The camp nurse will identify them by permanently marking the letter "V" on their thighs before they are sent to you.

When I agreed to the rules, some men brought in another group of females, a middle-aged woman and two younger girls, her daughters. I told her that she must swear the oath or die. She spat in my face. Angry, I pointed the gun right between her breasts and fired. With the gun set to full power, she fell back gasping for breath as her heart exploded, and crumpled into a heap on the ground.

"Good Kill" the officer said, as he went over and checked for a pulse. There was none.

"But you were too emotional. You should have tried threatening the daughters to get her to comply."

The two daughters were tremblling with fear and cowering in the corner, their hands bound behind their backs.

"Well", I said, "are you going to sign"

They would not speak.

"OK, now here is where we use psychology" said the officer. "You start raping the younger one and the older one will relent to protect her. try it."

I needed no further bidding. I grabbed the younger one by the hair, and pushed her down over a table, her nice pink slit presenting a clear target for me as I took out my cock.

"Please don't" the older one said, "she is a virgin"

The officer gave her the paper to sign. She refused.

He gave me the nod as I pushed my cock inside the girl's cunt. I was already excited and was made more so when she screamed in pain as I pushed my cock into her.

"You bastard" cried the older sister.

I couldn't help thinking how I was going to enjoy this job, as I was sliding in and out of the girl.

After I had thrown a load of cum into her, the officer said we were not going to get anything out of these two and we might as well kill them both. Still standing over the girl on the table, I shoved the maser up inside her cunt and fired. Death wasn't instant, as she squirmed and spasmed with the maser firing microwave energy inside her, first frying her uterus and womb them her stomach, finally killing her as steam built up inside her chest and her heart could take it no more.

The older sister was struggling and trying to kick the officer, but he held her tightly by the arm so her legs were out of harm's way.

"No let's see what the maser does to the head" he said.

Willingly, I walked over to the older sister and pointed the maser at her head. She scowled and swore at me, called me a bastard as I pulled the trigger and unleashed the microwaves into her brain, short circuiting everything inside and stopping all her living functions in one go. She fell down in a heap, totally out of control. The officer confimred she was dead.

"That was a good experiment" the officer said. "We now have several hundred we can process very quickly, but try to not kill them all, since we need some whores for the officers' mess party tomorrow night."