Silent's white tag, firing squad (9/20) ((corrections 10/20))

The nurse working for the culling institute frowned at his stethoscope, the water deer’s oversized fangs exaggerating this further.  “it’s like there are two hearts here or something,” he grumbled to no one in particular.

The huge Vanguard alien towering over the small buck nodded with a curious bit of shyness, fidgeting his four hands.  “Erm, yes, this one has two hearts,” he said.

“Oh!  Well then, um… give me a moment,” the deer walked off to talk with a bored looking komodo dragon attendant whose attention perked up quickly at his words.  There was some animated discussion the large alien couldn’t quite catch, but it was obviously about how to fulfill a firing line for two targets at once.

In the end the deer came back, “yes, we should be able to situate your request still, despite the unusual anatomy.  Let me see if I can get these targets centered for you.”  The deer was unable to keep from peeking down at the massive arousal the large alien sported while he waited for his execution.

“This one is patient, there’s no need to rush if you need more time.”  

His white tag dangled from a huge ear, set between a curled horn not unlike a ram’s.  Albeit a furless, grey, four eyed ram with large tusks.  Not something the attendants had quite expected to show up for an execution.  

The deer closed his eyes to concentrate on his work, glad to have something distract him from staring at the alien’s heavy maleness.  Focusing as he worked to find the alien’s hearts to place the targets above each heartbeat.  A simple little paper target designed to automatically be tracked by the firing squad’s guns.  Precise and quick was their goal for those who chose to be shot for their executions.

The little squirms and fidgets from the nervous guy didn’t help his work any, nor did the size difference from the short water deer and the vanguard victim.  But soon a target was carefully taped down, earning a quiet moan from the alien.  Despite his name of Silent, he seemed to be anything but silent at this point of his execution’s preparation.

His breathing picked up and both hearts began to pound quicker, making it all the easier for the water deer to find the other heart.  Marking them side by side on that broad chest.  Well, that should be easy enough to set up an execution with.  After he taped down the second target he took the white tag off of Silent’s ear.  Handing the target’s tag to the big lizard lady to let her do her half of the work, the deer then sat back to watch the proceedings with curiosity.

The large alien was led to a plain cement wall, pockmarks dug in all over it’s rusty surface.  A series of iron bars formed a fence in front of it.  Rusty splattered stains hinting at the many who had been lined up before him.  Soon he would be adding his own markings to the wall as the komodo dragon started to pull the larger alien’s hands behind his back.  Working Silent’s wrists together to bind first with simple zip tie cuffs, before she uses a simple rope to bind elbows to one of the bars running along the wall.  A simple knot tying each both elbow to the bar to keep the condemned facing forward towards the firing line.  

Of course, most didn’t have a second set of arms to tie, and the moans of the condemned vanguard made her smirk a little.  She wondered if he might just pop before her guns would at this rate.  Working the knots a little tighter on the second set, to hear the big vanguard’s groans of bliss.  Of course he’d go for a firing line, he wants it rough it seems.  She always did like a cooperative victim.  And not very often those highest bars get a rope tied to them.

She had to get a little step ladder just to reach the vanguard’s head, getting the largest hood she could find on the way back.  The fabric was heavy and stained in her hands, making her wonder how many could have worn the massive hood before him.  But they did have quite a variety of people large and small to line up.  Silent obediently lowered his head as the hood was brought up to him.  Another little shiver ran through the bound alien as the leathery hood was dragged over his head.  No anonymity for this guy even with the leather hood, his distinctive horns and size made it obvious who he was hood or not.  Of course, the dragon had heard rumours of the snuff loving alien and the variety of tags he would get himself fixed with.

With that hood placed and gently cinched, she clipped his tag to the front of his hood.  Another victim for the firing line as she picked up her stool and walked back.  She took her time, no rush for this dirty guy.  He looked like he was having the time of his life, drooling precum to the ground and quivering in fear despite his strong form.  Maybe she'll have to get introduced to him another time.  But of course, there was work to do first.  She had to break another heart, or two in this case, in a very literal manner.

Her next step was to ensure the set of six guns would split evenly for each heart.  Occasionally they would have a group, and set each target to a specific gun, no blanks in this facility.  Most ‘victims’ would be back after a few days anyways.  Well, maybe not back here, although with this one she wouldn't be surprised one bit if he came back for another round.  Checking that the deadly rifles were tracking their targets precisely, the barrels subtly followed the small squirms the alien could make.  He wouldn’t have long to make many more.

She decided to leave this one a surprise, blowing Silent a kiss to the giggles of the deer nurse.  Then flipping open the safety guard pushing the execute button.  CRACK! The staccato blast of a half dozen rifles firing at once echoed through the field.  The result was swiftly administered death.  The proudly standing alien jerked stiff as two sets of holes oozed black ichor through his now ruined chest.  His head jumped up in shock, then quickly slumped as drool and a bit of black blood stained the leather of the hood.

His whole body slumped, creaking and bending the supports with his weight.  His big feet jerked once or twice as Silent’s consciousness quickly expired with a last struggle for life.  Then a soft thrashing as blood pooled to the sand in a messy drizzle.  Those big hearts of his had been torn apart and were no longer able to beat, so no gouts of blood for him.  His body kicked and writhed once more before arching stiff.  His rigid flexing showing his brain’s swift demise without his ebon lifeblood pumping through his powerful body.

Then the alien was fully still, a steaming mess plopping to the sands as he soiled himself in his final moments.  His erection still jutted, if a little softened.  A lazy angel lust still slick with his final precum.  The komodo dragon was a little surprised he didn’t just cum right then and there.  But maybe that was more a hanging thing.  Either way, jeez, what a mess she had to clean up now.  

It was so easy to destroy, but it seemed cleaning up those messes afterwards would always be the hardest part.

At least the first half of her job was so rewarding, as she thought of those cute moans the now expired male had made just moments before.  She did hope he came back, perhaps next time she can fire him off first.

