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Legality
This is what they do with rapists on L5 space-stations. She dragged him into the airlock, suited up except for his helmet. He was blindfolded. He struggled, but his arms were firmly held behind him by a modified mining robot. It pushed him forward, his elbows almost touching behind him. Once inside, she pushed him hard against the outer hatch and glued his feet to the airlock deck, legs spread about a metre apart. The mining robot's arms hissed as they moved forward and down, holding him in the attitude of crucifixion. There were lumps of old, dried glue around the spots where he had been fixed, on the floor near his feet and on the walls at either side, about shoulder-height. This had been done before. She edged around him to stand in front; regarded him impassively for a moment, then took a ceramic knife and cut a three-centimetre slash in the crotch of the suit. He flinched; she stuck two fingers inside the cut, groped around for a moment and then dragged the end of his penis through the hole. With one hand she tugged it out further; with the other, she pushed the material of the suit back against his groin until about fifteen centimetres of flaccid organ were exposed. She then took a silicone sealant gun and applied the tip to the slash, cementing the hole shut around him. She squeezed around to stand behind him again; picked up his helmet, fixed it onto the neck-ring, twisted it shut. She reached around under his arm and activated the suit's air-system; it hissed and the suit inflated slightly. He struggled within the narrow confines permitted by his fixed position, trying to turn around. Impatiently pushing the mining robot before her, she departed the airlock; the inner hatch slid shut with a dead-sounding thump. He waited a few seconds, eyebrows moving nervously above the blindfold... Then, the outer hatch opened slightly; a gap of five centimetres. The few cubic metres of air in the hatch began to whistle out, making his silvered form sway and shake; within seconds, he was in near-vacuum. The pressure of the air inside his suit forced blood into his penis; it swelled, jutting up at an exaggerated angle. He began to twist about, trying to pull his arms out of the suit's sleeves, but the suit was too small; there was nowhere for his arms to go. As the pressure outside the suit dropped towards zero, he began to flop about, backwards and forwards, in an effort to break the bonds that held him; however, the glue (designed for work in vacuum) was too strong. It held. The seal around his member expanded as the flesh that it confined inflated; someone had once described this as `the ultimate penis expansion system', but the subject was in no position to appreciate this at the moment, as the veins along the underside bulged and snaked, his penis writhing from one side to the other, taking on a mottled, purple appearance. the twin corpus callosi swelled, beginning to resemble balloons held inside a dark red fish-net stocking. They both burst at the same time, spraying dark blood at the half-closed hatch in front of him. A faint scream sounded, barely carried in the thin, almost non-existant air. The rest of the veins opened up, the tensed flesh that covered them splitting like rotted rubber. Blood was now pouring out in streams, forming large, amoeboid globules which broke into smaller spheres against the edge of the outer hatch. His penis looked like it had been savaged with a razor. He suddenly shook in a series of fresh, painful spasms, and for a moment appeared to be trying to press his knees together; then, he arched his back and his bladder voided through the ruined flesh, streams of blood-tainted urine floating out to splash against the hatch, breaking and running out to follow the recently-departed atmosphere. For one ludicrous moment, he appeared to be thrusting his groin upward and outwards; then, the suit split up the belly, the silicone seal tearing away. Wisps of air fled the ruined suit, mixed with blood-spotted urine and small clumps of excrement. The bare, white flesh of his belly bulged outward, and a split appeared, mirroring the damage that had befallen the suit. Just before he died, the hatch opened completely and his body half-emerged from the half-metre-long tear, jamming itself into the split and rupturing, spraying swollen lengths of gut and other, less identifiable organs into open space. After ten minutes, the outer hatch closed; the lock flooded with air, and the mining robot entered. Using a ceramic-edged saw, it sliced off the parts of the suit that were glued to the walls, leaving four more fixed reminders of the execution. The robot dragged the body off to the reclamation tanks, leaving a trail of black gore. Another, smaller machine approached on rubber wheels and methodically scoured the deck.
This account prepared by Barker-Newgate L5 Legal Reparation representative, under the auspices of the Sanderson Act of 2003 for the personal use of the defendant in the case of Shea Versus Blake |
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