=Chapter 4, Putting Down Lassie (Cons, Shooting)=

Lassie stood there, her face flushed and her bruised breasts swaying as she wavered, her eyes flitting to and away from meeting mine, as she gathered her courage to speak. After a moment she stilled, having presumably found her words, and she looked up at me.

"I've been a bad dog, trying to run away and betraying my master. I think you should put me down like the bitch that I am, I think you should 'Old Yeller' me, take me out back and put a bullet in brain. I guess I could see you thinking I just want to get done in quick and painlessly, but I really think this is all that I deserve." she said, gaze unwavering from mine, her voice nervous, but emphatic.

In my mind's eye I saw Lassie looking up at me with a smile on her face as I pressed a pistol to her forehead and I felt a spike of arousal well in my abdomen. I liked her idea very much indeed, treating her as the "bitch she is" right up until the very end.

"I think I can work with that." I told Lassie, smiling at her and affectionately ruffling her hair.

With a few words to rouse my class I began to lead my merry band in the direction I believed the firing range to be. I opted to leave my blazer where it lay, proudly marching forward in just my blood-soaked lingerie.

Walking along I spotted a sign on the wall proclaiming "Prohibitively loud exhibits can be found outside.". Near was a glass door that led to an outdoor pavilion. A map next to the door confirmed that the firing range was one such exhibit. After holding the door open and ushering my class through, I resumed my quest for the firing range. The outside portion of the Hall of Executions was laid out much the same as the inside part, exhibits lining each side of a long path. Following this we quickly found the firing range, a long open stretch of dirt with a large mound at the far end of it. There were a few benches where one could shoot from a seated position. There was a door leading back into a room inside with a sign over it labeling it "Armory". The was a sign posted near the door and as soon as I had my class settled I began to read aloud from it.

Executions via firearms were one of the most common methods of executions for hundreds of years after their proliferation. Executions in this style were common for use on civilian condemned, but were even more prolific for military executions. Most executions by firearms were of two varieties. The first are executions carried out by a single individual. Executions in this manner were often carried out by a single shot to the back of the head or neck, usually with a pistol, but also more uncommonly with a rifle. The second method is the use of a firing squad. The individual or individuals to be executed are restrained, usually in a kneeling or standing position, and are usually blindfolded. The shooters all fire simultaneously aiming for the heart so as to not disfigure the head. Occasionally the use of blanks or wax bullets are employed to further obfuscate responsibility for who ultimately killed the condemned. The use of firing squads predates the invention of firearms, accounts that date almost 2000 years ago existing of executions by squads of archers wielding bows or crossbows.

Our firing range is well stocked with many options available for its application. The condemned can be positioned at many distances along the range, near enough that even your young child can participate while feeling confident in their accuracy, or far enough to test the skill of a veteran marksman. For weaponry we have stocked a variety of pistols and rifles ranging from functional replicas of the earliest designs, to the most modern and high tech designs available on the mass market. Bows and crossbows are also available as well as less traditionally used firearms such as shotguns. Many of our firearms also have modified variants available, with the barrel modified to facilitate use in sexual play for those who want to incorporate it into their executions.

More information on the variants, models, and history of our weapons can be found on the individual displays in the armory.

I led my class into the armory, while I searched for the tools I would use for Lassie I let the rest of the class wander the displays on their own. Once I had made my decision I gave the class a couple more minutes to wrap up before wrangling them back outside. I directed Lassie a short way into the gun range, she stepping somewhat gingerly where the occasional small stick or rock dug into her tender feet. Turning her around to face the class, I then showed her what I had picked out.

"You don't have to worry about getting off to easy, I have a little diversion for you before we get to the main event." I said, holding up the first of the two weapons I had selected.

I held a small pistol in my hand, the front half of the barrel was molded in the shape of a dick, the barrel a few inches longer than it normally would have been, making the dick part around seven inches long, complete with veins running up the sides if its silvery surface. The gun had a couple other features that wouldn't be found on a standard firearm. The safety had three positions, the first two were your normal on and off, the third was off but with the addition of making the barrel vibrate. A couple inches in front of the rear sight, right at the base of the dick part of the barrel was a small protrusion, about an inch and a half tall and bumpy, meant to run up right against the clitoris when the gun is fully inserted into a vagina.

"We're going to have a little fun with this first, and then after I'll finish you off this other one." I said holding the second gun up.

The second gun was just a regular replica of an old antique rifle, muzzle loading and single shot. I had already loaded it a second time after doing a test fire on the range to make sure I knew how to use it. It had been a long time since I had seen Old Yeller, but it seemed accurate enough to me.

Lassie had looked at the first gun with interest, but her eyes seemed locked to the second one. Her cheeks flushed and I saw a shiver run up her spine. After a few second she tore her gaze away and looked up at me.

"Thank you Mistress, this is more than I deserve." she said.

"Nonsense. It's exactly what you deserve." I replied. "Now let's get started."

I put my hand on Lassie's shoulder and applied pressure, she quickly understood what I wanted her to do and knelt down in the dirt. I saw her briefly wince as the occasional pebble bit into her shins. She looked up at me with an expression that was both nervous and eager, I could almost imagine a short brown tail wagging frantically behind her.

"We're gonna want to get this lubed up first." I said, waving around the phallic pistol.

Understanding my intent, Lassie opened her mouth wide, tongue hanging out. Truth be told, this was hardly necessary, Lassie had been positively dripping for the past several minutes, but I wanted to play up my role a little more, and Lassie seemed more than happy to comply.

I began by rubbing the front of the barrel on her exposed tongue, slowly sliding it back and forth a few times, the tip just barely exploring the edge of her lips before backing off again. Lassie's eyes were firmly locked with mine the whole time. After a couple seconds Lassie started to work the tip with her tongue, spreading saliva around the top before moving on and tasting the underside of the shaft. She did this for several seconds, eye contact still holding, doing her best to put on an erotic performance.

Slowly I began to slide the barrel into her mouth, she winced as the tip grazed the entrance to her throat, but like most girls her age she had been thoroughly trained to ignore her gag reflex. I slid the barrel in an out, the tip going from being just barely inside her lips, to bumping the back of her throat. Lassie shifted, leaning forward and tilting her head further up, behavior ingrained in her to make her throat easier to violate. I was still going slow but I gradually began to go deeper, penetrating just barely into her throat at first, but eventually going all the way in, the trigger guard bumping into her chin, the protrusion on top bumping into her nose.

The unyielding metal of the gun was probably more difficult to swallow than her usual fare, but Lassie took it like a champ, lightly watering eyes never breaking contact, except for the briefest of winces. I pushed the gun all the way into her throat and held there for a couple seconds before making a show of moving my finger to the trigger, slowly stroking it as I met Lassie's watering eyes.

"I don't think it's wet enough yet, so I'm going to start going a little faster, it would be a real shame if this went off too early, so try not to choke, I could accidentally set it off if the gun stops moving but my hand doesn't." I told Lassie cheerily, simultaneously flipping the safety to "off".

I pulled the gun back out, and as soon as her windpipe was clear she was desperately sucking in air through her nose, but I quickly put a stop to that, shoving the gun back down her throat. I did this again and again, slowly accelerating, commentating all the while things like "Oops, that was close, I almost pulled the trigger." and "I've got a lot of students to get through, maybe I should just pull it now and move on the the next one.". Lassie was a real trooper, even as she struggled to take in oxygen during the brief windows she had, even as I bruised her throat with my violent pumping, even as tears streamed down her face, she never tried to pull back and she never broke eye contact.

After a minute or two of this her eyes were beginning to list, it seemed her brief breathes weren't staving off the oxygen deprivation, and I pulled the gun completely free from her mouth. She sputtered, coughing a few times before sucking in huge breathes, her bruised breasts shaking fiercely as she struggled to regain oxygen. After a couple seconds she had regained enough composure to look back up at me, her brown eyes still full of trust and lust, even after I had violently violated her throat with a pistol.

"Is it lubed to your satisfaction, Mistress?" Lassie croaked out between ragged breaths.

I made a show of looking over the barrel, running my finger along it to feel the slick metal. "Yes, you did well." I told Lassie. "Now lean back so I can shove this gun up your cunt."

Her posture had slipped during the lubing, where she had been sitting kneeling on her shins she now sat ass on the ground, both legs folded to her sides. She leaned back, swung her legs forward while putting her weight on her palms behind her, her wrists still bound, lifting her ass from the ground. She was now in a kind of crab walk position, her legs splayed to show of her dripping pussy, dirt clinging to the drenched lips.

I knelt down between her legs, clearing the worst of the rocks from the dirt first so it wouldn't bite through my stockings and into my shins too bad. I reached my hand between her legs and brushed most of the dirt from her pussy, some of the sticky dirt sticking to my hand and getting brushed off on my stockings. Leaning forward I gave it a lick, running the flat of my tongue once straight through the center and sliding around her clit. There was a bit of dirt mixed in with her taste, but not enough to damper the experience. She moaned and reflexively squeezed her thighs around my head. I pulled back, my intent here wasn't to eat her out.

"I just wanted to give you a quick thank you for your good job earlier, but we'd better get on with the main show, don't want your lube job drying out and going to waste." I told Lassie, bringing up to pistol to tease her entrance.

"Thank you Mistress." Lassie said, a lustful twinge in her voice.

I applied pressure and between Lassie's lube job and her natural arousal it slid in with almost no resistance. I slid it in around three quarters of the way before pulling it most of the way out, slowly starting the carnal rhythm that Lassie would be feeling for the last time. I pumped the gun in and out of her pussy, gradually increasing in speed, gradually going deeper. Lassie's attention flitted between the gun and me, her breathing becoming heavier, the beginnings of moans escaping her throat. As I went deeper the clit stimulation protrusion starting bumping into her and doing it's job, a louder surprised moan escaping her lips. Holding the pistol there for a second I flipped the safety to "vibrate". Vibrating directly on her clit Lassie has a small orgasm, fluid gushing onto my hand. I started pumping the vibrating gun in and out of her faster and faster, her moans building louder. On one penetration I went deeper than before, and the tip of the barrel bumped roughly into her cervix. Lassie threw her head back, a strangled moan of pain and pleasure escaping, the loudest yet. I continued in this manner, pulling the gun almost all the way out, then jamming it as deep as it could go, stimulator pressing deep into her clit, vibrating barrel knocking on the door to her womb. Lassie howled, lust, pain, and anticipation mixing, driving her to her nearing climax.

By my estimation, she was seconds away from coming. Matching my timing to her orgasm I jammed the gun in, with more force than I had used before. As she began her screaming climax I pulled the trigger, I pulled it again and again, Lassie screaming and moaning in harmony with the muffled claps of the pistol, only stopping when I realized the last several pulls had clicked empty.

I pulled the gun free from Lassie's pussy, it didn't come super easily, the smell making me think the smoking gun barrel might have burnt her and seared to some of her most sensitive flesh. Standing up I ran my tongue along the length of the barrel, it was still quite hot but not enough to dissuade me from enjoying the mixed taste of girl cum, blood, and gunpowder.

Looking down I saw that Lassie was still breathing, she looked visibly paler and there was a growing pool of blood between her legs, but by my estimate she still had a few minutes before she bled out. It also seemed that I either had perforated her bladder, or she had gone incontinent as urine joined the growing puddle.

Squatting by her head I asked "You still there Lassie? Can you sit up?".

Lassie opened her eyes and focused on mine for a couple seconds before she tried sitting up. Groaning in pain she collapsed back into the dirt. Getting behind her I put my hands under her armpits and heaved her back up to a sitting position, she gave a pitiful squeal of pain followed by a wet cough, blood dribbling from her mouth and onto her chest. She did her best to prop herself up, leaning on her still cuffed hands behind her, her legs splayed in the growing pool of her own mixed fluids.

Unable to resist her pale bloodied lips I bent down to give her a brief kiss. It was fairly chaste, I only snuck my tongue between her lips to tangle with hers once. Pulling back I wiped the blood from my lips with the back of my hand, returning the smile of my dying student with one of my own.

I picked up the antique rifle and pressed it against her forehead. "Any last words, bitch?" I asked her.

She looked up at me, a brilliant smile on her ashen face, beautiful brown eyes meeting mine for the last time. "Thank you Mistress, Thank you Ms. Brooks." she said, a trickle of blood leaking from the corner of her mouth.

I pulled the trigger. A deafening bang echoed through the range and Lassie collapsed back to the ground. Her eyes stared straight into the sky, a smaller pool of blood and brains beginning to form beneath her head as the one beneath her hips continued to grow.

I placed the rifle on the ground next to the pistol before turning to survey my class. They seemed much warmer on this execution than the last, more openly masturbating or clearly having just finished doing so. A tone of fear was still present but there was a growing tone of resignedness and excitement as well.

"You've all been very patient, just watching me kill your peers one by one, waiting around for your turn." I addressed the class. "But I want you to have some fun too, so you're going to do a firing squad. One of you lucky girls will be bound to a post and the rest of you will get to work together to execute her, do I have a volunteer?"