Tis the year that this old thread gets revived.

Feeding The Fish

Marcy finished the rest of her hamburger as the truck pulled up. George climbed out and opened the back door. Six naked teenagers shuffled out.

“What do you have for me?” Marcy yawned.

“Just some fish food,” George growled as he handed her their files.

Marcy raised an eyebrow as she scanned the papers. Of the condemned, three of them were siblings. It wouldn’t be the weirdest execution since working at the Youth Correctional Facility, but it was enough to make her wonder what kind of home life ended with all three of them at the Cliff.

Ryan, 16 and the oldest of the Johnson siblings. He was tall and slim with short brown hair. He was in for robbery and the rape of a 10-year-old girl.

Samantha, 14. A petite black girl with long hair and big tits, she was in for arson.

Tammy, the middle Johnson kid, was 15. She had mid-length brown hair and perky breasts, with an apple ass. Like her brothers, she was in for robbery. She was also charged with killing the same 10-year-old girl her brother raped.

Jessica, 17. Puffy brown hair, freckles, and a curvy frame, and charged with public indecency.

Katie, 15. Asian with long black hair and small breasts, she committed robbery.

Tristan, the last kid on her list and the last Johnson sibling, was the youngest of the batch at only thirteen. He was almost Ryan’s twin, slim with brown hair, only he was a few heads shorter. He was also holding hands with Katie

Sabrina wondered if Katie was close to the Johnson kids. Judging by the fact that she had semen dripping down her chin, and the slickness of Tristan’s dick, THEY were at least friendly. Were they actual partners in the same robbery, or did they fall in love during their last truck ride? The files never went into detail, so Sabrina could only guess.

George lined them up feet away from the cliff. A few of them shivered as they looked out over the crashing waves below. Samantha started sobbing. Tammy spat over the edge. Ryan just folded his arms as if trying to say they’d have to do better to scare him. Ryan and Katie tightened their grips, Katie leaned over and kissed Ryan on the cheeks.

Sabrina sighed as the part she hated most came up, looking at the cement slabs stacked beside the lunch table. Each one weighed thirty pounds, with chains and clamps attached. The biggest issue with having an execution facility on an island is there was only so much land to bury the bodies, meaning they had to dump the bodies in the sea. The public kept bitching about bodies washing up on the beach to the dismay of tourists.

“Want me to give you a helping hand with these?” George asked.

“Yeah,” Sabrina grunted as she grabbed one. “Thanks.”

With his help they one in front of each teen.

“Thank you, again,” Sabrina said with a smile.

Moving from left to right, the two began locking the prisoners to their slabs. Clasps went over their necks, biceps, thighs, and ankles. George worked the top and Sabrina worked the bottom.

Sabrina and George cleared out of the line of fire between the gun turret, Sabrina pulled out a remote and pressed a button. The turret swiveled and with a loud bang, blasted a grapefruit-sized hole through the middle of Ryan’s upper back, coming out through his heart. Samantha and Jessica screamed, piss and shit running down their legs before the gun fired. Even Tammy started pissing herself right before the 20mm round replaced her heart with a hole big enough to throw a baseball through.

Katie and Tristan turned to embrace each other in a final kiss. In doing so, the 20mm round went through Katie’s chest, completely obliterating her left boob and burrowing through to the right side of her back. Tristan didn’t let go until he caught a round through the chest and the young lovers slumped over each other.

George and Sabrina spent the next few minutes tossing the dead teens into the sea, their bodies dragged into the murky depths.