It wasn't more than a couple years before my work as an executioner specializing in home terminations was noticed by the upper echelons of the military. Apparently a lot of men were having psychological problems with orders to kill entire families with criminal genes, as the government was now pressing forward with great speed to improve the population and make sure only worthy people were fed from the minimal food supply. So on bright day in July I was called to a stark gray building in the governor's palace compound and found myself faced with a new opportunity.

Apparently the volume of executions was getting too big to handle, as well as the fact that people were rebelling against the practice and parading around prisons where the disappeared families were sent. Police vans raiding homes for those that would not submit to a home termination were barraged with stones and makeshift bombs.

So the plan for me, if I was to accept it, was to work on a sort of 'holiday island' where families would be sent with the promise of a month in a sunny paradise while their cases were being considered. In fact, as it was made clear to me, the only paradise experience was on the part of ruling party members and carefully-selected wealthy patrons of the party who would be enjoying the 'subjects' as sex slaves during their stay on the island. Killings would take place every time more space was needed, or sometimes before if guests were over violent during their encounters with their rented sex slaves. Killings were generally hidden from guests, and when it happened in a bedroom of the hotel, a clean-up crew would be sent to discreetly dispose of the bodies. Generally, subjects were kept alive as long as they were bringing in money and there was space for them.

As staff members had completely unlimited control over the use of subjects for their own personal pleasure in their own time, I had no problem with signing up for a three year contract.

Soon afterwards, I found myself on a military transport plane heading out over the sea. Several of us in uniform were sitting in the executive cabin, while the subjects going to spend their last few days on the island were in an economy section. Part way through the flight I took a stroll back into economy section and looked the prisoners up and down. There were no men of fighting age – presumably they had all been killed during fighting with government soldiers. All were dressed in standard prison-issue shorts and T-shirts revealing a lot of young female thigh flesh to please my eye. Most of the mothers were in their thirties, it seemed, some sexier than others but all looking pretty well-endowed and certainly would be popular with the men. Daughters and sons were mostly teen or pre-teens, although there were some younger.

There were about 150 prisoners, and we watched them getting off the plane when we arrived at the island, and being shepherded into a gymnasium. They were surrounded by men with automatic weapons and some looked startled by the scary look of the whole thing. The man who had interviewed me back home was standing on a dais and speakers were set up top address the crowd.

“Welcome to Paradise Island,” he said. “I am the governor and the man who is now in control of your fate. Before we show you to your accommodation, there are a few things we have to do...

“First of all, you must all strip naked. Remove all your clothing.”

There were cries of surprise from the crowd.

“I'm not getting undressed in front of boys,” cried out one teen girl.

“The penalty for disobedience is death, young lady. If you don't take off your clothes immediately you will be shot on the spot.”

Two of the staff started moving towards her.

“Fuck you, asshole,” said the girl.

The governor nodded to the men. Both raised their guns and pointed at the girl.

“Get down on your knees,” one said.

“Fuck you,” said the girl.

The air was filled with the sound of gunshots as both men pumped bullets into her chest, and smoke filled the air around her. She fell backwards and crashed onto the ground, the last spurts of blood oozing out of the bullet holes in her chest.

Quickly, everybody else started ripping off their clothes, anxious to not feel hot lead in their bodies. Some of the boys obviously had not ever seen a girl naked before and were standing with their cocks at attention as if they were ready to poke a girl with them.

The governor went over to two such boys.

“Strip her naked,” he said.

As they obeyed him, staring first at the girl's breasts and then at the moist crack between her legs, the governor said “OK boys, bow fuck her good and hard.”

As the boys started to get off inside the girl's naked body, the rest of the crowd turned to the governor as he spoke again.

“Now you can see we are serious. Your stay on this island can be long or it can be short, only you can decide. If you disobey staff, you can be shot on the spot.

“Now you will all go into the medical building and be thoroughly checked. The people lined up nervously at the door of the building.

Then the governor came over and welcomed me. He told me that one of my first duties would be to guard the back of the medical building. There are usually a few that don't pass the medical, and they have to be executed out the back, where there is a pit for them to fall into. That would be my first job. If anyone in a family was diseased, the whole family would have to be shot.

It took about fifteen minutes, but eventually a mother, two daughters and a son were pushed out the back door of the medical building. As I was to soon learn, the practice was that if they failed the medical, they would be injected with a weak sedative to make them groggy, hands bound and blindfolded, and pushed out the back by medical staff. Then it was my job to shoot them and push them into the pit. They probably didn't know they were going to die. I had been told to push them towards the pit with a bayonet on my rifle to avoid touching them. I shot the mother in the back first, then the son. As they fell into the pit the two girls turned and faced me as if they wanted to see me but couldn't. I had a few seconds to look them up and down, nice young flesh that gave me a hard on as I looked at them, not an ounce of fat and sweet pink hairless pussies that I would much rather have shoved my cock into that filled the girls with bullets, but that was my job and my finger did its duty and soon round holes appeared in both girls' chests without me thinking much about it.