Name: Elliot
Age: 18
Sex: M
Description: See image. Young male prostitute, gentle personality.
Crime: Framed for the murder of another male prostitute.
Scenario: Up to the author.



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They dragged her over to the pole, her hands and feet tied together, her shapely body naked and exposed to the watching eyes of the company's new executives. Rough hands pawed her soft flesh as ropes were strung around her body and the pole.

Lusamine grimaced as the guards locked the collar around her neck. One of the men looked up at the woman and flashed a grin.

"Hey babe, don't worry! This thing is packed with plastic explosive shaped towards your head. When it goes off, you won't feel a thing."

He finished off his sentence by punching a button on the side of the collar. There was an electronic beep, and a synthesized female voice started counting down.

"50, 49, 48, 47…"

Lusamine thought she had accepted her impending death, but the count down injected fresh fear into her. As the man hurriedly withdrew behind a blast shield, the attractive blonde squirmed, her curvy hips and ass rubbing against the pole she was restrained against.

"34, 33, 32, 31, 30…"

Lusamine looked up, and saw her daughter staring, the young teens eyes wide in horror. Lillie had escaped being sentenced due to her age, but the company had forced her to come to her mothers execution. Those bastards, Lusamine thought venomously.

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6…"

The older woman felt her heart pound against her ribcage as the countdown neared zero.

"Oh fuck oh fuck ooooh fuuuuu-"

Her final screams of terror were cut off as the collar detonated. Lusamine's pretty face distorted for a split second as the shockwave spread upward, then disappeared as the fireball instantly engulfed it.

Lillie collapsed to the ground, sobbing. One of the company men grabbed her arm and yanked her up, forcing her to look at her mother.

The body had no head, just a charred stump where her neck used to be. Lusamine's corpse was remarkably intact aside from that, and as the guards came to undo the restraints, some of them could not help but grope Lusamine's soft, saggy breasts, still imbued with residual body heat.