Indiana

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Each port has its own unique regulations regarding ship girls. Most of these regulations depend on the admiral
's personality. This is essentially an unwritten consensus across the ports. Since the regulations
are determined by the admiral's personality, the severity of punishment largely depends on the admiral's mood.

Because a ship girl's body can be repaired even with only a small part remaining, punishments that
would be not necessarily fatal to them. Therefore, the death penalty and various forms of torture
are often abused to varying degrees in the ports,

especially when the admiral is a psychopath.

In the morning, at the American ship girl cafeteria,

Enterprise casually ate breakfast while glancing at today's port newsletter. In a corner of the third page
, a report occupying a quarter of the page caught her attention.

The headline read, "Indiana was executed yesterday for espionage." Enterprise looked up at
Indiana's usual seat; it was empty.

"What's the Admiral picking a fight with now?" Enterprise skimmed over the minutiae of the report and moved on to the next news item
, knowing that no matter what the news said, it would only be the public face. The real reason
was probably that the Admiral simply didn't like her.

The day before, at the port court.

"Based on the above statements, Indiana is found guilty of espionage and sentenced to death immediately."

However, Indiana, sitting in the dock, didn't care, nor
did the ship girls acting as bailiffs. This was commonplace in the port, and the charges were mostly arbitrary. The real
reason was simple:

the Admiral wanted to see blood.

Ten minutes later, in the execution chamber.

Indiana was dragged into the execution chamber by two bailiffs, her original clothes already changed. She was left only
in a white death row uniform, revealing two visibly prominent nipples. Inside the execution chamber,
besides various instruments of torture, was only the Admiral, wearing a black executioner's hood.

The iron gate was slammed shut by the bailiffs, leaving only the admiral and Indiana in the room. The crackling of
electrical wires and several cameras operating with no blind spots filled the room.

"Indiana, you now have the opportunity to appeal and the right to defend yourself, but the execution
will still proceed as scheduled. Do you wish to appeal?" The admiral's voice wasn't loud, but just loud enough for Indiana to hear.

"Anyway, admiral, you're just looking for an excuse. I'm giving up my appeal." Indiana licked his lips, narrowed
his eyes, and gave a seductive look. However, the admiral seemed unmoved by Indiana's allure; the proceedings
continued.

In the center of the execution chamber was a high platform, usually containing the instruments of torture needed for the day
. At this moment, however, only a chopping board and a pillar stood on the platform.
Indiana was practically dragged onto the platform by the admiral, his handcuffs and shackles clanging faintly
in the silent room.

Indiana was led by the admiral to stand before the execution post. The heavy handcuffs on her hands were removed, and she was roughly pressed against the post
so her back was pressed against it. The admiral simultaneously bent Indiana's arms behind her back, folding them together in the most
comfortable position, and then restrained her wrists with handcuffs lined with soft fur.

Once this was done, the admiral hooked Indiana's chin with his fingers and secured a thick strangulation strap
around her neck.

"Looks like it's hanging today." Indiana didn't seem to care about her current situation, instead continuing
to look at the admiral with seductive eyes. "So, do you want to have sex with me while you're being hanged? Or do you
plan to do something with my corpse? Come on, I have no objection."

"Miss Indiana, you can now choose to be executed clothed or naked."
The admiral tried his best to suppress his lust and speak in a calm tone. But
Indiana seemed to have seen through the admiral's thoughts and didn't give him any breathing room.

"Naked? I'll be stripped naked by you anyway, right? Might as well let the Admiral get started sooner,
really~"

With a tearing sound, the only piece of clothing Indiana wore, the prison uniform, was ripped to shreds by the Admiral.
His full breasts trembled slightly in the air, and his nipples stood erect, a
captivating pink.

The Admiral's lower body had already created a very obvious tent, and his shirt was casually tossed
aside. He seemed ready to mount him, but when his eyes swept over
Indiana 's abdomen, a strange tattoo caught his eye.

"Hmm? What's this?" The Admiral's voice remained calm, but Indiana could
feel his breathing becoming heavy. Generally, this was a sign that the Admiral
couldn't hold back any longer, and in Indiana's eyes, who had shared countless nights of passion with the Admiral, it was an utterly obvious indication.

"Oh, that's the Halloween decoration from last week, I think it's called something like 'sex symbol.' Anyway, since you
're going to , you might as well comfort me." Indiana's language became even more explicit, her pubic hair
already matted together with her own fluids.

But the Admiral stopped what he was doing and whispered in Indiana's ear,

"I'll comfort you, but not now."

"That's..." Before
Indiana silencing her.

The hinged door beneath her feet suddenly dropped, pressing all of Indiana's weight onto the belt, preventing her from
falling. An unbearable pain and pressure shot through her neck, making it impossible for her to breathe.

Driven by an uncontrollable survival instinct, Indiana began to struggle unconsciously against the handcuffs and belt,
trying to find a foothold, but it seemed to be of no use.

However, she quickly realized this was not ladylike behavior. Indiana exerted great effort,
forcing herself to hang quietly on the gallows with trained elegance.

She slightly adjusted her posture to lessen the pain and to make her
mind clear that ultimately, she was to be hanged!

In the execution chamber, her beautiful body would writhe and struggle on the gallows, enduring humiliation and torture.
A strange pleasure welled up within Anna as she thought about this, as if it were the best
compliment .

Indiana half-closed her eyes, able to hear the admiral's heavy breathing near her ear, which filled her
with immense pride.

Each kick of Indiana's long, beautiful legs, each undulation of her full breasts,
each for the admiral, it was like a powerful aphrodisiac. As his breathing grew heavier, the admiral stopped
turning the belt and walked from behind Indiana to face her.

Despite the excruciating pain of the hanging, Indiana's libido steadily increased. She rubbed
her inner thighs impatiently, trying to stimulate her already wet and sensitive areas.

Whether it was her already swollen vulva, her equally yearning anus, or her oxygen-deprived
brain…

everything made her feel a tingling numbness deep within her most intimate place. Her labia were swelling and
parting, her breasts were swelling and hardening, the nipples erect like stones in the air,
hoping for some soothing comfort.

The admiral roughly lifted her two beautiful legs, and Indiana immediately wrapped them around his waist. Although this
didn't help her find a foothold, Indiana knew the admiral's actions would go far beyond that.

Suddenly, a hot, hard penis slammed into Indiana's parted vulva, almost hitting her
cervix . This immediately drove her into extreme madness. The admiral's penis
pounded rapidly inside her hot, wet vagina, the sounds of flesh colliding and fluids churning audible. This quickly brought her to the most intense
orgasm! Indiana

's body lost control; she writhed wildly, trembling and convulsing in extreme pleasure. This, in turn, hastened her death; she was now completely enveloped by the agony of strangulation and the gushing sexual pleasure. However, the tightening noose inevitably put pressure on Indiana's neck, almost completely . The intense struggle and climax quickly depleted the little oxygen left in Indiana's lungs. On the gallows, her naked body began to convulse and tremble in her final moments. Her hands, bound behind her back to the post, ceased their struggle. Only her slender fingers continued their slight grasping motions. Her two beautiful legs, wrapped around the admiral's waist, were no longer lightly entwined, but tensed with all their might, her toes scratching nervously. But there was nothing but air. "Is the admiral going to hang me like this this time? It seems he's going to use my corpse..." Indiana 's vision was filled with oxygen deprivation, and her consciousness began to blur. Just when she thought this was her last thought, the admiral loosened the belt. A large amount of oxygen rushed into Indiana's lungs, gradually restoring her consciousness. The admiral's penis was also pulled out of Indiana's anus, simultaneously drawing out a thin thread that broke in the air and slowly fell. "Miss Indiana, your execution for espionage is now complete. Next, you will be executed for debauchery." The admiral roughly unlocked Indiana's handcuffs. Still recovering from her orgasm, Indiana's legs went weak, and she knelt directly on the ground, her long neck and head resting on the newly raised anvil. The gallows behind her slowly descended with the hum of the machinery, concealed by the hinged door. To limit her struggles after being beheaded, the admiral used several black hemp ropes to bind Indiana 's wrists, ankles, and knees, securing her firmly. Indiana deliberately spread her kneeling legs slightly apart, a few centimeters apart, exposing her peach-like buttocks, pink vulva, and tight anus to the air. Gradually regaining her senses, Indiana opened her mouth like a harlot, her sexy tongue licking , her captivating eyes sending a surge of heat through the admiral's heart. "Miss Indiana, you are about to be executed. Do you need some comforting?" the admiral asked, still only as a formality , but the answer was yes. "Hurry up, you're already soaking wet, why are you asking? Really." Before he finished speaking, Indiana's upper body was roughly pulled up, the admiral hugged her from behind, and kissed her luscious lips fiercely, his large hands kneading her breasts and clitoris with abandon. After the passionate kiss, the admiral's penis was already erect, and Indiana obediently lay down, like a female dog on the chopping board, taking the admiral's penis into her mouth. Her round buttocks swayed, and her two alluring legs were spread open. Indiana's body trembled, and a fluid gushed from her lower body, droplets sliding down her inner thighs to the ground. After enjoying Indiana's service, the admiral moved behind her, and after thrusting , he aimed at her open vulva and plunged it in. For half an hour, she frantically engaged the admiral in intercourse, her body covered in specks of filth, her skin turning a rosy red. When the admiral withdrew his penis from Indiana's vagina, her final moment was approaching. Having just experienced an orgasm, Indiana, her hands bound behind her back and legs spread wide, lay prone on the ground, semen still lingering at the corner of her mouth. Her beautiful face was flushed with an alluring blush, and between her parted legs, her pubic hair was smeared with filth. A mixture of vaginal fluid and semen flowed continuously from her plump vagina, forming an enticing, lascivious silver line beneath her. The admiral, axe in hand, paced around her, as if searching for the perfect position. Instinctive fear made Indiana tremble, a long-dormant restlessness brewing within her. She could almost see her headless body convulsing in the execution chamber. "Can you hurry up!" "Wait until I count to ten!" "One, two, three..." At that moment, Indiana felt as if an eternity had passed. As the last number approached , she felt herself on the verge of exploding. The axe fell like lightning, severing her delicate neck without resistance. Her beautiful head rolled to the ground, blood gushing from her severed neck. Her headless body reflexively stiffened, trembling uncontrollably. Her two full breasts quivered, their alluring crimson color particularly tempting, and a gush of love fluid spurted between her parted legs. Indiana was naked...

Her naked body arched instantly, her snow-white flesh trembling as if electrocuted.

Several ropes binding her body were taut; if she weren't bound, the admiral might have suspected her
body would have rolled away on instinct.

Indiana's headless body sat up, hissing as it sprayed a torrent of hot blood into the air, then
slumped onto her ankles, swaying up and down like a fountain of blood.

As the blood sprayed out, Indiana's headless body trembled violently, then collapsed forward,
slumping helplessly onto the guillotine floor, the severed neck still pressed against the chopping block, bubbling with
blood. Her beautiful legs struggled incessantly, her alluring breasts trembling with
each . Indiana's body arched and slumped, streams of fluid gushing from her genitals.

The admiral bent down, picked up Indiana's head from the floor, and grabbed her golden braid, lifting it
up . Indiana's severed head still had wide-open eyes, but her beautiful golden pupils had turned completely white, her
pink lips had turned pale purple, and several streaks of blood were smeared on her delicate white chin. Blood was still
dripping from her severed neck below her head onto the ground.

At this moment, Indiana's mind had not yet lost consciousness, but her nerves had been so severely impacted
that she had lost most of her sense of touch. She only felt a slight pain at the severed neck, but mostly numbness...

The admiral turned the severed head towards the wooden anvil, which allowed Indiana to see her headless corpse lying in a pool of blood behind
the anvil .

Because she was still in the prone position after being decapitated, Indiana's lovely body had her beautiful buttocks raised high, and her beautiful
legs and delicate feet looked charming and sexy.

Since ship girls do not lose consciousness immediately after being decapitated, the admiral could still
do some things during this time.

Indiana's severed head was placed so close to her private parts that she could almost
lick it with . She could even feel the warmth of the fluid welling up in her vestibule on her cheek.

Indiana instinctively extended her pink tongue, touching her sensitive area.

Her tongue began to move up and down, indicating her vestibule was still quite sensitive.

But then, the admiral spoke.

"Miss Indiana, how about we try something new?" he said, not waiting for
her reply, and began his actions.

She then realized he intended to insert it through the severed opening in her neck!

The penis pierced her throat and entered her mouth, pressing against her teeth. This novel experience excited
Indiana , and she immediately began licking the penis with her tongue, occasionally stimulating
the admiral's glans with the tip.

The thick penis moved violently, like thrusting into a vagina. Indiana felt that if the remaining part of
her throat was her vagina, then her mouth was her uterus.

"This is really interesting..." she thought, continuing to vigorously stimulate the admiral's penis with her tongue.
She used the remaining muscles of her throat to mimic the muscles of a vagina, while her tongue, more
flexible , not only licked the penis but also stimulated the glans with its tip. Soon, she felt the pulsation. At this moment
, Indiana suddenly opened her tightly closed lips.

A white, cloudy liquid shot from her mouth, spraying directly onto her vulva, mixing with the existing fluid.

"Is this it..." Indiana's consciousness gradually blurred, plunging into a brief darkness.

When the admiral tried to lift the still-prostrate headless corpse, he discovered that the decapitation anvil was pressed against her
severed neck, preventing the rapid flow of blood. To avoid further complications caused by
Indiana's body, the admiral decided to drain the girl's blood before exposing the corpse.

After much fuss, Indiana's body was finally tied up by her small ankles and hung upside down.
Indiana's two slender arms stretched freely at her sides, her ten delicate fingers gently
touching the rough floor.

Between her arms, the remaining blood from the severed neck continued to drip, forming a small puddle of blood beneath her headless
body .

After about 20 minutes, the admiral lowered the headless corpse, which had been drained of blood. He untied the rope binding
Indiana's numb ankles and laid her headless body on the ground.

Because the axe had struck Indiana above her neck, near her head, most of her severed
neck remained above her shoulders.

The admiral selected a three-centimeter diameter piercing rod, inserted it into Indiana's tight anus, piercing
the body, and protruding from the severed esophagus. Then, the admiral lifted Indiana's body, inserted
the lower end of the piercing rod into a pre-drilled groove in the stainless steel base, and lifted her legs backward, allowing the naked corpse to slowly slide down under
its own weight.

Finally, the admiral positioned Indiana in a kneeling position with her legs together. Indiana's hands were handcuffed
behind her back, the pose finalized. The admiral stepped back a few paces, admiring his handiwork.

Indiana knelt quietly on the disc-shaped base like a lady, legs together, soles of her feet facing upwards,
crossed, her buttocks resting on her heels.

Her upper body was ramrod straight, her breasts proudly erect.

Her hands were handcuffed behind her back with stainless steel cuffs, her ten slender fingers naturally clenched.

The admiral pulled Indiana's head from his penis and forcefully inserted it into the tip of the piercing rod until he felt
something blocking it—the piercing rod had reached the base of the skull. Pushing it further into the cranial cavity, causing brain matter
to flow out through the nostrils and corners of the mouth, would be troublesome, so he stopped there.

Indiana's face was serene, her eyes lowered, her long eyelashes intertwined, and her lips slightly
parted, revealing a glimpse of pearly white teeth—this was because gravity prevented her lips from closing
completely .

The admiral pinched Indiana's cheek and whispered, "You died much more gracefully this time than last time, Miss
Indiana ." Then, without a backward glance, he turned and left. As the iron door of the execution chamber slammed shut,
silence fell once more.

The next day.

In the admiral's office, in front of the execution notice board, Indiana's ponytail was impaled on a spike.

A sexy corpse was impaled on a gleaming metal rod, her snow-white breasts, her alluring waist, and her rounded...
Her shapely buttocks paired with those alluring thighs, and…

Indiana's seductive eyes remained lazily half-open; of course, she couldn't see anything right now
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