wildsouthman
Assistant executioner
In any other country my crime would be petty, with a minor punishment. But my country needed capital punishment as an entertainment for the masses, and a warning to a few. Here I am, in a cell looking out onto a square. I can hear the chatter and excitement of the crowd as the daily execution time approached. I had been part of the crowd many times, in many towns. I have cheered and jeered and laughed at the ending of real human lives. I had not cared what they had done, they may even have been innocent. The only thing that mattered was seeing them die.
My favourite deaths were the beheadings, as large numbers would be executed each time. What a turn on it was to see a line of naked prisoners calmly move a few steps forwards at each drop of the blade until none were left. I had even hired a balcony overlooking a square once. There to the sound and sight of decapitation my girlfriend and I had made love. I can even remember I orgasmed as a head rolled away from the neck of a beautiful 22 year old woman, red fountains of blood following the head to the ground. She was stunning in her nudity, for all deaths were carried out that way. It only added to the enjoyment, seeing breasts and penises bounce as the victims walked, or were dragged out.
Now my time was near. As was the custom I had been whipped in the square the day before, as a prelude to that day’s executions. I could still feel the pain of the whip and the humiliation of it all, exposed in front of the crowd. Led back to my cell I had a clear view of the executions.
Three young men and a woman, all about twenty were led out, hands tied behind them, hiding nothing of their bodies from the eager crowd. Four upright iron posts were already in place. At the base of each was a pile of wood and straw. The victims skin all glistened in the midday sunlight, due to their bodies been covered in a thin layer of oil.
Each was secured to a post, hand tied behind and feet secured by shackles. One of the men was fully erect, for the other two fear had been a shrinker of any erection they may have had after being led out to their place of death. Four executioners walked across the square. Each carried a flaming torch. In turn each pile of wood was lit and soon the flames caught and spread upwards onto the oiled bodies.
The screaming and begging was high pitched and urgent, but with no chance of reprieve. I watched closely as the woman’s pubic hair burnt quickly with a bright yellow flame. The erect man’s penis literally melted in place onto his body. It was still visible as his whole body was engulfed in the flames. One of the other men urinated over the flames engulfing him, perhaps in a vain hope that the fire would go hope. The crowd were cheering wildly. Even worse than the sight was the sweet smell of burning human flesh that drifted across the square and into my cell via the barred window. Even after the screaming ceased the bodies could be seen moving inside the wall of flame surrounding each post.
After about an hour even that stopped and the flames died down and eventually ceased. Left at each post was a smouldering upright lump that had been a human being. Charred beyond recognition it was even difficult to tell the men from the woman. The chains securing the bodies were still too hot to touch as they glowed bright red. The crowd wandered away, satisfied justice was served well that day. As evening came buckets of water were thrown over each post. Steam rose up as the iron rapidly cooled down. The four lumps that had entertained the crowds were unsecured and thrown in a cart and taken away. I witnessed it all and knew I had no hope.
My favourite deaths were the beheadings, as large numbers would be executed each time. What a turn on it was to see a line of naked prisoners calmly move a few steps forwards at each drop of the blade until none were left. I had even hired a balcony overlooking a square once. There to the sound and sight of decapitation my girlfriend and I had made love. I can even remember I orgasmed as a head rolled away from the neck of a beautiful 22 year old woman, red fountains of blood following the head to the ground. She was stunning in her nudity, for all deaths were carried out that way. It only added to the enjoyment, seeing breasts and penises bounce as the victims walked, or were dragged out.
Now my time was near. As was the custom I had been whipped in the square the day before, as a prelude to that day’s executions. I could still feel the pain of the whip and the humiliation of it all, exposed in front of the crowd. Led back to my cell I had a clear view of the executions.
Three young men and a woman, all about twenty were led out, hands tied behind them, hiding nothing of their bodies from the eager crowd. Four upright iron posts were already in place. At the base of each was a pile of wood and straw. The victims skin all glistened in the midday sunlight, due to their bodies been covered in a thin layer of oil.
Each was secured to a post, hand tied behind and feet secured by shackles. One of the men was fully erect, for the other two fear had been a shrinker of any erection they may have had after being led out to their place of death. Four executioners walked across the square. Each carried a flaming torch. In turn each pile of wood was lit and soon the flames caught and spread upwards onto the oiled bodies.
The screaming and begging was high pitched and urgent, but with no chance of reprieve. I watched closely as the woman’s pubic hair burnt quickly with a bright yellow flame. The erect man’s penis literally melted in place onto his body. It was still visible as his whole body was engulfed in the flames. One of the other men urinated over the flames engulfing him, perhaps in a vain hope that the fire would go hope. The crowd were cheering wildly. Even worse than the sight was the sweet smell of burning human flesh that drifted across the square and into my cell via the barred window. Even after the screaming ceased the bodies could be seen moving inside the wall of flame surrounding each post.
After about an hour even that stopped and the flames died down and eventually ceased. Left at each post was a smouldering upright lump that had been a human being. Charred beyond recognition it was even difficult to tell the men from the woman. The chains securing the bodies were still too hot to touch as they glowed bright red. The crowd wandered away, satisfied justice was served well that day. As evening came buckets of water were thrown over each post. Steam rose up as the iron rapidly cooled down. The four lumps that had entertained the crowds were unsecured and thrown in a cart and taken away. I witnessed it all and knew I had no hope.