Execution (part one)
A prisoner makes an unusual request for his coming execution
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Execution
By: Ainoko Ironrose
Part One:
Ainoko:
"...Are henceforth sentenced to death by beheading for crimes against the King and your Master. Your crimes are many including..."
The executioner said as he began reading off the list of my crimes both real and imagined. To say that I was frightened was a gross understatement, I was beyond scared, and I was terrified. I knew that within the next two hours, I would be meeting the gods for my final judgement, and it was something that I was not ready for. I looked around at the assembled crowd, wishing that they didn't have to be present, but knowing that they had no choice either. I stood there stoically; wondering what would their reactions be when they hear my final request. I knew that it was out of the norm, but at this point, I didn't care, I wanted something that my fellow slaves and the citizens of this oppressed town would remember and talk about for a long time.
My executioner, Berserker, was the first to hear my last request. I decided to talk to the Hyon shortly after hearing my sentence three weeks ago once I knew what I wanted. He was very surprised at my request, and told me that he would have to consult with my Master and the King as they were the ones that I harmed from the crimes I committed. I was equally surprised to see Berserker the next evening at my cell to tell me that my request will be granted with the condition that I 'confess' to the crimes that I was convicted of and a few others that were not solved. After that, I was locked into a secluded cell that was extremely bare, meant to deprive me of any kind of stimulation save for the sparse light from the minuscule window on the far wall, and the constant dripping of liquid.
Before I was put in the cell, I was stripped of all clothing and chained mid-air by my arms and legs. Then a tube was put in my muzzle before it was tied shut to keep me from spitting it out. They knew that I was not going to fight them over this but they told me that it had to be this way if either my former Master or the King were to show up to see that I was properly restrained. Once done, the tube in my muzzle began to release a slow but steady drip of a heavily flavored liquid, not so fast to make me choke on it, but slow enough so that I could breathe easily. I knew what this was for; it was to keep me from making a nasty mess once my head was removed from my body.
During the time I was in the cell, I prayed to the gods to give me the courage to face my death like a man and not like a cowed and mistreated cur on the streets. I prayed daily for their forgiveness and for a favorable judgement for the afterlife. The only way that I was able to tell the passage of time was when the guards came every four hours to walk me through the prison blindfolded. Even though I couldn't see where I was led, I knew from the catcalls from those confined to their cells that they liked what they saw. I blushed furiously everytime a prisoner made the offhand remark about it is a crime that such a prize piece of tender meat was going to waste on the guillotine. There was one day that I heard one prisoner cry out in pain after he managed to reach out and stroked my naked and exposed cock, before an unknown guard flicked my erection very painfully, causing it to quickly go limp.
Two days before my date with the guillotine and death, my executioner came in to my cell and removed the feeding tube that was in my muzzle. He told me that my body needed time to purge what they were feeding me. He then had the guards remove me from my restraints before moving me to the last place I would sleep in. When we got there, I almost started to cry in utter frustration, I was put into a cage that was in the center of the prison's bath house. I was surrounded by men, nothing but men! The guards made it difficult for me to violate the agreement that was made, by chaining my paws over my head and my feet spread apart with a bar and my tail tied to the collar around my neck, so that I could not even get some relief (It was if they actually thought that I would even sully my honor like that). All I could do was watch as my fellow prisoners enjoy each other for the next two days as I came close to losing my sanity a few times. By the time the day of my execution came, I was already broken to the point that I was ready to kill myself, I would have done that deed if it wasn't for me being bound the way I was.
When the day finally came, I was taken from my cage and thoroughly cleaned from head to toe, inside and out. Once finished, I was once again shackled and led out to the caged cart for my ride to the guillotine. I sat down in the middle of the cage, staring out the back in reflection of what was still to come, and began crying silent, invisible tears. I cried this way for the long ride to my final appointment, not because I was ashamed, but because I did not want those were going to watch my beheading see a pathetic, broken man.
In what seemed like eternity, I arrived at the guillotine, just in time to see them testing the machine. I watched as they raised the blade before setting a log that was about the size of a person's neck on the block before dropping the blade. I winced inside each time I saw the blade drop the five feet as its razor thin edge cleanly sliced the log in two. I looked around to see the other condemned prisoners who were sentenced to the same fate as me, they were shaking in fright and begging for a reprieve to live another day. I knew that soon they would be on the guillotine, hood over their heads, waiting for the executioner to pull the lever and drop the blade, and severing their head. Over the course of the next two hours, I watch the other ten condemned get their crimes and sentence read out to the spectators before losing their heads to the guillotine.
Then it was my turn...
So now I wait here, paws shackled behind my back, my ears flat against my head in fright, my mouth dry as a bone, and shiver in fright watching others clean up the guillotine for my coming execution.
"Ainoko Ironrose, you have pleaded guilty to the crimes mentioned in the decree and stand here to face your punishment. But before we proceed with your beheading, I understand that you have made a last request, and as your executioner, I will be the one to make that request happen." My executioner said as he continued reading from the document in front of him. "In accordance with the laws laid down by our King and his advisors, your request is granted. Your request to be publicly used by your executioner, the popular Berserker, as your fellow citizens and slaves watch is granted, you have also asked to be able to watch the blade as it drops severing your head is also granted. The only reason that your last requests have been granted is that you have taken responsibility for your actions and have expressed deep regret for then as well. When you cross over to the other side after your beheading, may the Gods and Demons have mercy on your soul."
At that Berserker, rolled up the scroll and gave it to one of the guards by my side. He then looked into my eyes as a look of sadness seemed to cloud them. He then reached out and pulled me into his embrace to give me a hug, while he was hugging me, he whispered that it was a shame that he had to be the one to pull the cord that would permanently remove my head from my body. I had no idea what he had meant by that and could say nothing to him either way to make it easier for him to do what I had requested of him.
When he finally pulled away from our embrace, what happened next made my final minutes in the living world extremely painful. Berserker then bent down and gave me a passionate kiss, and when he did, time came to a sudden and painful stop. Everything around us exploded into an infinite array of white light and rainbows as my body just melted into his waiting arms. In my entire life before that day, every man or woman that I have been with or loved, I have never had a reaction to a kiss like this. At that moment I knew that I had made the greatest mistake in my life and that I deserved what was soon to come. When Berserker kissed me, I learned that he was my soulmate, the one that would fill the void that I had felt my entire life. His void was the reason that I committed the crimes that have put me in the position that I am in now. I began to cry, tears streaming down my face as the realization that I threw away my happiness. I saw that if I had been a good slave, Berserker would have eventually bought me for his own, to be used for the purpose that I meant to be used, as a toy. As we broke the kiss, I whispered tearfully into his ear that we need to get this over with. I also asked for him to do something for me after I was gone, which he agreed to, something that I now regret.
I could hear an excited rumble from the crowd as they realized that my execution was not going to be like the rest. I didn't resist as my guards forced me onto my knees as I watched Berserker undo the rope that was tied around his waist and remove his leather pants. He then walked over to me and stopped in front of my kneeling body. My guards didn't have to prod me any as instinct took over and I began to work on his cock and balls. As I was sucking on him, I looked into his eyes pleading to have my paws unshackled so that I can give him the proper treatment, not to mention that even though I have accepted what was to come, I still wanted my final meal to consist of his juices. Berserker understood what I silently asked knowing that I was not going to make any attempt at escaping and freed my paws. Once they were free, I began kneading his large, low hung sac with one paw as I used the other to stroke his cock as I sucked on it. I whimpered in pain as I felt my cock push out of its sheath, throbbing in time with my strokes on his cock. I very much wanted to stroke it but I refrained from doing so as I wanted my release to be released at the right moment. I have no idea as to how long I was sucking on the Hyon's cock, but I was enjoying the salty taste of his precum when I felt the cock begin twitching and his balls pull up right as he came into my muzzle. I began purring for the first time in a long while from the pleasure I was experiencing right there from swallowing spurt after spurt of his sweet, salty cum. Soon he pulled his cock from my muzzle before making me stand up and leading me to the guillotine and laying me down on a special bench made for the occasion.
Once he laid me down on the bench, he shackled my paws under the bench and behind my back, my feet to the legs and pulled my tail down into a brace that was attached to my paws. He then, unlatched a part of the bench and opened it up, spreading my legs painfully apart, before he started to knead my balls while holding my cock in his paw. I squirmed and whimpered in frustration as I bucked trying to get my cock stroked instead of just him holding it. It was then that I discovered that he was extremely good at denying me my release. Everytime I came close to cumming, he would pull away, and flick the head of my cock, making me cry out every time. By the time he was done sucking on my cock, he began to nibble and chew on my balls. By all that's holy and just, he had me spurting precum like never before while he paid close attention to my balls, even giving my tailhole the occasional lick with his coarse and rough tongue. He knew from each time he licked my hole, that it was hungry for what was to come. My hole was hurting from being ignored and making no bones letting me know about it.
I could hear the crowd cheer everytime he flicked my cock or bite down on my balls making me cry out in either pain or frustration. I was in bliss not wanting this to stop, but I knew deep down inside that this was soon to end and that my final act was about to begin, and I couldn't wait.
Berserker:
Irya, Eisai 5
I heard the news that in less than three weeks I would be performing another one of my public executions, but I was also informed that instead of my usual hangings, arrows through the hearts, or impalements, I would be beheading about a dozen prisoners. 'Other than the executions falling on the Kings birthday, there must be someone that committed a high crime to deserve that fate.' I thought to myself as I reread the decree a couple of more times looking over the names of those being beheaded. Other than the usual crimes for this kind of execution, murder, rape, and molesting children, I saw that one crime that caught me by surprise, molesting slaves, to my knowledge, no one was ever punished for that crime, until now that is. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my office door, followed by one of my slaves.
"Yes boy," I said, "What reason do you feel important enough to disturb me in my office? Mind you, if this not important, you will find yourself dancing on the gallows with the next round of prisoners."
"M-M-master, it is one of the guards from the prison death house." He said, as the scent of his fear lightly permeated the room, "Vijson wants you to know that one of the newest condemned prisoners wishes for an audience with his executioner."
That quickly caught my attention, now I wanted to know what the condemned one wanted to speak to me about. "Boy, tell Vijson to bring the prisoner here to my office within the half hour." I said quietly, "Tell him that is he injures the prisoner in any way, his life will be at my mercy. NOW GO!"
My slave was gone before my order finished crossing my lips. I knew that Vijson would never harm the prisoner, not to mention that no prisoner ever requested an audience with me. My guards made it clear to the condemned that their pleas for mercy would fall on deaf ears and that would also hasten their execution. I was eager to hear what this prisoner had to say, as it seemed he managed to convince Vijson that it was for something other than begging me for mercy.
Not even 45 minutes later, my slave returned and announced that Vijson and the condemned prisoner had arrived and was waiting just outside my office. I motioned for him to let enter before turning towards the door. Shortly, the door opened and Vijson entered, the prisoner trailing right behind him. It was all that I could do to keep from gasping in shock and surprise at the sight of the prisoner! He was a slave, and a beautiful one at that! He stood about six to eight inches shorter than me (I figured about 7 foot tall); his fur was a silky black with dark red spots, grey fur that went from his chest down to below his sheath. He had grey hair that was the same shade as the fur on his chest that hung down to his shoulder blades. His golden eyes (a bright blue slash wove from his upper left side of his face down to the inside of his nose) were framed by a pair of bright pink braids that accented his wolfen features, though I could swear that he was part feline. Looking at my decree again, I noticed that his name was not on the paper, just the condemned.
"Ok condemned," I said in a neutral voice, "Before I let you continue with your 'visit' with me, I need to know one thing, what is your name?"
"Sire, my name is Ainoko." He said in a strong yet quiet voice as he looked me square in my eyes.
"Well Ainoko, I was told that you wanted to have an audience with me. Well here I am, speak."
"I see that Sire." He said "I know that I am to be beheaded in about three weeks and I would like to make my final request to you, my executioner."
I was taken aback at his statement, no prisoner during my time as executioner, has ever petitioned me for a last request, ever. "Go on Ainoko," I said "Please tell me what your final request is, you have my attention."
"Sire," He said nervously as he licked his lips, laying his ears flat against his skull, "I know that I will die at your paws on the Kings birthday, and I accept that. Just to let you know, what I am requesting is something out of the ordinary. Sire, my final request is that you use me on the guillotine as the citizens and slaves watch on. I want to watch the guillotine blade drop, severing my head as both of us have our release.
"Sire, I won't lie and say that I am not scared, I am terrified, I really do not wish to die in terror, and I wish to die with a smile on my muzzle. I won't claim that I am innocent of the crimes I committed, because I am not, I AM guilty of killing both slaves and their trainers. I deserve to die."
As I listened to the young man, I was hearing alarms going off in my head, something about this wasn't sounding right, and I needed to know what it was. "Ainoko, if it was completely up to me, I would grant you your request, however, I will have to consult with both the King and your former Master first, as they were the ones who want you beheaded. I will have Vijson return you to back to the prison, and put you in a solitary cell away from the rest of your fellow prisoners. I will go speak on your behalf to the King and your Maser today if possible, and will let you know after I have talked to them. I cannot guarantee that they will agree to your request, but you have my promise and my word that I will tell you what they said. Until then Ainoko, rest well."
I grinned as I saw a spark of hope cross his eyes as he was led back through the door and to the prison to await my word. After I sent one of my slaves to request a private audience with both the King and his former Master, I began to look into Ainoko's crimes. What I learned was surprising, he was not guilty of killing fellow slaves and their trainers; he was guilty of killing those who worked in the slave markets, most notably those responsible for him being sold into slavery. I can't believe he lied to me like that! He was the first person ever to get away with lying to me outright, and that made me wonder even more that there was more to this than what I was seeing.
Teiya, Eisai 6
I talked to the King and Ainoko's former Master about his request and was surprised that they were ok with granting his last request. I was about to leave the meeting when the King said that Ainoko would have to agree to 'confess' to some unsolved crimes as well. I agreed to this on the prisoner's behalf and told the King that I will begin preparing the prisoner once I informed him of this decision.
A short time later, I was in my office, drawing up the charges that Ainoko 'confessed' to. After that, I went over to the prison to inform him of the decision.
When I entered his cell, I saw his ears perk up in surprise and hope.
"Ainoko," I said, "Your final request has been granted, however, you must confess not just to the crimes you committed, but to a few others as well."
He looked up at me surprised that not just that his request was granted, but at having to agree to a few other crimes as well. "Sire," He said after thinking about what I told him, "I have said that I am guilty of the crimes I committed, and if the King feels it better to have me 'confess' to a few others, then I will. I have no choice at this point, do I?"
"I guess not, but that is no longer your concern. Now that your request has been granted, we have to get you ready for your show." I said to him as I motioned for a pair of guards to come into the cell. "The next few days will be torture for you as we prepare for your beheading."
I shackled Ainoko's paws behind his back, before letting the guards take him by his arms out of his cell and down to the lowers level. Once we were down there, I led them to the furthermost cell that the condemned were confined in until their executions. The cell that I was putting him in was meant to deprive him of most stimulation, sight (although I was going to have a hood pulled over his head), touch, most sound, and scent as well, it was also dark, dank, musty save for water dripping from a hole in the far corner. When we entered his cell, the guards unshackled his paws and chained them to cuffs that were hanging from the ceiling after stripping him of all clothing, before cuffing his feet to chains on the floor. Once they were done securing him, I tightened the chains to the point that Ainoko was suspended off the floor. I then shackled his tail to his collar, making sure that he could not move it in any way; I then pushed a tube into his muzzle before binding it so that he couldn't spit the tube out. "This is to supply you with a special food that will nourish you as well as cleaning you out." I said while continuing with his preparations. "This is to prevent you from making a mess once you are beheaded." I then placed a hood on his head depriving him of most sounds and scents. Once I was satisfied that everything was in order, I did reach over and gave his cock and balls a good hard squeeze as I attatched a tight ring around them eliciting a whimper from him.
"Here is something to think about until your date with death." I said as I left the cell. Once out of the cell, I turned towards the guards, telling them that he is not to hang there for longer than four hours to six hours. He is to be paraded around the prison everytime he is taken down for a little exercise as I don't want a weak prisoner on the guillotine, more so for the upcoming show. I also made it clear that if anyone, prisoner, or guard were to touch this one in way, that person would be losing a paw right then and there.
During the next three weeks, I occasionally visited Ainoko's cell to make sure that everything was progressing smoothly, as well as taking part in walking him around the prison grounds. On the third day of his walks, one of the newer prisoners made a comment about us wasting such a fine piece of meat before reaching out and grabbing his cock. That was the last mistake the prisoner made as I immediately snatched a blade from a guard before neatly cutting the prisoner's paw off. As soon as that happened, every prisoner in the area backed away, crying for more. I ordered one of the guards to take the now one pawed prisoner to the infirmary to get his arm cauterized and the offending paw fed to the prisoner for his dinner. When I got Ainoko back into his cell and into the restraints, I couldn't help but notice that he was fully erect and dripping copious amounts of pre. I grinned to myself as I left the cell knowing that the treatment he is getting was working the way it was supposed to.
Nasya, Eisai 27
It is time to remove Ainoko from his current cell into one of my own design. I arrived at the cell with two of my most trusted guards to move him to his new cell for the next two days. The guards and I entered the cell and began to remove the restraints from Ainoko.
"Ainoko," I said once he was free of the restraints, "I am moving you to a new cell so that your body can purge what we have been feeding you."
He was then marched over to the prison bath-house and placed into a cage that I had designed just for him. I stood and watched as the guards locked a spreader bar between his legs, tying his paws together over his head and his tail getting shackled to his collar once again. Once I knew that he was properly restrained in the cage, I signaled for the guards to let the prisoners in.
I grinned as I saw the look of despair cross his face as the male prisoners entered and began to clean and pleasure themselves and each other.
Dihya, Eisai 29
Today was interesting to say the least. We had 11 beheadings including Ainoko, six hangings, one to be burned at the stake, and three to be shot through their hearts with arrows. The King decided to make today's executions a festival with the beheadings capping the celebrations.
I personally went and did Ainoko's final preparations for his beheading. I made sure that he was cleaned; his fur was properly brushed and groomed before loading him into one of the carts that are used to carry the condemned to the execution sites. I then went to get ready for the days executions and show myself, I chose something to wear that would not be a burden to remove for Ainoko's final performance.
The day went by fairly fast as I watched those I was training perform their first executions, taking notes on their mistakes and techniques. Soon it was time for the beheadings and my role in the process. I made sure that the guillotine was properly set up and tested. I never test the guillotine's blade with fruit as some of my fellow executioners do, but with logs that are about as thick as the necks of those getting beheaded. I had two blades for today; the second was to be used only for Ainoko as I wanted his beheading to be quick and clean.
In no time I was reading out the decree that there was to be 11 beheadings today, naming those who were to be beheaded. I was amused at the ones proceeding Ainoko for pleading to be given a second chance to be a model citizen or slave, knowing that their appeals were falling on deaf ears.
Then it was Ainoko's turn. I could smell the fear that was coursing throught him at the moment. I read his charges to the assembled crowd, and then read that the final request he made was granted. There was a collective gasp from the crowd as they thought that he was going to be set free, but they were more surprised when I began to remove what clothing I was wearing. I went over to Ainoko, and looked into his eyes sadly before giving him a hug. While I was hugging him, I whispered that I wish it wasn't me who was going to be taking his life. Before pulling away from our embrace, I gave him a kiss. And what a kiss it was! The joy, sadness and misery that flooded my mind and soul were intense! Words can barely explain what happened during our kiss, just to say that I learned that we were meant to be together as soulmates. Somewhere deep inside, he was trying to get to me by killing his fellow slaves and their trainers. If I would have bought him when he first became a slave, none of this would have to happen. I wanted him to be mine forever but was not meant to be in this life. He then asked a favor of me after I broke the kiss, one that I would gladly do.
The guards then forced Ainoko on his knees (even though it appeared that he went down willingly) so that he could begin to sucking on my raging erection. I nodded to the guards to release his paws, so that he could properly do the job he was supposed to do before his final ride. I knew that his honor would not let him make a break for freedom or even take me as a hostage. He was talented in that area to say the least, he was hitting areas that even my slaves and pets never hit, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. He nibbled on my cock like a well worn piece of leather making me drip pre like crazy. He licked and nibbled my sac causing my balls to retract deep inside me readying for release. Soon, my cock and balls were vibrating not just from his talented sucking, but from his purring as well. I grabbed his head and forced my cock deep into his muzzle as I felt the pressure build for my release. I came hard into his mouth, watching him drinking up every drop of my salty seed. Once I was done releasing my load, I made him get up and lead him over to the guillotine, where I tied him down.
Once I had him bound to the machine, I made doubly sure that his neck was positioned so that when the blade dropped, it would be a clean cut going between the bones instead of through one or two. I then went back to finish what was started. I got down on my knees and began to service his cock and balls in the way he did mine, and was greeted by a thick shot of hot pre. I mostly enjoyed the feel of his barbs as they caressed my lips, tongue and throat as I went down deep on him. I had to keep thumping his cock and balls every time he made ready to shoot his load. While his cock was recovering from the thumping I kept giving it, I would go and lick on his tailhole. Despite what he was put through, I was enjoying the sweet taste of his hole, I was even quite surprised that even there he leaking, more than enough in my opinion for what I was going to do next. I stood up again getting ready to begin the next part of our show, I took one look at Ainoko and knew that he was ready as well. The pleading look from his eyes was all I needed to begin our final act.