I was down on my knees, with the Warden seated on the sofa in front of me, vigorously sucking his hard cock. I don't think he had bathed in a while because the smell was somewhat overpowering. But I did not complain. I bobbed my head up and down; periodically glancing up to see his head laid back and eyes closed. He thrust his hips in time with my mouth. I moaned like a whore, I guess that is what I am, alternating between sucking his cock to licking his balls. I felt his hands on the back of my head forcing it down on his cock until my nose was buried in his thick black pubic hair. It a good thing he is not very big or I would have gagged. The Warden is a muscular man with dark hair and eyes and a cruel mustache and goatee beard. He also has power of life and death over me. All it would take for me to dangle choking in a noose would be one word from him, so I dare not displease him.
He shifted himself on the sofa and spread his legs wide giving me access to his ass. "Rim me," He said.
I crouch down and probe his hairy arsehole with my tongue. It tastes rank and I realize that he has not properly cleaned himself since his last sh!t. I dared not complain, but wiped his dirty arsehole with my tongue, my nose pressed hard against the base of his scrotum.
"OOOH, that's good, he moaned," and grabbing my head forced my face deeper into his ass. My tongue probed deep into his arsehole.
"OK, time for a change of pace." He got up and, with me still on my knees, he bent me over the seat of the sofa and arranged my bare arse so that he could fuck it.
I had known that he probably would want this when he showed up at my apartment so before we started I had excused myself to the bathroom prepared my arsehole with a liberal application of KY Gel. His cock slid in easily. I don't particularly like anal sex but at least he is small enough that it does not hurt or even stretch me too much.
He pumped away groaning loudly and I made the appropriate sounds and wiggled my arse back and forth in time with his thrusts. After what seemed like an inordinately long time I could feel him reaching a climax. His groans grew louder and thrusts harder and he squirted his cum in my rectum. He then collapsed on top of me panting.
He was spent. I was totally unfulfilled, but what did he care. I was just an unpaid whore for him to use as he saw fit. Eventually, he would tire of me and I would find myself dangling from the gallows. Or he would leave and the new warden would have my death sentence carried out, unless he wanted my sexual favors.
As the Warden dressed he said to me. "An execution is scheduled for this afternoon, this one is political and is scheduled to begin at 1:30PM in the plaza, just after lunch. Soldiers are already making preparations." He thrusts a folder in my hand. I read the contents. The execution would involve a family of three: a man, a woman, and their daughter. It was to be public and involve 'extreme measures.' I read with a detached interest the procedures that were to be applied. I would have to steel myself.
After the Warden had left I called my assistants in to my office and told them what was to happen. They actually seemed to anticipate the event. Well, I could understand that. Plenty of opportunity to satisfy they're sexual urges, and they were a rather sadistic lot.
An hour later we arrived in the prison van at the plaza. A large crowd was already assembled and there were cheers as we stepped up on the platform. My instructions are very clear for public executions. I am to show absolutely no mercy at all and to make the executions as drawn out, painful, and horrible as possible. The only constraint is the methods that I am to employ and the amount of time before the condemned are to be dead. In this case the process will begin at 1:30 PM with the prisoners dead by about 8:00 PM. This serves the purpose of entertainment for the masses, punishment of the guilty parties and their families, as well as to serve as an example to others. I do not enjoy these executions at all but have found that I am very good at carrying them out. I am capable of exceptional cruelty, and that is just what is required.
The execution platform that had been erected for the occasion had a large, heavy cross in the shape of an X lying in the center. The man was to be crucified and then it would be raised by means of a scaffold with ropes and pulleys and mounted on a high upright post where he would have a good view of what was to happen to his family. And the crowd would have a good view of him. To the right was a two and a half meter high impaling stake for his daughter with scaffold and pulleys to lower her onto it. To the left was a solid wooden stake where his wife would be chained. A brazier with a hot gas fire stood in front of the steak with several irons and other implements thrust into it heating. A table to one side held a number of other implements that would be needed for the day's activities.
The three victims' ordeal had already started before we arrived. They were naked on their knees and bent over with their hands and necks held securely in wooden stocks. Their legs were fastened to the floor at the knee, well apart, providing good access to their gentiles and asses. Each of them were fitted with a bridle that firmly held a bit in their mouth, forcing their jaws open and preventing them from biting. In turn, the soldiers were fucking them in their arseholes, mouths, and in the case of the woman and her daughter, their pussies. Two men pleasured themselves at a time, one with his cock thrust into the prisoner's arsehole or cunt, the other pumping away in their mouth. When the soldier shot his load, another took his place. The soldiers were fairly careful about fucking prisoners in their mouths not to block their breathing or so brut@lly in the arse or cunt to cause too much damage or bleeding. If they caused the premature death of the prisoner the penalty was severe. This had happened once and the soldier was executed in the dead prisoner's place that day.
It was hard to tell how many times each of the prisoners had been violated when we arrived. But the soldiers had been working them for more than an hour. It did not bother me too much to see the man or even the woman treated this way, they probably had done something to deserve it, but I felt sorry for their daughter, a young woman who likely had done nothing, and was being fucked repeatedly in each hole.
With our arrival the soldiers left the platform and took up positions surrounding it. My three assistants began to strip their garments except for the hoods that they wore. When they finished I began a strip tease that I was sure that the men (and some women) in the crowd would appreciate. I took my time and my assistants busied themselves by fucking the woman and her daughter behind me. This scene must have been quite entertaining for the crowd judging from the enthusiastic encouragement that we all got. I had decided to shave my pussy for the event and so when I finally stripped off my panties I got a thunderous cheer. I do not wear a hood, no point. No one will ever see me outside the prison walls except on these occasions. And if they see me inside the walls, I likely will be the last person that they see.
A judge presided over the proceedings and watched from a balcony in a building overlooking the platform. After prancing naked before the crowd, showing my charms for a few minutes, I looked toward him and he gave me the signal to start.
We began with the man. My assistants released him from the stocks, removed his bridle and pulled him to his feet. He was a well-built man, muscular, about 180 cm tall, with dark full head of hair and about a 3-day growth of beard. Blood and white fluid trickled from his arsehole where he had been repeatedly violated. He doubled over, fell to the floor and vomited. The vomit consisted mainly of the cum that he had been forced to swallow. Well, in a few minutes that would be the least of his problems. A bucket of water was thrown into his face to revive him and my assistants dragged him to the cross and tied his hands and feet in place with ropes.
I stood over the man, as he lay there spread-eagle. That is when I really noticed his cock, balls, and thick black pubic hair for the first time. His cock was huge, even in the flaccid state. "Well, no point in letting that go to waste," I thought to myself. "I might as well get something out of this and give the crown some real entertainment as well."
I had my assistants raise the cross until it was at about a 30-degree angle and the crowd had a good view of what was going to happen. I also had them clean the man up as best as they could with sponges and water. When they had finished, I started wanking his cock and rubbing my tits across his face. His cock started to respond to my ministrations. I then knelt beside him and taking his semi-erect cock into my mouth sucked him vigorously, making sure that the crowd had a good view of this. Cheers of appreciation when up as his penis hardened into a huge 20 cm erection that I took as deeply into my mouth as I could. The prisoner involuntarily thrusted his hips in time with my bobbing head and I could feel my pussy was becoming sopping wet. After a few minutes of this I climbed on top of him, and with my arse toward the crowd, I my cunt down on his cock. It felt great taking such a huge cock deep inside me and I sat all the way down on it and then pumped my arse up and down rapidly, to the wild cheers behind me.
Sitting astride him I had the chance to look into the man's dark brown eyes. They had the rather vacant stare of someone who had given up all hope, who only wished that death would claim him quickly. Not much of a chance of that today. With my hands on his hairy chest, looking down on his face I pumped my arse up and down feeling myself drifting toward an orgasm. A massive climax finally flooded over me and I let myself groan loudly with pleasure as I writhed on top of the hapless prisoner. The crowd went wild with enthusiasm. I had been exceptionally horny since that morning's activities with the Warden and this was just what I had needed.
After I had spent myself I pulled myself off of his huge organ and started sucking it again. I concentrated on his glans, running my tongue around it and flicking the sensitive underside where it meets the shaft, at the same time rubbing his balls and stroking his shaft with my hands. Not many men can resist this and even in his present circumstances he was no different, quickly spurting his load. After the first spurt went into my mouth I pulled my head away and wanked him hard with my hands so that the crowd could watch the rest of his ejaculation. When he had finished cumming, I resumes sucking him and licked the semen off of his balls, shaft and belly. To the wild cheers of the crowd I made a big show of licking the last few drops of cum that I milked out of the tip of his penis as his erection subsided.
"Well enough of this," I said to him as I stood up, "time to get down to business.
I motioned for my assistants and they brought several wicked looking steel staples and a large hammer that were on the table. The staples were three pronged about 10 cm wide and each sharp prong about 14 cm long. They were designed for the middle prong to be driven through flesh and all three prongs driven into the heavy wooden cross. Once a victim was fixed to the cross with these staples there was no way that he could free himself or slip off as he might if heavy nails were used instead.
The man's eyes widened with fear as he saw the staples, but tightly tied to the cross he could not move his limbs, let along defend himself. I guided the first staple, placing the middle prong in the small hollow on his right wrist where it joins the hand. With me holding it in place my assistant gave it a heavy blow with the hammer and it penetrated flesh and bone driving into the wood below. The prisoner let out a high-pitched scream, the first sound that I had heard him make since we started. With several more blows of the hammer the staple was driven in place and then we stapled his left hand the same way. We stapled his feet by turning them outward and driving the prongs through the side of each foot just below were the tibia meets the talus. My medical training helped in this work, as I knew just where the maximum pain could be generated without causing excessive bleeding.
With each pound of the hammer the man let out a scream and the crowd showed its appreciation with cheers. When the stapling was finished the ropes binding the prisoner's arms and legs were removed and the cross was raised to an upright position and fixed to the post. The man was spread eagle on the cross with his crotch just below my eye level. Blood trickled from each wound and dripped to the floor.
We left the man there and released the woman from her stocks, removed her bridle and chained her to the stake with her arms firmly behind her. Her legs were pulled apart and her feet were attached to manacles chained to the floor. She was a beautiful woman with dark features, eyes, and long black hair. She had large firm breasts with prominent nipples and a thick shock of black pubic hair. She was quite a mess though, her hair was matted with cum and cum from the dozens of men who had fucked her dripped off of her face and chin as well as from her arsehole and pussy. She did not make a sound and stood stoically as we bound in her place.
The daughter was then released. She was a young version of her mother, with a very pretty face, and olive complexion framed by dark hair. She had smaller breasts than her mother, was quite slender, with a round little arse and a downy thatch of black pubic hair. Blood mixed with cum dripped from both her pussy and arsehole and her face and hair were sticky with cum. She was weeping uncontrollably as my assistants tied her hands behind her. A rope was passed around her back, under her arms and attached to the block and pulley system on the scaffold above the impaling stake. As she was hoisted up by one of my assistants she began to scream and kick wildly. Another assistants picked up a bucket of grease and a brush and applied a liberal coating to the stake. Then while one assistant operated the block and pulley system the other two grabbed her legs holding them well apart. I stood on a stepladder next to the stake and as the unfortunate young woman was slowly lowered I guided her hips to place her tiny arsehole just over the point of the stake. This took considerable patients as she struggled wildly the whole time. My assistant then lowered her just enough that the point of the stake penetrated a few centimeters up into her arsehole. The poor girl screamed and cried until she was h0rse all the while trying to wrap her legs and feet around the stake and lift herself off. The grease prevented her from gaining any traction but this did not prevent her from trying to the great amusement of the audience.
The pulley system was attached to an electric motor that would lower the victim at a predetermined speed extending the torment for hours, and in some cases days. In this case the speed was set for 6 cm per hour. That would assure a minimum 3 or 4 hours of before any vital organs would be damaged enough that she would die. I started the motor she screamed loudly as she felt herself being lowered and a trickle of blood began to run down the stake. The bloodthirsty crowd cheered in appreciation and shouted false encouragement to her.
We then turned back the woman. She starred vacantly at her husband and daughter, unable to help and so jaded by her earlier ordeal, that she showed no emotion. One of my assistants took a red-hot iron from the brazier and held it before her face. She stared at it in horror and the crowd cheered him on. He touched the tip of her right nipple with the iron and she emitted a shriek of pain. She began to pee and a runny stream of sh!t slid down, off her legs onto the floor. Her feet were chained far enough apart that he easily slipped the red hot rod between her legs and used it to stroke her pussy, burning her vulva and clitoris in the process. Wet with pee, it sizzled and steamed. He placed the iron back in the fire took a second one and thrust it into her arsehole. She screamed with pain and the air filled with the putrid smell of burned pubic hair and flesh. The crowd cheered.
My assistants spent about 10 minutes torturing the woman with hot irons, concentrating on her genitals and breasts, but not causing any extensive damage. The platform began to resemble one of the inner circles of Hell. The woman screaming every time a hot iron was applied to her, her husband groaning in pain on the cross and their daughter wailing and crying as the stake relentlessly thrusts further into her arsehole. All the while the crowd cheering and yelling out encouragement and advice.
Leaving the woman for a moment I walked to the groaning man stapled to the cross. Crucifixion is a horrible way to die. The victim experiences unbearable pain, at the same time slowly asphyxiating, as breathing is very difficult hanging from the arms. The victim tries to lift himself up with his feet to breath, but this is made very difficult, especially in a spread-eagle position, and because of the pain caused by the staples through the ankles. Eventually pain and fatigue prevents the victim from holding themselves up to breath, the lungs fill with fluid and he drowns. My job now is to add more pain and horror to the process.
I took a length of chord and a knife from the table. Making a small noose with the chord I loop it around the man's cock and balls. He looks down at me, realizing what is going to happen, and croaks out "No, please no!"
I gently teased his cock and balls with the knife while he looked down in terror.
"No, please, no," he cried. "Not that, please no."
"What's the matter?" I mocked at him in a loud voice, "Do you really think that you will need these again? It really is a nice cock, and it felt so good inside me." I grinned wickedly up at him and holding his cock out with the knife blade flicked my tongue across his glans and gave it a sloppy kiss.
Not able to control himself, a heavy stream of pee emits from his cock and sh!t dribbled out of his arsehole. I pulled away as his pee narrowly missed my mouth. The crowed went wild with cheers over this.
The man's pleas were to no avail. I pulled the chord hard, tightening the noose, stopping the stream of pee, and extending his genitals. With a slow deliberate sawing motion, sliced off the cock, which had so recently given me pleasure, and his balls. Spurts of blood shot from the wound as the mass of flesh fell to the floor, cock still attached to balls by a connecting strip of skin. One of my assistants was ready and with a read hot iron and quickly cauterized the wound. The man let out inhuman screams during the process.
I picked up his genitals and walking to the brazier in front of the woman threw them onto the grill. They sizzled and began to swell up as they cooked like any piece of meat. After a few minutes I picked them up with a pair of tongs and holding a hot iron in my free hand offer the woman the cooked meat to eat. She refused at first but after applying the iron to her nipples and breasts, she reluctantly ate her husbands cooked cock and balls to the accolades of the watching audience.
I then retrieved my knife and picking up a wicked hooked instrument from the table showed them to the woman. She looked at them with fearful curiosity wondering what further tortures that I had in store for her.
I knelt before her and with the knife I made an small incision in her abdomen just above her pubic hair. I probed her abdominal cavity with the hook and pulled out a loop of her small intestine from near where it attached to her large intestine. She screamed and writhed vigorously during the process and it took some skill to do this without causing too much bleeding. I sliced the intestine off with the knife near the large intestine and slowly pulled it out of her body. The whole time she shrieked and struggled. The brazier was fitted with a rotisserie arrangement that was designed to slowly rotate meat over the hot fire. I attached the end of the woman's intestine to the rotisserie, turned on the motor and it began to turn, slowing drawing the intestine out of her abdomen. The feckless woman screamed piteously and struggled against her bonds. It would take several hours for all 7 m of her small intestine to be drawn out of her and cook over the fire. It is surprising how long someone can live while being gutted; she would be alive most of this time.
My work was nearly done now. The assistants amused themselves by burning the prisoners with hot irons to see them twitch with the pain and hear how loudly they would scream. The crowd was cheering and yelling their encouragement and advise. I walked between the victims making sure that everything was running smoothly. The floor became slippery with blood and beneath the man and woman so I threw down sand from a bucket so we would not slip. Their daughter bled relatively little as the stake, thrusting through her rectum deeper inside her abdominal cavity, only allowed a trickle of blood to escape. She flailed her legs and desperately tried to lift herself from the stake. Of the three prisoners, she definitely gave the best show and received the most attention from the crowd. There was a putrid smell of burned flesh in the air mixed with the smell of blood and sh!t and pi$$. On the whole, I was sure that Hell would be a pleasantry compared to this human created carnage.
The woman was the first to fall silent. She no longer responded to the hot irons after about three hours of having her intestines unwound. I checked her pulse and it was still fairly strong. I probed her flesh with a hot iron and getting no response I looked to the judge. He made a slashing sign with his hand so I picked up my knife and made a deep cut across the poor woman's throat severing her windpipe and carotid artery. Blood gushed out of her neck and then subsided as her heart ceased pumping.
A half hour later the young woman stopped responding to the hot irons and her legs hung limply. The stake was deep inside her by this time; I had not expected her to last as long as she did. I looked to the judge and he gave me a nod. I then released the pulley and she quickly slipped down on the stake until the tip began to protrude from her mouth, much to the delight of the crowd. I reached up with my knife and slit her throat, but there was no gush of blood, only a weak stream. She was quite dead.
The man held on for some time after that, groaning and gasping on his cross. He shuddered every time a hot iron touched him but no longer screamed in pain, only emitting hoarse croaks. My assistants eventually grew somewhat board trying to elicit responses from him. It was getting dark and only a few spectators remained. I looked toward the judge who was still there watching. He gave me the signal to get things over with.
I picked up a heavy iron bar from the table and moved to the man on the cross. I swung the bar at his left leg and heard it crack. The man gave a groan. I repeated the maneuver on his right leg, this time he made no sound. I then swung at his ribs. Hearing them crack, I was pretty sure that I had punctured a lung. A few minutes later I applied a hot iron to his belly and got no response. My assistant put the stepladder next to the cross and I mounted it and checked the his pulse. He was still alive, barely. I looked toward the judge and he gave me the sign. Taking my knife, I slashed the man's throat. Blood jetted out of the wound for a few seconds and then subsided. He was dead.
The executions had begun at 1:30 and it was now nearly 8:00. Humiliation and r@pe having begun at about 12:30. As public executions go, this had actually been a relatively light assignment. Usually they begin much earlier and sometimes go on well into night. The crimes must not have been that bad. At least my assistants and I were finished. The victims were to be left on display for a full 24 hours and then a special crew would be brought in for clean up.
We were back to the prison at 9:00 and I dismissed my assistants and went to my apartment. I was no sooner there when the telephone rang. The voice of the Warden told me that a prisoner had just been turned over to my custody, a young woman who was sentenced to the garrote. Well, that could wait until tomorrow morning. It had been a hard day and I needed a bite to eat, a relaxing bath and then to bed.
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