Posted by Sawney Beane on July 26, 2007 at 23:17:32:
The Collected Works of Sawney Beane: Volume #122
HEAD START
by Sawney Beane
10 April 2005
844 words
DISTRIBUTION NOTICE and DISCLAIMER: Sawney Beane requests that any distribution of this work of fiction remain within the realm of social responsibility. This story is suitable neither for minors nor for the seeming majority of adults who have difficulty distinguishing fantasy from reality. It is pure fantasy, which means that, for whatever reason, someone has found it interesting to think about the events depicted herein. It does not in any way mean that the author would like to see this fantasy become reality, so if you are the type of person who might be swayed into doing something irrational by reading a work of fiction, the author respectfully requests that you decline to read further.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Sawney Beane, originally a native of Edinburgh, lived for twenty-five years in a cave on the coast of County Galloway, subsisting on the flesh of unfortunate travellers, roughly a thousand of them all told. He and his wife raised a large family of eight sons, six daughters, eighteen grandsons, and fourteen granddaughters. Eventually, the family was captured, and the whole lot was brutally and unjustifiably tortured and executed without trial. Since his death in the early 17th century, Beane has reformed his ways and now confines his atrocities to his literary endeavours.
WARNING: This story contains scenes of semi-consensual female snuff for socially-accepted gynophagia. If you find such things offensive, please steer clear; you have been warned.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Short, simple, and terminal.
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Emily felt the strong hand pushing down on her back between her naked shoulder blades. The room was warm, but she felt a chill nonetheless as she obediently fell to her knees next to the second of five stump-like pedestals. Her body tensed as she laid her neck across the flat end of the terrifying cylinder and clasped her white-knuckled hands together around the ominous device. Then she waited with tears in her eyes, barely noticing the man clamping the steel manacles around her slender ankles.
"Hi, Emily," said the friendly but tense voice of a previously unnoticed female to Emily's immediate left.
Emily turned her head slightly to join the conversation. "Oh, hi, Kelly, how are you?"
"A few minutes from getting my head lopped off," replied Kelly with a grim chuckle. "Yourself?"
"Uh, yeah," said Emily, embarrassed by her foolish remark. "How long do you think it will be," she added, wondering to herself whether she wanted the answer to be a long or a short time.
"Not long, I think," said Kelly. "They have to get the other three into position, and then they'll do us all."
"Ulp!" said Emily, unable to maintain her friend's fatalistic composure.
"It will be quick, don't worry," said Kelly. Then she chuckled to herself again. "There'll probably be my blood on the axe when they do you...hope I don't give you any diseases or anything." Abattoir humour...wonderful!
"Uh, yeah," said Emily. "I doubt that will be a problem."
"No, suppose not."
A man was standing in front of the room reading ostentatiously from an official-looking document. Kelly and Emily were not in the right state of mind to listen attentively to what he had to say, but the general gist was that the nation thanked them for doing their duty and sacrificing their bodies for the general good, and so on and so forth.
Then the man announced that the recorder would be coming around to make a note of each of their official last words, so they should speak their minds when their turns came.
The public servant brought around a microphone attached to a recording device first to Kelly's position. "I am deeply honoured to be able to serve my country in this way and hope my family and friends will be proud of the way I did my duty," said Kelly almost as if reading from a memorized script.
The recorder next stopped next to Emily. Emily said more succinctly, "I am happy to serve my country today and hope everyone I know will be proud of me."
As the recorder moved on to the third position, Kelly chucked again, "Why does everyone say they when they're about to get their heads lopped off? Why doesn't anyone say 'Hey, help, please don't kill me and eat me!'"
"You should have," said Emily. "I would have backed you up."
"Indeed, an opportunity missed," mused Kelly. "On a positive note, I think I will not regret it for long."
"No doubt."
After a short pause, Emily added in a concerned voice. "Do you think they will molest our bodies?"
"They'll chop them up and eat them if that's what you mean."
"No, I mean, you know," said Emily. "We'll just be helpless; they could do anything to us!"
"What's worse than chopping us up and eating us?"
"You know!"
"Well, yes, you for sure they'll molest; what chef could resist tits like yours?" said Kelly thoughtfully. "Me, I'm sort of flat-chested, so I'll probably escape with a casual grope or two."
"Ugh." Emily didn't much approve of her friend's sense of humour.
"Anyway, does it matter really?"
"No, I guess not."
A large man cleared his throat next to Kelly and said formally, "Miss, it is time."
Kelly kept looking Emily's way and said, "Do you think if I ignore them they'll go away?"
"No, I don't," said Emily.
"Drat!" Kelly pouted for a moment and then steeled her face and gripped the podium tighter. "OK, I'm ready," she announced in a loud but trembling voice.
Emily hastily turned her head, unwilling to see her friend's beheading. The loud thud announced Kelly's humane end, but Emily saw it only as reflected in the terrified eyes and gaping mouth of a horrified Karen looking on from the third position. Emily wondered if Karen would respond similarly to her death or if the second repetition would be enough to inure her to the horror. If not, the third would certainly calm her down.
The man was clearing his throat next to Emily, and announcing her doom. Emily faced forward and closed her eyes, muttering, "OK, do it!" She knew she had to get it out quickly or she would never be able to say those dreaded words.
A drop of warm viscous fluid fell from the fatal blade onto the back of Emily's neck, and her thoughts immediately turned to a horrifying image of her lost friend. Before Emily's attention could be brought back to her own fate, the darkness overcame her, and Karen gasped anew.