Posted by Zed Bones on April 03, 2004 at 13:26:24:
‘Law 42’
by Zed Bones, copyright 2004
Law 42 of the Execution Code states that condemned females opting for buggery at their death, must be dispatched as follows: (1) the shagger to wear a well lubricated sheath, (2) the female to be taken in on her knees in the rear-entry position, (e.g. face-down at the block with the cheeks of the arse raised, or likewise strapped on a beheading machine), and (3) the clitoris to be well manipulated so that a valedictory climax is achieved after an appropriate passage of time.
If any of these stipulations are wanting then execution is to be aborted for a period not exceeding twenty-four hours. When recommenced, conventional methods are employed, e.g.: the cock swiving at the prisoner’s vulva for the duration of the beheading procedure. Also the offending personnel are to be punished for each error.
The implementation of the Code is so strict that an execution in progress is stopped when any of the protocols are breached, even during the onset of orgasm. Examples of interrupted executions included burst sheaths, unauthorised changes of position or failure to achieve orgasm. The Code goes on to prescribe how interrupted executions are dealt with, and appended is a schedule of the ex-post facto punishments awarded those who fail to follow the spirit (if not the letter) of the law.
At the execution of Vulvaria Muffham, on the 17th of September 1463, an abortion took place that was recorded by an unnamed cleric. The original text of this record was written in Latin on vellum. The following is a free translation made by a specialist in erotic fantasy execution, the chronicler Mr Zed Bones.
…the said Mistress Muffham, having been accused of sorcery, idolatry, consorting with devils & etc., was duly handed over to the torturer, in whose tutelage she made a lurid confession of her sins, for which she was granted mercy. In place of being burnt alive at the stake, she was sentenced to beheading by axe, with the punishment to be carried out at a private ceremony in the bowels of Bentoberst Castle.
The execution proceeded normally until the condemned was bidden in what manner she would prefer to be shagged. A girl of a very curious nature, yet never buggered in the course of her too short life, Vulvaria Muffham opted to kneel at the block with an executioner’s cock swiving at her pretty arse.
Due to inexperience on behalf of the staff at Bentoberst, this procedure was bungled and instead of being dispatched with the customary aplomb, the poor girl was put through much pain and distress - with little in the way of thrills or sensual relief. This deplorable situation continued until Vulvaria was rescued by a member of the Inquisition. This Monsignori had been invited to inspect the castle’s facilities and chanced to be shown into the execution chamber just as the poor girl’s ordeal was approaching its desultory finale. He, Bardolph Grossman, was shocked to behold the miserable offender being inexpertly buggered at the block by a junior executioner - a poorly endowed youth who was not only wearing a coarse, un-lubricated sheath, but failing to provide any clitoral stimulation. The distressed young woman was clearly about to lose her head without arriving at a single orgasm - when the Monsignori held up his hand and commanded, in the Name of the Good Lord, to cease the abomination.
Vulvaria was dismounted, helped to her feet and her hands were untied. Barely able to stand upright, from the incommodious state of her arse, she was led back to her cell, where she was told to recompose herself for a second execution - at which the Monsignori himself would officiate. Meanwhile a surgeon was summoned, to administer to Vulvaria in her cell. This generous old fellow inserted an opium plug into her tender shit hole, which soothed her greatly.
Meanwhile, after an appropriate interval – during which a supper of roast goose was consumed - Monsignori Grossman reconvened the execution, volunteering his own services to shag the poor girl as she knelt at the block. The unfortunate prisoner was readmitted to the execution chamber in a solemn procession. Her sackcloth cloak was removed, her long tresses pinned up and her hands bound behind her back with coarse rope. The securing of the hands in this uncomfortable position, though an unnecessary procedure, was seen as an important part of the punishment. The girl knelt at the block holding her lovely round cheeks high and proud. Then Monsignori Grossman removed the cloak he was wearing, displaying a fine, if rather aged, muscular body. His cock was long, somewhat slender, though straight and very bulbous at the head. It was also extremely dark complexioned and had evidently seen much use. The Monsignori knelt between the girl’s splayed out feet (her toes were nicely curled on the sawdust of the wooden dais) and placed his hands on the smooth skin of her back. Without resorting to manual guidance he was able to pierce her freshly depilated, well-moistened vulva and slowly sink his cock to the greying hairs of its hilt.
An expert headswoman, Mistress Clizia Cockspur (who luckily had chanced to be accompanying the Monsignori on his visit) now took up position at the side of the couple. Cockspur (wearing nothing but a studded leather body harness) raised the axe above Vulvaria’s outstretched head - then slowly lowered it, gently brushing the downy skin of her arched neck with its cruel glinting blade. An excited shudder rippled through the girl’s back and shoulders as, with her candle burning at either end (so to speak), both her mouth and cunt lips puckered up for her last shagging on this side of Kingdom come.
Running his hands down her smooth, slinky flanks and over the small, rounded orb of her belly, the Monsignori’s fingers first found out and then began exploring the bald, baby-flesh pouch of the excited girl’s vulva. As soon as his probing fingers nudged the edge of her clitoris, the holy man’s cock began, slowly at first, to shuttle in and out of her deep, yearning cunt. The girl cried out with a sound that might have been mistaken for a plea of mercy, except that her face betrayed only a sublime preoccupation with the intense sensations spreading through her tender young body. At this point, Mistress Cockspur was careful to acknowledge, the victim experienced a series of short, inconclusive climaxes, each more powerful than the last – yet each leaving her unsatisfied and desirous of more. Again she brought the broad axe blade into a horizontal position and brushed the downy skin of her perfectly outstretched neck, to remind her of the true purpose. The girl ceased squealing with impatience, and settled down to be shagged in a more measured, formal way – taking that one truth path to the deep, valedictory orgasm which is the natural precursor to lawful decapitation.
The Monsignori was careful, however, not to over-extend this execution shag. While the fingers of his right hand thrummed the girl’s clitoris in circlets of ever increasing speed and pressure, his cock got the true measure of her arching cunt. With the cunt and clitoris thus preoccupied, the old man’s left hand dallied with the soft folds of her belly and the swinging orbs of her drooping breasts. Each protruding nub received firm, milking-action pinches before the whole breast was cupped and squeezed. Ultimately, the holy man - pushing one breast sideways with the heel of his hands and clasping his fingers round the other – was to clench both glands in one hand.
These skilled manipulations of breast and clitoris continued until the cock reached a fervid intensity of action, and proved more than sufficient to bring the girl to the very edge of her final climax.
Mistress Cockspur, noting that beads of sweat were running down the girl’s neck, raised the cruel axe. The climax, when it arrived, came in fulsome jerks – interspersed by spasms of release. The skilled headswoman let the girl experience the first five of these throes to the full, only bringing the axe down after the fifth was complete. The victim’s head, which was drawn far back in each of the jerks, then lay stretched nicely across the block with the throat in good contact with the wood. A single blow severed her head at the base of the neck. It was a truly remarkable cut, which left a fine length of nape still attached. The head, departing with a summersault, was expertly caught by Clizia’s young assistant, Elham Drudd. Vulvaria was thus spared the indignity of bruising her face on the inside of a wicker basket.
Instead, her eyes - still gleaming - were brought by Elham Drudd to stare at the final scene: the Monsignori withdrawing his steaming cock from the headless body’s cunt, and jissom issuing in quick, hot spurts that commingled with trickles of blood running down the spine. Thus the girl’s lithe body continued to twitch, still climaxing as though no separation with the head had taken place. Pungent smells of excitement and excrement pierced the air as Vulvaria’s last view grew slowly dim.
‘Law 42’
by Zed Bones, copyright 2004