Eirene’s Execution
A few weeks ago, in a country with a fundamentalist
regime; in the central square of a small country village, a lot of
people were waiting around, excited, to see the head of the American
tourist Eirene Baker severed from her body.
The young Eirene had been silly enough to purchase some of those cheap drugs that are available in this country. She tried to smuggle them home to America, hiding them in a secret pocket of her jacket. She was not addicted to drugs; she just wanted to make some money. But she was caught and the local court gave her a quick trial, just the next day. Unfortunately, the quantity of drugs was so high, that the judge had no other choice: He sentenced Eirene to death. In this country, such a sentence had to be carried out immediately.
Now, one hour after receiving her sentence, Eirene was waiting in the holding cell inside the court building. She was still wearing her own clothes: Black shoes, black leather trousers and a light blue tight-fitting turtleneck sweater. And she was told to wear her orange down jacket, the very same jacket she used to hide the drugs in. She was evidently scared, but she was feeling excited somehow... her head rolling on the floor... her headless body performing in a final show, maybe the kneeling fountain... yes, she realized she desired it, intensely.
Eirene was to be executed right at 12:00. At 11:50 a guard entered her cell and told her that everything was ready; He instructed Eirene, how she could assist the headsman to give her a quick death. She shivered. She closed the zipper of her jacket and pulled the collar of her sweater up to her chin, as if this could protect her somehow. The guard laughed about that. Soon, those pretty clothes would get really dirty, he thought. Then Eirene was led out.
At the place of her death, the headsman was waiting for her and the instrument of her death was clearly visible. When Eirene saw the sword, a cold shiver flowed through her body, freezing but exciting her more. She gave a malicious look at the noisy crowd, then, without saying a word; she knelt down, holding the upper part of her body upright, stretching her neck as it was told her. She felt her pussy extremely wet under her pants.
Briefly, the headsman inspected the kneeling girl. The collar of her down-jacket covered only the lower part of her long neck and the thin turtleneck-sweater, which reached up to her chin, was not a problem for the 10-pound-sword. Without any further delay, the headsman raised the sword and, with a strong stroke, crushed it against Eirene’s neck.
Chop!
Within milliseconds, the sword ran through her neck, severing her flesh and her cervical vertebrae. At the moment the nerves inside her backbone were severed, Eirene felt unbearable pain, as if every part of her body was aching. She had never felt such horrible pain before in her whole life. The blond head plumped down. Eirene’s headless body remained upright for a few seconds, spraying blood in the air; sitting on its heels, it started a nod of the kneeling fountain. Then, a strong jolt shook the brainless body, and it fell forward violently; her torso reached the ground, laying a bloody wake on it.
At the same time, the headsman picked up Eirene’s head by her blond hair and displayed it to the crowd. Still conscious, the girl could see the crowd now, and she could hear the headsman shouting words about her; the intense pain of the decapitation was slowly fading away, nevertheless she was still feeling pain from her neck. But the most horrible thing was that she was completely aware now, that it really had happened…
The headsman turned her chopped head to where the rest of her was laying: she saw blood all around and, her collapsed body... beautiful, her torso collapsed on the floor and her ass higher because her body had remained about in the chopping position; the shape of her ass and her slender legs were clearly shown by her sexy tight leather trousers. Her favorite down jacket, which covered the upper part of her body, was completely soaked in her blood... her sight began fading off now and her life gently flew away.
Eirene’s eyes remained half opened, her face became very pale. The headsman shook her head one last time and kissed it on the bloody lips; finally, he placed it on a pike. The no more thinking extremity of the girl was exposed in front of thousands persons... Eirene had desired this, and her panties were still wet because this fantasy had become reality... In the mean time, Eirene’s heart had stopped beating and no more blood was pumped out of her severed blood vessels. Every part of Eirene was dead now.
Later that day, Eirene’s
blond head was placed in a big
formalin-filled glass. The down-jacket, that she used to hide the drugs
in, and that now was soaked in her blood, was taken to the local
crime-museum, as well as her preserved head. There they are displayed
to
the public, to remind everyone, what happens to drug traffickers in
this
country. Her headless body was given to the public and the male
teenagers of the community made vivid use of it. The day after her
execution, as the dead flesh began to smell, her body was completely
dismembered and used to feed some animals…