Kleet executions - Impalement
#3 of Kleet Executions
Well, it's officially a series. And still no character development.
...unless you count "heartless sadist" as development.
The bear whimpered and clenched his eyes shut as he was pulled out of the dark interior to the bright morning sun - a sun he had not seen for several weeks. His jailer tugged the chain connected to his fetters to keep him moving, his body bent over under the weight of those heavy irons and from exhaustion. His monk's robes were well soiled from his time in the dark cells.
Ahead of him, a small crowd was gathered around a gallows - although no nooses were hanging from the high beam. The bear's eyes watered from the intense light of day, and from the fear of what was to come. His jailer grunted and yanked his leash again in displeasure at the bear's slow progress.
The bear scrambled up the steps, using his hands to help him, his mind replaying the cause of his downfall. His birth into slavery, his eventual escape (at the cost of his master's life) and then the years spent repenting inside the monastery. It had all been undone by a newcomer, a younger monk that the bear could not help but admire. And desire. And lust over. Why did he come to me for comfort? the condemned monk thought. Why could I not resist the pleasure of flesh?
His vows had been broken in one night of weakness. And begging the abbot for redemption had resulted in his quick imprisonment. Even now, he could not blame the abbot for notifying the Duke.
Kleet watched as the weakened bear was half-pulled onto the wooden platform. A high bench - used as a bondage horse, awaited him. As the warden threw the bear face-down onto the wooden bench and began binding his limbs in place, and the captain began reading out the bear's crimes, the kobold executioner took up the long tapered length of strong oak. It was over twice the length of the kobold, and polished smooth. Along its length, it widened from barely 2 inches in circumference to a width that was difficult to grasp in 2 hands. A thin layer of oil had already been rubbed into the wood. Once the proclamation was complete, Kleet stepped behind the bound bear.
The blunt tip of the shaft was carefully aligned with the bear's anus and pushed inside - a chocking grunt coming from the monk as the cold wood forced its way inside. Kleet gestured at the warden to help take the weight as he began directing the shaft deeper. The first 5 inches passed inside without issue, the bear apparently used to taking things inside his ass. But then the struggle started. The blunt head was designed to prevent major damage, but it also had two powerful bodies pushing it deeper. As the bear's hands clenched and his body shook in pain, the wood tore its way through the intestinal wall and forced its way deeper into the bear's body.
Kleet took care to angle the spear carefully, directing the warden when to push and when to hold. A small amount of blood oozed out of the bear's spread ass - a good sign. A deluge would indicate an internal vessel being ruptured. The dribble of bright red was expected from the uninvited penetration. The shaft was moved carefully deeper, the bear now screaming from the pain and begging for mercy. Soon, the kobold felt the next source of resistance - a wall of muscle preventing the impaling stick from continuing forward. The bear's breathing became pained and irregular as the oak pressed into the diaphragm.
"Any last words?" the kobold said, holding himself ready for the right moment.
The bear tried to control his grunts, tried to wrestle some last dignity in the midst of this agony. Just enough for a final prayer. "Deus e-"
The bear's words became a brief shriek - and then a gasping silence. The wooden shaft had forced its way through his diaphragm, avoiding his lungs and heart, but destroying his ability to breathe. They won't even give me a final mercy... maybe I don't deserve it...
The bear's mind clouded over as the pain of his execution increased - the thicker end of the shaft tearing open his asshole as the thinner tip was directed into his throat. He choked - not that he could breathe properly with a ruptured diaphragm - as the wooden length filled his neck. The kobold moved in front of the bear's head, grabbing hold of the matted head fur and pulling his head upwards - helping align the oak shaft with the bear's jaws. He could feel a horrific impact - the warden apparently taking to hammering the wooden spike the final few inches. Each thunderous bang pulsated through the bear, causing a fresh wave of agony. Then with a disturbing tearing noise, the shaft emerged. Wood scraped against the bear's teeth as the bloody tip slid along the bear's tongue and out of his short snout. The bear's body began thrashing in its bondage, shock overtaking any conscious thoughts.
A long foot-long iron nail was driven into the wooden log a foot behind the prisoner's hips before the impaled bear was hoisted upright. The butt of the wooden spear was fed through a hole in the gallows. It easily reached the ground below, leaving enough space for the bear's body to slide down until the nail stopped its decent.
The bear's shackles rattled as his feet tried in vain to find solid ground, as his hands gripped his neck, instinctively pressing at his throat to clear the blockage. For several minutes, the body kept struggling, futilely attempting to escape this agony. Kleet stayed, staring at the squirming body. Then the limbs went limp, but still twitching occasionally.
Then the bear's eyes finally lay open and still, the only movement being the wind stirring the soiled robes slightly. The crowd had long departed, knowing that no further executions were scheduled. The kobold was the last to depart, waiting until the first crow arrived and began cawing at the fresh meat on offer.