Execution (Part Four)
An exectued prisoner learns of his fate after his death...
Part Four
Ainoko:
Once my spirit had rejoined my headless and skinned body, events from my former life began to parade before me, both good and bad. I relived the murders I committed, how I lured my victims into a false sense of security before killing them, I felt the terror and pain for my fist slave master as I gutted him as he was forced to watch me wrap myself with his entrails, before savagely tearing out his still beating heart and burning it. I relived my first killing of a fellow slave when she asked me to, I cried when I learned that she was with cubs and they were about to be born when I stabbed her in her heart, I managed to save the cubs and left them on the stairs of an orphanage, knowing that their fate could be like mine, life as a slave. My crimes in life were many, as was my good deeds.
_ I was being judged, and I knew that I was not going to live with the gods but the demons for my evil ways. Soon the parade of my deeds ended with my execution and I braced myself for the judgement that I knew I was going to get. I was surprised when I found myself in the kitchens of the prison watching the cooks stripping the meat from the bodies of those who were just executed. I stood there in fascination as my former body was gutted, it's meat stripped from bones and callously tossed into various cauldrons to be rendered into food for prisoners. Once the meat from my body was finally removed and in the cauldrons, I was roughly pulled to Berserker's home where I watched as he tearfully tanned my pelt and preserved my head and bits before mounting them on a wood plague._
I jumped, screaming in fright when I felt something touch my shoulder. I regretted turning around when I saw what had touched me. I stood there in terror looking at a tattered and worn green lapine, more akin to a rabbit or hare in appearance. He was the one I saw both before and after my execution, he was death incarnate, the reaper, the collector of souls, and he was here to take me to one of the many levels of hell for my sins in life.
"Don't be afraid, my name is Jack." He said in a soft, deep and commanding voice. "You have already been judged for what you have done in your life. When you admitted to your guilt and willingly paid the price for your crimes, those actions spared you from a life in hell, allowing you to pass into the next realm. But due to Berserker keeping your head, pelt, cock and balls after you told him to retain them to remember you by; you will not be allowed to pass over until he destroys them. Until that happens, you will remain here in the prison's death cells, where you pelt, head, cock and balls are kept, as well as where-ever Berserker is physically at, as a wandering spirit taking care of those who are to be executed. You will only be allowed to speak to the soon to be executed to tell your tale and to have them tell your soul-mate what he needs to do, but the only way that they will hear you is while you are being intimate with them. You will have noticed by now that what you were feeling at the time you were beheaded has returned. That is to encourage you to perform the act you need to do."
"I don't want to be sexing other prisoners just to tell them what needs to done, I would rather visit them, tell my story and leave." I said as I felt the stirrings of my last orgasm begin in my balls, as my cock once again began to peek out of its sheath. "I will stay away from the cells to avoid doing what you want me to."
"I know that you will do that," The reaper rabbit said, "You will only be able to go so long before you do sex the condemned prisoners. How long you last before you cave in depends on your resolve. But once you do, you will be compelled to tell your story while you consummate the act with the prisoner. Before you ask, the condemned prisoner will be thinking that he or she was having nightmares, but they will learn the truth after waking. There will be physical remains of your visit that the prisoner will see and feel which will convince them to call for the executioner. Though there will be a few at first that will be dismissed as them trying to get clemency for their crimes and a reprieve from their death sentence."
"Wait," I replied in shock as something the reaper rabbit said finally made itself known. "Y-y-y-you mean I am supposed to sex females? NEVER!!!! You might as well take me to hell now, as that is not going to happen!"
"I am sorry Ainoko that is not going to happen. You are already guaranteed a life in the next realm, but you have to do this to cross over. I promise you that once Berserker destroys what he needs to, you will be able to cross over. You both will be facing tasks that will make your reunion all the sweeter. It is time for me to go and do what needs to be done. The next time we meet will be when I come to take you the other side."
Then he was gone, and my curse began in earnest. The first few weeks after my execution, I was stuck in the condemned cells as I tried to go and see Berserker as normal ways of moving didn't work in the spirit realm. One day I discovered that all I needed to move to where-ever Berserker was at, was to make my desire to see him extremely urgent. Soon I was next to Berserker happy to be in his presence, despite being unable to console him. Being near him and seeing how tired and haggard he became since my execution worried me to the point that I was starting to seriously consider doing what the reaper rabbit said that I needed to do. The only times that I ever saw Berserker anywhere near to being happy, was when he was in his office here my head, pelt, cock and balls were kept with those of other select prisoners he has beheaded. I was pleased to see that there were times that he would remove my bits from over the mantle and use them to pleasure himself over and over again. This went on for well over a month before I decided that one day I was going to try to get the message that he was supposed to hear to him personally. I followed him back to his home and waited for him to go to bed before climbing on top of him before riding his hard cock again. I was horrified to learn that I was unable to do what I desired to try and get my message across to him. Everytime he was alone and pleasuring himself, I tried, and failed before it dawned on me that unless he was in one of the cells as a condemned prisoner, I was utterly unable to sex him at all.
I was devastated beyond all reason; I stayed in the death cells only visiting Berserker to see how he was coping after my death. During this time, the need to sex the condemned prisoners kept getting stronger and stronger. After 2 years, the need was unbearable, I was desperate to relieve the constant mind destroying orgasm that was making my existence here as a ghost a daily hell. Of course when the time came that I finally caved into the sexual need, a dry spell of executions hit, there was none for nearly a year, and as my luck would have it, Berserker was sent to other prisons to conduct executions, and I was unable to go to where he was.
Near the end of the dry spell, the prison started to fill up again, by this time I was a broken soul, ready to do whatever I had to do in order to abate this accursed, non-stop, forever damned orgasm, even knowing that Berserker was back didn't ease my suffering. I was alone, none of my fellow spirits stopped by to visit at this time, and I couldn't blame them. They knew about my curse and they were jealous of me because of it. I told them I would let them go through this for one day just to get some peace from the ever demanding orgasm if it could be done.
The day that the first condemned prisoner was ensconced in their cell, I rejoiced knowing that I would soon have a chance to get my message out to Berserker. I would love to say that my first attempt with a condemned prisoner was a rousing success, but I can't, if it was, I wouldn't be talking to you right now. My first attempt wasn't by far graceful, it was a disaster to say the least. The first prisoner I approached was a young man who was to be beheaded for crimes so heinous I can't even mention what they were without going into a fit of rage. The first night after being put in his cell, and thinking that he was asleep for an hour, I made my approach to him. When I popped into his cell, I was quite surprised to see that he was awake and staring at the ceiling as if he were waiting for or thinking about something. I stood there for a few moments staring at him, rooted in fear before my needs finally overrode everything else. As I approached him, I slowly made my spirit visible so that he could see me. No sooner than I made myself visible to him, he saw me, and his reaction was one that I was not expecting. His eyes opened wide in shock and fright at the sight of me before he started screaming in terror. I held my paws to show him that I meant him no harm, as I tried to calm him down.
For the next couple of hours we basically danced around his cell before I finally cornered him. Once I had him in a position that prevented his escape from me, my curse reared its ugly head. I immediately lowered myself down to his cock and began to suckle it like a new born suckles its mother teat after birth, getting that neglected piece of meat rock hard. I watched his body tremble from fright as I greedily worked on him for a short while. It wasn't long before I knew that he was ready for the next step as I slowly led his lithe trembling body to the pile of straw that was his bed before gesturing for him to lie down, which he did reluctantly. No sooner was he lying down, than I was once again subject to my curse, sucking on his cock. It wasn't long before I stopped sucking in order to take that cock for a ride. GODS!!! You have no idea how wonderful it felt to have some hot, throbbing flesh buried deep into my tailhole again three years after my execution, I couldn't understand how a spirit like me was able to feel living flesh during sex, but during any other time. The moment his cock penetrated my inner ring, I was once again compelled to act against my will, and began to tell him my sordid story. As I related my tale of woe to him, his fear soon turned to lust as my motions finally eased his mind letting him know that I wasn't going to hurt him. All that night I rode him hard, telling my story in hopes that he would tell Berserker.
Soon the prisoner began to writhe in the throes of passion as he began his release into my ghostly body. The constant orgasmic ache that plagued me since my death suddenly manifested itself as my soul cried out in release as I shot gobs of ectoplasmic cum all over his writhing and twitching body. Soon my constant, all consuming orgasm was relegated to a dull ache that was immeasurably better than before. As I was removing my spirit off his cock, my attention was drawn to his face, and what I saw nearly destroyed me right then and there. Instead of seeing a happy, contented prisoner, I saw a face contorted in a death mask of terror. As I looked at him in horror, a movement caught my attention; it was the prisoner's spirit!
Though my actions were driven by my curse, I knew that it was my fault that he died from my actions. As I looked at him, an evil presence seemed to fill the cell as he looked around in fright. Before I could do anything, or even flee, a pair of what appeared to be demon rats popped next to him grabbing his arms. The male began screaming hysterically as the rats started to drag him away from me towards a distant firey point on the far wall of the cell. In no time at all, the two rats and the prisoner's spirit were gone. It was at that point that I thanked the gods above and below for sparing me such a fate.
I was devastated beyond all reason, I felt that it was my fault that the prisoner died from I did to him. After what happened, I avoided the death cells for nearly 7 months, molesting and raping my fellow spirits in a futile attempt to sate my everlasting orgasm. I was once again drawn back to the sells as my actions weren't making my afterlife and easier. Once I resumed my sorties into the deaths cells, I began to learn ways to safely approach those who were condemned to die and do what I needed to do without scaring them to death during the act. That is not to say that some did die, but eventually the tale I am telling you now began bending ears. Many a time I stood by as I watched my mate come to the cells calling out for me to show myself, and many a time he left disappointed and disgusted that I didn't answer him. I would have loved to appear before him and confirm everything he was hearing was true, but I couldn't, I was only able to appear before those like you. That is the nature of my curse, my soon to be dead prisoner. It won't be long before the guards come to take you to your date with death, I pray to the gods that you are braver than me when I died. Go and sleep peacefully.
Berserker:
Nheyma, Eisai 27
The day after the executions, I was in the prison kitchen making sure that the bodies from the executed prisoners were processed into food for the prison population, before going to my office to make my report to the king on how the executions went. One thing I was not surprised at was how fast the story about Ainoko's execution made it to the prisoners. Usually when I make my inspection rounds, the prisoners would treat me with a fearful respect, some crying for mercy to be released back to society, others would just hide in their cells whimpering in fright at my presence. Now, the scent of fear from the prisoners permeates throughout the prison, and whenever I near a group of inmates, they become quiet, looking at me warily. In a way this is pleasing as fighting amongst the prisoners has decreased to almost nothing.
It was later that day I heard story that shocked me beyond all reason. The story going around the prisoners was that when it came time for Ainoko to be beheaded, he tried to escape and in a fit of rage, I ripped his head off his body and proceeded to rape and skin it as his dying head watched. I don't know who started that story, but I surely wasn't about to challenge its source. Today I also began looking for my replacement as both head executioner and prison warden.
Dihya, Jadris 15
It has been a long, painful process getting over executing my soul-mate. It has been nearly three years since his beheading and I am a shell of the man I once was. No one is aware that I have given up on life and have been considering killing myself, the only thing keeping me going right now is the presence of Ainoko's pelt, mounted head and cock and balls, not to mention that if I were to kill myself, he would most likely kill me again on the other side. Out of all the trophies I have collected during my time as executioner, it is his that I treasure the most. There is nowhere that I go without his bits hanging around my neck and his pelt laying on my bed. No one dares to ask why I wear his cock and balls on a chain around my neck, and I am glad because it would be difficult to explain my reasons. I can say this there are some nights that his stuffed cock feels wonderful in me when I am having a difficult time or when I am feeling down.
Nheyma, Jadris 19
_ Three days ago the prison was in an uproar over the death of a prisoner who was to be beheaded that day. I was notified by the guards that he was found dead that morning, terror permanently etched on his muzzle. I knew that when the guards put him in his cell the night before he was alive and healthy and that morning, he was found dead on his mat. I ordered a full investigation to find out who got in the prison, killed him and left without leaving a trace, so far there has been no trace of them. There has been tales from some prisoners saying that they heard the condemned one screaming in fright after the moon was at its peak, and some guards has said that it might be one of the ghosts that supposedly inhabits the prison giving out their own special justice, I dismissed that notion as superstitious mumbo-jumbo._
Nasya, Lasthos 27
It's been nearly one year since that prisoner died in his cell and we have yet to find out who did the crime and how they managed to gain entrance to and leave the prison without alerting any guards. I can't believe that it has been nearly four years since the execution that forever changed my life for the worse. I have been hearing stories from some of the condemned prisoners that they were visited by a spirit a couple of days before their date with death. One thing that I find odd with their stories is that the spirit sexes them every night until I take their lives. I told the guards to listen and to step up their rounds as we have an intruder in the prison that is sneaking in, fucking the prisoners and leaving without getting caught. I want that person so that I can make a public example of him or her.
Gkorta, Kovfrie 34
The deviant intruder made their move again last night after being quiet for the last three months. We definitely know that we are looking for a male as from what every condemned prisoner has told us, they were visited at night by a mysterious male. I have made it mandatory that the guards make their rounds every five minutes in the death cells to try and catch that accursed male in the act of sexing the soon to be executed. I had the prisoner that the male visited last night brought to my office for interrogation and learned that the male seemed to magically appear out of thin air before beginning to molest them.
Vilrna, Baxiaf 15
_ It's been five fucking years and that accursed male keeps getting in to the prison and molesting the condemned prisoners. He strikes during the day or night no matter frequently or random the guards make their rounds. I am beginning to think that the stories about this male being a spirit is true. I hear the same things about this male, he is a tall, black furred male who suddenly appears or seems to slowly become visible to the condemned prisoner before he sexes them. I have decided that this time next week, I will play the role of a condemned prisoner for a few days to lure the male out and capture him; it will stop right then and there._
Vilrna, Baxiaf 31
_ My world has been turned upside down and I have begun to question the world around me after my experience last week. I was visited by the male three times during my stay, and discovering who he was opened my eyes like never before. The mysterious male was none other than Ainoko! It was he who killed that prisoner six years ago trying to get his message to me, it was him who was visiting all those condemned prisoners all these years, telling his story and hoping that one day I will hear it. I did, straight from the ghost's muzzle._ I have begun destroying all my trophies of the prisoners I had executed prior to Ainoko as well as Ainoko's in hopes of setting them free from the torment that I may have put them through all these years. The grief that is consuming me right now is unbearable and needs to be atoned for. Ainoko I beg your forgiveness for what I am about to do tonight.
Finale:
Berserker:
After completing my journal entry and closing the book, I got up and left my office. Before closing the door, I tacked a note to the frame and slowly walked down the passage to where the execution equipment was stored. When I got there I began assembling the guillotine that was used all those years ago to behead my beloved soulmate. Knowing that the device was ready for its last task I lay down on it, securing the neck block over my neck before grasping the release line.
"Ainoko, please be here when I die, I want to feel you in my arms once more before I am taken to the firey pits os the hells for this crime I am about to commit." I softly whispered as I quickly pulled the rope, releasing the sharp blade.
My eyes opened in shocked surprise as I saw Ainoko suddenly appear, running towards me right as the blade came to a sudden stop, forever severing my head from my body. The sharp pain from my severed head hitting the stone floor was nothing compared to the anguish that Ainoko was going through. When my head finally came to a rest on its side, I watched in morbid interest as my body violently tumbled off the guillotine in its death throes blood, semen, piss and other materials in it were released as the muscles finally relaxed. Soon my vision began to fade as my brain began to die from the lack of air. Just before my vision and consciousness faded for good, I saw a tall tattered green rabbit appear next to Ainoko, his paw on his shoulder keeping him from running towards me.
Ainoko:
I was walking through the death cells after telling my story to a prisoner when the orgasm that was a constant source of irritation to my spirit suddenly ceased. I stood there in shocked silence as the realization finally hit me that Berserker got my message. I was free to cross over to wait for his time to cross over to be with me!! I popped over to his home to discover that he wasn't there, popping to his office, I got the same result. When I found the note on his office doorframe, I felt icy claws dig into my spirit after reading it, I focused on him as hard as I could to get to where he was at to try and stop him from what he was about to do. I was too late. I popped into the weapons room just as the guillotine blade dropped severing his head. I saw his eyes latch on to me, sadness filling them as the spark of life slowly left him. Just as I was about to rush to his head, I felt a paw land on my shoulder stopping me from doing what I needed to do. Looking back, I saw the reaper rabbit Jack stoically standing there.
"Why?" Was all that I could ask sadness and despair filling me to the core.
"It is not over yet Ainoko," He said softly, "It is a good thing that you are here. For what happenes next, concerns both of you."
I stood there frightened as I watched Berserker finally die, hoping that he will appear here in this room. I yelped in surprise as I saw a soft glow emanate from both his head and body before fading away, leaving his spirit standing next to the guillotine in one piece. When Jack removed his paw from my shoulder, it was all the confirmation that I needed to run over to him. I tightly hugged him, happy for the first time in the years since my execution, I felt him return the hug, just as tightly.
"AHEM" came a soft voice from behind us, "I need to give you two some important information before you celebrate too much."
We stopped hugging each other at those words, fear once again engulfing my soul, and most likely engulfing his as well.
"Ainoko," The reaper rabbit said, "You have fulfilled the terms of what you called your curse. You have done your job and will be passing on to your next life. Berserker, you are to be commended for your loyalty to your job. I know how hard it is to do something that you don't want to do, however, you did have one chance to save Ainoko's life had you the courage to do so, that was to defy your King and Ainoko's Master and make him your only slave. Had you done so, there were those who would have defended you for your decision, however, you went and performed your task like you were supposed to. As I have said, had you gone and defied your orders, the two of your would have lived a long, happy life together.
"You have more than atoned for your actions the past ten years, and will be crossing over with Ainoko to your next life, but before you two go, let me tell you this. Had you have killed yourself after executing Ainoko, you would have been sent to the lowest pits of hell. You lived for ten years after his execution doing what you could to make up for your mistake, despite not know why you were doing what you did. Now go, the two of you have all eternity with each other."
_When the two of heard that he wasn't going to the lowest pits of hell for killing himself, we rejoiced, hugging each other tighter than before. As for what could have been? That is all it could be, could have been. It was fate that brought us together when I was knocking on deaths door. Somewhere deep in my soul I was being drawn towards Berserker, and the same thing was happening to him. Not even death was able to keep us apart for long. Would we do this again if we could? Most likely yes, but why would we want to come back to this life when we have all eternity to explore new and different lives? Even if we do rejoin the mortal realm on occasion, we know that we will always find each other, no matter what species or sex we are or how many worlds apart we are, we will always be together. _