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This is the first part of four that I got from
\n\t\t\t\t\tsalkafardark AKA \n\t\t\t\t\tsalkafar. I will be posting each pic as I finish it's part of a related mini-story that I am writing to go with the pic series.WARNING THE REST OF THE PICS AND STORY MAY BE DISTURBING AND CAN AND POSSIBLY CAUSE NIGHTMARES, CONSTANT PAWING OFF AND/OR EROTIC DREAMS.
BY VIEWING THE PICS AND READING THE MINI STORY, YOU *THE VIEWER* WILL NOT HOLD ME LIABLE FOR ANY TRAUMA RESULTING FROM PROCEEDING FURTHER TO THE COMING STORY.
This will be the ONLY clean pic in the series.
once I learn the BB Code to link all four parts, this will do for now.
"Crime and Punishment - Part One" : Here
"Crime and Punishment - Part Two" : www.furaffinity.net/view/4376314/
"Crime and Punishment - Part Three: : www.furaffinity.net/view/4496773/
"Crime and Punishment - Part Four" : www.furaffinity.net/view/4684586/
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Now on to the first part of the mini-story...
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My Execution
By: Ainoko Ironrose
Art by: Salkafar
Part One:
Ainoko:
\t"...Are henceforth sentenced to death by beheading for crimes against the King and your Master. Your crimes are many including..."
The executioner said as he began reading off the list of my crimes both real and imagined. To say that I was frightened was a gross understatement, I was beyond scared, and I was terrified. I knew that within the next two hours, I would be meeting the gods for my final judgement, and it was something that I was not ready for. I looked around at the assembled crowd, wishing that they didn’t have to be present, but knowing that they had no choice either. I stood there stoically; wondering what would their reactions be when they hear my final request. I knew that it was out of the norm, but at this point, I didn’t care, I wanted something that my fellow slaves and the citizens of this oppressed town would remember and talk about for a long time.
My executioner, Berserker, was the first to hear my last request. I decided to talk to the Hyon shortly after hearing my sentence three weeks ago once I knew what I wanted. He was very surprised at my request, and told me that he would have to consult with my Master and the King as they were the ones that I harmed from the crimes I committed. I was equally surprised to see Berserker the next evening at my cell to tell me that my request will be granted with the condition that I ‘confess’ to the crimes that I was convicted of and a few others that were not solved. After that, I was locked into a secluded cell that was extremely bare, meant to deprive me of any kind of stimulation save for the sparse light from the minuscule window on the far wall, and the constant dripping of liquid.
Before I was put in the cell, I was stripped of all clothing and chained mid-air by my arms and legs. Then a tube was put in my muzzle before it was tied shut to keep me from spitting it out. They knew that I was not going to fight them over this but they told me that it had to be this way if either my former Master or the King were to show up to see that I was properly restrained. Once done, the tube in my muzzle began to release a slow but steady drip of a heavily flavored liquid, not so fast to make me choke on it, but slow enough so that I could breathe easily. I knew what this was for; it was to keep me from making a nasty mess once my head was removed from my body.
During the time I was in the cell, I prayed to the gods to give me the courage to face my death like a man and not like a cowed and mistreated cur on the streets. I prayed daily for their forgiveness and for a favorable judgement for the afterlife. The only way that I was able to tell the passage of time was when the guards came every four hours to walk me through the prison blindfolded. Even though I couldn’t see where I was led, I knew from the catcalls from those confined to their cells that they liked what they saw. I blushed furiously everytime a prisoner made the offhand remark about it is a crime that such a prize piece of tender meat was going to waste on the guillotine. There was one day that I heard one prisoner cry out in pain after he managed to reach out and stroked my naked and exposed cock, before an unknown guard flicked my erection very painfully, causing it to quickly go limp.
Two days before my date with the guillotine and death, my executioner came in to my cell and removed the feeding tube that was in my muzzle. He told me that my body needed time to purge what they were feeding me. He then had the guards remove me from my restraints before moving me to the last place I would sleep in. When we got there, I almost started to cry in utter frustration, I was put into a cage that was in the center of the prison’s bath house. I was surrounded by men, nothing but men! The guards made it difficult for me to violate the agreement that was made, by chaining my paws over my head and my feet spread apart with a bar and my tail tied to the collar around my neck, so that I could not even get some relief (It was if they actually thought that I would even sully my honor like that). All I could do was watch as my fellow prisoners enjoy each other for the next two days as I came close to losing my sanity a few times. By the time the day of my execution came, I was already broken to the point that I was ready to kill myself, I would have done that deed if it wasn’t for me being bound the way I was.
When the day finally came, I was taken from my cage and thoroughly cleaned from head to toe, inside and out. Once finished, I was once again shackled and led out to the caged cart for my ride to the guillotine. I sat down in the middle of the cage, staring out the back in reflection of what was still to come, and began crying silent, invisible tears. I cried this way for the long ride to my final appointment, not because I was ashamed, but because I did not want those were going to watch my beheading see a pathetic, broken man.
In what seemed like eternity, I arrived at the guillotine, just in time to see them testing the machine. I watched as they raised the blade before setting a log that was about the size of a person’s neck on the block before dropping the blade. I winced inside each time I saw the blade drop the five feet as its razor thin edge cleanly sliced the log in two. I looked around to see the other condemned prisoners who were sentenced to the same fate as me, they were shaking in fright and begging for a reprieve to live another day. I knew that soon they would be on the guillotine, hood over their heads, waiting for the executioner to pull the lever and drop the blade, and severing their head. Over the course of the next two hours, I watch the other ten condemned get their crimes and sentence read out to the spectators before losing their heads to the guillotine.
Then it was my turn…
So now I wait here, paws shackled behind my back, my ears flat against my head in fright, my mouth dry as a bone, and shiver in fright watching others clean up the guillotine for my coming execution.
“Ainoko Ironrose, you have pleaded guilty to the crimes mentioned in the decree and stand here to face your punishment. But before we proceed with your beheading, I understand that you have made a last request, and as your executioner, I will be the one to make that request happen.” My executioner said as he continued reading from the document in front of him. “In accordance with the laws laid down by our King and his advisors, your request is granted. Your request to be publicly used by your executioner, the popular Berserker, as your fellow citizens and slaves watch is granted, you have also asked to be able to watch the blade as it drops severing your head is also granted. The only reason that your last requests have been granted is that you have taken responsibility for your actions and have expressed deep regret for then as well. When you cross over to the other side after your beheading, may the Gods and Demons have mercy on your soul.”
At that Berserker, rolled up the scroll and gave it to one of the guards by my side. He then looked into my eyes as a look of sadness seemed to cloud them. He then reached out and pulled me into his embrace to give me a hug, while he was hugging me, he whispered that it was a shame that he had to be the one to pull the cord that would permanently remove my head from my body. I had no idea what he had meant by that and could say nothing to him either way to make it easier for him to do what I had requested of him.
When he finally pulled away from our embrace, what happened next m