\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.
once I learn the BB Code to link all four parts, this will do for now.
"Crime and Punishment - Part One" : www.furaffinity.net/view/4242215/
"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" : Here
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\n\t\t\t\t\tsalkafardark AKA \n\t\t\t\t\tsalkafarBerserker (c)
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Jack (c)
\n\t\t\t\t\tdriprat (his appearance is with permission and is non-cannon)Now on to the fourth and final part of the mini-story...
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My Execution
By: Ainoko Ironrose
Art by: Salkafar
Jack (c) :icondriprat: (his appearance in this story is with his creators permission and is non-cannon)
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