"Patricide « on: October 26, 2016, 11:22:33 pm »" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/BZP56ExP Created on: Thursday 27th of October 2016 02:25:29 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:24:35 AM UTC Patricide « on: October 26, 2016, 11:22:33 pm » Quote Patricide Finally, the day came. Lan and I were to pay the price for what we have done. I never regret it. If allowed to choose again, I would still do it. No, of course, I was frightened. Anyone facing such dire end would, I guess. Together, we were to be taken out from our cell and paraded all around the town, wearing only our dudou and underpants before being dragged onto the wooden platform to be beheaded. Yes, I feared the unknown of what lies beyond the sharp pain. But I also harbored a secret joy: I can die with her finally. I would be hers till eternity and she, mine. We were born in the same month, though a year apart. She is one year older than me; my elder sister by a different father. My mother, after the death of her first husband, became one of the many concubines of my father, a loan-shark without any moral. She had no other option as her husband left her nothing. Fortunately, or unfortunately, she was very beautiful and hence she became of his playthings, discarded to one side after having enough fun with her body. A year later I was born. It meant nothing to the man who was supposed to be my father. He had so many children anyway and he only cared for getting a son, denied him so far though he had a harem of women kept. Lan’s fate was even more pitiable. Her mother, like mine, became one of his concubines when he took her in lieu of her father’s debt. “Another girl! Puff!” He roared when Lan’s mother gave him another daughter. He almost had Lan drowned. It was only when he felt he would lose face if the others came to learn of such infanticide as he was a vain person and could not stand any humiliating remarks such as he could not afford to raise another daughter. My mother died when I was less than one year old. Out of kindness, Lan’s mother put me under her wings, though she also suffered abuses now and then from the man who shared her bed once in a long while. So, Lan and I grew up together, as sisters. I could still remember how we played in the small garden located in a corner of the huge mansion. “Xiaochun, where are you?” I could hear her call out, her eyes blind-folded by a piece of fabric from discarded clothes. I was giggling while hiding behind a huge rock, brought in all the way from Tai Wu, the lake famous for producing rocks in strange shapes which were ideal as garden reliefs. It was so funny to see her reeling about, her hands stretched out to feel her way as she could see nothing. It was not until the strange sound less than a few steps from me that I turned and watched in horror a huge dog growling at me. I knew to whom this dog belonged to: my father. He had kept many of these to act as guards outside the house where he kept his gold taels. One of them must have got loose. They were fierce and only obeyed the commands of their master. It was said that a thief was once killed by these dogs. There was no way to know if that was true as the body was never found. This gave us creeping feelings even more. Now, one of these beasts were within pouncing distance from me and I could see those sharp white teeth, ready to sink into my tender flesh. I wanted so much to flee but my legs refused to move. Instead, I was shaking all over, thinking that this would be the end of me. The animal was ready to pounce me any time when suddenly a piece of rock caught it between its eyes. It was enraged and was about to dart forward to the person who dared wounding it when my sister sent another piece which landed on the nose. Whining, the beast fled with its tail between its legs. I collapsed on the ground. “Xiaochun, Xiaochun, please do not die…please do not leave me alone in this world…” I heard her say though my eyes were closed. It was the loveliest music to my ears. We grew up quietly, unnoticed. Then, Lan’s mother passed away. Our father hardly gave us a glance at our thin bodies and unattractive faces. We were given to the maids to cater our needs and we hardly saw him afterwards. We were lucky. My father never knew how I became prettier and prettier. And Lan, my sister, had become a rare beauty. She was slender with heavenly endowed proud breasts, limpid eyes that reminded me the summer pond and from her body wafted a fragrance like that carried from a lotus by the summer wind. The sight of her was the most precious gift for me every morning. I felt so safe when I nagged myself next to her when we went to bed. She was a god-sent to me and I would not mind being left alone in this world, devoid of the love of parents. It was most natural that, upon reaching puberty, we became secret lovers. I never knew a female body could be so stunningly beautiful, the sound uttered in our ecstasies so pleasing to the ears. She taught me how to reach climax after climax. I never knew from where she learned of such things. Perhaps it was her nature, like a flower in bloom that knew how to attract a bee to its biddings. There was one thing I was terrified though. What would happen to me if one day she was to be married off? We knew this would happen. We saw our other half-sisters being sent away, some happily, the rest distressed. To our father, we were just like merchandise hoarded for the highest bidder. If he discovered we had long since become damaged goods, he would without the slightest doubt, had us killed, or worse, have us sold to the local brothel. A brothel might not sound too bad compared to this ivory cage. But I might never see Lan again. She could be sold to a different establishment, or even to another county. We prayed this would not happen too soon. It did not happen. One night, when we were aroused by sight of the reflection of a pale moon in the pond, we started to embrace each other, whispering endearments. Then, the clothes were discarded and we were in each other’s arms. Lan cupped my breasts and sucked my nipples. I moaned, urging her to push her fingers into me and go deeper and deeper. In our ecstasy, we let our long hair fly in circles, a display of our emotions and lust. The world no longer mattered. We had found each other and nothing could separate us. We thought. We did not notice the sound of footsteps until the door was kicked open. We froze in horror when our father stood at the door, gazing at our naked bodies. We thought he would punish us, drove us out of his house, or even had us killed. He did none of such things. Instead, he pushed me aside, forced Lan on her back and quickly mounted her! “Stop! Father! She is your daughter!” I shouted. “So what? What does it matter? You two are sisters too! I can bed any woman I want except my own mother! Keep quiet and stand to one side! You will have turn later.” Lan was shrieking, hoping this would alarm the servants and maids to come to our rescue. It was not to be. No one dared intervene. He forced wide her legs and I could hear the gasp of Lan when he entered her. “No! Father, please stop! Punish us, kill us, but stop this…!” Lan was pleading. He merely laughed and pushed harder. I jumped at him but he was too strong and had me thrown to the tiled floor. A stool tumbled and I saw something shining. He screamed when he felt the blades entered his back. It was the pair of scissors Lan and I used in our embroidery work. He collapsed, twitching on bed in pain. Lan pushed him off her naked body and backed off him into a corner. I knew I must finish the job. He would be merciless if he would survive this. I pulled out the pair of scissors and brought it down again. His eyes were open wide in fear. Then, he reached for the handle of the pair of scissors still sticking in his back and pulled it out. I knew what he was going to do next. I backed off a few steps, felt the wall behind me and knew I was cornered. I saw the pair of scissors raised in his left hand, ready to bring it down onto my naked chest…. Then, he fell like a stone, another pair of scissors, smaller in size but no less lethal, was embedded into his spine. His body convulsed a few times. We smelled something repugnant between his thighs and then he stopped moving. “I killed him! I killed my father!” Lan put her bloodied hands over her face and sobbed. “No, Lan. WE killed him. We did this together.” I corrected her. “No, it was me. You only wounded him. It was I who delivered the final blow.” Lan said. “Is there any difference?” I said calmly. “Just to make sure…” Saying this, I bent down, pulled the blades from the back and brought it down again; this time, into his neck. “What are you doing…?” Lan was horrified. “He deserved to die! He is a beast! Not human!” I spat on the body at my feet. “But they will never believe us. They will execute us!” “I know. There is nowhere we can escape. But you can save yourself. Go and wash and then report the case to the magistrate. Say that I, Shan Xiaochun, have killed her father alone. I am not afraid.” Lan looked me in the eyes. Then, smiling, she pulled out the instrument of death and brought it down again… “No, we will go together. I am no longer afraid.” There was no trial. We admitted our doings without need of torture. The magistrate was understanding though. Normally, people who killed their parents would be put to death by the cruel form of thousand-cuts. He merely sentenced us to be beheaded. We were taken down to the cells. There we would wait for the documents to be sent to the imperial capital as all death sentences had to be approved by the Central Legal Ministry who acted in the name of the emperor. Only when the sentences were approved could execution be carried out. The only exceptions were those who committed rebellions which would be put to death immediately. Other condemned prisoners would linger in their cells until the arrival of autumn which was the season for execution as they believed it was the period of the year that the decayed would perish, like falling leaves. We were lucky. It was already late summer. We would not have to wait too long. When the men in charge of the jail came to us at night, we were not surprised. Women prisoners were often abused, especially the prettier ones. With Lan, she could expect no mercy as she was so stunningly beautiful. I, too, could be regarded as a rare treasure awaiting death. So, they came one by one during some nights; in pairs or even groups during others. Lan and I did not give fight. We would be corpses soon anyway. So, why not let our bodies be used as solace for these poor souls? At first, they did it rough, tearing off our dudou and ramming us hard. But soon, they showed more respect and the ravishing became more tender, even sometimes enjoyable. We were often mounted side by side. I could hear her moaning and this drove me to ecstasy even before the man opposite me entered me. In return for our “favors”, the men in charge sometimes took our cangues away and Lan and I could make love in the dark. We would kiss and embrace and Lan would guide my palms to her proud breasts. They were so lovely: round and full with tiny pointed nipples. If there was anything that would make me long to live longer, it was the privilege to let me make love to my half-sister… But all things good would come to an end one day. The leaves on the branches of the tree outside our cell, which we could see through the barred window, began to fall. It was autumn: the season for executions. One by one, the prisoners were taken out daily. None returned. On the fifth day, the woman in charge of our cells put down two trays with lavish food and wine before us. We knew what it meant. They were supposed to be our last meals. “Congratulations!” She said. “You two ladies would be on your way tomorrow.” We bowed to thank her and she was exceptionally kind that day. We knew the reason. By this time on the following day, we would not be alive. And she was afraid we would come back and haunt her. She let us washed our bodies clean, had our hair combed and oiled. Then as a formality, we were told to sleep on the bed of blunt nails with our necks and feet secured. It was most uncomfortable as we could not even turn our heads for the whole nights. But we did not complain. If they acted strictly per rules, this should be our beds for all the nights. They were already merciful and we were grateful. Early in the morning, we were allowed to attend our toileting. It would be such an embracement if we lost our control on the execution ground. After that, she stripped off our underwear which had become rags, used a dry cloth to rub us clean and then dressed us in the ochre garb of the condemned. “Lan, you are so beautiful!” I said. Even in such simple garment, Lan was like a fairy. I secretly lusted to fondle those proud breasts beneath the garb but of course this was not allowed. “You too, Xiaochun.” She smiled. We were taken out to the temple of the jail and there, we had to kowtow to the fearsome looking statues who were supposed to possess the power to know who was guilty and who was innocent. I wondered what judgment would they pass on us. Were we guilty? Yes and no. But who cares? This was a fitting end for me. We then passed the dark corridors and were presented at the courthouse. There, the magistrate announced our crimes and befitting punishment, ordered the constables to rip our outer garments off, leaving the plain ochre dudou and then had our arms and wrists bound by ropes. Next, long placards with our names on them and the punishment to be meted out written were pushed between our backs and the tight ropes. For us, it was beheading for patricide. We were taken out of the courthouse. Lan, being the elder sister, would be forced to ride the wooden donkey as the chief culprit. I was to walk behind her all the way. The wooden donkey was a cruel instrument both to hurt and to humiliate. An opening was made on the underside of the red pants of my sister and then she was lifted to sit on the back of the wooden beast where a piece of wood cut into the form of a penis would glide up and down with every turn of the wheels. The wooden thing would go in and out of my sister’s vagina and this would cause bleeding and, they claimed, arousal for sluts! I had volunteered to take her place but this was not allowed. So, the wooden donkey was pushed all the way through the narrow alleys of the town, parading at the four gates as examples to warn of potential offenders. We were cursed and spat upon. Some even tried to hit us with rotten eggs. Fortunately, they missed their marks. We finally arrived at the execution ground. A wooden platform had been built. There was still blood at the rim as they had been used for the past few days. There was one long pole a little distance to the right. It was waiting for our heads. I suddenly felt a surge of arousal as I realized that my head would be hanged next to Lan’s. Now, she would never be taken away from me. We were born in the same month but not in the same year. At least, we would die together in the same hour of the same day. I knew they would strip our dudou after beheading us and let dogs feast on our flesh before dumping what was left of it into a common grave north of the city. That was the resting place for all those condemned to be executed. A common grave! That was just heavenly for me. The officer in charge of the execution mumbled some sentences which were all lost to us. In any case, all he would say was that the punishment was just and that our bodies would be exposed for three days after the execution. The executioners dragged us to a spot cleared for the purpose. Two holes had been dug out so that the blood from our neck stumps would fill it. They pulled the placard off Lan’s bacs, had it thrown to the ground. I wished so much to be the first one to die so that I could wait for my sister in the underworld to cross the River of the Dead together. But this was not to be. The assistant took hold of the tip of Lan’s long shiny hair and pulled it tightly to the front. She exposed her neck and the executioner brought down the broad sword. My heart sank when I saw her head, attached to the hair, flew from her torso. By the time, the assistant picked it up, Lan’s torso was already lying on the platform, breasts-pressed against the wood with hot blood spraying into the prepared hole. Her feet kicked several times, the fingers locked together and then let loose again, only to lock again for a few more times before all movements stopped. Then, the executioner cut the ropes that had bound her, gave the body a kick to turn it over and ripped the dudou from her body. The breasts bounced as if Lan was still alive. Such beautiful tits and rosy nipples! The head was put on a wooden tray and it waited at the side until it could be presented to the officer-in-charge to examine, together with mine. Now, my placard was pulled from my back and it landed in front of me with a thud. I could see my name, Shan Xiaochun, crossed out by ink to signify that I would no longer be one of the living. I felt tip of my hair pulled forward; I felt the kiss of the noon sun. I felt also the dampness between my thighs. They laughed as they thought I had urinated out of fear. But it was not urine. It was the fluid of pleasure aroused by my lust. Yes, come Death! Let me die like a whore so that I will continue to be my sister’s whore! Let my head fly, my blood spray and fill the pit before me. Let my head hang next to my sister’s and feed my naked torso to the hungry dogs! It was a fitting end for an unfilial daughter, they said. To me, this was just heaven… (End)