Jane's Execution

The day of Jane’s execution was bright and sunny and the town square was soon crowded with the villagers. The numbers were swelled by visitors from outlying hamlets and other villages. A number of enterprising souls set up stands selling ale and wine, whilst others sold different foods. The man roasting a whole pig on a spit proving the greatest attraction. The children of the village had been gathered together early and taken to a distant field to play for the day, the spectacle not being one for them.

At the centre of the square a platform some four feet high and ten feet by ten feet in width and length had been constructed. In the centre of the platform stood a heavy wooden X shaped cross. This had a number of leather straps dangling from its beams. It was surrounded by wooden supports that framed it. Just outside the frame were three large levers.

The villagers began to crowd closer to the platform. Some lifted older or smaller townsfolk to sit or kneel on the edge. Further back some of the fitter villagers climbed trees in order to gain an unobstructed view.

At the appointed hour the buzz of chatter changed as Jane was led by two guards through the crowd towards the platform. Ahead of her the woman walked solemnly carrying with her the proclamation that the witchfinder had signed. Alongside her the executioner, a shaven headed and thickset man walked staring blankly ahead. There were catcalls and cries of anger from the crowd. “Kill the witch”, “You are going to die witch”, “shame on you witch for trying to corrupt our children”. The woman listened to the cries with great pleasure and satisfaction. She glanced over her shoulder at Jane who was looking from side to side pure terror on her face, and felt an intense rush of pleasure.

Once the party had reached the platform Jane was brought to the front held by either arm by the guards. She trembled with fear but did not struggle as she knew well that would be hopeless. The woman opened the witchfinder’s decree and declared in a clear loud voice “By the power assigned to me by a sovereign appointed witchfinder I do declare that Jane Green of the Manor has been found guilty of witchcraft. I further declare that this day she shall be put to death by means of impalement. This process should be extended to the extent possible, with the condition that the witch is dead by sundown.”

The loud cheer from the crowd drowned out Jane’s desperate cries and pleas for mercy. “I’m innocent” she sobbed as the executioner stepped in front of her and in one yank ripped the white linen shift she had been wearing from her body throwing the torn material to the ground. As she cried out the executioner and the guards forced Jane backwards where the executioner strapped her to the cross. Once the leather straps at her wrists and ankles were fastened, Jane was held firmly in place spreadeagled on the cross. The guards stepped away and the executioner then pulled other straps tight around each of Jane’s thighs . Finally, he secured her upper arms in place. He stood back, and satisfied that his victim would not be able to twist too far out of the position that he wanted. He stepped back and bowed to the woman.

The woman again addressed the crowd. “The witch has been prepared for this process carefully over the last days” she said. “She has been denied red meat, kept away from all of the herbs and potions that she relies upon and most critically bathed twice daily in holy water. This will have removed her immunity to damage in vital parts of her body such that her execution can take place. You will notice too that her body hair has been shaved this is a key factor in reducing her powers”.

The villagers at the front could indeed see that Jnae’s mons was now naked with her labia clearly visible for its whole length.

The woman looked at Jane strapped helpless to the cross, her upper lip was trembling helplessly and tears ran down her cheeks. The woman  turned and nodded to the executioner “let the execution begin”.

Stepping to the side of the cross the executioner pulled the outer lever and the cross swung backwards with a bang, ending up at an angle of around 45 degrees. Jane was thus held, tilted backwards and those villagers near the front could now look up directly between her legs to the neat lips of her cunt.

From the other side of the frame the executioner took the impalement post. It was four feet long and two and a half inches in diameter. The ends were rounded. “You’ve lost the point of your spear” a man near the front shouted causing a ripple of laughter. The executioner turned and looked steadily at the man who had shouted causing the laughter to quickly subside. “A spear point is sharp” the executioner said loudly “it cuts flesh causing sharp short-lived pain. This post is thick and rounded, it will stretch flesh slowly, this will allow me to find the limits of the strength of flesh. This post when limits are exceeded will burst and tear flesh rather than cut it. This post will make her suffering far greater”.

Jane had raised her head and was staring at him open mouthed in horror. “No, no, no please no” her words gave way to a prolonged squeal as she felt him press the top of the post against the entrance to her vagina.

The executioner gradually increased the pressure watching as the tip of the post pressed against Jane’s labia. Her vaginal lips were turned inwards by the pressure and he could see the skin beginning to stretch as he forced the post into her  tight cunt. The membranes inside Jane’s vagina were dry and her deeper muscles taught in pain and terror. She began to emit keening cries of pain as the executioner slowly forced the post past her resistant flesh. As the executioner worked the post further into Jane’s vagina, the dry cunt walls gripped the post making it difficult to work the post inside her but he was skilled and patient and after several minutes during which her shrieks of suffering had grown all the more urgent he could see from the markings on the post that he had embedded 5 inches.

The executioner had tried to learn as much as he could about the female body to help him with his trade. After some of his earlier executions he had found a doctor who was happy to cut the victim’s body open so that he could further his own knowledge. In return the doctor had explained the basic anatomy of the female to the executioner and answered his questions about how to inflict pain as clearly as he could.

As he pressed the post into Jane more firmly, he could detect an increase in resistance. This he knew to be called the cervix. It was the entrance to her deeper body and though designed to open in childbirth was too narrow for the post to penetrate in her current state. He would leave that for later.

He looked across to the woman. “It is time to see if the cleansing has worked” he said. With that he twisted the post violently clockwise around half a rotation. Inside her vagina the membranes that gripped the post so firmly were stretched so that the recently healed abrasions from her rape reopened. With a violent twist back, the executioner was rewarded with a satisfyingly loud shriek of agony as several new and deeper tears to the inner walls of her cunt began. For several more minutes the executioner twisted the post this way and that inside the shrieking woman whose body danced and writhed in agony, the straps that held her groaning slightly under the load. Once the executioner felt that it was getting quite easy to twist the post inside the woman, he knew that the damage he had inflicted was creating enough blood to lubricate the movement.

Moving the post down at a slight angle the executioner moved a flat board in a track on the floor of the platform forward and locked it in place with the post wedged against it. This held the post inside Jane. He stepped to the side of the cross to the right side of his crying victim and reaching down pulled gently at her labia to open her slightly. The woman stepped forward to look and was delighted to see the angry red skin with multiple tears inside the entrance to Jane’s cunt. If the skin is the same all the way up the woman thought triumphally then Jane’s agony would be exquisite. As if on cue, a drip of blood splashed from Jane’s vaginal entrance, followed rapidly by several more.

“The purification has worked” the woman told the villagers. “She bleeds”.

It took some time for the cheering this provoked to die down and the woman gained great pleasure looking out into the excited villagers before looking back to the crying woman suffering on her cross.

The executioner once again took up position between Jane’s legs and releasing the sliding board, took the post into his hands. He increased the pressure on the post gently at first wanting to be sure the blunt end was beginning to cause pain in the cervix, but not yet breach it. Satisfied with the results he pressed harder on the post and as the tip stretched Jane’s cervix up was rewarded with the most frantic animal screaming yet.

The pain was beyond anything that Jane had ever experienced and seemed to grow upwards until she felt as if her whole lower belly was on fire. The executioner was simply holding the pressure at the same level enjoying the frenzied suffering he was inflicting on the beautiful slim blonde.

Looking at the marks on the post he could see that there was almost seven inches of the instrument inside Jane. Looking up at her he tried to catch her eye. “You like numbers” he told her “We only have another forty one inches to go”. He chuckled.

Almost imperceptibly the executioner began to push harder and harder. Inside her body Jane’s cervix stretched still further upwards, dilating to almost an inch before the limits of her flesh were reached. It was the great skill of the executioner that he detected that limit and simply paused there enjoying the shrieks which occasionally gave way to extended gasping for breath her jiggling breasts bouncing as her rib cage heaved.

Finally the executioner decided it was time. Gripping the post firmly around three inched from Jane’s cunt he drove his bodyweight against the post.

There was a white-hot sensation of sharp agony that caused Janes body to go rigid as her cervix ruptured and then peeled back from the walls of her vagina as the post drove further into her body. With the knuckles pressed into Janes labia the executioner knew he had now embedded ten inches of the post into the woman. He was at the very entrance of her womb.

He realised that Jane had gone silent and for an instant was concerned that she may have died. Looking up he could see that in fact that pain was so great she was simply rigid, teeth grinding and breath coming in shallow heaves.      

Slowly the executioner worked the pole deeper into Jane’s body. There was little resistance as he edged three more inches of post inside her. Jane started to make strange grunting noises and he sensed that having destroyed the cervix he was now edging the top of the post into her uterus. He looked over at the woman who had moved closer and was staring with fascination at the post as it disappeared into Janes body.

“Can you feel the top of the womb yet?” she asked him. The executioner shook his head “an inch or too more yet I think” he replied.

In fact, in less than an inch further he felt the resistance that he had expected and was rewarded with the most plaintiff cry of suffering he had yet heard his victim produce. He looked up at her body and was pleased to see that the muscles in her belly and torso seemed to be spasming and cramping. Inside Jane the top of her uterus had been pressed further up into her stomach cavity, in a similar way as it would have stretched in pregnancy. With the tip of the post now irritating the wall of the uterus Jane began to have pain like the very worst period cramps she had ever experienced multiplied by ten.

Seeing how Jane spasmed and screamed the woman felt almost lightheaded with delight. “Ladies in the audience who suffer monthly pain may know a little of what she is feeling” she told the audience.

The executioner began to move the pole from side to side and up and down so that inside Janes body the post began pressing against other internal organs bruising and hurting rather than destroying them. As she howled and shook the executioner moved the pole in a way that pressed then crushed her bladder. A jet of piss shot from the helpless woman splashing the legs of the executioner and sending some of the smaller villagers, who had been lifted onto the edge of the stage into hysterical mirth. “She’s pissed herself” one of the old women  cried, words that were soon repeated with glee by other members of the crowd.

The executioner began turning the post once again. His idea was to create abrasion and irritation to the blood rich and sensitive walls of the uterus. Jane’s screams continued to be vigorous and the way her body shook and struggled against her bounds told him that she continued to suffer. He decided although she was weakening there was time left.

Pressing once more onto the post he tried to judge how far he could stretch her uterus into her without rupturing it. Like a great musician tempting a wonderful tune from an instrument he used the sense of resistance, the spasms of agony and the sound Jane made to extract maximum agony.

Once satisfied that he had stretched the uterus to the extent that he dare, the executioner pushed down hard on the outside of the post and saw with glee the distinct outline bulging on Janes belly just above her belly button. Lodging the pole once  again against the locking board the executioner moved to Jane’s side to inspect her belly. He reached out and stroked the taught skin where the top of the post was. Widening his grasp he dug his fingers more strongly into her skin squeezing hard against the post. He was rewarded by an almost inhuman guttural grunting from his victim which pleased him.

Stepping away from Jane he addressed the crowd. “If people would like to join us on the platform in small groups you can see more closely what is happening to this witch. Feel free to touch her body, indeed strike her if you see fit”.

At first there seemed to be hesitation but as the first people came up onto the platform others followed

For Jane, time seemed to stand still, a blur of faces peering at her. The feeling of shame as eager hands groped and felt her body interspersed with moments of profound suffering as someone struck her or crushed her close to the site of where the post was bulging her belly upwards. At one point she recognised the face of an old widow that she had allowed a rental holiday. The woman was peering at Jane and had both her hands on Janes belly. In her blurry confusion Jane thought that perhaps it was a sign of sympathy. Then, gripping the bulge of the post tightly the woman began throwing her full body weight back and forth enthusiastically, causing the flesh in Jane’s belly to ripple. The pain overwhelmed her and Jane retched puking a thin bile which ran over her chin and dribbled onto her breasts. The crowd cheered the woman on and as her bouncing became more enthusiastic the pain overcame Jane and she passed briefly into unconsciousness.

Using smelling salts, the executioner bought Jane around. Having satisfied himself that she was capable of taking more abuse the executioner allowed the remaining villagers their fun. By the time the last villager had filed from the stage Jane’s body was a mass of red marks, scratches and bruises. The angriest handprints were focussed on her belly where the post protruded, but elsewhere in particular her breasts there was vivid evidence of how the villagers had scratched and slapped the helpless blonde.

Jane was quiet now, her breath coming in long juddering gasps.  The sun in the sky was well past its mid-point. The executioner looked across to the woman. “It is time to rupture the womb” he said.

Releasing the post from the board the executioner withdrew it a short way before jabbing up sharply. The blow was not intended to tear Janes’s uterus yet but to cause a new level of suffering and he repeatedly battered the tip of the post hard against Jane’s internal organ. After several blows the pain in Jane’s insides became so intense that no other thought, sight or sound could penetrate. Her whole world became one of white-hot suffering and  her animal screams filled the air.

Only once the screams grew weaker did the executioner drive the post higher and harder, ripping through the top of Jane’s uterus and at the same time pulling part of the uterus away from her birth canal. As she ruptured Jane’s screams abruptly stopped her head was raised staring down between her legs at the executioner. She sank back with a low agonised moan.

The blood rich uterus is fed by a significant artery and as Jane bled heavily internally, the blood flow from between her legs increased. Blood dripped steadily from all around the post and the pool of blood on the platform beneath her steadily grew.

Jane’s blood loss was not a concern in the short term, but the executioner knew it was time to move on. Moving to the levers beyond the cross he pressed the first lever in the opposite direction and straining slightly raised the cross to upright so that Jane was once again horizontal. The post dangling from her body and just about touching the platform. The executioner knelt and screwed a cupped device into the track in the platform directly beneath Jane. Lifting the pole slightly he placed the end into the device and then tightened a bolt so that the pole was held upright directly beneath the cross and the suffering woman.

Undoing a latch, he allowed a trapdoor to open directly below the right leg of the cross. He repeated this for the left leg. When he was ready, he could now drop Jane and the cross through the platform. The post held firmly in the centre beam would remain in place and Jane would only come to a stop when her cunt hit the cross beam.

He sensed the villagers crowding ever closer. The edge of the platform was now full, with excited eyes looking from the dying blonde to him. “We are nearly ready” he said.

He retrieved the listening device the doctor had sold him and held it to Jane’s chest. It confirmed that her heart like most people was somewhat on the left of her chest. Placing the device down he knelt once again on the floor and adjusted the cup device that held the post in such a way as to angle the post to the right.

Then he stood again to address the villagers. “Shortly” he told them “We will finish the witch off. When the cross is released, it will fall through the platform and drive her body down onto the post that has already caused her so much torment. If all goes to plan the post will miss her heart, will tear through her lungs and will exit her body through her right shoulder”.

He paused to allow the excited murmuring to die back before continuing. ”If we are lucky her death will take quite some minutes and we can watch her suffer right to the very end”.

He turned to look at Jane, her eyes were clouded with pain, but he believed that she had understood him and he saw real fear in her face. He had one further torment for the pretty blonde first though.

From the bag of tools that he carried, the executioner took two devices that each consisted of two rounded bars around five inches long held together by a powerful spring. With some difficulty he prised the bars open and worked them over Jane’s left breast. Jane’s breasts were quite small and so he called to the woman “Can you assist me please madam, we need to ensure that as much of her flesh as possible is gripped by the device”. Stepping in alongside him the woman took hold of Jane’s left nipple and pulling hard managed to manipulate as much of her flesh as possible inside the bars. With her other hand she worked a little more of the firm mammary material into the device. Satisfied the executioner allowed the bars to snap shut. Jane shrieked in pain and the woman almost laughed to see how her left breast was now almost comically distended with the bars closed to a width of less than an inch bulging the remaining mass of soft flesh away from Jane’s chest. The executioner now attached a ratcheted locking mechanism to the bars and he cranked even harder closing the bars to around half an inch in width. Jane’s breast skin was stretched taught over the bars, her nipples had been pulled flat against her aureole and ripples of stretched flesh showed on her ribcage.

Satisfied the executioner turned his attention to the right breast and with the woman now understanding the process better they quickly secured a satisfactory result.

The executioner reached up to the top of the frame that supported the cross and released the four wires he needed. Two wires were attached to each of the mechanisms that gripped Jane’s breasts. A central pully system allowed the executioner to pull the wires upwards so that Jane’s breasts were stretched from her body. Cranking the pully as far as he could the executioner went to check the readiness of his victim.

Jane’s breasts were going an unhealthy shade of purple as the bars crushed and compressed them. The skin on her ribcage on the other side of the was stretched taught and was deathly white by comparison. He noted too with interest the way a length of her underarm skin was pulled tightly out of shape.

The executioner turned to the crowd “Before we kill her, we are going to de-breast her” he announced. There was a loud cheer of excitement and he saw that the woman was staring at him with a beaming smile on her face. He was confident now that his payment would be generous.

Returning to the lever system he engaged the counterweight system that would cause the cross to drop only slowly. It would drop by approximately one inch every ten seconds. He turned to look at the crowd again “in this mode the cross drops only slowly, lets see how far a witch can stretch shall we”. He pulled the release lever.

There was a faint whirr and a clicking sound as the cross began almost imperceptibly to descend. After around five seconds Jane began to shriek frantically as her tortured breasts were stretched further and further from her torso. After twenty seconds even the people further back in the crowd could see how far her breasts were being stretched from her rib cage. Jane shrieked and howled in agony, her head thrashing from side to side. At thirty seconds there was a loud pop and Jane’s left breast was torn from her body. The largely intact mammary gland swung back and forth on it’s wire dripping more blood onto the stage. The left side of Jane’s torso was a torn mass of bloody flesh, and the woman noted with glee that much of her underarm flesh had been ripped away and that she could see the gleaming white bone of Jane’s ribcage.

Somehow the right breast lasted another ten seconds before it too was torn from Jane’s body. Her huge shriek of agony was followed by a series of violent spasms. Then she went limp, head lolling forward drool running from her open mouth.

With some alarm the executioner stepped forward to check on his victim and was relieved to see her eyes still open and flickering from side to side, though now dulled by pain. He felt some urgency to finish things now so he quickly used the levers to disengage the counterweight system, thus readying the cross for its final freefall.

He turned to the crowd. “It is time for the witch to die” he told them. As the cheers and applause died down, he continued “it is only just and fair that the brave woman who exposed the witch shall carry out the final act”.

Smiling the woman stepped to the levers and having been shown which one to pull turned to fact the crowd. “The witch likes numbers” she told them “Lets show her we know how to count without her help. We will count her down to her doom so she knows what’s coming”.

Placing her hand on the lever the woman said loudly “Thirty” the executioner joined in “Twenty nine”. Around the stage the villagers caught on and by the time they got there, the whole village bellowed the number “Twenty”.

Somehow in her dazed and agonized state Jane understood what was happening. As the villagers reached a count of ten she began to shiver violently with fear and whisper prayers in her head.

As the villager roared the word “five” there was so much giddy anticipation in the voices that the woman felt she had never been happier.

“One” the word was roared out with genuine passion. The woman pulled the third lever and with a click the cross was released. It plunged down driving Jane’s body onto the post, which tore away a length of her intestines before ripping through her diaphragm, tearing through her right lung and shattering her collar bone and dislocating her right shoulder as it burst from her body. She came to rest with a thud as her cunt and the cross point of the cross came to rest on the cross beam that held the post.

The executioner felt a surge of excitement and pleasure as he saw that Jane was still alive. “She lives, she lives” he cried. Jane was spasming in agony. Her ribs heaved desperately as she tried to suck air into her remaining lung. The right lung was destroyed and bleeding heavily, filling her chest cavity and putting pressure on the left lung. Jane began to make strange wet sucking sounds.

The woman clapped her hands in glee “she is drowning in her own blood” she shouted. As if to prove the point an agonised spasm of coughing took over Jane and she coughed mouthfuls of bright pink blood onto her ruined torso.

For several more minutes the crowd watched in rapt delight as Jane’s gasping became more and more desperate. Her rib cage seemed to strain more and more quickly with only the faintest bubbles of air being evident until the executioner could hear only the wet gurgling of her blood as the pressure in her chest collapsed the right lung too.

For more than two minutes Jane continued to fight for life. Her body began to shake and fit with all muscles contracting and twitching. As the shaking became more and more violent the very platform began to shake. As the agonised shaking reached a final climax, she seemed to twist herself into an almost impossible shape. With  a final judder Jane Green of the Manor died.

The executioner checked Jane’s pulse. “She is dead” he told the crowd who cheered loudly.

“You are invited to inspect the body” the executioner told them. He stood back alongside the woman as the villagers filed up onto the stage. Some took their time looking at the main sites of damage on Janes body, others smeared their hands with Jane’s blood, several spat on her body or face. All of them nodded with respect to the executioner and the woman.

When the last villagers had gone the woman signalled to a man who had been waiting nearby with an ox and cart. He brought the cart over close to the platform and the executioner released the straps then pulled Jane’s body from the pole. As the pole exited her body a pent-up reservoir of blood flooded from her corpse, already darker and more viscous than her earlier blood loss. The executioner threw Jane’s body down into the cart. Reaching up he released each of her torn mammary glands from the breast rippers and threw those down on top of her.

The woman looked at the man with the cart. “She is to be fed to your pigs” she instructed “I want her turned into pig shit”.

As the man led the ox and cart away the executioner turned to the woman. “I trust that was satisfactory” he asked. The woman smiled at him, “it was perfect” she said, “your reward will be as discussed including the additional bonus for suffering”.

The executioner nodded his thanks. “It was a fate that a witch deserved” he said.

“Oh” the woman laughed “I don’t believe she was really a witch”.

The executioner gave a chuckle “that makes my day even more enjoyable” he said.

And with that they retired to the inn to drink and eat and share their favourite memories of the day with the other villagers. Their favourite memories of the execution of Jane Green of the Manor.