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The Execution of Shelby   by Reaper

Shelby looked up at the high window of the cell, her gaze fixed on the shafts of sunlight streaming through the steel bars. A warm, beautiful day, she dejectedly thought. Sitting hunched on the filthy, straw-packed muslin cot, she looked around at the dreary, moss-covered stone walls, her thoughts becoming more somber. Yes, she said to herself, a warm, beautiful day---my last day on Earth. OUR last day on Earth, she corrected herself. Shuddering, she hung her head and started to softly weep, reflecting on the events that led her to this point, locked in a dank cell, priceless minutes slipping away, slipping away toward a horrible death...

[A session of witchcraft here, with Shelby and her daughter Brandi involved in a Satanic ritual which has possibly caused the villager’s crops to fail and livestock to die off. Shelby has been training her 18 year old daughter in the black arts, and both are nude, as is necessary for their intimate relations with the Devil. His visage has been conjured up in the pentagram on the floor, and dramatic revelations are about to be made…]

It was at that precise moment that Shelby's life took an unexpected turn for the worse. The occupants of the room abruptly looked toward the door, momentarily stunned by the sound of a loud bang. A second bang sent the door off the hinges, and constables immediately came rushing in. Startled, Shelby grabbed her bodice from the bed and used it to cover her bosom while tightly crossing her legs. Only Brandi remained calm, unflinchingly watching events unfold, seemingly not embarrassed by her nudity. "The both of you are under arrest," the chief constable announced as his underlings swarmed around the two offenders. "You!", the chief said, pointing at Shelby. "Put that garment down and stand up!" "But---" Shelby started to protest, but she was cut off. "Do as I say!" the chief barked. Her face glowing red from shame, Shelby set the bodice back on the bed and got to her feet. "Put yer hands behind yer back, ma'am," the officer behind her said. Pursing her lips, Shelby complied, and the officer cuffed her hands behind her back. 

"Get dressed, young lady," the chief said to Brandi. The girl hesitated a moment, then put on her clothes. When she was dressed she crossed her arms behind her back, expecting to be cuffed. "We're not going to restrain you, young lady." Then he addressed the three as a group. "Outside, both of yuh. We're gonna transport yuh to the town's jail." Brandi started walking toward the door along with her escorts, but Shelby hesitated. The chief nodded to the constable who had cuffed her, who grasped her arms and forced her toward the door. 

Upon stepping outside, Shelby saw exactly what she expected: a crowd of townspeople had gathered around the inn. Men, women and even children watched as the prisoners were escorted to the police cart, and Shelby knew all eyes were on her because she was naked. It was clear to her that she had had her hands cuffed behind her back so her bosom would be more prominent and to prevent her from using her arms and hands to cover herself. She knew she was purposely being paraded before the townspeople like this in order to embarrass her. Shelby's face blushed and she hung her head in shame. She wanted to curse the chief for what he was doing to her, but she kept quiet, for fear of further retribution. It seemed like an eternity, but finally she and Brandi were on the cart and en route to the jail. The ride was no less embarrassing for Shelby, because word had spread quickly, and people lined the streets, staring and murmuring at her being made a spectacle of. It wasn't until she was put in a cell that Shelby was given a thin one-piece garment to cover her nudity. Instead of sleeping that night, she wept until dawn.

Shelby returned to the moment when there came a loud pounding from outside. She wiped the tears from her eyes and desperately tried not to think about what was to happen in the all-too-near future, but it was impossible. She began to feel empty and hollow, as if her existence had already ceased. How could the people of her town be so barbaric?, she thought. Surely they won't follow through. Surely there will be a last-minute reprieve. Mercy will surely be granted.

She was distracted by the sound of a horse-drawn cart entering the town square, which the jailhouse stood on. When the cart stopped she could vaguely hear a man telling others to remove the fagots from the cart. She shuddered again as a chill raced down her spine. Forcing herself not to listen, she tried to direct her thoughts to her family, her garden, making bread, anything, but her mental discipline was destroyed, and she recalled events of the trial...

...The courtroom had been crowded with townspeople, most of whom Shelby knew, which caused her tremendous embarrassment. People stood crowded in the aisles when all the seats were occupied. Garth, her husband, and Britni, their older daughter, had been given reserved spectator seats near the front. She and Brandi had sat at a stained wooden table, along with the court-appointed attorney, an elderly, semi-competent man who didn't seem to care about their fate one way or the other. The town prosecutor, on the other hand, presented an energetic case, in which he vividly portrayed Shelby as a [witch who had been the cause of the crop failures and mysterious livestock deaths]. This immoral behavior warranted the strictest punishment allowed by law, he had said. The prosecutor seized upon the opportunity to plead that Shelby's abhorrent behavior dictated that she be made an example of by being subjected to a punishment incorporating great suffering. He further thundered that in order to cleanse the town of its sullied reputation and discourage any ongoing corruption of the townspeople, the judge should discard any thoughts of leniency and condemn both Shelby and Brandi to the harshest punishment under the law. 

To Shelby's dismay, the judge didn't even adjourn the trial to deliberate. Instead, after her appointed attorney made a weak plea for mercy, the judge glared at her and said, "You are a menace to society, Shelby Lamont, and as punishment for your corrupt and evil deeds I sentence you to be slowly burned to death at the stake in the town square the day after next." Shelby gasped in horror as the spectators erupted in a chorus of murmurs. Her face became ashen and she clutched at her stomach, which was tied in a knot. Stunned, Garth put his arm around distraught Britni in an effort to comfort her somewhat. 

The judge allowed the spectators to murmur among themselves unhindered for about a minute, then he loudly cleared his throat, which had the desired effect of quieting the crowd. Directing cold eyes at Brandi, he sternly said, "You, Brandi Lamont, are on an anti-social path at a young age, and it is this court's belief that yer behavior is of such a magnitude that you may never be rehabilitated. Therefore, it is the sentence of this court that, despite your tender age, you be swiftly burned at the stake in the town square the day after next." Shelby shouted a plea to the judge as the spectators erupted in spirited conversation among themselves. "No, I beg you, please spare my daughter. It was I alone who was responsible fer her corruption!" A hush permeated the room as the people awaited a reply. There was a tense pause as the judge stared at Brandi, her fate resting in his hands. But it was apparent to many of the people that there wasn't much mercy to be doled out this day, because the judge maintained a grim demeanor. "The sentence will stand. However, if you confess to being a sinner and beg for mercy, you will be garroted prior to being consumed by flames." 

Silence hung in the air like a blanket of oppressive humidity. All eyes were locked on Brandi, who now held a portion of her fate in her response. Brandi stared at the judge, and against all expectations her stare became a glare. "You are a bastard and YOU will burn in hell!" the girl spat. Shelby clutched Brandi, protectively holding her close, while the spectators became audible again. "Please, Brandi, tell 'im you're sorry. Beg fer mercy." "No, I won't, I won't!" Brandi sobbed as a pair of constables pried her from her mother's embrace and forcibly escorted her out of the room. 

Terribly shaken, Garth gripped the galley rail to keep from crumbling, and Britni clutched his arm. Shelby instinctively started following after Brandi, but two constables grasped her arms and guided her out through a different door. Among the crowd of yammering spectators, only Garth and Britni were silent. Garth held Britni in his arms, both wearing dazed expressions due to the sobering outcome of the trial. 

Shelby looked at the square of sunlight on the wall. She noted that the top of the square was about two bricks lower than it was the last time she checked. That meant the sun was higher, and that the mid-morning time of the execution was ominously close. This can't be happening, this can't be happening she repeated to herself over and over. In the back of her mind she was still hoping the sentence would be commuted. But dwelling in her subconscious was the knowledge that any commutation would probably have occurred by now. This can't be happening, this can’t be happening, this can't be happening…

Shelby was jolted back to the moment at the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. Simultaneously there poured into her cell a crescendo of murmuring from what sounded like a great number of people in the town square. Shelby's heart skipped and her pulse quickened as the door swung open. In an instant she knew a reprieve had not been granted, judging from the grim expressions of the police chief and the four constables who marched in behind him. 

"Stand up, Shelby Lamont. The time of your execution is at hand," the chief said in a monotone. Shelby felt the blood drain from her head. She placed a hand on the bed and attempted to get to her feet, but as soon as she put any weight on her legs they began to involuntarily tremble and she crashed back onto the cot. "I...uh...I," she weakly sputtered. The chief motioned to the two constables nearest Shelby, who grasped her under her arms and lifted her to her feet. When she began to wobble, one placed his hand on her back and the other on her belly to steady her. 

"Remove your gown," the chief flatly ordered. Some color came back into Shelby's cheeks. "Wh---what?" "Remove your gown," the chief flatly repeated. Shelby steadied herself and looked the chief in the eye. "I---I will not," she said, weakly but resolutely. The chief mechanically gestured to the two other constables, who stepped up to Shelby and crouched down, one on either side of her. "No! No, you won't!" she shouted, squirming to get free. But in an instant the two standing constables held her tightly and the two crouching men grasped the bottom of her garment and pulled it up. Shelby tried to kick at the men, but it was useless because they deftly dodged her legs, and in a matter of seconds the two constables were forcing her arms high as the other two yanked the gown completely off her. 

Coursing adrenalin nearly gave her the strength to break free, but the men overpowered her. She grimaced as her arms were roughly twisted behind her back, then yelped as handcuffs were locked tightly around her wrists. "So, yuh want to shame me, too," Shelby said, panting. "Not us. We merely do what we're ordered to do," the chief said. The chief was looking her in the eye, and she could tell he found this distasteful. But a quick look at the constables revealed them to be ogling her. The chief motioned to one of the constables, who pulled a pair of ankle cuffs from his belt, knelt and locked them around Shelby's ankles. "Come now. It's time," the chief said, and two constables grasped her arms again and prompted her forward. 

The adrenalin rush abruptly dissipated, and Shelby felt her legs start to shake again as she was pressed past the door of the cell. The sensation of hollowness in the pit of her stomach returned to Shelby as she awkwardly hobbled down the hallway. With each step toward the door to the town square she attempted to slow down, but the men grasping her shoulders relentlessly pressed her forward. The chief opened the door as Shelby neared it, and she abruptly froze. Anticipating this, the constables holding her shoved her over the threshold. 

She squinted, the bright sunshine temporarily blinding her after having been in the dark cell for so long. The constables kept pressing her forward, and in a few moments her eyes adjusted to the light. "Oh, god," she mumbled, scanning the sight before her. The town square was awash with people, men, women, even children. Shelby recognized many of them, but nearly as many were strangers to her. She realized that word of the double execution had spread, and that people had come from far and wide to witness the event. Shelby lowered her head, thoroughly shamed at being seen naked by the horde of people. It never bothered her to be nude with her immediate family, but to be exposed in front of all these people, even youngsters, was more than she could bear. 

As countless pairs of eyes recorded Shelby's nakedness to the world, she began to weep silent tears. The spectators had formed a circle around the town square, and as the two constables urged her forward, various men, women and children stepped aside to allow passage. 

When the last block of people stepped aside from the perimeter, Shelby gasped at the sight before her. Brandi sat secured on the metal seat of a garrote, around which fagots had been piled, forming three-quarters of a circle. She was clothed in a thin, one-piece muslin garment, her bare feet a few inches off the ground. The girl stared into the horizon, obviously dazed. "Brandi!" Shelby emotionally called out. 

Brandi twisted her head around to look at Shelby. "Mother!" she cried through trembling lips. Shelby became frantic, beseeching those who were nearest. "Let 'er go! Let 'er go! My daughter is innocent! She's but a girl!" she ranted, her head spinning to address the constables, the spectators, the chief, anyone and everyone within sight. But aside from Shelby's pleading, silence pervaded, and the people only stared at her with thinly disguised eager anticipation. Shelby's dread turned to loathing in the blink of an eye. "Yuh ghouls!" she yelled, her face distorted with anger. "Yer nothin' but ghouls, nothin' but animals, the whole lot of yuh!" 

One of her escorts gave Shelby a sharp shove, which caused her to stop assailing the people as she staggered off-balance. When she regained her footing she looked straight ahead, at the fate awaiting her. She was riding an emotional seesaw, and once again dread filled her heart at the sight of the wooden X brace that had been anchored in the ground, a small wooden platform built around it, with fagots completely encircling it. She noted that the fagots were piled higher around the front of the platform, making it obvious that the intensity of the flames was designed to be greater to the front of her body. 

Midway between the X brace and the garrote, a bucket rested on the ground, fire crackling inside it, and a number of torches lay around the bucket. 

Shelby blanched and her legs buckled. The two constables holding her under her arms now bore most of her weight, and the two constables who aided proceedings in the cell hurried up behind her, grasped her buttocks and helped move her forward. Shelby's heart was pounding so fiercely that her temples felt like they were going to explode. Time seemed to be flying at lightning speed, and suddenly she was being lifted onto the platform and forcibly turned so her backside was against the X cross. 

Fear, dread and shock combined to immobilize her, so she stood like a lamb to the slaughter as her arms were forced behind the cross and handcuffs were locked around her wrists. She realized that she had been affixed to the cross this way so that her breasts would jut and be displayed more prominently, but she was too unfocused to berate anyone. As she scanned the ring of spectators closest in, she was aware that someone was removing the ankle cuffs. She spotted Garth and Britni along the perimeter, grimly watching. She abruptly returned attention to herself as two pairs of hands grasped her ankles and pulled her legs wide. Looking down on her right and left, she focused on the men who were fastening her ankles at the base of each cross plank. The air suddenly touching Shelby's parted labia made her shiver for a moment, and she realized this, too, was being done as a means to further shame her.
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Shelby raised her head and looked across the short distance at Brandi, who gazed back with a lost expression. "I'm so sorry, my dear," she said, her voice cracking with emotion. "I'm so sorry." Shelby suddenly diverted her attention to the judge, who pompously entered the execution area from the crowd, accompanied by the official town executioner, an appropriately beefy, stern-faced man. 

They stepped in front of Brandi, and the judge addressed her. "Brandi Lamont, you have been sentenced to death by fire fer partaking in illicit behavior with your own mother. However, in deference to your age, I once again, and fer the last time, offer yuh a swift dispatch by garroting if yuh confess yer sins." Brandi glared at the judge and defiantly responded, "Yer the one who'll burn in hell fer this, yuh bastard!" 

There was a collective gasp from the onlookers, and Shelby immediately appealed to her daughter. "No, Brandi, I beg yuh to do as he says. These ghouls are serious 'bout takin' yer life!" "I will not, Mother!" Brandi emphatically said. "Tis they who are the real sinners!" There arose another unified gasp from the crowd. Shelby shook her head, stunned and speechless. 

"Very well. So be it," the judge said to Brandi. Then he addressed the executioner. "Light the fagots." There was more murmuring from the crowd as the executioner went to the bucket, picked up one of the torches and put it in the fire to light it. Silence quickly overtook the onlookers as the executioner stepped to the left side of the ring of fagots surrounding Brandi and lowered the torch. In a matter of moments the fagots erupted in flames that began to slowly spread toward the center. "I beg yuh, please, stop this!" Shelby cried. The executioner quickly stepped to the opposite side of the ring of fagots and lowered the torch to the deadly material. 

The fagots dutifully caught fire, and now the flames closed in toward Brandi from both sides. The onlookers observed with rapturous silence as the flames traveled toward the center of the arc, creeping toward Brandi's feet. Garth and Britni were the only ones wearing disturbed expressions, and Garth had to clutch his older daughter to prevent her from running to Brandi. And all the while only Shelby cut through what otherwise would have been total silence by screaming for mercy to be given her daughter. 

Brandi began to squirm as the two sets of flames traveled toward her and the heat intensified. When the flames met, creating a fully burning semi-circle around her, the girl started to twist her head and moan as the fingers of fire licked at her feet. "Confess! Confess!" Shelby yelled, sobbing. "No! No!" Brandi yelled out, despite her rising level of distress. 

She struggled against her restraints, desperately trying to pull her feet back from the flames, but her effort was in vain. She thrashed her head in pain and howled as the fire started to sear the soles of her feet. Garth fought to restrain Britni, who was sobbing. The rest of the crowd observed in mesmerized silence. Shelby continuously begged Brandi to confess or pleaded for judicial mercy for her daughter. 

Brandi arched her head back and wailed as the soles of her feet started to blister. The pain was becoming excruciating, more than she could bear, and at last she screamed, "I am a sinner! I am a sinner! I am a sinner!---" 

The judge nodded to the executioner, who swiftly strode behind the wailing girl. He grasped the garrote's circular handle and turned it, visibly straining somewhat as the device's spike, attached to a heavy screw, encountered her spine. For a moment the girl's eyes bugged and her trembling mouth opened. 

In the next instant the executioner gave the wheel a sharp twist. Brandi's chest heaved and her eyes turned into their sockets as the spike severed her spinal column. In his zeal to end the girl's suffering the executioner gave the handle another sharp turn, and as Brandi's body went limp a trickle of blood escaped from her gaping mouth just before the spike emerged, protruding out from it. Garth spun Britni away from the grisly sight and hugged her. While trying to comfort his daughter he looked at the people in his immediate vicinity, noting with dismay that every single person, man, woman or youngster, was observing the spectacle with fixed eyes. Not one person was looking away or registering disgust. Shelby hung her head, sobbing uncontrollably. "Brandi, my love. Brandi. Brandi," she intoned through tears. The executioner had stepped back to his place next to the judge. 

Everyone's attention was still on Brandi's body, because although her suffering had ended, the drama of fire consuming her corpse remained. The flames were now engulfing her feet, causing the flesh to redden and blister. In a matter of moments the fire spreading through the blanket of fagots was licking at the bottom of her muslin garment. The lower portion suddenly burst into flames that swiftly spread upward, making it obvious to most people that the material had been soaked in flammable oil. As fire engulfed the gown the tips of the flames reached to Brandi's head, setting her hair on fire. Those closest to the death scene began to detect the acrid odor of burning hair. In slightly over a minute the thin garment completely burned away, leaving Brandi's naked body awash in flames. Many of the spectators closest to the scene focused on her crotch, which had temporarily been shielded from the flames by the seat her body rested on. But it wasn't long before the flames were high enough to invade her pubic triangle, and the privileged watched in fascination as her pubic hair rapidly burned away just before the fire started raping her loins. Still cradling Britni, Garth closed his eyes, unable and unwilling to watch his daughter's body be destroyed as if it was some dead animal on display. 

Shelby, pale and distraught, continued to sob, her head down, also unable to witness Brandi's destruction. Not so the onlookers, whose attention was locked on the sight before them. Countless eyes watched mesmerized as Brandi's nude corpse became fully engulfed in flames. Blisters continuously formed all over her blazing skin, variously popping open to release melted fat and body fluids that would almost immediately produce a sizzling sound. The flesh of her lower legs began to sag and slough down as it melted away. Eerily, fascinatingly, her toes began to move, then her fingers started to flex as the intensity of the heat increased. Brandi's face soon became indistinguishable as the flames ate away the flesh of her bald head. The crackling of the fire itself was occasionally punctuated by a loud pop as the joints of her corpse swelled and exploded, which caused her body to twitch, as if it had feeling. The acrid smell of burning flesh spread like a blanket folding over the crowd, yet nobody turned away as Brandi's corpse was transformed by flame into a mass of charred and oozing flesh. 

The judge turned and addressed the spectators as Brandi's body continued to be consumed by the flames. "We will now proceed with the execution of Shelby Lamont." He turned from the crowd, stepped to where Shelby was secured and spoke to the sobbing woman. 

"Shelby Lamont, it has been decided that to impress upon our citizens the seriousness of the consequences of breaking the law, yuh should be made an example of by suffering torturous pain before being put to death. It has further been decreed that the pain yuh shall suffer will be administered by the same means to be utilized to achieve yer execution---fire." 

A collective gasp burst forth from the crowd, followed by a cacophony of murmuring. "Why are they being so cruel to mother? And why have so many people come to watch her suffer?" Britni emotionally asked her father. "Tis a sad fact that people take twisted pleasure in seeing their fellow beings suffer," Garth solemnly replied, his grim expression belying the fact that he was harboring an erection. After a few minutes the onlookers quieted down and the judge addressed the executioner: "Proceed." 

The executioner went to the bucket, picked up a fresh torch, put it in the fire and lit it, then briskly stepped over the ring of fagots and stopped in front of Shelby. "In the name of God, no, please, no," she begged, staring at the ominous flame leaping from the torch. Her eyes flashed to his crotch, and she noted the huge bulge in his pants. In the next instant she looked back at the approaching torch, then snapped her head to the side, tightly closed her eyes and groaned. 

The executioner held the torch directly under Shelby's right breast, and as the flame licked at the mound of flesh her entire body tensed and she squirmed in her restraints. The skin of her breast rapidly turned red as the flame caressed the meat, and in an instant Shelby's eyes bulged and she began to issue an elongated, ear-piercing scream. All the onlookers observed Shelby's torture in utter fascination, except Britni, who buried her head in Garth's chest. 

Screaming in agony, Shelby began to thrash her head from side to side as the skin of her breast started to peel and crack. It felt like thousands of needles invading her breast, alternately being poked in, then yanked out, only to be replaced by more needles. The acrid odor of her own burning flesh filled her nose, but she was oblivious to it, her senses being overwhelmed by the pain of the flame destroying her breast. Her continuous scream became higher pitched as blisters began to form on the breast. 

A seasoned torturer, the executioner pulled the torch away from Shelby's breast the moment he saw the blisters were about to erupt. Their formation signaled to him that to continue would cause Shelby to faint, which would be counterproductive. The removal of the flame from Shelby's breast resulted in just enough relief to cause her elongated scream to transform into a series of broken screams. 

Racked with pain, her face contorted, she strained against her metal restraints with such force that the skin around them chaffed and started to bleed. 

Though her vision was blurry due to watery eyes caused by the intense pain, she managed to briefly focus in Brandi's direction. The girl's bald head was slumped forward, her body an oozing charred pulp that barely looked human now. "My daughter. My beautiful daughter," she moaned under her breath. "I'm so sorry, Brandi, I'm so sorry." 

Suddenly Shelby's attention was drawn to the executioner, who was stepping toward her again, wielding the torch. "Nooooooooo---", she wailed, to no avail. The executioner held the torch between Shelby's outstretched legs, at just the right height to allow the flame to catch her squarely in the crotch. 

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH---", she wailed again, flailing her head and twisting in her restraints as her pubic hair caught fire and the flame licked her labia. In seconds her pubic hair completely burned away, consumed by orange and yellow flames that ate them, scorching her crotch and leaving the naked, reddened skin fully exposed to the destructive effects of the torch. Garth continued to cradle Britni in his arms, unable to divert his attention from the sight of his wife's ordeal. 

The flames of the torch gleefully danced across Shelby's pubic mound, caressing her flesh with such intense heat that her labia started to pucker and the skin around the area began to crackle and blister. Upon seeing the blisters forming the executioner withdrew the torch, but this time Shelby's elongated scream continued even after the flame no longer tormented her. The acrid smell from Shelby's burnt flesh and Brandi's smoldering hulk of a corpse permeated to those in the crowd nearest the scene, causing many to cough or cover their noses, yet none left or looked away. 

Shelby's wail dropped to a low, continuous groan, and tears streaked her face. Her head rolled around and around, her agony unending from what seemed like thousands of bee stings smothering her right breast and pubic mound. There was to be no respite for Shelby, and the executioner approached her again. 

"I am a sinner, I am a sinner, I am a sinner!" she blurted at the top of her lungs, desperately hoping for mercy. But there was none for her, and the executioner held the torch to her left breast, but this time he carefully positioned it so the flame caught only her nipple and areola. 

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH---", came another shrill, elongated wail as the flame ate at the sensitive flesh. Shelby jammed her eyelids shut as she thrashed her head atop her shaking body. It didn't take long for the intense heat to have a dramatic effect. Her nipple rapidly swelled, curled, then burst, spewing droplets of melted fat. At the moment Shelby's nipple ruptured the executioner moved the torch so the flame caught the underside of the breast and slowly moved it back and forth across her mammary. 

Shelby's continuous scream raised an octave as the flame relentlessly cooked her left breast. The affected skin quickly reddened, and as an aside from the pain she could literally feel the consistency of her breast mass begin to change. The executioner quickly pulled the torch away when he saw small blisters forming on the breast. 

"Cut them off! Oh, god, cut them off!" Shelby begged through clenched teeth as the executioner placed the torch in bucket. "Have...someone...mercy...someone... cut them off!" she begged to nobody in particular. 

The executioner stepped to the judge and spoke in a hushed tone. "Shall I grant her wish? Shall I cut off her breasts?" 

"No," the judge replied with a muted voice. "Tis tempting, but to do so would not set the proper example, as it would be seen as an act of weakness on the part of the judiciary to grant her desire to end a portion of 'er suffering. 
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« Reply #2 on: February 04, 2018, 02:41:43 am »
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Proceed with 'er execution." The executioner nodded, then stepped back to the bucket, picked up another fresh torch and held it in the bucket. When he was satisfied it was properly lit he stepped to the ring of fagots immediately in front of Shelby and touched the torch to them. They caught fire at once, and the flames began to spread inward, toward Shelby's writhing body. Silence came over the crowd again as the executioner hurried to the opposite side of the circle, behind the condemned woman, and touched the torch to the fagots. 

Just as before, they quickly began to burn, and the fire that was to end Shelby's life started closing in on her nude, pain-wracked body. The executioner scurried to the bucket, placed the torch in it and turned to observe his handiwork. His pants were now stained at the crotch by a discharge of pre-cum, but he didn't care, because he knew all eyes were on Shelby's horrific ordeal. 

Grimacing from the incessant pain of the torturous burning, gasping for breath and trembling with fear, Shelby nevertheless made an effort to appear noble despite her terrible circumstances. She alternately looked with bloodshot eyes from the fire closing in around her, to the judge and executioner, to the staring crowd, to Brandi's charred corpse, to Garth and Britni, and back to the fagots, an otherwise surreal sight that was all too real. She clenched her mouth, bravely suppressing the urge to scream, as all the while she felt the heat growing more intense as the fagots dutifully ignited closer, ever closer, to her marred, trembling, totally vulnerable body. 

Though Shelby made a valiant effort to remain stoic, when the flames reached her feet and began the early stage of destroying her, the pain became too intense to bear. 

"Garrote me! Please! Cut me throat! Spear me! Please! Any death but this!" she screamed, madly wiggling her feet as the flames ate through their skin. "Oh, mercy! Mercy!" she bellowed as blisters formed on her feet and popped open, spewing out fluids that produced a hissing sound. 

Shelby's head involuntarily arched back, her eyes bulged and her mouth went agape, but for a few moments she made no sound. Then, as the skin of her feet began to split open and the flames crept up the calves of her legs, there came from the pit of her being an ungodly, animalistic, continuous wail. She bucked and violently writhed against the restraints, cutting open the skin around them. 

Droplets of blood cascaded into the fire as the skin of her calves first reddened, then blistered as it succumbed to the searing heat. The flames licked higher and higher, and all the while Shelby emitted that hellish scream. Those in the crowd in back of her watched with unblinking eyes as Shelby's quivering ass cheeks turned bright red, followed by the skin cracking and erupting in blisters that soon exploded. The acrid odor of Shelby's burning flesh was wafting over the crowd now, yet despite the unpleasant smell, the people still rapturously viewed her anguished undoing. Shelby's buttocks sagged as their flesh slowly melted, initiating a grotesque disfigurement to those viewing from behind her. 

Now the skin of Shelby's manically flailing feet started to blacken, and as the heat intensified the blistering skin of her calves began to melt and slough down. The tortured woman thrashed her head uncontrollably and issued staccato wails that nearly drowned out the crackling of the fire. 

The flames crept ever higher, and when they licked her tender crotch and started cooking her pubic area her ear-piercing screams grew louder and raised another octave. Those behind her saw blisters form on her sagging buttocks, which soon burst, spraying liquid into the fire and producing a short hissing that nobody was able to hear over her incessant wail. 

Like a fast-moving cancer, the charring of Shelby's feet began to spread, the blackening of her flesh rising up the calves of her burning legs. 

Her pain-wracked body was acting as a wick now, sustaining flames on its own. The skin of her upper body turned bright red, and beads of sweat formed on her agonized face and flew off her thrashing head. 

Next Shelby's buttocks were afire, their drooping, quivering mounds progressively charring black, the flames eating at her sphincter. In what little of her mind that still functioned, Shelby silently begged for death, silently screamed in anger at having to endure this hideous torture. Outwardly, madness borne of excruciating pain was evident in her bugged out eyes, and she wailed a modulated, growling scream from her wildly thrashing head. 

Shelby's abdomen was soon on fire, and flames caressed her heaving breasts once again. Blisters formed on the reddened, bulbous mounds and quickly burst, adding to the surreal sight as the fluid swiftly evaporated in clouds of steam. Her nipples protruded like miniature rods, even the left one, which had fused shut from the heat, then they split and popped in near unison. In a few more seconds her breasts were entirely engulfed in flames. 

When the super-heated air began to scorch her lungs, Shelby arched her head as far back as she could, gasping through screams. Although the pain was unbearable and despite the fact that she craved death, breathing corrosively hot air was yet another torture to avoid. 

To the surprise and amazement of everyone observing, Shelby's left leg suddenly became detached and fell into the fire. Blood temporarily spewed from the exposed socket, but the intensity of the heat rapidly cauterized the gaping wound. 

Then her right breast split open with a dramatic pop, the heat causing fat to drizzle out and crackle. Her left breast noticeably swelled from the flames consuming it, then it, too, burst apart with a loud pop, sending its fat and traumatized tissue oozing out. 

The flames leaping from Shelby's bubbling breasts leapt up and caught her hair. Delirious with pain, as her hair burned away she managed to scream her final words. "Death! Please! Death! Death! Death! Death!" 

But her wish went ignored, and she had to endure yet another agony, for at that moment her charred abdomen burst open, exposing her guts to the flames as they slowly seeped out. Shelby emitted a guttural death rattle, then her head slumped forward and her tormented body sagged in its restraints as death finally delivered her from the agonizing torture. 

With the exception of Britni, everyone in the crowd, man, woman and child, Garth included, had stared in fascination throughout Shelby's torturous ordeal and hideous death. Even now not one soul turned away, their eyes riveted on Shelby's burning corpse, mesmerized by the sight of her charred body animatedly twisting in the restraints and eerily moving due to pugilism. 

An hour later, most of the crowd had not dispersed. As the flames ebbed and died, leaving behind the charred, smoking, unrecognizable remains of Shelby and young Brandi, the people openly reveled at the grotesque sight. 

When the people did begin to leave, most of the men didn't try to hide the fact that they had erections, since the stains in the crotches of their trousers gave evidence of their arousal. That evening many men paired with their wives, mistresses, whores or whatever, and a great deal of cum was transferred. Those men who didn't have a partner relieved themselves by taking matters into their own hands, and most of the women without partners found objects with which to satisfy themselves. As for the youngsters, they variously found privacy in sheds, behind barns, in the forest or whatever, and played "games." 

Later that evening, Garth and Britni somberly sat at the crude wooden table in their home. "We better start packin' our things tomorrow. It's too dangerous to stay 'ere," Garth said. "Don't yuh want to stay near the graves of Mom 'n' Brandi?" Britni asked. "No. No point. We gotta move far from 'ere, where people don't know us. We can start fresh." 

THE END