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 No.8275

"We fucking killed that brat and we're proud of it!" Bellowed the scarred, tight muscled and thoroughly evil beauty to the citizenry below. Her fate, along with the fates of several female bandits under her employ, had been decided.

The axe.

It's a shame, thought much of the crowd watching the prisoners on stage, that such a lovely lady had to be such a wicked bitch. Her erotic and trained body was a marvel, though she wore only a prisoner's rags to display it. Her sculpted abs only served to make her soft chest more exciting, and her hips flared just enough to tell anyone at a glance that she was ripe for the breeding.

And yet, a rotten fruit cannot be tasted. The bandit captain was bent forward to her hands and knees, kept in place by chains. Her head rested securely on a stump with many notches. Men and boys at the stage's back cursed the rags wrapping her waist and hanging behind, as they hid the most forbidden areas of her perfect bottom from sight.

"As is custom—" Began an executioner's voice, hushing the procession. "—The victim's closest of relation may decide the fate of the aggressor. Step forward, Johan, brother of Jacob, the slain."

A boy took the stage, no more than thirteen years old. The vengeful brother of the 'brat' this criminal had so casually killed.

"Gimme the axe boy. Tell the man." Smiled the bandit lady with intimidating venom. "Or do you not have the guts? Gonna set me free?"

He stood silent. The crowd shifted uncomfortably. Just before the head executioner could step in, he spoke, giving the woman a fate vastly worse than death.

"Do whatever you want..." He mumbled. "I don't care."

Her confidence faltered. This was, deceptively, the most terrible fate the law could allow. The citizens would have their way with her like meat now. Bandits shared stories in hushed tones of this horror.

The boys rushed the stage first, as is always the case when a female offender is given to the people for justice. Ladies in the crowd rolled their eyes as the boys tore off her rags, quickly forming a line for the chance to fuck a fearsome female warrior from behind.

An yet, despite their lust, the young men pulled Johan forward to take the first turn.

"This bitch is the devil." Said a slightly older boy to Johan. "And she's pretty as heck. Getting the first turn with her... Man, this is poetic justice."

Her face was rage and growing fear as Johan felt the flesh of her ass. Perfect— Soft, springy, womanly flesh as he had never felt before. He only had his instincts now; to take revenge for his brother, and to sate his growing desire. The painful stiffness of his erection was quickly quenched in the tightness of her molten insides, her squishy ass pressing softly on his waist.

"Kill you..." She growled, her head still held down on the executioner's block. "I'll fucking kill you for this, just like your brother!"

But the boy could barely listen. He was drunk on the pleasure of losing his virginity, his young face red and glazed in expression.

"You're ruining his good time, dear." Softly spoke another lady in town, who had just then taken the stage. The crowd recognized her as a teacher, fond of the boy this bandit had killed.

"You think I care?! You canaAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" The response was cut short by terrible screams and worthless thrashes as the teacher quietly began wrenching up the bandit's fingernails with a tiny cooking knife.

"Johan? Don't mind us, deary." Chirped the teacher to the lust-drunk boy. "She should be very snug for you right now. This is your first time and you need to enjoy it."

Johan shuddered and climaxed with feminine yelps, draining every drop of his seed into her savage womb. He pulled back, marveling with contentment at the milkwhite jelly just started to leak from her vicegrip of a pussy.

"You're a real bastard for cumming inside!" Said an older boy, his erection twitching with excitement like that of every other person in the line. "But we're not missing this!"

Now she was in hell. The axe couldn't come soon enough, if it ever came at all. People from the crowd, girls and boys alike, had taken the stage all around, relieving their lusts, their anger, and their hidden sadistic desires under the protection of the law.

A local farmer scorched her ass with a brand, her flesh sticking painfully to the white hot metal as he pulled it away. She screamed doubly as loud amidst all the other tortures, so much to his satisfaction that her breast, and finally, some would say most cruelly, her exposed belly were branded as well.

The housewives were cruel beyond measure, hating deeply anyone who would harm a boy so young. The bandit grunted in primal pain as they jerked one of her eyeballs straight out of its socket, smashing it on the ground. They worked little dull knives all over as the boys brutalized her pussy from behind. She shrieked as her nipple was taken; she howled and kicked desperately as her clit was sliced so slowly from its root.

At last, it was over. Evening was setting in, but the bandit yet lived. Her limbs had been broken. Semen spilled and spluttered out of every opening, the boys of the town thoroughly spent and heaving. An eye was missing; a breast had been branded, the nipple removed. Her other was gone entirely, slowly pulled from her body by tongs to much struggling and a great satisfying wail. A show was put on about removing one of her arms with an old hacksaw some hours before. Her expression then was impossible to describe. She was unlucky to be so tough; she felt every pull.

By now, she could only think of the axe. She wanted it to end. It had to be over soon. Her bravery and savagery had been completely eliminated. Several other female bandits were pale all over, shaking from having witnessed the fate they might soon share in days to come.

"The spike." The words came from the crowd, rousing the savage bandit back to full awareness. "Spike this bitch!"

Not like this, she thought over and over. This was not a quick ending. The block is a mercy compared to this.

The executioner rounded behind her, but she had not the energy to beg for mercy as the spear's tip was trained at her presented bottom.

He thrusted, piercing her full body, shredding her pussy, cleaving her cum-swollen womb in two, popping it like a filled balloon, and perfectly missing the critical organs as the shaft raced up her throat and burst out her mouth. She bit hard on the wood of the weapon, piercing out from within, and scrunched her face in terrible agony.

She lived only another day, her last agony to be feasted upon by stray dogs as she lay spiked in the sweltering heat.

END

 No.8286

^^

GOOD

 No.8288

I apologize for the lack of beheading, as tagged. I intended it originally, but the story evolved into something better.

 No.8305

no problem, it's good. Though I'd like a small epilogue where the other bandits break down, beg, beg and beg, and are taken as town prostitutes to make up for the damage they caused, maybe one or two cleanly beheaded, the least harmful/meek accomplices commutted to prostitution.

We see them several weeks later in the brothel, popular visit of many youths to enjoy them.

 No.8318

I drew a scene of your story.

>>>/art/15206

 No.8378

>>8318
Ah, amazing! Wonderful! Thank you.

 No.8400

This was fantastic! If you choose to continue it with her bandit sisters though, I believe you owe us a beheading! ;)

 No.8401

This was fantastic! If you choose to continue it with her bandit sisters though, I believe you owe us a beheading! ;)



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