[The Thousand-Man Slayer]: The Jailer's Memoirs - Episode 6 of the Heavy-Tasty Series

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Soon
, late autumn arrived, and some of the prisoners, young and old, strong and old, were about to meet their maker.
The execution site was the same old place. This time, most of those to be beheaded were young and strong prisoners—ten men and
five women. Among them was that
unfortunate girl whose belly was teeming with roundworm eggs that we hadn't had enough of last time in prison. Her belly was getting bigger every day; we didn't know if it was from gaining fat or the roundworms growing larger.
In the morning, the execution carts lined up at the prison gate. The guards dragged and pulled out fifteen prisoners
. This time, not only would they be beheaded, but they would also die a humiliating and miserable death. The male
prisoners didn't show any reaction; they were simply stripped naked and forced to stand with their arms and legs spread wide
in a simple rectangular prison cart made of unevenly thick wood. The cart was small;
any smaller and it would have been a standing cage!
Standing cages are incredibly powerful; there are historical records of them. In the late Qing Dynasty, Qing soldiers placed
captured prisoners in busy city streets, securing them all in standing cages, keeping them rigidly upright, forever in
a stick-like posture, until they died—either from starvation or from standing.
Now, they're being given a temporary respite, except their genitals are all exposed, their penises of varying lengths. Peeking through
the gaps in the prison cart, you see dark pubic hair and white fleshy rods. Some may have been deprived of proper masturbation
or have experienced physiological needs, unable to have sex with women. Of course, where would they find women in prison?
They're prisoners! So, each large penis trembles slightly, barely standing. This scene would probably
be unbearable for some widows in the street, who would find it incredibly arousing.
And what about the female prisoners? It wasn't much better. These past few days, the guards hadn't given them a break either. These women
were all relatively young and attractive, and each prisoner had been thoroughly ravaged by the guards. Some had their pubic hair
almost completely pulled out, leaving them smooth and shiny, almost like bald tigers at first glance. Their vulvas were all
red and swollen from the abuse, with a constant flow of pale white fluid, and occasionally, milky white strands
would slowly squeeze out, giving them a foul, pungent odor. Last night, to ensure they were in optimal condition for execution,
the guards took them to the bathhouse and washed them thoroughly, cleaning their genitals until they were spotless. For the first time, they made an exception
and didn't play with them, only feeding each of them some rice porridge.
These five prisoners were brought out as usual, their clothes stripped off, their snow-white breasts and large buttocks
particularly striking in the morning light. A nearby jailer swallowed hard. I said, "Come on, hang them upside down
." At that moment, several others understood immediately. A dozen or so rushed forward, twisting their arms and pressing down on their legs. Without a word,
they lifted the female prisoners upside down, feet in the air, and bound them to the specially designed prison carts. These carts were noticeably smaller
, but unlike others, they were wide. A dozen or so slightly angular wooden sticks were arranged relatively straight
, with large gaps between them. Bystanders only needed to glance left and right, and with a little effort, their large
buttocks and breasts would be clearly visible.
One of them was less obedient and struggled a few times. We were the first to put her in the cart, securing her upside
down, legs spread apart, arms bound to the bottom of the cart, long hair cascading down her back
, veins quickly bulging on her face, blood gushing down her cheeks. We quickly followed the same method with the remaining four.
In the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, all fifteen prisoners were ready. By then, it was already broad daylight.
Perhaps we had deliberately leaked the news beforehand, because there were already crowds of people along the route, men and women, and
a few children excitedly howling with small twigs in the crowd (this was impossible). The fifteen prison carts
headed towards the execution ground at a relatively fast speed, with crowds flowing continuously from both ends. Five female prisoners led the way, followed by ten male prisoners
, forming a unique scene. Although such incidents had occurred frequently in recent years, this
was truly the first time the people had ever seen such a public parade. Five beautiful female prisoners, with few wounds and fair skin
, were hung upside down with their legs spread apart and displayed to the public. It was quite a novelty. Everyone pointed and talked excitedly
. The female prisoners were in a state of shock and discomfort, no longer caring about shame, only hoping for an early
death.
The men in the back probably didn't care. They spread their legs, craned their necks,
looking like they'd still be heroes thirty years from now. Besides, who was looking at them anyway? However, the men in front, because their view was closer to the female prisoners,
had a clearer view of the alluring scenery. The more well-developed women had their backs to them, their large, white buttocks
swaying in the light. Slowly, this aroused the male prisoner at the very front. His already large penis
grew even larger, and he gradually became unable to control himself... The prisoner grew increasingly muscular, swaying and
rocking with the rhythm of the prison cart. This scene enraged the idle widows, who, despite
the crowd, shoved their fat bellies around, rushing and jostling as the cart moved forward, their lecherous eyes no less
intense than those of the men. They spat as they watched, and soon a chorus
of vulgarities, even men would find unbearable, erupted from the crowd…
Thankfully, the journey was short; otherwise, those female prisoners would have suffered brain hemorrhages long ago! The execution ground was already
prepared, or rather, there was nothing extra to prepare. Eight roughly cross-shaped racks made of thick elm wood
had been waiting for some time. The imagined terrifying iron hooks, rings, and chains on the racks were stained with blood
, and several large flies crawled on them.
Almost every rack was flanked by two burly men, each shirtless,
with various terrifying beheading instruments and torture aids at their feet.
Soon, fifteen prisoners were unloaded from the prison cart. The five female prisoners, weakened from being suspended for so
long, hung their heads, bewildered as they were brought to the execution ground.
As usual, the male prisoners were executed first. Eight men were placed on racks, their limbs strapped
to either side in a V-shape. They were naked, their genitals still trembling slightly. Seeing this, I said, "Ah
, let them have some satisfaction before they die; consider it our favor." "Come on," I said, "find a few..."
Five female prisoners were dragged to the center of the execution ground like dogs. The crowd below
stared intently as they moved. Good heavens, these female prisoners, their buttocks raised, faced the onlookers below the execution ground
. They were forced to perform oral sex on the male prisoners with their hands and mouths under the threat of the executioner's knife. The male prisoners
were enjoying themselves immensely. They didn't care about meeting the King of Hell soon. They just looked at the naked beauties at their feet and squinted their eyes, enjoying their last
moments. Only when all the male prisoners' penises were covered in semen did the female prisoners stop their numb bodies
and mouths, mechanically kneeling down and burying their heads.
The burly man beside him raised his knife and brought it down, severing the limp penises of the eight male prisoners.
The bloodied phalluses were severed at the root and fell onto the execution platform. The eight prisoners writhed in agony.
The assistant executioner, holding an iron axe, swung it down on the prisoners' necks. After a jet of red blood, eight heads fell
to the ground, spurting blood that splashed onto the female prisoners nearby, staining the floor red.
The executions were now over. That night, the remaining seven prisoners awaiting execution were bound in the center of the execution ground and
positioned on the execution platform. We, of course, couldn't let the women have their way. We had devised a plan: the female prisoners'
anuses and vaginas were tightly plugged with round wooden sticks. The guards tore open their mouths and poured a
large basin of rice porridge and a small basin of cold water into each of their stomachs. The women's bellies swelled rapidly, each one
resembling a small ball or a pregnant woman, causing them to howl and groan in pain. Seeing that their bellies
were clearly swollen, we stopped and returned to the cell to rest.
The next day, just as dawn was breaking, impatient people began to wander around the execution ground. Some sharp-eyed individuals suddenly
noticed that the female prisoners on the execution platform had rounded bellies and were swaying in discomfort.
Two objects were inserted into each of the naked female prisoners' genitals. The spectators below grew even more excited, eagerly
awaiting the full daylight to see the spectacle.
When a large crowd had gathered below the execution ground, those on the platform began their work. Perhaps feeling their bellies
weren't full enough, we inserted thick rubber tubes deep into the esophagus of all the female prisoners. A
large iron funnel was attached to the top of each tube, and water was continuously poured into their stomachs. The women's stomachs
were already full, and after a night's rest, the cold water had changed. The stale rice
porridge mixed with the cold water caused their stomachs to churn violently, desperately trying to expel feces and urine.
If their lower bodies hadn't been tightly blocked, foul-smelling substances would have already spewed out. At this point, their
stomachs were rumbling with hunger and pain, making it even more unbearable. They disregarded
any feminine modesty, and ignored the lecherous eyes of the men below. Their bodies trembled violently, and they whimpered incessantly
.
But we didn't care about any of that; the more the female prisoners suffered, the more pleasure we derive! Finally, they reached their limit
. The wooden sticks inserted into their anuses were forcibly expelled by the powerful water pressure inside their bellies.
Streams of yellowish water hissed and gushed from their anuses onto the execution ground. Drips of
what appeared to be urine or clear water continued to flow from their anuses. As the female prisoners emptied their intestines
, long-accumulated feces also struggled to be expelled in yellowish strands. While defecating, they
also let out loud farts. The spectators below cheered with excitement, reflexively pressing their own penises as they watched
, panting and staring intently. The female prisoners felt increasingly pleasured, but also increasingly
tormented, because the water never stopped being poured into their bellies.
Finally, one of the female prisoners couldn't hold on any longer. Her eyes rolled back, and she suffocated to death.
Her anus continued to twitch, expelling waste. Seeing this, we stopped
forcing water into their bodies and pulled out the other wooden stick from their genitals, which was still bloody. Now, both their anuses and
genitals were open, releasing water, urine, and feces. After a long time, the female prisoners were finally relieved. However, we
noticed that one of the female prisoners still had a rather large belly. I was puzzled, so I took a knife and stabbed hard into her lower abdomen.
Her skin was pierced and cut open, and hot, sticky intestines and internal organs slowly flowed out.
I used the knife to chop several times into the areas where the sausage was piled high. Besides feces, there were huge
clumps of roundworms inside. Wow, it dawned on me—this woman was the one we'd fed roundworm
eggs in the cell a few dozen days ago! I felt so sorry for her, making her suffer for so long. I bent down to examine her closely.
Besides her large and small intestines, there were also large clumps of roundworms crawling and coiling in her uterus and pelvic cavity
. Clearly, the roundworms were developing rapidly and well, growing long and thick. Suddenly exposed to sunlight, the roundworms were
very uncomfortable and continued crawling erratically.
Looking at the remaining six prisoners, I said, "Leave one to be skinned tomorrow, and behead the other five."
Not long after I finished speaking, five men and women's heads separated from their bodies and went to report to the King of Hell.
That night, we made quite a few preparations. The pretty female prisoner was
suspended between specially made door-shaped wooden pillars in the center of the execution platform. She was also tortured to the point of near death. We went to the butcher and got a
small pigskin. Although it was pigskin, it was definitely not ordinary pigskin. It was very sticky. Most of the flesh and skin tissue on it
was scraped off bit by bit with a knife, leaving only what could be called "skin".
We had the butcher apply a special glue made from boiled pigskin, cowhide, and human skin to the execution device with a brush. To
prevent it from drying out, we placed this specially made execution tool on a large heated kang (a traditional Chinese bed-stove) to bake it. The next
day, when the female prisoner regained consciousness, she found herself itchy. It turned out that several jailers had been
vigorously applying the special glue to her body with small brushes. Except for her neck and above, her calves, thighs, buttocks,
the roots of her thick black hair, the inside of her anus, and her armpits, no area was spared the brush attack. The female prisoner was in so much pain that
she wanted to cry, longing to see her former sisters again.
The time was almost up. Looking at the sparse crowd of onlookers below the execution ground, I thought to myself, "The people below have probably
been almost wiped out in the past two days, and they feel there's nothing left to do." So only a few stubbornly lingered below the platform.
The woman lingered, her eyes glancing at the platform every now and then.
Several jailers, using specially prepared pigskin,
wrapped the female prisoner's upper body tightly from front to back. Her thighs were also bound tightly with rope using two rolls of pigskin. Thus, her upper and lower body were
firmly bound together by the sticky pigskin and rope—or more accurately, glued together.
Two hours later…
the ropes binding the woman's body loosened and fell off, but the pigskin didn't fall off; it remained stuck on
, seemingly very firmly! Two burly men, already positioned in front and behind, grabbed the pigskin binding the woman's upper body with both hands and pulled
hard. A pitiful scream was heard as the pigskin was ripped off completely. But at the same time,
almost all of the woman's smooth, white skin was also torn off alive. Her upper body was instantly a bloody mess, her two
full breasts instantly becoming two bloody lumps. Strangely, the nipples were nowhere to be seen.
The female prisoner's upper body was covered in blood, with streaks of white flesh still visible in some places.
A few pig hairs remained in some of the folds. She quickly lost consciousness, as we had
done the same to her large, pink legs. Seeing her pain, I gave the executioner a signal, and a beautiful head was
swiftly chopped off with a cold axe, rolling to one side, its face still contorted in agony.
Seeing this method of skinning, the crowd below was terrified, barely daring to breathe, staring blankly
at us, then at the headless, naked female prisoner. Fifteen heads, each bearing a different expression of agony, were
tied by the hair with thin ropes and hung in a corner of the execution platform, blood still flowing from them,
displayed like clothes to the numb onlookers. At night, a gust of wind blew, accompanied by the distant
barking of wild dogs, causing the fifteen heads to sway back and forth—a truly horrifying sight
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