Guillotine author Shi Yan

The Guillotine

(3094 words)
This story is purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
When Song Weixin was sent to the execution chamber, Wang Xiaoer was utterly stunned. Usually, female prisoners executed here were from the lower classes, their skin rough, and coupled with extreme fear, they were hardly attractive. This twenty-five-year-old woman, though haggard, had remarkably fair and delicate skin, clearly a lady of high birth. Her composed expression further enhanced her dignified beauty. Being an executioner is not a desirable profession; if not for the pressures of life, no one would choose it. However, having chosen it, one must be able to find amusement.
Wang Xiaoer was such an executioner, but he used prisoners to amuse himself. Of course, Wang Xiaoer dared not provoke those desperate outlaws, but once their heads were severed, it was a different story. Wang Xiaoer liked to place their heads on the table. For prisoners who were relatively polite to him, he would put two small plasters on their temples to make them look like consumptive ghosts, and roar at the fierce ones. For those who frightened him, he would draw their eyebrows and apply red lipstick, dressing them up like women.
He was happiest when female prisoners were executed, because before their punishment, they would either weep silently, cry loudly, or collapse in a heap. A few were fearless, but at least they wouldn't frighten him, so he could amuse himself with them while they were still alive. The guillotine was a French invention, and only in this concession did such a thing exist, naturally based on French law. Of course, foreigners wouldn't be sent here to be executed; only Chinese could be killed here.
Wang Xiao'er liked the guillotine, not only because it was safer than the executioner's blade, but also because prisoners were executed lying face down. Men were less likely to resist, while women's positions were more alluring. Even better, the French didn't allow the execution of virgins, giving Wang Xiao'er a rare opportunity to legally remove a female prisoner's trousers for inspection.
He naturally preferred virgins, as the French rule didn't exempt virgins from execution; rather, it required deflowering them before execution—a privilege unique to him as an executioner. Wang Xiao'er was illiterate and didn't care who the prisoner was or what crime they committed. Killing was simply his job; even his own father, if sent here, would be beheaded without hesitation.
In this execution chamber, besides Wang Xiao'er, he had three assistants: Sun Laizi, Liu Tuzi, and Wu Mazi. Naturally, Wang Xiao'er wouldn't forget to leave them some scraps—sharing the good fortune, since they'd all ended up in this kind of place. There were usually no outsiders in the execution chamber. Before the execution, the executioner would have the constables bring in the prisoner, whose hands were bound, and hand him over to Wang Xiaoer's assistants. Then the constables would leave, close the door, and Wang Xiaoer and his team would carry out the execution. After the execution, the assistants would carry the head out to show the executioner, and then the execution would be over. Afterward, Wang Xiaoer would call for people to carry away the prisoner's body, which was placed in a long willow basket.
Usually, the prisoners' feet were also bound so that they could not struggle. Whether male or female, prisoners were brought in shirtless to facilitate the execution. During the execution, the assistants would pull up the guillotine, engage the mechanism, raise the chaff used to clamp the prisoner's neck, then two assistants would grab the prisoner's armpits, and one would hold the prisoner's legs, lifting him face down onto the execution platform. Wang Xiaoer would lower the chaff to clamp the prisoner's neck, rendering him immobile. Then, Wang Xiaoer would pull the mechanism, and the out-of-control guillotine would whistle down from a height of over ten feet, instantly severing the prisoner's head into a small willow basket below.
When executing female prisoners, Wang Xiaoer would usually decide on his execution procedure based on her appearance and age. If the prisoner was old and ugly, he would disdain to do it himself, simply instructing his assistants to place the prisoner on the execution platform, pull down her trousers, and then he would take a wooden stick as thick as a child's arm and poke it into the woman's genitals, both as an inspection and as a deflowering, before beheading her.
If the female prisoner was young and beautiful, Wang Xiaoer would personally grab her legs, so that her buttocks would be closest to him; he liked to see women with their buttocks facing upwards. Of course, after placing her on the platform, he would personally pull down her pants, inspect her, climb onto the platform, and personally deflower her. Afterward, he would have his three assistants take turns enjoying themselves before beheading her. As soon
as Song Weixin entered, Wang Xiaoer immediately felt his lower body hard as a wooden stake. Perhaps because she had originally been wearing a cheongsam, after taking off her upper body, except for her shoes and socks, she was only wearing shorts, exposing her fair and delicate skin, so white and tender it seemed as if it could be broken with a touch. Her two full breasts stood erect on her chest, the small nipples slightly upturned, and her slender waist revealed a rounded curve.
Wang Xiaoer had never seen such a woman before; he felt a sense of suffocation. The three assistants shared Wang Xiaoer's feeling. Sun Laizi and Liu Tuzi grabbed the woman's arms, their own erections already forming. Wu Mazi, being quite sensible, didn't rush to grab Song Weixin's legs, knowing that Wang Xiaoer would take matters into his own hands this time.
Sure enough, Wang Xiaoer suppressed his lust, walked behind Song Weixin, glanced down at her buttocks encased in her shorts, then squatted down, grabbed her plump thighs from behind, and lifted her face down.
Song Weixin didn't resist. Although she hadn't expected the French to make a deal with the Qing government to execute her, having joined the revolutionaries, she was prepared to die. Therefore, from the moment her cheongsam and undergarment were stripped off, she maintained this composed demeanor, only a hint of humiliation blushing on her fair face.
Wang Xiaoer looked down at Song Weixin's legs, so white and delicate. He lowered his head slightly, peering through the cuffs of her trousers. Between her white thighs, he could vaguely see a patch of equally white flesh on her buttocks. Wang Xiaoer, trying to control his breathing, and with his two assistants, placed Song Weixin on the guillotine. He pushed her forward, letting her head protrude through the notch in the neck support. Wu Mazi quickly lowered the upper clamp, trapping Song Weixin's head inside.
Wang Xiaoer untied the ropes binding Song Weixin's feet, pulled off her shoes and socks, revealing two slender, curved feet. Her feet were white and delicate, her toes almost translucent. Wang Xiaoer took a deep breath and began to stroke her feet and calves, starting with her toes, then moving his fingers upwards. Song Weixin didn't struggle. Once her head was stuck in the clamp, neither men nor women usually struggled anymore; Wang Xiaoer knew this well. The slight trembling of the woman's body told Wang Xiaoer that she felt a strong sense of humiliation at being played with by a strange man, and the more she felt this way, the stronger Wang Xiaoer's desire became.
He pulled down the woman's pants, revealing her round buttocks. Song Weixin had never imagined being stripped naked before torture, so the shame she felt was extremely intense, almost making her cry. But she managed to hold back, even though she couldn't control her pounding heart. She knew she couldn't escape, so she could only bravely endure it.
Wang Xiaoer carefully stroked the woman's buttocks. They were round, firm, white, tender, and elastic, which he found very tempting. He slowly parted the flesh, observing carefully. The woman's anus was small, light in color, tightly contracted, revealing deep, radiating wrinkles. He then used his other hand to pry open the muscles of her tightly clenched thighs, revealing two thick folds of flesh and a deep slit.
Wang Xiaoer felt himself losing control, so he quickly closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. The woman's labia were a lighter color, with no pubic hair at the back, and a small glimpse of the dark red labia minora peeking out from the middle.
Wang Xiaoer spread the woman's buttocks, thighs, and labia together, revealing pink flesh and the deep vagina. Although he knew that a woman of this age couldn't possibly be a virgin, he still wanted to check, still wanted to deflower her; he called it "just in case."
So, Wang Xiaoer spread Song Weixin's legs wide, exposing her genitals, climbed onto the platform, knelt between her legs, and then leaned down, pressing his hips against her snow-white buttocks, inserting his already restless penis between her labia.
Song Weixin felt something hard pressing against her vaginal opening; she was about to be raped. She bit her lip, swallowing the tears that welled up in her eyes, and then her vagina was filled by the man. The executioner saw Song Weixin's head, her angry eyes still glistening with tears. Song
Weixin's headless corpse lay in a willow basket, her pubic bone and inner thighs covered in wet semen, her sparse pubic hair matted together in clumps. The ignorant Wang Xiaoer and his assistants stood beside her, still gleefully satisfying their lust. The French executive officer, upon seeing the severed head, wasn't as pleased as Wang Xiaoer and his men. In his heart, regardless of the humiliation this woman had suffered, she was a true hero for calmly facing death for her beliefs.

[The End]

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