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After five years of raiding, the two piratesses Sitami and Anne are finally captured.
After a short trial, they are sentenced to the only possible sentence: to death. To be carried out by beheading with the axe on the public square of Cuba's capital, so that the execution serves as a warning to all others, pirates and not.
The fateful moment has finally come. Two high wooden blocks stand in the center of the large stage erected in San Cristóbal de La Habana's main square. Each of them has a basket just below with a lot of straw. All around thousand of people. Well hidden in the crowd, so that nobody can recognize her, there is a friend of Sitami and Anne, thunderously escaped the capture, that will witness - helplessly - their beheading.
Anne is executed first. Sitami is then forced to assist in the beheading of her friend.
"Executioner, show my head well up," says Anne before settling her head on the fatal wood. An executioner's helper ties her tightly so that she can't move. Then he grabs her by the long hair pulling them hard in order to totally expose her neck. Anne protests a little.
The axe fell upon Anne's neck, sinking into it. The blow is given with such force that the blade of the axe sticks into the wooden block. uunmmggggggg. The man grabbing almost falls backwards with Anne's severed head in her hand. A torrent of blood spurts violently from the neck cut, as in a funny and macabre little fountain, initially shielded by the blade of the axe, still buried in the block, and then free to flow as soon as the axe is removed in order to proceed with the beheading of Sitami.
I'm petrified. For a while I can't look away from where Anne's head used to be and from which, now, the jet of blood gushes. The executioner decapitated her, cutting off her neck in two. In a very little time I will be like this. Terrible... Anne is still alive. There's no doubt about it. She moves her lips rhythmically as if she is trying to say something.
I don't get tied up, there's no need. I lay my head on the wooden block. I have a bit of a hard time settling down as my breasts clutter up a bit. The assistant make me stretch my neck well and rest my chin in the block recess. Then he grabs me by the hair pulling my head. "Stay still, don't move," he tells me peremptoryly.
I can hear well the distinguished noise produced by the flow of the blood still flowing from Anne's body, distant from me only a little. Plic ploc plic ploc... A few steps from me is Anne or rather her head in the hands of the executioner watching me, dear or still alive I cannot say.
I look ahead, towards the cheering crowd. I'm waiting for a time that seems endless. Suddenly, a tremendous pain. I scream... "hoouuunnnggghhh...." then the cry goes out in my throat.
The executioner hits Sitami near the base of her neck, causing her severe pain. She screams loudly, until the blade completely cuts off her neck. For a brief moment he clenches his teeth so hard that they creak. The blade has cut off its spine - I hear a "crack" - and immediately a lot of blood is spun around. Sitami's body stretches for an instant as if she would dive forward, collapsing suddenly to the ground inanimate. In the exact moment of the beheading, the executioner's man moves quickly to the side, deftly avoiding the long splash of blood coming out. He still holds Sitami's truncated head in his hand: he lifts it up and shows it to the crowd. The other man does the same with Anne's head.
I see Sitami's neck stump: a section of tubes, like a geometric design. So two or three of those tubes start to shed blood because the heart is still pumping. The big shafts of blood come out like milk from the sterns of a cow... even the sound is the same.
I see the executioner remove the axe that took place of my head. My decapitated body is still. I see my legs wrapped in my shiny black leather boots. A torrent of blood comes out of my severed neck, pulsating in two jets and forming a large red pool, which already fills half of the basket under the block.
Unlike Anne's, my neck is gone and a huge circular cut has taken the place of my head.
It's over. The executioner shows the truncated heads of the two dreaded piratesses. Sitami still moves her mouth a little, but after a while she remains motionless too. Looks like she's asleep, with her eyes partially closed and her mouth completely open. From the wide cut under her head blood is still dripping...
Two assistants now lift Anne and Sitami's decapitated bodies and tie them each to a chair, so that everyone can see them. As soon as they put her in a seated position, Sitami's breasts are completely smeared with blood that still flows copiously. The heads of the two piratesses are laid between the legs bandaged by their beautiful high boots.
I'm hiding in the crowd, thinking about the next sea raids with other pirates...
After a short trial, they are sentenced to the only possible sentence: to death. To be carried out by beheading with the axe on the public square of Cuba's capital, so that the execution serves as a warning to all others, pirates and not.
The fateful moment has finally come. Two high wooden blocks stand in the center of the large stage erected in San Cristóbal de La Habana's main square. Each of them has a basket just below with a lot of straw. All around thousand of people. Well hidden in the crowd, so that nobody can recognize her, there is a friend of Sitami and Anne, thunderously escaped the capture, that will witness - helplessly - their beheading.
Anne is executed first. Sitami is then forced to assist in the beheading of her friend.
"Executioner, show my head well up," says Anne before settling her head on the fatal wood. An executioner's helper ties her tightly so that she can't move. Then he grabs her by the long hair pulling them hard in order to totally expose her neck. Anne protests a little.
The axe fell upon Anne's neck, sinking into it. The blow is given with such force that the blade of the axe sticks into the wooden block. uunmmggggggg. The man grabbing almost falls backwards with Anne's severed head in her hand. A torrent of blood spurts violently from the neck cut, as in a funny and macabre little fountain, initially shielded by the blade of the axe, still buried in the block, and then free to flow as soon as the axe is removed in order to proceed with the beheading of Sitami.
I'm petrified. For a while I can't look away from where Anne's head used to be and from which, now, the jet of blood gushes. The executioner decapitated her, cutting off her neck in two. In a very little time I will be like this. Terrible... Anne is still alive. There's no doubt about it. She moves her lips rhythmically as if she is trying to say something.
I don't get tied up, there's no need. I lay my head on the wooden block. I have a bit of a hard time settling down as my breasts clutter up a bit. The assistant make me stretch my neck well and rest my chin in the block recess. Then he grabs me by the hair pulling my head. "Stay still, don't move," he tells me peremptoryly.
I can hear well the distinguished noise produced by the flow of the blood still flowing from Anne's body, distant from me only a little. Plic ploc plic ploc... A few steps from me is Anne or rather her head in the hands of the executioner watching me, dear or still alive I cannot say.
I look ahead, towards the cheering crowd. I'm waiting for a time that seems endless. Suddenly, a tremendous pain. I scream... "hoouuunnnggghhh...." then the cry goes out in my throat.
The executioner hits Sitami near the base of her neck, causing her severe pain. She screams loudly, until the blade completely cuts off her neck. For a brief moment he clenches his teeth so hard that they creak. The blade has cut off its spine - I hear a "crack" - and immediately a lot of blood is spun around. Sitami's body stretches for an instant as if she would dive forward, collapsing suddenly to the ground inanimate. In the exact moment of the beheading, the executioner's man moves quickly to the side, deftly avoiding the long splash of blood coming out. He still holds Sitami's truncated head in his hand: he lifts it up and shows it to the crowd. The other man does the same with Anne's head.
I see Sitami's neck stump: a section of tubes, like a geometric design. So two or three of those tubes start to shed blood because the heart is still pumping. The big shafts of blood come out like milk from the sterns of a cow... even the sound is the same.
I see the executioner remove the axe that took place of my head. My decapitated body is still. I see my legs wrapped in my shiny black leather boots. A torrent of blood comes out of my severed neck, pulsating in two jets and forming a large red pool, which already fills half of the basket under the block.
Unlike Anne's, my neck is gone and a huge circular cut has taken the place of my head.
It's over. The executioner shows the truncated heads of the two dreaded piratesses. Sitami still moves her mouth a little, but after a while she remains motionless too. Looks like she's asleep, with her eyes partially closed and her mouth completely open. From the wide cut under her head blood is still dripping...
Two assistants now lift Anne and Sitami's decapitated bodies and tie them each to a chair, so that everyone can see them. As soon as they put her in a seated position, Sitami's breasts are completely smeared with blood that still flows copiously. The heads of the two piratesses are laid between the legs bandaged by their beautiful high boots.
I'm hiding in the crowd, thinking about the next sea raids with other pirates...
Well written.
However, I would love to see their heads on spikes and bodies in a gibbet. I want to read the stories from the pov of the severed head.
However, I would love to see their heads on spikes and bodies in a gibbet. I want to read the stories from the pov of the severed head.
A great story and a great illustration. Beautiful women, beautiful executions.
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