Chapter 5 - Snuffshow
Achmed watched through a peephole as the guards prepared the woman for
execution. In the interests of decency, female guards had been placed in charge.
Aware that they were weaker than the male guards, they liked prepping a prisoner
to ensure that there was no embarrassing struggle in front of the crowd that
always gathered to enjoy these educational spectacles.
Ignorant of the grinning men watching through the peepholes, the female
guards went through what they liked to think of as their secret little
pre-execution ritual. Their technique was simplicity itself.
While the silently peeping men nudged each other gleefully, the prisoner
was roughly stripped naked. Nice tits, nice ass, nice legs, long black hair,
flashing black eyes, a pretty face with high cheekbones, nice whip marks on her
back. Nahida, a murderer, had obviously had the first part of her sentence
executed. Her hands were bound behind her scarred back. Not knowing what was
about to happen, she looked around wildly as a rope was tied to each ankle. Two
teams of female guards each grabbed one of the ropes. At a sign from the female
Captain of the Guards, they jerked hard in an obscene tug of war, spreading
Nahida's legs brutally wide. Unable to keep her balance, Nahida belly flopped,
flat on her tits, winding herself.
The captain of the guard went to work with her steel-toed combat boots,
kicking Nahida as hard as she could in the crotch, over and over. Nahida gave a
sobbing grunt with each savage kick. The object was to damage Nahida's groin
muscles so that she would be forced to shuffle like an old woman. The female
guards would look like heroes, solicitously helping a terrified woman, who was
so deeply in the grip of fear that she could hardly move, assisting her to
accept her just fate. The captain worked for a few minutes between Nahida's
legs, aiming with cruel precision, picking tender targets carefully for each
brutal kick. Nahida cried out and flopped on the floor like a landed fish with
each obscene kiss of the steel-toed boot.
When the captain was at last satisfied that she had, quite literally,
stomped out any possibility of resistance, Nahida was helped up from the floor
and carefully dressed. She was trotted off for her fifteen minutes of fame. Her
execution was to be a televised event. Arab countries are strong believers in
the deterrent power of a savage example.
As he made his way to the execution area, Achmed listened to the news
hawkers in the street howling out the headlines - something about the American
concern over not being able to find the bodies of some female journalists killed
by the Al Qaeda rebels in Afghanistan during the military action there. He shook
his head in wonder. Thousands of locals killed by the foolish Americans and not
a peep in their papers. A few stupid American journalists go poking in a violent
area of their own free will and get killed by the capitalist greed of their
employers. Their bodies go missing and, just because they're American, it's
front-page news to them, amazing tunnel vision.
He caught a ride to the designated execution area along with the camera
team that was capturing the event for the evening news. They set up their
cameras and Nahida was hustled out, hands bound behind her back. As anticipated,
the male onlookers were openly and loudly scornful.
"Look at how slowly she moves! The dumb cunt's scared stiff."
"The stupid cow should have thought of the consequences before she
killed her husband!"
There were strong murmurs of approval. The fact that her husband beat
and raped her regularly wasn't even a mitigating circumstance. The law was
clear. Murder was murder and a man couldn't possibly rape his own wife. The only
fair penalty was death, supplemented by a good preliminary whipping. A crystal
clear example was necessary for any other foolish women out there.
To add a little colour to the proceedings, the noose was to be pulled up
by a crane and the victim hoisted high for all to see as she strangled slowly.
Nahida was hustled up the stairs until she was standing atop a wooden
platform in the middle of a sea of upturned, condemning faces. A black hood was
fitted over Nahida's head by the female executioner and the noose was adjusted
around her throat. The executioner, anxious to do a perfect job while the news
cameras rolled, carefully adjusted the large knot so that it was positioned just
behind Nahida's left ear, to ensure a nice long strangle. Satisfied that
everything was right, she nodded to the crane operator.
The crane operator, also anxious to get things right in front of the
cameras, very slowly pulled up on the noose. He paused dramatically as Nahida
went up on tiptoe. The audience could see her, shaking badly, moaning with fear
and panting hard, a lesson to all on the consequences of evil. The cameras swept
her trembling body from every conceivable angle. When they had enough footage,
the director spoke briefly to the crane operator over a walkie-talkie.
Delicately, taking great care not to break her neck, he lifted her into
the air. Nahida's scrabbling toes left the ground and her body went rigid as she
was hoisted high over the breathless crowd. As her noosed form swayed overhead,
the silent audience could hear her long gasping croak as she tried frantically
to suck in air. At the end of the long-drawn-out hoarse gasp, she choked in a
fit of agonized coughing. Her body convulsed violently and the rope thrummed
briefly. She went rigid again and the audience could hear another slow, hideous,
rasping gasp. This was followed by another agonized convulsion. Everyone laughed
coarsely as a dark circle of urine stained her crotch.
Their helpful parents held up small children so that they could witness
the cycle of the slow hideous gasp followed by the frantic convulsive fit. It
was another twenty minutes before Nahida voided her bowels for the edification
of the crowd. Five minutes after that milestone, she stopped gasping entirely.
Her swaying body jerked strongly in a final, violent death spasm and then was
still. Her body pendulumed back and forth gently in the hot desert breeze.
They left her hanging for another few days, just to be sure and to feed
the vultures. The large birds went about their ghastly, gruesome task with
gusto, tearing Nahida's flesh with their beaks, ripping open her guts with their
talons.
They buried what remained of her desiccated body in an unmarked grave in
the burning desert sands.
