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 Snuff, necro

   A SOLDIERS TALE - THE EXECUTION OF LADY JANE GRAY

   As Guildford Dudley's body was brought back from Tower Hill, I was in
the room where his wife Lady Jane Grey waited with the Lieutenant of the
Tower, Sir John Brydges, his brother and deputy - Thomas Brydges, her two
ladies and John Feckenham, Mary I's chaplain and confessor, who had been
sent to Jane to prepare her for her death.  She was watched the cart arrive
with the body clearly laying in the straw in the back, her husbands head
lying at its side.  I heard her breath start and clearly she was struggling
to contain the emotion.  At that moment as the time for her own execution
was almost on us, the Lieutenant nodded for me to fetch two old ladies who
were waiting in the outer room.  These were two midwives and they entered
the room and begged Lady Jane's forgiveness which was gifted, "Let us be
done with this" says she as if she were still a queen.  She turned her back
and her ladies fussed about and took off her house gown.  My duty was to
watch her at all times to ensure that she did not try to slip the bounds of
justice so while others turned their backs to provide privacy I was left to
stare at her as rthe sun light lit her up shining through her under dress
showing her form.  The ladies fussed at the front of her easing a breast
out and squeezing at her teat.  The got close to it and teased it between
fingers and looked for any discharge.  Apparently unsatisfied they asked
Lady Jane to lie down.  She was laid down by her ladies and the midwives
pulled up her skirts and showed her bare legs up to her thighs.  She lay
upon the palliass that was there for this reason, her knees lifted and one
of the midwives put her fingers into her cunny and fished round in it. 
Jane bit her lip as this was done.  After a few moments the midwives stood
and helped Jane to rise.  A simple nod to the Lieutenant "She is not with
child." The lieutenant nodded "Madam I am instructed that the queen in her
munificence has said ordered that instead of burning alive that your head
should be struck from your body and that the time set for this has arrived
and that we are now to proceed." Lady Jane's attendants commenced to dress
her.  Suddenly Lady Jane appeared to loose her composure.  "Wait, please, a
moment I need to use the privy" "Madam" The lieutenant said, "I understand
but it is hardly necessary Madam, you know that it matters not at all."
Lady Jane looked agast.  "Am I a common criminal to be left shit myself in
death?" "You will in any case madam, so it matters not.".  Then the priest
stepped in, "Lieutenant, I beg they this is no way to treat a Lady who was
your queen, if it matters not let her have some dignity" The lieutenant
thought for a moment , probably about how this Priest was the queens own
chaplain and had her ear.  "My apologies my lady, You are of course right.
The privy is out of the question but I will have a bucket brought for you."
She nodded and turned to face the window.  A bucket was brought in and
placed in the centre of the cell.  Lady Jane was assisted by her ladies to
squat over the bucket while they held up her skirts.  She started a brown
flow like a flux pouring out with farts and gaseous emissions.  It was
clear that she was in some distress.  But the time was given and she was
allowed to continue in this vein for minutes longer.  Eventually it stopped
and one of her ladies cleaned her with some linen.  "Is it a long walk" she
asked "Not far madam" the lieutenant replied.  "Then I am ready" she said.
A fine moment except for the stink that filled the cell from the bucket,
and the thunderously wet fart that protruded as soon as she moved.  Our
small procession then set off.  Lady Jane Grey was led out by the
Lieutenant, followed by the others, to a scaffold in Tower Green, where she
was to have a private execution, unlike her husband who had been executed
on Tower Hill.  Jane's ladies wept as they walked but Jane controlled her
emotions.  She was dressed.  as she was for her trial, all in black, and
carried her prayer book which she read from all the way".  On the way we
passed a small room where the body of Guilford lay being attended by the
morticians who prepared the body for the grave.  They were taking off his
clothes as we passed and he was lying on the stone floor half naked his
cock and balls visible.  Lady Jane stopped and stared for a moment. 
"Please move on madam." The lieutenant said kindly, "Is that what waits me?
is that how I shall be treated?" "Madam," He said, " it hardly matters does
it?" She shook her head and moved on.  The scaffold was a low platform in
the centre of the green.  A few short steps leading up to the platform
which was edged with a banister and held a large quantity of straw amongst
which would be the block.  The executioner stood to the side, wearing a
black hood over his head, just his eyes showing, he was wearing leather
trews but his top was naked, As she climbed the scaffold, Jane turned to
the lieutenant.  "May I speak?" She asked.  The lieutenant agreed and she
stopped at the head of the scaffold and after looking round at the small
group of witnesses began to speak her last thoughts.  While she gabbled on
I was getting into position to avoid her being freed by anyone in the small
group.  The spectators were all here to see a young girl loose her head and
probably were not interested in freeing her or listening to what she has to
say.  As I glanced round I could see a few hands in skirts and a few men
who's codpieces look a more stretched than normal.  The executioner stepped
up onto the platform, his cock stretching his pants in an disfiguring
manner.  These were the things that propriety had you avoid seeing.  My own
member was pushing hard against my trews, but luckily was hidden by the
lower edge of my jerkin.  It was always like this when you watch the ladies
getting stripped for burning, or whipping, or down to their slips to have
their heads off, it makes you hard and some of them are grateful for all
they can get the night before.  A week before this was the burning of a
heretic who was to be whipped and have her baps ripped with hot irons
before being dispatched on a slow grill.  The night before she was wild,
pulled all her clothes off and begged for it in every hole, all night, till
the blood flowed from front and back.  She became engorged with ecstasy and
didn't feel anything.  As the whip tore into her you would think it a
lovers caress, and as her baps were torn off it was a lovers kiss, I swear
that she was squirting her juices onto the griddle and still coming with
wild screams even as the flames tickled her.  Lady Jane finished her
jabbering and went down on her knees to bother God a bit.  I couldn't see
the point because if he was there waiting for her she would be saying it
face to face in a few minutes.  She stood then and made a show of thanking
her friends and servants who had come this far with her.  It was all for
show as those close by could hear her faltering voice Then the show started
as she pulled off her gloves.  I had seen the like in a tavern where a poor
girl would get on the table dressed in finery and solely remove her clothes
down to her petticoats in imitation of these things.  It was a throbbing
experience and no mistake.  Usually though the tavern girl made a lot of
pence as she tried to satisfy the lust of all in the sheds afterwards. 
Lady Jane was fumbling with the ties on her gown The executioner stepped
forward and took hold of the gown top ready to remove it.  But she was not
ready for this and stepped back with a start.  The situation was retrieved
by the lieutenant who acted quickly and waved the executioner back.  "It is
customary for him to assist madam, but here let your ladies do it.." Lady
Jane was shaking now and it was clear she was only a moment from loosing
control.  The ladies took moments to unlace Lady Jane's gown and then
removed it.  She stood then in her slips looking small and innocent and
scared as she turned back towards the executioner.  Then we all stood then
waiting the Queen's pleasure.  It was custom to wait a short while to give
the queen occasion to put aside the passing of the sentence if that was her
pleasure.  Jane stood praying her hands clasped before her and her head
cast down, But you could see her shaking, No word arrived and the
executioner stepped forward.

   "Move to the straw if you please." He said and pointed at the place he
wanted her to stand.  Lady Jane moved forward slowly.  Each step seemed
laboured and she was looking at the block as if she was seeing it for the
first time.  "Come forward and kneel, madam." He pointed down to the straw
that covered the floor before the block.

   Jane looked at the executioner, her eyes wide and she was shaking in
terror, she spoke quietly in a trembling voice, "I pray you, despatch me
quickly" and then she knelt before the block "Will you take it off before I
lay me down?".  "No, madam" Lady Jane tossed her head forward, out of the
way of her neck, and put on the blindfold.  It was then that she started to
panic.  She put her arms forward trying to grasp the block but such was her
position her knees where caught in her slip and even reaching far forward
she could not feel the block.  "What shall I do?  Where is it?" she said as
she searched frantically for it, and as everyone stood watching she started
to loose control and begin to panic.  I could hear bubbling from her back
end.  A man in front of the scaffold seeing the distress stepped forward
and tried to help her.  As he did the lieutenant nodded to me to let him be
and he came and took her arms and guided them to the edge of the block. 
She was able to shuffle forward a little and as she did the front of her
slip was being pulled down, and as she leaned forward to the block her
breasts fell forward and were exposed.  I was so interested in seeing these
tits dangling that I almost missed the axe coming down and severing her
head.  Her body arched as the axe hit and her legs splayed outwards like a
cheep whore over an anvil.  From the stump of her neck a great fountain of
blood erupted splashing out over the block, the straw and the front row of
the crowd.  And at the back slip rode up her back and her water released. A
golden shower of piss shot out of her across the As the body lay twitching
as the axe man lift up her head and showed it to the crowd.  Usually at
this point the mortician come forward and move the body down to a cellar
where it is cleaned and made ready for burial.  But today there was no
warrant to move the body so the priest who was her friend went off to seek
permission from the queen to move the body.  The crowd was moved out and
the scaffold cleared and I was left there with the mortician waiting for
word that she could be moved.  "I hope he's back soo or she will be dry and
hard, No swivering then" He said.  I though I had misheard him so I asked
what he meant.  "Perk of the job." he said, "we gets to pull off her
drawers, if she has them on and clean her up wipe round her dungies and
sell a look for halfpenny a touch for a penny and five minutes in private
for two pence., Later a French ambassador was given leave to pass.  He
stood for a while, then called to us to cover her.  "She is half naked.  No
way to leave a queen." He was told that we could not do anything until the
Queens pleasure was known.  "The blood," He said, "So much blood from such
a little corpse." Then he passed on.  "I prey your Queens pleasure is
quickly made and this child is put to rest." I thought he was a cock in his
fine clothes and wondered what he should be saying to us, who comes from
such a bloody land.  It was three hours before the warrant arrived by that
time she had gone stiff and I was told to help the mortician move the body
and to lend what assistance I could.  We lifted the body down to the small
room and put it up on a table.  The mortician pulled up her slip and patted
her arse.  "look at that" he said " what a waste." He pulled off her slip,
leaving just her shat in drawers.  "They won't pay for this stink." He
laughed, and had me take one leg and he the other as we strove to pull them
open.  She lay then like a cheep whore legs wide open while the mortician
cut off her drawers.  Then with a bucket of water and using what I could
see was Guilford,s shirt as a rag cloth he began to clean her up.  "Look at
that shit hole," he said pushing three fingers into it.  "She and him must
have been sodomising for it to stretch so far.." He turned her over.  "What
a waste, look at the hair on that cunny, not much at all.  You forget how
few years she was, just a child." Just a child or not, he pushed the rag
into her hole and wiped it out.  "Has to be nice and clean for them that
wants to get close, if you know what I mean." He made a gesture with his
arm to indicate a stiff member, and laughed.  I stood watching while he
turned her body this way and that as he continued to wipe and scrub while
outside a small queue formed and waited.