1. (Xiao-yu) (Jade)
There was a drizzle outside.
Inside the room, it was all erotica.
My dark green outer garment and long dress was all over the place; the silk slippers with floral design had been cast to the side, the bright red dudou was hanging on the silk curtain. We had made love over and over again, driving me to new heights, my body aroma and the smell of that man’s sweat mixed together. He had one hand on my left tit while his mouth was engulfing the other one, sucking.
It was then that the door was kicked open.
Of course, I knew who it was that intruded into the room.
The man lying on my body shot up like a scared hare, grabbed his pants and ran towards the veranda.
I stayed on the bed, refusing to flee.
I knew there was no fleeing.
I saw with my own eyes how that man was turned into a porcupine by all those darts and flying daggers.
“Get up!” my husband shouted.
I got up, stark naked.
The hand holding the sword was trembling.
“You whore!”
I smiled sadly. He was right. I was a born whore. Even my name, Yu, meaning jade, had the same pronunciation as “lust”. But, did he know how much I longed that the pair of hands which roamed over my body was his, and not the gutless rascal who had died in such disgrace? If he had not put all his time and energy in his martial arts practice to get famous and neglected me, I would never have become the adulteress that I was.
I did not try to explain; any explanation was so pointless.
The day we were married, everybody said that Cheng yi-he of the Hua-shan martial arts school and Han Xiao-yu of the E-mei school were a perfect match for each other.
I did not even try to take the sword hanging on the wall to offer a desperate fight.
“Kill me,” I said calmly, “and send my head back to E-mei.”
After saying this, I faced the drizzle outside the window and knelt down, my hands crossed in front of me to cover the top of my breasts.
The blade went in from my back, ran through my thin body and came out at the cleavage.
“Argh…” I experienced an orgasm a hundred times more intense than when that man fucked me just a while ago.
“Behead …me!”
I bowed my head to receive my deserved fate.
My head flew many feet, touched ground and rolled to a stop.
My naked body hit the ground with a bang.
My husband hanged my head under the eaves; the head with its dripping blood put the pair of swallows to the flight from their nest.
A slanting wind, a bitter rain, how red the azalea…
Blood red…
2. Xiao-die (Little Butterfly)
This was a performance I did solely for him.
I was dressed in the costume of a female general, the flags behind me fluttering as I whirled and turned.
On the stage, I put the seven feet lance into spin for him, I lost my helmet for him, I discarded my armor for him, I did the hair-dance for him, I braced up my chest to receive the cut for him, I bowed to be beheaded, for him…
All these, he loved to watch.
“Leave, all of you.”
The other actors retired; the musicians, save one blind man playing the stringed hu-qin, retired.
The hu-qin made a sad melody.
He bent down, stripped away my white blouse and took off the moon-white dudou.
We copulated in the music of the blind artist.
“Xiao-die, when dawn comes, you must leave,” he spoke into my ear.
I shook my head. “No. I am willing to die for you.”
He sighed. “What is the point?”
What is the point? What is the point of being born? What is the point of us finally meeting and loving each other, and then we must part?
They say all actresses are without hearts. That was because all those who said this never understood the real heart of an actress.
On the following morning, the blind man left, after receiving his pay.
I did not leave.
When the constables came, I was put under shackles, as he was.
“Let her go, she was just an actress,” he said.
“No! I am his concubine. I am carrying his child.”
Normally, anyone pregnant would not be put to death immediately. They would wait for the baby to be born, weaned before executing the mother. But I knew the Regent was bent to obliterate his entire family. He would not allow me or the one in my womb to survive.
The sentences were quick to come down…
Immediate execution by beheading.
So, I mounted the ox-cart with him and we proceeded to the western market, the normal spot chosen as execution ground.
All together, seventy something people were to die that day.
I saw his head fall, then hanged high for all to see.
Then it was the turn for the women, seven of us. We were disrobed before our heads would be cut off.
Our white blouses were thrown to the ground; the dudou of all sorts of colors then followed.
“Dying in the nude; good!” I muttered to myself. I knew he would feel excited to see this.
The end of my seven feet long hair was grabbed and pulled tight.
The executioner spat a mouthful of rice-wine on his blade. And the next instant, a coldness at my neck…
My head was hanged to the pole adjacent to his.
Piles of semi-naked bodies were left there to be exposed under the scorching sun for all to see.
The wind blew; our heads swayed on top of the poles.
Never abandon each other, even in face of death. And being buried in one single grave, what more could I ask for?
3. Xue (Snow)
I rode out alone to challenge him, and he came to meet me, all by himself.
I used a pole-sword. His weapon was a halberd.
Perhaps I was the strongest opponent he had met so far.
Two hundred rounds and neither of us could win.
But after that, my strength failed me. Hence, my helmet tilted away, my pole-sword flew from my hands.
I sat on my saddle and awaited Death to claim me.
He planted his halberd up-side-down on the ground, got close to me and slowly took off my white leather armor with the two brass plates protecting my breasts.
I did not resist.
Then, he pulled me over to his saddle.
He stripped my skirt, ripped away the white riding blouse and put his hand over my snow-white dudou to fondle my tits.
“Kill me, kill me please…” I pleaded.
I was pulled down from the horse. Whatever clothes still remained were removed from me. At a distance twice the range of an arrow from the Southern Gate of the city, I accepted his violation.
“Your father killed my wife. I will take your head to console her soul.”
I nodded. “I am willing. I came to fight you because I wanted to be slain by you.”
He was stunned.
“I could not become your wife. Then, let me be your captive to be slaughtered. Please, behead me in front of my fort.”
He dragged me to a spot just outside the range of an arrow. In my total nakedness, I voluntarily put my wrists behind my back for him to bind.
“Tell me your name.”
“Wanyan Xue”
“Argh. Xue, snow-white…Is that why you were dressed in white armor? Even your dudou was white.”
I blushed.
“Look here!” he shouted. “The defeated warrior, Wanyan Xue, is now to be beheaded!”
He took my pole-sword; I threw my hair to my front to offer my neck.
The pole-sword was raised. In ecstasy, I bowed my head lower. The blade fell; my head flew, and then rolled down into the water of the moat.
He dipped his hand into the water and caught my long hair, hauling my head dripping with water up. The blood had been rinsed off, my dull eyes staring at the rampart…
Is that my father? How would he feel when he saw his own daughter being beheaded in front of his very eyes?
My body had toppled to the front. It was kicked over and now the breasts were pointing to the sky.
He drove a spear into my left tit, pinning my body to the ground where he placed my head on the other end.
My last feeling was the tip of my long hair brushing against my nipples…
4. Hitomi (pupils)
The castle had fallen.
The supporting minor keeps and the tora-ma chambers were all in flames.
The main keep was where we would make our last stand.
“The Lord has fallen in battle. Ojosan, please kill yourself.”
I looked at him, Wada Jubei, the commander of our spearmen.
“Then, you will act as my kaishakunin.”
“Hai!”
I took off my armor, loosened up the front of my shiromuku.
“Jebei, touch me…”
He was shocked, speechless.
“Do you wish to deprive me even of this small request?”
I had secretly loved him for so long. But as the daughter of the lord of the castle, I could not openly love a low rank samurai.
But now, the castle had fallen and the Akitsuki clan would be no more. It no longer mattered.
He put his hand under the lap of my shiromuku and covered my tits over the chest-wrapping cloth.
“Thank you, Jubei. Tell me I am beautiful.”
“You are, Hitomi,” He whispered. “I will never forget you, or your pair of beautiful eyes.” He did not use the honorific address of ojosan, but had spoken my name. I found tears rolling down my cheeks, in gratitude.
“Will you die with us after you act as my kaishakunin?”
“I will go out and fight bravely until l am killed,” he answered.
“Good. Now do it!”
He stood up and pulled his katana made by the famous sword-smith Muramasa from the sheath.
I rearranged my lap and rinsed the dirk given to me by my father.
“How I wish to be reborn as a red-spider-lily (Lycoris radiate) to grow along the road to the Underworld, to guide the wandering souls who had fallen in battles,” I recited my parting prayer.
Jubei breathed heavily. He understood the implication of the words.
Everything was to end…
I turned the tip of the dirk towards my jugular vein.
And stabbed…
The Muramasa blade cut into the small of my neck…
My head fell on the tatami, blood spurting out from the neck stump…
Jubei completed the movement to shake off the blood from the blade, bowed to my slightly forward inclining body and then rushed down the Keep to throw himself in the final fighting.
I could barely hear the sound of clashing steel and cries of agony from the ground before the keep…
5. Sophie (wisdom)
She stripped the strapless black brassiere from me.
My tits sprang and she jumped on them and put them in her hand and mouth.
“Argh…” I spread my arms wide and clutched at the iron rings on the wall.
“Julia, Julia…” I muttered her name
“Sophie, I love you!” She began to kiss my navel.
The lower part of my body was hopelessly damp.
This would be the last time we made love.
At dawn, they would lead us out of our cells, to walk all the way to the courtyard of the prison and execute us as traitors.
The method of execution was to be guillotined.
So, we are traitors?
Does supporting an oppressed people here in Algiers mean we are traitors? Should the nation always precede justice? Besides, one quarter of Julia’s blood was Arabian.
I was one hundred percent French.
I joined the resistance for Julia. But unlike her, I did not throw bombs. I just handed out pamphlets.
But I did not regret it.
If Julia was to be executed alone and I was spared, I would hate myself.
So, tomorrow both of us were to die. The heads would be severed from the beautiful bodies and stuck between the thighs. After that, they would be put in a make-shift coffin and buried without ceremony.
This desolate desert was to be the place where our bones would be buried.
“Argh..argh…” I already had two orgasms. But Julia still did not wish to stop.
She started to lick my cunt…
And then it was all over. We held each other tight, both of us naked.
“Julia, sing that song for me once more, please.”
She smiled, then sang in her soft voice:
Des yeux qui font baiser les miens,
Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche,
Voila le portrait sans retouche
De l’homme auquel j’appartiens……
Il est entre dans mon coeur
Une part de bonheur
Dont je connais la cause…
When she finished the song, I kissed her passionately.
“Julia, knowing you is the best thing that happens to me in my entire life,” I said.
“Je t’aime aussi, beaucoup.” She kissed me back.
When daylight came, we were allowed to take our last shower and put on the clothes we had selected for our execution. I had chosen a white shirt and a pair of tight-fitting black pants. Julia chose a white camisole and a skirt with floral patterns. Both of us did not put on any underwear.
The guards marched us out of our cells.
There were so many soldiers and policemen taking up their positions in the courtyard.
The huge killing machine had been erected in the center.
A priest came up for our last confessions. I accepted it. Julia just gave him the finger and I could not help but roared out my laugh.
They dragged Julia onto the sliding plank, bound her hands and then pushed the plank forward so that her neck rested on the lunette.
“Sophie, je t’aime!” she shouted.
“Julia, I love you too!”
An officer pulled the lever and the blade crashed down.
Julia’s body shook violently and I knew her head had fallen into the wicker basket in front of the machine.
“You bastards!” I cursed the officer standing next to me in a low voice.
He just shrugged his shoulders.
Then, I was on the plank.
The plank was pushed forward and my head passed the lunette. I heard the small clicking sound that locked the upper part in place. I looked down and saw her head in the basket. Her eyes were still wide open.
Suddenly, I wanted to kiss her, and feel her hands once more caressing my breasts…
Cluck!
I felt a pain at the back of my neck and my head flew towards Julia….
Finally…a…kiss…
(End)