In front of the dazzling lanterns, her waving body threw sharp contours on the translucent linen shirt. Captivated by the image of the female frame, I followed how it bent seductively forced by galvanic currents!
Illuminated like a ballerina in the opera house, she rode the blood-smeared body of the black Jonas on the menacingly swaying dissecting table!
In her bright spread lap, the thigh-tendons stretched to the limit.
Copper wires connected his torso to humming apparatuses full of seething acid that chased deceptive life through his body.
His ashen skin, covered with death spots, steamed. Twitching sinews tore at the powerful muscles of his limbs. Just snatched from hell, the murder-burners torso sent himself with uncontrollably flailing arms to rip the shirt from the body of his tender horsewoman!
One could take it as proof that male sexual instinct does not sit in the head.
Watching feverish, I longed for his success.
His barky terror-dick swaying heavily on the bending torso driven by electric jolts rammed into her tender lap with a dull sound like hoof stamping.
Groaning, deprived of her breath, the maiden needed both hands to clamp to the chest of her enraged Minotaur to avoid being thrown off by him.
The supple lips of her rudely attacked vulva kissed their way to the penile seam of the sticky, dirty privates, licking fresh vitality into his thick testicles!
Like puppets, they bounced at their spermatic cords blindly in his wrinkled sack, seeking to fire their rotting seed into the virgin's pure uterus.
Pity! Had he been hanged, his monstrosity would be stiff enough to penetrate her.
He would be welcome!
Her consuming desire for the juice of his loins was evident.
Sweet-smelling, viscous nectar flowed from her imploding Vagina, trapping the fluttering fuckstick in a web of silvery threads.
Along this web, crackling lightning bolts shimmied.
I stood paralyzed amidst the witnesses of this demonic act.
Shame and lust stung likewise in my loins and caused tickling shivers!
Around me, glittering eyes stared from horny flushed grimaces and reminded me urgently of my responsibility for Juliane's reputation.
You good-for-nothing! Out of nowhere, my enraged father appeared and dragged me under the steaming knife of the guillotine...
You owe me! Adam assisted him and strapped me with my back to the stretcher!
In a soundless scream, I tried to free my leaden limbs with all my strength, which seemed to be caught in a tough clue.
I DIE WILLINGLY, the cry of Schinderhannes echoed through the fog from which the dripping guillotine came rumbling down on me!
At the last moment, a supernatural force snatched me from the stretcher and threw me dully onto the blood-soaked boards...
My nightmare ended with the impact!
In a strange mixture of relief and regret, I waited to see if my stagnant heart would find its beat.
Sweat-soaked, skull throbbing, I found myself gasping on the floorboards.
Sitting up dizzily, I leaned against the bed frame and propped my aching head. Sweat dripped onto my shirt, stretched like a tent over my throbbing hardon. My dick pulsed in the aftermath of the arousing collage of memory and fiction my troubled mind had randomly woven.
I hardly dared to breathe. The slightest stimulus might cause the seething lust in my loins to bubble over.
I poured water into the washbowl with trembling arm and dipped the glowing face into the cold wet!
During the absence of my father, I had procuration.
After instructing our clerks downstairs in the Kontor, I found the women of our household chatting familiarly in the lounge.
Juliane sat on the floor in front of the armchair, washing our mother's feet for her upcoming bloodletting.
This posture showed off her adorable figure in that stretched white and gray striped muslin dress with interwoven silver threads. Her loose, only shoulder-length hair seemed to my mother not worth trouble.
But she would have no peace if she knew what her daughter had looked at yesterday!
The 20 executions were only the first act of the drama...
After the events under the scaffold, the two medical students Pittschaft and Grösser, had taken young Julius to their hearts.
In any case, the two jockeyed to wash the blood of Schinderhannes from "his" face.
Finally, Grösser gently held her chin while Pittschaft dabbed the war paint from her cheeks and nose.
Through their intercession, we then got into the mysterious hut next to the scaffold. The wildest rumors had been circulating in Mainz for days!
After the strangest devices and machines had been brought in for weeks, a genuinely Faustian laboratory awaited us.
Voltaic columns, Leiden bottles, copper, zinc, and an electrifying machine were ready!
Numerous lanterns flooded the hut with light!
So that the members of the medical private society to Mainz, among others a city physicist, several doctors, and obstetricians, a surgeon, druggists, and pharmacists under the aegis of professor Molitor no still so tiny detail of the planned experiments at the corpses escaped.
Alerted, I couldn't confront my sister in front of the assembled staff.
Wisely, she kept close to Grösser or Pittschaft.
In contrast to my horrified pallor, Juliane's face bloomed with curiosity and the thrill of the outrageous.
As the stocky carcass of Black Jonah was hefted onto the dissection table by a couple of assistants, Professor Molitor took a close look at young Julius:
"...then make himself useful, young man. Take the shirt off the murder burner!"
"Errr...!"
This was certainly nothing for an innocent damsel!
With wide eyes, she studied the male genitals. Too bad I would never know what was going on in her head.
As for me, the unwashed male tails with sticky testicles appear very unappetizing.
While she washed the dirty butt of black Jonas so that the city physicist could explain to her how she could insert a copper probe into the rectum of the robber, she got excited spots.
When his body subsequently came to life through the galvanic currents, the God-fearing girl squealed in fright.
Horrified covering her mouth, she bounced back as he belly-down, burbling out his open throat, started jumping, driven by the infernal apparatuses.
A miracle that nobody saw through her masquerade!
The professor himself taught her at the naked body of the Schinderhannes. He let her feel the caved-in breast of the robber chief while he diagnosed a consumption based on the pressed in condition and a fist-size cavity in it which would have led within two years anyway to death!
Only after one brought the robbers' heads under electric jolts to the teeth grinding and before our eyes a star operation had accomplished I could persuade her to go home. It just costs the promise to visit the exhibition of the chain prisoners on the marketplace with her today...
Of course, I did not mention this to our mother when I picked her up.
Jule carefully put the bowl and towels aside and smoothed her dress. She took me by the hand and pulled me behind her into the cellar.
As my mother's right hand, she knew every corner of our house far better than I did.
So we stood in the light of the lantern again in front of the said box of old clothes!
"Males got it easier!"
I gawked in surprise at her back as she slipped out of the chemise dress and silk underdress before my eyes!
Tohh!
Except for a tight bodice flattening her breasts and knee-high stockings, she wore nothing
on her body!
Her sweet peach butt trembled seductively as she threw on a fresh linen chemise. The fabric sank like a curtain over the teasing dimples on her slender back.
During my bachelor voyage, she had blossomed into a lovely woman!
"Errr!...Can you even breathe in that?"
Jule looked over her shoulder and smiled, flattered by my looks.
"Bad!...But...acceptable if I could go to medical school for it!"
"You're not serious?!"
I asked, aghast at the rebel who mutated back into the boy Julius before my eyes.
After buttoning up her frock coat, she took my hands in her cool fingers.
Her touch shot tickling bolts of lightning through my body, precisely into the wrong regions, where they probably nurtured following forbidden dreams.
She blinked pleadingly into my eyes:
"YOU!...Velten...You could support me!"
"Naa!... How do you imagine that? Are you going to run away? You have no idea how rough it is in the fraternities! Do you want to carouse with them, fencing and sing revolutionary songs? Impossible pretend for such a long time, Jule! Even if you did, what are you going to do with it?"
"I could emigrate to Philadelphia!?"
She indeed hadn't hatched that plan overnight! What else might be going on in that pretty head of hers?
"Forget it!... Father will receive a stroke!"
Most strangers had left the city already yesterday before the gates got closed.
Here and there, figures staggered through the alleys after a night of drinking, which we chose so as not to encounter acquaintances or neighbors.
At the market, we disappeared into the crowd.
Here the condemned criminals sat displayed on a scaffolding of boards.
Their arms were forged behind their backs to a long chain. Above each hung a paper with name, residence, crime, and punishment wrote on.
In front of the scaffold was a box on which stood an armchair.
On it sat the sick father of the Schinderhannes. A less more than a 50-year-old sick man who, to all appearances, would not live a month longer.
While I studied his notice in which he was sentenced to 22 years of chain imprisonment for receiving stolen goods and various extortions, my sis pitied his relatives.
On the edge of the box sat his wife, mother of the Schinderhannes, on the other her daughter, a clean and well-built girl of Juliane's age.
Both were just sitting there to keep the old man company.
The girl showed remarkable equanimity. The woman would leave from time to time, sometimes bringing her husband something to eat, sometimes a drink of wine.
She also accepted alms.
I felt sorry for the girl. With all her outward equanimity, she indeed felt the bleakness of her situation. In front of the boy Julius, who studied her with fascination, blushing, she looked down.
The other 12 condemned behind them on the framework seemed in the overwhelming number to be satisfied with having escaped the guillotine. Only Peter Weber above, at the first seat, railed the whole time loudly:
"I am not a rogue! I have not stolen anything from anyone! They are unjust judges! They steal from the nation every day..."
The gendarmes threatened him, his own companions expelled him from reviling, but he shouted until he was tired.
Sometimes he drew physiognomies of a deterrent nature.
Beside him, I noticed a man of crowded, robust stature. He presented an image of dull despair, all the time just sitting there silently, not even moving his lips. Inside, he was certainly preoccupied with the horror of his fate. 24 years in chains in a French port is an eternity in hell!
On the other hand, the 19-year-old Petri at his side, son of Black Peter, was joking, perhaps hoping he might somehow escape during his 14 years of imprisonment...
"Look! There´s Adam Lehnert!"
While she was already waving over the crowd at him, my sister tugged at my sleeve.
For a good reason, I was not eager to see him again.
Juliane obviously had a soft spot for the impressive son of a horse trader!
Yet for the daughter of a citoyen notable, he was at least as far-fetched as a medical degree.
I suspect even because of this, she slipped into male clothes.
She eager bites her lips while he blazed his trail to us...
Wide-eyed, she blinked up to him as he friendly padded young Julius' shoulder.
I was irritated by his wink and the confidential shoulder bump he gave me.
"You never mentioned your fabulous cousin...Did you both sleep well?... Hn hn hn...How about it, are you itching for another interesting experiment?!"
"Eye, Mister!"
Jule was beaming with excitement! I had no desire and put on the brakes:
"No! Yesterday was enough for me!"
"Then Julius can come with me."
What was the guy thinking?
"Out of the question at all!"
My younger sister used her freedom shamelessly:
"You Chicken!... Just think what you can learn from this, cousin!"
We would see...
Like yesterday, Adam pushed us purposefully through the crowd, this time towards the wooden harbor.
On our way, he met two cronies, Zahlbacher of his neighborhood, who joined us.
Between them, we arrived at the staircase of a cellar tavern in the old town.
The "bottomless barrel" I never visited, not even in my wildest student days.
My hesitation caused our little group to stumble as we followed Adam down the scuffed steps and staggered through the medieval low arched door!
Stinging pipe smoke billowed beneath the specky black vaulted ceiling.
Jule pressed against me in fright, almost knocking over a spittoon for chewing tobacco!
In the vault, huge barrels stood upright all-around against ancient walls of natural stone.
Open in front, they were used as a small separé where guests could squat in a semicircle around a tiny table.
A toothless old man sat on a three-legged stool beside the counter, playing the zither.
Adam headed for an empty keg.
While he pulled the stunned Julius to his side, I got seated in the back between his cronies.
Already the barmaid hurriedly put a light in the barrel for us and disappeared busily after Adam had ordered Cologne beer for us.
I looked after her over the flickering candle on our table.
Her battered appearance and her assaulted bodice spoke to a rough crowd:
Black Forest rafters, dockworkers, and day laborers clustered in the densely packed barrels.
At the single long table in the center of the cellar, peasants, craftsmen, merchants, and Jews from the nearby regions crowded together.
Among the very few women, one, in particular, stood out: The beautiful Swabia not only attracted my attention!
Girls like her obviously fell with absolute certainty to the wrong person.
She sat with her back to us in one of the barrels on the lap of the Dietl!
Her stretched dress displayed her adorable forms down to an especially sweet keister!
The Dietl was a known crook baron who smuggled English colonial goods along the Rhine.
"Cheers!"
I grabbed one of the jugs that were shoved sloshing on our table. For the masquerade, Jule joined in! I had never seen her drinking beer!
She got pretty rosy cheeks from it.
Because she didn't notice, Adam smirked and wiped the foam from her upper lip.
Due to this confidential gesture, Julius finally found his speech and wanted to know what we were doing here.
Right then, a couple of dubious fellows rumbled into the tavern with a loud hurrah!
As curious as us, the zither player interrupted his lecture.
Apparently, the newcomers were expected by the audience at the table. In any case, they greeted each other.
One of the rough fellows dragged the sister of the Schinderhannes roughly by her delicate elbow next to him!
"Hola, folks! Look what we caught!"
Among the cheering mob, a paunchy merchant heaved his massive figure from the bank, waddling his stiff limps toward the rascal, panting:
"Bravo, Sly!!...Bravo! Who would have thought it!!!"
For a bag of coins, the old Bückler's daughter changed hands! Her captor weighed his wages contentedly as he thrust her into the arms of the sweating merchant!
The latter inspected his purchase with unabashed greed, sniffing with his broad flat nose on her before turning with satisfaction to his cronies at the table:
"Bravo!... See folks?!... That's what I swore to the scoundrel at the scaffold! Now that Schinderhannes is burning in hell, she has no one to avenge her!..."
His listeners gave him loud applause and rumbled with their mugs on the table, beer splashing all around!
The merchant shook the horrified girl:
"...Listen, wench!... Your brother has bullied and plucked us long enough! Such as us it has some in the country have still open accounts with the Schinderhannes or your father! For this, I will lead you around all over the Hunsrück! Anyone who feels like it shall use you for a few pennies until you follow your whole clan to hell, Bücklerin!"
Spurred on by the cheers of his drinking buddies, the stocky merchant dug his stubby
fingers in her plain chemise dress neckline and brutally ripped the fabric down over her slender shoulders!
Her sweet breasts bounced out into the open!
Instantly the scrubbed tender skin turned rosy, them tiny nipples shriveled dark and pointy! Cute trembling, they courted undivided attention as the cracking collar below bound her delicate arms to the narrow waist! Tightly strapped, the young Bücklerin gasped for air! Wherever the girl looked, her horrified eyes gazed into red horny grimaces that feasted on the sight of her perfect white breasts!
I held my breath as my outraged sister jumped up!
Adam just got a hold of her frock coat and dragged her back into the barrel!
With the momentum he had given her, she staggered against the bench and plopped on his lap!
There she squinted aghast at his warning index finger in front of her cute nose:
"Don't be so hasty, Madmoiselle Arnold!!... Unless YOU are desperate to take her place!"
-to be continued-
Authors note:
Until entering the cellar tavern, the characters of the narrator, Velten Arnold, his sister Juliane Arnold as well as Adam Lehnert were the only fiction in the story.
The events described actually took place and were taken from numerous publications of eyewitness accounts.
In relation the public execution of the Schinderhannes and his gang corresponded to the Woodstock Festival!
The city of Mainz itself had just 25,000 inhabitants at that time.
The controversial experiments with the corpses led to moral as well as professional disputes that dragged on far into the beginning of the 19th century.
Possibly Mary Shelly heard about it when she traveled along the Rhine at the beginning of the 19th century and was inspired by it to her novella "Frankenstein"...
