Bitch on the beach

She is laying on the sand. Her dark skin contrasts with the light sand of the beach. The temperature is always high in this little private tropical island, and the sun is rising in the sky. So being near the sea in the nude is what every-body expects. Some of you might think she is lucky.

As she wake up she need time to understand. Time to realize where she is: On the beach sand. She hears the noises of the sea. She can even see it if she turns her head to the right and look behind. She lays on her belly so her mouth is easily covered with sand. Her hands are tied in her back, and it seems to her that her ankles are tied to her hands. In fact it is not exactly the case; she lacks suppleness for that. But a rope is taunt from the ones to the other. The way her ankles are tied forbids her to clench them.

She tries to move. But no way, even pushing with her knees she cannot crawl or gild. She looks up and over the beach; on her right she can see the house. On the balcony the blonde is looking at her. Her soft light skin is protected from the sun and she is contemplating her victim. She is happy to see the brunette waking. She is glad to see her trying to move. She is delighted to see her testing the knots.

On the beach the darker girl begins to understand, she is the other's prisoner. She hopes her new master will come and untie her, as the pain in her legs is just bearable. She is afraid of the sun which will become hotter as the day will progress.

On the balcony, the lighter one drinks and waits to see what will happen from now on. Will her rival be overflown first or will she die from dehydration first? She hope the master of the house will not be back before the other girl have died, or she will have to rescue her. She removes her short to be in the nude as the beach girl. Her fingers move near her thigh, between her thighs. This area is soft and wet. But she takes her time she don’t want to cum before the other’s death.

The beach girl sees that. She looks at herself: she only realizes she is naked. She sees the blonde beginning to masturbate and she is excited. She still hopes to be rescued, but she knows that if the positions were inverted, she would have let the blonde die. She is sorry she loses. Her trick did not work.

The slit is wet and opening as the fingers glide on each lips below the yellow patch of pubic hair. The girl moans with pleasure and anticipation. She is excited; excited to see the other dying, excited of wining, excited because from now on she is the only master’s wife.

She thinks the little pain in her stomach is about the master reaction when he will be back.

But the pain is greater and greater, and soon she is not able to stand up.

The water now reaches her knees. On the beach the darker one does not want to die, but she knows the rising tide will drown her, there nothing she can do about it. The cold water is slowly rising between her thighs.

The Blond now realizes the wine she drank was poisoned. She would have ran to the other girl to have the antidote, but she is unable to walk, unable to move, she is slowly dropping to the floor.

As the waves get at her slit the girl tied on the beach realizes the blonde is ill. She has drunk the poison. At last her trap worked.

On the balcony the agony hurts and the blonde is distorted by the pain in her belly

On the beach, she has cramps in her neck as she holds her head high and keep her breathe.

Both struggle to live but lose their battle.

When the master plane land, the new Asiatic wife which his near him, wonders how the first two wives will accept her. She cannot imagine both are dead.

Slavery

After the War, all developed countries disappeared. States, as you understand them, collapsed and were replaced by small local structures. In some region democracy maintained, but was ruled by mayors that have death and life power over their population.

My husband was one of them. He had his own farm and we were living there with slaves and soldiers. The rule for slaves was easy : you could do whatever you want to them. To get slaves you can bought them, but it was too easy. To get new slaves you only have to capture somebody and mark it. So everyone moves with some soldiers around him. To extend your territory you just have to enslave the owner. Some time ago, My husband was under attack from our northern neighbour as he was coming back from a meeting. Thanks to god he was not captured, but killed, so I got the ownership of the farm. But keeping soldiers was not easy for a woman. And I knew that I was not able to win the fight against my powerful neighbour as my territory was the smallest in the area. I knew that Lidia, who ruled the south-west farm, was ready to invade me to avoid my farm to fall to her enemy. So I decided to go to her farm to make an union. But I knew that I cannot hope to keep my rank as farm owner…

During my journey I was anxious, but we weren’t attacked. As we arrived Lidia organised a big party for the following day. I was happy to see how friendly she was about me and my people. One of my fighter came to me short after we arrived

-My lady, I heard something I must tell you.

-Speak,

-I heard an attack is ready to capture us on our return journey.

-I understand. Lidia could have captured us already if she wanted. She did not. She cannot afford to have our farm fall. So we have to find an arrangement.

Lidia provided us superb rooms and some slave to help us wash after the trip.

I was excited as I knew Lidia’s parties were often orgy, and I was anticipating it. I remember such an orgy that I finished in her bed. I was wet only to think about that. I resisted the envy to masturbate, or to use one of her slave. I had my preferred male slave with me, and I had in mind to ask her to have it with us for the orgy, I was even in mood to share him.

I was dressed for the evening session. When her people came to give her informations about what happened today. A slavegirl came to complain about a soldier who raped her. These questions are always difficult. The slave must not complain, but it is not fair from the soldier to rape salves as there are sex slaves who are in charge of satisfy them.

-Samia, How would you rule that? Lidia asked. I was annoyed as I did not rule like her.

-Err, first a slave would not have to complain as a soldier found her pleasant, so I think she deserve a light flogging. The soldier abused his position, if he was in need he should have gone to the sex slaves; I suppose you have some of them Lidia, so I proposed a few day in jail.

-you’re weak, she said. Both will be flogged so they’ll learn the rules.

Both were stripped naked and their wrists were tied to poles so they were on tiptoes.

She came to the girl and a brasero was put there. She took a mark and applied it on the girl’s shoulder. She then did the same to the soldier.

-That’s the first time you are punished like that, so 10. The next time it will be 20. The third time you will be executed. And the whipping began. Both were given leather to bite. The flogging wasn’t light. Once finished Lidia turned to me…

-Why are you here?

-Err, Dear Lidia I’m under repeated attacks from my Northern neighbour. I know you wouldn’t like to have him as neighbour yourself. So I ask for your help to fight him. Of course I am willing and I understand you cannot help all your neighbours like that so I propose a union in which I will be your obliged.

-A union ? Hummm…. I save you from that darken man, and you give me honours ?

-Err not only…

-Stop babbling! Your proposition is a joke. I cannot accept it. You came here because you were about to be captured and set slave, so you run away from your fate.

I did not know what to say.

-So now accept your fate and say you volunteer to be my slave.

I was humiliated, but I knew I had no other choice. If I did not ask for being her slave she would have captured me. If she captured me some of my soldiers would be injured or killed.

-Lady Lidia, I don’t want any of our soldiers being injured or kill as we will have to face our enemy, so I accept your condition and I ask you to take me as one of your slaves.

-No, That’s not what I want to hear. First stop parading with these high valued clothes. Strip, and ask me to spare your miserable life and to accept to have you as a slave.

The words she used were hard to hear. Every eyes were on me. I began to strip. I saw the smile on her face. I had not finished that she added :

-Strip naked like the fellow slave you want to be.

I hardly avoided tears, as I removed my underwear.

-Lady Lidia, spare my life and make me one of your slaves.

-Mistress Lidia from now on. Take the iron collar that is on the soil at your feet.

The humiliation was complete I thought. I took the collar and slowly applied it around my neck hoping she would say stop. But she did not. I was fully ashamed When I felt the collar closed. Lidia made a movement from her hand and another slave come to me with the ember pot, and then closed the collar around my neck.

Usually slaves are branded with the mark of their owner. That way the could not be sold or stolen. Of course if the owner is made slave his mark comes to the new owner. The slaves can also be collared. That way they can be sold, given, or set free. Usually when somebody comes to ask being slave, he is not asked to strip and is not marked or stripped in public. This is reserved to captured slaves you need to break down.

Lidia came to me and fixed a leash to my collar, then pulled on it and made me fell onto the table. My arms and legs were grabbed, and then Lidia’s red hot mark was applied over my butt. I screamed from both surprise and pain.

Then my soldiers’ captain came in.

-Captain, Lidia said, who do you take your order from?

From what just happened I was afraid about what might happen to him. He took his time prior to answer.

-Lady Lidia, I used to take my order from my mistress. She decided to come here to make a union with you. So I suppose that from now on I take my orders from you or the person you chose to command me and my men.

-You are advised Captain. I want you to prove me you’ll obey my orders.

-I’ll be happy to take your test Lady Lidia.

-Rape my new slave in the ass….

I was afraid of what was to happen. I never liked sodomy. But it was there being sodomized without lube and preparation. I knew that my captain would only have to do it or being enslaved also. I heard his trousers zip. I knew what was to come. I wanted to see him before, to see his member size, but my position prevented that. Finally I felt something between my butts. I imagined it large very large. I began to panic. His hands were on my hips, and he began to push. I felt my little hole opening under his pressure. I tried to push to help, but without lube the friction was intense, but what  could I have done ? That thing was entering my ass whatever I did. I hoped that once my sphincter would be passed it would be easier. I was false. I was shredded. When I felt his hips to me I supposed it was finished. But the return was hurting also. He was about to exit when he entered again, but quicker. With time I must have been opened, but he moved easier and quicker. I learned later that my own blood lubricated my ass.

I felt him cum. I was still there exposed. And the more important of my officer came, and all of then had to rape me to prove they will obey Lidia. Once finished my arm were bind back in my back and tied together. A man took the leash and led me somewhere in a kind of hospital wing.

It won’t be long, first I will wash you and cure your ass, because you’ve been hurt. Without untiding my arms he inserted a noodle in my ass and turned the water on so water flowed in my bowles. I looked at him

-Is the temperature OK ?

-Yes but

-It hurts, there is disinfectant in it.

When he removed the noodle he asked me to hold on. I tried. I had cramps. He was looking at me. And finally I loosed the battle and emptied myself….

-Did I hold on the required time? I asked with fear.

-Of course you did, the time is as long as you can. He said with a smile.

Then I had a shower and he looked at my pussy.

-You have the right configuration for what the mistress asked for you, I hope you’ll like it. Do not move, there will a short pain and it will be enough.

I wondered what he would do. The tool he used on my lips near my clitoris was big. I was anxious. As he said the pain came and it was finished. He worked on my pussy for some minutes. Then he provided two balls tied with a string. He pushed them into my cunt. As he had lubricated them before the insertion was not painful.

-What is it ?

-Did you liked sex before.

-Euh, yes, but

-You’ll see the effect soon he said with smile.

He then provided a steel belt. One part goes around the waist, but another part come on the front of my crotch and prevented me to see my slit. There was a slit on the metal. He locked it on me

-It is a chastity belt, so you won’t be able to caress yourself, or to have sex. Be careful, your ass is unprotected.

-But why….

He lowered his trousers and I saw his chastity belt.

-Our mistress likes to control that aspect of her slave life.

Before I left he untied my arm to make me wear a straitjacket. And I was led to a small and dark cell.

I was surprised because I was aroused. I have been highly humiliated in public and I was aroused. I was ashamed. But with the strait jacket and the belt there was no way I could satisfy myself.

At the sun raised the man came to me. He opened my belt.

-You’re wet, do you like it?

I was ashamed; I never had been so aroused.

-What did you do to me?

I pierced your clitoris hood, so a tool push it and caress it every time. I also inserted balls that internally massage your cunt. From now on you will be always aroused.

His fingers on my lips and clitoris were wonderful, be before I could cum he closed the belt again.

-Sorry, It was just disinfectant, nothing more. And he let me alone in my cell. Later a woman came and helped me to eat as I still was in my straitjacket. I would have asked why I was in a cell, but as a slave I had no rights now. It was very hard to accept that from now on Lidia could decide to kill me when she wanted. She can decide to have my clit’hood pierced without saying it to me. And she can have me locked in that cell for how long she wants.

There was nothing in the cell and I slept on the floor. Getting up and down was very difficult as I was in that jacket and could not use my arms. I spent most the day there. I used a pot to pee and someone passed to help me to eat at noon, and to empty the pot. She passed often to see if needed something and to give some water. I was pleased to have her to distract me.

The sun was getting down, when a man came. He put a blind on me eyes and pushed a ring in my mouth. Unable to speak or see he made me walk out of the prison. I tried to use odour and sounds to know were I was driven. The quick walk was difficult at first because I didn’t knew were I was going, but quickly I was in confidence as the man announce me the obstacles: “three steps up”, “an open door on the left”. My only distraction came from my crotch as the balls were excited by that walk.

-Oh no ! She did not deserve to be blind. I recognized Lidia’s voice. There way lots of people around her.

My jacket was removed. I wanted to use my arm and protect my now nude breast, but they were grabbed and tied at the wrist to something high. Then my ankles were tied also. I was being tied in X. It took me some time before understanding: I was being tied to a whipping post! I was to be whipped. I tried to calm down, but why to tie a slave to a whipping post if not to whip him or her. It took me some time more to link the whipping post to the sound around me. I was at the party. I was being displayed as a new slave to her friends. These friends were mines 24 hours ago.

I was already ashamed when the blind was removed. But what I saw was just incredible.

The tables have been disposed so every one saw me. I never had been in a party were a new slave was displayed like I was. All our neighbours were here. Of course, that way they all knew that from that day, both territories remained to Lidia.

-We have decided to have you with us. Of course, as a slave you cannot pretend to sit at our table, but that way you are with us in way that fit your new condition. I hope you like it.

Answering Lidia was impossible with the ring in my mouth. In front of me on the table there was a plate with knife and fork. Another slave was at my feet.

-I know, your position will not be easy to eat so I provided some help for you.

But what was incredible was the man that sat in front of me: My Northern neighbour. As I was looking at him, Lidia said.

-You are a slave, do not look at the free people like that.

I moved my eyes down.

-I must give you some explanations. Morthdath never attacked your husband. I did it.

I looked at her I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

But he killed himself, so I made some evidence for you to think Morthdath did it. And we had a meeting. We decided that he will make small attacks on the North of your territories so you would think you need some help. Isn't it what made you coming here ?

The Northern part of your territories is now Morthdath’s. The rest and the people are mines.”

I had been betrayed.

-Now I’ll use you as a sex slave. Oh you’re not young enough, but I know you will be a willing sex slave, won’t you ? She’s a real whore you’ll see later.

During the meal, the slave in front of me cut the meat or aliments and gave them to me, but with the ring I was not able to close my mouth so unable to chew. Some of them felled on the soil and I swallow the other without chewing. Little by little my breast and belly were covered with food. The slave also gave me water and wine. It was easier to swallow but I did not control the amount and I drank too much wine that evening. Another problem that was growing during the meal was my bladder. It was filling. And I had no way to ask to have it emptied. It was near the end of the meal. I was tired from my position and I could not hold on any more and I pissed in front of every body.

-That’s the reason slaves aren’t to be invited at table! They are unable to eat properly and piss as they are still at the table. Then I felt the flog hitting my back, then again…

Once the beating finished, they untied me and I fell on the floor. I tried to get up, but the beating and the alcohol did not help.

-Then now you’ll see the whore she is. She will suck each of you with her hands in her back. And you’ll see she will ask for more.

I had no choice as my hands were tied in my back and with the ring in my mouth. The kneeling position and the movements I had to do made the ball furious unless I was aroused my having so much cock in my mouth, and none in my pussy, but my excitation was increasing. I was more than wet. Around me several sex slaves came. They had no belt so I was the only one that was unable to be satisfied. Each of the men ejaculated in my mouth as they were amused to see how I tried to swallow their cum. When all of them used me, I my face was covered with cum. I hardly could see where I was.

-Guila, come, and with your tongue wash her Lidia said.

I was told not to move. And a slave-girl came to me and she began to lick my face. I was so excited that humiliation began to be far away. I was beginning to be a toy for my mistress pleasure. When the girl licked my face her breast was in contact with mine. As she began to lick my lips I kissed her.

-Look at how she liked that !

My ring was removed.

-Guilia has licked-washed your face, would you thank her.

I was still kneeling, and Guilia was up, so I began to come to her sex.

-Can I ? she asked.

-Good slave, you can said Lidia.

Then I began to lick her pussy. It was the first time I did it, and I liked to do it.

I was afraid I would be sodomized, but nobody asked me.

At the end of the orgy Lidia took my leash and knotted it to her bed. I first thought about laying on it then I realized I was a slave so I laid on the soil. I was still aroused.

-Is it difficult to bear to be so aroused? she asked

-I think I can….

-You can because you’ve passed the humiliation?

I looked at her. And I agreed.

-I like having aroused people around me. Perhaps you’ll never cum, you know that?

Experiment

When Emilia entered the gymnasium, she was afraid of the crown that was here. Helen went by another way and did not notice the people that were on the other side. She was glad she had had not to queue and present herself to the right man.

-I volunteer for fatal execution she asked.

-You’re at the right place, what kind of execution do you want to volunteer for?

-Well, being broken at the wheel she said as she blushed. She ashamed, but that kind of execution what a real turn on for her. And since her boyfriend died in a motorbike accident she really hoped for dying soon. So when the EU decided to change its death penalty policy and to introduce medieval or antic way of execution, she was listening. This had to be done with an experiment part. During that time volunteers would be executed the way they choose: hanged, broken, crucified, drown, disembowelled and so on. As the executed volunteered, they could ask for some changes from the official way of execution. When that part would be finished one kind of execution had to be chosen as the official one through the whole union.

-That’s right the man said, he was taking a sheet of paper, do you have some asking about the procedure.

-I want to be allowed to say enough and being strangled to death from that moment.

-Err… It is difficult to say. Normally the changes are having 2 or 3 limb broken. Your asking can be to stop before the first limb is broken. Therefore, we would choose someone else, so please set a minimum before you could ask for stopping.

-I understand. Helen said. She was lost. I think I would go for a minimum of 2 limbs and then I’ll try to continue on. She was shaking hoping she would not regret her choice.

-So if nobody asks for more than 2 limbs you would be chosen, if somebody asks for 2 limbs, it will you who will go onto the wheel, is that OK?

-Well I think so Helen said as she took the sheet of paper.

-So fill the form, and go to ladies door behind.

Emilia arrived as Helen was leaving.

-Hi! She said, is that the fatal execution experiment gate?

-That’s it answered the man.

-I want to try crucifixion, Can I ask for a fixed period?

-Of course, replied the man, we have several asking from 30 minutes to 4 hours right now, the longest will be chosen.

-How, so I’d better ask for 6 hours, what do you think? I will be able to make it!

-You won’t have any choice but to make it all the time long if you’re the chosen one!

She laughed and took the paper.

-Fill the form and go to the ladies door behind he said. What he did not say, was that right now, the periods longer than 2 hours were only asked by men, so Emilia could have asked for 3 or 4 hours. He did not said either that no woman volunteered for being broken at the wheel yet. But of course some women could come before the due date tomorrow evening.

Behind the door, Helen was greeted by a nurse that took the form, wrote 611 on it. She took a kind of identity bracelet with 611 embedded on it and locked it on Helen’s left wrist. “Strip naked, fully naked no bra or panties” she said “put you clothes and other items into that box.” And she gave her a big red box numbered 611. Once the box filled, Helen was embarrassed to be in the nude. The nurse closed the box. And lead Helen to the medical wing. Once she has been examined, she was given yellow jumpsuit. A string linked her wrist and ankles so she could only walk slowly and she had to sit and raise her feet to scrap her noose. She was asked to wait in a chair for the bus. Helen was in fear.

When Emilia pushed the door, she was surprised to find a medical lab there.

-Hey what are you doing she said to the nurse, as that one locked the steel bracelet around her wrist.

-That’s the procedure explained the nurse. You are prisoner 612. You have to strip naked, to be examined, then you will be given the prison uniform.

-Prison? I’m to be lead in jail? I thought I would wait my execution at home!

-Of course not, no matter if you change your mind now you signed the form.

Helen heard that and felt a ball in her belly. She was becoming to hope someone would volunteer for more than two limbs broken.

She looked at Emilia body. She had been interested in women, but Emilia tanned skin with a flat belly was near unreal. She looked at the tall girl being monitored, as it was the only thing she could do to avoid thinking about the choice she had made.

Soon the two of them were waiting for the bus, cuffed.

Helen wanted to speak to Emilia but was unable to break the silence. And she was unsure she was allowed to speak.

When she asked to go to the toilets nurse answered.

-I’m sorry, didn’t I show you? The toilets are there and the suit opens at the bottom like that. As you have no underwear there no problems.

Helen was ashamed the nurse opened her suit in front of ever one. When she returned

The nurse blink at her: “I called a car to avoid you to wait too much. I do not know what I should wish you, so courage be brave. It is wonderful some people volunteer to help the country.”

A police car drove the two women to the prison, where they shared the same cell.

Each of them took a bed. They were satisfied to have the string removed.

-I asked to be crucified said Emilia. What did you asked?

-I asked to… to be broken at the wheel.

-Whouh !

-You think I’m crazy?

-Of course you are, not less than I. I think we will experiment suffering as very few have experimented. But we chose it didn’t us?

-I did, but I wonder was I right? I want to die, and that way my death will be useful, but I’m in fear.

-I am also. I hope I’ll be brave at the foot of the cross.

They tried to calm down, but did not succeed in sleeping. Helen looked at Emilia, and it seemed to her that Emilia was caressing herself through the jumpsuit. She hesitated but tried to know how it felt. She thought again at Emilia’s body she saw at the gymnasium. That girl was next to her and was caressing herself. Helen often caressed herself. She was in shame about it. Girls no not masturbate said her mother. But it was exciting her boyfriend when she did it in front of him. By the time they passed together she was used to do it but to stop to let him bring to the orgasm. He often did it by slowly massaging her clitoris and stopping when she was about to cum and then asking her to suck him. That way she very excited when his penis penetrated her cunt and the pleasure was high wave that washed them. Her hand were between her thigh when Emilia asked:

-Hey what are you doing?

Helen felt as a little girl caught doing something forbidden.

-I just… thought you were well, and then I tried how it felt through the suit, then I lost my mind.

Emilia put her hand at Helen jump suit and unzipped the crotch opening design to let her go to the toilets when strung up, then threaded her hand to Helen intimates lips.

-You’re more than wet!

Helen face was red.

-Strip for me! Slowly! The tall girl asked.

Helen was smaller and fatter than Emilia. She began to dance slowly an uneasy as she was unzipping the main suit’s opening showing her neck, then her breast.

When the zip was below her breast, she removed her arms from the suit and showed her breast to Emilia, who sucked then, happy to see such a huge breast.

Helen took Emilia main zip, but before she could lower it, Emilia tapped her hand as she would have done to a kid. Helen turned around her and lowered her own zip to show her while belly. She turned on herself to show her ass. She excited now and her dance was easy and natural. In one movement she lowered the suit, her legs clenched. She was about to remove the jumpsuit legs when Emilia said “Stop, do not move”.

Emilia stood up and came behind Helen and began to caress Helen’s ass. “Spread your legs”. She immediately did it as far as the suit allowed it, and Emilia’s Hands were crawling on her white skin. “Put your hands on your head, and turn around”. Helen Obeyed.

Emilia sat on her bed, and lowly lowered the main zip, a caressed her breast with one hand. Then she unzipped the crotch zip and raised it up to the main one, and one hand disappeared at her crotch opening. Helen breathed as she was excited to see Emilia. And she began to lower one hand.

-Who has said you where allowed, little bitch?

Helen immediately put her hand back on her head.

-Come here and suck my belly button” Helen was anxious. She would have preferred a cock, but she did it. Her noose was in Emilia’s lips. And little by little she realized she liked pleasuring Emilia. She tried to close her legs, but Emilia said no. She liked to be excited but not being allowed to satisfy herself. After Emilia cum, she asked Helen to remove the legs.

Then they realized the lower part of the pants where locked. Then they could not remove the jumpsuit by themselves. Then Emilia asked Helen to take a doggy style position, and began to caress her. She brushed her G-spot, then her clitoris. She explained that She was the master who cum first, and Helen was the dog who cum last if she cum, and that in only allowed to cum doggy style. Helen was near heaven and said “Ho yes, I’m your dog”. Emilia slowed down. “Ho please master let me cum” If you promise to ask be before going to the toilets.

“I promise”

-So move on my finger, like the dog you are… And Helen moved on Emilia’s finger to reach her orgasm. She was ashamed, but happy.

They hardly slept that night and at the sunrise the guards came to ask them to come with them. Helen felt a ball building in her stomach. She didn’t say anything. Emilia suddenly was afraid:

-Not right now, please!

-Shower time said the guard.

They were driven to the shower where the guard unlocked the legs of the suit. They had 15 minutes, and then were driven in their cell.

They were proposed individual cell, but both declined. They passed their second day in prison playing as teenagers who are discovering their bodies. None of them were lesbian, but they had to make the time go faster and to think to some thing else than what they have chosen for them. In fact as they hoped they wouldn’t be chosen. Their minds were changed.

The second night wasn’t easier than the first one. Both knew that application were over. They soon would know is they are chosen or not. Perhaps if they hadn’t they already would have been set free…

The next morning the guard called:”Shower time !”.

It was the only part of the day they could remove the jumpsuit. They looked at themselves nude with the water running along their body.

-I’ll try to make you wait until tonight before you can cum said Emilia.

-I’ll love it said Helen.

At the end of the time devoted to shower, they were surprised, the jumpsuits had disappeared.

The Guards shackled them nude.

-What the matter asked Emilia.

-They’re driving us outside the prison if they shackle us, but nude answered Helen

-My god! Said Emilia as the guards confirmed shaking their heads.

Passed the fear to known they were the chosen ones, Helen was trying to calm down. Emilia was thinking that it was 6 hours to pass, after that it would be OK and she would return home. She was conscious it won’t be easy, but she so often dreamed of being crucified, that she could avoid the opportunity that was offered to her to try it. Both did not thought they would be led to a truck nude. Helen was lift on the truck plate form and her hands were secured to the top of a pole erected there. She was in display for every one. I cannot avoid it thought Emilia. But as she moved forward to the truck the guard stopped her and showed her a beam on the soil. When the truck drove out of the prison Helen was displayed naked on the platform but Emilia was walking behind it; the heavy beam on her shoulders her hands secured at the ends of it. A leash linked her to the truck.

The truck did not move too fast so Emilia succeeded in following it, but the people in the streets of the town were having time to see the nude women that were driven to their fate.

Both were I great humiliation as they thought the execution wouldn’t be public and they would not be displayed as a preliminary.

Emilia’s mind was occupied by walking bare footed on the streets, but Helen noticed that the truck wasn’t going strait to the place of execution but was parading in the streets of the centre.

It took almost half an hour before it stopped in one of the biggest town’s place. It was crowded. But on each side gallows were prepared. Helen immediately saw the wheel. Next to it stood the cross on which she would be broken prior to be displayed on the wheel. Her mouth was dry. Emilia only realized the walk was over and that she was unlinked for the truck and she was glad as her legs were exhausted from the trip. As she was led to the place she raised her head and saw the cross. She stopped as the fear froze her body. But the leash went tight and she moved again toward the instrument of torture. Helen also was untied and driven to her side of the place.

The nearest church bell rang the ninth hour. Emilia counted 9 plus 6 giving 3 in the afternoon. She would have finished when she would hear the three hour bell. She was at the foot of the cross and the beam was untied. Before she do any thing her wrist were tied with leather strips. They seems large enough to hold her weight so she wont fall from the cross she thought with a chill in her back despite the sun. To her surprise the leather strips were tied to two other poles she didn’t noticed before next to the cross. She was on her tiptoes. She did not dare asking what’s going on, she was to be crucified…. But the pain in her back broke her thought.

The thing she knew was:”flogging I’m being flogged”….

On her side Helen was shy but let the men tie her to her cross. Hers was more like an X than a T and was horizontal. She laid on it. Then small wooden squares were posed under her elbow, wrists shoulders knees and ankles. Leather straps went through holes the cross deepness and were tied over her articulations holding the wooden square in place. That way her limbs were not in contact with the cross. They were elevated of about half an inch. The straps were tight and she could move but for her head, hands and foots. She was not pound of having her legs spread. She didn’t knew the execution would have to be done in the nude. She felt the humiliation; Humiliation from having been displayed nude any where in the town, Humiliation to be there spread-eagled naked in front of these people, Humiliation of the suffering to come.

Then she heard the whips and shouting from the other side. The men moved to let her see. She saw Emilia’s back with red crosses as she was hanging from her wrist.

-Wasn’t she to be crucified? did she asked.

-Of course replied a man with a black hood on his head.

The fear was so high for Helen when she saw her executioner that she loosed bladder control.

The noise from under the gallows added to her shame. The man looked at her bones.

-Did it hurt did she asked…

-The flogging, for sure!

-I mean the breaking.

-I’ll make my best for it did he said as he smiled.

-Oh my god….

-But you choose it, didn’t you… You’re afraid of the shootings?

-Will I shout she asked in fear?

-Normally you will, but I can help you not to do.

-Oh please I would like it. She hoped for some way to save her from the pain.

The man went to the bench tool and then came back. He closed her nose. She opened her mouth to breath, and he shoved a ball in it, and tied it behind her head.

-Pleased to help you, so you won’t shout to much!

On her platform form Emilia was untied.

-It is us to begin dear lady !

Helen felt her cross rising. In fact it was rotating for her to face the crowd. It rose up to 60°. The man came to her with a steal rod in his hand. She could only follow it from the eyes. The man put it on her forearm. She bit in the ball and the rod was raised. But instead of dropping it on her arm, the man moved to her left. She began to wonder, but before she could react the rod was raised and dropped in one movement on her arm. The bone crushing sound was clearly heard.

Emilia was sitting on the wooden floor. Her back was hurting as didn’t know any could be hurt. She was asked to lay on her back on the beam. She was weeping but spread her arm on the beam waiting for them to be tied to it, wondering how it would felt to hang like that. Will it be different from being hung between the two poles? She closed her eyes. Then she heard the bone crushing noise and the gurgle sound that followed. She opened her eyes and looked at the other side of the place where Helen get her first beating. Before she could understand what had happen she heard a metallic sound and yelled.

Helen heard it. It helped her to go out of her pain

-They drove the first nail, her executioner explained.

She looked at him breathing heavily to control her pain. He was looking at the other side. She Looked at Emilia. She saw the second nail being positioned over her wrist, she was pleading

-Not nailed, tied with ropes, I don’t want to be nailed…

Then the rod landed on Helen’s second arm, and the pain urged to her brain.

Emilia was cut as she was arguing by that noise, and as she looked at Helen, the second nail pierced her second wrist. She yelled again. She was in real agony.

Helen’s executioner was rubbing her crotch with his steel rod. Helen was in fear about what was to come. She breathed heavily to compose with the pain in her arms.

Near the cross the guards were raising the patibulum to affix it on the stipe. The movements were increasing Emilia’s agony. As she knew he could ask to stop now, she tried to move with them to minimize the movements between her wrist and the beam. So she was rising her arm to avoid the guard to have her weight to rise with the beam. A support was provided so as she stepped back to the cross, she could follow the beam rising to the top of the cross, but some inches more were needed and despite she pushed on her tiptoes she soon was hanging by her wrists. She felt the beam moving as the guard where searching for the point, then it fell a little and didn’t move any more. It was affixed. The people look as she was in great agony. With her legs she tried to use the pole to shift herself up but it was useless, but for the show she gave. Then the guard came and took her ankles. She was relieved. They bent her legs and pushed them to the sides of the stipe. As nails where driven through her ankles she fainted.

Helen looked at the spectacle with horror, but she was aroused both by the spectacle and by the executioner. She was ashamed and hoped he would not realize. His steel tool was still near her genitals. And Helen thought me might be waiting for the ankle nail to be driven in before continuing. She was true. As the guard posed his hammer the executioner raised the rod than fell on her forearm in one quick movement. The blow was so violent, and the blow came at the right position in the middle of the limb segment where the wooden support at the wrist and elbow where not so near, that both bones broke simultaneously in several pieces. Poor Helen yelled but the sound was deadened by the gag. She thought that part was numb by the pain in her upper arms, but it was false. The pain radiated and the adrenalin from the first blow was short to avoid her suffering. Just as she was recovering from the shock and opened her eyes again she saw the rob turning in the air before blowing away her other forearm bones. The pain was so high that she fainted.

The lack of oxygen awoke Emilia. She was choking. Without understanding she pushed on her ankles and raised herself in a position that allowed her to take in a breath of fresh air.

The pain in her ankle was so high that she couldn’t maintain the position and fell. Then the pain was in her wrists. She was discovering what would be the hours to come. But she was angry as she didn’t ask for that level of suffering. She wanted to be tied to a cross in a quiet place, to be nailed in public.

She looked at the people in from of her and following their eyes she saw what they where looking at. She tried to clinch her legs to hide her womanhood, but the way she was nailed did only allow her to stand with her legs open and her crotch visible from the mob. She felt ashamed and helpless. Then for the second time she was choking. She pulled on her arms as she pushed on her ankles. The pain made her weep, but she raised herself up enough to breath and then slowly lowered herself. That movement let her exhausted, or what she thought was being exhausted. At that moment she wished to die and not having to wait for 6 hours in such pain, shame and agony.

Helen was awoken by her executioner. As the gag was removed she asked

-No more, I can’t take any more…. She was felling like her arm had been quartered.

-You take it very well. You are wonderful. But the two limbs are not finished yet.

-Oh please not any more.

-I’ve no choice, but if you want I broke a leg part before combing on the arms again.

-Yeah, err, no, no !

-Is the gag right, or do you prefer a leather piece that would be easier to bite?

-No not the gag.

Helen was then given a leather piece she could bite in.

The rod rose once again and the blow landed on an elbow. Without the gag her shouting were better heard by the crowd. It took her several minutes to calm down. Perhaps the elbow is a most sensitive area or it is the crushing that pushed an pulled on the other broken bones. Once she stopped yelling she was given back her piece of leather. The next two landed on the hand. It was amazing to look at that arm and see the different shades of color and swelling from the shoulder to the hand whose finger were doubling in volume in no time. But Helen seemed no to appreciate that spectacle. She asked to stop now, but the executioner explained her that the other arm has to be done also, and the double blow landed on her other hand. The executioner then didn’t wait for her to calm down and crushed her elbow. The sound that was fading was given a new force.

From her cross Emilia couldn’t do anything for her new friend but to look at her being slowly and methodically broken. But even that she did not. She was occupied in her own suffering.

The Church bell rang, and she knew she still had 5 hours to endure that. She was wondering how they would remove the nails. Will it hurt her also? How much time would she need to heal? If she survived, that she was not sure. She was also feeling her bladder full. Empting it would be a shame, but she was aware she will not be able to hold on for 5 hours. She was afraid of loosing control du to the pain she endured at getting up and down.

Some guards came to Helen to wipe up the sweat her body was wet with. They did not insist on the arms. She tried to say something but her speaking was not coherent.

-So young lady, do you want me to strangle you right now.

-No cried Helen. And before she added “No more breakings” the executioner shoved the gag in her mouth.

-You’re brave, so we continue on”. Helen’s eyes widened, and she shouted, but the first blow landed on her thigh. Once the blow passed she tried to move using her only un broken leg, and the pain in the other limb was incredible.

-The other leg? The executioner asked. And only seconds later or other leg’s calf bones were shattered.

-You’re marvelous the executioner said. The man I broke yesterday wasn’t so brave after I broke him two limbs. Helen did not want to be brave, but had no choice, but to take two more blows. Her legs were broken but the articulation. That is enough she thought. But the executioner did not ask her mind and went forward in his destruction work. Her knees are broken. She needed minutes to stop shouting after each blow. Then the feets. Two blow for each. The executioner pause again and the guards come to wipe the sweat again. Her limbs are so swelled that the leather straps that are designed to hold her are now constricting her bruised flesh. As her gag was removed, Helen was to ask to be strangled now, but what happened? She was afraid of diing. She was broken now. She was waiting. What worse could happen now that her four limbs were broken, perhaps it was possible to heal her.

-The lace, or not asked the executioner

-No…Let… Let me… some… time… reco… vering…

-That’s right, I allow you 5 minutes more, and then we finish.

Helen wasn’t concerned by Emilia on her cross despite the spectacle was on display for her.

Emilia wasn’t concerned by Helen whose beating was not finished as she thought. The pressure in Emilia’s bladder was now so high that she let the urine flow. In the mob some discuss the ability of Emilia to participate to the boy familiar game about pissing far away, but her upstanding position would have disqualified her. That shameful event was not the only problem that annoyed Emilia. She was also having cramps that made some position even more painful that they already are. A guard came to her to give her some fresh water she drank greedily.

AS the time was elapsed, the executioner came back to Helen. She knew the next step was being braid onto the wheel. And as a dark fantasy she wanted to know how it would be. Now she was fully broken, she would ask to be healed, or braided and strangled. She was surprised to see the executioner with a heavier rod than the other one and the gag. But as he gaged her she couldn’t ask what she had forgotten in the process.

-This is a difficult part of the process. If I’m bad I broke a vertebrae and your legs won’t hurt you, If I succeed then…. Then you will see….

The fear came again for Helen as the rod was raised. That time He stopped At the upper stade, then let I fall on her hipbone.

The sound of her shouting had frightened lot of people. The pain was over she could ever imagine even after being broken like she was. The executioner was successful.

Then with a lighter rod he broke her ribs and collarbones.

They removed her gag, but she was in delirium. Nothing she tried to say was understandable.

So the removes the straps, and let her a few minutes. Then they folded her legs onto her torso, and hold them by knotting her arms together. The shouting she made was all but human as the fractured bones where moved. They lifted her. Her head hung below as she was now unable to hold it without collarbones. Once they laid her on the wheel they unfold her and braided each limb around the wheel’s wires.

As they finished the church bell rang again. As to let Emilia know that she still had 4 hours to rest on her cross.

Helen’s mind was gone with suffering, and She did not asked to be strangled, they displayed her to the mob who passed to she her on her wheel.

As the church bell rang again, the wheel was put onto a pole and lifted high in the sky.

Emilia was near to ask mercy in being killed when the main guard came to her.

You’re at mid way. I’ve a gift. They helped her up, and when she lowered herself she founded a stick she could use as a sit. It wasn’t comfortable but it avoided the pain of being hung by the wrist. She was given fresh water.

The Guard left, and Emilia felt alone. The mob was gone. She heard some gurgles from wheel from time to time, but she felt as she was forgotten there.

The wooden stick helped her. She didn’t know it was called a sedile. She was glad to have it. With it she had to breathe less often. But the stick was hurting because all her weight was on one point in a soft area. She tried to have it near her vagina, but the stick was too short. She was imagining a man’s cock, but she only rub on it, no more. But with her repeated up and down, once or twice she landed with the stick in her ass… and slowly the stick was making it way. At first Emilia refused the idea, but with time and pain, she was trying to have it in her anus. Once it was on it, There was nothing she could do: With all we weight applied on it, no matter there was no lube, the stick and it’s bulbous end entered her virgin hole. Then she heard the Bell again… Still two hours to go!

The sun was still high in the sky, and with nothing to look at the time passed slowly. And now the sedile was in her anus it was raping her.

The next bell helped her. Only one hour to go. Nobody gave her water and her mouth was dry.

And finally the sun went low…. And the bell rang again, but nobody was here to help her down the cross. She was loosing hope.

It took about 15 minutes for the main guard to come.

-What you did is wonderful.

-Plea…se   do…wn

The man produced a hammer….

-No …. Let ….me …. Down

And he broke both her knees.

It took her about twenty minutes to suffocate to death impaled on her sedile and nailed to that cross. She felt betrailed as she truly hoped that if she survived the execution she would be saved.

This demonstration had been examined to know which execution was the most dissuasive….

What would be your choice?

Accepting her fate

When I woke up that morning, it was cold, and I was so tired that I just took my shirt on and felt asleep despite I was alone. I was dreaming half sleeping that he was still here, and I could even imagine his hands on my body. I cannot say that I’ve slept a lot this night, I had found a wonderful lover. Just to think back to it, my hand was slowly moving down to my crotch despite it was burning a little for the overuse of this night.

Then I heard him, he was coming back in the room, I was surprised not to smell coffee or tea, and I was wondering he would ask me what I take for breakfast. Then I felt his hands on my arms, he was bending them backward, and when my hand touched the other in my back I understood that he was cuffing me. Instantaneously my cunt became wet, I felt aroused and cannot stand but asked him, ”wouldn’t it be better if I remove my shirt”

-I’m sorry, did he said, I wanted it to be surprise and…

-That’s a surprise and I keep my eyes closed if you like it.

-I’d prefer so.

I removed my shirt and put my wrist on my back crossing them to him. I then heard the click of the handcuffs closure. I felt helpless. I tried to sit on the bed, but failed. As I was turning my head to kiss him, he put a blindfold on my eyes. It was the first time for me and I was out of state. I imagined myself sucking him all the way long despite I dislike it…

-Open your mouth!

-hey! Hummmm!

He pushes a big ball in my mouth, so that I was unable to speak any longer. I would try to say no, that I wanted to be able to say stop if I needed it, but that was over, and this frightened me a little.

I hoped to fell his hand, now but instead of I heard him.

-Please try to get up, I’ll help you, we have to go the next room, I’ll drive you in the corridors.

I felt like I received iced water on my head. Naked, helpless unable to see or speak, I was to be driven some where I’ve never been. Perhaps there will be other people there. I tried to say that I disagreed, but I had to get up.

When I tried not to walk, he promised me a spanking, so I did as he said. How humiliated I was, all the semen from the night was flowing down from my cunt along my legs…

Then we entered a room I imagined larger than the bedroom I felt the sun warming my skin and after a few minutes I supposed several respirations sounds in front of me but lower, near the ground.

-Can you stand on this stool, please?

My head was empty, he put my feet on the stool, so I get onto it, and then he cuffed my ankle together.

-Do not try to get off now, you would hurt yourself.

I was trying to imagine what I would become. I thought to some sexual abuse. But not on a stool with my legs cuffed together. The answer came quickly.

He put something around my neck, but I wasn’t the necklace I used to wear, I recognized a noose he tighten a little. I felt panic along my body, I was trembling, I would have shouted. So it was true. The day before when I asked for his job, he said he was in women hanging. I founded it a nice joke, but I understood at that moment that it was not.

I succeeded in controlling the panic. I tried to look like determined but not against the rope, but against the gag, I pushed it with my tongue, but I was not able to remove it.

-Hey! It seems she wants to speak, a male voice said.

-If you promise not to shout I remove the ballgag, Is that what you want ?

I nodded yes, and he removed the gag and everybody laughed when I had my tongue around my mouth.

-Please, I’ve understood you’re determined in hanging me, I don’t plea for myself, I only wanted to know how you want to proceed.

-Don’t you think the surprise’s better ? asked a feminine voice.

-I’m not in a position I can impose anything, but being hanged I would prefer a slow hanging

In some erotic stories I had read I had discovered that slow hangings were much more erotic, and so I tried to ask for that. The answer was silent. And finally

-Were not equipped for that said my lover.

-It’s her last will; we have to slow hang her.

-Do you accept to be hanged to death ?

-Do I have the choice? If I could choose, I prefer not to hang, or to hang but not to die, but it seems you let me no choice.

-Errr, You’re not the first one we hang, all the other insulted us, cried, and begged for mercy, why you don’t?

-I would have done, did I say tears coming in my eyes, if I had thought that had a chance to succeed. I think I hope you’ll hang me, look at me dancing, and finally save me before I die.

-Do not have such hope, the woman says, but if you have other wills about your hanging let us now.

-I… I would like to have this blindfold removed, and… and to be hanged onto my tiptoes and having my sex massaged slowly as the stool is removed.

-Err! For the blindfold, it is definitely no.

I felt the nose being removed. So were the ankle cuffs. Some thing was being put under my feet “It is a book. We just have to remove it to get the line taunt” and the noose came again.

-“Walk a little, please”

And the book was removed…

How thick it was! I was now on the very tip of my toes, my head was pushed on my right, and I only could breathe by pushing hard on my toes so they were hurting. I was wondering I had a bad choice, but I also felt a hand on my vaginal lips, and then a second on my buttock, and … and a third began rubbing my breast. The only sound I was able to build was a sort of “gurgle” but as I tried to focus my attention on the hands; things were not too bad, just pushing to breathe every twenty or thirty seconds. As the climax was building up I felt it harder and harder to push and my thigh were opening against myself, and I began loosing the breathing rhythm…

Suddenly fingers push themselves into my cunt and ass as my nipples were pinched, I tried to shout and I accidentally jumped. I felt the noose completely close my windpipe. After an instant of panic as I found that no ground can be reached by my legs, I’ve got the control again and then open my legs and focus myself on the climax that promised to be the greater I’ve ever known, the last also. As the climax was washing me I lose the control, not breathing was hurting, my body was dancing and kicking and there was nothing I could do against that. Then I felt my legs so heavy. I think I was limp and I finally felt myself urinating.

When I wake up, I was strapped on a hospital bed, the room was plugging white. Was I dead or alive? My hurting neck pleaded for life. I tried to call for somebody only succeeding in hurting myself a little more.

The man who had been my lover the night before my execution came to me:

-You’ve been so great that we decide to save you from death!”

I was unable to reply, but I suspected things not be as simple as that.

-Our execution are filmed, do you want to see yours?

He switched the TV on, and I see myself as he removed the book. I felt a little aroused by that girl that tried to make her taller, that pushed onto her toes to breath. Quickly I saw three people that plays with her, I saw that the breathing rhythm accelerating, and suddenly the girl on the screen had got her leg up and before she put them back on the stool, the people there removed it so she was hanging. I was humiliated at seeing myself becoming a sexual object on the screen, but I must say that I felt aroused by what I saw. Finally she’d got her orgasm and began to kick the people went away to avoid being kicked. Then she clamed herself with some spasm I didn’t remember. I saw her pissing and then the biggest spam and then the video stopped.

-Relax, he have a new idea for you, tomorrow we will try a cruxification with you.

Latter a woman with a mask on her face came to feed me. And I felt asleep.

They woke me the day after. That time I cried and tried to escape but all these masked people were the strongest, and they finally got me naked my wrist tied in my back, and a blindfold on my eyes.

I remember going downstairs and walking in wet grass. Then my wrists were tied to a large beam. I was afraid of What to come next. The beam was then being hoisted, so do I. My breathing become difficult has my feet were up. They were caught and tied to each side of the checkmate on which the beam seems to have been fixed, so that I was unable to tighten my legs. This humiliating situation was made harder by the coldest air on my naked skin and the difficulties in breathing. I quickly learnt that this is like being on tiptoes, push on your leg to breath and fight against tire and pain.

Some time was spent when I felt the sun on my skin. Still blindfolded this felling was the only sight of time I would have. As the sun was heating my body, I was surprised that I imagined a marvelous dick I was fucking on but that never introduce into my pussy. I was able to rub my pussy on nothing, and that was so frustating.

One advantages of hanging is that it is fast. The sun was warmer when I needed to urinate. I tried to wait, but with nothings else to think about it was difficult and I was hoping nobody would see me, but I supposed I was being filmed. I pushed my hips forward and pissed off. But pushing I got cramps in thighs; as I was unable to change my position the pain quickly become unbearable, but I tried not to cry or shout.

Some clouds must have passed since felt the sun disappearing for a few minutes. I was sweating and thirsty and I hardly can prevent my tongue from hanging out of my mouth. Somebody came and proposed me something to drink. I’d got what I believed was lemon juice. I was proposed some help to sit and as I accepted I heard several people coming to me and asking me to get up. When it was finished I drop myself and discovered that they just added a stick to the checkmat. Too much narrow this stick was hurting my crotch when I was sitting on it, but I least I could breathe easier without pushing on my legs, not as easier as when I was up. I was nearest from the dick as I can felt it from my crotch, but it was to lower to be rubed with pussy. The frustration was going on.

-Can I cherish our pussy? asked a voice I known

-Oh please, yes do it! I heard myself replying.

Then I felt something touching myself slowly, very slowly. I cannot say what I was asking for; my frustration was at top. Quickly the hand did not touch my pussy anymore but was on my thigh or on my public hair over my pussy, and I cannot control myself trying to following it with my pussy.

-I’ve finished the voice said”

Then I realized that the stick has been changed and the new thing has two ends finishing into by cunt and ass.

-Please, not my ass” did I say. After the frustration the humiliation was on, I was so aroused that I was masturbating onto that thing. After the climax washed me out, I felt a cutting pain as I dropped: It was too long. But with tire I had no choice than little by little to drop onto it up to the moment it was hurting.

The worse thing was that having these things into my genitals I quickly became aroused again…

The sun was not so hot when a man came and removed it saying :” I’ll come back in an hour to give your sit back, not this one the previous one. I’ll bring drinks also”. And I began waiting. I was able to let me hang from my arms without this pain into my belly, but I was having got cramps in all my body.

The air was becoming cold again when the voice asked if a wanted to sit. The first time I sit again I get into minds that I had forget how hurting this sit was. Then the voice proposed hot drinks chocolate or coffee.

I never though I could get a so wonderful coffee.

-Good night, try to have rest, see you tomorrow”

This sentence frightened me. I could not have imagined that I had spent the whole day in this situation. And I did not want to spend the night there.

I could not have imagined how much the night was worst than the day. It began by the lower temperature and follows with need of sleep. Each time I fell asleep I woke up in need of breathing.

At some time I heart a sound I know: thunder and the rain began to fall. My body was shaking due to the cold water. My blindfold was soaked, and fell, but with hair on my face I was not able to see much more. At least I saw a camera in front of me. I was humiliated that every thing I’ve done had been recorded.

I was near from exhausted when the sun rose.

When they came it took them a moment to realize that I was alive and able to see their face. Most of them were in their forties, I only see one woman.

-It is time breaking her legs

-Hasn’t she won life?

-She will at noon, but when she wants she can have her legs broken to make it finish” Said the woman looking at me in my eyes.

They give me some hot coffee with lot of sugar. They also brushed my hair so I could see the house in which garden my cross had been put.

The sun was much less warming than the day before as there were clouds.

I remember passing out several times but the last time I woke up I was strapped on the bed as after the slow hanging.

-Francesca insisted so you spent 30 hours on that cross” said the man who hanged me.

I looked at him sadly.

-Some of the video is lost due to the rain, and you have not been filmed the second day, but the video is wonderfull.

He put his arms on by body

-No, please stop! I said.

Later the woman came to feed me.

-You are sexually wonderfull, but as you have seen each of us we have no choice but to kill you. Is there something you wanted? I thought of a garotte, as you like slow hanging?

I looked at her:

-You are slowly strangled, and it is possible to stop at any moment. You could have sex then coming back to the strangling she added.

-You think I’m a whore.

-I had another idea: we build gallows and you’re free, to come to it, strip yourself, and hang yourself.

This idea was not bad to me. It I had to die, why not making it on my own.

I get collared and chained to a wall always naked for the following days. I thought about my execution. I thought about that it has to be a snuff film as it is the films they’re doing there.

Three weeks passed since they agreed my idea. I was aroused. For this period I was tied so that I was unable to masturbate, and the execution would take place near my ovulation period so I would be easily exited. I wore princess clothes. As I came to the frame I began rubbing with it. On the frame they made for me there where a hole for head. And then I began to strip. Once I was naked and had rubbed with the opening I kneed in front of it.

I put my neck in the opening, and began to play with my body. Remove my head and look at the closure, then put my head again and close the frame. I hear the click. I was definitively trapped in this. For the camera I look embarrassed and try to open it, but I know, that can only be done with the handle that is under my chin. But I cannot reach it with my hands.

One of the men came at this moment. His hand on the handle he freed me, I take a smile, but he closed the frame again and I look crying. He shows me his dick and I sucked it. One another came with something I cannot see. That was not what has been envisaged. I fell something hard and big pushing at my ass. A second camera looked at it. My hands are grabbed and tied in my back. I sincerely cry as it was not what I had wanted. I felt a dick at my pussy but the pleasure from it is killed by the pain at my ass. I choke when the dick in my mouth went too far.

Francesca come near me and turns the handle that closed the opening and strangled me. The dicks removed before I really got pleasure and I had my mouth full of cum I cannot swallow due to the strangling.

A that moment the alarm rang and they let me alone in this position.

-It is in this position the policemen found you

-right

-a bludgeon in the ass

-That’s right.

-Could you strip so that I can take picture of the marks on your body.

-Errr, I’m sorry

-I am a policeman, do you want me to ask someone to be with us ?

-No I don’t

-Ok that’s right, kept your panties on. The rope marks are visible. I just want to check with ours arms you understand the policeman said as he shows her his handcuffs

-I’d prefer not if it’s possible.

-It will not be  long enough.

-What’s that node for?

-Just for picture with this around your neck

-Eckkk!

-Lay down on your belly.

In a few minutes she is on her belly a nose connected to her ankles

-You really know too much of us, for not dying. Do you want dilido in your ass

-HUMM!!!

-I can put it in your cunt

-Hummm!

-Want a wet cunt, You like this, not true. Don’t be afraid your panties will keep it in position, and I switch the vibrator on.

-hummm!

-Let me change your hand position

-Hummm!

-Yes it’s worst, but it’ll help you die faster…

She lays there in the officer room stangling herself with her own hands and ankles.