A few months after meeting Yung Lee the ghost, my friends proposed me to spend a night in another haunted house. At first I did not want to, but they argued and I finally accepted. That time I asked what they knew about the house. It was not a ruin but a comfortable home with a heated swimming pool inside the house. It was rent, but some occupants complain about some noises at night. And five women had been found hanged near the pool. The three first one were hanged together.
It was by a cold afternoon of November and it was snowing outside, but the house was illuminated and heated and there was lot of vapour mist on the windows. We quickly visited the house, and then I had to strip. As they were leaving two of them grabbed me and tied my elbow in my back.
At first I would have bathed myself in the pool, but with my tied elbow I was unable to swim and to dry myself once bathed. So I got to the kitchen and prepared some popcorn. Then I kneel in front of the TV and ate like an animal as I wasn’t able to use my arms.
I was still kneeling there when a voice wake me up.
-Hi, I’m Mary, who are you?”
The ghost seemed surprised at first
-Err I’m Sandy, Why are you here, naked and tied like that.”
-It’s a bet, some friends bet I couldn’t spend a night naked and tied like that in that house.”
-And you accepted?”
-Yes, A few months ago I spend a night naked in a haunted house, so I win.”
-I want you to follow me” said Sandy who helped me to stand up. I was surprised because Yung Lee would have been unable to do that. She drove me next to the pool, where a noose was dangling over a stack of books.
-I suppose you want to hang me, but why, am I so disturbing?”
-I hanged to death there…”
-I’m willing to hear you…”
-It is a long story.
-We have all the night long, haven’t we?
-I was invited at a Pyjama party in that house. I found that my pyjamas were too girlish, so I bought a nightdress. But When I arrived there, I was far from Manuela, and Britney. Their nightdresses were far sexier than mine.
-You were three only?
-Yes, A first I thought we were more, but when I arrived I realized that we would be three. Manuella proposed a poker game.
-A strip poker
-Yeah, I didn’t dare refusing, and the one who would loose would have to strip in front of the two other. Britney loosed. She striped, but Manuella imposed her to shave her pubic hair also to be fully naked! And then she said that to help Britney, we should strip and shave also. I was ashamed.
-A least the difference in nightdresses wasn’t visible.
-It can be said. We bathed in the pool. I was troubled, as I never had been with other girls naked like this. I never thought I could have been homosexual, But I was attracted by Manuella and Britney. Manuella bobs were wonderfull. At the same time britney Insisted that we drank, so do you, Sandy said as she made me drink much more water than I would have on my own.
-Err? And what was the next game?
-It was a kind of slalom. But each time you’ll have it done correctly you’ll have to drink a glass of Vodka. If you missed a door you would have your hands tied in you back. We did it seven times and I lost some doors as I wasn’t able to walk strait. So Manuella tied my hand in my back, like yours are. And Britney Insisted that we drank water. Then she gave handcuff to Britney and they cuffed their hand in their back to be like me.
We bathed once again...
-You bathed hand tied? I asked as Sandy made me drank once more.
-Yes of course, we were a little drunk, but you can swim with your feet, did she said before pushing Mary in the water. It took one second to Mary to realize the situation, but she quickly reached to pool shore.
-You see that’s not so difficult said Sandy as Mary was getting out of the water.
-The third game was to hold on urinating. We were to stand leg apart and the first who urinate would have a special penalty. We stand there up to twenty minutes with pain, when Manuella released her bladder. Britney and I did the same just after her. Britney removed her handcuff and revealed a gallow that was hidden. There were three nooses; the central one was shorter. Britney led Manuella to the central place and placed the noose around her neck. Manuella was standing on a stack of books. But to be with her we had to put our neck in nooses also. Would you please put yours in the noose I’ve made for you?
As It was not first encounter with a ghost I knew that I had no choice but to obey. Once the knot was tight and placed on my right ear, Mary began to whistle and I realized how much I needed to urinate. I began to stamp a little and Mary took advantage of that to remove one of the books I was standing on. I was then on my tip toes.
-You are like was Manuella… My rope wasn’t so tight. And Britney put her cuff back on. It’s just after we heard the click that Manuellea asked Britney if she had the cuff’s key any longer… Britney took some time to reply… that she has forgotten the key on the table near the pool… We were trapped.
- Oh! How did you felt when you realized what had happened?
-I did not realize at first. But Britney apologizing made me understand we had no way getting out of that trap. I was ashamed of being nude tied shaved and noosed ! You do not seem to much ashamed don’t you ? You like having you sex bald.
- Err! It is another ghost that I helped that asked me to epilate my crotch…
She let a finger touch my skin from my belly down to my slit… I was near from letting my bladder emping itself
-I’ll remove the books when you piss…
It gave me courage to hold on.
-Err! Have what happened next…
-Manuella and Briteney argued but quickly Manuella losed her voice… She was still hupping up and down and finnaly one more book felt and she hung we saw her kicking, trying to find some support, her face turning red then purple and finnaly pissed herself. This spectacle was unbearable as it was what was to happen to us… I was so frightened that I pissed myself. Then I realised that once wet the soil was slippery and has a slope.
We spend most of the night like that, hopping to reach sunrise when Britney’s parents would come back.
At midmight we heared a sound and Britney said “My god no !”
-What happened? Did I ask not knowing the present time.
-You’ll see soon, did she answer.
I was afraid! I did see how I would make Sandy to remove me from the gallows, I was near to piss near to slip out of force and now I learn that something was about to happen… I tried to speak with Sandy but she wasn’t ready for that. Then I heard the “humming” a motor was on. I quickly realised what was on. The gallows laid on a mobile pavement. This pavement was moved up to allow a sheet to close the pool and keep its heat. It was perfect to keep a hot pool, but it was hiring by rope up and soon my feet would not touch the shore.
-I… I give my pardon… Sandy !
She looked at me surprised…
-I’m slowly killing you and you give me your pardon ?
I was hung now, unable to breathe, unable to speak. The pain in my neck was unbearable. I was also unable to hold on my bladder. I was trying to find the soil with my feet. All was lost. I thought of Yung Lee. Centuries ago when he was slowly strangling to death a woman said him that thinking about sex was a solution to avoid pain. Of course this was a way to mock the poor castrated Yung Lee which was days away form its death. But at that moment I used that to forget my constricted neck. I felt a sexual energy rising from my lower belly. But quickly loose my concentration as my lung burnt as they needed fresh air. I started to panic and kick vigorously. I did remembered that stage when Yung Lee pillory strangled me, but it was a much more slow process in which one strangulation was due to loss of energy to keep the head up. How long did it took in reality? At the end of my rope it took ages before I succeed in stopping that and bulding the sexual energy again. Tears in my eyes made my view limited and I didn’t know where Sandy was. Suddenly I was beaten and fresh air burnt my lungs all along its way. Sandy cut me down.
-Why did you pardon me did she ask?
-Err… breathe… please… time… It took a long time before I was able to speak again. And my neck was still hurting.
-I know that you feel in jail. And you want revenge.
-How can you think you can imagine how is it to be hung like that.
-You just tried to hung me Sandy. And Yung Lee another ghost tried to strangle me to death. So I can have an idea of how is it to wait for that kind of death.
-I don’t mean that, how can you imagine how is it to be a ghost?
-I cannot, but I know how Yung Lee found peace after centuries, You are a ghost for a few years, I may be easier for you…
-What do I have to do?
-recognize the girls you hung were innocent.
-They were alive…
-Alive but not guilty. The guilty ones where Manuella et Britney, but the died with you didn’t they?
-Err you’re right… But I needed to clam me down. I would have lived live you… met boys and so…
-You died a virgin?
-True…
-If I touch you do you feel it?
-I’m not lesbian!
-It is like you want, if you want to know how sex is, or not. I cannot change myself to a boy.
A few minutes laters Sandy and I were in one the House’s rooms…
As I was caressing her, Sandy colour changed from her white skin to a pinkish tone. I used my tongue as she didn’t take time to untie me.
I was very excited but had now way to satisfy myself.
She was near to orgasm when she said: “You were right it was an accident Manuella and Britney didn’t plan that and died with me.”
I think that she had an orgasm at that moment. Slowly she get up in the air, and I find myself alone in that room. At two in the morning, I get down having a look at the TV and ate the cold pop corn. But I was so exited that I was in a urge to find something to rub my crotch to. This situation was ashaming But I really needed to be released from that sexual energy. I visited the house trying each table corner when I found in a work bench some thing that looked perfect for me. That kind of trestle was the right height, and there was some object on the floor I could step on to straddle that thing.
Moving forward and backward I succeed in satisfying my sexual needs, but once that was done I realised that I push the objects I stepped onto, so I was trapped there…
My situation quickly got worse when I tried to sit. The pain was unbearable, so I had to stand up there until my friends found me nearly four hours later.
I was ashamed.
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Meeting Yung Lee - A Mary Tale
I never believed in ghosts, and when some friends of mine bet I would not dare staying at night in the old main house on that avenue, I said not only I'll do it, but I would be able to do it naked, did I say joking.
A few days later I was driven to the house with a sleeping bag, a torch lamp and some water. First we insure that nobody was using the house, then I stripped naked and gave all by clothes to my friends just keeping a GPS tied around my waist that will insure I would have stayed in the house and a cellular phone. The GPS was not absolutely needed, as I did not imagine running across the street naked as I was.
It was eight and it wasn't night already by this hot June evening, and being naked was not a problem if I was not to meet anyone.
I climbed into one of the chambers on the third floor, where there was a bed that seemed to be usable. I also hoped that if some homeless went here to sleep they would stay on the first or second floor.
I had some difficulties to felt asleep as you can easily imagine. Suddenly I awoke. All was dark, some clouds masked the moon, I used the phone to see it was eleven. In fact someone was speaking to me inside my head I was not really frightened but more curious about what I was to found. After a door we did not notice at first I went into a room that was from a different style than every other room in the house. It looked like a Chinese place. In the middle a pillory that looked very strange laid on the top of wooden scaffold.
I would have gone away, but the voice in my head leads me to the pillory. As I stepped on the stairs I was getting sure I was making a mistake, but the voice was still encouraging me. Once I was on the deck, the voice asked me to go to the pillory. I stopped to have a look at it. There was a lower board of wood that was at least two inches thick and two upper ones of half thickness. One has its hinge on right, on the other on left, and once they were closed they let three holes, for the sentenced person’s neck and wrists. The voice asked me to open the pillory and as I was doing it, that opening was difficult because each upper board locked itself in the other one hinge, but I did not mind and continue to obey the voice, putting by neck in the main hole of the lower board.
I was having shivers along by back, imagining I was in middle age, sentenced to stay in the nude in that pillory waiting to be hung. The position was very uncomfortable because I was too small. But the voice indicated a lever that allows rising or lowering the boards. It is at that moment that I realized the voice could not be mine, then I asked: “Who’s here, Who’s speaking to me?”.
Suddenly I get a headache and the voice inside my head said that I had to obey, so I put my neck on the board, which was now on the right height, and I closed the upper boards with my wrists into the holes. I heard the “clap”, from the wooden boards locking themselves, and my head went clear again. Pushing the upper board I realized I was unable to set myself free. “Who’s there?” I asked again. Afraid I was alone trapped there for the rest of the night. I also imagined the reaction of a homeless if he found me there trapped and naked. And I was wondering my friends would find me easily.
-I’m Yung Lee a voice said behind me with an oriental sound. I just saw a glowing form in the dark. I was wondering if my friends where building a joke, but how would they have this done?
-Do you know I died in the position you actually are? How do you feel?
-Hi Yung Lee, I’m Mary, I’m sorry for bothering you. The position is not very comfortable, but I think it’s not supposed to be. You said you’ve died like that, but I supposed pillory was not a death sentence, was it??
-Of course it was in my country.” The glowing was next to me and I was unable to see it because of the boards.
-Could you explain me what happened to you?”, I asked, hoping that if I show some interest for his fate the phantom would allow me to get back.
-Of course I can! It’s what will happen to you, but I will have some mercy, you won’t have to wait for three days as I have!” As he floated near me I saw a scar where his sex would be.
-I’m very sorry you had to die after three days in that position, but it seems to me that it is not the only torture you had to go throw, if you want you could talk me about that and I will write it so your case will be known and the guilty ones will be punished? I was frightened and hoped the phantom would accept my proposition, which means to let me go alive.
-Well-tried young Lady! But you will die here the same way I had 2000 years ago in the ancient China, slowly suffocating, But I will tell you my whole sentence if you want to”
-I really want to hear you Yung Lee. And I’m willing to go through some of suffering you’ve gone through, so I’ll be able to understand your mind.” I saw I win some points not asking to be set free and accepting the doom he would choose for me.
-You’re brave and clever, but do not hope to much.” He answered.
-Explain me why you were sentenced Yung Lee.” I saw that my question made a change in his attitude.
-Err! In fact I raped a girl, she was not willing to let me… “ I was afraid been naked and trapped in front of a rapper, even if he was a ghost.
-Ok, You were young that’s right?” Did I ask to help him to continue on.
-Err ? Yeah, but I didn’t know she was the governor daughter and a guard was following her, so I get arrested immediately.
-So you were send in jail?
-Yes, and the tomorrow morning I was driven to the centre town” explained the ghost.
There his wrists were tied high to a pole, and then his ankles were tied making his legs spread. The position was extricating. The executioner threaded a wooden stick into his urethra. As he explained that I was afraid he would make me suffer the same. But he was in his story. Explaining the girl he raped was looking at him, like the whole people of the village. I can imagine the shame of being displayed nude like that to have his genitals tortured. First his balls skin has been burned, and finally a hot red pincers was used to cut off his penis and balls. He vanished but was waked up by the torturer, who still had to remove what was left of the wooden stick. And then was send back into his cell.
He hoped his sentence was done. The first week was hell, as his scar was hurting. He had to learn to piss sitting like a girl, and the other prisoner decided to use him to satisfy their sexual need. A fully week passed when he was moved to anther place were he has been thrown into a muddy hole with two other people. One was sentenced for bribery, the other for murder. His sexless condition let him no way to hide the reason of this sentence, so the two used him again. He stayed there another week, and then they were taken out of their hole. He realized then that it was a prison in which each cell was a hole opened to rain. Turning his head he saw the pillories. They were nine on the other side of the road, in the middle of nowhere, the reason of the condemnation was written on the boards, so he immediately understood that the three empty ones were for them. Most of the people in the pillories were sentenced for murder, repeated theft or corruption. They all were naked, and covered with mud, so were them. A few minutes later he was locked between the two others.
-Were you allowed to drink and eat?” I asked
-Some water was offered about every two hours, but no food”
-Am I allowed to get some water ?” Yung Lee seemed disappointed
-Err? I fact there no reason you don’t but I have none
-On the third floor I have a bottle full of water”
-I? I cannot get and fetch?? I understand, Yung Lee as a ghost was unable to have any effect on object, but he could speak to me. I tried to move my hand forward and backward.
-If you let me go and get it I promise to come back”
-I cannot set you free” He said as the pillory opened.
The voice in my head said, “you just go and get your water bottle, do not try to escape.”
-There is no problem Yung Lee, I’ve promised, I’ll get back and I really want to know the rest of your story.” I was happy to be free, even knowing that I have no way to resist the voice in my head, but being able to walk was wonderful. I really understood what Yung Lee might have suffered even if I have not been castrated and humiliated like he had been. I did not even think to use the phone, and run back to Yung Lee. Before he asked I drank and lock myself back in the pillory, but I was not as frightened as before because I knew how to get out of it. Yung Lee continued his story on.
He had been locked at sunrise, and he discovered the torture during the morning. Unable to move you get pins and needles or cramps. When you get tired your windpipe is mashed on the board. I was not in the pillory for so long so I did not experience the cramps or the windpipe mashing. But known that I realized that standing like I was, I was unable to get any rest. But there was also the road; nothing happens, so they had nothing to distract them from their torture, and the only people that were going along the road splat at them, or more beat them. The afternoon, he discovered the effects of the sun and heat. The evening the guards came and abuse them, but his sexless crotch made them more evil.
As I was hearing him I feel a growing need to pee. And when the need was becoming an urge I asked to go to the toilets, but Yung Lee refused, and I heard the small voice menacing me of a new headache. Finally I had to pee in that position my urine splashing on my legs. After there was no way avoiding the puddle but to put my feet into it. The guards told him woman are never executed that way, and the other prisoner having their penis, they do not urinate on themselves, this was reserved to rappers.
And the night began in the odours of sweat, urine, shit, and sperm. He could feel sperm flowing from its ass along his thighs. The first night was cold. At the morning he was happy, hopping to be free, letting his pillory to some one else, he would have been happy to get back in the hole. But when the executioner came it was not to free them. The other condemned just had a kind of breath, so he did not realized what had happened. The executioner came behind him, putting his foot between Yung Lee feet. And quickly remove the board he was on. I did not understand, but the voice required that I kick one of the boards my feet were on. As soon as I did it I understood! Being two inch lower, I had to push on my toes to be able to breath.
I imagine Yung Lee desesperation. As he saw the three corpses being taken away, the boards being changed, and then three new condemned been taken out of their hole, he realized it was a death sentence. Lowering his eyes he saw there was still one board under his feet” So was under mines.
With the board gone my situation changed dramatically. I quickly get cramps in my legs, but as soon as I allow myself to loosen my position, I breathing was difficult. I was there for some hours; Yung Lee has to endure that for days.
The second day there was a storm that let them drenched. As he was suffering an old women came. And she told him:
-As a rapper you get a right punishment, I hope they have crushed your nuts before the castration, as they’ve done to my husband. But know you are near your end think about pleasure, and you will lower your pains, and she put a piece of lemon in his mouth. Do not think I have mercy for you, knowing that, you will last longer”.
I didn’t realize the end of the sentence at first, but I immediately realized that thinking about a cock inside my pussy help me to think to some thing other than my suffering, but I quickly find myself horny, but unable to satisfy myself. For Yung Lee that day was worst than the preceding one, and he was waiting for the evening rape, hoping to get rid of this sexual excitation, but without sex organ, he didn’t.
The next morning, the executioner struck his ass: “You’ve done the longer, wait for the worst” and removed the last board…
-Please Yung Lee… …Do not force… …me to remove mine… …before you’ve finished… …your story” I beg obliged to wait for each breath.
Yung Lee accepted. He explained that without the last board he had to push on his tiptoes get a difficult breath. He was near to hang to the board. Even drinking was difficult. It was near noon when he got a cramp and he was so exhausted that he finally succeed in letting him smothering. He said the pain from it was surprising him, but I was soon to discover it he said. Even if it began several times, the whole thing is much more difficult he explained.
I was both afraid on what was coming next for me, and sorry for Yung Lee.
I heard the voice for kicking the last board.
-Please Yung Lee… …Some questions…
-Ok what do you want to know?
-What happen next.
When Yung Lee Died, He found himself as a glowing form that slide out of his corpse, but unlike the other that were rising, he just lay near his corpse, and roamed for centuries since is corpse disappeared. He didn’t know what to do. So he reproduced his execution from place to place haunting house after house. At first with some concentration he was able to move some objects, but he was not any more for centuries, but he increased his force in minds, so nobody could resist his suggestions. So he got his revenge for his infamous death.
Speaking with him, I succeed in making recognize that theses victims were not guilty for his death, and finally he accepted and was sorry for them. I saw that his glowing colour changed from something like green or grey he switch for a very light pink.
-It’s time to kick your board lady, For the last time I promise, but I need to see someone being smothered like that once again. The voice became stronger
-Oh please Yung Lee…
-What’s more?
And I succeeded in making him recognize that the guard were only making their jobs, even if they could have been smarter, and so he did not really had to hate them for that. It was harder for him, but once done, He got pinker and floated higher in the air.
But the voice came even stronger, and I argue once more, and that time I had him say that he regrets raping the girl. This colour was very strong, and he was able to float up to the ceiling. Was he having his dick back ? I think of it, but he floated behind me. I do not know if I hoped or fear for him to rape me.
His will was stronger than mine so I obeyed to the voice kicking the board.
I was hardly able to reach the floor with my tiptoes. I just succeed In saying :”I excuse You ‘cause I know you need to get rid of the way you were killed.” I fell him through me. His full body felt warm to me, and I felt the pillory opening, and I fell on the floor on my piss. In my head the small voice said “Chinese girls used to epilate their sex, you would be as pretty as them if you were doing it”. I just saw him rising through the ceiling. When I went outside it was near eight, my friends were there to take me back to home. They do not want to known about Yung Lee, saying Ghosts do not exists. They are sure I pissed myself, of being frightened, but I win the bet.
They explained me that they knew some people where found smothered and naked after spending a night there, and they had the same mark as I had on their neck.
Once At home I got a shower and I waxed my sex, I do not really know why. But since this story each time I get some hair, I felt an urge to wax.
Found another Mary Tale when she meets Sandy
A few days later I was driven to the house with a sleeping bag, a torch lamp and some water. First we insure that nobody was using the house, then I stripped naked and gave all by clothes to my friends just keeping a GPS tied around my waist that will insure I would have stayed in the house and a cellular phone. The GPS was not absolutely needed, as I did not imagine running across the street naked as I was.
It was eight and it wasn't night already by this hot June evening, and being naked was not a problem if I was not to meet anyone.
I climbed into one of the chambers on the third floor, where there was a bed that seemed to be usable. I also hoped that if some homeless went here to sleep they would stay on the first or second floor.
I had some difficulties to felt asleep as you can easily imagine. Suddenly I awoke. All was dark, some clouds masked the moon, I used the phone to see it was eleven. In fact someone was speaking to me inside my head I was not really frightened but more curious about what I was to found. After a door we did not notice at first I went into a room that was from a different style than every other room in the house. It looked like a Chinese place. In the middle a pillory that looked very strange laid on the top of wooden scaffold.
I would have gone away, but the voice in my head leads me to the pillory. As I stepped on the stairs I was getting sure I was making a mistake, but the voice was still encouraging me. Once I was on the deck, the voice asked me to go to the pillory. I stopped to have a look at it. There was a lower board of wood that was at least two inches thick and two upper ones of half thickness. One has its hinge on right, on the other on left, and once they were closed they let three holes, for the sentenced person’s neck and wrists. The voice asked me to open the pillory and as I was doing it, that opening was difficult because each upper board locked itself in the other one hinge, but I did not mind and continue to obey the voice, putting by neck in the main hole of the lower board.
I was having shivers along by back, imagining I was in middle age, sentenced to stay in the nude in that pillory waiting to be hung. The position was very uncomfortable because I was too small. But the voice indicated a lever that allows rising or lowering the boards. It is at that moment that I realized the voice could not be mine, then I asked: “Who’s here, Who’s speaking to me?”.
Suddenly I get a headache and the voice inside my head said that I had to obey, so I put my neck on the board, which was now on the right height, and I closed the upper boards with my wrists into the holes. I heard the “clap”, from the wooden boards locking themselves, and my head went clear again. Pushing the upper board I realized I was unable to set myself free. “Who’s there?” I asked again. Afraid I was alone trapped there for the rest of the night. I also imagined the reaction of a homeless if he found me there trapped and naked. And I was wondering my friends would find me easily.
-I’m Yung Lee a voice said behind me with an oriental sound. I just saw a glowing form in the dark. I was wondering if my friends where building a joke, but how would they have this done?
-Do you know I died in the position you actually are? How do you feel?
-Hi Yung Lee, I’m Mary, I’m sorry for bothering you. The position is not very comfortable, but I think it’s not supposed to be. You said you’ve died like that, but I supposed pillory was not a death sentence, was it??
-Of course it was in my country.” The glowing was next to me and I was unable to see it because of the boards.
-Could you explain me what happened to you?”, I asked, hoping that if I show some interest for his fate the phantom would allow me to get back.
-Of course I can! It’s what will happen to you, but I will have some mercy, you won’t have to wait for three days as I have!” As he floated near me I saw a scar where his sex would be.
-I’m very sorry you had to die after three days in that position, but it seems to me that it is not the only torture you had to go throw, if you want you could talk me about that and I will write it so your case will be known and the guilty ones will be punished? I was frightened and hoped the phantom would accept my proposition, which means to let me go alive.
-Well-tried young Lady! But you will die here the same way I had 2000 years ago in the ancient China, slowly suffocating, But I will tell you my whole sentence if you want to”
-I really want to hear you Yung Lee. And I’m willing to go through some of suffering you’ve gone through, so I’ll be able to understand your mind.” I saw I win some points not asking to be set free and accepting the doom he would choose for me.
-You’re brave and clever, but do not hope to much.” He answered.
-Explain me why you were sentenced Yung Lee.” I saw that my question made a change in his attitude.
-Err! In fact I raped a girl, she was not willing to let me… “ I was afraid been naked and trapped in front of a rapper, even if he was a ghost.
-Ok, You were young that’s right?” Did I ask to help him to continue on.
-Err ? Yeah, but I didn’t know she was the governor daughter and a guard was following her, so I get arrested immediately.
-So you were send in jail?
-Yes, and the tomorrow morning I was driven to the centre town” explained the ghost.
There his wrists were tied high to a pole, and then his ankles were tied making his legs spread. The position was extricating. The executioner threaded a wooden stick into his urethra. As he explained that I was afraid he would make me suffer the same. But he was in his story. Explaining the girl he raped was looking at him, like the whole people of the village. I can imagine the shame of being displayed nude like that to have his genitals tortured. First his balls skin has been burned, and finally a hot red pincers was used to cut off his penis and balls. He vanished but was waked up by the torturer, who still had to remove what was left of the wooden stick. And then was send back into his cell.
He hoped his sentence was done. The first week was hell, as his scar was hurting. He had to learn to piss sitting like a girl, and the other prisoner decided to use him to satisfy their sexual need. A fully week passed when he was moved to anther place were he has been thrown into a muddy hole with two other people. One was sentenced for bribery, the other for murder. His sexless condition let him no way to hide the reason of this sentence, so the two used him again. He stayed there another week, and then they were taken out of their hole. He realized then that it was a prison in which each cell was a hole opened to rain. Turning his head he saw the pillories. They were nine on the other side of the road, in the middle of nowhere, the reason of the condemnation was written on the boards, so he immediately understood that the three empty ones were for them. Most of the people in the pillories were sentenced for murder, repeated theft or corruption. They all were naked, and covered with mud, so were them. A few minutes later he was locked between the two others.
-Were you allowed to drink and eat?” I asked
-Some water was offered about every two hours, but no food”
-Am I allowed to get some water ?” Yung Lee seemed disappointed
-Err? I fact there no reason you don’t but I have none
-On the third floor I have a bottle full of water”
-I? I cannot get and fetch?? I understand, Yung Lee as a ghost was unable to have any effect on object, but he could speak to me. I tried to move my hand forward and backward.
-If you let me go and get it I promise to come back”
-I cannot set you free” He said as the pillory opened.
The voice in my head said, “you just go and get your water bottle, do not try to escape.”
-There is no problem Yung Lee, I’ve promised, I’ll get back and I really want to know the rest of your story.” I was happy to be free, even knowing that I have no way to resist the voice in my head, but being able to walk was wonderful. I really understood what Yung Lee might have suffered even if I have not been castrated and humiliated like he had been. I did not even think to use the phone, and run back to Yung Lee. Before he asked I drank and lock myself back in the pillory, but I was not as frightened as before because I knew how to get out of it. Yung Lee continued his story on.
He had been locked at sunrise, and he discovered the torture during the morning. Unable to move you get pins and needles or cramps. When you get tired your windpipe is mashed on the board. I was not in the pillory for so long so I did not experience the cramps or the windpipe mashing. But known that I realized that standing like I was, I was unable to get any rest. But there was also the road; nothing happens, so they had nothing to distract them from their torture, and the only people that were going along the road splat at them, or more beat them. The afternoon, he discovered the effects of the sun and heat. The evening the guards came and abuse them, but his sexless crotch made them more evil.
As I was hearing him I feel a growing need to pee. And when the need was becoming an urge I asked to go to the toilets, but Yung Lee refused, and I heard the small voice menacing me of a new headache. Finally I had to pee in that position my urine splashing on my legs. After there was no way avoiding the puddle but to put my feet into it. The guards told him woman are never executed that way, and the other prisoner having their penis, they do not urinate on themselves, this was reserved to rappers.
And the night began in the odours of sweat, urine, shit, and sperm. He could feel sperm flowing from its ass along his thighs. The first night was cold. At the morning he was happy, hopping to be free, letting his pillory to some one else, he would have been happy to get back in the hole. But when the executioner came it was not to free them. The other condemned just had a kind of breath, so he did not realized what had happened. The executioner came behind him, putting his foot between Yung Lee feet. And quickly remove the board he was on. I did not understand, but the voice required that I kick one of the boards my feet were on. As soon as I did it I understood! Being two inch lower, I had to push on my toes to be able to breath.
I imagine Yung Lee desesperation. As he saw the three corpses being taken away, the boards being changed, and then three new condemned been taken out of their hole, he realized it was a death sentence. Lowering his eyes he saw there was still one board under his feet” So was under mines.
With the board gone my situation changed dramatically. I quickly get cramps in my legs, but as soon as I allow myself to loosen my position, I breathing was difficult. I was there for some hours; Yung Lee has to endure that for days.
The second day there was a storm that let them drenched. As he was suffering an old women came. And she told him:
-As a rapper you get a right punishment, I hope they have crushed your nuts before the castration, as they’ve done to my husband. But know you are near your end think about pleasure, and you will lower your pains, and she put a piece of lemon in his mouth. Do not think I have mercy for you, knowing that, you will last longer”.
I didn’t realize the end of the sentence at first, but I immediately realized that thinking about a cock inside my pussy help me to think to some thing other than my suffering, but I quickly find myself horny, but unable to satisfy myself. For Yung Lee that day was worst than the preceding one, and he was waiting for the evening rape, hoping to get rid of this sexual excitation, but without sex organ, he didn’t.
The next morning, the executioner struck his ass: “You’ve done the longer, wait for the worst” and removed the last board…
-Please Yung Lee… …Do not force… …me to remove mine… …before you’ve finished… …your story” I beg obliged to wait for each breath.
Yung Lee accepted. He explained that without the last board he had to push on his tiptoes get a difficult breath. He was near to hang to the board. Even drinking was difficult. It was near noon when he got a cramp and he was so exhausted that he finally succeed in letting him smothering. He said the pain from it was surprising him, but I was soon to discover it he said. Even if it began several times, the whole thing is much more difficult he explained.
I was both afraid on what was coming next for me, and sorry for Yung Lee.
I heard the voice for kicking the last board.
-Please Yung Lee… …Some questions…
-Ok what do you want to know?
-What happen next.
When Yung Lee Died, He found himself as a glowing form that slide out of his corpse, but unlike the other that were rising, he just lay near his corpse, and roamed for centuries since is corpse disappeared. He didn’t know what to do. So he reproduced his execution from place to place haunting house after house. At first with some concentration he was able to move some objects, but he was not any more for centuries, but he increased his force in minds, so nobody could resist his suggestions. So he got his revenge for his infamous death.
Speaking with him, I succeed in making recognize that theses victims were not guilty for his death, and finally he accepted and was sorry for them. I saw that his glowing colour changed from something like green or grey he switch for a very light pink.
-It’s time to kick your board lady, For the last time I promise, but I need to see someone being smothered like that once again. The voice became stronger
-Oh please Yung Lee…
-What’s more?
And I succeeded in making him recognize that the guard were only making their jobs, even if they could have been smarter, and so he did not really had to hate them for that. It was harder for him, but once done, He got pinker and floated higher in the air.
But the voice came even stronger, and I argue once more, and that time I had him say that he regrets raping the girl. This colour was very strong, and he was able to float up to the ceiling. Was he having his dick back ? I think of it, but he floated behind me. I do not know if I hoped or fear for him to rape me.
His will was stronger than mine so I obeyed to the voice kicking the board.
I was hardly able to reach the floor with my tiptoes. I just succeed In saying :”I excuse You ‘cause I know you need to get rid of the way you were killed.” I fell him through me. His full body felt warm to me, and I felt the pillory opening, and I fell on the floor on my piss. In my head the small voice said “Chinese girls used to epilate their sex, you would be as pretty as them if you were doing it”. I just saw him rising through the ceiling. When I went outside it was near eight, my friends were there to take me back to home. They do not want to known about Yung Lee, saying Ghosts do not exists. They are sure I pissed myself, of being frightened, but I win the bet.
They explained me that they knew some people where found smothered and naked after spending a night there, and they had the same mark as I had on their neck.
Once At home I got a shower and I waxed my sex, I do not really know why. But since this story each time I get some hair, I felt an urge to wax.
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