A fantasy story by Beynazura
There was not lot of things to do there. So every evening we used to met to play cards. Our husbands were working deep in the countryside; we were regretting to have followed them up to there. First we played bridge, but we quickly get bored. Then we changed to poker, but we also get bored. A few days ago we changed the rule and played strip poker, but the loser had to return home naked. This is dangerous at night even in the European side of the city. Up to now none of us get raped or killed but we knew it was to happen if we continue on.
Today as we’re about to begin playing Helen says. “If I loose I prefer to be hung just there instead of trying to return home naked” Of course she lives several blocks from here and returning home naked she was near from sure to be raped and killed by then. At first we looked at each other. First we were surprised but soon this idea seemed good as we didn’t have the same chances to get home naked. The body question came next. But with the revolutionary that runs around it would not be difficult to dispose of it. We were ten, so if we killed one of us each evening, it won’t be long before all of us would be dead.
So we decided that the loser would have some ordeals to complain. Some would be impossible so would lead to execution… other would not. The first time you’ll get naked you’ll get one, the second time two an so on. Each time one of us would be snuffed the ordeals numbers would resume. And so the ordeals were written on small sheets of paper.
We were ready to begin playing when Sophie complained. She did not want to be hung. We resolved that it is not the loser choice, but the choice can be made before playing. I said that was too fair. And I proposed that we waited for for two of us to be naked, than choose one of them. If you don’t succeed in choosing it would be a contest. I do not remember who proposed a pissing contest; the first one who pisses herself would go through the ordeals.
Once the rules where accepted we began to play. Each clothe lost made a chill as it was a step near the rope.
Helen quickly find herself in underwear, but was still joking, explaining that she could get a cold and die form it if the game take too much time. But when she was only wearing her panties she was not joking so much. I was getting anxious as I was at the underwear stage at that moment, was I the second to get naked?
Helen was shaking as she removed her panties. She then disappeared. Sophie thought she tried to run away, she soon came again with a pair of cuffs she closed around her wrists. She explained she wanted to play the game but she wasn’t sure how she would react as the execution would be nearer. Sophie laughed at her. But as the game continues on it seems that she and I were not focusing on the game and we found ourselves in panties. Someone laughed at us saying that there only one second place. I was not ready to be hung, but after all there is an end every one has to go through. I preferred to stay alive. Sophie seemed anxious. I realised she lived next door. She would have preferred to have to return home naked this evening. When she lost for the last time she become wild, but two of us used a second pair of cuff. She tried to say I was a liar that I cheated, nobody took care.
We were two to want Sophie hung, and the other did not succeed in choosing. So urine contest was used. They were keeling face to face. Sophie snivelled that was not just because she drank more than Helen. We said that wasn’t fair, it was the purpose, not to be fair. After 10 minutes we resolved to give them some water to drink to hasten the contest. Helen drank despite she was shaking. Her fear was evident, but she composed with it. Sophie tried not to drink, she was unable to control herself. A few minutes later they were wincing as holding up was becoming a challenge.
-I think I loose Helen said. And clearly let her urine flow on the soil. “I’m sorry” she said to the house owner. When we looked at Sophie she was having urine flowing along her tights...
Then Helen asked what her ordeal was. We took one of the papers.
“Lick the second less clothed woman up to orgasm in ten minutes”.
Sophie was red as she was ashamed. Once again, she didn’t want to accept being Helen’s target. I must say that I was wet about this ordeal, as they began I realized that we all were excited. Sophie tried to resist but could nothing against Helen’s tongue. So she was saved.
Before leaving, it was decided that some execution should be faked, for girls that were brave. So both chosen girls would have to pass the urine contest. The looser would pass her ordeals and during the ordeals the other would decide if the execution would be faked or not. Each of us would throw a paper “faked” or “real” and one of them would be taken…
The next week I was very lucky at the game. I joked that we could change the girl execution to being impaled, or something like that… But as I said that the luck turned away from me and before I could react I was naked… Sophie poured me some water to help me stop shaking and Helen proposed her cuffs. I had some difficulties to flow the game as I was afraid of what was to happen. When Helen warned me about drinking so much Sophie laughed. I just thought the next thing would be the urine contest with the second one, and I was drinking glass of water after glass of water since I loosed.
Sophie seemed more interested in my thirst than in the game, and soon we were naked kneeling waiting for the first of us who would be unable to hold on. Helen cuffed our hand in our back despite Sophie’s protest. I proposed to declare myself looser as I drank too much water or to be given more water to make things go quicker it was not granted, so we were waiting. The pressure in my bladder was already high, but I saw that Sophie’s face was uneasy also so I began to think I had a chance to win. I was understanding how shaming it was to be there naked and viewed by all as we were trying to keep our bladder shut.
As Sophie was crying Helen began to make sounds of flowing water… I laughed and asked her to stop, but she continued on. I asked a bowl but Sophie protested that I had to humiliate myself. So I tried to hold a few minutes more and spread my thighs to let the urine flow on the soil. I was ashamed. I saw Sophie clench her thigh and her urine flowed on her thighs. I felt ashamed for her. But I knew I was the looser. Sophie was uncuffed and had a shower. I was waiting for my ordeal. I was preparing myself to hang. Everybody has to die one day or another. I would have preferred another. Naked and with my hands cuffed in my back there was no way I could escape. So I tried to keep my dignity.
Once dressed, Sophie came in triumph to show me my ordeal. Who had that idea? I had to offer a blowjob to one of the man of the house. The man had to cum within 10 minutes, and no drops had to flow out of my mouth. It took a few minutes to find a black man, who smelled awful. Without my hands I knelled in front of him and got his member in my mouth. It was not hard yet. But as I moved my tongue I felt it growing in my mouth. That was disgusting. But I felt the breathing of the man and his cock pulsating and little by little I was aroused. But with my hand in my back I had no way to satisfy myself. Helen came to me to say that there was only two minutes left, so I began to speed up, and I felt him moving in the same rhythm. Then I felt him pulsating, he was about to cum. I was ready to swallow. A first flow of semen came in my mouth I swallowed some of it, but soon the second one came and my mouth over flowed, but I succeeded in keeping it shut so the cum came up my noose and flown out from there. Unable to breathe I opened my mouth as the third flow came. Sophie was happy, I lose my ordeal.
-While you were doing some thing to him we decided to put you on spit, as you asked for while we were playing cards” Sophie said. If my mouth wasn’t full of semen I would have said something, but before I could do anything they put me on the table and used the cuffs to the table’s legs. I was on my belly.
I felt something big and cold near my anus.
-Oh! Please no, not that way, I asked but the spit was entering my anus.
-I put lubricant on it said Sophie.
A first the felling was not so bad. Then things turned bad as it cut my rectum. I felt it running through my belly. There was nothing I could do, I was being killed for a game I participated to create and the way I joked about.
-Any last word, bitch? Sophie asked but before I could say something pushed the spit through my throat. And I saw the tip of the slit coming out from my mouth.
I felt my leg being moved then tied, they tied my legs to the spit…
-I look like a goose to be roasted said Sophie leaving with the other. She dropped a piece of paper, there was written “faked” on it.
I was fading out, I know I’m dying and my execution should have been a faked one.
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Sunday, October 17, 2010
Jail Bonus
A fantasy story by Beynazura
I have got a 30 years sentence for swindle. As I’ve made 5 year already I have been allowed to earn leave days. It works like a Casino. The prison allows 720 point per prisoner. For each point you win you get 4 minutes outside the jail. So if you double your point account you get 48 hours outside the prison, a free week-end. Of course this is available only once in three months.
I was really happy to participate to this, and as I’m not bad at poker I easily won 360 points, one day outside. Then I was the fourth at a table, the minimum bet was 180. The wind changed and I quickly lose not only the 360 points I had won before, but also 360 points more. So my day free was off. I left that table and tried to win quickly some points, but all my trails were lost and when the casino closed I had lost all my points. Not so bad did I think. It will be better in three months, when I heard some behind me saying:
“I have lost 60 points, I’m in fear” What would I had to say as I had lost twelve time more points.
-So the ones who have lost some points leave by the red door, the other by the green one. A voice said”.
We enter in a room where we were dispatched, the ones who had lost less than 5 points, most of us in one part of the room, and the one who had lost less than 360 points in another part, and I. As I was alone loosing more than 360 points I was said to go with the ones that lose less than 360.
All of us stripped as asked and we were locked in small cells with our hand cuffed in our back and the number of points lost written on our shoulder. At that point I expected that we would stay in these cell for four minutes per lost point, as a balance, it seems to me it was right.
At sun rise the next morning I was woken up and driven to a yard I had never been before, there were upstanding posts there.
One of the wardens knocked me down.
-As you’ve lost the more, we began by you, you know the fare? One minute per point.
Before I understood they had grabbed my wrist over a wooden beam, and I squealed in pain as a nail was driven through it. I had no time to recover another one was driven through the other wrist. When they raised the beam I realised I was to be crucified. The man in the mob of prisoner was worrying for one hour on a cross. I would have 12 to go through.
Each move of the beam was excruciating, so I tried to follow their moves.
-Now step back on the box, asked one of by executioner, right, get on your tip toes...
Then a heard a kind of wooden click, and the beam was affixed.
-Don’t worry we won’t let you in such a position laughed a guard, as I was half hanging from the beam half standing on my toes. And then he kicked the box. I was hanging from my wrist; I let you imagine the pain.
They came and grabbed my legs.
-Get them loose, Said the guard.
Then they bend them so my ankle was against the pole, and then, they drove nails into each of them although I bawled all I could.
The main guard came to me and put him hand at my crotch
-It’s lubricant, we’re not monsters!
I get the cool sensation on my anus, but next he provided a wooden stick he shoved into my lubricated hole, then he affixed it to the pole.
-Time count form now on! But you have the best place to see the other. You’ll see them being put in crosses and being freed, how lucky you are!
With that thing into my ass I was having an erection I was unable to hide naked and nailed onto that cross. What’s more breathing was difficult, but by pushing on by legs I could get a position in which breathing was easier, and that relieved the pain of wrists to the detriment of ankles. In that position the wooden stick was lower in my anus and it pushed my hips forward. I wasn’t able to maintain this position very long, and finally I felt hanging from my wrist, relieved the pain of the ankles, and felling the stick sinking into me. At first it was a rape, I was being raped by the stick.
-I see you enjoy your position said the officer his eyes onto my shaft. But don’t worry. It’s usual. You are our champion today. I’ll stay near you for this morning. You’ll see there is nothing difficult in what you have to do, just stay here on that cross, getting up and down, and enjoying the show. But you’ll see the show won’t last as you are the only one to stay here for more that six hours. Our champion I say. I’ll take care of you.
And then the other were coming, but I saw there were not nailed as I was, but only tied to their cross, so I asked the officer.
-You didn’t read the notice about the Jail Bonus and the Casino carefully, did you? I Think so. I won’t ask you to get it back from your cell! It’s one of the differences between more and less than six hours. For less than six hours like them they are just tied, it is quicker to do and to undo. Being nailed is only for champions. They have no sedil also. Do you enjoy yours? At first it is invasive, isn’t it? But soon you’ll learn to play with it. You have plenty of time for that.
Effectively little by little I was used with the stick, and its way up and down my anus was becoming arousing. I also find a way that was near pleasurable when it pushed forward, but that position was painful from both ankles and wrists, and I wasn’t able to raise and lower myself so quick to get any release.
-It’s your first hour there! You deserve a drink!
It was awfully strong
-Vodka and Lemon juice, you’ll see you’ll appreciate it. This afternoon will be sunny.
I saw that the other crucified were given a drink also.
I taught I would be able to be used with the pain, but it was the opposite. I was in sweat, and mosquitoes were happy I wasn’t able to make them fly away from my tender flesh.
-Ah look all the cross are dressed. Now it is the turn of less than five minutes. They are not crucified.
Looking at the other was the only way to focus my mind on something else than my pain so I looked at them. They were only hanged from their wrist from the top of the pole, no transversal beam. I saw them lined up, kicking as their feet were not bound to the pole. Some tried to use their feet to push them up.
-It’s a bad thing being hanged like that. In my mind I would choose to be crucified 6 minutes rather than being hanged like that for 4 minutes. Nobody dies on a cross in 10 minutes, although some dies in three minutes being hanged by the wrist on a pole.
The last one, which had been hanging only one minute was removed, So were the other, and I saw them getting out. Some died on their pole. After, it was the turn of the last that have been crucified. For some of them walking was difficult, and they were put in cross, I was there for almost one hour.
Nobody was left and the sun was hot and high in the sky. Ants were running on my body but what could I do against them? I asked the officer but he said he was only allowed to give me a glass of lemon’n’vodka each hours, what he had done.
Then my dick was beginning to hurt.
-It’s your erection champion. It’s not an easy game you play staying twelve hours on a cross. It’s several hours since you are in erection. Your cock cannot bear it. You have to cum soon or it will die. It happens sometimes when you are in cross for more than six hours. It is nearly always the case for twelve hours.
He put his hand on my dick slowly wanking it, and then took my balls in his hand.
-That’s right, use the stick to make you cum, you have about one hour perhaps two. But even if you are successful, I doubt you’ll be able to do it again this evening as it will happen again.
I was desesperate. I thought that this evening it would be over, I would be taken off the cross, my wound healed. I never imagined I could lose my dick.
-It’s noon champion. I’ll let you there. You were put at 6:27 am. You’re near the middle of your time, but you’re alone now. I’ll come to see you near 6:00 pm, but I’m sure you understand I cannot spend my whole day with you. But there is a reporter that asked to see you.
-So we are!
-Yes, you know my entire story, and why I’m there.
That was the situation of the prisoner when I arrived. It was impressive to see him in that position. He was covered by sweat. Fly were going on his body and he seemed to ignore them. His spelling was difficult. I took some photograph he allowed me. I even take a photograph of his butt with that sedill that obscenely sink into his anus, and was soiled with shit and blood that drove lots of insects. His dick was massive and purple was I arrived. He asked me a hand job. I would have been happy to remove one of his pains, but I had been told that if I helped him I would be crucified like him, so I didn’t. But seeing him getting up and down was very erotic, and I hardly could stop me from touching myself. I was wet. As time passed I saw him more and more exhausted, but still getting up and down despite the craps he said.
At 6:00 PM the officer arrived. The man was happy to know there will be 30 minutes left to go. I saw a smile on his face.
-You really are a champion, you know? The officer said.
-How will you remove the nails? The man asked anxiously.
-Each thing after the other said the officer giving him two glasses to drink. We’re near the end of the procedure. Being nailed was a bad part, wasn’t it?
-Sure!
-Getting the sedil was another one, wasn’t it?
-Yeah
-Having priaprim on your dick also
-Yes!
-So we are on the last one, I promise!
-What will happen?
-I’ll brake you’re legs
-What? Did he ask.
-That’s the procedure
-You need to break my legs to remove the nails? But I won’t be able to breathe!
-I don’t know, in fact we won’t remove the nails, I’ll break your legs, and you’ll be still breathing for a quarter an hour, then you will die. It’s the procedure for more than six hours.
He shouted until his legs were broken. He tried to get up but his legs did not support him any more. I saw him crying. His face slowly became red, then purple
At 6:30 pm he was dead. The nails were removed from the pole and the beam by crushing his wrists and ankles. He was buried with them still through his flesh
I have got a 30 years sentence for swindle. As I’ve made 5 year already I have been allowed to earn leave days. It works like a Casino. The prison allows 720 point per prisoner. For each point you win you get 4 minutes outside the jail. So if you double your point account you get 48 hours outside the prison, a free week-end. Of course this is available only once in three months.
I was really happy to participate to this, and as I’m not bad at poker I easily won 360 points, one day outside. Then I was the fourth at a table, the minimum bet was 180. The wind changed and I quickly lose not only the 360 points I had won before, but also 360 points more. So my day free was off. I left that table and tried to win quickly some points, but all my trails were lost and when the casino closed I had lost all my points. Not so bad did I think. It will be better in three months, when I heard some behind me saying:
“I have lost 60 points, I’m in fear” What would I had to say as I had lost twelve time more points.
-So the ones who have lost some points leave by the red door, the other by the green one. A voice said”.
We enter in a room where we were dispatched, the ones who had lost less than 5 points, most of us in one part of the room, and the one who had lost less than 360 points in another part, and I. As I was alone loosing more than 360 points I was said to go with the ones that lose less than 360.
All of us stripped as asked and we were locked in small cells with our hand cuffed in our back and the number of points lost written on our shoulder. At that point I expected that we would stay in these cell for four minutes per lost point, as a balance, it seems to me it was right.
At sun rise the next morning I was woken up and driven to a yard I had never been before, there were upstanding posts there.
One of the wardens knocked me down.
-As you’ve lost the more, we began by you, you know the fare? One minute per point.
Before I understood they had grabbed my wrist over a wooden beam, and I squealed in pain as a nail was driven through it. I had no time to recover another one was driven through the other wrist. When they raised the beam I realised I was to be crucified. The man in the mob of prisoner was worrying for one hour on a cross. I would have 12 to go through.
Each move of the beam was excruciating, so I tried to follow their moves.
-Now step back on the box, asked one of by executioner, right, get on your tip toes...
Then a heard a kind of wooden click, and the beam was affixed.
-Don’t worry we won’t let you in such a position laughed a guard, as I was half hanging from the beam half standing on my toes. And then he kicked the box. I was hanging from my wrist; I let you imagine the pain.
They came and grabbed my legs.
-Get them loose, Said the guard.
Then they bend them so my ankle was against the pole, and then, they drove nails into each of them although I bawled all I could.
The main guard came to me and put him hand at my crotch
-It’s lubricant, we’re not monsters!
I get the cool sensation on my anus, but next he provided a wooden stick he shoved into my lubricated hole, then he affixed it to the pole.
-Time count form now on! But you have the best place to see the other. You’ll see them being put in crosses and being freed, how lucky you are!
With that thing into my ass I was having an erection I was unable to hide naked and nailed onto that cross. What’s more breathing was difficult, but by pushing on by legs I could get a position in which breathing was easier, and that relieved the pain of wrists to the detriment of ankles. In that position the wooden stick was lower in my anus and it pushed my hips forward. I wasn’t able to maintain this position very long, and finally I felt hanging from my wrist, relieved the pain of the ankles, and felling the stick sinking into me. At first it was a rape, I was being raped by the stick.
-I see you enjoy your position said the officer his eyes onto my shaft. But don’t worry. It’s usual. You are our champion today. I’ll stay near you for this morning. You’ll see there is nothing difficult in what you have to do, just stay here on that cross, getting up and down, and enjoying the show. But you’ll see the show won’t last as you are the only one to stay here for more that six hours. Our champion I say. I’ll take care of you.
And then the other were coming, but I saw there were not nailed as I was, but only tied to their cross, so I asked the officer.
-You didn’t read the notice about the Jail Bonus and the Casino carefully, did you? I Think so. I won’t ask you to get it back from your cell! It’s one of the differences between more and less than six hours. For less than six hours like them they are just tied, it is quicker to do and to undo. Being nailed is only for champions. They have no sedil also. Do you enjoy yours? At first it is invasive, isn’t it? But soon you’ll learn to play with it. You have plenty of time for that.
Effectively little by little I was used with the stick, and its way up and down my anus was becoming arousing. I also find a way that was near pleasurable when it pushed forward, but that position was painful from both ankles and wrists, and I wasn’t able to raise and lower myself so quick to get any release.
-It’s your first hour there! You deserve a drink!
It was awfully strong
-Vodka and Lemon juice, you’ll see you’ll appreciate it. This afternoon will be sunny.
I saw that the other crucified were given a drink also.
I taught I would be able to be used with the pain, but it was the opposite. I was in sweat, and mosquitoes were happy I wasn’t able to make them fly away from my tender flesh.
-Ah look all the cross are dressed. Now it is the turn of less than five minutes. They are not crucified.
Looking at the other was the only way to focus my mind on something else than my pain so I looked at them. They were only hanged from their wrist from the top of the pole, no transversal beam. I saw them lined up, kicking as their feet were not bound to the pole. Some tried to use their feet to push them up.
-It’s a bad thing being hanged like that. In my mind I would choose to be crucified 6 minutes rather than being hanged like that for 4 minutes. Nobody dies on a cross in 10 minutes, although some dies in three minutes being hanged by the wrist on a pole.
The last one, which had been hanging only one minute was removed, So were the other, and I saw them getting out. Some died on their pole. After, it was the turn of the last that have been crucified. For some of them walking was difficult, and they were put in cross, I was there for almost one hour.
Nobody was left and the sun was hot and high in the sky. Ants were running on my body but what could I do against them? I asked the officer but he said he was only allowed to give me a glass of lemon’n’vodka each hours, what he had done.
Then my dick was beginning to hurt.
-It’s your erection champion. It’s not an easy game you play staying twelve hours on a cross. It’s several hours since you are in erection. Your cock cannot bear it. You have to cum soon or it will die. It happens sometimes when you are in cross for more than six hours. It is nearly always the case for twelve hours.
He put his hand on my dick slowly wanking it, and then took my balls in his hand.
-That’s right, use the stick to make you cum, you have about one hour perhaps two. But even if you are successful, I doubt you’ll be able to do it again this evening as it will happen again.
I was desesperate. I thought that this evening it would be over, I would be taken off the cross, my wound healed. I never imagined I could lose my dick.
-It’s noon champion. I’ll let you there. You were put at 6:27 am. You’re near the middle of your time, but you’re alone now. I’ll come to see you near 6:00 pm, but I’m sure you understand I cannot spend my whole day with you. But there is a reporter that asked to see you.
-So we are!
-Yes, you know my entire story, and why I’m there.
That was the situation of the prisoner when I arrived. It was impressive to see him in that position. He was covered by sweat. Fly were going on his body and he seemed to ignore them. His spelling was difficult. I took some photograph he allowed me. I even take a photograph of his butt with that sedill that obscenely sink into his anus, and was soiled with shit and blood that drove lots of insects. His dick was massive and purple was I arrived. He asked me a hand job. I would have been happy to remove one of his pains, but I had been told that if I helped him I would be crucified like him, so I didn’t. But seeing him getting up and down was very erotic, and I hardly could stop me from touching myself. I was wet. As time passed I saw him more and more exhausted, but still getting up and down despite the craps he said.
At 6:00 PM the officer arrived. The man was happy to know there will be 30 minutes left to go. I saw a smile on his face.
-You really are a champion, you know? The officer said.
-How will you remove the nails? The man asked anxiously.
-Each thing after the other said the officer giving him two glasses to drink. We’re near the end of the procedure. Being nailed was a bad part, wasn’t it?
-Sure!
-Getting the sedil was another one, wasn’t it?
-Yeah
-Having priaprim on your dick also
-Yes!
-So we are on the last one, I promise!
-What will happen?
-I’ll brake you’re legs
-What? Did he ask.
-That’s the procedure
-You need to break my legs to remove the nails? But I won’t be able to breathe!
-I don’t know, in fact we won’t remove the nails, I’ll break your legs, and you’ll be still breathing for a quarter an hour, then you will die. It’s the procedure for more than six hours.
He shouted until his legs were broken. He tried to get up but his legs did not support him any more. I saw him crying. His face slowly became red, then purple
At 6:30 pm he was dead. The nails were removed from the pole and the beam by crushing his wrists and ankles. He was buried with them still through his flesh
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