The Princess saw

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It's long since I posted last time, but here is the next story.

This little Island is ruled by Queens. They become Queen at their sixteenth birthday. But they have to come through an ordeal. Charlotte is about to draw the sentence that will be applied to her. She is fearless. She knows that most of the sentences that can be applied to her would be being displayed in public. She just hopes she will not have to be in the nude, or whipped. She knows her mother had to be whipped nude from the waist up and had to stay tied to the whipping post for four hours. Every one could have a look at the whip marks in her back or her breast. What’s more, the position is far from comfortable. Her grand mother drew a pillory sentence she had to perform in the nude. So she knows what to expect, she knows she will experiment fear and shame, as a prisoner will do when she sentences him. So her trials will be fair. She takes two balls in the bag, a zero and a one, and she puts them onto the board’s holes. The judge in front of her worries as he sees the numbers which is to form onto the board.

Once the balls filled all the holes, he talks to her:”It’s uncommon to have a zero beginning number my highness. I were you I’ll drew a new number again. This affair, if we have the folder is rather old.” She looks at him and replies:”It is kind of you to make the offer, but I’d rather play the game.” The rule is clear, the princess has to discover the sentence as it is applied, but the judge that are with her is allowed to offer her to drew new numbers if he considers the sentence cannot be applied. “Unless you consider the sentence cannot be carried on today because it requires something we have not today, I won’t chicken out” she adds.

Meanwhile the clerk is back and drops the heavy folder onto the desk. The numbers match. The judge opens it at the sentence entry. “Err, how to say! My highness technically I guess the sentence can be applied, but I plead you….” But he princess interrupted him: “Are you a judge or a lawyer to plead?”

“Err, as each sentence in the kingdom it has to be confirmed by the Queen. So the sentence will be applied tomorrow at sunrise. From now to then you will be imprisoned in the old jail building. You can decide to change your draw until the sentence is confirmed.” The judge says.

“The old jail building” asks Charlotte, “that’s not common. I always dreamt to sleep there for one night.”

“From now on, and up to the end of your sentence you are forbidden to use your title of princess and the privilege that are attached to it” the judge added.

“Miss Charlotte, may I ask you to put your hands on your back” the sheriff asks behind her.

At first she was marked by the fact he didn’t said “Your highness” but it was not required since a few seconds, then she smiled at the way he asked her, as she supposes he did not speak to prisoner the way he just did to her. She puts her hands in her back and feels the cold metal closing around her wrists.

She is not easy as four men at arm led her through the courthouse. But she stops a moment as she has get outside. She did not think about that, she has to walk to the old jail building, and every body will see her cuffed. It takes a few second to realize that she will be publically sentenced tomorrow morning so every one will see her cuffed any way.

Charlotte visited the new jail some weeks ago. She wanted to know where she would have to pass a night before being sentenced. However, the Old jail building was something different. Moreover, she was thinking about drawing a number again. The stoned halls are dark and wet. The cells’ ceiling are low. There is no pane of glass at the windows, so cold air flows through the cells. They enters a cell. She sees rings at the walls and a curious device in the centre of the cell: “Isn’t that part of the museum?” she asks. “It is, but it can be used when needing. Err, it is required you strip naked.” “Of course” she answered, but she was wondering where was the prisoner uniform she would have to wear.

She was uneasy, only wearing underwear in font of the soldiers. The sheriff took her dress.

“Miss Charlotte, I mean truly naked, it was the procedure at the age this sentence was applied” says she Sheriff kindly. “I did not know, she answered as she removed her panties and bra, But I will be given a uniform won’t I?” Once she is stark naked two soldiers come to her and cuff her arms to the rings. “I’m afraid not. At that time prisoners were required to be naked, we will come back during the night” the sheriff answers. He seems to have a look at her nicely trimmed pubic hair and they leave.

Therefore, she stays alone in the cell. The ceiling is so low that she cannot stand up. Her wrists cuffed at waist height on each side of her do not allow her to sit. The position forbids her all forms of modesty and her body is exposed. Why will the sheriff come during the night she wonders? She guesses she will be tied in position that will allow her some rest. She is still puzzled at the device. It is metal made, with some ring that may be designed to shackle wrists or ankles. She is glad she has not been tied in it. A few minutes elapsed and a soldier came.

“You are coming back?” she asks. “Err, my Highness, err Lady Charlotte, I ‘m just patrolling”. She amazed at the confused soldier.

“You have proposed her to draw again?”

“Twice and with witness, my royal highness” replies the judge.

“What can I do, Can I dismiss the sentence” asked the Queen to her counsellor.

“Of course you can, but it would be disastrous. The sentence is a sentence you daughter applied to herself. If you dismiss the sentence, you say she is unable to rule” says the first counsellor.

“What’s more, you will be seen as taking more care at your family than at the kingdom laws” adds the second one.

“All you can do is waiting for her to decide to redraw. She can do it until you confirm the sentence, and you have to confirm the sentence before midnight.” A third one explains.

The fourth came to the queen’s ear and says:” If she’s unable to reign, you’ll be the queen for 3 more years before your second daughter reaches the age of being queen in your place” Of course the Queen only, hears that. The Queen stops and makes her mind: “How much time before you are ready to apply the sentence tomorrow.” “It would be better the decision is made by eleven” says the executioner.

-So, she as until a quarter to eleven to change her mind, by then the sentence SHE has chosen is confirmed and to be applied as it was arranged.

It is twenty to eleven and the Judge, the Sheriff and four soldiers get down to the old jail building. Charlotte is exhausted to try finding a position she could stand.

-Charlotte my dear niece, how are you?” asks the judge.

-Hi, More exhausting than I thought, but it is not supposed to pleasure isn’t it?”

-Eventually. You still can choose to redraw; I guess it won’t be shameful to do it.”

-My uncle, it fine of you, but I must do it so I’ll be an indisputable Queen tomorrow evening.”

-I guess it means no redrawing”

-No redrawing”

-By denying the proposition of redrawing you made the sentence confirmed, by the way it is an offense for a convict not to call me ‘my honor’, you’re not the princess any more.”

Charlotte fells a knot builing in her stomach. The sheriff makes a sign and the soldiers come into Charlotte’s cell and uncuff her from the wall. They turn her arms so she has to sit on the cold floor, and a maid arrives. She began to rub cream on her pubic hair.

-What… what are you doing ?” she asks. “You do not deserve to have pubic hair trimmed in the royal family way, you are a convict now.” The judge answers. The maid shaves her pubic hair and she feels more than naked in front of theses men. A tear comes to one eye.

As soon as the maid finishes, the soldier push on her arms again and she is forced to kneel in front of the judge. Then she realizes his trouser is low. She looks at the sheriff and sees that his sex is far more hard and long than the judge one.

-It’s unfair you cannot” she began. “YOU choose the sentence, and it began by being raped my most of the official in this building, and imagine we’re far less numerous than at that time.

Charlotte feels lost, she does not argue and takes the judge small penis in her mouth. The sheriff and the soldiers using her cunt. When one of them pushed his penis into her ass she trys to protest, but the slow growing penis prevents her from doing it. “Sucking a man from the royal family’s not easy, is it?” laughed the sheriff. Charlotte was a virgin as a queen to be must. Now the six men have raped her.

“Now the cubic chair” says the sheriff. The soldiers lead her to the device. She looks at the device but where to sit? Her arms are put onto the arms and cuffed, her butt is off the floor, she has to stay crouching, but they took her legs and cuff them to front legs of the chair. The position is uncomfortable and humiliating. Her legs are opened, and she saw cum and blood flowing down from her cunt and ass. The soldiers lift the cube and something is slipped behind. She hopes to sit on it, but as the cube is lowered, she slowly impales herself onto the dilidos.

She is broken as the night goes on. From time to time, a soldier comes and has a look at her. She is unable to move, and the sticks in her pussy and ass are hurting her. As she looks at herself she sees her naked body bruised and a mix of semen and blood flowing from her intimacy. Little by little, the shock and fame are replaced by anger and fear. She begins to think about her revenge when she is the Queen. But for now she is frightened by the sentence to come.

The day is not there when a soldier comes to her. She worries about a new rape, but the man proposes her some bread and water and helps her to eat and to drink, as she is unable to move.

Finally, she sees some light from window. The fear takes her, as the executioner comes to her.

-Please let me draw again, I do not want this sentence!” she shouts at him

He’s annoyed and comes to her

-I’m not sure Lady Charlotte, but I think it is to late. You have to show bravery to the Island people, they cannot remember a coward as Queen.

-Please, Please let me draw again....

-I cannot promise.... but if you allow me a favour, I’ll lead you to the courthouse to see if a redraw is possible.

-Oh god thank you, whatever you want it is definitively granted.

-I was not there yesterday evening, and I appreciate you suck my dick.

Charlotte was horrified, but has no choice as she was unable to move and the executioner thread is sex into her mouth. His sex was different from the judge one. Because the male from the royal family are castrated, so the judge was castrated, but the executioner was not.

The thick dick is the girl’s mouth, and the executioner continues to push. The princess can do nothing cuffed as she is, but to let the shaft entering deep into her throat. The young girl was not prepared and is disgusted by the situation. She also is panicked when the dick cuts her breath. And finally she coughs as she gets some air back. She is furious but when she begins to protest the executioner cums in her face.

-That’s perfect, the executioner says, we will leave that cell Lady Charlotte.

The princess was furious but too happy to leave her cell. A soldier opens one cuff around her arm and she is surprised to see him close another cuff around that arm. Before she says anything, the executioner explained:”I must follow the procedure, so we are obliged to use this integral cuff on you”. It does not take long and the princess is cuffed wrists and ankles, but at least she is able to get up and to let the wooden sticks out of her holes. All her muscles are hatching and the integral cuff imposes her to stay bent.

-We’re going on says the executioner.

-Cannot I wash answers the princess that has semen on her face and semen and blood on her tights.

-It is not possible here, but once at the courthouse you will be allowed to be uncuffed and to wash.

Charlotte is eased. But quickly she has to walk slowly in the middle of the soldiers, and when the old jail building door opens she sees the crowed place and the gallows that had been built during the night. She is afraid to be seen nude and dirty, to be seen humiliated. They walk around the gallows, and Charlotte sees the courthouse’s door. She realizes how humiliated she was the day before when she was lead to the jail. Today she is naked and soiled and there is a lot of people, but she is eased to reach the door of the courthouse. Suddenly the two soldiers behind her get her arms and lead her to the left. She is surprised. She is horrified as the soldiers are holding her up over the stairs up to the wooden platform. It takes her some time to realize the executioner betrayed her. She is about to shoot at him when she ears him

-For these people you are the future Queen, please keep your behaviour.

Charlotte is humiliated to be displayed in front of so much people. She thinks about her revenge when she will be the Queen this evening. She is annoyed the capital sentence has been abolished some years ago. Of course it can still be applied when the sentenced one agree but she does not think the Judge or the executioner will agree to be sentenced to death. This aspect of the law always made her laugh.

Once onto the gallows, she looks anxiously around her but do not seen any pillory. She just sees two thin poles. She then understands she will be displayed spread-eagled between these poles. She hopes she will be whipped or beaten. The integral cuff is removed, and the executioner leads her to the poles.

-You have to put yours hands on the floor nest to the poles.

She surprised and kneels to put her hands as she is requested. Two ropes are provided to tie her wrists to the poles and threaded in small holes so she will not be able to raise her hands.

-Please push on your hands the most you can.

Once again she does want she is asked. The soldiers take her legs and she is upside down.

-I will be displayed that way, she realized, I hope they won’t stick a flag in my cunt!”

She quickly realizes the position is far from comfortable. First there is the blood back to the head, the saliva which is hard to swallow. But she fells more displayed than ever with her hairless crotch pushed up that way. And finally she is hung by her ankles and the only way to release the pain in her ankles is to push on her hands and this is exhausting.

The executioner kneel next to her :” This will not be too long about one hour, But I suggest you to wear that gag.”

She is afraid; what will the do to her that requires her to be gaged, but as she begins to ask the gag is slipped into her mouth and let her unable to make more than some noises.

She is furious, but what can she do? Waiting to be the new Queen, It will not be so long now.

The executioner is in front of her but she cannot see what he is doing, her breast is in the way. She is afraid of what he is doing between her opened legs. She sees him taking something like a wooden handle. She afraid of what will be screwed in her displayed hole. The fear is too much for a girl that had not been to the toilets for so long, and she loose her bladder control.

She never felt she could be humiliated any more, her urine is flowing along her belly down to her face, and there is nothing she can do to avoid it to fill her nostrils and mouth.

Then she sees the gleam and understands. She knows the tool that is being placed between her thighs. She wishes she is at the jail, of being displayed naked, whipped, soiled but not that. She tried to yells but the gag prevents her from doing it. She understands the executioner when he said it will not be long enough, but still too long for her. She tried to move, but she is securely tied to the poles and cannot escape her fate. She also understands the Judge insistence to redraw. She refused several time, so she had chosen this sentence.

She cannot see who is the other one, as these kind of saw are to be used by two lumberjack. Her eyes are on the blade which is slowly lowered. Now she can fell it between her lips. It touches her clit at the front and passes between her butts at the rear; she is just about to be cut in two. She fells the cold contact from the terrible tool.

The men stops in that position, it seems to last forever. She hopes it is only to make her a joke, but she sees the executioner draw his handle. The pain explodes in her clitoris and quickly in her crotch. She could not have supposed how much pain is it. The saw slowly dangles drawn and pushed. She cannot see any things as the blood splashes on her body and face. Her easy are also full of tears. She cannot sees the humour of the pain caused by her pleasure button. She supposes she will die quickly but she feels the saw advancement through her body

It takes five minutes at least before they reach her belly button, and she is still conscious…

-About 30 minutes before we reach your hearth, then you will die, princess.

A Hanging game

When she entered the prison she was fascinated by their dance due to the wind. They were in the middle of the place with the prison building around. Their view was fascinating and she had difficulties to fix her eyes somewhere else. Of course, it was not a true prison, but just the building of an old prison that had been turned into a new kind of business. She was wondering the gallows would stay there at all time, or did the association use the building of other activities. It was the first time she participated, and as she was used to dive she hoped to have a good result at that contest. But she was also frightened. And now she was in front of the nooses she had a chill in her back. She hardly could imagine how it would feel like to have the rope around her neck and hang from it, to feel it close her throat and to be unable to breathe any more. She was between panic and fascination.

They were four of them and were lead to contestant building. She saw it written above the door. Once inside she needed time for her eyes to discover the small table. Her name was checked as she announced it and she was given some clothes.

-You will be helped to adjust these middle age clothes. Yours will be given back tomorrow evening.

She was uneasy with theses men around her, did she have to change there. She looked around her and finally found a smiling girl.

-I’m here to help you, there is a room for you to strip.

-Do… Do I have to strip… I mean naked

-Of course. You will wear Middle-age clothes. Even middle-aged underwear.

She was uneasy with that but the redheaded girl helped her.

-Do… you participate…

-Oh! No, I’m under aged for it, but in two years I hope to.

She found it humiliating to have to be naked it front of this girl, but she did not knew what to do, then stripped. The girl explained how to knot a cloth as panties and helped her with the dress. As soon as she was dressed again a man came and lead her to a cell.

She was not hoping for a modern room, but she didn’t expect to be locked up in an old cell. Once on her tiptoes she was able to see from the windows… her view was on the gallows with its four nooses slowly dangling from the wind. She felt the fear growing in her belly. Hoping it was just a game. She was afraid by the turning of the events, but it was too late to turn back.

Nobody came to her for hours and the sun was low when a man opened the door.

-Your execution is scheduled for tomorrow morning. Have a good meal and a nice night.

He was dressed as a middle guard, and left some black bread and water to her.

The fear was high now and she was wondering an error would have been made, she was there for a contest, not for an execution.

She hardly slept as she was anxious. She also needed to pee and hesitated to unknot the cloth. But as the need was too high and she did it. Once the cloth unknotted, she realized she was true: she was unable to knot it again. She hoped the redhead would help her by the morning.

For once she was horrified to see the rising of the sun. The light was still pale when the guard came and fit chains to her feet. Soon, the four girls who arrived the day before were driven to the gallows. Four four-places pillories where placed around the gallows. Her hearth was running so fast so she did not noticed three other set of four women where coming there also.

The pillory position was not intended to be comfortable, but it allowed her to see the nooses. They were dangling just in front of her, and she knew that her neck would soon be slipped into one of them. She signed for that, but now she was unsure she really wanted to experience it. She looked around her. Most of the sixteen there were looking at the nooses. Most of them seemed to be anxious. All of them were waiting for what would happen next.

The man came ahead the noose and spoke quickly. All of the girls were attentive, be she was unable to understand his English as he was too quick.

There has been a rumour behind her, but she was unable to turn her head back.

The first set of four girls was freed from there pillory and driven to the gallows. None of them seemed to try to run away. Then she realised they were stilled cuffed. Behind each of her a girl was there to bind their wrist. They seemed to explain something…. Then the four nooses were slipped over the four heads. She was looking at it knowing it would be her turn soon.

She looked as the ropes tighten and face turned red. Then the first came down and her noose was opened and she breathed. The second one took some time more before getting down, but soon the third and the fourth stopped their hanging.

The game was easy : once the four girls were hanged the one that was the latest to ask to get down was selected for the final. The four winners were hanged once again to designate the winner of the contest.

On the gallows the girls needed time to recover and she was both excited at their dance but also anxious at what would happen to her. She also realized that at their dance it was possible to look below their dress, and she has been unable to knot back the cloth.

The girls were driven down to their pillory, and she felt her own pillory opening: it was her turn; she would be hanging right now.

Once again her hearth beating was racing and she felt shameful when she realized how many people were looking at the spectacle. They were seated behind the pillories, but she did not looked at them at first because she was fascinated by the nooses.

She was placed below the second noose where she find the redhead girl who smiled at her.

-You saw, my preceding hangee won, I hope you will also she said as she tied her wrists.

The young woman thought it was too much

-I know you think it is too tight, but that way you won’t have any difficulties to hold your panic switch. As she said it, the redhead slipped a box in her hand.

-You will hang as long as you hold it in your hand, let it drop to get down.

She heard but was unsure she understood. The events seemed to race in her head.

-You will be hoisted, do no panic and try at least not to be the first to get down.

She was so frightened that she felt an urge to pee. But the noose was already constricting her neck. She pulled on her tiptoes and was hyperventilating from the emotion, and when the pressure rised so high that she was unable to breathe she panicked. Her hand closed on the switch and her feet searched to reach a support. The spectator looked at her as her dance was great. But her hand clenched and the switch felled.

She was on the gallows floor as the three other were still hanging. The redhead helped her and untied the noose and her wrists. She was still in pain in her neck.

-I’m sorry; you are the looser.

She couched. It is only as she was going down the stair she realised she was wet from her urine.

On the pillory she saw numbers and was locked under the number fourth.

She was humiliated to have pissed herself and to have been unable to hold on any longer. She was sure she will never try it again.

She looked at the other girls being hanged and saw that the winner were able to hang for several minutes. They were also the ones that did not panic immediately.

Then came the final. The four girls were driven to the gallows a second time. She saw the mark at their neck. She might have some also. But they seemed happy as the nooses were put around their necks and cinched. The procedure was not the same and each of them stepped an a kind of box. The winch ran and they were on their tiptoes when the four boxes collapsed.

As she looked, she began to find it erotic to see them hanged. She was thinking that it was just a first time, but she has to come back for another contest. None of them panicked at first. They were lying between the soil and the air. Then one of them began to move both legs like a frog. She still held the switch but was unable to control her body and her dance excited her that was looking for the pillory.

She looked at the first girl being lowered. She had hung for several minutes. As she remembered the rules she would be stripped for failing. She was excited at the idea of seeing the humiliation of the fourth girl. Then the next one was lowered also. The last two were dancing but still held their switches, and it took several minutes more before a winner was found. She was surprised as none of them had been stripped, did she misunderstood the rules, wasn’t the fourth girl to hang and being stripped in public.

She was thinking the constest ended as the pillory opened. But the other girls were led to an area in the public as she was, with three other girls, led back to the gallows. She didn’t understood at first, but as she was near the redheat it came to her. She lost, so she will be displayed naked. She looked around her and only found the fearful face of the other girls around her. The child unknotted the strap at her breast and opened the back of the dress and she found herself naked in front of the public. She tried to used her hand in modesty.

-Sorry I have to tie you again.

So she gave her wrist in her back, what’s next she was thinking as she saw the box on the gallows. As she raised her head she saw the noose. She was to be hanged again. “That time I will last” she thought, happy to get a chance again.

At the signal she stepped on the box and helped the redhead to slip the rope around her neck.

As the rope was taunt she pushed on her tiptoes and realised she has no switch in her hand. She look back at the other girls, they had no either.

Then she understood the rules... as the box collapsed.

She tried to remain immobile and keep her breathe. When the pain in her neck and the need to breathe was to high she tried to get some fresh air. What she did not know, was she the last of the four girls to begin to dance. She was desperate to found some support, some way to get some air. She also got aroused. She was naked displayed, opening her legs to all of these people.

Exhausted she was now limp and waited, hoping to get down, but knowing she would have to die there naked and displayed because she loosed.

Near madness....

It all began when she proposed to wear a strait jacket. It is not an item you can find easily and it was hard to refuse, even if there was a chill at the idea of being helpless at her mercy, but they drove to her flat.

There she asked to strip naked. The mad one began to strip. “Fully naked” she said showing the underwear that was still in place. As the jacket closed from behind her help was needed.

It fit well. Then, she shackled the ends of the arms to the opposite side of the jacket, crossing the arms on the belly; moving was still possible. “Wait a minute” she said and locked the strips at the crotch, so the jacket was tight so removing it was out of order. There was two strips: one on each side of the crotch so the genital area was free.

She didn’t hide an evil smile and showed a ball gag. Her prisoner opened its mouth.

-Not yet she said, but soon.

-OK, there is nothing I can do to remove it.

-I hope so ! Do you want to try the trousers?

Once the trousers on and shackled to the jacket she said, “Now you need my help even to go to the toilets…”

She proposed they eat together. Of course she had to feed her patient, as eating without using the hands it not an easy thing. As she did it her hands were caressing its back and butt. Or taking care of its face she removed drops on the lips of the mouth.

If you were proposed to go and try on a strait jacket, would you accept? I guess you would as you are reading this. Jack did. He thought Emily was proposing him a peace between them. Emily knew Jack liked kinky things, so she knew he would be unable to refuse trying the jacket. She did not like kinky things, it was the reason they broke some months ago. But as she had him strait jacked now she was enjoying the game. She liked the effects of the light teasing she was performing. She liked the idea that soon he would pray her to let him empty his bladder. There was a bulge at his crotch, and her crotch was wet, and she liked it. She would have let her hand dive to his member; she knew that was not what she had planned.

After the meal Jack tried to kiss Emily who avoided him and proposed him to look at the TV.

Little by little Jack felt his bladder. A first he was annoyed to ask Emily. But as things were getting worse he finally asked if she could help him to go to the toilets.

-Call me Mistress !

As he did it laughing she said it was irrelevant, and he would have to ask later.

Ten minutes later his situation had changed. And his plea was more sincere.

-I agree if you agree to spend the night there with the jacket on.

Jack was happy to accept. They went to the toilets.

-You’ll sit so you won’t make a mess!

-But…

-I’m not the one who need to, we will be back in ten minutes.

-No that’s right…

-You discuss what I said, so we wait ten minutes. I’ll help you wait.

Saying so, she sat on an armchair and spread her legs. Jack discovered she had no panties under her dress.

-You’ve ten minutes to make me cum, or otherwise, you’ll be able to release that’s small bladder of yours once I cum.

Jack had no choice but to use his tongue on Emily’s lips. As she was highly excited it did not took long for him to satisfy her. So she opened his trousers and let him go across the flat with his trousers down to his ankles… Jack was still sitting when she came to him and showed him the ball gag. “Open your mouth or I let you with the trousers around your ankles”.

Jack had no other choice but to obey for the end of the evening. He was high excited but Emily did not released his sexual pulsing.

The next morning Jack waked up late. Emily was gone and he was still in the strait jacket with the ball gag, his trousers to his ankles. He found a note. “I lowered your pant and take care to let the doors open so you can go to the toilets, have a good day!”

Of course some doors were open, but others were closed, and there was no way for him to get some food. But as time passed Jack was ill and he passed most of the time sat on the toilets.

When Emily went back she helped him to remove his trousers and have a shower, but without removing the jacket or gag. As he tried to say he had enough of the game she passed her hand down his belly. “It’s time to go” she said as she helped him to put his trousers on. He followed her to her car. He would have asked where they were going but couldn’t. He felt ill. “It is dehydration “I’ll take care of that in a few minutes she said when she saw how white he was.

They arrived in what seemed to Jack as a hospital. She made him lay on a kind of table. She strapped him to the table and she opened a kind of pocket on his left hand. “I’ll give you water and sugar this way”. Then she moved to his penis. “This will not be pleasurable”. At first Jack was unable to understand what she was doing, but soon he realized that she was threading something into his penis. He began to panic and struggled. ”Be patient, my dear, it is a catheter that will help you empty your bladder”. He felt that thing going up into him but cannot do anything against it.

When she had finished Emily lead him in another room. He felt dizzy. She asked him to lay on the other bed, be before she shoved a plug into his ass.

-“Don’t panic the product will make you sleep. Do not try to fight it”

Jack laid on the new bed and fall asleep.

When he woke up Jack was in the dark. It felt like he was in a tiny area as the only sound he heard was his breathing. His penis and ass ached. He remembered for the catheter, the plug and the drip. His feet were strapped to the bed and in the jacket he was unable to move. The ball-gag was still on so all he could do was waiting.

Did you ever tried to wait with nothing to do. No imagine you slept well and when you awoke you are unable to move, unable to see, unable to hear, unable to speak… alone in a tiny box.

Jack did not find it funny. He was in that strait jacket for too long now. But what to do ?

He was wondering he would be in a coffin, but the breathing was OK and in coffin it would have been difficult. Jack imagined that breathing in coffin would have been more difficult than breathing there, but he had never been in a coffin before.

Time passed slowly. He was half sleeping when the bed moved…

Then he realized he was in a giant drawer. Emily came to him. “I’m just here to change your drip and urine bag”. He saw that all of this was hanging around him.

-hummmps !

-I had not time dear…. See you tomorrow… And she closed the drawer.

Once again Jack was a living mommy waiting for his drawer to be opened once again.

The next time the drawer opened he tried to protest, but through the bag gag.

-You are not happy? so I’ll give you more to eat she said touching something on the drip, and we’ll play she said touching the catheter. And the drawer closed again.

That time there was a difference. Little by little Jack felt he needed to pee… She increased the drip flow, and lowered the catheter one…

When the drawer opened again Emily saw the pain on his face.

-OK low drip for the night…. Jack do not protest. I’m the one in charge of you.

You remembered why you quit me… I hope you like bondage.

Once the drip and urine bag changed she closed the drawer again.

Jack was unable to see where he was because she was coming early in the morning and late in the evening, so the centre was closed, and the light low.

Slowly Jack was forgetting who he was, and what was happening to him… Sometime Emily explained him that the first evening she gave him something to empty his bowels, that she used sedatives, and so on.

One day Emily opened the drawer and looked at poor Jack.

-You are near the end Jack… I will not kill you she said as she saw his big eyes, but soon you will be discovered… or you’ll die there. I move to another country. So I will not come to change your bottles, have a good time with bondage.

Jack was in panic… He tried to move and realized his upper body was not strapped so he could move a little and make some sounds against the box wall.

When the drawer opened again the light was high, and a lot of people discovered him. His humiliation was complete.

He stayed there so long that he had lost most of his muscular weight, walking was difficult and his sphincters were killed by the catheter and the plug.

He never saw Emily again.

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

Let's try... or The emperor favorite

This story is a fantasy by Beynazura. 

I was the emperor favourite since one month when I have been overthrown. The preceding favourite created a spectacle in which she was garrotted for the emperor pleasure. Of course he didn’t let his second concubine die slowly smothered. So the concubine apprentice he was with changed her place with the now new favourite and died slowly as they were having sex.

I had an idea, and I contacted the executioner and we prepared a show for the emperor. He was happy to have a young and beautiful girl to execute and to execute that way.

I am very anxious, I don’t want to die, and I know that it will hurt, but tomorrow I will be the new emperor favourite, or I will be dead… Or I will be waiting to die suffering a lot. But he cannot be insensitive to the fate I have chosen, the other girl will die in my place.

I prepared myself carefully. My body is fully epilated, I am in the nude. The emperor came in with one of the concubine apprentice. She’s shaking she knows she probably will die there in my place. She’s nude also, and I must recognise she’s pretty.

The emperor’s doctor comes in. He will say at each stage if I can be healed. When I get the mercy he will say if I’ll be back near the emperor to be healed or if I will be quicly killed. This thought makes me chill.

I lay myself down on the cross and close the shackles around my wrists and ankles. They are not tight yet.
The executer comes in.
The emperor says him: “ This is not a common execution. This young girl has not done anything wrong, she just want to offer me a show. So there is no need to cut her hair. If she asks for a pause it will be granted”
That’s the way I understand it my emperor. We had a meeting together so we already had an arrangement, replies the executor as he stretches the ropes. I am spread onto the cross. My legs are opened so the emperor as a view of my slit. I see he is excited. The concubine is still undecided on what to do, with such a dummy she will be on that cross in no time.

The executor doesn’t hurry up as he places small wooden plates under my elbows wrist knee and ankle. My scar rises up a level as I am even more stretched.
What are these for? asks the stupid young girl.
It raises the height of the bones over the wooden cross, so they will easily shatter, replies the executioner. I am really anxious, he speaks about my bones! I feel a need to piss despite I was precautionous about this.
My emperor we decided with your second concubine that she will be blind for the first blow and not for the second, so she will say what is worse. It will help us.
That’s fine if it can help you making your job better.
I am near to say stop as the blindfold is put around my head. I hear him. I want to know where he is. He moves around me. He’s near my leg but we said he should begin by my upper member so I will still be able to make love with the emperor when he decides to … Outch!
The blow came on my left forearm I felt both bones being broken. I breathe heavily to avoid shouting. The blindfold is removed and I see my arm with this odd form. The pain is much more that I thought. I look to the emperor. He smiles to me. The concubine caresses his sex through his dressing. But he doesn’t say anything. And the executioner comes again to me. Oh! No not yet, but I want to be brave I do not say anything. He slowly put the bone breaker onto my upper left arm. My breathing is synchronous with his moves. I see the bone breaker rising, I close my eyes trying to be ready for the blow but nothing comes and I loose my bladder control. I am ashamed. I open my eyes and realize the executioner is now on my right, not on that side if he strikes there my both arms will be broken, too late. My right forearm is broken. My eyes are in tears. The pain is terrible. I cannot imagine being broken any more, but I cannot imagine being fucked by the emperor looking the other girl being broken. I hope the doctor would relive me.
What is the worse? The executioner asks.
Both are terrible. But the way you changed your mind is the worse…
I’m skilled, you chose well. He replies smiling.
The doctor inspects my forearms.
The breaking is clean It can be healed. I also can give her a medicine for the pain.
Oh no ! replied the emperor, she has chosen this execution and up to now she is the bravest of all the people I have seen being broken. I want to see how she deals with it further.
The doctor only mops the sweat on my body, I wasn’t conscious I was in sweat. I didn’t expect the emperor would let me there after the second blow.
The executioner comes back again, we said that the three first blows would be on the arms, and he put the bone breaker on my leg. I’m shaking. I try not to react; he smiles as he sees the surprise in my eyes, then the bone breaker moves along my thigh. The end passes on my sex a chill runs along my body as the stick runs on my skin, passes over my belly I hope he will not smash my ribs. It is between my breast…
the emperor asked me for your thighbone to be next.
Before I could react the pain hit me in my right thigh. Once again I screamed with the blow but I succeed in not howling between the blows. But now I’m weeping. When I open my eyes I only see the rod falling down and a new pain rising up my other thigh. That time I’m howling as the doctor looks at my crotch. It can still be healed he says. The emperor comes to me. It is not too late, I know he will decide it is enough.
Can you stretch her any more? I mean for having her pussy more opened than that.
I cannot believe what I hear, but the executioner makes my legs spreads more, more than what I could have done.
She’s in pain, the emperor says, can you make her come? The concubine puts her tongue on my belly button. “If she doesn’t come by this hourglass you’ll take her place” At last, as I’m sure I won’t come, it’s finished! But the tongue of the concubine is pleasant and thinking about it helps me to forget my pain. The pleasure is building inside me and there is nothing I can do about it. I have a look at the hourglass, it’s far from finished. Frightened I look at the concubine. She winks at me and stops licking for a second, and come back quickly. That time her tongue is quick and sharp there is nothing I can do and everybody laugh as the apprentice show me she was mastering. I’m still on the cross. The executioner replaces the wooden plates under my knees and ankles as they have moved. I cannot stop this anymore, I bite my lips. As the executioner sees that he gives me a piece of leather, and turns around me putting this deadly tools on my upper arms, then on my calf, so I am really surprised when it squashes on my hand. He plays with my crotch with the end of it, and smashes my right arm.
I’m allowed a new pause. The doctor is not sure my hand can be healed, it is possible it has to be removed. I want that to stop immediately but before I can say something
Please do not break hands and feet now, we need to be able to stop at any time and heal her. The emperor says.
I am eased that he is still in that mind, but why doesn’t he stop this crashing game now. As I look at him I saw the concubine with his penis in her mouth. He is not naked yet.

The show goes on. The bone breaker tickles my breast and breaks my left arm. My teeth must be deep in the leather. The man that breaks me is between my legs. He smuggles the stick in my pussy, then play with my clitoris and then in one movement breaks both calves.
I woke up after having passed out. They are all around me. The doctor place a paste on my tongue to help me. I am broken. All my limbs are broken. Perhaps I really wanted that. All my limbs are swelling and hurting.
My dear you are really brave. So you’ll get another chance to see this apprentice replace you.
If she’s unable to make you come she’ll be there to be broken to death, but that time she’ll be allowed to use her hands. If you loose, you’ll get another chance.
Once again the hourglass indicates the time. But she’s very skilled. Her hands pass on my butt then on my pussy, she takes her time, she must be sure she will win. I am divided, I want her to go deeper quickly but I know I must not come that time. Otherwise the unhealable breaking would begin, it is her or me. I have a look at the hour glass. It is almost passed, she cannot win. I make an evil smile at her. She gives it back to me, and knocks three fingers in my pussy and one in my butt, once, twice… there is some grains left in the hourglass when I find my breath back.
You loose the emperor said, I should have said Melina is an expert with women! As the new breaking might not be healable we can say you’re playing with your life. So now Melina will urinate and you will swallow. If she moves too much around your mouth or does not piss enough she looses. If you cannot swallow all you loose. I look at Melina. She’s not smiling any more. I suppose she doesn’t need to piss. Slowly she takes place over my head. It is the first time I see a woman slit so near. I can smell her. I open my mouth, but nothing comes. She lowers herself and I have my noose in her slit.
Melina, you have to piss right now or you loose.
I fell some drops on my tongue. The taste is strong. I swallow. Some drops more, then a stream… I swallow with my mouth open, but I cannot empty it at the same speed she filling it and finally the urine overflow…
Oh!... It seems Melina is lucky today.
I am in shock, I will be broken more than I already am. I still hope to be replaced by Melina but I know that I may loose one limb…. I’m lost in my thought when the shocks comes to me the elbow has been crushed. Without any stop he strikes again on the wrist. The pain that was already unbearable rises from one level to the next one. Melina is playing with the emperor balls as the rod crushes my other elbow wrist and hand.
It is the next pause. I hope a word from the emperor. But the doctor says he thinks my arms cannot be healed.
We could have you armless it could be amazing, what do you think the emperor says.
It’s a good idea my emperor, I reply, hoping to leave that place of torture
There is just one thing I want to experience I suppose you don’t have any objection he says with his hand on my pubis.
Oh ! no, and I’m not in a position to say anything.
I should have been quiet.
break her hips and spread her legs more!
The pain is really unbearable and I suppose my pussy is wide open. The emperor is naked now.
I’m sorry but a really wanted to fuck a wide open pussy, It not something one can experience everyday.
Each of his penis movement was a great pain as it rubs against my broken hips
you’re not happy to feel your emperor dick in your twat, you prefer a whore tongue?
I’m sorry with my broken hips it is painful
And you’re not tight enough. You could make an effort for you emperor!
Once again I am alone on that cross. Unable to move, but even if the ropes were removed I would be unable to move broken like I am.
 So What do you prefer asks the executioner, knee or ankle? I still fell his work tool inside my legs near my knee. Before I could answer the blow smashes my right ankle.
They need to wake me. I am overmelt by the pain. I think there will be a pause, but the executioner continues with my knee on the opposite side. He insures I am still conscious and breaks my other knee. I need time to understand that this yowl comes from me. I cannot speak I want a pause but the pain is too much to speak so I cannot stop him before he works on my only ankle left.
That’s right, little girl, he says in my ear, we’re near from finished now. He turns around me to finish my hands and feets. I am near from mashed meat.
What’s next asks the emperor.
Normally I should break each limb segment once more says the executioner
Please make it stop I ask !
But you know, one other concubine may try the same thing you did, so I must not let you survive to this. And you’ve  been very brave so you’ll get an easy death. Believe me it will be an example for all concubine.
Melina is not an apprentice I ask
Not really he replies with an evil smile, she should have been hanged for homosexuality. She accepted the challenge. She has won her liberty, hasn’t she ?
She has… I reply. In some way I hope she will play with me once more.
The executioner winds a leather lace around my neck. I should not have tried this.
This kind of death is normally for girls that betrayed me and you didn’t so I don’t want you to be braided on that well. Oh please Melina could you show us how uncomfortable the wheel is.
I look as Melina lay herself on the wheel. She is anxious about the emperor. The wheel hub is in the middle of her back making her rear.
You see how uncomfortable it is, Thank you Melina. And she is not broken. So As you did not betray me You’ll be quickly stuffed now, but before I want a favour from you.
Thank you my emperor, and I would be happy to grant you a favour.
Would you, please suck you executioner dick? I am surprised
… err? If you ask for it my emperor…
would you like Melina to do something for you ?
…err… she’s very skilled and I would appreciate if she wants to.
Of course Melina says. Her face is open-minded this time.
Despite the pain I enjoyed the game. The executioner dick is big. It is the first time I see another dick than the emperor one. I laugh in myself that normally sucking a man’s dick leads concubine to the wheel. Me it is the wheel that makes me suck a man’s dick. I succeed in swallowing most its sperm and Melina leads me to a terrible orgasm. Now I wait for the lace to tighten…
I do not want you to shout anymore, says the emperor, and he gives me the leather piece. But that time he and the executioner bind it.
Oh… I just forget… You just sucked another dick than the emperor one…
I am stunned !
So let the torture go to its normal end!
I want to cry to shout, but I cannot. The executioner is quick now. He breaks each bone a second time. Then it is my ribs and shoulders time.

After a pause the doctor washes me. I see Melina is annoyed for me.
Then the ropes are removed. I hope for the lace. But instead of that My limbs are folded on my belly. You cannot imagine how much this hurts!
Then I am carried onto the wheel. My head hangs down and anything I can do is almost impossible as the pain is unimaginable. My buttock is on the wheel other side. Then my limbs are passed through the wheel’s wire. And finally I am obscenely exposed. The men take the wheel and I am carried in the palace. I recognise the harem. I am displayed in the central place of the harem. Melina is near me. The concubines arrive all around us.
Hang Melina there says the emperor and he leaves.
I see Melina protests then being hang. I see her kick. I see her face become purple. I see her dead. As I am still alive nude and exposed. Some concubines pinch my skin or breast. I stay there and I wait for a death that does not come easily.