The concubine death.

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From the cell window she can see the town. Her cell is in the tower with the noble’s people, so she can see the two men being driven down the place of execution. From what she sees they will be broken and braided onto a wheel. She knows it will her turn soon. She wonders how she will be killed. As a noble’s woman she might be beheaded. She imagines herself climbing onto the platform with dignity and kneels in front of the block. What would she feel as the axe would drop and cut her neck? Perhaps it would be a sword, does it makes a difference. She puts her hands around her neck, and she sees her steel braced wrists.

The men complain along their way. Do they know how they will be executed? She is anxious about being beheaded, what do they feel about what they will have to go through? If they were noble they would have been beheaded. She is happy the king made her noble. It gives her the right to be here in the tower alone in her cell.

When the king died she knew she would in trouble. The queen asked to have her killed. The new king is so young, and the queen rules the country for him, so she has to die because the king liked to join her in her couch. She heard that sometimes newsy noble people had been executed as common people. She would not like to be hung. It seems to her it is quickest to be beheaded rather than being strangled by a noose. She was still holding her neck.

The men where climbing on the platform on which they are to be broken. She feels so sorry for them. They are stripped. How humiliating it may be she thought. She had never seen a noble’s man being beheaded naked. If was not executed as noble women she probably will be striped naked also before being hanged. As her crime has been to have sex with the king she would have to hang naked. She would have to keep her dignity and so the shame would be for the queen.

She hears the men shouting as they are tied. It is nothing as what it will when they be broken.

She cannot keep her eyes off the men. They are now dangling on their wheel naked and broken, waiting to die slowly as the light become low.

She’s awoken. The man is smiling:

-I have to help you being ready…. For you know your execution.

She looks at him.

-Here is the linen dress you’ll have to wear. Do you want me to braid your hair?

-Do…. Do I have to dress in front of you?

-I’m sorry, it is the rule. If you need sex I can help you either. Only if you need it. Afterward it will impossible.

Naked in front of him…. She’s afraid….

-would you like to caress me?

And the man was gentle. She was still in the throw of her orgasm when he tied her wrist and she found herself out of the prison without thinking. But now she knows she’s driven to the platform of her execution, a one way trip. Will she be beheaded of hung? She will soon know.

She sees the noose before climbing the stairs. She hope she will be able to keep her dignity.

Climbing the stair with the hand tied in her back is harder then she expected. Her legs are almost unable to carry her weight. “Dignity!” she thinks as she is in front of the noose. The rope that is about to strangle her to death.

She’s surprised her hands are untied.

A man come to her and shred her dress. She shouts in surprise, and put her hands in her back for him to tie them again. She has a tear in her eyes. She looks in the crow, and them at the queen which is furious to see her keep her dignity as she humiliated.

She’s awaken again : It was a dream she’s not about to be hung.

The ugly dwarf is shaking her.

-Quick, strip I’ve to shave you before you will be snuffed.

The old man is not gentle as she shave her pubic hair and head. She’s crying as she’s more than naked.

She looks at him.

-On all four quick he says as he lower his trousers.

-Errr

-You cooperate or I rape you.

She obeys and shouts as his sex is brutally threaded into her ass.

She’s still crying as he ties her hands on her front.

-I…. I won’t have a dress ?

-You needn’t any.

And she’s driven in tears to the prison door.

The car that waits for her as a pole and her wrists are ties to the pole so she’s on her tiptoes during the trip. She displayed for every one.

As they arrived near the platform she take time to understand. There is no noose. She yield in horror. There is a pole. She struggles as she untied and fight against the guards not to be carried onto the platform, as the men to be wheeled did the day before.

-Let her have the shaft she deserves, the queen says. She’s enjoying the spectacle.

Guards are holding the concubine over the pal. Another one opens her and led the end into her ass. She felt the tip of wood penetrating her. This opening as been lubrificated by the dwarf semen.

She’s in panic. She tries to used the feet onto the pole when the guard are lowering her.

She’s shrieking as she feels to poker penetrating her rectum. She’s sliding down.

She stops and the guard’s hands are removed. The pain is unbearable. She feels herself being shredded and sliding again.

She is surprised she’s still alive when her legs touch the floor again, she has still a long way to go before dying. In her tearful eyes she supposes she is seeing the men that have been wheeled the day before.

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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.

The rapist

She walks in a dark street. Her high-heeled shoes give her a sexy walk. Her legs wind her skirt. She is about to pass in front of me. That street lamp is off, I just broke it. The sound of her walk is nearer now. I am crouched down at the backside of a garbage can. I jump on her like a cat on the mouse. I am excited already. She struggles. I like that. I shred her clothes it makes her cry. I remove her bra and she screams. Her breast is soft and hard. I pass my hand below her skirt and I snatch her panties. She is still bawling. The more she yells the more I am excited. I ride up her skirt and as she struggles and before she clinches her legs I lay on her between her thighs. She has understood, but it is to late, my sex in front of her slit….

I wake up sweating. This hurts. I must found a way to calm down. I’m trying to get hard but I cannot. The device prevents that. I try to get up. My strait jacket makes it difficult, but I am used to now. I do not know how long it is since I am there. My room is small. The walls are white and padded. I am wearing a strait jacket and a chastity belt. At first I tried to kill myself, or I dreamed I did. I do not know any more what has been true and what is dream. I do no know if it is day or night. Or perhaps I dreamed about nights and days. A string at my ankles prevents me from spreading my legs so I cannot run. I have no idea of when I arrived here. Perhaps I never had been out of it.

When I dream, it is often about them. I think I raped them. I think it felt good. Now the only sexual feeling I have is that device that hurts when I am hard. Even my food has no taste. I remember tasteful food, but perhaps it never existed, perhaps I dreamed about that. They said I am mad. I do not know. The only thing I can think about is raping. I remember having sex with a girl-friend. It was tasteless. Raping a girl is tasteful. The more she struggles the better it is. But as I think about that I get excited, I get hard, I get hurt.

Did I still have a penis. It is so long since I saw it for the last time. Or perhaps I dreamed that also? I might have one because I felt it when it hurts.

The first girl I raped was my girl friend. She said she was leaving me because I was so violent. Did it really happen? I think it does. She was wearing a short skirt. I was behind her and I grabbed her by the hips. She said no, She was tight. I pulled on her hips hard and my penis entered her cunt. She struggled and it felt good, I cumed quickly. She left she was in tears. I think she had been hurt. But my god it was so good for me. I though she could have called the police. So I ran to her and tried to apologize, but she did not want to hear me. As I saw her crying I was excited again. I pushed her in the fire cupboard. I grabbed her knee and raped her again. As I was in her I put my hand on her neck and I pressed. I pressed so she couldn’t speak. She would never speak again. I dumped her body in the river. I think I did. Perhaps I only dreamed I did it.

Now my life in white. No colours. No tastes. No pleasure. Nothing. Just sexual frustration.

The second was just a black hooker. It was near the harbour. She was alone. I tried to grab her by the hips as I did for my first time, but she did not let me do it. So I had to make her fell and lay on her. She struggled also and her head hit the border of the pavement before I finished. She was dead. I dropped her body in the harbour water, but I was sad she died too soon.

I know I hurt them. The judge, I think it was a judge, perhaps it was a doctor I do not remember. Perhaps I dreamt it. He asked if I realized I hurt them. Of course I did. I am not stupid. My pleasure comes form their pain. There is nothing I can do about that.

There was also that young girl. She was coming back home after school I think. She had red hair. I proposed to drop her at home as it was raining. Of course I never had any intention to drive her home. She never gave her address. When we were in the woods she said, she never did it in nature and that it excited her. As I was surprised she asked if I wanted to have sex with her. I answered that I preferred to rape and kill her. She thought I was joking. Once she was frightened it was better. I tried not to kill her. I just tied her so I would be able to use her once again the next day but I must have been false with the knot, she was dead by the next morning.

I like the nurse here. I wish I could rape her. I wish I could see tears on her face but each time I think about her it hurts. My god it hurts so much.

Each time I think about sex it hurts and I have nothing else to think about.

It is the sound of the door that I hear. She is here in front of me in her short white jacket. I look at her legs at her breast. She seems to laugh.

-Your solitary confinement year is finished. I’ll lead you to your new cell. Then you’ll discover the following of your punishment.

It the first time I hear speaking. I had almost forgotten. I don’t what to reply. Can I ask her to rape her?

I am to sit on a gynaecologic chair. I look at her.

-I will remove the chastity belt, she said smiling.

I sat and she straps me onto the chair.

I look as she remove the device. I do not remember when it has been locked. She has a key.

She removes a shield. Then a stainless steel part that run from back to front between the leg. A tube is attached to it. My sex is the tube. She shows me the spikes at the end of the tube.

I felt my sex growing. I felt pin and needles as it is a long time since it grew like that.

-If it hurts I can use a gel to numb it.

I am happy to be able to see and feel my sex, but As it hurts I ask her to apply the gel. Speaking is not easy after so much time. I am highly excited. But the feeling is terrible. It is like my cock was disappearing. I still could see it but I cannot feel it. I saw it hard as the nurse finger goes up and down on it. In fact it is awfully frustrating.

Before I cum she comes with a syringe inject something. “It will help you for when the gel effect will be gone”.

I am still in the strait jacket and she lead me to a new cell. It is more conventional. I am bottomless and I saw my dick but am unable to touch it. Even without feeling I would like to touch it, to feel it hard and hot in my hands.

As the time goes on my erection drops and the feeling is back. It is not hurting. I try to masturbate but in a strait jacket it is impossible. The frustration goes on.

Once again I dream about the girls I raped. It is not hurting any more. I cannot get erected anymore. I have to wait for the morning.

As the nurse came back, I explain her

-It is normal, by noon you’ll get the ability of getting erected again, do not worry.

I still have to wait! The frustration goes on.

An hour later, some people come with the nurse. The strait jacket is removed. Moving my arm is painful, it is so long I did not move them. I do not dare touching my penis. There is too much people there.

They are carrying a beam, what is that for? I am afraid they would crush my balls with it, but there are easier tools for that.

They put the beam on my shoulders, it is heavy. They tie my arms to it. Is that a kind of pillory? I just want a few minutes alone to touch myself…. In fact a few hours as my dick need four or five hours to spring to life again.

They drove me in the prison corridors, where are we going?

I cannot see anything. The sun is hot and bright. They are driving me outside the prison, but where and why. They do not answer my question. The beam is so heavy. I am forced to walk and my eyes are getting used to the high light. I am about to leave the prison, but naked and with that heavy beam on my shoulders. I stop. I refuse to walk on, by the pain in my back make me move on. I have no choice. I have to walk. There is lot of people outside. I am afraid they will lynch me, but they let me walk bare foot on the road. I’m anxious at what will happen next.

It is long since I made exercises, so I am quickly exhausted, but each I slow down The guard pick a spear in by back or butts and I continue to walk through the town. They all look at me and laugh at me.

Finally we’re out of the town. On a hill next to the motor way I was another beam strait. I am afraid I had understood what is next.

Now I am near that place. I am knocked below the knee and I fall down.

I’m turned on my back. I am out of a cell than smoothes every sensation, and I’m now there humiliated in front of these people, exhausted with my legs that hurt….

-Ahhh

A nail!, They nailed my wrist! The pain is so intense… They are holding me so I cannot move to look at my wrist closer. Each hammer hit is a jolt of pain. Then it is finished… I try to calm down, when another pain came from the other wrist. The reflex makes me move and the pain is in both arms.

It is just finished that they ask me to stand up. I’m shaking, I cannot move. They take the beam, each movement is painful at the place of the nail. But there is nothing I can do, they are rising the beam. They pass over my shoulder. They are still rising; I have to pull on my feet. I realize I am helping them to crucify me! But there is nothing I can do against that. The pain is too much if I try to resist. A stool is put in front of me and I step on it and the beam is affixed.

I feel ridiculous. Two guards get my legs and spread them at once. I am hanging from my wrists and the pain makes me yell. As soon as I calm down They hammer the nail through my ankles. I yell again.

When I come to me again I am nailed on that cross. I am pushed forward and my knees are bent. Slowly breathing becomes difficult. I cannot understand but I have to push on my leg, I have to try to stand. The pain in my ankles and wrist is unbelievable but I have to do it.

Then I stand. I can breathe. There less pain in my wrists, but the pain in my ankles in unbearable. I have to get down. My butt rests in contact with the wood, and slowly I get down. Then I am sitting. That thing that was pushing me forward is below my ass. But it is so little that I have no choice to let it make its way between my butts. When I feel it on my anus I push again to stand.

-You do not want it! Think about the girls that did not what your cock… little by little you won’t be able to fight it and you will be fuck in the ass! The guard laughs !

I am not alone. I bearly forget they are still there looking at me. I am naked and they look at me. I am displayed and the look at me. I am suffering and they look at me. I am impaling myself and they look at me with pleasure.

I cannot stand forever, and I get down. That time I push when I feel my anus opening due to the sit pressure. But each time my anus resistance is lower. I am opening to that thing. Little my little I rest longer on it. It goes farther and farther.

Then I felt some pleasure. I get pleasure from being fucked. Did the girls felt pleasure? My cock is growing. Every eyes are on me as I am getting hard. I tried to get hard when I was alone, and this is now that I am exposed and fucked in the ass that I am getting hard.

Every body laughs. I am aroused at being impaled, but it is so slow, I get no real pleasure and the pain in my legs and arms is so important. I am humiliated, but what I can do. I want to die, but when I am going to there nothing I can do I have to stand to get fresh air and make the sit move in my ass. Then I am exhausted and I fell. I fell on that thing that rapes me in public. And feel some pleasure from being raped like that.

I see the sun is low. I am cold.

They come to me. One another pain. I yells again, but no sound comes from my mouth.

My legs, they hurt. I try to breath, but they broke my legs. I am impaling on the sit I no longer can stand. Breathing is more difficult. My lungs are burning. I am dying. But I am dying slow speed. I see the people moving, and I take my time to choke. The pleasure is building up and I realize sperm is flowing from my cock. I am no longer able to breathe. It is finished.