Experiment

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

-I volunteer for fatal execution she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Emilia arrived as Helen was leaving.

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

-That’s it answered the man.

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

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

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

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

She laughed and took the paper.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When she asked to go to the toilets nurse answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-Whouh !

-You think I’m crazy?

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

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

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

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

-Hey what are you doing?

Helen felt as a little girl caught doing something forbidden.

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

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

-You’re more than wet!

Helen face was red.

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

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

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

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

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

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

-Who has said you where allowed, little bitch?

Helen immediately put her hand back on her head.

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

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

“I promise”

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

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

-Not right now, please!

-Shower time said the guard.

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

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

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

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

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

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

-I’ll love it said Helen.

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

The Guards shackled them nude.

-What the matter asked Emilia.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-Did it hurt did she asked…

-The flogging, for sure!

-I mean the breaking.

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

-Oh my god….

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

-Will I shout she asked in fear?

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

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

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

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

On her platform form Emilia was untied.

-It is us to begin dear lady !

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

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

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

-They drove the first nail, her executioner explained.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-Oh please not any more.

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

-Yeah, err, no, no !

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

-No not the gag.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-The lace, or not asked the executioner

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-What you did is wonderful.

-Plea…se   do…wn

The man produced a hammer….

-No …. Let ….me …. Down

And he broke both her knees.

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

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

What would be your choice?

Medieval Justice

Here is a Fantasy By Beynazura

All my year students of history were here to visit this medieval castle. This castle was a wonderful rebuilding of a tenth century fortress. The visit was scheduled on two days: The village on the first day and the castle the next one. We began by some typical houses in the village when we arrived on the main place which was leading to the castle entrance. There were pillories. The Guide Began talking about justice in the Middle Age.

-Justice was rendered by the Lord. The decision could be a balance, but most sentences were bases on pain and shame. It begins with stocking sentences. Please take seat young lady", and he took me by the elbow. The pain in my arm was great and I had no way but to go where he led me. As the seat was in my legs I only could drop on the stock bench, and before I could have any reaction I heard the heavy wooden board enclosing my wrist and ankles. Every body was looking at me as surprised as I was.

-This was made for long sentences, one or two weeks, can you imagine staying here several days?”

-Err, The position is not so bad, I reply, but I cannot imagine staying there for more than one hour, perhaps two”.

-This spring day make it easy. You could have been sentenced a cold snowing winter day, or a hot summer one there is no shadow where we are...   ...But also imagine that on this place you have no more friends, every one can pinch you not to say the worst...   Of course some true friends will come at night to give some food and drinks. At first it appears not so bad, but finally you must understand that it is a real hardship." The Guide explained, but he showed no hurry to set me free.

-After stocking sentences we switch to death sentences, but death sentences used to begin by a stocking period, Come here sir, but as you see, it is much more uncomfortable, it is only one day before the sentence to begin." Francois was taken by the arm and very quickly found himself put in the stock in front of me.

-And do not think that death sentences were reserved to men, kneel down young lady… The guide took Sophie by the arm as he did with François and me, and before any of us understood what was going on she was kneeling her head and wrists enclosed by the pillory. I hated Sophie, and I really taught she hated me. I was happy, her position was much more humiliating than mine. What’s more she had chosen a mini dress, and this position made her unable to hide her panties. She was aware of it and tried to sit on her thighs, but the thickness of the board made it impossible for her to breathe when sitting, so she had to stay in a doggy style position.

-AhAh! The pillory doesn't allow lots of position!!!" and everybody laughed at her. “There is no known difference between the standing pillories, this young boy is experiencing and the young girl’s kneeling one”.

-For death sentences, stocks was not sufficient, the humiliation had to be greater, the Guide continued on as he went to Francois, so convict people had to strip, and he unbuttoned Francois' trousers and removed them with his briefs, I didn't see exactly what happened as the his stock was between him and me, but I heard Francois protesting as his clothes landed in the middle of the place... Sophie seemed to have difficulties to turn her head and was frightened.

-No you're not allowed...

-Stop, please, or you could be whipped... Francois shut and his teased shirt landed onto his trousers. I was shivering wondering the Guide will stop here...

-And of course, it was the same for women, he said ripping Sophie’s dress, bra and panties at once. She was crying and every one could see her naked...

-And when the sentence was due to a sexual offence, pubic hair had to be shaved, he said showing a clipper.

AS he sheared her sex Sophie hold on try to no cry too much, but I realized how much she was humiliated, and I really hoped The Guide would stop there. But he continued on to François. As that one protested, the Guide declared that men were often castrated either for sexual offence, so once again François shut.

-It is sometime said that convicts had their hair sheared, but it is untrue for the tenth century, unless the condemned was put to the "Question", that's the torture to get confession, so they could have their hair sheared or burnt.

-If you want we will go and visit the mill..., And all the student leaved letting us there...

-Sophie, I really hated you, but I'm really sorry about what happened to you, and to you also Francois". I said.

-Well, perhaps I deserve that humiliation, because I ... ... delighted to see you in this position.

-I also recognise, I delighted to see you stocked also, and in a more humiliating position than mine, but you didn’t deserve being stripped nakled and sex-sheared in public…

-I will avenge, Francois said, They're not allowed to do that ...

-I'm afraid, they are, because they make us sign a discharge form I said.

You mean, we allowed that, my god, why haven’t I read this from before signing it. I thought it was only for accident, Sophie said.

-In fact, I've read mine to late, and I did not understand what them meant by "accept to be subjected like Middle Age people that were in that place", I said.

-Do... Do you think they can ... I mean he spoke about death sentence or two weeks stocking

-Err, We should be at home tomorrow evening, Sophie, I don't think they can...  

Each of us had a look at the two other...

-What's your memoriam about? Sophie asked.

-Civil law and Justice in Middle Age I answered.

-Death torture like wheel Francois said...

-Mine was about hanging ... I had some difficulties swallowing at saying that.

-What do you mean I asked to Sophie?

-That our sentence is linked to our memoriam she answered.

-Is your position, well, comfortable François asked.

-I think I have no reason to complain, I said, I can move my head, but I wish I could move a little.

-Not too bad, it is very humiliating, and I suppose all boys have gaze between my thighs, but at least I could move a little.

-Mine is awful, I must stand, my head bent forward, and when I’m tired It cuit my breath because of the board thickness…

-I quickly discovered that also when I tried to sit Francois said Sophie. I suppose it is part of the sentence.

-Which sentence, from which trial? I’ve done nothing wrong, I do not deserve that.

-I do not think one of us deserves this sentence Francois, but we have no choice.

Some time passed and I began to fell an urge to empty my bladder. Of course I hope the Guide would come and set us free, but He wasn’t there and the need was slowly growing, and already I was unable to keep sitting, I was clenching my thigh to avoid wetting myself. Then a pissing sound came from Francois’ side.

-Oh Francois! I said.

-How do you want me to do, I really need… but as he replied a similar sound came from Sophie.

-Oh Sophie! I said again.

-Excuse-me Catherine, but hearing Francois I couldn’t hold on any longer!

-Oh, oh no, no I said as I noted a hot liquid flowed along my thighs. The odour quickly came to confirm I pissed myself.

-Catherine, Being naked has advantages, it seems, Sophie said smiling...

-Do you feel the sun hot Francois asked?

-Yes I do I said, I wish I could remove my sweater, it is really hot. Once again, being naked gives you an advantage.

-I'm not sure that it's a true one; I'm frightened about sunburnt...

-They're coming back I said.

-I hope they'll free us Sophie said.

-So do I, even if the price it to have to change my clothes in public... We laughed...

-Ok, the Guide said. So you can see that our naked friends have some colours due to the hot sun, and the third of them didn't smell well, so think about stocking not as a easy sentence. I propose to find a shadowy place near theses trees to have our picnic.”

-Have a nice time he said to us.”

-They're leaving Francois said.

-I no longer can see them I answered.

-They are just in front of me, at your back, and they're eating Sophie said.

-I'm very hungry Francois said.

-So do I, I said.

-We have to wait for somebody to give us something, I think Sophie replayed.

-No, Feeding a stocked person is punished by a one week stock sentence I explained.

-Like taking down a hung person was sentenced by hanging Sophie added.

-So Stocked people never eat asked Francois?

-Of course they did, but they were feed at night I answered.

-But I will not wait so long...

-You will wait I'm afraid we have no choice, Sophie told him.

I never felt so helpless before. Time passed slowly as the sun was heating me and buring the other’s skin. By middle of the afternoon I began to have cramps, but I supposed it was the same for the others when Francois began to complain once again

-Ah!! I've got cramp in my legs, that’s awful, I cannot take it...

-Shut up, Please, Of course you've cramp, but as I can see at her moving Sophie also has cramps and she doesn't complain.

I have pins and needles in legs and arms, and I suppose you also have in your arms. I am warm as you're burning from the sun, and this night we will be cold because you're naked and because I'm soaked with urine, and I let you imagine the pleasant smell and the irritation. We're thirsty, starving, but this is a form of torture and it is not supposed to be pleasant, and what's more Sophie and I can do nothing for you, as you cannot do anything for both of us, so we have to try entertaining ourselves instead of complaining.

-It is perhaps easier for me to change my position to avoid cramps. And I hope they won't let us there for the night. Catherine, in your search did you find anything on the fact that stocked people have to pee on themselves.

-It is not mentioned often, and it is different to read it and to suffer from it. In fact it is the most humiliating thing for me, and I cannot forget it, wetness, irritation, and smell... perhaps in Middle Age it was easier because they were used to be dirty.

In books they focus on the weather and the action of other people that could take advantage of the situation, at night by example.

And you Francois what did you find on the wheel torture.

-Well, The principle is to break bones as little as possible, and then to tie the man on a wheel until he dies. They began by running over the body with a chariot, but it as been changed to a bone breaker.

-Charming, but what is the cause of death...

-Loss of blood, sunburn, birds pecking... it is difficult to say. Some have been strangulated in reward for their braveness.

-Charming, Sophie said. Just for your information the picnic is ending, but they do not seem to come to us.

-So we can suppose we'll have to wait for the afternoon here, I answered.

-They cannot, we're missing the visit. said Francois

-In exchange we're learning the waiting of sentenced people...

And the afternoon passed slowly. Some birds came to us but we easily chased them away. But as the time went on they were less and less frightened by our crying. We could imagine that in Middle Age they were used to stocked people so they would have been difficult to chase away.

The sun was down on the horizon when the other student came back to us.

-They are only there for twelve hours. The naked ones are sunburnt, and we’re not in summer. The third one, is sweating, and if it was only sweat, she’s soaked with urine, and it is only the beginning. Now we will go for the meal and night. They will not be given food. Of course some of you will try to feed them. But if I see you doing it, you’ll share their fate...

Good night my prisoners” the guide said.

As the light was low we were getting cold. I think they were tired. We all were frightened at what was to come. I was able to see the group eating around the fire. Our breakfasts were forgotten for long and we were starving in the dark.

We tried to speak to change our mind but it was difficult.

I was getting asleep when some gays came to us…

-Hey François! How are you with young ladies, One is in the nude did you take care.

Then I realized, but in the dark it wasn’t easy, that there was some people behind François and Sophie, but I could not see what they were doing at first. They were doing it when I saw the wooden stick they shoved in François’ ass. He screamed as as piglet that is being spitted. Of course There was nothing he could do. They dig the other end of the stick so François was impaled on it and has no way to disengage it. A girl which was with them kneeled an gave him a blow job. When I turn My head I saw that Sophie was being raped. I tried to cry but as soon as I opened my mouth clothes were push into it, then a bag was put on my head. I don’t know what happened then. I think some of them pissed on me.

It lasted perhaps half an hour then they left. I heard François complaining and Sophie crying.

Time passed slowly before I heard another group of people. These ones were friendly. They freed me from my bag and gag, and François from its poker. I then saw that we all were covered with urine and semen. Our friend gave us some food and drinks. A girl took in charge washing Sophie, then François. She apologized that she couldn’t do something for my clothes. Speaking with her I learnt that Sophie was a virgin prior to her rape, and the rappers used her analy also.

Speaking was not easy after that. The night passed. I supposed they didn’t slept a lot. I was waken up by the sound of chains the Guide used on Sophie and then on François as he freed them from their pillories.

-You’ll be freed this evening young lady, the Guide said and he left leading Sophie and François. When I turned my head to see where they were going I discovered the gallows that was on the hill nearby. How could I had missed it up to now? François’ necklace chain is locked at the bottom to the gallows, as the Guide and Sophie are turning around. A noose swung with the wind. They are climbing Sophie stopped as the looked at the noose. But nude, her hands cuffed in her back she has no choice but to obey to the chain that pulled her hecklace.

I cannot see if she crying but I think that in her place I would.

Her iron necklace is opened and replaced by the rope. I saw her from my pillory where her place was empty at that time. I was alone. She was alone also. The Guide tightened the rope and she was made to climb on a tree trunk. The equilibrium is not easy as the trunk is not large enough. She was on her toes. I saw the wind I thought she was getting cold, and the Guide went downstairs. As he went ahead the gallows she looked at him with her head bent due to the tight rope around her neck.

The guide them took François leash ad lead him to the other side of the gallow. He seems to have more difficulties to climb that Sophie. Having this hands cuffed in his back he leans from right to left as he in the stairway. But when he saw something he said no and refused to go head. Several persons came to help the Guide. I couldn’t see them any more but I can hear François shouting and Sophie’s face as her place was better then mine to see what was happening.

After a few minutes something rose from the platform. It was a cross on which François was tied. All students were arriving and discovered Sophie half-hung and François crucified. At that moment A man with a black leather hood ran onto François platform. All began so quickly! He took a stick and beat François’ arms. I couldn’t watch any more but I was unable to look at something else. Methodically the executioner broke his forearms. He was shouting. His arms’ colour was awful and they were swelling. Then it was his calf. Sophie seemed choked also, but was unable to move in her equilibrium state.

François passed out but was revived and his thigh and upper arms were broken. He was loosing his voice from shouting so much, or it was our hears. Then I was ashamed: I was excited. I was wet. I couldn’t caress or touch myself, but seeing my friends being tortured and killed excited myself. His limbs are nothing but smashed meat with pieces of bones but the torturer found something else: his hands and foot. Several blows on each, He was sure of his job. François’ shouting are nonsense at that time.

The next blow are given at random I thought, but in fact not He broke hips and ribs. I never thought I would see such a show in the XXI century. François was lowered and untied. I cannot see what they are doing, but I saw Sophie’s face and the student crowd noises. The Guide and the executioner are coming to me. I was in fear. They were carrying something. Then he is just in front of me, but his eyes are lost in his own pain. He was knitted on a wagon wheel, and now hoisted on a high pole between the pillories.

Then they returned to the gallows. Sophie’s face was full of fear. The executioner took the trunk with both hands. “No” she said but it was cut but the drop as he removed the trunk. I saw her legs trying to find some support. The was turning and I saw her hands clutching. Then she tried to run away, she kicked. Her face was red, then purple. She was fading down. She was diing. It wasn’t an easy death, but much more easy than Francois’ one.

A stream of urine flew from her crotch. She moved her leg once or twice and it was finished.

The show was over. They went away to visit the castle.

I stayed alone in the cold wind. I looked at Sophie who dangled at the wind rhythm as François just moaned when birds came to him. I couldn’t realise that was real. My own torture was still on and I regretted wearing a jean when I had to poop.

It was noon when the wheel was lowered. François was still breathing but was no longer conscious. The Guide produced a leather strip and strangled him to death.

I have been freed as the bus was ready for leaving so I had no time to change my clothes. Once at home I spend half an hour in the shower, but the irritation took time to fade away. In my dreams I saw François and Sophie very often.

The next year we visited a ancient China palace. I was happy to see one of the gay that raped Sophie being made a eunuch. The one that sodomized François was being slowly strangled when I came to see him at night and gave him an unexpected support with a stick up his ass.

This helps me to be in peace with my dead friends. In a few days we are to visit an antic park ruled as the Romans would. I am anxious as my memory work was about a history of crucifixion. I know I will be punished of what I did in the China like park. I thought about missing, but I will go. I want to know if I am able to take it. I know I would not have any other choice but to take it all the way.

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.