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.

A Night with Sandy - Another Mary Tale

A few months after meeting Yung Lee the ghost, my friends proposed me to spend a night in another haunted house. At first I did not want to, but they argued and I finally accepted. That time I asked what they knew about the house. It was not a ruin but a comfortable home with a heated swimming pool inside the house. It was rent, but some occupants complain about some noises at night. And five women had been found hanged near the pool. The three first one were hanged together.

It was by a cold afternoon of November and it was snowing outside, but the house was illuminated and heated and there was lot of vapour mist on the windows. We quickly visited the house, and then I had to strip. As they were leaving two of them grabbed me and tied my elbow in my back.

At first I would have bathed myself in the pool, but with my tied elbow I was unable to swim and to dry myself once bathed. So I got to the kitchen and prepared some popcorn. Then I kneel in front of the TV and ate like an animal as I wasn’t able to use my arms.

I was still kneeling there when a voice wake me up.
-Hi, I’m Mary, who are you?”
The ghost seemed surprised at first
-Err I’m Sandy, Why are you here, naked and tied like that.”
-It’s a bet, some friends bet I couldn’t spend a night naked and tied like that in that house.”
-And you accepted?”
-Yes, A few months ago I spend a night naked in a haunted house, so I win.”
-I want you to follow me” said Sandy who helped me to stand up. I was surprised because Yung Lee would have been unable to do that. She drove me next to the pool, where a noose was dangling over a stack of books.
-I suppose you want to hang me, but why, am I so disturbing?”
-I hanged to death there…”
-I’m willing to hear you…”
-It is a long story.
-We have all the night long, haven’t we?
-I was invited at a Pyjama party in that house. I found that my pyjamas were too girlish, so I bought a nightdress. But When I arrived there, I was far from Manuela, and Britney. Their nightdresses were far sexier than mine.
-You were three only?
-Yes, A first I thought we were more, but when I arrived I realized that we would be three. Manuella proposed a poker game.
-A strip poker
-Yeah, I didn’t dare refusing, and the one who would loose would have to strip in front of the two other. Britney loosed. She striped, but Manuella imposed her to shave her pubic hair also to be fully naked! And then she said that to help Britney, we should strip and shave also. I was ashamed.
-A least the difference in nightdresses wasn’t visible.
-It can be said. We bathed in the pool. I was troubled, as I never had been with other girls naked like this. I never thought I could have been homosexual, But I was attracted by Manuella and Britney. Manuella bobs were wonderfull. At the same time britney Insisted that we drank, so do you, Sandy said as she made me drink much more water than I would have on my own.
-Err? And what was the next game?
-It was a kind of slalom. But each time you’ll have it done correctly you’ll have to drink a glass of Vodka. If you missed a door you would have your hands tied in you back. We did it seven times and I lost some doors as I wasn’t able to walk strait. So Manuella tied my hand in my back, like yours are. And Britney Insisted that we drank water. Then she gave handcuff to Britney and they cuffed their hand in their back to be like me.
We bathed once again...
-You bathed hand tied? I asked as Sandy made me drank once more.
-Yes of course, we were a little drunk, but you can swim with your feet, did she said before pushing Mary in the water. It took one second to Mary to realize the situation, but she quickly reached to pool shore.
-You see that’s not so difficult said Sandy as Mary was getting out of the water.
-The third game was to hold on urinating. We were to stand leg apart and the first who urinate would have a special penalty. We stand there up to twenty minutes with pain, when Manuella released her bladder. Britney and I did the same just after her. Britney removed her handcuff and revealed a gallow that was hidden. There were three nooses; the central one was shorter. Britney led Manuella to the central place and placed the noose around her neck. Manuella was standing on a stack of books. But to be with her we had to put our neck in nooses also. Would you please put yours in the noose I’ve made for you?

As It was not first encounter with a ghost I knew that I had no choice but to obey. Once the knot was tight and placed on my right ear, Mary began to whistle and I realized how much I needed to urinate. I began to stamp a little and Mary took advantage of that to remove one of the books I was standing on. I was then on my tip toes.

-You are like was Manuella… My rope wasn’t so tight. And Britney put her cuff back on. It’s just after we heard the click that Manuellea asked Britney if she had the cuff’s key any longer… Britney took some time to reply… that she has forgotten the key on the table near the pool… We were trapped.
- Oh! How did you felt when you realized what had happened?
-I did not realize at first. But Britney apologizing made me understand we had no way getting out of that trap. I was ashamed of being nude tied shaved and noosed ! You do not seem to much ashamed don’t you ? You like having you sex bald.
- Err! It is another ghost that I helped that asked me to epilate my crotch…
She let a finger touch my skin from my belly down to my slit… I was near from letting my bladder emping itself
-I’ll remove the books when you piss…
It gave me courage to hold on.
-Err! Have what happened next…
-Manuella and Briteney argued but quickly Manuella losed her voice… She was still hupping up and down and finnaly one more book felt and she hung we saw her kicking, trying to find some support, her face turning red then purple and finnaly pissed herself. This spectacle was unbearable as it was what was to happen to us… I was so frightened that I pissed myself. Then I realised that once wet the soil was slippery and has a slope.
We spend most of the night like that, hopping to reach sunrise when Britney’s parents would come back.
At midmight we heared a sound and Britney said “My god no !”
-What happened? Did I ask not knowing the present time.
-You’ll see soon, did she answer.
I was afraid! I did see how I would make Sandy to remove me from the gallows, I was near to piss near to slip out of force and now I learn that something was about to happen… I tried to speak with Sandy but she wasn’t ready for that. Then I heard the “humming” a motor was on. I quickly realised what was on. The gallows laid on a mobile pavement. This pavement was moved up to allow a sheet to close the pool and keep its heat. It was perfect to keep a hot pool, but it was hiring by rope up and soon my feet would not touch the shore.
-I… I give my pardon… Sandy !
She looked at me surprised…
-I’m slowly killing you and you give me your pardon ?
I was hung now, unable to breathe, unable to speak. The pain in my neck was unbearable. I was also unable to hold on my bladder. I was trying to find the soil with my feet. All was lost. I thought of Yung Lee. Centuries ago when he was slowly strangling to death a woman said him that thinking about sex was a solution to avoid pain. Of course this was a way to mock the poor castrated Yung Lee which was days away form its death. But at that moment I used that to forget my constricted neck. I felt a sexual energy rising from my lower belly. But quickly loose my concentration as my lung burnt as they needed fresh air. I started to panic and kick vigorously. I did remembered that stage when Yung Lee pillory strangled me, but it was a much more slow process in which one strangulation was due to loss of energy to keep the head up. How long did it took in reality? At the end of my rope it took ages before I succeed in stopping that and bulding the sexual energy again. Tears in my eyes made my view limited and I didn’t know where Sandy was. Suddenly I was beaten and fresh air burnt my lungs all along its way. Sandy cut me down.
-Why did you pardon me did she ask?
-Err… breathe… please… time… It took a long time before I was able to speak again. And my neck was still hurting.
-I know that you feel in jail. And you want revenge.
-How can you think you can imagine how is it to be hung like that.
-You just tried to hung me Sandy. And Yung Lee another ghost tried to strangle me to death. So I can have an idea of how is it to wait for that kind of death.
-I don’t mean that, how can you imagine how is it to be a ghost?
-I cannot, but I know how Yung Lee found peace after centuries, You are a ghost for a few years, I may be easier for you…
-What do I have to do?
-recognize the girls you hung were innocent.
-They were alive…
-Alive but not guilty. The guilty ones where Manuella et Britney, but the died with you didn’t they?
-Err you’re right… But I needed to clam me down. I would have lived live you… met boys and so…
-You died a virgin?
-True…
-If I touch you do you feel it?
-I’m not lesbian!
-It is like you want, if you want to know how sex is, or not. I cannot change myself to a boy.
A few minutes laters Sandy and I were in one the House’s rooms…

As I was caressing her, Sandy colour changed from her white skin to a pinkish tone. I used my tongue as she didn’t take time to untie me.
I was very excited but had now way to satisfy myself.

She was near to orgasm when she said: “You were right it was an accident Manuella and Britney didn’t plan that and died with me.”
I think that she had an orgasm at that moment. Slowly she get up in the air, and I find myself alone in that room. At two in the morning, I get down having a look at the TV and ate the cold pop corn. But I was so exited that I was in a urge to find something to rub my crotch to. This situation was ashaming But I really needed to be released from that sexual energy. I visited the house trying each table corner when I found in a work bench some thing that looked perfect for me. That kind of trestle was the right height, and there was some object on the floor I could step on to straddle that thing.

Moving forward and backward I succeed in satisfying my sexual needs, but once that was done I realised that I push the objects I stepped onto, so I was trapped there…

My situation quickly got worse when I tried to sit. The pain was unbearable, so I had to stand up there until my friends found me nearly four hours later.
I was ashamed.

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.