bleater
Executioner
I wanted to try writing a story, sorry for my lame English.
This is the first chapter.
I
It was a strange proposal that had come to Irene: a prison camp experience of forced labor.
There was not much information, there was a guarantee that he would not receive permanent damage, and that there would be a safe word.
Since she was young she had shown a certain attitude to masochism, even if never developed, at most she had played with clothespins and wax, since the early adolescence, or walked barefoot on the stones, which she found very painful.
Now, at the age of 19, she had a chance to see if it really was something to her.
This experience would have had a fairly high price, 3000 € but if you could get to the end of the two weeks, they would have given you all the money back.
She was fascinated by it, although it still frightened her, but in the end she decided to try.
The indications said they were, comfortably dressed in a private and supervised parking area, the price of parking the car would be included in that of the experience.
He found himself in the parking lot with other girls, about twenty of them, all of whom were roughly his peers.
It was summer, the end of June, and it was already hot, she had decided to wear cut jeans, rag shoes and a shirt, the other girls were dressed similarly, some had light skirts and T-shirts, others had summer clothes, others wore flip-flops.
A bus arrived, somewhat older, two men in tactical clothes, fatigue pants and shirts of the same light blue color got off, wearing black sunglasses.
"Come in!" they barked, and the girls began to climb on the vehicle.
Inside the seats were uncomfortable and hard, the windows were closed and it was hot.
After a journey of about 30 minutes, in a street full of potholes that blew the vehicle and shekered the girls, the bus stopped in front of a large gate.
"Get off! fast!" Ordered the two men.
The sun was blinding, even in the early morning, the bus had arrived at about 07.30, and now it must have been around 08.00.
The large gate opened onto a short stretch of wall, which however continued with a high fence, topped with barbed wire, but, in addition to a small building, no larger than a single room, perhaps a guardhouse, there was no trace of other buildings around, only countryside.
From the gate a wide road of gravel began which reflected the morning sun, then disappeared behind a low hill.
The girls were passed through the gate, and the large carriage door was closed with a dull thud.
They were put in a row, half a dozen men came out of the gatehouse and joined the two, dressed in the same way, a sack was thrown to each girl's feet.
"Undress! Take everything out, and put it in the bag!" One of them shouted.
The girls slowly began to remove their clothing.
Irene was nervous, she had never been exceptionally shy, but at best she had been in a bikini in public, never naked.
The swish of a whip brought her to attention: "You, undress!"
She took the edges of the shirt and started lifting them up.
"NO! Shoes first!"
Afraid she took off her right shoe using her left foot as a lever, she had no socks under her shoes, she also knew that they would supply her with uniforms.
As she put her first bare foot on the stones of the road, she remembered how painful it was for her to walk barefoot on the stones.
"The T-shirt and what's underneath!"
She took off her shirt, and then, with trembling hands, unhooked the hook of her bra, making it slip.
Instinctively she covered her breast, being thin, she had small breasts, the size of a half apple, with small nipples, which were erect for the situation.
"Did I tell you to cover your boobs?" The man said snapping the whip again. "Trousers and the rest before I get nervous."
Now Irene, like all the other girls, was completely naked in the morning sun, and, despite the heat, she shivered.
One of the men approached her, he was holding chains.
Soon he closed a chain around her waist, tight, cold, so much that she took her breath away, then cuffed her wrists behind her back and with a carabiner hooked the handcuffs to the chain, locking her arms, the last touch was to put the ankle strains, she had less than half a meter of chain between one ankle and another.
With a snap of the whip, the man who seemed to be the boss ordered them to line up and start walking.
Irene realized that she should have walked naked, but above all barefoot on that horrible road of sharp stones for who knows how long, and a lump formed in her stomach.
It was hard to walk on those stones without shoes, and her resistance vanished soon, with each step the pain was more unbearable.
In addition, it was also the first time that she was naked in front of strangers, the men looked at her, looked directly at her bare breasts, her butt and her pubis, without her being able to do anything to hide.
She did not know how long it had been, but at some point her pain resistance began to give way, and she began to slow down, each step was as if they were planting daggers on the bare soles of her feet.
At one point she had perhaps moved a couple of meters away from the one that preceded her, being the last one in the row, when a sharp pain tormented her back.
A whiplash hit her in the back, between the shoulder blades, surprise and pain made her fall to her knees.
One of the men crouched in front of her, felt her bare breast with his hands, she tried to move away, but she did not have enough strength, also another man had placed himself behind her.
Suddenly he grabbed her nipples, squeezing them tightly, and then with a tug, he started to pull her up.
She screamed loudly at the excruciating pain in her breast, but followed the hands of her tormentor and got to her feet.
Immediately the other man grabbed her from behind.
“So we have a slacker, but we have our own ways to get your lazy ass moving.” He said sadistically.
From a pocket he extracted two metal clamps, connected by a chain and with a leash attached.
“No, no, no, please no, i will walk.” She begged, but there was no mercy for her.
When she was younger, during her adolescence, she had tried the clothespins on her nipples, but they were wooden clothespins, with not very powerful springs.
These metal clamps squeezed her nipples with cruel ferocity, pulling out a long wail from her.
Then they began to drag her, making her walk at double speed to reach the head of the row, on her bare feet already at the limit of endurance, but the pain in her nipples prevented her from doing anything else.
They held the clamps on her nipples for some time, then she was freed from the hideous drag, but she realized that the removal was as painful as the application.
"Keep walking, otherwise they will come back." one of the men said to him waving the torture instrument.
She didn't even have the strength to answer, her head was full of pain, and her vision was clouded, moreover she was now covered with sweat and dust, the sun had risen high and the day was getting hot.
She was only superficially aware of the complaints and moans of the other girls, also naked like her, also forced to walk barefoot on those sharp rocks, in the inclement sun.
She was exhausted and far beyond her pain resistance when they finally saw the first buildings, a large red-walled farm with a large number of agricultural outbuildings around it.
She knew that this would be the place where her body and mind would be excruciatingly tortured, but at the moment it seemed to her that she had arrived at the heden garden, especially when they took them to a sort of large stable, under a canopy, with a concrete floor, which was like a balm for her tortured feet.
This is the first chapter.
I
It was a strange proposal that had come to Irene: a prison camp experience of forced labor.
There was not much information, there was a guarantee that he would not receive permanent damage, and that there would be a safe word.
Since she was young she had shown a certain attitude to masochism, even if never developed, at most she had played with clothespins and wax, since the early adolescence, or walked barefoot on the stones, which she found very painful.
Now, at the age of 19, she had a chance to see if it really was something to her.
This experience would have had a fairly high price, 3000 € but if you could get to the end of the two weeks, they would have given you all the money back.
She was fascinated by it, although it still frightened her, but in the end she decided to try.
The indications said they were, comfortably dressed in a private and supervised parking area, the price of parking the car would be included in that of the experience.
He found himself in the parking lot with other girls, about twenty of them, all of whom were roughly his peers.
It was summer, the end of June, and it was already hot, she had decided to wear cut jeans, rag shoes and a shirt, the other girls were dressed similarly, some had light skirts and T-shirts, others had summer clothes, others wore flip-flops.
A bus arrived, somewhat older, two men in tactical clothes, fatigue pants and shirts of the same light blue color got off, wearing black sunglasses.
"Come in!" they barked, and the girls began to climb on the vehicle.
Inside the seats were uncomfortable and hard, the windows were closed and it was hot.
After a journey of about 30 minutes, in a street full of potholes that blew the vehicle and shekered the girls, the bus stopped in front of a large gate.
"Get off! fast!" Ordered the two men.
The sun was blinding, even in the early morning, the bus had arrived at about 07.30, and now it must have been around 08.00.
The large gate opened onto a short stretch of wall, which however continued with a high fence, topped with barbed wire, but, in addition to a small building, no larger than a single room, perhaps a guardhouse, there was no trace of other buildings around, only countryside.
From the gate a wide road of gravel began which reflected the morning sun, then disappeared behind a low hill.
The girls were passed through the gate, and the large carriage door was closed with a dull thud.
They were put in a row, half a dozen men came out of the gatehouse and joined the two, dressed in the same way, a sack was thrown to each girl's feet.
"Undress! Take everything out, and put it in the bag!" One of them shouted.
The girls slowly began to remove their clothing.
Irene was nervous, she had never been exceptionally shy, but at best she had been in a bikini in public, never naked.
The swish of a whip brought her to attention: "You, undress!"
She took the edges of the shirt and started lifting them up.
"NO! Shoes first!"
Afraid she took off her right shoe using her left foot as a lever, she had no socks under her shoes, she also knew that they would supply her with uniforms.
As she put her first bare foot on the stones of the road, she remembered how painful it was for her to walk barefoot on the stones.
"The T-shirt and what's underneath!"
She took off her shirt, and then, with trembling hands, unhooked the hook of her bra, making it slip.
Instinctively she covered her breast, being thin, she had small breasts, the size of a half apple, with small nipples, which were erect for the situation.
"Did I tell you to cover your boobs?" The man said snapping the whip again. "Trousers and the rest before I get nervous."
Now Irene, like all the other girls, was completely naked in the morning sun, and, despite the heat, she shivered.
One of the men approached her, he was holding chains.
Soon he closed a chain around her waist, tight, cold, so much that she took her breath away, then cuffed her wrists behind her back and with a carabiner hooked the handcuffs to the chain, locking her arms, the last touch was to put the ankle strains, she had less than half a meter of chain between one ankle and another.
With a snap of the whip, the man who seemed to be the boss ordered them to line up and start walking.
Irene realized that she should have walked naked, but above all barefoot on that horrible road of sharp stones for who knows how long, and a lump formed in her stomach.
It was hard to walk on those stones without shoes, and her resistance vanished soon, with each step the pain was more unbearable.
In addition, it was also the first time that she was naked in front of strangers, the men looked at her, looked directly at her bare breasts, her butt and her pubis, without her being able to do anything to hide.
She did not know how long it had been, but at some point her pain resistance began to give way, and she began to slow down, each step was as if they were planting daggers on the bare soles of her feet.
At one point she had perhaps moved a couple of meters away from the one that preceded her, being the last one in the row, when a sharp pain tormented her back.
A whiplash hit her in the back, between the shoulder blades, surprise and pain made her fall to her knees.
One of the men crouched in front of her, felt her bare breast with his hands, she tried to move away, but she did not have enough strength, also another man had placed himself behind her.
Suddenly he grabbed her nipples, squeezing them tightly, and then with a tug, he started to pull her up.
She screamed loudly at the excruciating pain in her breast, but followed the hands of her tormentor and got to her feet.
Immediately the other man grabbed her from behind.
“So we have a slacker, but we have our own ways to get your lazy ass moving.” He said sadistically.
From a pocket he extracted two metal clamps, connected by a chain and with a leash attached.
“No, no, no, please no, i will walk.” She begged, but there was no mercy for her.
When she was younger, during her adolescence, she had tried the clothespins on her nipples, but they were wooden clothespins, with not very powerful springs.
These metal clamps squeezed her nipples with cruel ferocity, pulling out a long wail from her.
Then they began to drag her, making her walk at double speed to reach the head of the row, on her bare feet already at the limit of endurance, but the pain in her nipples prevented her from doing anything else.
They held the clamps on her nipples for some time, then she was freed from the hideous drag, but she realized that the removal was as painful as the application.
"Keep walking, otherwise they will come back." one of the men said to him waving the torture instrument.
She didn't even have the strength to answer, her head was full of pain, and her vision was clouded, moreover she was now covered with sweat and dust, the sun had risen high and the day was getting hot.
She was only superficially aware of the complaints and moans of the other girls, also naked like her, also forced to walk barefoot on those sharp rocks, in the inclement sun.
She was exhausted and far beyond her pain resistance when they finally saw the first buildings, a large red-walled farm with a large number of agricultural outbuildings around it.
She knew that this would be the place where her body and mind would be excruciatingly tortured, but at the moment it seemed to her that she had arrived at the heden garden, especially when they took them to a sort of large stable, under a canopy, with a concrete floor, which was like a balm for her tortured feet.