Lapin´s Boiling to death story or Zerns´ The sluts trial?
Boiled Until Dead by Jacques Lapin
Cheryl stood waiting in the stone chamber. The wooden door in front of her was all that separated her from a jeering crowd that would watch her torture and death unfold in the next hour. She could hear them out there, yelling and chanting for her to be dragged out. She trembled in fear because she simply didn't know what to expect, although it could hardly be worse than what had been done to her so far.
Cheryl was standing in the chamber nude and had her hands bound behind her back and had a leash fastened around her neck to drag her along through the stone corridors. Her clothing had been stripped by guards two hours ago as they prepared her for her execution. She had been bathed twice - once to clean off the dungeon dirt and scum to make her clean enough to be raped by the guards, and then a second time to wash away the blood and cum that coated her cunt, legs, ass, mouth and breasts when they'd finished with her.
After her second scrubbing, her reddened cunt had been shaved clean again with a skinning knife. This way her most private parts would be visible to all in the crowd during her final tortures and execution. Her hands and arms were then bound - first at the wrists, and then in two places up her arms. The tight bindings pulled her shoulders back and forced her breasts out unnaturally, all the more for the crowd to enjoy.
As a roar rose up from the crowd, the door was pulled open and the bright sunlight filled the cold stone chamber. Cheryl was jerked forward and stumbled out into the open where she was shocked to see a crowd of hundreds surrounding the raised stone area in the center of the crowd. While she recoiled from the noise of the crowd and the blinding sunlight, Cheryl also searched out to see what objects were waiting for her - to see how she would be tortured and die in front of these enraged people. Her question was soon answered - much to her horror when she saw a large iron cauldron sitting on a stand over a large pile of firewood. She was going to be boiled to death - a cruel and painful way to die.
Near the cauldron was a large table with iron rings at each end with chains fastened to them. No doubt she'd be restrained here and tortured for the crowd's enjoyment first.
Cheryl was pulled to the center of the stone platform for the crowd's viewing. Her leash was pulled up through a pulley and pulled tight, lifting her nearly off the ground. Her feet were each wrapped in chain and pulled widely apart, revealing her freshly scrubbed and shaved cunt in full detail in the bright sun. Two guards came over beside Cheryl - one holding her firm breasts up for display, while the other ran his fingers deeply through her cunt as her sentence was read by the head Witchfinder,
The Witchfinder solemnly faced the crowd and pointed to the nude Cheryl on display: "Cheryl, for the crime of witchcraft, you will be tortured and boiled to death, until all of the evil spirits in you are cleansed out of you. After death, your cooked remains will be charred on a spit and fed to the villages dogs to anoint them all with the blessings of your freshly cleansed flesh."
I watched in some amusement as Cheryl sobbed and pleaded for mercy. As I ran the prison, I had the opportunity to visit with each prisoner and condemned as I wished. Cheryl had been brought to me late yesterday afternoon for my inspection and pleasures. I made her strip off her prison robe and display herself for me. She was pretty - with large but firm breasts and a slim waist, a nice tight ass, and a nice full set of bald cunt lips. I told her that she'd die tomorrow - that the time had come - but that we hadn't yet decided how. She was told she could beg for mercy - and that some actually got a little of it from time to time. Cheryl pleaded not to be hurt, not to be tormented, and promised anything for mercy. She was told what she needed to do, and she happily agreed to do it.
Two hours later, Cheryl had finished her eager performance. I'd cum deeply into her mouth and raped her cunt to the point of making her bleed. After she cleaned me off with her soft wet mouth, and had gotten me ready again, her small asshole was the target of my abuse and I alternated between her asshole and cunt as I worked her from behind. When I finished, Cheryl lay on my bed in exhaustion, with my cum dripping out of both her ass and cunt and her face covered in cum, blood and shit from my demands that she suck and cleanse me.
For her good efforts, I told her that she'd keep her eyes and that we'd not torture her face. While she'd die, she go to her death as cute as she was now, not with her pretty face ruined by a torch held under it as we did with many unfortunate witches. Luckily she had strong talent and a will to earn her mercy through vigorous fucking - many didn't and they paid for their lack of effort.
Turning back to the proceedings, I waved for the event to begin and the fire under the cauldron was lit. A slow smoky flame began, but picked up fairly quickly as the tinder caught and spread the fire to the wood circling the cauldron. It would take 30 minutes or so to come up to a boil, and would give us some time to entertain the crowd at Cheryl's expense.
As a first step, Cheryl was flogged lightly by the two guards to soften her up a little and to let her have the taste of pain to come. Cheryl screamed as the whips started to flay her - striking her breasts, ass, legs and stomach, but staying away from her face - a choice target - as I'd promised her mercy there.
After 20 strokes taken over perhaps 10 minutes, she was sobbing uncontrollably and we ended the flogging to move on to her primary punishment. Cheryl's body was wiped down with vinegar and salt water. While it cleansed the blood off of her, it hurt terribly as the salt entered the fresh whiplash wounds. When the clean up was finished and she'd stopped screaming, she was unchained and led over to the table next to the cauldron for preparation for her boiling death.
Cheryl and most of the crowd didn't know what was to come next, but the few that did eagerly pushed to the front to get a full view of the terrible torment that was to come. A spectacle unfolded for them that rivaled any execution - even a burning - for its horrible torment and cruelty.
Cheryl was pushed onto her back on the table. Her hands and arms remained bound tightly and her legs were chained to the table and spread wide apart. Her leather leash was pulled back and secured off the end of the table, thus stretching her out tightly.
An executioner came up to Cheryl and took several minutes to whisper something to her that made her bawl and scream for mercy. The executioner laughed and then moved down to her cunt which was nicely spread open for all to see. With his fingers the executioner spread her cunt lips apart and slowly forced his entire hand and arm into her young tender cunt, opening her wide. He felt each hip - with one hand on the outside and the other inside her cunt to gauge the position of her hipbones, which was critical to the next step. With her hands still chained, Cheryl was pulled over to lie on one side. An iron bar was brought out and readied for her mutilation.
Because our cauldron was of limited size, and because we wanted the witch's private parts - specifically her cunt - to feel the pain of the boiling water first, we had devised a way, learned from breaking women on the wheel, to twist her legs and hips so that her cunt entered the boiling water first. Cheryl's hips would be shattered one at a time and her now dislocated and unrestrained leg folded over behind her and tied tightly to her arms. Hearing the details of that was what had made her bawl when she was told what was going to happen to her.
As Cheryl watched in horror, the heavy iron bar was raised by the executioner and slammed down on Cheryl's raised left hip. She screamed in horrible agony as her entire hipbone was shattered with three heavy blows. Guards then took her leg and twisted it to disjoint it from the fragments of her hip, and it was folded over in back of her and tied to her arms which were bound tightly behind her. Thus her arms and legs lined up with each other, and her cunt and her asshole were left protruding out from her shattered hips and thighs. The crackling of the bones could be heard between screams as the mutilation and terrible twisting and binding took place. Cheryl was then rolled over for the other hip, screaming further as every motion caused unspeakable agony. In a few minutes, both hips were shattered, both legs twisted and tied to her arms and she was ready as a tight little package for her boiling.
At this point the Witchfinder asked if anyone in the crowd wanted to fuck Cheryl before her boiling took place. She looked pitiful, but very interesting, with tears streaming down her face and her hips splayed around behind her leaving her shaved cunt wide open. About 15 men shyly raised their hands as interested in this, and slowly came forward and took their positions in line in front of her gaping cunt. Cheryl screamed in agony with each thrust of their cocks, but in the period of 25 minutes all 15 had raped her for the crowd's lusty enjoyment. By now the fire was burning with great heat, the water was boiling and we were ready to proceed with Cheryl's cruel execution.
A chain was threaded under Cheryl's armpits and fastened to a rope threaded through a pulley on the gibbet above the table. Cheryl was slowly and painfully hoisted up and the gibbet turned to hang her over the now boiling caldron. Cheryl continually screamed and begged for mercy as the heat of the steam reached her freshly raped cunt.
I gave the order to proceed with the first dipping and the executioner slowly lowered her to just dip her cunt into the boiling water. Cheryl uttered the most terrible, agonizing cries to everyone's great satisfaction. I had her held with just her cunt and her little belly up to her navel in the rolling boiling water. She was held there as I watched carefully. I waited several minutes enjoying her screaming, until I saw fairly significant blistering taking place at which time I ordered her raised up for a bit out of the boiling water. She stopped her intense screaming and just cried and pleaded for mercy.
Over the next five minutes she was dipped three more times into the water to boil her cunt and asshole. After the last time, I ordered her pulled and the gibbet rotated to hang over the table again. Cheryl was lowered to the table so the crowd could see her blistered red cunt, her steaming asshole all red and puckered out, and the blisters across her ass and her lower belly.
While the pot reheated, I reached out with a pair of pliers and grasped her clitoris - now all red and swollen and bulging out from her steaming cunt lips. With a painful wrenching twist I ripped it off to Cheryl's horror and agonizing scream. The freshly boiled tidbit was tossed to a villager's dog, which happily chewed and swallowed it. Cheryl was then ordered re-trussed for her breast dunking.
The chains were rearranged so that Cheryl's breasts hung down when she was suspended. Raised up again, she was turned once more over the cauldron and her breasts dipped into the steaming boiling water to her agonizing pain and the crowd's amusement. When turned back and dropped on the table, you could see that all the skin had blistered off her tits and chest. I took the pliers again and repeated the tearing I'd done with her clitoris to each nipple. With each little piece of freshly boiled meat, another pup was made happy.
Cheryl was now ready for her final death. She was repositioned for cunt first immersion, and hoisted over the water. I reached up and held a short chain with a 10 pound weight on one end of it and a large hook on the other. I took the hook and ripped it through her cunt lips and dropped the weight, pulling painfully on her cunt as the hook set. The weight would keep her from floating.
As the crowd roared, Cheryl was fully immersed in the boiling water. She screamed and thrashed as she was lowered in, stopping for a few seconds at her cunt, and then again at her breasts. After some minutes, we finally lowered her head into the boiling fluid and she soon stopped her awful screaming and her thrashing movements.
After 15 minutes of boiling a thick greasy scum rose to the top and we pulled Cheryl's now still body out of the water. Her eyes were white and her mouth frozen in a boiled scream of agony. Her flesh had split in several places and the fat was starting to be parboiled out of her breasts and mangled thighs.
We lowered her boiled corpse to the table and unchained her. I played with her tits and cunt a little with a knifeblade to show how stiff the boiling had gotten her. I then ordered her readied for roasting.
Kitchen slaves - each one of them a candidate for this exact fate - were dragged out of the field kitchen - nude of course - and as they trembled in terror were made to impale Cheryl's red blistered body on a black iron rod. She was then hoisted up and carried away for roasting over an open fire in back of the kitchen to afterwards to be cut up as dog meat.
