h'm, not quite sure what you're thinking of Tree -
I vaguely recall one with a kind of gigantic wooden framework
with lots of women crucified on it?
I think Melissa and Julie came up with something on those lines.
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I vaguely recall one with a kind of gigantic wooden framework
with lots of women crucified on it?
I think Melissa and Julie came up with something on those lines.
I'll ask her...
DarkAngel
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Wow, that is really hot....I think I'll just go ahead and save that right there.
Great manips!
ravenaj
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If they string you up it will take an hour, minimum.
The saw would be faster. But the executioners will take a rest halfway. Be sure, it takes an hour, too.
Just a wheel? You think you will pass out after they have broken the first bones? After the disembowelment? As soon as you feel the birds pecking your face, your private parts, your guts, you will change your mind.
They granted you the ease to share your last moments with your beloved. Therefore you have given up the chance of a fast death by sword or axe? Oh yes, the people here around are curious about your last doings. They will give you enough time to finish at least one orgasm. At the price of your public humilation, their jeering, their hooting. Let's see when you start to regret this.
The saw would be faster. But the executioners will take a rest halfway. Be sure, it takes an hour, too.
Just a wheel? You think you will pass out after they have broken the first bones? After the disembowelment? As soon as you feel the birds pecking your face, your private parts, your guts, you will change your mind.
They granted you the ease to share your last moments with your beloved. Therefore you have given up the chance of a fast death by sword or axe? Oh yes, the people here around are curious about your last doings. They will give you enough time to finish at least one orgasm. At the price of your public humilation, their jeering, their hooting. Let's see when you start to regret this.
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Nice collection of images! Quite erotic to imagine a couple fucking for one last time while captive and restrained and then finally put to death by being tied to the wheel and broken, or sawed in two, etc. A final, desperately raw, but passionate coitus, before a hideous and painful death.
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OMG is that hot!
ravenaj
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No, she did not murder the hot-tempered king. She did not even plot to do so.
Nevertheless she was charged with high treason. And found guilty. Only because he wanted to punish her.
The man called in a last favour. He asked to stay with this infamous female creature for the rest of his life. The king was furious about that, but he granted it. And she knew why it was granted. This wish brought horrible torture, slow death, doom.
This stupid man did it only because he loved her. Dearly. As she loved him. True, she would have done the same for this man. But now she was angry. She had been convinced, he had heeded her advice to forget her, to find another girl. But she was angry with herself, too, because of her selfish joy and thankfulness that this beloved man would not leave her side till their dire end.
The furious king told them to marry. And the bridal night was the beginning of their ordeal.
Personally he watched over their punishment. At the beginning he made them suffer only minor humilations. Among others he ordered to consumate the marriage in public. So the pair was brought to the marketplace. In the midst of the curious crowd all their clothes were removed. The man was fixed to a rack, and in front of everybody she had to bring his penis to an erection. She took time to do so. At the beginning she was shy, afraid of the dirty jokes of the people. But soon she realized, from now on her only purpose in life was this man at the rack.
It was obvious she used the oportunity for more than just a last caressing. She wanted to give him heaven, with breasts and vulva, hands and mouth. And finally she succeeded. It was obvious he was going to ejaculate any second. But immediately she was made to squat over him and insert his penis.
No chance for an orgasm. The king wanted the guards not only to hinder them permanently to feel sexual lust , he wanted the pair to suffer by beeing together. He even planned to make them hate each other.
The man on the rack was still not able to move. So it was the woman who was grabbed, her body was bent forwards and backwards. And they stitched up their genitals against each other with some boiled out guts. It was dawning on the couple that they would stay together like this for the rest of their life.
The day and the following night they spent in a cage, dangling from the palace walls. It was chilly and damp. In the pale light of the moon they huddled up, embraced each other, kissed, and tried carefully to move their tightly attached private parts. But all the efforts to satisfy their sexual lust were in vain. It was not even possible to empty the bladders.
Next morning they were brought to the place of execution. Sewn together it was easier for them when he carried his love, her legs around his hips. He had to get with her on a bullock wagon. Guards escorted them and a second cart, fully laden with utensils necessary for their torture.
Outside of the city, at the glacis, the pair had to climbe up a wooden podium. There were two beams, side by side, with a small gap in between. It looked like a bench, but they knew, what the gap was for. Whatever would happen to them primarily, at the end it was intended to impale them.
Now they had to sit down there. The couple held tight, kissed. The guards gave them some seconds, but then they ordered them to lean back. They stretched out their limbs, fastened his arms at her legs, and vice versa. With iron shackles every movement of the two bodies was made impossible. The guards inserted funnels in the mouths. And slowly but steadily the bellies were filled with water.
More and more onlookers gathered around the podium. Only in the afternoon the executioner would start his work. Now they watched mere the preparations. At the best some convulsing limbs, when a new water hose was emptied.
The man and the woman on the podest did not have many opportunities to think about something else than swallowing, breathing, and avoiding to vomit. He felt her cough attacks with the penis in her body, but he was distracted by his own fight against the water and it‘s tendency to fill the lungs instead of the belly.
Finally the peers arrived, a herald told the people about the crimes of the condemned. And the deathsmen started to check their knives.
No funnels any more, the chains less tight. What a relief!
When he raised his head, he could not see her any more. There were only the big mountain s of bellies. And he raised his head more than once, when his body convulsed because of the cramps in his intestine.
There was continuous pressure on the bladder. But at the best some drops trickled from their sewed genitals.
His hands felt for her calves, her ankles. There were the irons and the chains. He started to caress her feet. She answered, and her legs rubbed tenderly against his chest.
Then some masked tortureres planted themself in front of him. There were knives and hooks, red-hot tongs, pincers, pins and big needles.
Suddenly her legs started to twitch. Her hands clenched his shanks. A groan. He raised his head and gazed terrified. Guts gushed out of her belly, bloated, heavy. They slipped from her body to the platform, to the ground.
And then cautiously they cut in his swollen belly, too. The first intestinal loop oozed out. They extended the cuts, from breastbone to pubis. Without any hurry the executioners started to work in the open bellies, to sew, to cut, to scorche with hot irons. The pain was unbelievable, but neither of the couple passed out. They grabbed each others limbs, felt the suffering of the beloved. Their connected genitals communicated. And so they found strength, escaped madness.
Finally all the guts were removed. Two empty bodies, but still alive. Inside them the executioners fumbled around less and less.
And as soon as it did not seem that the delinquents would bleed to death, the hangmen started with the next step.
The chains were relaxed even more, and the guards helped the man and the woman to sit up. With open mouths the spectators looked at the disembowelled bodies. Just as the delinquents did.
Within their hollow bellies they could see hardly some remnants. The bowels existed only as stumps. the guts were plainly cut off and sewed up. Then he noticed the charred wounds, where the hot iron had stopped all the bleedings. And the bulging balls down there could only be their urinary bladders.
Suddenly the woman started to tremble. His penis felt something penetrating her anus. Something big. Then he saw it. And noticed that an other stake was just beginning to overstrech his anus, too.
The man barely noticed the slicing of his own stomach to allow his pole to leave the belly. He was only interested in the woman. Her stake had already intruded the oesophagus in her chest. He noticed her pain, saw the dismay in her face. When she felt the pole appear in her throat, she darted a last look at him. Then she was forced to tilt her head back, and soon afterwards the stake came out of her mouth.
He stared at her. Admired for a last time her beautiful breasts. And then he had to tilt back his own head.
To prevent them from asphyxation the executiners inserted two small tubes in their windpipes. Then they adjusted the two bodies and started to sew the open sides of the bellies at each other, his to hers. At the end there was only one single, large, empty space. And before they comleted their work, they stuffed them through the hole with pitch and sawdust, everything in small hoses.
The two stakes were secured with two thin crossbars in a parallel position, one near their heads, one near their buttocks. Chains fixated the arms behind the back of the other. The legs were bent at the knees, the ankles shackled to the lower crossbar.
Now the pair was transported to a fireplace. They would not burn, they would roast to death. The guards mounted them to a big rotisserie. They even pinned the poles through a mirror to reflect the heat toward their faces.
The mirror had a side effect. The man and the woman could see what happened around them. But the most important thing she saw was the love in his eyes when he looked at her. No, the king would never succeed. Their love was too great. Burning for each other, hotter than the embers below them.
When they started to rotate, the world around them vanished slowly. For a long time she felt his caressing hands at her back. Then all sensation including the horrible pain went away. Their hair was scorched. The skin started to become crispy, then carbonized. Arms and legs shrank, distorted in their joints. Finally their vision became blurred. Her face was the last he saw. He would take it with him to eternity.
For hours the people saw slight movements of the tortured. But finally, at the midnight hour, the combustible inside their body ignited. The servants rotating the couple ran away in panic. All the area was ablaze.
The people gazed at the horrifying sight. Afraid, cowed.
Only the king was highly pleased.
Nevertheless she was charged with high treason. And found guilty. Only because he wanted to punish her.
The man called in a last favour. He asked to stay with this infamous female creature for the rest of his life. The king was furious about that, but he granted it. And she knew why it was granted. This wish brought horrible torture, slow death, doom.
This stupid man did it only because he loved her. Dearly. As she loved him. True, she would have done the same for this man. But now she was angry. She had been convinced, he had heeded her advice to forget her, to find another girl. But she was angry with herself, too, because of her selfish joy and thankfulness that this beloved man would not leave her side till their dire end.
The furious king told them to marry. And the bridal night was the beginning of their ordeal.
Personally he watched over their punishment. At the beginning he made them suffer only minor humilations. Among others he ordered to consumate the marriage in public. So the pair was brought to the marketplace. In the midst of the curious crowd all their clothes were removed. The man was fixed to a rack, and in front of everybody she had to bring his penis to an erection. She took time to do so. At the beginning she was shy, afraid of the dirty jokes of the people. But soon she realized, from now on her only purpose in life was this man at the rack.
It was obvious she used the oportunity for more than just a last caressing. She wanted to give him heaven, with breasts and vulva, hands and mouth. And finally she succeeded. It was obvious he was going to ejaculate any second. But immediately she was made to squat over him and insert his penis.
No chance for an orgasm. The king wanted the guards not only to hinder them permanently to feel sexual lust , he wanted the pair to suffer by beeing together. He even planned to make them hate each other.
The man on the rack was still not able to move. So it was the woman who was grabbed, her body was bent forwards and backwards. And they stitched up their genitals against each other with some boiled out guts. It was dawning on the couple that they would stay together like this for the rest of their life.
The day and the following night they spent in a cage, dangling from the palace walls. It was chilly and damp. In the pale light of the moon they huddled up, embraced each other, kissed, and tried carefully to move their tightly attached private parts. But all the efforts to satisfy their sexual lust were in vain. It was not even possible to empty the bladders.
Next morning they were brought to the place of execution. Sewn together it was easier for them when he carried his love, her legs around his hips. He had to get with her on a bullock wagon. Guards escorted them and a second cart, fully laden with utensils necessary for their torture.
Outside of the city, at the glacis, the pair had to climbe up a wooden podium. There were two beams, side by side, with a small gap in between. It looked like a bench, but they knew, what the gap was for. Whatever would happen to them primarily, at the end it was intended to impale them.
Now they had to sit down there. The couple held tight, kissed. The guards gave them some seconds, but then they ordered them to lean back. They stretched out their limbs, fastened his arms at her legs, and vice versa. With iron shackles every movement of the two bodies was made impossible. The guards inserted funnels in the mouths. And slowly but steadily the bellies were filled with water.
More and more onlookers gathered around the podium. Only in the afternoon the executioner would start his work. Now they watched mere the preparations. At the best some convulsing limbs, when a new water hose was emptied.
The man and the woman on the podest did not have many opportunities to think about something else than swallowing, breathing, and avoiding to vomit. He felt her cough attacks with the penis in her body, but he was distracted by his own fight against the water and it‘s tendency to fill the lungs instead of the belly.
Finally the peers arrived, a herald told the people about the crimes of the condemned. And the deathsmen started to check their knives.
No funnels any more, the chains less tight. What a relief!
When he raised his head, he could not see her any more. There were only the big mountain s of bellies. And he raised his head more than once, when his body convulsed because of the cramps in his intestine.
There was continuous pressure on the bladder. But at the best some drops trickled from their sewed genitals.
His hands felt for her calves, her ankles. There were the irons and the chains. He started to caress her feet. She answered, and her legs rubbed tenderly against his chest.
Then some masked tortureres planted themself in front of him. There were knives and hooks, red-hot tongs, pincers, pins and big needles.
Suddenly her legs started to twitch. Her hands clenched his shanks. A groan. He raised his head and gazed terrified. Guts gushed out of her belly, bloated, heavy. They slipped from her body to the platform, to the ground.
And then cautiously they cut in his swollen belly, too. The first intestinal loop oozed out. They extended the cuts, from breastbone to pubis. Without any hurry the executioners started to work in the open bellies, to sew, to cut, to scorche with hot irons. The pain was unbelievable, but neither of the couple passed out. They grabbed each others limbs, felt the suffering of the beloved. Their connected genitals communicated. And so they found strength, escaped madness.
Finally all the guts were removed. Two empty bodies, but still alive. Inside them the executioners fumbled around less and less.
And as soon as it did not seem that the delinquents would bleed to death, the hangmen started with the next step.
The chains were relaxed even more, and the guards helped the man and the woman to sit up. With open mouths the spectators looked at the disembowelled bodies. Just as the delinquents did.
Within their hollow bellies they could see hardly some remnants. The bowels existed only as stumps. the guts were plainly cut off and sewed up. Then he noticed the charred wounds, where the hot iron had stopped all the bleedings. And the bulging balls down there could only be their urinary bladders.
Suddenly the woman started to tremble. His penis felt something penetrating her anus. Something big. Then he saw it. And noticed that an other stake was just beginning to overstrech his anus, too.
The man barely noticed the slicing of his own stomach to allow his pole to leave the belly. He was only interested in the woman. Her stake had already intruded the oesophagus in her chest. He noticed her pain, saw the dismay in her face. When she felt the pole appear in her throat, she darted a last look at him. Then she was forced to tilt her head back, and soon afterwards the stake came out of her mouth.
He stared at her. Admired for a last time her beautiful breasts. And then he had to tilt back his own head.
To prevent them from asphyxation the executiners inserted two small tubes in their windpipes. Then they adjusted the two bodies and started to sew the open sides of the bellies at each other, his to hers. At the end there was only one single, large, empty space. And before they comleted their work, they stuffed them through the hole with pitch and sawdust, everything in small hoses.
The two stakes were secured with two thin crossbars in a parallel position, one near their heads, one near their buttocks. Chains fixated the arms behind the back of the other. The legs were bent at the knees, the ankles shackled to the lower crossbar.
Now the pair was transported to a fireplace. They would not burn, they would roast to death. The guards mounted them to a big rotisserie. They even pinned the poles through a mirror to reflect the heat toward their faces.
The mirror had a side effect. The man and the woman could see what happened around them. But the most important thing she saw was the love in his eyes when he looked at her. No, the king would never succeed. Their love was too great. Burning for each other, hotter than the embers below them.
When they started to rotate, the world around them vanished slowly. For a long time she felt his caressing hands at her back. Then all sensation including the horrible pain went away. Their hair was scorched. The skin started to become crispy, then carbonized. Arms and legs shrank, distorted in their joints. Finally their vision became blurred. Her face was the last he saw. He would take it with him to eternity.
For hours the people saw slight movements of the tortured. But finally, at the midnight hour, the combustible inside their body ignited. The servants rotating the couple ran away in panic. All the area was ablaze.
The people gazed at the horrifying sight. Afraid, cowed.
Only the king was highly pleased.
