DarknessMonger
Magistrate
While looking at old backup folders found this story I wrote long ago, I think 10 years ago
I hope my writing has improved a little since then.
I would love to know how the girls that often get into trouble in this forum would do in a similar dilema
The Contest
six young female bodies dancing in the night, at the light of the fire. Chants where heard, then male voices, yelling orders. And screams, female screams, trying to escape, to get away, but they were surrounded, and it didn't take long before all six of them fell in the hands of the guards.
Their hands were tied behind her backs, were put in line and another long rope was passed around the neck of each woman.
Fear in her faces, and breathing heavily, partly for the sprint trying to flee, part for the terror they were felling. They all knew to well where were they going, and what would happen, tied and fully surrounded by guards there was no escape.
The guards led them to the prison, the heavy doors closed behind them, they knew the only way to get out there was to be executed.
The women were put each one in a separate cell and left there for the night. their sleep interrupted several times by the agonized screams coming from the nearby torture chamber.
In the morning the door opened and several men entered the hall in front of the cells.
"Welcome" the High Inquisitor said. "It's good to know your friend Lisa gave us accurate information on where to find you, took us four days to get that information out of her. Too bad she died shortly after that"
"As you were caught in fraganti we don't need your confession to the charge of witchcraft, we can proceed directly to your public execution. As you know for the charge of witchcraft you must suffer the most vile and horrible death an evil mind can imagine, but holy men as we are we cannot provide you with the just payment for your crimes, that's why we have decided that to punish you we need to rely on the most perverted people in the town: yourselves!".
"It's very simple: each of you will think on the most slow and painful death you can imagine, we will then judge the first and last place, the winner will be set free, the one in the last place will suffer the death described by the winner, with some enhancements we can add from the other submissions, even her own one. The remaining will watch the execution and get ideas for next week when we will repeat the same procedure".
"We will judge the variety and originality of the punishment, as well as if it's a good example for the crowd. We have a well equiped dungeon, and very able torture masters, so let your imagination go wild. You have until the night, when we will be talking to each of you in private".
The Contest - part 2
In the morning all the prisoners where chained with their hands behind their back, another chain restraining the ankles. They were led to the main hall to hear the sentence.
Once they were standing in front of the big wooden desk in the center of the room, the Inquisitor spoke:
"Silvia. You have made the town a real good telling us how to deal with the most perverse criminals, you are free to go after watching the execution".
She couldn't contain a sigh of relief knowing that her life was spared, but then felt guilt by thinking on what would that freedom cost to one of her friends.
"Maria. You will be given another chance next time, you will witness the execution, and then be returned to your cell".
"Rose. You too will have an opportunity for redemption next week".
"Catalina. You too".
"and also..."- He looked in the eyes of the remaining girls enjoying the
moment- " Cecilia".
"That means that you, Isabella, are condemned to death, your former accomplishes being the architects of your demise. the sentence will be carried immediately. I will leave the details as a surprise, let's just say that every inch of your body will pay for your sins during the next six hours or more".
"Guards! take her away and prepare her. And take the other to their special seats!"
Isabella started crying and screaming while the guards dragged her to another room where they removed all her clothing, and tied her spread eagled to a table.
The barber was summoned in the room, he then started to remove all hair from her body. The poor woman was trembling in fear and started to cry.
"Save that for when we really start working on your body" one of the guards said, followed by the laughter of his comrades. Meanwhile the barber had just finished the armpits and was working on the crotch area. "No please, what are you doing?" the girl cried. Finally he produced some scissors and started removing the hair from her head also. After that a funnel was forced inside her mouth and she was forced to swallow a bitter liquid. "It's an stimulant, will keep you from fainting so frequently during your execution, I've been told it also makes your body more aware of the pain" He said as the last drops where put down the funnel.
"Ready, we can now proceed with your sentence, aren't you eager to get rid of your sins?. Bring the Horse!"
The poor girl watched as the torture device was dragged into the room. It was shaped like a horse indeed, with wheels instead of hooves. It was made of wood, with a very sharp edge, in the edge were 2 holes about 3 inches in diameter each. "This will be your vehicle to the execution platform, you will be riding this while we give you a tour for the town. But before we put you in there's something we still need to do".
Having said that he put his fingers in a bucket full of lard put them inside the poor woman's anus and vagina, who turned red with embarrassment. After that she was untied from the table and her wrist quickly tied behind her back; she was utterly helpless while two guards grabbed her by the legs and put her on the
horse's sharp edge so she rested over the two orifices. She screamed as the hard wood dug deep between her legs. Wasting no time both guards tied a rope to each of her ankles and tied the other end to the lower part of the horse, the ropes were then tightened, bringing her further down on the horse as she screamed in response.
"You are almost ready, now just a little addition so you won't fall down". The guard then reached under the horse's body and started turning a handle, at once a rounded pole started raising from one of the holes in the horse and was pushing inside Isabella's ass. Another handle did the same for the other pole, the one directed at her pussy. Once he made sure both were well aligned he gave another turn to each handle, then another. both poles were about about 5 inches deep inside the girl's body by now. She screamed both on pain and despair knowing that this would be just the beginning.
Both handles were turned again slowly, causing more screams from the victim, the front pole was already starting to push her cervix, the other one rearranging her intestines. The guard stopped working on the front pole, and now just turned the rear one. One, two, three turns more, causing more pain than she had felt in her whole life It was already more than 15 inches inside. "We can make it come out of your mouth you know? but there are different plans for you." Having said that the horse was dragged out of the room into the courtyard, and outside to the streets.
A proclaimer was walking before her yelling "Hear ye, hear ye, come watch justice being done to the evil witch"
People looked out of the window, insulting the poor girl, throwing rotten fruits and even the contents of the chamber pot at her. Some were getting out of their homes and joining the grim procession. The journey continued trough the streets full of rocks and holes, each abrupt movement of the horse causing great pain to the woman whose voice competed with that of the proclaimer.
After about an hour of traveling every street in town they finally arrived at the execution platform, a lot of people were already gathered, Isabella could see her former friends in the first line, all of them chained except for Silvia, who didn't dare look her in the eyes.
At the platform were a gallows pole, ropes, a lot of strange looking devices and whips in a table. A hooded man wearing black clothes was directing two guards who where preparing a bed of coals.
The executioner made a sign to the guards, go then lowered the bars inside her body and released her from the horse, she was then dragged to the center of the platform and put face down. Her ankles where pulled behind her back and tied to her writs, then ropes were tied to her knees and pulled in different directions spreading her body.
The executioner then took three pear shaped devices of different sizes and approached the victim. He pulled her head by the hair, and when she screamed he stuck one of the pears inside her mouth, only the handle was protruding. He gave three turns to the handle, the device starting to expand inside her mouth, her muted screams reverberating through the metal intruder. He continued with the turning of the screw until it was impossible to move the device, the poor woman felt as if her jaw was about to break.
Having done that he moved between her legs, and putting the point of the biggest pear in the entrance of her vagina he started to push, even though the instrument was completely closed the insertion was painful, so big it was. He didn't expand it yet, but quickly repeated the operation with the remaining pear in her anus while muted screams came to her mouth.
Now with both pears inserted he started to turn the screws two turns each, and moving the device inside her. Then other turn and another probe until both were so tight that wouldn't move an inch and still he gave and additional half turn. All the while the woman was desperate crying and trying to beg for mercy, but only unintelligible sounds came out of her mouth, not that anybody would have shown any mercy to the witch.
The ropes on her knees where untied and she was dragged under the gallows pole. A double rope was lowered to the floor and each end tied to a ring in the handle of each of the pears in her crotch. Even the touching on the handles to tie the ropes gave her incredible pain. Now when they started to raise the rope again it was pure hellish agony as she felt as if her tender parts were being ripped apart. The windlass was turned slowly, each turn raising her a little more, each tick followed by a muted scream, and the yell of approval of the crowd.
After a few turns she was hanging completely by the pears, then the executioner went to the table to bring more instruments to further inflict pain to the condemned witch, he returned to his victim carrying a small vice like device, the inner parts of it full of spikes. He proceded to place it in her left breast and slowly turn the screws. The girl couldn't believe how they added even more pain to what she was already suffering, and feared that this wouldn't be the worst she would experience today.
Her generous sized breast was turning red as it was compressed and small drops of blood started to flow from where the spikes penetrated her skin. The same operation was repeated with the right tit, slowly, tears flowing freely from the poor woman's eyes.
After both vices were tightened he approached with two weights of about 10 Kg each and hanged them from the vices increasing the weight supported by her ass and pussy. Her breasts where stretched downwards and she just moaned, incapable of screaming.
As if the weight wasn't enough already he produced another weight, this one of 20 Kg, and attached it to the pear protuding from her mouth.
They left her hanging in her agony for an hour while they prepared the next tortures in her execution
I hope my writing has improved a little since then.
I would love to know how the girls that often get into trouble in this forum would do in a similar dilema
The Contest
six young female bodies dancing in the night, at the light of the fire. Chants where heard, then male voices, yelling orders. And screams, female screams, trying to escape, to get away, but they were surrounded, and it didn't take long before all six of them fell in the hands of the guards.
Their hands were tied behind her backs, were put in line and another long rope was passed around the neck of each woman.
Fear in her faces, and breathing heavily, partly for the sprint trying to flee, part for the terror they were felling. They all knew to well where were they going, and what would happen, tied and fully surrounded by guards there was no escape.
The guards led them to the prison, the heavy doors closed behind them, they knew the only way to get out there was to be executed.
The women were put each one in a separate cell and left there for the night. their sleep interrupted several times by the agonized screams coming from the nearby torture chamber.
In the morning the door opened and several men entered the hall in front of the cells.
"Welcome" the High Inquisitor said. "It's good to know your friend Lisa gave us accurate information on where to find you, took us four days to get that information out of her. Too bad she died shortly after that"
"As you were caught in fraganti we don't need your confession to the charge of witchcraft, we can proceed directly to your public execution. As you know for the charge of witchcraft you must suffer the most vile and horrible death an evil mind can imagine, but holy men as we are we cannot provide you with the just payment for your crimes, that's why we have decided that to punish you we need to rely on the most perverted people in the town: yourselves!".
"It's very simple: each of you will think on the most slow and painful death you can imagine, we will then judge the first and last place, the winner will be set free, the one in the last place will suffer the death described by the winner, with some enhancements we can add from the other submissions, even her own one. The remaining will watch the execution and get ideas for next week when we will repeat the same procedure".
"We will judge the variety and originality of the punishment, as well as if it's a good example for the crowd. We have a well equiped dungeon, and very able torture masters, so let your imagination go wild. You have until the night, when we will be talking to each of you in private".
The Contest - part 2
In the morning all the prisoners where chained with their hands behind their back, another chain restraining the ankles. They were led to the main hall to hear the sentence.
Once they were standing in front of the big wooden desk in the center of the room, the Inquisitor spoke:
"Silvia. You have made the town a real good telling us how to deal with the most perverse criminals, you are free to go after watching the execution".
She couldn't contain a sigh of relief knowing that her life was spared, but then felt guilt by thinking on what would that freedom cost to one of her friends.
"Maria. You will be given another chance next time, you will witness the execution, and then be returned to your cell".
"Rose. You too will have an opportunity for redemption next week".
"Catalina. You too".
"and also..."- He looked in the eyes of the remaining girls enjoying the
moment- " Cecilia".
"That means that you, Isabella, are condemned to death, your former accomplishes being the architects of your demise. the sentence will be carried immediately. I will leave the details as a surprise, let's just say that every inch of your body will pay for your sins during the next six hours or more".
"Guards! take her away and prepare her. And take the other to their special seats!"
Isabella started crying and screaming while the guards dragged her to another room where they removed all her clothing, and tied her spread eagled to a table.
The barber was summoned in the room, he then started to remove all hair from her body. The poor woman was trembling in fear and started to cry.
"Save that for when we really start working on your body" one of the guards said, followed by the laughter of his comrades. Meanwhile the barber had just finished the armpits and was working on the crotch area. "No please, what are you doing?" the girl cried. Finally he produced some scissors and started removing the hair from her head also. After that a funnel was forced inside her mouth and she was forced to swallow a bitter liquid. "It's an stimulant, will keep you from fainting so frequently during your execution, I've been told it also makes your body more aware of the pain" He said as the last drops where put down the funnel.
"Ready, we can now proceed with your sentence, aren't you eager to get rid of your sins?. Bring the Horse!"
The poor girl watched as the torture device was dragged into the room. It was shaped like a horse indeed, with wheels instead of hooves. It was made of wood, with a very sharp edge, in the edge were 2 holes about 3 inches in diameter each. "This will be your vehicle to the execution platform, you will be riding this while we give you a tour for the town. But before we put you in there's something we still need to do".
Having said that he put his fingers in a bucket full of lard put them inside the poor woman's anus and vagina, who turned red with embarrassment. After that she was untied from the table and her wrist quickly tied behind her back; she was utterly helpless while two guards grabbed her by the legs and put her on the
horse's sharp edge so she rested over the two orifices. She screamed as the hard wood dug deep between her legs. Wasting no time both guards tied a rope to each of her ankles and tied the other end to the lower part of the horse, the ropes were then tightened, bringing her further down on the horse as she screamed in response.
"You are almost ready, now just a little addition so you won't fall down". The guard then reached under the horse's body and started turning a handle, at once a rounded pole started raising from one of the holes in the horse and was pushing inside Isabella's ass. Another handle did the same for the other pole, the one directed at her pussy. Once he made sure both were well aligned he gave another turn to each handle, then another. both poles were about about 5 inches deep inside the girl's body by now. She screamed both on pain and despair knowing that this would be just the beginning.
Both handles were turned again slowly, causing more screams from the victim, the front pole was already starting to push her cervix, the other one rearranging her intestines. The guard stopped working on the front pole, and now just turned the rear one. One, two, three turns more, causing more pain than she had felt in her whole life It was already more than 15 inches inside. "We can make it come out of your mouth you know? but there are different plans for you." Having said that the horse was dragged out of the room into the courtyard, and outside to the streets.
A proclaimer was walking before her yelling "Hear ye, hear ye, come watch justice being done to the evil witch"
People looked out of the window, insulting the poor girl, throwing rotten fruits and even the contents of the chamber pot at her. Some were getting out of their homes and joining the grim procession. The journey continued trough the streets full of rocks and holes, each abrupt movement of the horse causing great pain to the woman whose voice competed with that of the proclaimer.
After about an hour of traveling every street in town they finally arrived at the execution platform, a lot of people were already gathered, Isabella could see her former friends in the first line, all of them chained except for Silvia, who didn't dare look her in the eyes.
At the platform were a gallows pole, ropes, a lot of strange looking devices and whips in a table. A hooded man wearing black clothes was directing two guards who where preparing a bed of coals.
The executioner made a sign to the guards, go then lowered the bars inside her body and released her from the horse, she was then dragged to the center of the platform and put face down. Her ankles where pulled behind her back and tied to her writs, then ropes were tied to her knees and pulled in different directions spreading her body.
The executioner then took three pear shaped devices of different sizes and approached the victim. He pulled her head by the hair, and when she screamed he stuck one of the pears inside her mouth, only the handle was protruding. He gave three turns to the handle, the device starting to expand inside her mouth, her muted screams reverberating through the metal intruder. He continued with the turning of the screw until it was impossible to move the device, the poor woman felt as if her jaw was about to break.
Having done that he moved between her legs, and putting the point of the biggest pear in the entrance of her vagina he started to push, even though the instrument was completely closed the insertion was painful, so big it was. He didn't expand it yet, but quickly repeated the operation with the remaining pear in her anus while muted screams came to her mouth.
Now with both pears inserted he started to turn the screws two turns each, and moving the device inside her. Then other turn and another probe until both were so tight that wouldn't move an inch and still he gave and additional half turn. All the while the woman was desperate crying and trying to beg for mercy, but only unintelligible sounds came out of her mouth, not that anybody would have shown any mercy to the witch.
The ropes on her knees where untied and she was dragged under the gallows pole. A double rope was lowered to the floor and each end tied to a ring in the handle of each of the pears in her crotch. Even the touching on the handles to tie the ropes gave her incredible pain. Now when they started to raise the rope again it was pure hellish agony as she felt as if her tender parts were being ripped apart. The windlass was turned slowly, each turn raising her a little more, each tick followed by a muted scream, and the yell of approval of the crowd.
After a few turns she was hanging completely by the pears, then the executioner went to the table to bring more instruments to further inflict pain to the condemned witch, he returned to his victim carrying a small vice like device, the inner parts of it full of spikes. He proceded to place it in her left breast and slowly turn the screws. The girl couldn't believe how they added even more pain to what she was already suffering, and feared that this wouldn't be the worst she would experience today.
Her generous sized breast was turning red as it was compressed and small drops of blood started to flow from where the spikes penetrated her skin. The same operation was repeated with the right tit, slowly, tears flowing freely from the poor woman's eyes.
After both vices were tightened he approached with two weights of about 10 Kg each and hanged them from the vices increasing the weight supported by her ass and pussy. Her breasts where stretched downwards and she just moaned, incapable of screaming.
As if the weight wasn't enough already he produced another weight, this one of 20 Kg, and attached it to the pear protuding from her mouth.
They left her hanging in her agony for an hour while they prepared the next tortures in her execution
