The ordeals of Alisa Foxen

[Doragon]

Chapter 3: First Day, morning​

(part 5 of 5)

“Time for a break,” sounded the megaphone. The crowd applauded and cheered, women’s voices ululating. Drinks and snacks went around in the crowd as salesmen walked around selling their products. Not for Alisa though. She was given a cup to her lips and as she drank from it, she tasted semen. No doubt from Charles and William again. It was less this time and it tasted less strong. It was watery, and she understood with some relief they were running out of semen. She swallowed it without much difficulty this time, but once it was down, she pleaded with broken voice for water to wash away the taste and sticky feeling down her throat. They put her back on her feet, but her legs kept buckling and she could hardly stand. Her back was on fire, from shoulders to buttocks. On several places her skin had broken and was bleeding. They didn’t care for her, but they did give her some water to at least wet her mouth. Not enough to quench her thirst though, or wash away the foul taste of semen.

“Thirty-six lashes so far,” said Mahdi in her ear after he came up behind her.
“Must be excruciatingly painful,” he added with a smile. Alisa whimpered.
“This will help,” he said, gesturing at the two assistants who came over with a board on a stick. It looked a bit like a sign, though nothing was written on the old wood. Mahdi lifted her body up as far as the ropes allowed. Alisa yelped as she felt her sore back pressing against him. Glancing down she saw how they placed the stick into a hole in the stage between her legs. When the stick was in place, the vertical wooden board was just below her crotch. Mahdi lowered her on it and she cried out when the sharp edge of it dug between her buttocks and into her vulva.
“Just to prevent you from losing your footing again,” he said while patting her with his hand on her burning buttocks. “Sit down on it all you want; it can carry your weight.” He reached around her and pulled her lips open to make sure the sharp wooden board was between her lips, pressing against her clitoris.
Alisa gasped and raised herself on her toes to avoid having to sit on the sharp edge of the board. And she felt how even the slightest buckling of her knees would either lower her crotch more painfully onto the board or even cause her to slide over the sharp edge while it dug in between her pussy lips.

“We’re no monsters,” said Mahdi while caressing her breasts. “We don’t mind if you enjoy the torture.” One of the helpers came over with an extension cord and while kneeling in front of Alisa he attached a magic wand to a clip at the front of the wooden board. She was shocked to see such a device here. It felt so out of place in this barbaric setting. And who would use such a thing in this world? Were women allowed to masturbate? She really had no idea.
The assistant switched the electric device on, causing the white plastic ball to angrily vibrate, it’s tremors reverberating through the board. Alisa gasped when she felt the vibrations tingling at her crotch. But Mahdi made it even worse when he took her hips and pushed, making her slide forward, dragging her crotch painfully over the board until her clit met with the vibrating magic wand. She cried out when the intense vibrations started to stimulate her clitoris and immediately, she felt her arousal rising, despite the pain she was enduring. That pain got less as endorphins got released in her body, but she didn’t get a chance to enjoy it for long. He pulled her back again, breaking contact with the vibrator.
“Feel free to push your hips forward if you can,” said Mahdi, releasing her and stepping away from the woman.

“Twelve lashes to her legs,” announced the judge over the megaphone, both in Arabic and English. “And let’s see what a whore she really is.”

Alisa screamed as she felt the whip kiss the backside of her legs, making her feel as if she was stabbed with a knife in the back of her thighs or in her calves, causing her legs to tremble and cramp. Thick red welts appeared at the back of her thighs and her body writhed in agony. At the same time she was still aroused enough to know where to get relief and she tried to move her feet forward, which was impossible because of the ropes. She couldn’t resist trying to push her hips forward, stimulated as she was by the tremors going through the board. The board pressed hard and sharp in her slit, making it hard to accomplish. Only by working back and forth could she slowly work her crotch forward, as if pushing her sex towards the crowd, trying to meet the humming vibrator that was tantalizingly close to her clitoris. The whip kept burning the backside of her legs, opening her skin at several places, when she finally met with the vibrator. Her position made her crotch ache with the sharpness of the board digging into her, while at the same time stretching the back of her legs and her shoulders most painfully. But the sensation of the vibrator head against her clitoris made her shudder in pleasure and she closed her eyes as waves of relieving lust swept through her body. The lashes to the back of her legs now became more like a fiery stinging sensation and she quickly lost count while she masturbated herself on the vibrator, no longer caring she was doing it right in front of the large crowd, that had by now even doubled in size. The crowd in the meantime loved what she was doing but was also more than ready to condemn her actions and they angrily called her whore and slut while pelting little stones at her. One of the stones hit her above her eyebrow and left a bleeding wound. Another hit her on her left breasts, causing the crowd to cheer. The judge stepped in, telling people to stop throwing things. In the meantime, the camera was filming her ordeal from every possible angle, even from below.

A second series of twelve blows were delivered to Alisa’s legs, while she kept pushing her clitoris against the vibrator. There was a war going on inside her body between pleasure and pain and she had a hard time making it flip over to the right side. The whipping was most painful, especially the lashes hitting her in the knee cavities. At the same time the vibrator kept her on her toes, and she was shaking with the waves of excitement she was feeling as well.
In her struggles she glanced sideways again, looking at Charles, and she was shocked to see he had another erection while he wasn’t even masturbated. How could he already have another erection? Was he insatiable? Was this so arousing to watch? He was jerking his hips in the air and as she watched, she saw his cock starting to erupt, thick globs of semen spraying out over the wooden planks of the platform. She gasped and pressed her crotch even harder against the vibrator, also wanting the same sensation of relief. She really had to strain her legs to push herself further to the front and gasped as she felt her muscles cramping. At the same time, she felt the whip ending another cycle on her legs and now it was going to freely spread out all over her backside, unpredictably hitting her shoulder, middle, buttocks or legs. She looked at William and saw him jerking into thin air as well, grunting as he tried to cum. She locked eyes with his, recognizing the despair in his gaze.

“Cum for me,” she gasped, pushing herself to the limit, her slit now covering the broad head of the vibrator so it was locked into the tight entrance of her vagina.

“Let’s cum together,” he grunted in equal despair. The whip kept cracking against her backside while she started shaking. She finally convulsed violently, the orgasm tearing through her tortured body. William sprayed his semen all over the floor while they both cried out.

When the orgasm, which she had achieved with so much difficulty, finally ebbed away, the full agony of her whipped and bleeding backside started to overwhelm her, the endorphins no longer countering that. She sobbed as she lost all her strength at this point and collapsed on the board. The crowd cheered.

 

[nicole]

Chapter 3: First Day, morning​

(part 5 of 5)

“Time for a break,” sounded the megaphone. The crowd applauded and cheered, women’s voices ululating. Drinks and snacks went around in the crowd as salesmen walked around selling their products. Not for Alisa though. She was given a cup to her lips and as she drank from it, she tasted semen. No doubt from Charles and William again. It was less this time and it tasted less strong. It was watery, and she understood with some relief they were running out of semen. She swallowed it without much difficulty this time, but once it was down, she pleaded with broken voice for water to wash away the taste and sticky feeling down her throat. They put her back on her feet, but her legs kept buckling and she could hardly stand. Her back was on fire, from shoulders to buttocks. On several places her skin had broken and was bleeding. They didn’t care for her, but they did give her some water to at least wet her mouth. Not enough to quench her thirst though, or wash away the foul taste of semen.

“Thirty-six lashes so far,” said Mahdi in her ear after he came up behind her.
“Must be excruciatingly painful,” he added with a smile. Alisa whimpered.
“This will help,” he said, gesturing at the two assistants who came over with a board on a stick. It looked a bit like a sign, though nothing was written on the old wood. Mahdi lifted her body up as far as the ropes allowed. Alisa yelped as she felt her sore back pressing against him. Glancing down she saw how they placed the stick into a hole in the stage between her legs. When the stick was in place, the vertical wooden board was just below her crotch. Mahdi lowered her on it and she cried out when the sharp edge of it dug between her buttocks and into her vulva.
“Just to prevent you from losing your footing again,” he said while patting her with his hand on her burning buttocks. “Sit down on it all you want; it can carry your weight.” He reached around her and pulled her lips open to make sure the sharp wooden board was between her lips, pressing against her clitoris.
Alisa gasped and raised herself on her toes to avoid having to sit on the sharp edge of the board. And she felt how even the slightest buckling of her knees would either lower her crotch more painfully onto the board or even cause her to slide over the sharp edge while it dug in between her pussy lips.

“We’re no monsters,” said Mahdi while caressing her breasts. “We don’t mind if you enjoy the torture.” One of the helpers came over with an extension cord and while kneeling in front of Alisa he attached a magic wand to a clip at the front of the wooden board. She was shocked to see such a device here. It felt so out of place in this barbaric setting. And who would use such a thing in this world? Were women allowed to masturbate? She really had no idea.
The assistant switched the electric device on, causing the white plastic ball to angrily vibrate, it’s tremors reverberating through the board. Alisa gasped when she felt the vibrations tingling at her crotch. But Mahdi made it even worse when he took her hips and pushed, making her slide forward, dragging her crotch painfully over the board until her clit met with the vibrating magic wand. She cried out when the intense vibrations started to stimulate her clitoris and immediately, she felt her arousal rising, despite the pain she was enduring. That pain got less as endorphins got released in her body, but she didn’t get a chance to enjoy it for long. He pulled her back again, breaking contact with the vibrator.
“Feel free to push your hips forward if you can,” said Mahdi, releasing her and stepping away from the woman.

“Twelve lashes to her legs,” announced the judge over the megaphone, both in Arabic and English. “And let’s see what a whore she really is.”

Alisa screamed as she felt the whip kiss the backside of her legs, making her feel as if she was stabbed with a knife in the back of her thighs or in her calves, causing her legs to tremble and cramp. Thick red welts appeared at the back of her thighs and her body writhed in agony. At the same time she was still aroused enough to know where to get relief and she tried to move her feet forward, which was impossible because of the ropes. She couldn’t resist trying to push her hips forward, stimulated as she was by the tremors going through the board. The board pressed hard and sharp in her slit, making it hard to accomplish. Only by working back and forth could she slowly work her crotch forward, as if pushing her sex towards the crowd, trying to meet the humming vibrator that was tantalizingly close to her clitoris. The whip kept burning the backside of her legs, opening her skin at several places, when she finally met with the vibrator. Her position made her crotch ache with the sharpness of the board digging into her, while at the same time stretching the back of her legs and her shoulders most painfully. But the sensation of the vibrator head against her clitoris made her shudder in pleasure and she closed her eyes as waves of relieving lust swept through her body. The lashes to the back of her legs now became more like a fiery stinging sensation and she quickly lost count while she masturbated herself on the vibrator, no longer caring she was doing it right in front of the large crowd, that had by now even doubled in size. The crowd in the meantime loved what she was doing but was also more than ready to condemn her actions and they angrily called her whore and slut while pelting little stones at her. One of the stones hit her above her eyebrow and left a bleeding wound. Another hit her on her left breasts, causing the crowd to cheer. The judge stepped in, telling people to stop throwing things. In the meantime, the camera was filming her ordeal from every possible angle, even from below.

A second series of twelve blows were delivered to Alisa’s legs, while she kept pushing her clitoris against the vibrator. There was a war going on inside her body between pleasure and pain and she had a hard time making it flip over to the right side. The whipping was most painful, especially the lashes hitting her in the knee cavities. At the same time the vibrator kept her on her toes, and she was shaking with the waves of excitement she was feeling as well.
In her struggles she glanced sideways again, looking at Charles, and she was shocked to see he had another erection while he wasn’t even masturbated. How could he already have another erection? Was he insatiable? Was this so arousing to watch? He was jerking his hips in the air and as she watched, she saw his cock starting to erupt, thick globs of semen spraying out over the wooden planks of the platform. She gasped and pressed her crotch even harder against the vibrator, also wanting the same sensation of relief. She really had to strain her legs to push herself further to the front and gasped as she felt her muscles cramping. At the same time, she felt the whip ending another cycle on her legs and now it was going to freely spread out all over her backside, unpredictably hitting her shoulder, middle, buttocks or legs. She looked at William and saw him jerking into thin air as well, grunting as he tried to cum. She locked eyes with his, recognizing the despair in his gaze.

“Cum for me,” she gasped, pushing herself to the limit, her slit now covering the broad head of the vibrator so it was locked into the tight entrance of her vagina.

“Let’s cum together,” he grunted in equal despair. The whip kept cracking against her backside while she started shaking. She finally convulsed violently, the orgasm tearing through her tortured body. William sprayed his semen all over the floor while they both cried out.

When the orgasm, which she had achieved with so much difficulty, finally ebbed away, the full agony of her whipped and bleeding backside started to overwhelm her, the endorphins no longer countering that. She sobbed as she lost all her strength at this point and collapsed on the board. The crowd cheered.

mmmmm, it becomes very exciting, very good idea the vibrator ... we see her body shaken by orgasm

 

[Doragon]

Chapter 4: First Day, afternoon​

(part 1 of 5)

Alisa was released from her position; the board was taken away and the ropes were untied from her wrists and ankles. As she was put down on the wooden stage, she cried as she was in horrible pain. Her entire backside was on fire, bleeding, a painful mess of burning fire. She could not bear anything touching her backside and could not lie on her back or sit down on her buttocks. After 84 lashes with the whip, her skin was broken in several places and she was bleeding enough to paint spots on the floor of the stage. She turned on her stomach, pressing her breasts flat on the warm wooden planks. She was trembling and sweating, which caused her wounds to burn even more. The two assistants started to rub thick globs of fat on the most obvious wounds, which helped against the sweat and felt very soothing. Not that they wanted her to suffer less, they just didn’t want her to succumb to her injuries just yet.

The men were also released, and while Alisa was taken care of, they were allowed to sit next to her for a moment. Charles watched as Alisa’s wounds were tended to and he was amazed to see up close how cruelly they had treated this small and tender body of the woman. She sure was pretty and it made him feel like caressing her, be nice to her. But these horrible men apparently only felt disgusted by her tenderness. The softer and lovelier she appeared to them, the more brutal they seemed to behave. As if softness and beauty needed to be punished. Charles looked at William and said “How can we help?”

William shrugged and shook his head, feeling despondent. He had no idea.

“It’s alright,” said Alisa softly while looking up. “There’s nothing you can do.”

All three of them got a plastic bottle with water and they drank eagerly.

“I am so sorry,” said Charles with a hoarse voice.

“So am I,” said William.

“They gave us drugs,” explained Charles. Alisa nodded and said with a croaking voice “I know, I was drugged as well, I’m certain of it.”

“They gave you pills?” asked Charles and she nodded.

“Maybe we should refuse that next time,” sighed William, “this is humiliating.” He pointed as his still clearly present erection.

“I thought you were just pleased to see me,” said Alisa, trying to make a joke. They had laughed a lot while they had travelled together. It had been a fun trip and they had been so idealistic about everything. As if danger would never touch them. Silly.

Alisa took another sip from the water bottle. It tasted funny and she knew they had again added some substance to it to influence how she sensed things. She swallowed though and didn’t mention it to the others.

“What’s next?” asked William, not able to forget where they were.

She sighed, a shiver running down her aching spine.

“They’re going to do my frontside now,” she said.

“No!” gasped Charles. He glanced at her bleeding back, stretched out his hand, but didn’t dare touch her. She put a hand on his thigh and said, “I’ll survive, don’t worry.” She had no idea where that courage came from. Why was she trying to comfort them? She then realized; the men were struggling with their egos. They were sensing that they should have been able to keep her safe. Instead they themselves were unable to do anything and they were even being forced to masturbate and cum while witnessing her suffering. It was unbearable and she suddenly felt selfish as she had only been focusing on herself all this time.

“We will pull through, somehow,” she whispered, trying to give them courage, even when she herself actually had no prospect of anything getting better.

 

[Doragon]

Chapter 4: First Day, afternoon​

(part 2 of 5)

It was past noon and they were going to continue with the next phase. Alisa was lifted back to her feet, under protest from her two friends.

“You can’t do this,” shouted Charles while he himself was being dragged back to his post.

“Stop this, can’t you see she is injured,” added William while he too was being secured to his post again. Alisa watched as both men were subdued by the assistants using cattle prods on them. They were electrically shocking their balls, causing them to convulse and scream. William even fainted from the sheer pain of that treatment. She shivered and felt nauseous. It was going to be a lot tougher from now on, she feared.

When the two men were tied and secured at their posts, she herself was led towards a rack that had been placed on the stage between the two posts. The rack was as high as her hips and secured to the floor. She was placed against the crossbar with her sore buttocks against it. That hurt, but she could handle it. The fact that she was once again facing the crowd, was something she could hardly miss. Also, the cameraman walking around filming her, was hard to miss. They made her spread her legs and they tied her ankles to the contraption, causing her legs to spread wide open. They made her grab the bar she was pushed against and tied her wrists to the metal frame. In this position her front was fully open and accessible.

“Miss Foxen is about to receive the second part of today’s punishment,” said Mahdi through the megaphone in both Arabic and English. “Her front will be flogged. But first we need to make some small preparations.” Alisa frowned when the assistant approached her with a bowl of white cream and a razorblade. With a groan she watched when he smeared the cream on her public mound. It felt very cool in her skin, almost cold, giving her goose bumps. She involuntarily groaned when the man used the razor blade to scrape away her pubic hair. Within maybe two minutes he was done, her hairs removed, her vulva now clearly visible. It felt bare down there now, the slight breeze feeling cold to the skin of her pubic area. And looking at the crowd, she realized she felt even more naked now she was shaved.

She felt tears in her eyes as she tried to steady herself when the executioner took position in front of her. He was holding a cat o‘ nine tails, or so Alisa believed. She had never seen it before, only learned of the name the evening before. The nine strands of greyish cotton were knotted, and they were long enough to really hit hard. She whimpered and dreaded the use of it on her tender front.

“Twelve lashes on her stomach,” said Mahdi in the megaphone. The crowd exploded in cheering and ululating. Alisa looked at the cat with wide eyes and she was shaking in fear. When the nine strands cracked down on her tight stomach, she felt the air punched out of her body and the pain seared through the sensitive skin of her belly. The second stroke followed even before she could draw in a new breath. She screamed in pure agony. Thick red welts started to appear on her flawless skin. The cat was way more painful than she had imagined. Especially the knots on the strands really did a number on her skin, while the bundle of strands made it have a heavy impact. The lashes continued, marking several locations on her heaving stomach. With the tenth stroke she almost fainted, having a hard time to keep focused. There was a brief pause until she regained her breathing but then the final two lashes were delivered and both struck across her shaved pubic mound, cutting the unblemished skin, hurting her so bad she did lose consciousness this time.

When Alisa woke up again, she gave a low grunt, feeling how her stomach was on fire. She tried to straighten herself and noticed how her body was continuously trembling. Looking around, she didn’t see the executioner. She noticed Mahdi and an assistant talking with Charles. He kept glancing at her while shaking his head. The assistant threatened him with the cattle prod again, but he kept denying what they wanted. Alisa bit her lip as she watched her friend being tortured like that. Again he shook his head and screamed when the cattle prod was roughly pressed against his testicles, torturing him with thousands of volts and making him dance on the spot.

“Charles,” she cried, not able to bear the man’s screams, “whatever it is they want, just do it, please!”

Charles gave in, both under pressure of the cattle prod and the shout of Alisa. He was released from his post and guided towards her. She looked up at the tall and broad naked man she considered to be her friend. Normally he was already a head taller than she was, but in her current position he was really towering over her.

“I am so sorry,” he said to her while he grabbed his penis and started to stroke himself right in front of her. She felt tears welling up in her eyes and replied with broken voice “It’s alright, I know, it’s not your fault.” Charles shook his head and closed his eyes, clearly feeling nauseous with the whole situation.

“Look at me Charles,” said Alisa, “look at my tits. I am naked. Show me your cock.” She tried to reassure him, not wanting to witness the torture of his nuts with a cattle prod. He went along with it and fixed his eyes on her tits while he started jerking off. Alisa looked at his penis and saw how he was getting hard fast, a big shining cock, something she would love under different circumstances.

“Now fuck her,” said Mahdi when he saw how Charles was fully hard.

“What?” said Charles, looking up at the cruel judge, “no way.”

From behind the cattle prod was pushed between his legs and against his balls.

“Aaahhaah,” he said, involuntarily stepping closer to Alisa.

“Put that cock of yours inside her filthy little cunt or we’ll zap your balls until your semen become yoghurt,” said Mahdi.

“Please, do it,” said Alisa frightened.

Charles groaned but stepped even closer to her. He sank through his knees, carefully positioning himself closer to her and he brought the tip of his erect penis against her exposed crotch. She gasped as he rubbed the glans of his penis between her lips and started to rub up against her vulva. Then he pushed forward, and Alisa grunted when she felt the warm hard cock slip into her vagina. It felt amazing.

“Oh my God,” groaned the tall man while his cock sank all the way into her warm and wet passage.

“This feels so good…”

Alisa whimpered and groaned as well.

“Damn, I wish we had sex before all this happened,” he said softly.

“That would have been better,” groaned Alisa in reply.

Charles started to move his hips, driving his insanely hard cock up and down her swollen and wet vagina. Both of them groaned as the pleasure of the copulation took them in its grip. Charles leaned forward, pressing his warm body against her. He kissed her face while he fucked her faster and faster. She panted when she felt his warm stomach pressing against her aching belly, but she gladly endured this while she was enjoying the excitement in her pussy.

“Please, enjoy this,” he whispered with despair in his voice.

“I am,” she said back in a whisper, kissing him, desperate for some kindness, any kindness. She was enjoying the sensations a lot, feeling how her vagina started to twitch and milk his large cock. Charles pressed harder against her immobilized body and as his penis sank even deeper into her, all the way to the root, he sensed how the glans of his penis kept bumping against that inner passage, that secret place of a woman. Knowing that he reached right up to her womb, he suddenly couldn’t hold himself anymore and he started coming, spraying his semen right up against the inner sanctum of her womanhood. Alisa also started coming, overwhelmed as she was with the powerful sensations of being fucked so completely. Her vagina clamped down around his convulsing cock while his hot semen washed inside her body. And he in turn felt enormous pleasure of the throbbing sensation of her vagina around his shaft, her cervix tapping against the crown of his exploding penis.

“That’s enough,” said Mahdi and Charles was pulled back from Alisa, his penis slipping out from her swollen red vagina. He fell back on the wooden boards, his penis twitching like a fish on dry land. The assistants quickly pulled him back on his feet and dragged him back to his post.

“You might get to fuck her later, dog,” he said to William, “if you behave.” William looked at the man with hate in his eyes.

Alisa was shaking a little, her vagina twitching and feeling a bit sore. She just had her third orgasm on stage, in front of the crowd, filmed by a camera, while being tortured. It was incomprehensible and hard to come to terms with. Was she really such a whore then? She felt tears stinging in her eyes as she started to fear they might be right about her. In her mind she went over the lovers she had in the past couple of years. She had always made the mistake to have sex on first dates. She’d never felt there was anything wrong with that. But now the doubt started to get a hold of her heart. If they could make her have orgasms in such a horrible situation as this, there must be something wrong with her, right?

“Look at that whore,” said Mahdi, adding fuel to her doubts. He pointing between her legs. Thick strands of semen were slowly leaking from her pussy. The crowd jeered at her, shouted at her. Alisa started weeping.

“Strike her thighs next,” said the judge, “concentrate on her inner thighs.”

Alisa closed her eyes, her body shaking in both fear and utter shame. She would have loved to be able to close her legs, protect herself. But her position with widely spread legs kept her open for anything and when the cat landed on her inner thigh, she screamed in pure agony.

 

[nicole]

Chapter 4: First Day, afternoon​

(part 2 of 5)

It was past noon and they were going to continue with the next phase. Alisa was lifted back to her feet, under protest from her two friends.

“You can’t do this,” shouted Charles while he himself was being dragged back to his post.

“Stop this, can’t you see she is injured,” added William while he too was being secured to his post again. Alisa watched as both men were subdued by the assistants using cattle prods on them. They were electrically shocking their balls, causing them to convulse and scream. William even fainted from the sheer pain of that treatment. She shivered and felt nauseous. It was going to be a lot tougher from now on, she feared.

When the two men were tied and secured at their posts, she herself was led towards a rack that had been placed on the stage between the two posts. The rack was as high as her hips and secured to the floor. She was placed against the crossbar with her sore buttocks against it. That hurt, but she could handle it. The fact that she was once again facing the crowd, was something she could hardly miss. Also, the cameraman walking around filming her, was hard to miss. They made her spread her legs and they tied her ankles to the contraption, causing her legs to spread wide open. They made her grab the bar she was pushed against and tied her wrists to the metal frame. In this position her front was fully open and accessible.

“Miss Foxen is about to receive the second part of today’s punishment,” said Mahdi through the megaphone in both Arabic and English. “Her front will be flogged. But first we need to make some small preparations.” Alisa frowned when the assistant approached her with a bowl of white cream and a razorblade. With a groan she watched when he smeared the cream on her public mound. It felt very cool in her skin, almost cold, giving her goose bumps. She involuntarily groaned when the man used the razor blade to scrape away her pubic hair. Within maybe two minutes he was done, her hairs removed, her vulva now clearly visible. It felt bare down there now, the slight breeze feeling cold to the skin of her pubic area. And looking at the crowd, she realized she felt even more naked now she was shaved.
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She felt tears in her eyes as she tried to steady herself when the executioner took position in front of her. He was holding a cat o‘ nine tails, or so Alisa believed. She had never seen it before, only learned of the name the evening before. The nine strands of greyish cotton were knotted, and they were long enough to really hit hard. She whimpered and dreaded the use of it on her tender front.

“Twelve lashes on her stomach,” said Mahdi in the megaphone. The crowd exploded in cheering and ululating. Alisa looked at the cat with wide eyes and she was shaking in fear. When the nine strands cracked down on her tight stomach, she felt the air punched out of her body and the pain seared through the sensitive skin of her belly. The second stroke followed even before she could draw in a new breath. She screamed in pure agony. Thick red welts started to appear on her flawless skin. The cat was way more painful than she had imagined. Especially the knots on the strands really did a number on her skin, while the bundle of strands made it have a heavy impact. The lashes continued, marking several locations on her heaving stomach. With the tenth stroke she almost fainted, having a hard time to keep focused. There was a brief pause until she regained her breathing but then the final two lashes were delivered and both struck across her shaved pubic mound, cutting the unblemished skin, hurting her so bad she did lose consciousness this time.

When Alisa woke up again, she gave a low grunt, feeling how her stomach was on fire. She tried to straighten herself and noticed how her body was continuously trembling. Looking around, she didn’t see the executioner. She noticed Mahdi and an assistant talking with Charles. He kept glancing at her while shaking his head. The assistant threatened him with the cattle prod again, but he kept denying what they wanted. Alisa bit her lip as she watched her friend being tortured like that. Again he shook his head and screamed when the cattle prod was roughly pressed against his testicles, torturing him with thousands of volts and making him dance on the spot.

“Charles,” she cried, not able to bear the man’s screams, “whatever it is they want, just do it, please!”

Charles gave in, both under pressure of the cattle prod and the shout of Alisa. He was released from his post and guided towards her. She looked up at the tall and broad naked man she considered to be her friend. Normally he was already a head taller than she was, but in her current position he was really towering over her.

“I am so sorry,” he said to her while he grabbed his penis and started to stroke himself right in front of her. She felt tears welling up in her eyes and replied with broken voice “It’s alright, I know, it’s not your fault.” Charles shook his head and closed his eyes, clearly feeling nauseous with the whole situation.

“Look at me Charles,” said Alisa, “look at my tits. I am naked. Show me your cock.” She tried to reassure him, not wanting to witness the torture of his nuts with a cattle prod. He went along with it and fixed his eyes on her tits while he started jerking off. Alisa looked at his penis and saw how he was getting hard fast, a big shining cock, something she would love under different circumstances.

“Now fuck her,” said Mahdi when he saw how Charles was fully hard.

“What?” said Charles, looking up at the cruel judge, “no way.”

From behind the cattle prod was pushed between his legs and against his balls.

“Aaahhaah,” he said, involuntarily stepping closer to Alisa.

“Put that cock of yours inside her filthy little cunt or we’ll zap your balls until your semen become yoghurt,” said Mahdi.

“Please, do it,” said Alisa frightened.

Charles groaned but stepped even closer to her. He sank through his knees, carefully positioning himself closer to her and he brought the tip of his erect penis against her exposed crotch. She gasped as he rubbed the glans of his penis between her lips and started to rub up against her vulva. Then he pushed forward, and Alisa grunted when she felt the warm hard cock slip into her vagina. It felt amazing.

“Oh my God,” groaned the tall man while his cock sank all the way into her warm and wet passage.

“This feels so good…”

Alisa whimpered and groaned as well.

“Damn, I wish we had sex before all this happened,” he said softly.

“That would have been better,” groaned Alisa in reply.

Charles started to move his hips, driving his insanely hard cock up and down her swollen and wet vagina. Both of them groaned as the pleasure of the copulation took them in its grip. Charles leaned forward, pressing his warm body against her. He kissed her face while he fucked her faster and faster. She panted when she felt his warm stomach pressing against her aching belly, but she gladly endured this while she was enjoying the excitement in her pussy.

“Please, enjoy this,” he whispered with despair in his voice.

“I am,” she said back in a whisper, kissing him, desperate for some kindness, any kindness. She was enjoying the sensations a lot, feeling how her vagina started to twitch and milk his large cock. Charles pressed harder against her immobilized body and as his penis sank even deeper into her, all the way to the root, he sensed how the glans of his penis kept bumping against that inner passage, that secret place of a woman. Knowing that he reached right up to her womb, he suddenly couldn’t hold himself anymore and he started coming, spraying his semen right up against the inner sanctum of her womanhood. Alisa also started coming, overwhelmed as she was with the powerful sensations of being fucked so completely. Her vagina clamped down around his convulsing cock while his hot semen washed inside her body. And he in turn felt enormous pleasure of the throbbing sensation of her vagina around his shaft, her cervix tapping against the crown of his exploding penis.

“That’s enough,” said Mahdi and Charles was pulled back from Alisa, his penis slipping out from her swollen red vagina. He fell back on the wooden boards, his penis twitching like a fish on dry land. The assistants quickly pulled him back on his feet and dragged him back to his post.

“You might get to fuck her later, dog,” he said to William, “if you behave.” William looked at the man with hate in his eyes.

Alisa was shaking a little, her vagina twitching and feeling a bit sore. She just had her third orgasm on stage, in front of the crowd, filmed by a camera, while being tortured. It was incomprehensible and hard to come to terms with. Was she really such a whore then? She felt tears stinging in her eyes as she started to fear they might be right about her. In her mind she went over the lovers she had in the past couple of years. She had always made the mistake to have sex on first dates. She’d never felt there was anything wrong with that. But now the doubt started to get a hold of her heart. If they could make her have orgasms in such a horrible situation as this, there must be something wrong with her, right?

“Look at that whore,” said Mahdi, adding fuel to her doubts. He pointing between her legs. Thick strands of semen were slowly leaking from her pussy. The crowd jeered at her, shouted at her. Alisa started weeping.

“Strike her thighs next,” said the judge, “concentrate on her inner thighs.”

Alisa closed her eyes, her body shaking in both fear and utter shame. She would have loved to be able to close her legs, protect herself. But her position with widely spread legs kept her open for anything and when the cat landed on her inner thigh, she screamed in pure agony.

very exciting text, Alisa is discovering her masochism, she will soon cum under torture. mmmm imagining myself in his place I'm soaked ...

 

[Doragon]

Chapter 4: First Day, afternoon​

(part 3 of 5)

Twenty-four times she got struck on her thighs, at the front, sides and her inner thighs, causing her to scream, wail and cry out in pure agony. Her legs were covered in red welts and at some spots she was even bleeding. They had taken their time, making sure she got the full experience. Twice she lost consciousness while her legs were being flogged so painfully. Each time they paused until she came around, only to continue where they had left off, making sure she registered every lash. When they finally stopped whipping her, she was again barely conscious.

There was a brief pause and during this time both Charles and William were released from their positions. They got bottles of water and were allowed to bring Alisa something to drink as well.

“How are you holding up?” asked William while he let her drink from his bottle. She drank eagerly and answered with a trembling and hoarse voice that it was horrible. Charles touched her stomach with his fingertips and she groaned.

“Don’t touch,” she said, “it’s so painful.”

“You are bleeding,” he said and she looked down while nodding, having noticed already she had quite a few spots on her stomach and thighs where the red lines had broken her skin and she was bleeding.

“I’m sorry we can’t do anything,” sighed William while giving her another sip of water. She again drank eagerly, almost finishing the bottle. Her mouth was so dry and she felt parched. The men themselves also drank eagerly and when the bottles were done they got handed another one. At least they would not die of thirst.

“I can’t stand it,” said Charles while he glanced sideways.

“If we ever get out of here, I will fucking kill them all,” hissed William with a hatred filled voice.

Alisa closed her eyes and shivered, her inner turmoil too immense to put into words.

Mahdi was talking to the executioner at the back of the stage. At the front of the stage the crowd started chanting. They wanted more.

The assistants came with two large crates and placed those against the two large poles Alisa had been tied to previously. The crates were secured with ropes to prevent them from toppling over. They gestured at Charles and William to come over and climb up. The wooden boxes were at hip height. The men had no choice but to climb on the crates, wondering what the purpose of this might be. They were pushed against the poles and their hands tied behind their back to the poles. Alisa watched how her two friends were now positioned next to her on either side, but a lot higher. She shivered as she saw them both standing up there, kind of towering over her from both sides, their still erect cocks waving in her direction. The set up was now really grotesque.
The two men looked down on Alisa from their position. From this perspective the naked girl looked even more vulnerable and as they could see even further over the crowd, they realized how all the anger of these people was focused on the naked tied figure of Alisa.

Mahdi announced that they were going to the last phase of the punishment.

“The infidel has agreed that her breasts and cunt should be punished last and to the greatest measure,” he said in both Arabic and English through the megaphone. The crowd cheered.

“Oh for crying out loud,” shouted Charles.

“Leave her alone already!” added William.

Both men were assaulted by the two assistants who beat them on the legs with short sticks until they kept quiet again. With every stroke the crowd cheered, but a sudden gasp was going around the square when the executioner came forward with the scourge. The crowd hushed.
The whip had three strands and there were three wooden beads attached to each strand. This whip was known to cause the most serious of wounds, you could literally skin somebody alive or beat them to death with it.
Again Charles and William protested but fell quiet when the assistants exchanged the sticks with cattle prods, getting ready to shock them. Both of them were getting more desperate and angry, having a hard time controlling themselves.

Alisa whimpered out loud when the executioner came closer, his massive strong arms flexing a little while he held the scourge over her naked body, letting the strands gently stroke her skin. She was shaking and begged for mercy, while she lost control over her bladder, starting to urinate in full view of the crowd.

Mahdi grinned as he saw her fear and how she wet herself. But he clearly wanted to humiliate her further, because he came over to her and said in English “How many strokes do you wish to receive on your tits?”

“Please no, don’t do this to me,” she wept whispering.

“You will be whipped, no matter what,” he said, “Just say a number between one and ten.”

Alisa immediately said “One.”

Mahdi shook his head and replied, “I said between one and ten, so two is the least amount.”

Alisa closed her eyes and tears streamed down her face as she said, “Two then.”

Mahdi held the megaphone to his mouth and he said, “The infidel is choosing the amount of lashes on her tits and she wants us to strike her how many times?” He then cruelly held the megaphone to her mouth and poked her shoulder to speak. Alisa was trembling and her voice was hoarse and very unstable when she finally said “T…twice..” It echoed over the square.

“There you have it,” said Mahdi, stepping away from his victim, “the infidel wants us to strike each breast twice.” Alisa gasped as she had not realized the amount was for each of her breasts separately. He had cunningly doubled the amount she had chosen. Oh how she hated the man!

William and Charles once again raised their voices and this time the cattle prods were used on their testicles to make them shut up.

The executioner stretched out his arm to let the beaded strands caress her breasts again. Alisa stared wide eyed at the horrible flogger while her body was shaking in fear. The sensation of the gentle caress of the strands with the cold beads made her nipples respond and they tightened into little hard knobs. The man kept doing it until her nipples were fully erect, before pulling back the flogger. He raised it behind him to prepare for the first blow and she closed her eyes and sucked air into her lungs, clenching her entire body and readying herself for the pain. It didn’t come. Nothing happened. She opened her eyes and gasped as she saw the man lash out at her. He had most cruelly waited for her to open her eyes and look. The strands of the scourge hit her left breast with full force.

Alisa screamed when she felt her breast explode in the most horrible pain. Her body was convulsing, and she was pulling at the ropes that held her in place, while she tried to twist and turn her upper body away from the executioner. The second lash didn’t miss either and hit her right breast equally hard, again making her feel as if her breast was being ripped open and torn off her body. She screamed on the top of her lungs. At the same time she raised her head to try and see if she still had any breasts left, but seeing the scourge coming down a third time, she threw her head back, terrified it might hit her in the face. The third stroke was on her left breast again, turning her sensitive flesh into a tormented mass of burning pain. The fourth stroke followed quickly, making her right breast also ache with unbearable flaming pain.

Alisa was visibly shaking and writhing, gasping for air while crying and sobbing in utter despair. As she looked at her aching breasts, she saw the thick red welts across her soft flesh. Both nipples had been caught in the centre of the strokes and they appeared to be very swollen. She was amazed to see there were no bleeding gashes, except here and there tiny droplets of red blood welling up from some of the welts. It felt however as if her breasts had been completely skinned and she dreaded how much damage was done inside her breasts.

 

[Doragon]

Chapter 4: First Day, afternoon​

(part 4 of 5)

One of the assistants of the executioner came behind her and started to massage her aching breasts, digging his fingers deep into the soft tissue and pinching her nipples. Alisa cried and groaned as this was both very painful. It took away some of the sharp burning sensation in her skin, but the pain inside her breasts was worse.

The second assistant came in front of her and to her surprise he was wearing a clown mask. That was scary! He was also carrying a long stick with a rubber dildo attached to it, which he put between his legs and skipped sideways a few times, making the crowd laugh at his antics. Then he knelt down in front of her and aimed the dildo at her crotch. It was dripping with lubricant. Alisa gasped when he used the dildo to try and fuck her but pretended to be too silly to make it penetrate her. The crowd thought it was fun to see him try again and again to get the dildo into her. Then he reached out for her with his free hand to part her pussy lips and using his other hand he finally shoved the dildo into her vagina. Alisa cried out when she felt it penetrating her sore vagina but also gasped as she felt the thing vibrating strongly. She had not noticed the humming because the crowd was cheering so loud and it had only briefly touched her before. Immediately she felt her vagina responding to the full penetration and the tingling sensation of the vibrations. She started to squirm with her mouth open, silently crying out with her breath held. The assistant sat down, waving his free hand to get more cheers from the crowd and started to quickly move the stick up and down, fucking her with the angrily buzzing rubber dildo. The first assistant rubbed her nipples between his fingers, adding to the arousal that quickly rose in her body. She cried out, squirmed and tried to resist the forced masturbation of her tortured body. But it felt too good to resist and soon she started squirming out of lust, moving her hips to catch the dildo in her vagina and she felt her body squeezing around the soft object as if milking it.

The crowd grew silent as the woman was squirming in her tied position, meeting the thrusts of the dildo with clear eagerness. They listened to her grunts and gasps. Her body was covered in red welts, she was sweating visibly and she was crying openly while she was masturbated in public, slowly working towards another orgasm. That would at least be her fourth today, more proof that she was truly depraved. When the orgasm came, her body started to convulse violently. Several orgasms tore through her wrecked body, filling her with endorphins to counter the horrible burning sensation in her entire body. The orgasm itself was also painful but in a good sense and she kept squirming while the dildo kept going, adding more fuel to the lust she was feeling and a second and third orgasm hit her with full force. She hardly noticed the first assistant letting go of her breasts and retreating. She never saw the scourge being lifted. But when it hit her body while still in the grip of her orgasms, the exploding pain in her left breast made her almost jump up from the rack, her arms and legs pulling violently at the ropes holding her in place and she screamed her lungs out in pure agony. The crowd erupted in loud cheers and applause.

Again the scourge hit her, causing her other breast to also explode in pain. The dildo kept pumping up and down inside her vagina, which kept on clenching and twitching, almost as if her body tried in vain to keep the orgasm going. Again the scourge hit, and a fourth time. Alisa wailed in absolute agony while her body was torn between absolute pain and terrible lust. The lashes kept coming, alternating between her breasts.

“Look at the Western whore,” said Mahdi in the megaphone, again both in Arabic and in English. “She is having orgasms while being tortured, how can someone be so depraved? Only a western whore can be so rotten to the core.”

The crowd was already jeering loud, raising fists at her. The executioner raised the scourge again, ready to strike her breasts even more, despite that the soft orbs were already bleeding.

“Stop this insanity,” shouted Charles, tears in his eyes as he clearly couldn’t take it anymore.

William was cursing non-stop and trying in vain to free his hands from the ropes that held him tied to the pole.

“You want to help the little whore?” asked Mahdi cruelly.

“Stop hitting her, you fucking asshole,” said Charles.

“We’ll stop when you two piss all over her from where you are standing,” replied Mahdi. Suddenly the purpose of their position was clear. They had been planning this all along. And both Charles and William realized they had been given lots of water to drink and had never gotten a chance to vacate themselves. They had needed to go an hour ago already but had been denied the chance to urinate. Until now. But neither of them felt it was right to do such a humiliating thing as pissing over their unfortunate friend. She deserved care, pity, love perhaps, not mockery and further torture.

 

[Doragon]

Chapter 4: First Day, afternoon​

(part 5 of 5)

Alisa wept softly, both in pain as in utter humiliation. She knew the men could indeed urinate on her from their position on the high crates at her sides. But would they? In the meantime the crowd had gone wild and they were chanting again. Some of them were calling out in broken English to whip her pussy.

The vibrator got pulled from her vagina and Mahdi said to the crowd “I think it’s time we punish the core of her evil nature, don’t you think?” The crowd agreed with shouts and loud jeering. Alisa was trembling all over when the assistant fondled her vulva, spreading her lips open and making sure her clitoris, which was extremely swollen from all the stimulation, was poking out from its hood. Alisa raised her head, panting and trembling, seeing the executioner taking his place in front of her. The camera zoomed in on her crotch.

“How many times?” asked Mahdi to the crowd. She heard them shouting, calling out numbers in Arabic she didn’t understand.

“I don’t think she would survive a hundred lashes,” chuckled Mahdi. “But let’s go with ten, alright?” The crowd cheered and Alisa dropped her head, weeping in utter misery.

When the first lash of the scourge hit her vulva with full force, her body jumped and jerked so hard at her straps, she almost dislocated her shoulders. Alisa screamed her lungs out and writhed with her body, trying in vain to escape the horrible pain. On the first hit alone her vulva was already bleeding. And to make matters worse they made sure her lips were spread open and her clitoris was showing again before the second lash was distributed to her sex.

The flogging of her vulva was the most painful thing she ever experienced in her life and Alisa screamed her lungs out while writhing in sheer agony. Between each stroke fingers spread her pussy lips wide open again so the strokes would hit between her lips, on her clitoris and some of the beads even managed to slip into her vagina, or so it felt. Her lower body was an orgy of pain and she passed out twice before the full series of ten blows was delivered. The skin of her lips had broken in several places. Blood was dripping from her crotch and had even splattered on her inner thighs, making her look horribly injured. But still they didn’t think she had enough and the executioner got ready to strike her again.

“Stop!” cried William.

“Please!” begged Charles.

Both men could no longer take this. Charles was the first to release his desperately clenched lower muscles and with a grunt he started to urinate. Alisa wailed in utter humiliation when the warm liquid splattered on her stomach.

“Aim for her tits,” said Mahdi and William then also released, but his hips jerked and the stream wavered, splattering on Alisa’s face. She retched when she tasted the urine in her mouth. Then both streams started to splatter on her aching breasts and the salt of the warm liquid started to burn in her wounds, making her convulse in utter agony.

The men didn’t urinate for long, but the amount of urine had been enough to drench Alisa, wetting the entire front of her body. Even her hair got drenched and was hanging in wet strands over her crying face. Where the urine had mixed with the blood, it dripped pinkish down her sides and splattered onto the stage below her shaking body. She slumped forward and her legs gave out as she was no longer able to support herself.

They tried to revive her one more time, sticking fingers inside her aching vagina, lubricated with her own blood, but she was too far gone to respond to anything, and Mahdi decided the day was over. Alisa was released from the rack and dropped to the floor. As she was slipping in and out of consciousness, she noticed how her two friends were one by one dragged down from their positions and then whipped on their backs with the scourge, until the blood was also streaming down their bodies. Each received twenty blows to the back before they too passed out. Then finally the bloodlust of the crowd seemed to diminish, and the prisoners were dragged over the floor down the stage, back to the old school building and back to their cells.

 

[Doragon]

Chapter 5: First Day, evening​

Alisa was dropped on the floor of her cell, a trail of her blood on the floor leading all the way from the execution platform. Moving was too painful but lying down on the hard and sandy floor was excruciating. She tried to get up but couldn’t. The women from this morning came to take care of her. They put her on the bed and washed her body, washing away all the blood and smearing ointments on the red swollen welts covering her entire body. They were worried about some of her wounds, as they didn’t stop bleeding, and a doctor was called. When he came, Alisa didn’t answer any of his questions. She was clearly in shock. She didn’t respond to his hands touching her breasts and inspecting her sex. With her eyes closed she heard the doctor talking with Mahdi. She didn’t understand any of the words.

“You get to live a day longer,” Mahdi finally said while the doctor gave her an injection. She hardly felt the needle and though she was worried about the contents of the injection, she didn’t express herself. While the doctor left, Mahdi resumed in an angry tone. “Apparently your skin broke in too many places and you need to heal up before we can continue with the next phase of your punishment. But don’t worry, we will keep you busy while you heal.”

He turned to leave but at the door he spoke again. “We don’t have to negotiate your wishes for the next torture yet and won’t do the required measurements until tomorrow. You rest now.”

For a few hours they left her alone. They had fed her some strong tasting broth with rice, telling her to eat and get well soon. She could sleep for a few hours. She dreamed and in her dreams her mind escaped the horrors of that day. She was in cool water, floating, green forest around her. Her eyes turned up, looking at the sky, while her fingers moved through the cool water, enjoying the sensation. She kept her body horizontal, facing upward, avoiding to touch the bottom, which was layered with slimy mud and thousands of crawly things. Without seeing, without looking down, she just knew it.



Alisa regretted to be woken from her dream. Rough hands shook her and pulled her right up, making her forget the dream. She felt stiff and sore all over, groggy from sleep. It was a rude awakening. She wrapped her arms around her while she watched them bringing an old buck from a gymnasium, placing it in the middle of the cell. She whimpered as she got dragged to her feet and how her aching body was rudely draped over it. Her wrists and ankles were secured to the legs of the buck. Alisa was trembling as she expected something horrible was going to happen again. Had she not endured enough?

“You will receive some visitors,” said Mahdi, while he smeared lubricant on her anus. “High placed officials that want to inspect you personally. I will instruct them to only fuck you anally, to spare your sore pussy, alright? We don’t want you to start bleeding again.”

Alisa had never had anal sex before in her life. Only a finger had ever been pressed inside her rectum. Naturally she wept while she was alone in the small cell, trembling and waiting for what was coming, feeling both scared and filled with sorrow about her predicament. She could not understand how people could be so cruel to do the things to her they had done during the day and then add this to it as well.

When the door opened, she froze and visibly trembled. An Arabic voice spoke to her, a gruff voice that spoke without even a hint of compassion. She groaned when a finger rubbed around her anus. She heard a zipper opening and soon something hard was pressed against her while hands spread her buttocks. She wailed when the hard penis was shoved unceremoniously into her anus, pushing deeper still, reaching all the way up inside her rectum. Then the man started to pump his dick into her while his hands were caressing her aching back, tracing the welts from her whipping with his fingers. Alisa was shaking with pain from the brutal thrusts in her back passage and wept as she felt extremely violated.

The man didn’t cum inside her anus. Instead he pulled back and sprayed his semen over her lower back. He then used his hands to rub the semen into the red welts and broken skin, causing a further burning sensation on her skin. Without another word the man left, leaving her sobbing and shaking.

The door opened soon after and another man entered who spoke to her in broken English. “Ah, there she is,” he said, “the beautiful vixen.” He slapped her butt, making her grunt in pain. “No pussy he said, but you and I know, you like better, no?” Alisa groaned and gasped when she felt him press his penis against her swollen pussy lips and then enter her aching vagina. “Show me orgasm,” said the man while he started pumping his penis hard and brutally into her vagina.

“You like, yes?” he asked while he fucked her slow but with hard and deep thrusts. He also pushed a thumb into her anus.

“You cum now, many times,” he said, expecting her to perform. She groaned and grunted with each thrust and felt very far from being aroused. This was only painful.

The man then looked down and saw his penis covered with blood. He gasped angrily, pulled back and slapped her butt. “You have period? Menstruate? Impure!” He slapped her buttocks several times, hard and punishing, making her weep in pain. He then angrily put his penis away and went for the door. She could hear him talking angrily outside and then more angry voices. Mahdi came in and inspected her bottom. Seeing how the wounds on her pussy lips had opened up again, he had seen enough. “You are not having your period,” he said, tapping his hand on her sore butt. “Very silly to have him fuck your pussy, but I won’t punish you until tomorrow. You are done for today.” He left and there were more angry voices outside from all the men he was sending off.

The two women were called in again to release her, dress her wounds and put her to bed. Finally she was allowed to sleep.

 

[Doragon]

Chapter 6: Intermediate day, preparations​

(Part 1 of 5)

Alisa woke up when the two women brought her breakfast. But before she could eat, the two guards also came in with the doctor and the women were sent off. She noticed how the doctor was the one man so far who did not have a beard. Was he allowed to shave himself? So they made exceptions.
Alisa had to endure the inspection of her wounds. The doctor was pleased, and he told her in English she was healing well. His accent was strong and looking at his features she wondered if he was Turkish.
Her body was sore, but not aching as much anymore. The welts on her skin were a lot better, not as red as the night before and the cuts had all closed and dried up. But her breasts still had cuts, as well as her pussy lips. Those needed to heal further.

“I will allow preparations for tomorrow, but no torture today, alright?” He tapped his hand on her thigh and spoke as if she had a choice in the matter. He even smiled at her and added “I will come back later for some internal inspection, so no worries.”
He sounded friendly but he treated her as if she was here by her own choice.

“I am not here out of free will,” she told him.

“Of course not,” he answered. “But if you behave badly, they will punish you. That’s your choice.”

“They will punish me anyways,” she sighed, though she did understand better what he was trying to say. He didn’t answer.

“What’s your name?” she asked. “I am being tortured by nameless men,” she added to indicate why she asked him.

“My name is Oto,” he said with a smile. “And I think most men are nameless.” She frowned.

“You are nameless to them as well,” he added. And he was right. They called her whore most of the time. Nobody ever used her name.

“So I am just a body?” she asked. He nodded.

“Why do you work for them?” she asked, “you don’t look like you are one of them.”

The doctor took the chair and sat down, looking at her naked body while she sat on the bed.

“They pay well,” he said, “besides, I like my work.” He understood her need to have a chat and maybe she’d heal better if she felt a little better.

“Are you going to rape me as well?” she asked bluntly. He chuckled at the question but shook his head.

“No, this is work. I am enjoying it, but my real pleasure is slightly different.”

“Don’t you care about the terrible things they are doing? I mean, you are a doctor right? You heal people.”

“Healing bodies and hurting bodies is something I am very good at,” he answered. She frowned and asked “Do you also torture people?” He nodded and said “I am specialized in torture. Especially the female body.” Alisa shivered and wrapped her arms around her, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. He patted her on the knee and said “Don’t worry, we’ll become very intimate friends. You don’t need my penis inside of you for that.” His words made her cringe.

Alisa ate her breakfast after the doctor left, feeling despondent, not really caring for what she ate. She felt like crying, but the tears didn’t come. She tried to think about something nice, but her previous life seemed to be so far away now, like distant memories. In only one day her life had been torn up, sundered. She felt like she was a different person now.

Looking around in her cell, she shivered. The walls were old, paint flaking off the plaster. The floor tiles were dusty grey and sand had piled up in the corners. She pulled her legs up on the bed and though the sheets were also dirty, she still felt it was better to have her feet on the bed than on the cold floor. Her bed was the last safe place in the world, or so it felt to her. She curled up and closed her eyes, quickly falling asleep, but it was a haunted sleep, the sleep of the desperate.

 

[Doragon]

Chapter 6: Intermediate day, preparations​

(Part 2 of 5)

Later that day Mahdi came to her cell, accompanied by his two guards.

“How are you feeling, whore?” he asked while sitting down on the bed next to her. Alisa sat up with her legs pulled up, arms around her knees, feet crossed, to cover herself as much as possible. She didn’t answer his question.

“I think we made an impression on you yesterday, yes?” he said, putting a hand on her foot.

“Yes,” she replied softly. “Can I go home now?”

He chuckled. “You stupid girl, we have barely started.”

“Why are you so cruel?” she whimpered.

“You are going to die,” he said. “But it’s not going to be an easy death.” It wasn’t an answer to her question, only a confirmation that her fear was justified.

“Why not kill me just now?” she whispered. She could imagine a point in her near future where death was actually preferable to more suffering.

“There’s no fun in that,” he chuckled. His hand patted her foot and he added “Get up, we have things to do.”

“Can I have something to wear?” she asked, but she already knew the answer.

“We don’t waste any clothes on whores,” said Mahdi and he gestured at her to get up and come along with them.

They took her to a bigger room elsewhere in the building. Inside the room she immediately noticed there were nine men already there, hanging around, smoking and drinking, something she again found to be very inconsistent with their fundamentalist way of thinking. She brushed her long hair to the front to kind of cover her breasts. The men were all taller than she was, some a full head taller. They made her feel very naked and vulnerable. But as she entered, the men applauded when they saw her enter the room.

“You did well yesterday,” said a man in military uniform, appearing to be from Iraq. “I have seen women succumb to far less than what you have endured.”

A man in a black suit, with a neatly kept beard, agreed with him and complimented her. “Your two friends were able to take far less than you,” he said, again in broken English.

“These men are going to witness your inspection,” said Mahdi while guiding her around the room. None of the men offered her a hand for a handshake. Instead Mahdi pulled her hair back over her shoulders and then pulled her arms backwards while offering her chest to the men. One by one they placed their hands on her breasts and fondled her, making her cringe and weep. It was of course humiliating but also painful as her breasts were still sore from the whipping the previous day and the men were not only touching her, but squeezing her breasts as well, as if checking their strength. She wasn’t feeling well enough to get angry at this point, in fact, she stumbled while walking around the room, suffering from her injuries as well as the utter humiliation of being fondled by all these strangers. Only the doctor she knew already, and he didn’t fondle her but instead just bowed his head, a smile on his face as if he was pleased to see her.

“This is the carpenter,” said Mahdi as another man in working clothes had entered. The man waved at her. He spoke in broken English. “My English not good,” he said, “but try.”

“He is going to take note of the measurements,” explained Mahdi.

“Are those for the implements for tomorrow?” asked the military dressed man who was clearly an officer. “I would like to hear everything about that.”

“You can witness the inspections,” said Mahdi, “and if you have ideas or suggestions, please share it with us.”

They made her stand with her back against the wall and measured her height. They also measured her height if she stood on her toes. Her height was 166 cm and on her toes she was 172 cm, adding 6 cm. They also measured the height of her hips, which was 80 cm, crotch height at 74 cm, height of her waist at 95. Other measurements were also taken, which was 90 cm around her chest, including her breasts, 58 cm around the waist and 89 cm around the hips. Next she was placed on a scale to measure her weight, which was 51 kilograms. She noticed how she had lost a few kilograms the last couple of days.

Finally she was guided to the large table in the middle of the room. “Lie down on the table on your back,” Mahdi said. She shook her head, dreading what they were going to do to her. But he pushed her forward and helped her climb up, assisting her with the difficult moves she had to make with her still sore body. As she lied down, keeping her legs closed and covering her breasts with her hands, the men gathered around her. She felt very naked with all those men looking at her and blushed. It was worse than being in front of an anonymous crowd in the square.

Alisa felt very small and extremely naked and when they took her hands from her breasts, brushing her hair aside, she felt even more ashamed, open as she was to their gazes.

“Will her neck be strong enough to withstand hanging?” someone asked, not caring that she heard them speak. In fact, they spoke English for her benefit. Alisa cringed and felt her heart beating faster. Were they going to hang her? Of course, the verdict had told her that, second day, hanging and… impalement? How was that possible?

“It is possible,” said the doctor while stepping forward. He traced her neck outline with his finger and said “You need to use padded ropes or a collar and lift her carefully. She won’t be able to breath much but it won’t break her neck if lifted slowly and carefully and for a short while.”

“I think seat her down on something soon, yes, spread weight?” The man that spoke was dressed in civilian clothes and smoking. She couldn’t tell if he was Syrian or Iraqi.

“And how about the breasts,” said the military man. He reached out and brushed his hand along the underside of her breast, making her cringe.

“Her breasts can carry her weight,” said the doctor, making Alisa gasp again, “but they might have to be a bit larger to prevent the noses from slipping off.”

“How can we make breasts larger,” said another man in a dark brown suit. Alisa felt dizzy hearing them talk like this. And getting an idea of what was in store for her, made her nauseous.

“You can inject the breasts with saline,” said the doctor. He reached for her and grabbed both breasts, making the flesh bloat by squeezing her flesh together. As she tried to grab his wrists to make him stop, her arms were caught by two other men and pulled back to her side.

“By filling her breasts to increase the size the ropes won’t slip off so easily,” he said and the other men nodded.

“How much bigger should they be?” asked the military man.

“At least one cup size bigger. What is your bra size?” the doctor asked her. Alisa swallowed and answered with a hoarse voice. “I… have 34D,” she said.

“Well, we can make her double D or maybe even an E,” said the doctor.

“I’d love to see you do that,” said the military man.

“We can organize a special session for you gentlemen, tomorrow morning, before she is presented to the crowd.” They all approved of this idea and they thanked Mahdi for the privilege. Alisa felt sick.

 

[Doragon]

Chapter 6: Intermediate day, preparations​

(Part 3 of 5)

“Now for her seating,” said Mahdi and he tapped Alisa on her thigh, “spread your legs wide so the doctor can take your measurements.” Alisa cringed and shook her head. He slapped her breast, making her grunt as that hurt. Her skin was still so very sensitive. She decided to comply and Mahdi helped her pull her knees up and spread her legs wide, giving them all a good view of her bottom.

“She still looks very injured,” some other man said from the back.

“She is healing fast,” said the doctor. He pointed at the areas of her labia where the flesh had been torn open by the whip. “You can already see it is healing well, but right now we do not want to stretch the flesh and break it again. I think she won’t bleed anymore tomorrow.”

“Well, at least not from her old wounds,” said the man in black. They laughed, but the doctor said “That was the point of giving her one day respite. If you had tied her breasts today, the wounds would have opened up and her breasts might have torn.” Alisa closed her eyes, breathing more heavily as her fear was increasing with everything they said.

They made her slide down further so her butt was at the head of the table. The doctor sat down on a chair, his instruments on a smaller table at hand. He first took a caliper and using one hand to spread her lips, he used the device to measure the length of her slit. Alisa closed her eyes in shame as they all watched her genital area being measured up like that.

The doctor next measured her clitoris, something Mahdi specifically asked for. Alisa gasped when he used his fingers to pull back the hood and clamp the sensitive knob between the legs of the measuring device.

“Her clitoris is 2 mm wide,” he said. “I expect it is still swollen from the treatment yesterday.”

“And how long is it?” asked Mahdi. The doctor pushed the hood back as far as possible, making Alisa cringe again and after measuring it, he said it was 4 mm long.

“Is that enough?” asked the man in civilian clothes.

“Yes, enough for a clamp or to tie a thin rope around it,” said the doctor.

“How much weight would it be able to carry?” asked the military man, making Alisa groan again.

“I’d say one pound?” said the doctor. “Look,” he added, clamping the teeth of his measuring tool on her clitoris, causing Alisa to cry out in pain. He started pulling while the men around her put their hands on her arms and legs to keep her in place while she screamed and struggled.

“See, I can easily stretch the flesh,” said the doctor, “making it twice as long.” Alisa wailed as he twisted and turned the clamp on her clitoris.

“That will give a nice show,” chuckled one of the other men.

“Why not keep adding weight to it until it is torn off,” said the man in black.

“Because we need to keep her clitoris intact for several torture sessions,” said Mahdi. “But we can at least make it bigger and longer.”

Alisa felt dizzy and though the clamp was released from her clitoris, she still felt it ache. The idea of them torturing her there, made her feel nauseous.

“You are all sick,” she said with a hoarse voice, tears in her eyes. The men chuckled. They kept their hands on her limbs to keep her down and spread wide open. She closed her eyes and wept silently, dreading what would happen if she snapped and started to shout at them or fight them. Would they kill her or torture her even worse? Maybe if she kept silent, things would become easier for her.

“Let me measure her depth now,” said the doctor, completely ignoring the mental state his patient was in. He held a metal dildo in his hand with a measuring scale on it. Alisa gasped when he spread her lips and started to push the cold object into her vagina. She whimpered when it slid deeper into her. It poked at her sensitive cervix. The doctor then moved around her inner seal by tilting the rod and push it deeper into the pockets at the deep end of her vagina.

“Well, she’s very average,” he said. “Up to her cervix is 64 mm. In the posterior fornix, that is the pocket at the back of her cervix, the depth is 93 mm. The front pocket would bring her vaginal depth to 72 mm. Logical because there it is pushing against the side of her uterus.”

“That is not very deep,” said the business man. “My penis is 14 cm, so that could not fit?”

“The vagina can stretch and when she is aroused it stretches considerably, up to twice this measurement. We can check later.”

“How wide is her vagina?” asked the military. “I’m sure the carpenter needs to know that too.” The carpenter nodded and said “Yes, need know how wide pole.”

Alisa was trembling as she underwent the measuring and cringed at all the information they gave her with their questions and remarks. The doctor took another implement, which was a speculum with measuring scales. He inserted that in her vagina and started to spread her wide open. Alisa gasped and cried, begging them to stop. But the doctor spread her open as far as he could, not caring how much it hurt.

The men took turns looking inside her, commenting on the redness of she swollen flesh and the inflammation of her cervix. Alisa felt very violated and several times they had to push her back on the table.

“The cervix will heal further today,” said the doctor, “it wasn’t broken, just inflamed from fucking, impact damage so to speak.” He started taking measurements of her width, at three depths of her vagina.

“Her vagina is 28 mm wide at the introitus, 29 mm at the midlevel and 42 mm at the top of the tube where her cervix takes up 32 mm of the space, leaving a width of 10 mm for the fornix.” He showed on a chart which areas he was discussing, something they even showed Alisa, as if sharing interesting information with her. It really made her cringe though.

“This is all measuring cold, not in an aroused state,” said the doctor. “Let’s arouse her and make her come and take new measurements.”

Alisa gasped when the doctor picked up a vibrator from the table and switched it on before pushing it painfully against her clitoris. She gasped as the sensation of the vibrations were indeed stimulating her and she felt aroused. It was extremely humiliating.

“She is easily aroused, yes?” asked the man in civilian clothes.

“Yes, we feed her stimulants,” said Mahdi, confirming her suspicions.

“I wish my wife had those stimulants too,” said the man in dark clothes and they all laughed.

“Female Viagra, some labs in America are developing that.” The doctor was casual about that information, but Alisa was shocked as this again showed what a double standard they had.

They brought Alisa to an orgasm much faster than she had expected and as her body convulsed, she felt how sore all her muscles really were. And it was of course so humiliating, she wept. After that her measurements were again taken, confirming what the doctor said.

“She is now 120 mm deep up to her cervix and to the depth of her posterior fornix she is 140 mm deep.”

“Ah,” said the military to the man who confessed his penis length earlier, “so you could fit inside her now.” They all laughed.

“The width is now 32 mm wide at the entrance, 34 mm at the midlevel and 50 mm at the top giving her fornix 18 mm of space. Her cervix is unchanged.”

The carpenter started to make some notes and said “If I make pole of tapered end, at insertion depth of 140 mm, width lower should be 35 mm so she can rest on it, yes?”

“I’m sure her weight will stretch her further,” said the military man, “she might tear though.”

“I expect her to tear in the width, just make sure she’s not tearing inside. Once the vagina is pierced into the abdominal area, death is imminent,” said the doctor.

Alisa felt sick as she heard them talking about something big being forced inside her vagina. The impalement sounded too horrible to conceive.

“Please,” she begged them, “why are you doing such horrible things to me?”

“I doubt you will be able to stop coming once you are seated on the pole,” said the business man rude. They all laughed.

“We agree she should be able to carry her weight on the pole,” said the military man, completely ignoring her.

“I want to know if we can make her take it into her womb,” said the man in black.

“You mean penetrate the cervix? That would really be sweat,” said the man in the business suit. “Can it be done?” he asked the doctor.

“Yes,” said the doctor, ”if we open her up first and stretch her out a bit. The cervix is really strong, it could carry her weight. But stretch it too quickly and it will tear.”

“Perfect,” said the military man, “let’s do that.” They all agreed, but at this point Alisa snapped. She started fighting to get up, screaming at them. The men were too strong though and there were too many of them so she was easily fought back down on the table. The guards tied her arms and legs to the table to keep her down and available with her legs spread wide.

 

[Tormentor]

Great story. I enjoy the clinical details.

 

[Doragon]

Chapter 6: Intermediate day, preparations​

(Part 4 of 5)

The doctor again opened her up with the speculum and revealed her cervix to them once more. He took a syringe and filled it with a liquid.
“I will inject her with a muscle relaxant,” he said, “so we can easier penetrate the inner seal to her womanhood.” Alisa screamed and fought desperately against the ropes holding her in place. They told her to stay still or she’d be stabbed all inside her vagina by accident. She cringed and froze when the needle was brought into her wide open vagina. There was a stinging sensation inside her and she wailed while her cervix got painfully injected in several places.
“The effect is almost immediate,” said the doctor. “We also use this on pregnant women who take too long to dilate.” He put down the syringe and picked up a metal rod. Alisa gasped as she felt a cramping sensation inside her abdomen. Her womb was responding to the injections, giving her contractions.
“I’m going to open her up with a rod of 2 mm first,” he said.

“Did you also sedate her?” asked the military man. The doctor shook his head.

“On the contrary. Because of the drugs she is getting, she is way more sensitive. This is going to hurt a lot. Is she tightly secured?”

Alisa started fighting again, but the ropes held her tightly in place. She raised her head up and gasped as she saw the doctor aiming the metal rod into her wide open vagina.

“What are you doing?” she screamed. “You can’t do this to me!”

“Stop screaming,” said the military man and he slapped her face hard, which shocked her and made her stay quiet for a moment. But when the metal rod started to push into the tightly closed donut of her cervix, she wailed as the pain was quickly rising in her abdomen. The rod went in easily, but it did hurt, a lot. Especially when the doctor started to slide the rod in and out of her cervix, saying he was now actually fucking the girl’s womb.

“I wish my penis could reach that deep,” said the man in business suit, who seemed to be getting more drunk all the time. He kept taking sips from a glass that was clearly not filled with tea. “I’d love the feeling of a tight womb around my penis.”

“Then you should cut it out after she dies and use it to masturbate,” shrugged the military man, as if he had already done such a thing countless times before.

“Nah, I’d prefer a living womb. Must feel really hot around your penis,” said the business man. There was some nodding and the conversation went on in Arabic until they all laughed.

In the meantime the doctor had taken another rod, this time 3 mm wide and started to open up Alisa’s cervix a bit further, causing more painful cramps in her abdomen. Alisa felt a bit like having a very uncomfortable period at this point, her womb responding to the painful penetrations by cramping up. Or maybe she was experiencing what it was like to be in labour.
“How wide open do you want her?” asked the doctor when he pushed in a 4 mm rod. Alisa was silently sobbing at this point. The carpenter said he was going to make a rounded tip of 20 mm wide. “that would not puncture flesh too quick,” he explained.

“All her weight on only 2 cm will rip her apart,” said the military man, “she needs to be carried by both her cervix and her vaginal entrance as well.”

“I can open her 2 cm easily,” said the doctor. “At birth a woman dilates up to 10 cm.”

“Make it 3 cm then, slightly tighter than her vaginal entrance.”

“I think you should make the pole 5 cm wide at the vaginal entrance, 4 cm at the cervical entrance and 3 cm at the tip. That way there’s the least chance of her rupturing.”

They all agreed while Alisa kept wailing and sobbing as the doctor quickly worked through his collection of rods, each time opening her cervix a mm wider, until he could force a 1 cm rod into her inner passage. Next he took a rubber balloon and inserted that in her cervix, after which he inflated it to make it stuck in her entire cervical passage, which was 5 cm long according to the doc’s measurements. As he released the speculum from her vagina, she now had a rubber hose hanging out of her vagina with a rubber hand pump attached to it.
“One squeeze every hour,” said the doctor to Mahdi, “and she will be dilated 3 cm’s tomorrow.”

“My cock would fit in there then,” said the man in the business suit.

“Yes, but you are not long enough to reach in there,” chuckled the man in the black suit.

“It’s actually great we have this extra day to prepare her. Otherwise we could not have impaled her womb,” said the man in the grey suit.

The military man agreed. “It wasn’t planned but it turns out to be a great opportunity.”

Mahdi was helping Alisa from the table and the guards tied a rope around her wrists, fastening her hands behind her back to ensure she wasn’t going to rip out the inflation plug from her cervix. The rubber hose and attached air bulb were dangling between her thighs. She grunted and complained it was hurting inside. The doctor assured her she would adjust.
“Each time you get stretched wider it will hurt a few minutes until your cervix settles and adjusts,” he explained, which wasn’t very assuring to her.

 

[Tormentor]

Really enjoy the anatomical detail, Doragon. Great story.

 

[Doragon]

Chapter 6: Intermediate day, preparations​

(Part 5 of 5)

“Too bad we couldn’t fuck her last night,” said a man in a grey outfit while they were preparing to bring the naked woman back to her cell. “Can’t we fuck her now? She appears to be alright.”

“I see no reason why not,” said the military man. “It’s not like she has much else to do today. We can’t fuck her vagina of course, but her ass and mouth should do nice.”

Mahdi agreed and Alisa’s complaints were ignored as they put her down on the floor on her knees. She was trembling in anger and frustration at this point.

“I don’t feel much for her biting my cock off,” said the man in the business suit, noticing the state she was in.

“You can fuck her anus instead,” said Mahdi, “but we also have this.” He picked up a ring gag from the tools tray. Alisa cried when they forced her jaws wide open for the ring to fit behind her teeth. When her mouth was fixed wide open, they held her head up to the first man, the man in the business suit, who unzipped and showed his erect cock, which he shoved without hesitation into her now harmless mouth. Alisa wailed as the cock of the stranger was shoved unceremoniously into her mouth and then gagged violently. The man did not care much for her comfort and puhsed his hard penis deep into her wide open mouth.

“Very nice,” he commented as he took her head in both hands and started to pump his cock against her tongue and into the back of her mouth. He was rough and Alisa gagged and retched the whole time. When she jerked too much or tried to pull back, the guards held her arms to keep her upright and in place.

While she was orally raped, the other men stood around watching while discussing the plans for tomorrow.

“I think we are taking a wrong approach,” said the man in the black suit.

”What do you mean?” asked the military man.

“Well, we just decided on the measurements of the impalement device, but why are we choosing a tapered pole with the thinnest part at the top? A pole with a rounded top that is wide enough to carry her weight would make it possible for her to really sit on the pole.”

“How would you get a wider top past her cervix?”

“Well, not at first, but after a while she might sink over it and sit on it with her womb.”

“Can this be done?” they asked the doctor.

“It might be possible,” he shrugged. “If she’s dilated up to 3 cm and the bulb on top of the pole is 4 cm wide, she could at first sit on it with her cervix and then dilate further until it can slip into her womb.”

Alisa gave muffled cries while still being mouth fucked, listening only half at what was being said, but picking up enough of it to feel really scared and miserable. The business man clearly got more excited with the plans they were discussing and as his cock grew harder and warmer, he suddenly erupted in her throat. The woman retched and convulsed as she had her mouth filled with the strong tasting globs of semen, which he forced her to swallow by pinching her nose. Only after she swallowed did he pull his wet and limp cock from her mouth. There was enough semen left to drip down her chin, which he then smeared back into her open mouth using his fingers. Alisa convulsed a few more times, having a hard time not to vomit. She dreaded what would happen if she spat out the semen, fearing repercussions.

The man in the grey suit stepped up behind her and pushed her forward onto the floor, making her ass accessible by taking her hips and lifting her up a little.

“Can you make a pole with a bulbous head?” he asked the carpenter while he took out his erect cock and started to push it into the woman’s anus. Alisa cried out when she felt her back passage violated, the pain of the penetration adding to the soreness of her body. She wailed when he started to fuck her with long and powerful thrusts. The carpenter got his phone out and showed the men some tapered poles he had made for fencing purposes.



The men approved of those designs, but each of them was thinnest at the tip and they wanted something else. The carpenter showed them pictures of curtain rails with wooden finials.



“Oh, those would be a nice addition,” said the man in black.

“Yes, but don’t use a pointed one as that will rupture her womb,” said the doctor. “Use a rounded ball on top or an acorn model.”

“This one would really be nice,” said the military man, pointing at a model that had several widths and a second ridge under the acorn shape. “This one would make her dilate in like four stages, each time forcing her wider open as she takes in more.” The others agreed and they started discussing the widths of the several bumps and ridges of the knob.

In the meantime Alisa was squirming and crying because of the penis fucking her anus with hard thrusts. The man ejaculated in her rectum with a grunt and then he smacked her buttocks hard, calling her a good bitch.

“Let me see,” he said, getting up and zipping his pants. He looked at the image the carpenter had shown and nodded in agreement. “Very nice. Maybe you should make two models. One with a maximum width of 5 cm and one with 7 cm in case she really stretches out well.”

“If she stretches out well, I would suggest something else,” said the military man.

In the meantime Alisa was pulled up on her knees and then forced to lean backwards. A man in a dark blue suit, who had not said anything so far, took position behind her and after taking out his long erect cock, he took her head between his hands and made her drop her head further backwards, until he could slide his penis into her mouth. Alisa gasped and cried, her face now upside down looking between his legs, the penis quickly sliding deeper in her wide open mouth. She convulsed violently when he started to push into her throat, pushing deeper still, until he had pushed into her gullet. She choked and convulsed as she tried to find air to breath, her throat aching bad with the swollen penis inserted so deep. The man clearly enjoyed the contractions of her tight throat around his penis, because while he kept still, he was also getting harder and suddenly erupted semen directly into her gullet. Satisfied he let go of her and she jerked forward, coughing and choking, her stomach churning from having been forced to swallow more slimy semen.

In the meantime the military man had looked for a picture of which kind of knob he would like to see used in case she could handle that. It was a picture of a pineapple shaped finial with lots of ridges and sharp points on it. The others chuckled.



“That would really destroy her womb,” said the man in the business suit.

“Well, it’s not like she needs a womb where she is going,” said the man in black.

“Yes, but this is only going to be her second day of torture. She has three more days to survive before she can die.”

The carpenter had been taking notes and he showed them a design he could make, adding measurements to show how big it would be. They all approved of the design and the carpenter was told to make at least one pole with this finial design.



While they were talking about measurements, finial designs and other terrible ideas to torture her womb, while Alisa struggled with being fucked in her mouth and ass by almost all the men in the room. Mahdi himself didn’t participate and the doctor, the guards and the carpenter also didn’t fuck her. The others were more than enough though. By the time they were finished, she felt like a wreck. When they pulled her on her feet she could hardly stand on her legs. She retched regularly, feeling sick with all the semen she had been forced to swallow. They brought her back to her cell, where they tied her to the bed, so she was unable to tamper with the balloon stuck in her cervix. She was also unable to empty herself in the bucket.

During the night, every hour one of the guards came in to give the air bulb a squeeze, slowly but surely dilating her cervix. Each time she wept in pain as the cramps were terrible. It took almost a full hour to adjust to the new expansion and by the time she was no longer experiencing pain beyond a slow burning sensation, the guard came back to inflate the balloon a little further.

To her relief they did untie her sometimes so she could urinate and also vacate her bowels of the semen she still had inside her. But they didn’t allow her to vomit. Instead they gave her lots to drink, water that was tasting funny and probably spiked with drugs. She didn’t sleep much that night.

 

[Tormentor]

Chapter 6: Intermediate day, preparations​

(Part 5 of 5)

“Too bad we couldn’t fuck her last night,” said a man in a grey outfit while they were preparing to bring the naked woman back to her cell. “Can’t we fuck her now? She appears to be alright.”

“I see no reason why not,” said the military man. “It’s not like she has much else to do today. We can’t fuck her vagina of course, but her ass and mouth should do nice.”

Mahdi agreed and Alisa’s complaints were ignored as they put her down on the floor on her knees. She was trembling in anger and frustration at this point.

“I don’t feel much for her biting my cock off,” said the man in the business suit, noticing the state she was in.

“You can fuck her anus instead,” said Mahdi, “but we also have this.” He picked up a ring gag from the tools tray. Alisa cried when they forced her jaws wide open for the ring to fit behind her teeth. When her mouth was fixed wide open, they held her head up to the first man, the man in the business suit, who unzipped and showed his erect cock, which he shoved without hesitation into her now harmless mouth. Alisa wailed as the cock of the stranger was shoved unceremoniously into her mouth and then gagged violently. The man did not care much for her comfort and puhsed his hard penis deep into her wide open mouth.

“Very nice,” he commented as he took her head in both hands and started to pump his cock against her tongue and into the back of her mouth. He was rough and Alisa gagged and retched the whole time. When she jerked too much or tried to pull back, the guards held her arms to keep her upright and in place.

While she was orally raped, the other men stood around watching while discussing the plans for tomorrow.

“I think we are taking a wrong approach,” said the man in the black suit.

”What do you mean?” asked the military man.

“Well, we just decided on the measurements of the impalement device, but why are we choosing a tapered pole with the thinnest part at the top? A pole with a rounded top that is wide enough to carry her weight would make it possible for her to really sit on the pole.”

“How would you get a wider top past her cervix?”

“Well, not at first, but after a while she might sink over it and sit on it with her womb.”

“Can this be done?” they asked the doctor.

“It might be possible,” he shrugged. “If she’s dilated up to 3 cm and the bulb on top of the pole is 4 cm wide, she could at first sit on it with her cervix and then dilate further until it can slip into her womb.”

Alisa gave muffled cries while still being mouth fucked, listening only half at what was being said, but picking up enough of it to feel really scared and miserable. The business man clearly got more excited with the plans they were discussing and as his cock grew harder and warmer, he suddenly erupted in her throat. The woman retched and convulsed as she had her mouth filled with the strong tasting globs of semen, which he forced her to swallow by pinching her nose. Only after she swallowed did he pull his wet and limp cock from her mouth. There was enough semen left to drip down her chin, which he then smeared back into her open mouth using his fingers. Alisa convulsed a few more times, having a hard time not to vomit. She dreaded what would happen if she spat out the semen, fearing repercussions.

The man in the grey suit stepped up behind her and pushed her forward onto the floor, making her ass accessible by taking her hips and lifting her up a little.

“Can you make a pole with a bulbous head?” he asked the carpenter while he took out his erect cock and started to push it into the woman’s anus. Alisa cried out when she felt her back passage violated, the pain of the penetration adding to the soreness of her body. She wailed when he started to fuck her with long and powerful thrusts. The carpenter got his phone out and showed the men some tapered poles he had made for fencing purposes.

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The men approved of those designs, but each of them was thinnest at the tip and they wanted something else. The carpenter showed them pictures of curtain rails with wooden finials.

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“Oh, those would be a nice addition,” said the man in black.

“Yes, but don’t use a pointed one as that will rupture her womb,” said the doctor. “Use a rounded ball on top or an acorn model.”

“This one would really be nice,” said the military man, pointing at a model that had several widths and a second ridge under the acorn shape. “This one would make her dilate in like four stages, each time forcing her wider open as she takes in more.” The others agreed and they started discussing the widths of the several bumps and ridges of the knob.

In the meantime Alisa was squirming and crying because of the penis fucking her anus with hard thrusts. The man ejaculated in her rectum with a grunt and then he smacked her buttocks hard, calling her a good bitch.

“Let me see,” he said, getting up and zipping his pants. He looked at the image the carpenter had shown and nodded in agreement. “Very nice. Maybe you should make two models. One with a maximum width of 5 cm and one with 7 cm in case she really stretches out well.”

“If she stretches out well, I would suggest something else,” said the military man.

In the meantime Alisa was pulled up on her knees and then forced to lean backwards. A man in a dark blue suit, who had not said anything so far, took position behind her and after taking out his long erect cock, he took her head between his hands and made her drop her head further backwards, until he could slide his penis into her mouth. Alisa gasped and cried, her face now upside down looking between his legs, the penis quickly sliding deeper in her wide open mouth. She convulsed violently when he started to push into her throat, pushing deeper still, until he had pushed into her gullet. She choked and convulsed as she tried to find air to breath, her throat aching bad with the swollen penis inserted so deep. The man clearly enjoyed the contractions of her tight throat around his penis, because while he kept still, he was also getting harder and suddenly erupted semen directly into her gullet. Satisfied he let go of her and she jerked forward, coughing and choking, her stomach churning from having been forced to swallow more slimy semen.

In the meantime the military man had looked for a picture of which kind of knob he would like to see used in case she could handle that. It was a picture of a pineapple shaped finial with lots of ridges and sharp points on it. The others chuckled.

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“That would really destroy her womb,” said the man in the business suit.

“Well, it’s not like she needs a womb where she is going,” said the man in black.

“Yes, but this is only going to be her second day of torture. She has three more days to survive before she can die.”

The carpenter had been taking notes and he showed them a design he could make, adding measurements to show how big it would be. They all approved of the design and the carpenter was told to make at least one pole with this finial design.

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While they were talking about measurements, finial designs and other terrible ideas to torture her womb, while Alisa struggled with being fucked in her mouth and ass by almost all the men in the room. Mahdi himself didn’t participate and the doctor, the guards and the carpenter also didn’t fuck her. The others were more than enough though. By the time they were finished, she felt like a wreck. When they pulled her on her feet she could hardly stand on her legs. She retched regularly, feeling sick with all the semen she had been forced to swallow. They brought her back to her cell, where they tied her to the bed, so she was unable to tamper with the balloon stuck in her cervix. She was also unable to empty herself in the bucket.

During the night, every hour one of the guards came in to give the air bulb a squeeze, slowly but surely dilating her cervix. Each time she wept in pain as the cramps were terrible. It took almost a full hour to adjust to the new expansion and by the time she was no longer experiencing pain beyond a slow burning sensation, the guard came back to inflate the balloon a little further.

To her relief they did untie her sometimes so she could urinate and also vacate her bowels of the semen she still had inside her. But they didn’t allow her to vomit. Instead they gave her lots to drink, water that was tasting funny and probably spiked with drugs. She didn’t sleep much that night.

Excellent build up. Thanks for some great writing, Doragon

 

[petraherz]

... i looked up to the ends of my curtain rails.....

 

[Doragon]

Chapter 7: Second day of torture, breast modification​

(Part 1 of 3)

All through the night they had come to her to keep the hourly inflation of the balloon going and Alisa had barely slept. She felt sick and tired by the time they came to her with breakfast. Her abdomen felt sore as if she was menstruating, but she wasn’t. In the night she had at some point come up with the plan to end the torture if she could. Maybe next day she could jump while being hung, breaking her own neck and end the horror. She absolutely dreaded the impalement plans her torturers had formed. But each time she considered this, she ended up feeling even more miserable. She loved life too much to end it and somehow she still had hope. Somebody might come to save her.

The doctor entered, coming to inspect her. He spread her legs and checked her out with a speculum. He was pleased to see how her vagina and cervix held up during the procedure. After deflating and removing the balloon he checked the dilation of her cervix.

“My dear girl,” he said, as if he was ready to give her some good news, “You have dilated 29 mm. And only in one night. That’s just perfect!”

She had not torn and wasn’t bleeding as they had taken many hours to achieve this. He patted her on the leg complimenting her on her healthy and strong body. Her wounds from the whipping had also mostly healed. There were still some dark stripes showing on her body, but not many and she no longer had any bleeding cuts.

The doctor reinserted the balloon, inflating it again and making sure her cervix remained dilated. However, the tube with the hand pump was removed, because she was inflated enough. Nothing outside her body showed that she had the balloon inside her cervix. It wasn’t painful at this point, but Alisa could feel it inside her all the time, making her feel tense all the time.

“I think you are ready for the next stage of your adventure,” he said smiling, very content with her recovery. Alisa didn’t respond, feeling very depressed at this point and also very tired. She closed her legs and rolled up in a ball, turning away from him.

“I have something else for you,” he said, seeing the state she was in. He filled a syringe with a fluid and gave her an injection in her thigh. “Something to pick you up,” he said with a grin. He had injected her with a cocktail of strong drugs to heighten her senses, make her a lot more sensitive and also give her such a boost, she was far less likely to pass out. He had also added a female variant of Viagra to keep her in a constant state of arousal for the next eight hours.

The two women that had been taking care of her before, washed her body, fed her breakfast and made sure she was presentable by combing her hair and using a little make-up on her tired looking face. They had become some sort of welcome company, even if they didn’t share a common language. Alisa tried to communicate with them by using gestures and this time she tried to make them show their faces. They didn’t at first but at some point both uncovered their faces and showed smiling and warm features, not at all monsters. The two women were friendly with her all the time.

Mahdi and the two guards finally came to collect her, but they didn’t take her to the courtyard. Instead they took her back to the room with the table and the eight men from the previous day. She groaned as she had forgotten about their appointment. Were they really going to inject her breasts with saline? She whimpered when she saw the chair in the centre of the room, straps on the armrest and on the front legs. She started struggling when they pushed her to the chair and she resisted fiercely.

“Please no, you can’t do this!” she screamed, kicking and fighting with everything she had.

The men were too strong though and with a wail of despair she was strapped into the chair. In front of her on the table were ten syringes and she froze in fear. With blinking eyes she gazed at the syringes with their shining needles, feeling dazed. She noticed how half of them was filled with a white substance. The doctor noticed how she stared at the syringes and said “They have decided not to use saline but a more, let’s say, interesting substance.” Alisa blinked as she didn’t know what to think of that. Suddenly she heard one of the men groaning and only then did she notice how the man in the business suit was at the other side of the room while masturbating and ejaculating into a little cup. When he was finished he put the cup on the table and the doctor took one of the empty syringes and filled it with the semen.

“Very nice,” he said, “that’s another 8 ml.”

Alisa was trembling while she tried to comprehend what she was seeing. “What are you going to do with that?” she asked with a trembling voice, terrified to hear the answer. And when the doctor told her he was going to inject her breasts with it, she cried out in disgust and fear. “You are all insane!” she screamed in anger and despair. The men didn’t try to comfort her. Instead they patted her on the shoulders, squeezed her breasts and some even tried to brush a finger between her legs.

“This will be very exciting, little whore,” they said, “you’ll see.”

 

[Tormentor]

Interesting twist to the story. She's probably right about them being insane, but in a fun way!