Karine
Even though I knew it was coming, I was still shocked by my sentence the Judge imposed on me. A strange mixture of terror and excitement gripped my body, and I know Wulf noticed me shivering.
After the trial he takes me to the lower level where the prison cells are, and puts me in the same cell that Nicole was in. Before leaving he unties my hands, and tells me to get some rest because “I’m going to need it”.
Alone in my cell I feel the fear of what’s coming, and the arousal of my awakened masochism. In my mind I hear Judge’s words again, and the mental pictures of Wulf torturing me make me wet. I better understand now why Nicole did what she did. I take off my dress and lay on the mattress, my hand going to the wetness between my legs, visualizing the whip cutting me open and the hot irons searing my breasts. I masturbate vigorously and soon trigger a long and very intense orgasm.
Now I’m exhausted from the day’s emotions, and fall into a deep sleep.
The next morning I’m awakened by a gentle kiss, and a soft caress of my breast. I open my eyes and see Wulf next to me dressed in dark leather pants and vest.
“Is it time?” I ask.
“Yes”, he says. “Get dressed, so we will put on a sexier display when I strip you on the stage.”
It is all becoming real now, and I tremble a bit as I put on my dress. I feel my nipples harden under it as Wulf ties my hands behind my back, and puts a leash around my neck. I follow him obediently up and out of the building, and into the morning sun. The crowd of spectators has already begun to form around the punishment platform. The pavement is hot to my bare feet as we make our way there. As was the case with Nicole, insults and curses were shouted at me, and calls to make me suffer.
“Strip the bitch”, I hear. “Lets see those tits”, from another in the crowd. Then a woman shouts “Make the whore really scream for us.”
The sadism displayed by the crowd was both shocking to me, and arousing. Wulf quickly sliced through the straps of my dress and it fell to hang from my waist belt. Naked to the waist now we walked on to the place of execution, as wetness builds between my legs..
I feel the freshness of the morning air on my breasts. It has a strange effect on me, being taken to my death, half naked, and insulted by the bloodthirsty spectators. I am surprised to see how much they want to see me naked and tortured. They don't know that I denounced myself and confessed voluntarily. First to atone for my cowardice, and to pay for having enjoyed watching Nicole dying in agony for me. I must suffer and agonize to be forgiven, and to forgive myself. I suspect it wouldn’t matter to them anyway. They are here for a show, and Wulf will give it to them.
I don't know yet if I will be able to bear this suffering. But as my pussy runs down my thighs, I wonder if I'll be able to enjoy any of it, or if the pain will be too much. I must have crazy to do this, and now it’s too late to stop it.
I feel humiliated by the insults, some spectators manage to slap my breasts, or pinch them cruelly in passing. I get punched in the stomach and slapped on my ass, and Wulf does nothing to stop them. I moan under the blows, but it’s what I deserve. My guilt demands it.
We arrive at the place and I see the familiar frame where I will be tied for my whipping. It is becoming all too real now and I’m shaken by a long shiver of fear. Nicole’s screams and cries echo in my head, and now it is my turn.
I resolve to be as brave as she was and I climb the few steps before I am given the order. The crowd mocks me…. "Look at the bitch, she's in a hurry to show herself naked under the whip!..."
Wulf looks me in the eye as if to say “undress or I’ll tear it off you”. I try not to show my humiliation and do what’s required. I unfasten the belt and drop the dress at my feet, then position myself under the frame and raise my arms. Wulf wastes no time and ties me up in a wide-quartered cross, my arms and legs spread wide apart. I can no longer hide my pussy, dripping in spite of myself, and perfectly visible. Maybe I shouldn't have shaved it. This provokes even more insults from the spectators.
“Look at the slut, she’s enjoying herself. Her pussy is dripping”, shouts one man.
“Do you think she’ll have an orgasm under the whip?” from another
“She won’t be smiling when the whip starts cutting her open, I’ll wager”
“Yes executioner!!! Make her scream in pain, that bitch has to pay for her double murder!!!” shouts one woman.
The cruelty of these people is truly incredible, but they are right in their condemnation of me.
Bound and helpless now I watch Wulf prepare his tools, and I remember watching what he did to Nicole. A cold fear grips my heart and I tremble as the reality of what’s going happen sinks in. My arousal begins to weaken, and I question if I have overestimated my strength and masochism. I groan as I realize I should have just committed suicide instead of this. I now deeply regret denouncing myself.