Doragon
Governor
Thanks for the suggestion, always welcome. But I'm not going down that path. I love legs too much. And I enjoy forcing the victim to use her fingers to masturbate.
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Further ordeals of Alisa Foxen
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Doragon
Governor
Chapter 19: Executions
In the late morning Alisa woke up. There was a tray with breakfast in the corner. They had not woken her up. She ate and suddenly realized the machine inside her body had stopped working. With a smile she realized the batteries were dead. She had outlasted the infernal device.
In a happier mood she washed her clothes and hung them to dry. She also washed herself, trying to rinse her sweaty skin under the belt, cleaning her bottom as well as she could. It also felt good to wash her breasts, which were far less sore now, though still very sensitive. She tried masturbating herself by sticking a finger in her anus and rubbing her nipples, as that was the only stimulation reachable. But it was not enough to release tension. With a sigh she then went back to sleep.
In the late afternoon she was fetched and told to put her uniform on, which was still damp but dry enough. She was taken to the courtyard, which made her shudder. This was going to be bad, she felt it. But it wasn’t her that was going to suffer. She was only brought there to watch.
The men and the women had gathered in two groups. Alisa joined the other women and quickly checked to see who was missing.
“Oh God, please, don’t tell me…” she said when she missed Carolina. But right after she said that, the Portuguese woman also joined them, dressed in orange prison uniform. The twins were also there and Charlotte. Andrea was there as well and she shook her head, saying: “It’s not one of us.”
They saw a couple of guards entering the courtyard from the opposite side, bringing a naked man and a naked woman in between them. Both had a sack over their head, so they were not easily recognized. From the woman’s body, Alisa gathered she had not seen her before. The man was also unrecognizable with his face covered and she bit her underlip while hoping it was Mahdi. Because it was clear this was going to be some form of torture.
The man and the woman were brought to a pillory in front of the platforms with the gallows. Alisa shivered as she remembered being tortured up there. Not something she wanted to remember. But at the same time she was amazed that she felt her vagina twitching, her muscles clenching against the hard plastic dildo inside her. Was that excitement? In memory of earlier excitement while being tortured? Or was it fear? She decided it must be fear. It would be stupid if it was anything else.
The woman was pushed closer to the pillory, while one of the guards opened the top of the contraption, while the other pulled the hood off her head. She appeared to be blond. Her face was wet with tears. Her mouth was wide open because of a ring gag they had tied around her head. And since her hands were cuffed behind her, she could not prevent them from pushing her forward, bending her over and placing her neck into the round depression in the rack. By lowering the top half, which also had a indentation in the middle, her neck was trapped inside the wooden device. They locked the halves together, after which they pulled her feet wider and tied them to rings at the bottom of the pillory. She ended up being trapped in a bend position, her ass sticking out backwards, while her heavy breasts trembled because of her futile struggling.
Alisa could hear her moaning and how she pleaded for mercy, in words that were garbled because of her gag. She estimated the woman to be slightly older than she was. Pretty for sure, but life had left it’s marks on her body, especially her belly, hips, buttocks and heavy breasts. Alisa also noticed how there were a lot of scars on her body and even some fresh whip marks. The woman had clearly been suffering and she felt very sorry for her. The twins wept when they watched the scene unfold, but Andrea told them to stop sobbing and show some respect.
The man was positioned behind the woman, with his back against the post that was fitted there. They tied a broad belt around his neck and fitted that to a winch at the back of the pole. The man groaned and gagged and started whimpering for mercy, half in Arabic, half in English. Alisa already could hear it was no Mahdi and when the sack was pulled off his face, she noticed it was one of the men she had seen in the common room earlier.
“Please, no, I’ll try harder,” pleaded the man. The guards released his hands from the cuffs and they told him to show them. The man started frantically jerking off, looking at the naked woman in front of him. She was close enough for him to touch and he did, rubbing his hand over her buttocks and stroking his fingers over her crotch. She whimpered and wiggled her butt, bending her knees and trying to move away from the touching hands. She spoke in a language Alisa did not understand. At the same time she noticed how the woman was also fitted with a broad belt around her neck, equally fixed to a winch that was positioned on top of the pillory.
“Mon dieu, they are going to strangle them,” whispered Charlotte. Alisa felt a shiver running down her spine.
“Fuck her,” said the guards to the man who was finally but with great difficulty getting an erection. Now Alisa recognized him – he was the man who had not been able to get an erection when they had been raping Kajsa. So were they educating him?
The man groaned as he tried to move his body closer to the woman, which meant her had to strain his neck. And when his lower body had moved against her, he put one hand on her hips while he aimed his penis with his other. But that didn’t get him anywhere, as her slit resisted his penis and she tried to move away from him by bending her knees and wiggling her hips. The guards decided to help him and while one of them lifted her up by the hips, straightening her legs and bringing her vulva closer to the man behind her, the other used his fingers to pull her vulva wide open. The panting and half strangled man quickly shoved his penis into her vagina, causing her to wail and writhe in despair.
“His name is Gustav,” commented Andrea dryly, “and he is not good at raping women. He often can’t get it up. I think they are going to get rid of him.” The twins gasped while Charlotte put her arm under Alisa’s arm, seeking support. Carolina went down on her knees, folded her hands and started praying softly.
“Who is the woman?” asked Alisa softly. Andrea glanced at her and said “Her name is Galyna. She is from the Ukraine or something, I don’t know.”
“Why was she not with us before?” asked Charlotte.
“Because the director took a special liking to her and he spend many weeks torturing her in private. Apparently he is done with her now.”
“Oh my God, is she going to die?” asked Annika.
Before anyone could respond they saw one of the guards taking position in front of the woman, lowering his pants and then shoving his erect penis into her mouth. She cried out and tried to resist, but the gag gave free access to her mouth and soon the guard was fucking her with deep thrusts which took her breath away. Her body shook under the terrible fucking she received from Gustav from one end and the guard from the other. Gustav did everything in his power to prove to the guards he was a good rapist after all. But his neck strap was so tight, he was grunting with lack of breath.
Alisa held a hand over her mouth to stifle her own gasps while she watched the horrible spectacle taking place. Charlotte clutched her arm more tightly. Carolina prayed harder. The twins wept. And they all watched as Gustav fucked Galyna with even harder and more desperate thrusts, driving his erect penis into her clenching pussy. She in turn started to move her ass to meet him, trying to convince the guards she was still a good fuck, that she deserved to live. But her cries grew weaker when the guard choked her with his penis, while he also slowly started to turn the wheel at the top of the pillory to tighten the strap around her throat. She gargled as her neck got squeezed, until she could no longer make any noise. The man also fell silent after a few desperate gasps, because the other guard was tightening the garrotte for him as well. He brought one hand to the strap around his neck but there was nothing he could do. Galyna fought in despair against her straps, without any result. Both their bodies started to convulse as they both tried in vain to get air into their lungs.
The guard was still fucking her choking throat and when he came, he pumped semen into her gasping mouth. He then pulled back, letting his slimy produce drip from her gasping mouth while she let her head drop. She was the first to succumb and her body started to slack and fall sideways. The guards quickly grabbed her by the hips and held her up so Gustav could keep fucking her even while she was dying. And the man did so with despair, thrusting mightily and then even coming into her limp body. The guards let the woman go, which caused her to slump to her knees and sagging sideways. Gustav was still humping the air in front of him, his semen coming out in squirts. Then he too started to drop through his knees when his legs gave out. His body jerked a few more times, his eyes were visibly bulging, his face was blue and swollen. The woman likely had a similar deformed face, but Alisa could not see that from where she was standing. Both she and Charlotte now also went down on their knees, their legs feeble and their knees buckling. This was very hard to watch and Alisa felt sick. She watched with a gasp of disgust how both Gustav and Galyna lost their bladder control. Urine flowed out of their limp bodies, streaming down their legs. The guards didn’t seem to care and left the two corpses hanging with their necks in the garrottes. Someone then clapped and the other guards started to usher the men and women back to their cells.
Alisa got up and followed the others. She was horrified and as she looked one more time at the limp body of Galyna, she realized that the last moments of consciousness of the woman had been while being raped and strangled. What a way to go. It made her feel nauseous and shivers ran down her spine. She then glanced at the men to see how they were responding to all this. For the first time she noticed they were not pleased. So they did share something at least, in the face of death everyone was equal, rapist and victim alike. But she also expected them all to have an erection. And with a shudder she realized she too had an erection, a tingling sensation in her crotch. Damn.
zerns
Magistrate
I'm sorry they are showing up on your story thread. I wouldn't do anything to distract for your amazing writing and I was a bit concerned that posting my stuff my do that. I do want you to see my work because I consider you a peer in this kind of genre. Not sure how to do my own profile thread. Just tell me how to send them to you as a profile post. I really am not savvy about these kinds of sites. Sounds ridiculous but I have made my way in this field mostly person to person- No patreon thing or anything.Don't you have your own thread here on the forum with your work? As for not in line with this forum, send them to me as a profile post then. Still public but not in this story thread of mine.
zerns
Magistrate
i agree. Dont want her to be a gimp. Not yet anyway....Thanks for the suggestion, always welcome. But I'm not going down that path. I love legs too much. And I enjoy forcing the victim to use her fingers to masturbate.
zerns
Magistrate
2 points. If I was one of the guards and or prisoners and had any freedom or chance of it and knew I couldn't get off torturing someone I would arrange to kill my way out of there. Hopelfully with some others who would be equally disgusted- making sure I could at least kill myself rather then a torture death. Guts are apparently in short supply here. Though I'm starting to like smart Andrea. Second point; apparently this outfit doing the warehousing and torturing of "prisoners" is not in the direct employee of Syria. Apparently it is more likely an outsource location protected by supra-national interests and likely aligned with the crew that was torturing and going to crucify her in the first place. An independent gulag with various unaligned mercenaries carrying out the maintenence and torturing of "prisoners". Her current doctor, Otto and Mahdi are freelancers each with different goals and masters.
Doragon
Governor
That could very well be and I am thinking along those lines as well. But I am not going to write an overview of the setup as it's more fun to leave it open. Alisa will never find out the entire truth and if I can keep her paranoid and shocked about events, it's better than have her turn into a freedom fighter or conspiracy theorist.
zerns
Magistrate
I think for story tension maintenance your right. I think your biggest hook in the first part was the early announcement she was doomed to be tortured to death over 5 days. Not knowing exactly how but getting the general outline for it. And your naturalistic writing and realistic approach made it hard to resist-most torture narrative seem artificial in action and reaction, overdone with torture, unrealistic and occuring in some ancient kingdom of long ago. Cannot relate that shit at all. This second life imagining, the further ordeals, is almost doing the same for me. Not often a sequel feels as compelling and surprising as the original. I still hope awful things are in store for her and that she does not become some orgasm mad dominatrix serving Mahdi and the torture cabal. It is her torture that brings me to this theatre not the sundry supporting players. BTW I have sort of got the hang of posting my own threads and will not divert interest towards my stuff with illustrations unless they directly relate to your story.
Doragon
Governor
Chapter 20: The Auction
Alisa was taken to the infirmary. As before Doctor Petravic was delighted to see her. Alisa dreaded this visit more than before and when asked how she was feeling, she answered with a depressed tone that she was not feeling too well.“I can understand that,” said the doctor, “Your batteries have run out and you must have been really bored today.” Alisa felt sick hearing that response but thought the better of it to reply in honesty. With a sigh and much apprehension she sat down in the chair, spread her legs and allowed the doctor to remove the strap between her legs as well as the cup covering her vulva. Feeling air on her crotch again was such a relief!
“You kept yourself reasonably clean,” said the doctor, “well done. But of course you could not reach your pussy.” She pulled the dildo out of her vagina and then also the metal tube in her urethra, which felt highly uncomfortable and caused Alisa to urinate involuntarily. The doctor didn’t mind and caught the urine in a bedpan.
“Still a healthy stream, which means you didn’t get damaged. Very good, you are a strong woman,” smiled doctor Petravic. Alisa winced and didn’t reply.
Next came a procedure with two speculums to open Alisa’s vagina and also her cervix, so the little electrical ball could be taken out. This was actually the greatest relief and Alisa could almost kiss the doctor in thanks. And when the doctor also removed the chastity belt altogether, she was even smiling and said “Thank you doc.”
“Please, call me Petra,” smiled the doctor back.
“Petra…. Petravic?” inquired Alisa.
“Yes, my father had a sense of humour when he gave me that name,” smiled the woman back at her.
“Now tell me,” she then said while patting Alisa on her inner thigh, “how do you really feel?”
Alisa started talking, without even deciding she should. Only a little bit of friendliness was enough for her to open up and share her feelings. She explained how sad and scared she was, how the chastity belt had really been humiliating and how the devices had hurt. Then she told her about the executions they had to witness and how dreadful that had been. And finally she started weeping, saying she felt so terribly alone.
The doctor listened quietly, but when Alisa was done, she smiled.
“I can tell you, tonight you won’t be alone. And you won’t get bored either. Follow the guard, they have planned something really good tonight.”
Alisa followed the guard with anxiety. She also felt sad and betrayed as the doctor had not addressed any of her complaints and concerns. And finally she felt very uneasy about being taken from the infirmary naked. Usually she was wearing a uniform when taken somewhere.
The guard brought her into a part of prison she had not been to before. Going through a large door they ended up in an auditorium or small theatre. There was a stage that was well lit. The semi-circle of chairs was mostly empty, except for a few at the front. Alisa noticed a few men sitting there, in the dark, hard to see. But she noticed these were not people that worked here in this prison. They somehow reminded her of the men in business suits that had been present with her during her ordeals with Islamic State. Were they the same people? That was hard to believe, right?
Alisa was brought into the light and positioned on the stage, naked, vulnerable, in full view of the unknown men in the shadowy seats. Next the others girls were brought in, also naked. Carolina, with her large swaying breasts, the twins that were holding each other, Andrea with folded arms and angry expression on her face and finally Charlotte with her hands still in bandages and a well-shaped naked body. As they were positioned next to each other, Alisa noticed how only Andrea was taller than she was and how she was also the most athletic of the group. Carolina was the smallest but she also had the largest breasts. Alisa’s breasts were second to that. Charlotte was slightly smaller than Alisa but not by much. The twins were clearly the youngest, with small pointy breasts and slim bodies.
The women looked at each other, fear on most of their faces. After the executions earlier this day, they feared it might be their turn now. Alisa glanced around and noticed various contraptions and furniture behind them on the stage. There was a large wheel with cuffs attached to it, which immediately drew her attention, sending shivers down her spine. There was also a wooden bench that had a triangle shape, with a sharp top. Judging from the straps attached to it, it was supposed to be straddled, which would obviously be very painful. Then there were two smaller benches to the side, flat and short. And she noticed two poles fixed to the stage, one long and one short, each with metal cuffs hanging from the top.
She looked at Andrea, who was next to her and whispered if she knew what was going on. The woman replied softly: “It’s a show. Once a month they organize this. For those bastards.” She nodded in the direction of the men in the seats.
“There’s that director,” she added with a nod to the man who now stepped on the stage as well, a fat man wearing a suit that fitted badly. He was gross in many ways and Alisa felt a shiver running down her spine when she heard him speak in broken English with a voice that was nasty and shrill.
“Gentlemen, welcome back. Once more we present to you some of the lovely ladies that are awaiting trial.” He spoke slow and with a high-pitched voice that was in sharp contrast with his bulky size. Alisa felt it hard to listen to him without disgust.
“The investigations into their guilt are conducted in an orderly fashion,” he continued, “but it takes time and to be honest, this facility is very costly. It would be far easier to simply condemn and execute them, but justice demands that we give them a chance to prove their innocence. Therefor it is only fair to make them work a little in order to pay for the cost of their stay here.”
Andrea coughed and cursed with a whisper. “Always the same bullshit,” she scoffed. Alisa felt a chill running down her spine when she listened to the explanations. It made something clear to her: she was guilty until proven innocent. But it was also impossible to prove such a thing. The realization made her feel dizzy.
“Gentlemen,” the director continued, “like before we would greatly appreciate your… donations, your generous gifts to allow us to maintain this costly facility and the service we provide to these foreigners. And I am sure they will gladly repay your kindness with whatever is your taste.”
“Mon Dieu, we’re treated like whores,” whispered Charlotte.
“The bastards,” added Carolina.
The twins whimpered while they held each other tight. Alisa felt cold and focused on the men in their seats, who still said nothing and were difficult to see clearly. She assumed they were wealthy and she doubted they only wanted to fuck. The whole setup on stage tasted and felt like a torture show.
The men started bidding. One man, strange enough with a strong American accent, opened with a big offer on Carolina. Another man contested his bid and soon the price went up between them. The first man finally won the contest by making an outrageous offer. The second man then settled for Alisa, making her feel lightheaded with dread. This was all about breast size, she felt.
Another man stood up and stepped forward into the light. He was massive, twice as fat as the director, but with a booming and loud voice. His accent was Turkish. He held two leashes, both attached to large dogs. Alisa knew something about dogs and recognized they were mastiffs, guard dogs that could be quite brutal. Why was the man allowed to bring dogs to this horrible event? She shivered as she imagined how the dogs might bite one of the naked and vulnerable girls.
“The blond girls,” he informed while walking up to the twins, the dogs barking and making the girls squeal and cry. “Are they virgins?” he inquired.
“One of them is,” said the director in reply, “the other one has sadly lost her honour a couple of days ago.” Alisa felt sick as she had not realized Kajsa had been a virgin when she got raped the other day. And knowing Annika was still a virgin, made her feel even more sick as it clearly made the horrible man even more interested in her.
“I want them both,” said the man, “but for the price of one. I only pay for virginity. Name your price. You know my taste.”
The director named an insane amount, which the man offered to pay half, accusing the director of trying to get full price for them. The director grinned, admitted his mistake and accepted half price after all. Kajsa visibly retched as she realized she had been added for free because she had lost her virginity while being raped. And Annika equally retched as she realized she was going to lose her virginity now as well. Both girls screamed when the guards started to pull them to the side of the stage, bringing them to the two lower benches. They were both placed on their backs with their legs spread wide and arched beneath them, granting full access to their crotches.
All this made Alisa shiver. It was clear the men were prepared to pay so much money, they sure as hell would not settle for a simple blowjob. And seeing how the twins were treated, this was clearly going to be absolutely horrible.
Andrea was bought by an elegant dressed man she apparently had dealt with before, because she cursed openly at him when he greeted her. But she didn’t resist when the guards brought her to the wooden horse, as it was called, which was apparently the contraption she knew and her temporary master wanted to see her ride again.
Charlotte was brought to the long pole when she was bought by an Arab with a servant. The guards hung her with the metal cuffs by her wrists, her toes barely touching the ground.
Carolina was taken to the short pole where they made her kneel down with her arms cuffed behind her. The man who won the betting war over her was indeed American, even wearing a Texan hat. And he clearly had something utterly cruel in mind, judging from his grinning and the shocking remarks he made about her breasts, calling them udders and milkbags.
And finally Alisa, who was brought to the large wheel. She was trembling so bad, she could hardly stand when she looked at the contraption. They had to help her climbing on it, after which her arms and legs were spread wide and cuffed with leather straps. The man who purchased her gave directions. He was a sharp dressed French man with a cruel smile on his face.
zerns
Magistrate
One of the interesting and challenging things about the creativie process- regardless of what the medium or genre is - is that you are usually the sole craftsmen and your challenged by not only making something new if creating for others, but something new that satisfies you. Otherwise you loose interest in your project. Repitition is the death of creativity. I know Doragon takes great pains to craft something not only that most of us will like but that ulitmately has to keep him engaged. Hope I haven't misgendered you btw. Not that I really am all that hung up on it but I've made the assumption your male. Correct if I'm wrong or have forgotten.
Doragon
Governor
I am male, yes. I have a beautiful girl in a lovely pose as my avatar because it is so much nicer to look at, for me at least.
You are right, it is important to me to write about things that I find exciting. And it is also stimulating when others enjoy what I write. Which means that I sometimes also enjoy experimenting with things I would normally not think of myself. Always fun to write about something new and find a way to make it exciting for me as well. Like my previous story - I had never written a story about crucifixion before. But after reading a few very exciting stories on that subject here on this forum, I decided to try it myself as well and it came out pretty exciting.
The current scene is however the most difficult one I ever wrote. Not only because I now have 6 girls to torture simultaneously. I also had to come up with something that would reach higher than what has happened so far, but at the same time not go over the top as that would end the story too soon. There's also the problem that I have not decided yet on how this entire story is supposed to end. So I am kind of flying blind here. Which is great fun as it is a puzzle of torture.
Doragon
Governor
Chapter 21: Suffering
Alisa gasped as she was stuck on the wheel, bound by wrists and ankles and stretched out like an X. The wheel was slightly leaning backwards and high enough so she could oversee the entire stage. The customers, as the director called them, were prepared to take turns so each could enjoy what the others were doing. This also forced the girls to watch what the other girls were enduring, which added to the general misery they experienced.
Andrea was placed on the wooden horse and she cursed loud when her crotch was pressed hard on the sharp edge of the contraption. Her arms were tied behind her back, but lifted slightly so she was forced to lean forward a little, just enough to force her slit to carry most of her weight. Her legs were cuffed and tied to the sides of the horse, pulling her downward in such a way she could not lift herself to find any relief. And since she kept cursing, they stuffed a ball gag in her mouth, making her emitted cries and grunts sound muffled. It was clear to all that she was suffering and where the girls all shivered and trembled at the display of agony from their sister in need, the men equally enjoyed it all, applauding the man who was going to explore Andrea’s limits. To which he swore he was going much further, to see if he could wear the woman out this time. To this effect he had brought sharp clamps with him, something he had not used the previous time, clamps that were applied to her nipples to make her gasp and cry out in even more agony. Especially since the clamps were weighted, which caused her nipples and breasts to stretch painfully.
While Andrea was left to suffer in this manner, they all turned their attention to Charlotte, who was balancing on her toes with her arms pulled up high over her head. The Arab ordered his servant to whip her with a nasty looking flogger. The strands of the flogger had knots at the ends, which bit hard into her skin wherever they struck. She was allowed to turn her body around when she wanted, and the servant was skilled enough to hit a certain spot in such a way, she could not bear it any longer and turned around to avoid further inflicted pain in that spot, making fresh areas on the other side of her body available. In this way the servant struck her legs front and back, slowly going up, hitting her butt until she was bleeding, making her turn around to receive a whole series of lashes to her stomach. She turned again, while crying and weeping, giving access to her back, enduring the whipping until her backside from shoulders to hips was bleeding as well. Only in the last instance, when she could not take it anymore and when she was no longer able to support her weight with her toes, did she turn around to receive more terrible lashes over her breasts, making her squeal and cry out in horror until she finally fainted. This had taken almost half an hour but all the men had enjoyed watching that and nobody was impatient. The girls were all very despondent after this display of pure sadism and they dreaded their own treatment all the more.
Next the twins were destined to be raped and the Turk unleashed his mastiffs on them to do just that. The dogs apparently were trained for this because they immediately attacked the two weeping and screaming girls by licking them between their legs before jumping on them with sharp nailed paws, scratching their breasts and sides, and pressing immense penises against their tight crotches. Annika fainted when she was deflowered by the dog, who had no trouble forcing his entire penis straight into her tight orifice, tearing her hymen without much difficulty. Kajsa screamed just as loud as her still young and tight vagina was equally torn open by the merciless dog that mounted her. She didn’t faint though and endured the ripping and tearing of her vagina in full consciousness. The other girls watched in horror how the two dogs were rutting the Swedish girls and raped them with such speed and ferocity, it was unclear how the two girls were going to survive such an ordeal. And all the time the Turk encouraged his hounds with shouts and cheers. The other men also clearly enjoyed this display of abuse and some even applauded. But the real fun started when the dogs managed to get their knots into the girls as well, after which they erupted inside their bodies. Kajsa was retching and sobbing in response to the dogs orgasm. Annika had come around by this time and was also retching and crying while she suffered this absolutely demeaning act of violence on her body. Then both girls suffered greatly when the dogs tried to climb off the girls and pull out of them, which was impossible because of the swollen knots that kept their cocks trapped inside the girls. After a lot of pulling, howling of the animals, wailing and screaming of the girls and horrific suffering by them, the dogs finally managed to free themselves and they both received treats from their owner, after which they could rest a little. Alisa felt sick when she noticed how both animals laid down on the floor, panting and almost grinning with satisfaction or so it seemed, while the two Swedish girls howled and whimpered, sobbing about the pain in their torn vaginas.
Alisa was next. One of the guards took position next to the wheel and started to rotate it. She cried out when she slowly got turned upside down and there was nothing she could do to stop this or make it less frightening. And when she was turned upside down, it still didn’t stop as she got turned further, making a full circle and then a second one and a third. She cried and gasped several times while her body shifted weight while hanging by the cuffs around her wrists and her ankles. She was kept outstretched and tightly fixed to the rotating wheel. She got really dizzy and had a hard time to focus on what was happening around her. She did notice the French man standing in front of her, holding something. And she gagged when she realized he was holding a flogger, similar to the one that had been used on Charlotte. With a loud cry she felt the strands of the flogger hit her full on her breasts, which quickly turned out to be the main focus of the man as he kept hitting her on her breasts, no matter if she was upside down or right side up. While she cried out in horrible agony, she realized her breasts were all the time shifting up and down and side to side while she was being turned over. The flogger kept hitting her breasts from different angles, not so much because the man struck her differently, but because her breasts were hanging at different angles all the time. Soon it felt like her entire chest was ablaze and she started to shake no matter how brave she tried to endure this ordeal. Finally it ended with her upside down and the whipping stopped. She hung there, panting and shivering, her breasts deformed by gravity, her skin red and swollen from the terrible flogging. All she could do to recover was wait and take deep breaths while she had to watch what was in store for the last woman of the group.
Carolina had been placed on her knees with her arms tied to the short pole behind her. Her position was very uncomfortable, but she was mostly shaking with fear after having witnessed the torture of the others. However, when she saw what the big Texan had planned for her, she cried out and frantically pulled at the straps holding her in place. A brazier with a fire already burning in it, was carefully carried over to her. In the fire several iron rods were heating up. Carolina whimpered and tried to twist herself as far away from the clearly felt heat of the fire.
“Time for some cattle branding,” said the man after he spat in the fire, causing it to hiss. Carolina was so scared, she tried to get to her feet, twisting her body so far she almost dislocated her shoulders. The guards quickly put her back in place, this time also tying ropes around her legs to keep her in a kneeling position, and tying a strap around her neck to keep her upright. She wailed and cried and begged for mercy. The other women howled with her, also begging for mercy. Until the guards were told to shut them all up and they went around with floggers to whip them all until all the girls were only silently weeping.
“You are making such a noise,” said the Texan while he took out one of the irons. It was a straight metal bar, the tip glowing bright yellow, almost white. Without any hesitation he pressed the glowing hot metal against her thigh. Her skin hissed, smoke curled up around the iron and she screamed out loud in absolute agony.
“There, not so bad, is it?” he asked cruelly. He tossed the iron back into the fire and now he took a thin metal skewer.
“I like my meat skewered though,” he said, “for the barbecue.”
Carolina wept and screamed when he kneeled in front of her, taking hold of her left breast and squeezing her flesh to flatten the nipple between his fingers. He then pressed the sharp tip of the skewer into her areola and then through her breast to come out at the other side. Carolina was retching in pain and horror and to make it worse he next skewered her other nipple with the same pointy rod.
“Look, nice shish kebab,” he laughed while pulling the rod upward and thereby lifting both her breasts higher up. “They love shish kebab here, right? I know I do.”
A thin rope was tied around the metal rod, between her nipples, which was then tied around her neck while pulling both breasts up. Her nipples were almost up to her chin now and the undersides of her breasts were stretched out.
The Texan took another iron from the hot coals. The tip was bent at a 90 degrees angle and it was bright hot. Carolina wailed and cried, when he aimed it at the flat underside of her left breast. The metal hissed against her skin and she screamed in absolute agony. He didn’t keep it there for long but after taking it off, he applied it a second time, causing a parallel burn next to the scarred vertical line. It was like he was drawing on her skin. She screamed and shook all over while she suffered both burn marks on her breast, which resulted in two vertical black lines on the underside of her breast.
“Love is a burning thing,” sang the Texan while he put the iron back in the fire and picked up another one. “And it makes a fiery ring,” he continued. The iron he now held, had a circle at the end of it, hot as iron could be. Carolina screamed and screamed and screamed when he pressed it three times against her breast, smoke rising from her hissing skin. Two black circles were pressed into her skin, right under the two vertical lines and then another one at the top. The burn marks formed a stylistic penis on her skin, the ultimate humiliation. Carolina fainted from the utter agony and misery.
zerns
Magistrate
Nice job orchestrating the stage. And love the creative use of branding to draw a penis. Also by rotating Alisa you get every square inch of her tit whipped. Keep going!
zerns
Magistrate
Thanks for the insight. Yes your avatar is sexy. A crucificationn story before with the additional tortures and all new! Even more amazing. You fleshed it out well , from her mindscape to the torture scenarios. Yes the best puzzle isn't it. Not knowing where its going keeps it fresh and you can improvise-or perhaps even adjust by suggestion.
Doragon
Governor
As often when I am struggling with a story, I woke up last night with some solutions and plans in my head. It's almost as if the story is telling me something in my sleep. I love how that works sometimes. Now I need to finish what I had going, and resist the temptation of jumping ahead to my new plans.
zerns
Magistrate
OMG yes! I get an idea , sketch it then must wait- creating a bridge to get to that place. Got a page I'm inking now that was sketched 2 months ago!As often when I am struggling with a story, I woke up last night with some solutions and plans in my head. It's almost as if the story is telling me something in my sleep. I love how that works sometimes. Now I need to finish what I had going, and resist the temptation of jumping ahead to my new plans.
zerns
Magistrate
The good thing about a hot rod through the breast is that is cauterizes as it goes- the bad thing is that the hot skewer gets stuck to the meat as it's pushed through and "hangs up". The best way to do it is to push hard quickly and let the cauterizing happen all at once. Still you have to remove the skewer and this breaks the internal scab and starts bleeding again. A greased or oiled skewer is best.
Doragon
Governor
With cattle branding the iron is applied for 5 seconds, leaving only a scorch mark, no open wound.
zerns
Magistrate
I guess the skewer was cooled that went through her tit's because it had already been applied to her thigh. It's all just the fun of academic torture. Love the detail of torture. Your so right about brands- that is how they brand humans-painful as Hell but not really pulling up too much dermis. I wonder if they will be abused more on the stage because I love the callous nature of staged bitches being tortured for entertainment.