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sifax

Governor
Hope the flaying alive part is with whips. Might not be efficient but I believe it will be more painful that way.
Using very sharp knifes the ordeal may be longer if executioners are skilled. For instance, it is said that M. A. Bragadino, venetian general of Famagusta (Cyprus), was flayed alive in 1571 by turkish troops. The executioners used sharp knifes and probably (specially if we look at the paintings of the time) started with his legs (perhaps tied upside down to maintain the brain irrigated and awake?). Bragadino is said to be lasted half an hour to death. Anyway, after death the executioners peeled all the skin.
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josemmm

Onlooker
A slow, terrible and painful execution indeed!
The detail of rubbing a salt and vinegar mixture on the flayed flesh is something I had not seen before but it seems pretty horrible.
I'm sure the executioners will refine their procedures to get sure the girls are going to reach that final part of their ordeal "well alive".
It's going to be a most entertaining evening for the spectators!
 

Lord Ludwig

Executioner
Using very sharp knifes the ordeal may be longer if executioners are skilled. For instance, it is said that M. A. Bragadino, venetian general of Famagusta (Cyprus), was flayed alive in 1571 by turkish troops. The executioners used sharp knifes and probably (specially if we look at the paintings of the time) started with his legs (perhaps tied upside down to maintain the brain irrigated and awake?). Bragadino is said to be lasted half an hour to death. Anyway, after death the executioners peeled all the skin.
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I actually read he survived for a couple of days.
 

Lord Ludwig

Executioner
OK guys... considering the reactions to the announcement of the sentence I fear what's coming will not go down well.A long time ago, when this thread was just started, someone wrote: "we can only hope a certain white-haired witcher is launching a rescue". To which I answered how we all hate it when the hero comes to interrupt before the fun starts. So please remember, the fun here started a while ago, and we've had several quite extreme torture scenes.

We all, always, want more of what we like. But let's face it: do we really want to see the luscious bodies of Ciri, Yen and Triss reduced to the looks of a bloody beefsteak?

Well, no doubt some of you guys would indeed want that, and I respect your tastes. But personally I always prefer those stories where the heroine/victim comes out in the end alive and... well, not exactly unharmed, but ready for a hypothetical round 2. Especially in a heroic fantasy scenario, where we can't really have those girls dying without Geralt doing anything. And the flaying was never going to be performed for real (as much as "for real" applies to pixels). Yours truly, who wrote the text and came up with the idea, and JD, who made all this remarkable art work, both agreed that a flayed body is disgusting rather than arousing. I tried to persuade him to do one more pic where the process was just starting, say a guy with a knife tracing a small red line somewhere close to Yen's collarbone, but JD was adamant that even that was too much.

So, the story is not over, but is certainly coming to a conclusion. I hope you agree that the voyage was worth it, and tag along for those lasts stops, even if it will portray the much loathed "hero to the rescue".

Here is part XLV A

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Stilet2

Executioner
OK guys... considering the reactions to the announcement of the sentence I fear what's coming will not go down well.A long time ago, when this thread was just started, someone wrote: "we can only hope a certain white-haired witcher is launching a rescue". To which I answered how we all hate it when the hero comes to interrupt before the fun starts. So please remember, the fun here started a while ago, and we've had several quite extreme torture scenes.

We all, always, want more of what we like. But let's face it: do we really want to see the luscious bodies of Ciri, Yen and Triss reduced to the looks of a bloody beefsteak?

Well, no doubt some of you guys would indeed want that, and I respect your tastes. But personally I always prefer those stories where the heroine/victim comes out in the end alive and... well, not exactly unharmed, but ready for a hypothetical round 2. Especially in a heroic fantasy scenario, where we can't really have those girls dying without Geralt doing anything. And the flaying was never going to be performed for real (as much as "for real" applies to pixels). Yours truly, who wrote the text and came up with the idea, and JD, who made all this remarkable art work, both agreed that a flayed body is disgusting rather than arousing. I tried to persuade him to do one more pic where the process was just starting, say a guy with a knife tracing a small red line somewhere close to Yen's collarbone, but JD was adamant that even that was too much.

So, the story is not over, but is certainly coming to a conclusion. I hope you agree that the voyage was worth it, and tag along for those lasts stops, even if it will portray the much loathed "hero to the rescue".

Here is part XLV A

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Errrrhhhhh .... and I hoped, I hoped.
:-(((((((((((
Such wonderful story, and ... rescuing.
I am weeping.
 

sifax

Governor
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Lady Leslie's Painful Execution

Written by Tortura


The bound and gagged woman was pulled into the torture chamber by two burly guards. They were followed by an official looking man who handed a parchment to the Chief Executioner. The latter read the document and then spoke to the official.

"So, one Lady Leslie Grey has been sentenced to death by slow torture. The order issued by the king himself in punishment for the crime of treason. Did he have a particular method in mind?"

"Skinning her alive was suggested."

"Indeed." The Chief Executioner paused to examine Lady Grey. She appeared a strong specimen with long blonde hair and a creamy complexion. He paid particular attention to her skin, rubbing his hands up and down her throat and then slipping one down the bosom of her dress, his fingers kneading her breast and nipple. She squirmed at this humiliating intrusion of her person, her protests muffled by the gag. At last he withdrew his hand and smiled. "A most suitable proposal. We'll use our sharpest knives on the lady, it should ensure her many hours of agony." During this macabre conversation the woman's eyes grew wide and fearful as she struggled vainly against the guards. Nodding to them, the Executioner said, "Place her in the pillory and chain her ankles to the floor. We must prepare her for her ordeal."

"May I stay and observe," said the official.

"Certainly, sir. I am always pleased to show off my skills, and she should prove to be an excellent subject."

In a few moments, Leslie found herself secured to the pillory. Her legs spread wide apart and anchored to the floor with cuffs and chains. Bent at the waist, her head and hands protruded from the front of the device. She was still fully clothed.

The executioner's assistant, a pale, thin lipped young man, removed her gag. After coughing and choking for a minute, the woman regained her voice and pleaded with the men. "Please, I have done nothing to deserve such a fate," she cried. "Have mercy on me, please. If I must die, don't let it be in such a horrible manner. I will do anything you ask, I can pay you handsomely. Help me! Oh, please, I don't want to die like this!" She rattled the chains about her feet and shook her head from side to side. Tears fell from her eyes as she begged, "Oh, God, please have mercy on me!"

"Stifle your pleas, girl!" the executioner shouted, pulling her head up by the hair. "It will do no good here." Leslie held back her cries. "As for showing you mercy, well, we will be kind to you and allow you the pleasure of being well fucked by both my assistant and myself before we start your skinning. Enjoy getting poked, girl! It will be your last pain-free moments on this earth. Billy, you will relieve the lady of her clothing and of her pussy hair. After I have fucked her you may take her up the rear if you like. I venture to say her Ladyship has never had that experience before," he said, and than began laughing with gusto as he let loose of her hair.

Tears ran down the woman's face and she cried quietly while Billy removed her clothing, cutting and tearing it away from her body until she was completely naked, except for her shoes and stockings. The aide then expertly shaved her cunt and asshole, which would make the tortures easier. Then the executioner stepped behind her, dropped his pants, planted his hands on her hips, and jammed his rather impressive rod into her naked hairless pussy. Leslie sobbed with shame as he thrust in and out of her body for several minutes until, she felt herself helplessly responding to his assault. Her cries turned to gasps, then groans and the man grinned with delight as she undulated in counter-time to each stroke, pushing her backside toward him as he penetrated her, then drawing back as he pulled out. "I told you that you would enjoy it, your Ladyship," he taunted.

The executioner took great delight in copulating with a condemned woman before carrying out her sentence. The last things she would feel on this earth would be what he provided her, he mused: intense pleasure, unbearable pain and finally the eternal emptiness of death. He felt her stiffen as her body was engulfed in the ecstasy of orgasm. Then he bellowed and his seed burst forth into her vagina.

Pulling out, he walked in front of a breathless Lady Grey, pulled her head up again by the hair and wiped his member clean under her chin. "I will have to see if you enjoy it as much after we have you freshly peeled like a ripe little red grape," he asked, letting her head free.

Now it was Billy's turn. Rubbing his pecker on the semen dripping from her cunt, he lubricated himself, then pried apart the cheeks of her ass and forced himself up her freshly shaved rectum in one cruel stroke. She squealed and hollered as he fucked her in the dusky passage of her shit-hole, which clenched tightly about his organ, trying to expel the thing from her body. Leslie had never been sodomized before and she did not like it at all. Billy grinned with pleasure as his penis was squeezed by the rippling within the woman's seething bowels. After several long minutes of vigorous pumping, Billy finally shot his seed into her trembling bottom and extracted himself from Leslie's anus.

Billy patted her fondly on the behind, for what he considered an excellent ass-fucking. He had a theory that a woman's ability to withstand torture was directly related to the strength of her sphincter muscle. Based on that he concluded Lady Leslie Grey would suffer a very long time. For a brief moment he felt a bit sorry for her, but his good humor returned as her dainty little asshole opened slightly and she farted uncontrollably, adding to her humiliation.

Now it was time for the more serious work to begin. Billy gently kissed her tear stained face as he secured cuffs to Leslie's wrists. The cuffs were then attached to ropes hanging from the ceiling. He then released her from the pillory and began pulling on the ropes, hauling her arms up then lifting her into the air. He stopped when her toes were a yard above the floor. She hung limply for a minute or two until the Chief Executioner brought out the skinning knives and began sharpening them before her very eyes. Then she screamed hysterically and kicked her legs madly, sending her high-heeled pumps flying off her feet. With some difficulty Billy was able to grab each leg long enough to roughly remove her stockings. Then he attached a spreader bar to the woman's ankles. Heavy weights were then suspended from the bar until the stress momentarily took her breath away and caused Leslie to groan as her whole body was stretched taut. She began sweating profusely now, her muscles knotting visibly as Billy carefully added one more weight. Pulling hard on the ropes from which she was suspended, he slowly lowered her until the weights which dangled near her feet were barely off the ground. Leslie could not move. Every inch of her body was pulled tight. Laboring for breath, she had given up begging and was now making only shallow wheezing sounds from deep in her chest.

Leslie was staring wide eyed as each of the knives was brought to razor sharpness by her executioner. There were a dozen of them in various lengths and shapes. She became almost hypnotized, her mind focused on these instruments which would soon be used for her destruction. Despite her terror, her breathing became more regular as her body adjusted to the tension. She was startled as something cool and wet was pressed to her chin. Holding a large silver cup, Billy tilted it against her lips and bade her drink. At first she refused, clenching her teeth and turning her head to the side.

"It's only water, your Ladyship," Billy informed her, making a mockery of her title. "Either drink it now or I'll have to force it down you with a funnel," he added. Leslie acquiesced. The water tasted cool and refreshing and she soon downed the entire cup. She was so frightened she did not notice the taste of the herbal stimulants which had been added to the water. Billy made her drink two more cupfuls. When she finished the lastcup, Leslie's eyes once again turned to the Chief Executioner. Panic seized her and she gave a brief cry. He was sharpening the last of the knives, a three inch instrument with a curved blade.

 

sifax

Governor
Well, I really read it somewhere, but I doubt it is true. On English Wikipedia I find no further details; on Italian Wikipedia they state he was tortured for almost two weeks before the flaying and expired before it was completed.
Yes, I have the same information, but perhaps Titian who was of the same age than Bragadin knew supplice details when he painted "Marsyas´ordeal". This is why I have explained the suposed method by turkish executioners.
 

sifax

Governor
Lady Leslie's Painful Execution part 2

Meanwhile, Billy was speaking with the king's official, keeping his voice low so that Leslie could not hear. "We have to keep her well watered, because she's going to lose a lot of it when her skin is gone. Mind you, she won't bleed much, we'll be sure of that, but a girl has a lot of liquid other than blood in her, and when her skin is taken off it sort of leaks out, if you know what I mean. It's part of my job to give the lady a cup or two every few minutes. It will keep her alive longer and there is something in the water that helps keep her from fainting too. There's nothing more tiresome than having a girl drop into a coma before she's even half skinned. Why it spoils all the fun."

"Billy, it is time to begin," said the Chief Executioner. Then he bowed mockingly at his terrified victim and said to her, "Madame, I apologize for keeping you waiting. However, everything is now in order, so let us get started at once." He then approached herwith the dreaded knife glistening in the torch light. The king's official moved his chair in order to get a better view of the show, while Billy grasped Leslie at the waist from behind in order to keep her steady.

"Take a deep breath and close your eyes, girl, and the first cut will be over before you know it," Billy advised her. Instinctively she did as she was told.

The Chief Executioner touched the blade to her right thigh, about two inches below her hip, and then gently, almost lovingly, ran a complete circle around it, ending the incision precisely where it had begun. "There you are, love, slick as a whistle," Billy told her when the knife was withdrawn. Leslie let out her breath, opened her eyes and looked down. She had felt nothing except a slight pressure, but she could see the blood well up along the cut and then drip slowly down her leg.

"Quick now, another deep breath," Billy cautioned. Leslie closed her eyes tightly and cried softly as the executioner ran another circle just above her knee. But again she felt no pain, so sharp was the blade. The blood from this second wound ran in little rivulets down her shin and calf toward her foot.

"That's a girl," Billy complimented her as she once again closed her eyes and held her breath when the third cut was made lengthwise down her outer thigh, connecting the two circles.

Billy released her for a moment, while the Chief Executioner carefully wiped her blood from the knife he had been using and selected another. This was a shorter instrument, broad at the base and tapering to a sharp rounded tip. Leslie watched him as she felt the warm blood trickle down her leg. Her teeth chattered as once again panic seized her. "Ahh... Ahh... I'm afraid," she stammered. In her terror she looked about for Billy, wanting him to tell her what to do. "Helpme-e-e-e. I... I'm afraid. Oh, dear God, I'm afraid, please help me. Ple-e-e-ase." Her executioner approached her with his latest weapon. "No. Not yet. Please wait," she begged. Then in desperation she added quite sincerely, "Please, fuck me again, Sir. Anywhere, fuck me anywhere, but please, wait, don't hurt me. Please, oh please!"

The Chief Executioner held the blade close to her leg and listened to her continued pleadings as the condemned woman promised to perform numerous obscene acts in a desperate attempt to forestall her inevitable doom. She continued to debase herself before him until Billy returned with a short stick, made of soft wood, with leather straps fastened to each end. "Take this between your teeth, girl," he said, pushing it toward her mouth. She turned her head away and said no, but Billy was insistent. "Lady Grey, the pain is going to start now and it's going to be bad, real bad. Either bite this stick or you're probably going to bite your own lips off, understand?" Then he added disdainfully, "You don't want to squeal and die like an animal?"

The last statement sobered her, as she realized that they had reduced her to just that, an animal. Her mind was revolted by the things she had been saying, and she summoned all her strength to help her die with at least some dignity. Sobbing quietly, admitting the hopelessness of her situation, Lady Leslie Grey opened her mouth and accepted the stick. Billy quickly tied the straps together behind her neck, making the stick between her teeth into a kind of bit as is used on horses.

Billy then returned to position behind her, once again holding her steady by the hips, as the executioner prepared to go to work with the new knife. First he worked the tip of the knife under the skin at the top of the first incision. Biting into the stick, Leslie grimaced with pain as he carefully worked the blade in. But soon she was gasping through her clenched teeth as he grasped the corner of the loosened patch of skin and began peeling it back with his left hand, while he continued to work the knife under it with his right. Leslie bit down harder and harder on the stick and twisted her head from side to side. Beads of sweat broke out on her forehead as she tried valiantly to endure the pain. Choked cries of agony escaped her lips between desperate breaths. Billy felt the tension in her body as he held her lower half immobile so the Chief Executioner could complete his task. Working carefully, it took that skilled fellow about five minutes to peel off the entire area between the two circles he had made around Leslie's upper leg. When he was done he held up triumphantly a bloody strip about seven inches wide and ten inches long.

For a moment, Leslie stopped shaking her head and her cries subsided. Her eyes grew even wider with horror as she saw the awful thing, waved before her face, that had once been the creamy white skin of her thigh.

"A souvenir, sir!" the Chief Executioner laughed as he tossed the grisly tidbit to the king's official, who jumped aside to keep it from landing on his immaculate attire. The executioner and Billy both laughed at his squeamishness. Then they returned their attention to the condemned woman.

She was looking straight ahead, her focus on the distant wall, willing herself not to look down at her mutilated leg. The pain from it was causing her to moan through the bit as drool ran down her chin.

The king's official, despite his weak stomach, studied the terrible wound. As promised, there was not a great deal of bleeding, although there was enough to make a small puddle where it dripped from her toes to the floor. Between her knee and hip, the raw mass glistened with moisture which oozed out from the exposed tissue. He could easily see the veins and arteries pulsing below the uncovered flesh and what was probably exposed muscles and body fat. Although the sight sickened him somewhat, he was also filled with sexual lust, his member stiffening in his pants.The torturer then obstructed his view as he began the process of stripping away the skin of her lower leg. This time the circles were cut below the woman's right knee and above her ankle. He connected the circles with a slice along the back of her calve. Billy grasped the knee and foot and held her tightly while the executioner literally "unwrapped" the skin from her lower leg. As this was accomplished, the girl managed to scream loudly despite the bit in her mouth. She continued to do so as he then skinned the front of her knee but left the back intact. He patted the lonely piece of skin behind her knee. "We'll leave her with this. It's too easy to cut a blood vessel back there," he explained.

They waited several minutes for Leslie to adjust to the pain and calm down. When her screams faded to a simpering wail, Billy brought her a fresh cup of water. Loosening the gag, he shoved the vessel to her lips, tilted her head back and poured it in slowly. Leslie's throat was raw from screaming and so she drank the water eagerly. When she finished drinking, she instinctively looked down at the source of her great pain.

At first she did not understand what she saw. Stupidly she twisted her foot and clenched her toes, trying to find her leg. "Oh, my God!" she gasped in disbelief, as she realized that the bloodyraw piece of live meat that hung from her hip was her leg, or all that was left of it. Then the thing began to twitch uncontrollably, pulsing with life, and pain. All thoughts of a stoic death erased from her mind she threw her head back and howled despairingly. Once more she started pleading for mercy, offering herself to the men, imploring them to cut her leg off so she could make love to them. She was screaming, "Take it off! Cut it off!" until Billy again gagged her with the stick. Even then she still tried to plead with her torturers, but her words were largely unintelligible, the stick making it impossible for her tongue to reach her lips.
 
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