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Watching the man die, the soldier who I had marched beside and fucked on numerous occasions was a fascinating experience. He did not die well. Rather than hanging limply until the life passed from his eyes, he kicked, twisted and humped the air. His legs clamped together tightly and his cock stood long, red and angry. His balls were squeezed between his thighs and he seemed ot be fucking the air.

His face turned red, the veins in his neck strained and his ass clenched over and over. His entire body flexed in ways I had never seen it flew before. It was like a ripple or wave rolled through his muscles from his chest down to his feet. He moved sort of like a belly dancer, not a very manly look.

Nothing about this was manly. It was rather pathetic, being tied by enemies and dying in a humiliating fashion in front of several cameras and enemies cheering and commenting on how his cock bounced.

He brought his knees nearly to his chest and when he slammed then downward, his cock exploded, jets of cum shooting straight into the air with unbelievable power.

Most of it landed on his face, his nose, his cheeks and some reaching his gaping mouth.

It was pathetic. He finally hung limp and his cock softened. He jerked a few times and then he pissed himself.

A strong virile soldier, reduced to a pathetic sack of meat, recorded for his country to see, hanging by a stretched neck with his own cum dripping off his face.

My fellow male prisoners had close up views of the entire event.

They were offered but none wanted to say goodbye to Staci and me. They didn’t try to hide their terror. They shook as they stood in line waiting their turn. They weren’t even hard.

Until they stepped to the noose and the noose was placed over their heads and around their strong necks. The executioner jerked them until the grew hard despite their fear and they were raised off the ground. The asphyxia ensured they stayed hard.

Each of them came violently before they died and most of them died with their own cum on their face, chest or abdomen. After the second man pissed himself some of the men began to cry loudly.

I was spread out on a cross, nailed, all my free will taken from me, unable to even touch myself, naked and writhing and I knew there was a strong likelihood millions of people would see me on the internet. I had days of pain rather than minutes waiting for me and then the cold embrace of death. Despite what I was going through I was ashamed of these men even more. They all laid in a large container on wheels, a body pile of naked dead bodies carelessly thrown on top of each other and they had all gone out as cowards. Not even Staci has cried as much during her time on the cross.

When the bodies were taken away my mind was no longer distracted and I regained complete focus on my own pain. I still moved side to side, up and down, trying to fund a position I could breath easier in or cramp less. Nothing worked. I was in hell.

My pussy was betraying me as usual. I was sweating from the movement but that was not sweat that soaked my folds. Inside I was so hot. I wanted to be fucked or touch myself, scratch the itch that pain usually demanded of me. Staci was being whipped and squealing every time the leather hit her beautiful breasts.

I was given nothing. Trey and Jessica ignored me. Only a lone camera set on a tripod in front of my body witnessed my pain and humiliation.

Of course I knew what they were doing. There was only one way to torture a masochist. Do nothing to her. Or at least nothing else in this case. There was no satisfaction that accompanied this pain. Some may think being a masochist would be a blessing in this case. If you get off on pain this should be the ultimate orgasm. In reality being a masochist made my life hell.

I still felt pain and reacted to it. It hurt. Everytime I was whipped or chained or called a whore, it hurt. My curse was to feel any pleasure I had to endure pain. I had tried my entire adult life to get off like a normal woman. I didn’t like to only be able to orgasm when I was humiliated or made to suffer. It was what it was. A curse and this was no paradise. This was hell with the occasional orgasm thrown in. Not to say the orgasms weren’t great. The greater the pain or humiliation, the greater the orgasm. But the pain always remained.

I had a feeling a new pain would be coming soon. Trey gave me water.

“Is that…”

“Yeah, it’s the aphrodisiac. Not that you need it. I can smell your arousal twenty feet away. Poor Chloe. It sucks not to shove your fingers up your cunt, doesn’t it?”

I didn’t bother to answer because the answer was obvious.

“Your Human Rights advisor is on her way. She is legally required to take any last words and explain what we can and likely well do to you. Torturing a masochist is my ultimate challenge. How much pain can I put you through before you break and no longer have a wet little cunt? How much can you take before you beg me to kill you? Here she is now. See you soon, love.”

Another person who was neutral. I hate those the most. At least I knew what I was to the enemy. They treated me like an enemy, tortured me and were killing me like an enemy. Just like the last bitch we all saw when we arrived, this one would look at me with pity while hiding satisfaction. She would be condescending and cold and she likely got off on death as much as I got off on pain.

I wasn’t sure what was worse. The clock on the far side of the execution area above the cells showed how long I had been hanging. As my body became used to sliding up and down, I paid more attention to the clock. I watched the minutes go by so slowly, knowing they would never end until I was dead. Maybe it have been better to be outside at night with no way to know the time.

I ached all over. The pain in my body from cramps was becoming as bad as the pain in my wrists and feet. It took an hour before a rather sever looking bitch in a tight uniform with huge tits came before me. My cross was lowered into the ground so I was face to face with her.

“Do you have any last words for anyone?” she asked shortly.

I shook my head. I had left my parents without a word. I’m not sure if they even knew I was in the army. My brother had disappeared a year before I graduated high school and I hadn’t seen or heard from him since. We never got along so I wasn’t too upset about it. What could I possibly say? Hey Mom and Dad, I joined the army, got captured and now I’m pinned naked to a cross trying not to orgasm for the camera more than I have to? I’m dying but its okay because I’m a pain slut.

“I do not have to tell you your situation. They do have the right to video this and you are currently on the internet now. You and little Staci have over a million followers. That’s a lot of dicks and pussies being rubbed out.”

The bitch reached out and placed her finger on my clit and I jerked forward. I couldn’t help the moan of pleasure that caught me by surprise.

“You are a hot one. I’m surprised they are even wasting the drug on you. You have a cute body. I would love to beat the hell out of your cute little face if you wouldn’t enjoy it so much.”

I smirked despite the pain. “I thought you were neutral?”

“Politically yes, personally, I would love to be the one to kill you. I can tell by looking at you that you fear death. I would love to be the one to cause that spark to go out of your eyes. I would gut you if you were wondering."

She walked away.

“I wasn’t.” I yelled after her.

They remainder of the afternoon was unremarkable. I was not molested surprisingly. I was left alone in my pain. My pain was a dull ache and a burning sensation on my feet. My hands had gone number and I couldn’t feel my toes so that was nice.

At six PM, Trey and Jessica started fucking with me. They tased my nipples and cunt, stuck the prongs into my labia and watched me dance faster, scream louder and cum over and over. They kept me hydrated with that damn water that was making me act like a wanton slut I was on video for the world to see.

At nine o clock, before Jessica brought out the whip, I had to ask for the…call it what it was. It was a diaper. Small and only temporary but I had to pee in it. It was warm, and when it was gone she cleaned me with a wet cloth. I don’t believe I had been more humiliated than I had been at that moment. That was when it became clear that I really had no purpose or ability to do anything but hang until my muscles gave out and I stopped breathing.

Luckily it shouldn’t take long. My arms and legs were on fire. I wouldn’t survive this for days like they thought.

I learned that wasn’t the case at midnight. My cross was raised high in the air and then to my shock it began sipping back until it was in the horizontal position I was originally nailed in.

“What is this?!”

Trey laughed at me. “I said you would live for four to six days. For the next couple nights we will bring you down to give you a breather. Take some deep breaths, and after you are finished giving head to a regiment that just returned you can maybe even get a few hours of sleep. Just remember, Jess and I will be sleeping and we aren’t wiping cum out of your eyes. If you get shot there keep them closed until morning.”

They strapped me around the waist and across my breasts so I wouldn’t tip to one side or the other and the lights went out.

It wasn’t long until loud soldiers entered the arena and I had fingers in my cunt and cocks in my mouth. Trey’s advice was good and I kept my eyes closed until the morning. I must have fallen into a fretful sleep because something slapped my face. I opened my matted eyes and saw a cock in front of my mouth.

My eyes traveled up and I forgot how to breathe.

“Jake?”

“Hey little sis. I heard we had a special POW. Trey was nice enough to let me have his shift for the day. Now suck my cock. We have a long day ahead. I know how much pain you can take. We will find out how much humiliation you can take before you beg me to kill you.”
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Will there be a completion of the story?
 
But we all know that in the real world, outside of Israel, only us born with cock and balls are deemed disposable enough to be forced to fight on the front lines while female have the option. Fantasy is cute, but reality is so much more interesting.
 
Rape one can learn to adjust...an agonizing brutal cruel slow torturous gruesome death is not something that females need to worry about.
 
Jake looked down on me with that same lecherous grin I had grown used to when he lived with us. It took me back to the night of my graduation party when he cornered me in the bathroom and fucked me. He had told me then he knew what I was and what I needed. He whispered all the ways he would hurt me and I gave in. It was forbidden and humiliating and that made it all the better. I didn’t even like him and that was a large part of the allure.

“So you are here.”

“I am. I am here to rescue you.”

“Rescue me? I doubt that.”

He laughed as if he were in on a joke I wasn’t. It wasn’t a boisterous laugh, just one reserved for me when I said something stupid and he was patronizing me.

“Do you have any idea what they plan to do to you?”

I tried to laugh but didn’t have it in me. “I am not sure but I suspect they plan to kill me.”

Jake nodded. “They aren’t just going to kill you. They are going to punish you. They are going to do nothing. Everyday they will let you hang here and not touch you. Every night they will let you down and let you rest. You won’t be getting off. No special drink for little Chloe. They will give you electrolytes and energy gels. They will keep you alive for days and days. The record is ten before the bitch’s arms finally dislocated and she asphyxiated.

“Does that sound like a death worthy of my little sister, the best fuck I ever had?”

It sounded like hell.

“They are going to torture your little friend next to you. She can’t handle pain. She would prefer a slow death. You however, that isn’t you. So take her pain. Let her live a few days longer and go out yourself in a blaze of glory. Or I should say a blaze of shame.”

I got chills listening to him. He was always a pig but he always knew what made me click.

“What are you going to do to me?” I asked, wondering if I could really take what he was giving me.

Jake was pleased with the question and I knew he had given this a lot of thought.

“First, our army is moving into our old hometown. I’m going to record everything, especially you willingly fucking me and I’m going to make Daddy watch. Your daddy issues are legendary, Sis. What do you think of daddy watching his girl being fucked by her brother and liking it?”

No. Please no. Despite my mind rebelling against it, my body was already responding.

“I’m going to fuck you, whip you, burn you, and shock you. I’m going to cause you more pain than you have ever experienced. I’m going to permanently mar you so you know there will be no going back even if these nails miraculously fell out. I’m going to humiliate you and you will beg me for more. Then, tomorrow morning, I am going to take my knife, stab you right over your sweet pussy and run it up to your chest. I’m going to gut you and watch the life leave your eyes.

I raised my head and looked down my body, imagining me cut open. It was a horrible thought. I was the worst thing I could imagine. I would prefer asphyxiation from the cross to being mutilated.

But dying over the course of ten days without being touched, having to listen to Staci going through the torture I could have…

I was going to die. If he wanted to gut me then why not? What did I have to lose.

“Okay.”

Jake looked as if had won a prize. I suppose he did. It isn’t every day that your little sister who you lusted after gives permission to torture and gut you.

I turned my head to the side and opened my mouth. I didn’t focus on the camera guy who had moved closely, filming everything for the parents. I didn’t focus on my nose itching and being unable to scratch it. I didn’t focus on the still sharp pain of the nails going through my wrists and feet.

I just opened my mouth, accepted the cock and let him do his thing. I twirled my tongue, sucked, pressured and fought back my gag reflex. It didn’t take him long to cum. He pulled out and shot cum all over me. I barely had time to close my eyes. A strong was across my eyelid and I instinctively moved to wipe it off before the nails reminded me that my body wasn’t my own.

I started to cry.

A hand grabbed my jaw and his cock was back in my mouth. I sucked until it hardened again.

Then I was being raised. My ass was sliding down a familiar path. The wood was scratching my raw ass cheeks. My arms were stretched above me and breathing became difficult. My feet screamed out as they took my body weight.

The crucified in the past had no idea how good they had it, being raised and lifted once.

I cried out when the cross was upright and opened the eye that wasn’t covered in sperm. The cross began lowering into the ground until my toes were only inches from the coveted floor.

My thighs were parted and I screamed as my feet protested the awkward position. My brother’s hands grabbed my average tits that barely were a handful for him and twisted, pinching my nipples to the point they would hurt less if they weren’t there.

He slid his dick in me easily. Why was it so easy? Because I was soaking wet. The cameraman noticed and had a close up, no doubt seeing my juices and watching my brother easily pound into me.
Daddy would see this.

I tried. I really did try to resist but I couldn’t. I fucked him back as much as I could. I kissed him. He slapped me and I begged for more and I even told him I loved him loudly because at that moment he was the one person I loved most in the world. The one man who knew what I wanted and was giving it to me.

He slapped me, spit on me, made me shout and beg for more. I told him I was a whore and begged him to fuck me harder.

I relished his hot cum as it filled me inside while I orgasmed harder than I had in my life. I was in sensory overload. This was why I signed up, why I allowed myself to be captured rather than taking the easy way out. It was too much. The orgasms, the pain, the degradation and the threat of more torture and even death. Knowing that I wasn’t getting out of this alive. Of course I knew it when the nails entered me but now my brother had given me a time and a method to think about. Falling asleep on the cross after days of suffering was fine. The idea that he would purposely murder me and I had agreed to it was giving me so many conflicting emotions and I screamed.

I finally opened both my eyes and a string of cum stung but I was able to blink it away mostly. I took inventory. My thighs were aching, my cunt because that is what it was now, was humming wanting more, my arms felt like knives were inside them and my feet cried out. My breathing was erratic and because of the excitement I needed air. Figuring I couldn’t hurt worse, I pressed myself up and realized I could hurt worse. I gulped as much air as possible until my feet wouldn’t let me stay up any longer and I collapsed. My arms were not happy but my cunt was.

I looked around wondering where he had gone. Where was my brother, my torturer and lover? My life wasn’t only a horror movie, is was a Game of Thrones episode. I wish I looked as hot as Dany. Maybe in another few years I would have been. I was once very pretty before I came to this place. I had no problems fucking whoever I wanted. That’s more than a lot of girls could say…

Jake was in front of me with an electric branding iron. I could feel the heat from three feet away.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Please no, Jake. Not burns. Please no…”

I screamed. Any air I had from my trip up top was gone. I tried to press myself into the cross to hide but there was no escape. The word Whore was forever branded below my belly button but just above my cunt, the smooth expanse of skin that I loved to have licked.

It hurt so badly I couldn’t think but my damn traitorous body had an orgasm! I felt so good! I was in goddamn ecstasy! I was in hell! I could smell my burning flesh!

“You fucking asshole!”

I tried to spit on him but he slapped my face. He slapped me so hard I saw more stars than I was already seeing.

He inspected my body and I caught that look. He wanted more. Never in my life had I been burned.

“You just came, you little slut. God how I love you little sis. Killing you is glorious. What will I do when you are gone? I suppose I will find out if our other dear sister is as much a painslut as you. Did I ever tell you your ass is your best feature. I think it only right that your dead body goes into the ground with my name branded into it.”

“Please no, Jake.” I begged but I knew it made no difference. I could hear him changing branding iron heads, no doubt to one with his name.

“Ready, little sis?”

I tried to wiggle my ass side ot side. I’m sure the cameraman loved it. It wasn’t working though. This cross wouldn’t let go of me.

Maybe I didn’t want to let go of it. This pain is one I would have been held down to enjoy. The cross took that choice away from me. In a way it was my best friend. It understood me…I’m losing my mind. I’m talking about a wooden torture device as if it is self-aware.

I held my breath, clenched my ass and waited for the inevitable burn. I held perfectly still, knowing there was no true escape.

I waited.

And waited.

“Jake if you are going to do it…” I told him in a broken voice, using up my air.

He struck and I did my best to escape that cross. My ass had never felt that kind of pain!

The fucking cameraman stuck three fingers up my sopping wet cunt and lifted, taking the camera and practically shoving it inside me.

I squirted over the camera and his face.

Jake laughed, and spit on my face.

“I’ll be right back.”

Hours or days, I wasn’t sure. I was delirious in a haze of pain and pleasure.

He arrived back with a rolling cart and picked up a dildo.

He pressed a button and sparks came from the end.

“Let’s light you up, shall we?”


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tygavin said:
Jake looked down on me with that same lecherous grin I had grown used to when he lived with us. It took me back to the night of my graduation party when he cornered me in the bathroom and fucked me. He had told me then he knew what I was and what I needed. He whispered all the ways he would hurt me and I gave in. It was forbidden and humiliating and that made it all the better. I didn’t even like him and that was a large part of the allure.

“So you are here.”

“I am. I am here to rescue you.”

“Rescue me? I doubt that.”

He laughed as if he were in on a joke I wasn’t. It wasn’t a boisterous laugh, just one reserved for me when I said something stupid and he was patronizing me.

“Do you have any idea what they plan to do to you?”

I tried to laugh but didn’t have it in me. “I am not sure but I suspect they plan to kill me.”

Jake nodded. “They aren’t just going to kill you. They are going to punish you. They are going to do nothing. Everyday they will let you hang here and not touch you. Every night they will let you down and let you rest. You won’t be getting off. No special drink for little Chloe. They will give you electrolytes and energy gels. They will keep you alive for days and days. The record is ten before the bitch’s arms finally dislocated and she asphyxiated.

“Does that sound like a death worthy of my little sister, the best fuck I ever had?”

It sounded like hell.

“They are going to torture your little friend next to you. She can’t handle pain. She would prefer a slow death. You however, that isn’t you. So take her pain. Let her live a few days longer and go out yourself in a blaze of glory. Or I should say a blaze of shame.”

I got chills listening to him. He was always a pig but he always knew what made me click.

“What are you going to do to me?” I asked, wondering if I could really take what he was giving me.

Jake was pleased with the question and I knew he had given this a lot of thought.

“First, our army is moving into our old hometown. I’m going to record everything, especially you willingly fucking me and I’m going to make Daddy watch. Your daddy issues are legendary, Sis. What do you think of daddy watching his girl being fucked by her brother and liking it?”

No. Please no. Despite my mind rebelling against it, my body was already responding.

“I’m going to fuck you, whip you, burn you, and shock you. I’m going to cause you more pain than you have ever experienced. I’m going to permanently mar you so you know there will be no going back even if these nails miraculously fell out. I’m going to humiliate you and you will beg me for more. Then, tomorrow morning, I am going to take my knife, stab you right over your sweet pussy and run it up to your chest. I’m going to gut you and watch the life leave your eyes.

I raised my head and looked down my body, imagining me cut open. It was a horrible thought. I was the worst thing I could imagine. I would prefer asphyxiation from the cross to being mutilated.

But dying over the course of ten days without being touched, having to listen to Staci going through the torture I could have…

I was going to die. If he wanted to gut me then why not? What did I have to lose.

“Okay.”

Jake looked as if had won a prize. I suppose he did. It isn’t every day that your little sister who you lusted after gives permission to torture and gut you.

I turned my head to the side and opened my mouth. I didn’t focus on the camera guy who had moved closely, filming everything for the parents. I didn’t focus on my nose itching and being unable to scratch it. I didn’t focus on the still sharp pain of the nails going through my wrists and feet.

I just opened my mouth, accepted the cock and let him do his thing. I twirled my tongue, sucked, pressured and fought back my gag reflex. It didn’t take him long to cum. He pulled out and shot cum all over me. I barely had time to close my eyes. A strong was across my eyelid and I instinctively moved to wipe it off before the nails reminded me that my body wasn’t my own.

I started to cry.

A hand grabbed my jaw and his cock was back in my mouth. I sucked until it hardened again.

Then I was being raised. My ass was sliding down a familiar path. The wood was scratching my raw ass cheeks. My arms were stretched above me and breathing became difficult. My feet screamed out as they took my body weight.

The crucified in the past had no idea how good they had it, being raised and lifted once.

I cried out when the cross was upright and opened the eye that wasn’t covered in sperm. The cross began lowering into the ground until my toes were only inches from the coveted floor.

My thighs were parted and I screamed as my feet protested the awkward position. My brother’s hands grabbed my average tits that barely were a handful for him and twisted, pinching my nipples to the point they would hurt less if they weren’t there.

He slid his dick in me easily. Why was it so easy? Because I was soaking wet. The cameraman noticed and had a close up, no doubt seeing my juices and watching my brother easily pound into me.
Daddy would see this.

I tried. I really did try to resist but I couldn’t. I fucked him back as much as I could. I kissed him. He slapped me and I begged for more and I even told him I loved him loudly because at that moment he was the one person I loved most in the world. The one man who knew what I wanted and was giving it to me.

He slapped me, spit on me, made me shout and beg for more. I told him I was a whore and begged him to fuck me harder.

I relished his hot cum as it filled me inside while I orgasmed harder than I had in my life. I was in sensory overload. This was why I signed up, why I allowed myself to be captured rather than taking the easy way out. It was too much. The orgasms, the pain, the degradation and the threat of more torture and even death. Knowing that I wasn’t getting out of this alive. Of course I knew it when the nails entered me but now my brother had given me a time and a method to think about. Falling asleep on the cross after days of suffering was fine. The idea that he would purposely murder me and I had agreed to it was giving me so many conflicting emotions and I screamed.

I finally opened both my eyes and a string of cum stung but I was able to blink it away mostly. I took inventory. My thighs were aching, my cunt because that is what it was now, was humming wanting more, my arms felt like knives were inside them and my feet cried out. My breathing was erratic and because of the excitement I needed air. Figuring I couldn’t hurt worse, I pressed myself up and realized I could hurt worse. I gulped as much air as possible until my feet wouldn’t let me stay up any longer and I collapsed. My arms were not happy but my cunt was.

I looked around wondering where he had gone. Where was my brother, my torturer and lover? My life wasn’t only a horror movie, is was a Game of Thrones episode. I wish I looked as hot as Dany. Maybe in another few years I would have been. I was once very pretty before I came to this place. I had no problems fucking whoever I wanted. That’s more than a lot of girls could say…

Jake was in front of me with an electric branding iron. I could feel the heat from three feet away.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Please no, Jake. Not burns. Please no…”

I screamed. Any air I had from my trip up top was gone. I tried to press myself into the cross to hide but there was no escape. The word Whore was forever branded below my belly button but just above my cunt, the smooth expanse of skin that I loved to have licked.

It hurt so badly I couldn’t think but my damn traitorous body had an orgasm! I felt so good! I was in goddamn ecstasy! I was in hell! I could smell my burning flesh!

“You fucking asshole!”

I tried to spit on him but he slapped my face. He slapped me so hard I saw more stars than I was already seeing.

He inspected my body and I caught that look. He wanted more. Never in my life had I been burned.

“You just came, you little slut. God how I love you little sis. Killing you is glorious. What will I do when you are gone? I suppose I will find out if our other dear sister is as much a painslut as you. Did I ever tell you your ass is your best feature. I think it only right that your dead body goes into the ground with my name branded into it.”

“Please no, Jake.” I begged but I knew it made no difference. I could hear him changing branding iron heads, no doubt to one with his name.

“Ready, little sis?”

I tried to wiggle my ass side ot side. I’m sure the cameraman loved it. It wasn’t working though. This cross wouldn’t let go of me.

Maybe I didn’t want to let go of it. This pain is one I would have been held down to enjoy. The cross took that choice away from me. In a way it was my best friend. It understood me…I’m losing my mind. I’m talking about a wooden torture device as if it is self-aware.

I held my breath, clenched my ass and waited for the inevitable burn. I held perfectly still, knowing there was no true escape.

I waited.

And waited.

“Jake if you are going to do it…” I told him in a broken voice, using up my air.

He struck and I did my best to escape that cross. My ass had never felt that kind of pain!

The fucking cameraman stuck three fingers up my sopping wet cunt and lifted, taking the camera and practically shoving it inside me.

I squirted over the camera and his face.

Jake laughed, and spit on my face.

“I’ll be right back.”

Hours or days, I wasn’t sure. I was delirious in a haze of pain and pleasure.

He arrived back with a rolling cart and picked up a dildo.

He pressed a button and sparks came from the end.

“Let’s light you up, shall we?”


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Light me up he did. I tasted battery acid in my mouth. My insides felt on fire as if hot needles lined the inside of my vaginal walls. That dam electric probe should have ended my pleasure. It should have fried my clit.

I was not that lucky. I was in more pain than my life and wetter than I ever had been. When he shocked me the current shot through my body and seemed to cause the nails piercing me to spark. How was I still alive.

The cross was lowered and my face was level with his.

“No, please. Jake, I’m begging…”

It did no good. Of course he didn’t. He wanted me to beg. My pussy was more on fire and sensitive than ever before and his cock shoved inside it, lifting me up the cross and forcing my legs apart even though my feet refused to budge from their permanent position with the nails.

I screamed in pleasure and pain. Some part of me knew that the cameraman had moved close to me, recording a close up of Jake’s cock pounding in and out of me, my body being pounded against the wood and my back being shredded as it moved up and down against the rough surface.

I felt his cum inside even more intensely now. I was still on fire, crying because of the intense pain inside my entire body.

When he was done I dropped and closed my eyes, too exhausted to open them. I knew I was drooling, I had cum dripping down my thighs, soldiers had gathered to watch me in my agony and shame and were laughing or making comments about how I was still wet.

And I was ashamed. I had always been ashamed to be like I was. I was ashamed to beg men and even women to hurt me during sex. I was ashamed by the shocked or disgusted looks they gave me. I was a freak, a pain slut liked to be treated like trash during sex, who needed it and that disgusted me.

That shame was how I knew I would never live a long life. It was what led me to the army, fighting for a hopeless side that could not win. Knowing if I were caught, it would mean a horrible death. Who would want me? What kind of husband would enjoy a wife like me?

A cruel one. If I ever did have children they would be subjected to the whims of a sadist or just grow up with a mother who saw herself as shameful and had no self-esteem. What if I had a daughter and this was passed on? I wouldn’t wish this curse on anyone.

I knew I had to die. I loved pain but I feared death. I faced my fear, I let myself get captured and placed myself in a position that no matter how much fear I felt, I couldn’t escape my deserved and merciful fate.

Maybe I would go to some paradise after I left this cursed body. Maybe I would go to hell and continue my tortured existence. Maybe I would be reincarnated into someone who could enjoy normal sex.

Maybe I would be some animal or a pet, still lower than human. Maybe it was the fate of my soul.

I never thought I would become so philosophical when facing death. I suppose a cross has different effects on everyone. My body orgasmed, I felt pleasure and pain in heights I never dreamed of while Staci simply hung next to me, constantly moaning, feeling nothing but burning muscles. I wondered briefly what her reason for joining up was. Was she simply a snuff slut? The night before our execution she was so wet and came so easily on my tongue, swallowed so much cum and begged to be fucked in the as because she never had been before. Was she a true believer in the cause and had just been scared to take her pill and end it? Either way, she ended up here, living and dying a nightmare. I wouldn’t have a chance to ask her. I wouldn’t last the night.

Jake’s back was to me and when I finally cracked my eyes open I saw the knife he had sheathed on his belt behind his back. That blade was going to cut me open and turn me into a literally piece of dead meat. The thought terrified me.

Now he had a whip in his hand. A short cat o nine whip with small bone chips or pebbles attached.

I lifted my head up and turned it to my right, hoping to protect one side of my face. I doubted he would hit my face but the instinct to cover up was there.

He said nothing and I kept my eye on him, despite fearing for my face.

That evil grin.

He said nothing. He just began whipping. He focused on my breasts and I felt the skin being torn. It was like nothing I had ever felt. It was a different burn from the electricity. When the rough leather and hard chips hit my nipples I screamed from my raw throat and thrashed like an animal. I begged for death. When he began focusing on my belly I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t lift myself. I couldn’t scream anymore. I didn’t feel pleasure anymore. He had broken me. I couldn’t feel my pussy at all or the warmth that accompanied my pain. I was being truly stripped. My world was that leather and bone, ripping my skin.

Then he hit between my legs and I did lift. I howled. I saw the ceiling for a moment then dropped back down.

My head dropped and I saw my front covered in blood. I wasn’t sure if my nipples were still attached to my breasts. There was just too much blood. The inside of my thighs were bleeding. My torso was burning. This must be what witches felt at the stake. I couldn’t feel my arms or feet though. They were dead to me.

I was breathing strangely. My abdomen was flexing unevenly.

I tore my eyes away from the ruin of my body and met my brother’s eyes.

“If you ever loved me, end this. I am begging you.” I said with as much strength and breath as I could muster. He was close enough to hear me.

A quick moment of softness flitted across his face. It was gone quickly, but I saw it.

He pulled the knife from behind his back.

He approached me and placed the tip to my belly. Then he shook his head and walked away.

I tried to scream out but I couldn’t. I thought he would leave me like this.

Instead he placed the knife on the table and another soldier handed him something.

It was a large sledgehammer.

He moved slowly towards me, lifted the hammer and swung.

The bones of my shin shattering filled my body with renewed adrenalin.

He swung again and my other leg was broken.

Any pretense of lifting myself was gone.

The cross began to rise and I saw the entire room. The giant area was filled to the brin with soldiers.

Something was wrong. The pain was going away and I became very cold. I hated the cold. I couldn’t stop shivering.

I tried to breathe but I couldn’t. MY abdomen wouldn’t expanded. My body wouldn’t give. My lungs…I began wheezing. No…this was wrong! Why couldn’t I breathe? I tried to lift myself but I felt nothing. I looked at my legs and saw they were not just broken but hopelessly shattered. I was a broken doll.

I had known pain but this wasn’t right. I needed to breathe. I tried to scream but only a wheeze came out. Every time I tried to breathe it became worse. My chest wouldn’t expand! My lungs were trapped! Help…

Darkness. Terrifying darkness. When the light was gone I was dead. I didn’t want to die but my chest hurt. Why wouldn’t my lungs work.

Oh god, the darkness…



The end.
 
Just a matter of routine, I am willing to work part-time in this kind of place, this helps to constantly meet new girls, although that also means I have to say goodbye to them soon. :eek:
 
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