Baron Von Sade
Governor
Some background: I joined this forum in back in 2016, primarily to get access to the thousands of beautiful photos of crucified women shared here. For the next four years, I mostly just lurked. Watching and reading every once in awhile, but never really interacting. When the lockdown hit my country in March 2020, I was unemployed for 5 months. During that time, I started to be more active. Reacting more, commenting more. Then a certain wonderful person named @StarbuckSlut slid into my DMs. From then, I really started to be a part of the community, mostly because I spent so much time hitting F5 hoping for new messages. Over time, I got more and more fantastic people in my inbox, and now this is my favorite place on the internet.
I can't write without a muse. That means, I need a person or personality to focus on when I put my thoughts into writing. Thanks to the aforementioned StarbuckSlut, I was able to craft this tale using a merging of her kinks and my kinks, and I hope others might enjoy it.
P.S. I decided to keep my original username here, which I was using when I wrote this a few weeks ago, rather than changing it to my current one. Mostly because I like the pun I used as the story's title
The gavel smashed down and her fate was sealed. Star shuddered as the words of her sentencing sunk in. Death by Slow Torture at the State’s pleasure. There would be no appeal. The sentence had been decided days ago, and this sham of a court battle was merely a formality. Something to give lawyers a job and something to excite the masses with a real reality show. Star knew that the citizens of this country would know exactly how she would die well before she did, though they would only have the change to see it after she expired – for cinematic editing reasons of course.
Star was marched out of the courtroom. In the hallway, her clothes were removed from her body so that her walk through the streets to the Ministry of Punitive Measures could be a full display of a woman whose life was forfeit. Four armed guards escorted her from the courtroom and through the busy city, they kept a close eye on her to ensure there was no chance to escape. But Star had no inclination to do so. As she felt the outside air on her naked skin, heard the cheers, jeers, and obscene comments from streetside citizens, her inner lusts awoke and she began to feel aroused. Her mind was only focused on the many possible ways she could be tortured and executed. Would she be beaten? Mutilated? Burned? Impaled? Crucified? That last one was certainly the most common! She knew she’d be raped, regardless of the gender of the person who would execute her. Her last hours (or days?) on this earth would be to service and slake the brutal lust of whatever lifelong sadist had chosen the profession of State Executioner. Her insides churned with anticipation at the thought, and she held her head high and walked like a woman with purpose.
The group entered the gate of the Ministry of Punitive Measures, and Star was able to take her time to observe the area around her. Right at the entrance, muscular men were loading bodies in open caskets onto trucks. Executed women had no burials, they would be fuel for energy, compost for the growth of crops, or food for carnivorous pets. Their memories only retained in the digital recordings of their sentencing and executions. Star looked at the caskets, seeing many a mutilated body, many scorched and blackened ones, many dismembered ones. She looked at the faces of the dead, some surely died in terror, others serenely, yet others with looks of ecstasy on their faces. Star hoped her own face would display one of the latter two.
They continued up the path, as they got closer to the massive building ahead, they passed between the Hills of Suffering. Two large raised hills on either side of the road. On her left was a hill full of crosses, and nailed to those crosses by their wrists and feet were beautiful, naked, suffering women. Most were still alive, as it generally took between one and three days for death to take these condemned creatures. They were regularly supplied with water so they wouldn’t die of dehydration, but rather the torment of their own bodies. Star marveled at the creatively different ways the women were crucified. Most were the standard way, but many had strange positions. Some had their arms nailed behind the cross, behind their backs, so their chests pushed out obscenely. Some had their feet nailed to the side of the cross rather than the front, so their genitals were opened and on display. A couple were upside down. A few had crossed in the shape of an X. Some were crucified backwards, their faces pressed against the hard wood, their bottoms pushed out, almost as an invitation to be fucked. Many of them had pieced, burned, or missing body parts. Breasts and nipples of all sizes were the primary source of these extra tortures.
On the right was the hill of impalement. Almost every person here was dead, with stakes obscenely entering either their vaginas or anus and pushed right through their bodies, exiting from mouths, throats, chests, and shoulders. There was one notable living women among the forest, a woman that Star recognized as a famous supermodel. Obviously, she had gotten too big for her britches and committed some felony resulting in this execution. It must have taken place while Star was under arrest, as she hadn’t heard about it. With two stakes passing through her body, entering each through the cheeks of her bottom and exiting each from her shoulders, she was suspended on this X shaped arrangement. Her genitals were black and crackled, demonstrating an extended time under fire. Her unnaturally perfect breasts showed the same state, though her nipples had obviously been removed. She had dark eyeliner on that had clearly run as her cheeks were streaked with tears. Star marveled that she was alive, and halted to watch her. The guards allowed her a few moments, one commenting that the State Executioners were so skilled that they could impale a woman like this without any of her vital organs being pierced, ensuring a long round of suffering. The woman appeared to be angry. This one was one who hadn’t seemed to adapt to finding pleasure in her pain, and as such could not accept her fate.
“You bitch!” she gasped in a horse, quiet voice, “I hope you take as long to die as I do!” Star made no reply, but in her mind, she hoped so too.
The troupe entered the building and walked through the halls to Star’s room of execution, passing many other rooms from which emitted the sounds of whipping and beating, the smell of searing flesh, and the sound of breaking bones, and of course the noises of screams and moans. They continued their journey until the reached room 21987, this was Star’s. The guards pressed the buzzer, the door opened, and she was escorted in. Inside was a tall man wearing only loose leather trousers and leather gloves. His muscular chest fully bared. He took a long look at the skinny naked blond in front of him and Star sensed that he was pleased with his latest canvas.
“Do you need any help with this one, Sir Silent?” asked the guard. (All executioners with 10 years of experience were knighted.)
“Is she struggling much?” he replied.
“No…. she seems serene and accepting” came the response.
Silent smiled at Star, “Excellent. Those are the best ones. I won’t be requiring any assistance. Uncuff her and continue with your work”. The guards obeyed and Star was left standing exposed but unchained before this stranger.
“Hello, Star B. Slut I see your name is, my name is Sir Silent Fan and today I’m going to kill you. This will take time and you will suffer greatly. My job is to cause you to endure horrible pain so that you can pay for your crimes, my passion is to enjoy doing so. Which I will. And there’s a chance you will too. The less you fight against the pain, the more you might experience pleasure. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir…. t…thank you sir” came the soft reply.
TO BE CONTINUED
(don't worry, the story is done, just didn't want to overload you readers with walls of text)
I can't write without a muse. That means, I need a person or personality to focus on when I put my thoughts into writing. Thanks to the aforementioned StarbuckSlut, I was able to craft this tale using a merging of her kinks and my kinks, and I hope others might enjoy it.
P.S. I decided to keep my original username here, which I was using when I wrote this a few weeks ago, rather than changing it to my current one. Mostly because I like the pun I used as the story's title
SILENCING A STAR
The gavel smashed down and her fate was sealed. Star shuddered as the words of her sentencing sunk in. Death by Slow Torture at the State’s pleasure. There would be no appeal. The sentence had been decided days ago, and this sham of a court battle was merely a formality. Something to give lawyers a job and something to excite the masses with a real reality show. Star knew that the citizens of this country would know exactly how she would die well before she did, though they would only have the change to see it after she expired – for cinematic editing reasons of course.
Star was marched out of the courtroom. In the hallway, her clothes were removed from her body so that her walk through the streets to the Ministry of Punitive Measures could be a full display of a woman whose life was forfeit. Four armed guards escorted her from the courtroom and through the busy city, they kept a close eye on her to ensure there was no chance to escape. But Star had no inclination to do so. As she felt the outside air on her naked skin, heard the cheers, jeers, and obscene comments from streetside citizens, her inner lusts awoke and she began to feel aroused. Her mind was only focused on the many possible ways she could be tortured and executed. Would she be beaten? Mutilated? Burned? Impaled? Crucified? That last one was certainly the most common! She knew she’d be raped, regardless of the gender of the person who would execute her. Her last hours (or days?) on this earth would be to service and slake the brutal lust of whatever lifelong sadist had chosen the profession of State Executioner. Her insides churned with anticipation at the thought, and she held her head high and walked like a woman with purpose.
The group entered the gate of the Ministry of Punitive Measures, and Star was able to take her time to observe the area around her. Right at the entrance, muscular men were loading bodies in open caskets onto trucks. Executed women had no burials, they would be fuel for energy, compost for the growth of crops, or food for carnivorous pets. Their memories only retained in the digital recordings of their sentencing and executions. Star looked at the caskets, seeing many a mutilated body, many scorched and blackened ones, many dismembered ones. She looked at the faces of the dead, some surely died in terror, others serenely, yet others with looks of ecstasy on their faces. Star hoped her own face would display one of the latter two.
They continued up the path, as they got closer to the massive building ahead, they passed between the Hills of Suffering. Two large raised hills on either side of the road. On her left was a hill full of crosses, and nailed to those crosses by their wrists and feet were beautiful, naked, suffering women. Most were still alive, as it generally took between one and three days for death to take these condemned creatures. They were regularly supplied with water so they wouldn’t die of dehydration, but rather the torment of their own bodies. Star marveled at the creatively different ways the women were crucified. Most were the standard way, but many had strange positions. Some had their arms nailed behind the cross, behind their backs, so their chests pushed out obscenely. Some had their feet nailed to the side of the cross rather than the front, so their genitals were opened and on display. A couple were upside down. A few had crossed in the shape of an X. Some were crucified backwards, their faces pressed against the hard wood, their bottoms pushed out, almost as an invitation to be fucked. Many of them had pieced, burned, or missing body parts. Breasts and nipples of all sizes were the primary source of these extra tortures.
On the right was the hill of impalement. Almost every person here was dead, with stakes obscenely entering either their vaginas or anus and pushed right through their bodies, exiting from mouths, throats, chests, and shoulders. There was one notable living women among the forest, a woman that Star recognized as a famous supermodel. Obviously, she had gotten too big for her britches and committed some felony resulting in this execution. It must have taken place while Star was under arrest, as she hadn’t heard about it. With two stakes passing through her body, entering each through the cheeks of her bottom and exiting each from her shoulders, she was suspended on this X shaped arrangement. Her genitals were black and crackled, demonstrating an extended time under fire. Her unnaturally perfect breasts showed the same state, though her nipples had obviously been removed. She had dark eyeliner on that had clearly run as her cheeks were streaked with tears. Star marveled that she was alive, and halted to watch her. The guards allowed her a few moments, one commenting that the State Executioners were so skilled that they could impale a woman like this without any of her vital organs being pierced, ensuring a long round of suffering. The woman appeared to be angry. This one was one who hadn’t seemed to adapt to finding pleasure in her pain, and as such could not accept her fate.
“You bitch!” she gasped in a horse, quiet voice, “I hope you take as long to die as I do!” Star made no reply, but in her mind, she hoped so too.
The troupe entered the building and walked through the halls to Star’s room of execution, passing many other rooms from which emitted the sounds of whipping and beating, the smell of searing flesh, and the sound of breaking bones, and of course the noises of screams and moans. They continued their journey until the reached room 21987, this was Star’s. The guards pressed the buzzer, the door opened, and she was escorted in. Inside was a tall man wearing only loose leather trousers and leather gloves. His muscular chest fully bared. He took a long look at the skinny naked blond in front of him and Star sensed that he was pleased with his latest canvas.
“Do you need any help with this one, Sir Silent?” asked the guard. (All executioners with 10 years of experience were knighted.)
“Is she struggling much?” he replied.
“No…. she seems serene and accepting” came the response.
Silent smiled at Star, “Excellent. Those are the best ones. I won’t be requiring any assistance. Uncuff her and continue with your work”. The guards obeyed and Star was left standing exposed but unchained before this stranger.
“Hello, Star B. Slut I see your name is, my name is Sir Silent Fan and today I’m going to kill you. This will take time and you will suffer greatly. My job is to cause you to endure horrible pain so that you can pay for your crimes, my passion is to enjoy doing so. Which I will. And there’s a chance you will too. The less you fight against the pain, the more you might experience pleasure. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir…. t…thank you sir” came the soft reply.
TO BE CONTINUED
(don't worry, the story is done, just didn't want to overload you readers with walls of text)
