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Skinning Before The Crucifixion

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For a moment, Leslie stopped shaking her head and her criessubsided. 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.

Finished with the right leg, they skinned her left leg forthwith. The pain Leslie felt was unimaginable. The raw, exposed nerves of her legs could feel even the slightest flicker of air. Touching them would bring her to the brink of madness. She screamed until her voice began to give out, coughed and sputtered, then screamed some more.

The Chief Executioner let her "enjoy" these sensations for a few minutes before giving her more water, most of which she spit out, and then proceeding to the next phase of her martyrdom. This involved the flaying of her tits, which he began with consummate skill, teasing each of her nipples to sensitive erection, fondling and sucking them, before working on them. He had already decided to use the hide of her breasts to make tobacco pouches for himself and Billy. His assistant lifted her right tit up and away from her body, so that the executioner could trace a line with his knife around the entire orb. They then did the same with the left breast. Next came a contest to see who could skin one of Leslie's udders first. Billy took the left side and the Chief Executioner the right. Leslie's frightful screaming was almost drowned out by their laughter as they continued to lick and suck her nipples as they cut away the surrounding skin. Surprisingly, Billy won. He admired the neat little sack he had removed from her bosom, the bottom, the brown ring of the aureole capped by the engorged nipple. The executioner finished the right side and carefully placed the two trophies in some tanningfluid.

He left the task of skinning her pert little fanny to Billy.The young assistant began the procedure by shoving a sharply tapered wooden dildo into her butt, thereby expanding her asshole. He then cut through the skin which encircled the protruding artificial cock. Then he traced a gash along the crease separating her bottom globes. Billy dug a dull blade under the original wound made at the top of her leg. This time, however, he pulled gently upward to the base of her rump and beyond. He continued his work until he had peeled the entire cheek, the skin separating along the lines he had cut along her carefully shaved crack and anus. He let the skin hang from the top of the flayed cheek while he worked on the other. Then he sliced off both patches and let them drop to the floor. Needless to say, Leslie's screams and protestations were ear shattering during this process. But she could no longer scream when he went about skinning her pussy, making only strange mewing sounds as he robbed her of her mound and cuntlip skin and sliced away hers ubstantial clitoris.She lost control of her bladder and urinated all over Billy's hands as he carved around her sexual opening. At that point they removed the gag, as it was no longer necessary.

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It took another three hours to finish her skinning. Billy thoughtfully continued to force her to drink the stimulant enhanced water periodically, but eventually she lost all control over her bladder and the liquid squirted out almost as fast as it went in. Shortly thereafter her bowels loosened, causing her to defecate spasmodically. This was a somewhat humorous sight, as her whole body would shudder, she would grunt loudly, then a small, dark turd would emerge from the little brown tinged pink ring of skin Billy had left around her asshole. Sometimes she would clench her anus and the turd would be sucked back inside, only to reappear moments later. Eventually more and more of the little brown nugget would appear, until it ejected completely from the confines of her warm rectum and fell wetly to the floor.

When the job was complete, the only skin Leslie had left was on her neck, her face, her fingers and toes, the tops of her hands and feet, and around her joints such as the backs of her knees, elbows, armpits, etc. All the rest had been stripped clean. She had continually moaned, babbled and occasionally screamed again for another hour while Billy had skinned her back and arms, then she grew quiet while her chest, belly, palms and finally the soles of her feet were skinned by the Chief Executioner. But she remained alive and conscious through out.

It was almost time to put her out of her misery, but the Chief Executioner had one or two final things he wanted done to her. Lowering her completely, they laid her on her back in the torture chamber and Billy fetched a large mirror. He and the executioner then sat Leslie up, threw some water in her face to awaken her and then showed her proudly exactly what they had done to her. She looked at her reflection seeing only a reddish brown mess, hardly comprehending it was her body. She then began to vomit.

When she had finished, the executioner once more doused her with water, this time to clean her up. He and Billy then stripped and, holding the dying woman between them, they walked her to the other side of the room, her raw feet leaving bloody footprints on the floor. Gently they laid her out on a cot. She tried to curl into the fetal position to protect her exposed flesh, but, before she could, Billy had spread her legs, fell on top of her and began fucking her. His hands caressed her virtually skinless body and he was soon covered with the brownish sticky fluid which seeped out of her tortured flesh. The Chief Executioner then ravished her, the act of raping a woman as she was dying further enhanced his pleasure. As he shot his seed, her bloody arms pulled his head close to her mouth. Her eyes focused on his and in the faintest of whispers she pleaded, "Now, will you let me die?" He was amazed. She was actually still conscious. Testing her, he squeezed a skinned breast until the blood flowed and watched her wince perceptibly.

"She is still feeling pain! Her stamina is remarkable." he shouted to Billy. He then asked the king's official if he would like would like to give Lady Grey a farewell fucking. He declined, but instead masturbated onto her disfigured body, shooting his semen onto her face. Enough was enough, however, and she had been a good patient. Therefore, her executioner grasped her hair, pulled her head back, kissed her, and held one of his knives under her chin. Realizing he was finally going to kill her, she looked up at him, and gurgled "Thank you," as he mercifully cut her throat. After six long hours, her torment was finally over. Her bloody body was fed to the dogs, who seemed to find it quite tasty.

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Lady Leslie's execution was always my most favorite flaying story. Lengthy, brutal, smart, cruel and well written with a lot of nice details what makes it almost believable. Thanks for reposting, and for the images, too :)
 
Ugh. Skinning and burning--nothing erotic here. I don't even like excessive whipping. Love the body displayed intact, stretched out on a cross, straining and contorted.
You always should keep in mind that you are alone here. Romantic wanderer which search for another edges of the aesthetic representation of the erotica.
Others (like gerembeau) does not know how it works. They're straight and boring.
Zerns or qooum. This one are dangerous. The man which makes that stuff is not normal. He is crazy.
I've heard the quuom is no more. Someone said that here. Good news. After what i saw by them.
 
You always should keep in mind that you are alone here. Romantic wanderer which search for another edges of the aesthetic representation of the erotica.
Others (like gerembeau) does not know how it works. They're straight and boring.
Zerns or qooum. This one are dangerous. The man which makes that stuff is not normal. He is crazy.
I've heard the quuom is no more. Someone said that here. Good news. After what i saw by them.

They say ones man's perversion is another man's kinky.

I have found in my travels and roleplaying that too many people expect their desires to be the best can not understand why everybody does not get it or doesn't want in on it.

I suspect that too many of us judge what we see by our own standards (which is fine) but don't see the hypocrisy of our own position (which is not). Whether you torture a victim or not beforehand crucifixion is a form of EXECUTION that lasted into the early 1900s because it is also a form of terror. And someone going onto the cross in good shape is going to last longer than someone who is already battered and beaten. You aren't doing them any favors by sending them "clean" to the cross.

So are we trying assuage our own conscious by claiming what we are looking at is "erotica" instead of "porn" (which to my knowledge has never been legally defined in the US)?

Are we just squeamish at the sight of blood? Are we deluding ourselves (she WANTED me to do this, which by the way is an invalid sexual assault defense) so we feel better about looking at pictures we know are not socially acceptable?

So enjoy what you like. Ignore what you don't (and here I find DirkZ fairly hypocritical for visiting the thread and then complaining, the title is pretty clear you didn't have to come look) and if this site\thread is not for you then move on.

Better yet PROVIDE content you like. That way you might enjoy it more and find like minded members.

But to say it is "Good news" that someone is gone because you didn't like their art is a little over the top don't you think? Or have you decided you know what is best for humanity?

kisses

willowfall
 
So enjoy what you like. Ignore what you don't (and here I find DirkZ fairly hypocritical for visiting the thread and then complaining, the title is pretty clear you didn't have to come look) and if this site\thread is not for you then move on.

Better yet PROVIDE content you like. That way you might enjoy it more and find like minded members.

But to say it is "Good news" that someone is gone because you didn't like their art is a little over the top don't you think? Or have you decided you know what is best for humanity?

kisses

willowfall
I agree, deeply. This forum is dedicated to one of the most terrorizing and agonizing, longest lasting execution method humankind every invented. Anyone who happen to be signed up here should not judge others because their kinks and fantasizes might be more extreme. Yours are already way beyond the acceptable level for the majority of the society. And rejoicing over the disappearance of an artist whose fantasy art you may not like... that is rather barbaric :crybaby2:
 
They say ones man's perversion is another man's kinky.

I have found in my travels and roleplaying that too many people expect their desires to be the best can not understand why everybody does not get it or doesn't want in on it.

I suspect that too many of us judge what we see by our own standards (which is fine) but don't see the hypocrisy of our own position (which is not). Whether you torture a victim or not beforehand crucifixion is a form of EXECUTION that lasted into the early 1900s because it is also a form of terror. And someone going onto the cross in good shape is going to last longer than someone who is already battered and beaten. You aren't doing them any favors by sending them "clean" to the cross.

So are we trying assuage our own conscious by claiming what we are looking at is "erotica" instead of "porn" (which to my knowledge has never been legally defined in the US)?

Are we just squeamish at the sight of blood? Are we deluding ourselves (she WANTED me to do this, which by the way is an invalid sexual assault defense) so we feel better about looking at pictures we know are not socially acceptable?

So enjoy what you like. Ignore what you don't (and here I find DirkZ fairly hypocritical for visiting the thread and then complaining, the title is pretty clear you didn't have to come look) and if this site\thread is not for you then move on.

Better yet PROVIDE content you like. That way you might enjoy it more and find like minded members.

But to say it is "Good news" that someone is gone because you didn't like their art is a little over the top don't you think? Or have you decided you know what is best for humanity?

kisses

willowfall
Couldn't agree more, Willowfall. There are many threads I find boring and some I just don't agree with. But the people who create them and who follow them have every right to do so (unless they breach the forum's rules). I certainly will not pass judgement on any thread content in this forum and nor should others. Constructive criticism of artistic effects or portrayals is fine, but complaints about thread content is an attempt to impose one's views on other members.
PS: I may be wrong, but I suspect that Ophief has been here before under a different guise. His criticism sounds very familiar to another serial do-gooder.
 
You always should keep in mind that you are alone here. Romantic wanderer which search for another edges of the aesthetic representation of the erotica.
Others (like gerembeau) does not know how it works. They're straight and boring.
Zerns or qooum. This one are dangerous. The man which makes that stuff is not normal. He is crazy.
I've heard the quuom is no more. Someone said that here. Good news. After what i saw by them.
Huh?

As the Captain says in Cool Hand Luke, what we have here is a failure to communicate.
Plus, maybe people who live in glass grammar houses shouldn't throw stones.
 
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