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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