geolier
Tribune
breastrippers, especially red-hot, are my main fantasy.
Especially when there are female spectators, enjoying what they see
breastrippers, especially red-hot, are my main fantasy.
I really enjoy how totally innocent the majority of the girls in your stories are. Just normal girls living normal lives until they are suddenly turned around and in the short space of time left to live, they discover their true purpose for existence.The next task was to peel one of Beth's breasts. David had watched Catherine's skinning carefully and was ready to do his part. Beth - who had watched the whole skinning in horror - cried and sobbed and thrashed in her chains as David and the tanner approached her. All remaining slack was taken out of Beth's chains and as the tanner held Beth's breast, David began skinning her left breast as Sean had done with Catherine. Beth screamed and begged, but after about 20 minutes of work, the larger, more sagging and meaty breast had been fully skinned and trimmed off at the nipple.
Both girls were now chained to the two trees and each had a red, bloody dripping skinned breast. The two skins were laid side by side on the tanner's cloth, and Sean and David were ready for the next steps with the girls.
This time each girl's remaining breast would be completely severed. The process was faster, but bloodier, and the whole breast skin could be trimmed of its meat and fat and then tanned in one piece making a nice fine leather pouch.
Both Sean and David had debreasted many women in the process of conquering village after village, as it was a common final humiliation for many captured wives and daughters of rebel warriors just prior to their beheading. Usually the rebel officer was chained to a chair and made to watch the rape, torture and execution of his family before his own death. Seeing a young wife's or a 20 year old daughter's breasts cut off her naked body and watching the cum drip out of her raped cunt as her head was pushed down on the execution chopping block was a sad end to many a rebel's brief revolt. A captive girl was often slit through the ass and the cunt just prior to execution, but neither Sean nor David had skinned a cunt from a young woman. It would be an interesting day.
Sean stepped up to Catherine who was now slumped somewhat in her chains. He touched the end of her skinned breast with the skinning knife to get her to leap to consciousness. The tanner took the skinning knife from Sean and suggested a longer-bladed knife with a serrated edge to make a quick clean cut through the breast.
Sean took the knife, looked at it briefly, and moved into position to cut. Catherine grimaced and turned her head away as the tanner helped Sean by holding the breast up and pulling the breast out so the skin was taut. Sean was instructed to slice the breast off, not to slash it as he had before. Understanding the process, Sean made a decisive initial cut and then proceeded to slice through Catherine's entire breast in two large slicing motions.Ast he breast was cutf ree, the tanner held it in his hands. Blood surged out of the wide round wound, but was quickly stopped as guards pressed red hot sword blades against Catherine's wound. All this caused Catherine incredible pain - which she evidenced through her screams. Poor Beth watched in terror, knowing that the same thing would happen to her in a few minutes.
The tanner took the severed breast in a cloth and held it in front of Catherine's horrified face. With Sean holding her head to force her to look, the tanner dug his fingers into the breast and ripped out the entire mammary gland, leaving only a layer of fat which would be carefully skinned off. The deflated breast was placed next to the other breast skins on a table.
Beth knew now what was coming and sobbed heavily as David and the tanner approached her. She too avoided looking as David, now familiar with the process, deftly severed her breast as the tanner held it and stretched it taut. Guards quickly cauterized the bleeding wound with heated swords to the accompaniment of Beth's screams. Beth screamed her throat raw, and just slumped in her chains and gurgled after the bleeding had been stopped.
Now it was time to remove their pubic hides and cunt skins. The tanner looked to Sean and David and confirmed that they wanted to continue in the sequence and to mutilate Catherine first. Sean and David nodded in approval and the tanner motioned for the guards to unchain Catherine and bring her to the table.
Catherine was jolted into alertness from her slumped stupor as the guards quickly and roughly unchained her and dragged her to the table. Catherine was quickly pushed on her back and her hands were pulled back very tightly and chained to the two ends of the table near her head. Sean was offered some quick time with Catherine, which he gratefully took. He fingered her cunt for a few minutes and then opened his pants and let his cock fall out. Sean's cock stiffened in seconds in anticipation of this very interesting carving that was to be done, and he plunged into Catherine's cunt for a few hard thrusts into her. Not wanting to soil Catherine's flushed and cleaned vagina, Sean pulled out of Catherine's cunt and turned and finished in the mouth of a waiting slave girl who had been moved close and knelt at Sean's side with her arms bound behind her. She was very satisfying, and Sean noted her features in anticipation of more time with her sometime.
When Sean finished, Catherine's legs were spread very wide apart and chained tight to the bottom of the legs of the table. She groaned in pain at the binding and stretching that occurred. Her cunt was now wide open to them with her light- skinned inner thighs pulled sharply back from her cunt. A wooden wedge was placed under Catherine's ass to lift her cunt up in the air a little making it all the more accessible.
The tanner took a knife and made little scratches on the line he wanted Sean to cut to remove Catherine's pussy. With the tanner's constant coaching, Sean made a first shallow cut just above her bald pubic vee. Cuts were made perpendicular to each end of the cut to reach down her lower belly and to go inside her legs and outside of the line of her pubic vee through her crotch. Then with the flat blade of a skinning knife, Sean carefully peeled the hairless skin away from her crotch, working his way down Catherine's belly and crotch until he had the skin peeled back all the way around Catherine's cunt. Catherine's once vigorous screams turned to gurgling and mewling for mercy as the last steps with her were nearing. The tanner then showed Sean how to plunge the knife blade deeply into Catherine's crotch to cut around her cunt and to sever it about two or three inches inside her vagina. As her cunt was severed and the pubic vee and cunt lips lifted out, Catherine lost complete control and urinated through her severed urethra making piss slosh out of her now gaping wound that was once a pretty and tight cunt.
Beth watched from the tree as Catherine was cunt- skinned and de-cunted, knowing that everything that she saw would happen to her in minutes. She turned away in total horror as Catherine was unchained, lifted off the table by four guards and carried over to a waiting stake. Catherine screamed as she was lifted up high by the guards. One guard positioned her asshole over the tip of the waiting stake and Catherine was tilted up parallel to the stake and her slightly lightened body weight caused her to slide down onto the stake that was now well embedded in her asshole. As she slid down the stake to a point where the pole became so large that her sliding stopped, her hands were refastened behind her. Catherine thrashed a little on the stake and stared out at the guards in complete agony - her throat now so dry and screamed out that she really couldn't make a sound. Now one stake was occupied and one stood waiting for its victim.
Beth knew now that the end was very near as the guards turned to her and walked over to seize her with David. As had been done with Catherine, David was allowed a last rape and then her legs were chained down tightly with her cunt positioned for examination and mutilation.
David had enjoyed the last rape, and as Sean had, enjoyed the feel of the mouth of the little slave girl on him. He let the slave girl clean him off and then he refastened his pants and picked up the knife that the waiting tanner held. With even this little experience David had become good at skinning and looked forward to removingBeth's smooth, golden-swarthy pubic skin and nice full cunt lips. He worked fairly quickly - making Beth yelp a little with each incision followed by a deep scream as David peeled away to skin from Beth's body.
David made the final cuts to sever Beth's vagina and turned the bleeding dripping hide over to the tanner. Beth's turn to ride the pole had come. As with Catherine, she was unchained, hoisted up by guards and impaled through the asshole on the second pole.
Beth screamed pitifully for a few minutes as she slid painfully down the pole, and then shivered and collapsed impaled with the pole nearly ready to stick out of her mouth.
The tanner motioned for Sean and David to come to the table where the amputated pieces were laying. As they watched, he took a very sharp knife and sliced each cunt hide in half along the line of their cunt lips. Moving the now four pieces quickly, the tanned showed how nice the mix of pale and gold-tanned smooth skins would look with the two cunt halves sewn together. Both Sean and David were happy for the tanner's innovation and his skill in instructing them. Both thanked the tanner, turned and said goodbye to the nearly dead girls, and walked away to their quarterers. The tanner called out to them and told them to return in two weeks for their trophies.
On the day the rewards were to be ready, Sean and David returned to the tanner. The tanner happily presented them each with a breast from each girl and the pubic ornament to wear on their belts. Just as they finished putting them on, two young troops walked into the area and began looking around curiously. They quickly spotted two girls across the town square being led this way. In minutes they were there and the two pretty girls were stripped. They were beautiful, with hairless pussies - just as Catherine and Beth had been - and the two lucky soldiers were in for a treat.
Sean and David looked longingly at the two, looked down at their rewards, smiled, and turned and walked back to their barracks.
This is interesting, we've never seen you reverse a promise on a private girl before.Meanwhile, as I fucked my selected girl, the three soldiers who had shaved her were sent off to be ready to shave the three girls to be mutilated and the remaining five to be impaled. We'd see some nice bare cunts in pain this afternoon.
While I held to my promise about mutilation, I decided to share her mouth and cunt and returned her to the group of the others to be impaled for further enjoyment by my troops. She was led off to that group and I watched as she was pushed to the ground and her rapes begun by three more soldiers.
The rapes continued for over an hour as the battle weary troops relaxed and enjoyed the smooth tight bodies of these captured rebel women. While the rapes were a fantastic diversion, these were true combat soldiers at heart and their true lust lay in the upcoming executions and the open display of revenge for the harm these rebels had done. During the rapes the women were constantly told of how they'd die. As their cunts were stretched by the men's cocks they were told how the impaling stakes would rip them apart and how their cunts would be burned or mutilated. My men never lost focus on their ultimate goal and enjoyed making toys of the captured rebel women.
When the melee had settled down to only a few men still raping, I ordered the gang rape finished. My soldiers quickly finished with the girl they were working on, and the women were pulled back into their groups and lined up. They huddled into the three sobbing groups - those to be burned, impaled, and mutilated.
The four girls to be burned were taken to their stakes and were tied to the stakes with their hands high over their heads. The three whose breastswould be mutilated were tied
to tall fence posts - their arms pulled sharply back behind them and their breasts thrust out in front of them for mutilation. The six to be impaled were held at the ready - with my favorite girl selected to be the first to be impaled. She was tied face up over a low stone table, with her legs tied apart and her cunt open and ready for impalement. I was glad that she had been shaved and enjoyed the view of her open and dripping cunt lips - a view that would be enjoyed as the wooden shaft entered her cunt and was shoved through her body.
I decided to start the executions off with a mutilation to properly and visibly set the tone for the day's event and to signal to the captive women that there would be no fun today for them. Before beginning, I had the brazier ignited so that it would burn down to a nice bed of coals to heat the rippers in. After that, I looked over the three women tied to the tall fence posts for mutilation. After fondling their breasts and pinching their cunt lips to test for fullness I selected one of the younger women - one about 25 years old - with large hanging breasts. She'd had some children and her breasts sagged a little from the swelling during pregnancy and from feeding them. Still they were very attractive with a nice pointed shape with large nipples on the ends of them. The ends still pointed up and out nicely.
She cried when she was pointed out and the group moved over to surround her tied to her fence post. She'd obviously been an attractive rape target as many of the soldiers murmured in agreement and noted how they'd enjoyed her cunt earlier. The cum dripping from her cunt and down her inner thighs gave away that fact that she'd had more than the usual attention.
With a little wait for the fire to burn down to coals, we tested the rippers for fit on the terrified girl's tits. The ripper was brought over to the girl's dangling teats. While her heavy sagging breast could easily be inserted into the ripper when the ripper was cold, we wanted it red hot to burn her flesh as it tore it - and we didn't want to get burned in the process. We came to a clever idea. I had a thin rope tied to a hook with about a 4- inch curve to it. With the hook secure on the line, the hook was jabbed through the screaming girl's breast and the line pulled tight to pull her breast out taut from her body. With the tit pulled out, the ripper could easily be threaded around her tit flesh - hot or cold. Good news for us, but horrifying for the girl whose tits were now threaded with hooks and line awaiting mutilation. The others for mutilation look on in terror as the first girl's tits had the hooks set in them in preparation for breast ripper torture.
After testing the cold rippers on the poor girl's tits and then placing them in the coals, I played with the trembling girl's wet cunt with one of the fire irons. The hooked end was held in the coals for a few minutes and then slowly pressed into her wet cunt and rubbed around inside it, causing big drops of sperm to sizzle inside her and drip out on the floor under her. She screamed and then moaned in pain as her raped cunt was probed with the hot tool. After 10 minutes or so of playing with her cunt, the fire had heated the rippers to a near red-hot level. To get them fully ready, a bellows was used to quickly bring the heat up on the fire and soon the rippers began to glow in the heat. Soon they glowed with a reddish orange color and were ready for the girl'storment.
I walked over to the terrified, crying girl and ordered her right tit to be pulled out tight. When the tit was in position, the ripper was carefully positioned and the thin line pulled through it with the tit just inches away from the glowing iron. Slowly the ripper was moved closer to her and around the tit - touching the flesh in many places and starting to smoke and sizzle as the larger end of her tit near her chest was engulfed. She screamed at the burning pain as the ripper now pressed against her tit on all sides and thrashed around in her bondage to try to escape the searing pain. When the ripper was pressed all the way to her chest and her flesh began to smoke and sizzle, the ripper was slowly turned clockwise and the sharp ends of each of the ripper's points began to dig into her breast. As the ripper turned the points dug deeper and with its glowing heat began to tear at her breast ripping and burning its way into her tender breast. The red-hot ripper now was pressing against the fat inside her tit and was beginning to bubble and sizzle as it ripped and tore her tit open. As the ripper reached the halfway point, her tit was now torn badly and blood and burbling fat began to flow over the red-hot iron and thicken as it steamed. Slowly the ripper continued to turn and as it neared a full turn her tit was ripped almost completely free hanging from a thin tread of flesh. With a sharp pull the smoking tit was torn free and with a shake of the still-red ripper dropped onto the dirt with a soft "plop" where it lay smoking and bubbling. Another guard took a heated iron and rolled it over the girl's jagged bleeding flesh where the breast had been. While the girl screamed and tugged at the ropes that bound her, the wound was cauterized and the bleeding bubbled to a stop.
A soldier with a gloved hand picked up the burned severed tit and backed the hook out of it to make it available for use on the next tit. After the hook was pulled free from the bloody, charred tit the mutilated breast was tossed into a small basket - one that would eventually hold all six tits ripped from the women.
We decided to take one breast per woman first thus letting them all experience the horror of tit ripping with one tit before we completely debreasted them. We turned to the next girl and repeated the same process. She was smaller than the first girl, but had relatively large breasts - firm ones that really stood out in front of her on their own. They'd be delicious to burn and tear off. To start the second girl's mutilation a soldier first grabbed her right tit and threaded the hook through it in a similar fashion to the first one. She screamed terribly as the hook ripped through her breast of course, but the terror of anticipation was greatly diminished, as she knew what was to happen step by step now. The breast ripper was given a few minutes to reheat to a red glow while her tit was pulled out tight in front of her. The ripper was then pulled from the coals and applied to her tightly stretched titflesh. She screamed as the red-hot iron hit her breast and continued screaming as the ripper was slowly turned and dug into her flesh and began to burn her tit off. After the tit was nearly burned free, the soldier gave a sharp final twist and pull and the tit was removed quickly as she screamed her throat raw during the slow painful mutilation. Similarly, the 3rd woman - the girl with the largest breasts - had her right breast pulled tight in front of her and slowly mutilated to the crowd's continuing amusement at her screams of agony. Her tits were so large that the ripper only pulled off part of her tit and the soldier performing the ripping used a knife to carve away the remainder of her tit after the huge nippled end had been torn off with the glowing ripper. The girl screamed continuously through the carving of her tit. The basket now held three smoking blistered bloody breasts. The horrible screams settled down and the three girls continued to sob quietly and slumped in their bondage in a brief respite before the next round of mutilation. Blood had flowed freely down their chests and their bodies were streaked with blood, and molten fat. Cum and urine dripped down the inside of their thighs as they'd all lost control when the red-hot iron ripper hit their flesh and began to tear into it.
To keep the variety of the entertainment up before the next round of breast ripping, I ordered a change in the entertainment and told the soldiers to make ready to have one girl burned and one girl impaled before the debreasting continued to take the three remaining tits. On hearing my command, the soldiers quickly agreed on which of the girls they wanted to burn her screaming in terror to the center of the square. My "special" girl had already been tied to the impaling table and was awaiting her grim fate there.
The girl to be burned was a tall, large breasted blonde. She'd been selected for her beauty - factors in that consideration included the fact that she had a full bush of darkish blonde pubic hair and large but nicely firm tits. An additional element of appeal was that she was in complete terror of what was going to happen to her and screamed and
struggled hard to escape the stake. We'd enjoy her thrashing and screaming as she was being roasted in a few minutes.
The girl to be impaled - my earlier special selection - was all ready for her execution - bound to the sacrificial stone and with her shaved cunt ready for penetration with the impaling pole. I went over to her - looked into her wide-open terrified eyes and told her that she'd soon get a taste of our revenge worse than the hour of rape that had justhappened.
As a bit of foreplay I grabbed her left breast and took out my knife and with two firm slashes cut her tit into quarters. She jerked in agony and screamed as the knife slashed through her tender titflesh and looked down in horror as her once beautiful breast now lay in pieces in running blood on her chest. While she gathered her senses and realized what had been done to her, I reached down and slid my entire hand into her freshly raped cunt and jabbed a fingernail into the back wall of her vagina and pulled hard causing a small but intensely painful internal tear.
She screamed that I'd promised not to mutilate her if she was eager and cooperative during her rape. I told her that she was a rebel captive and we'd do whatever we wanted to. Right now, that mean cutting her up a little - oh and sorry, but she'd have to wait a few minutes in agony for that, because we had a pretty girl to burn first.
I am already waiting for the continuation...Meanwhile, as I fucked my selected girl, the three soldiers who had shaved her were sent off to be ready to shave the three girls to be mutilated and the remaining five to be impaled. We'd see some nice bare cunts in pain this afternoon.
While I held to my promise about mutilation, I decided to share her mouth and cunt and returned her to the group of the others to be impaled for further enjoyment by my troops. She was led off to that group and I watched as she was pushed to the ground and her rapes begun by three more soldiers.
The rapes continued for over an hour as the battle weary troops relaxed and enjoyed the smooth tight bodies of these captured rebel women. While the rapes were a fantastic diversion, these were true combat soldiers at heart and their true lust lay in the upcoming executions and the open display of revenge for the harm these rebels had done. During the rapes the women were constantly told of how they'd die. As their cunts were stretched by the men's cocks they were told how the impaling stakes would rip them apart and how their cunts would be burned or mutilated. My men never lost focus on their ultimate goal and enjoyed making toys of the captured rebel women.
When the melee had settled down to only a few men still raping, I ordered the gang rape finished. My soldiers quickly finished with the girl they were working on, and the women were pulled back into their groups and lined up. They huddled into the three sobbing groups - those to be burned, impaled, and mutilated.
The four girls to be burned were taken to their stakes and were tied to the stakes with their hands high over their heads. The three whose breastswould be mutilated were tied
to tall fence posts - their arms pulled sharply back behind them and their breasts thrust out in front of them for mutilation. The six to be impaled were held at the ready - with my favorite girl selected to be the first to be impaled. She was tied face up over a low stone table, with her legs tied apart and her cunt open and ready for impalement. I was glad that she had been shaved and enjoyed the view of her open and dripping cunt lips - a view that would be enjoyed as the wooden shaft entered her cunt and was shoved through her body.
I decided to start the executions off with a mutilation to properly and visibly set the tone for the day's event and to signal to the captive women that there would be no fun today for them. Before beginning, I had the brazier ignited so that it would burn down to a nice bed of coals to heat the rippers in. After that, I looked over the three women tied to the tall fence posts for mutilation. After fondling their breasts and pinching their cunt lips to test for fullness I selected one of the younger women - one about 25 years old - with large hanging breasts. She'd had some children and her breasts sagged a little from the swelling during pregnancy and from feeding them. Still they were very attractive with a nice pointed shape with large nipples on the ends of them. The ends still pointed up and out nicely.
She cried when she was pointed out and the group moved over to surround her tied to her fence post. She'd obviously been an attractive rape target as many of the soldiers murmured in agreement and noted how they'd enjoyed her cunt earlier. The cum dripping from her cunt and down her inner thighs gave away that fact that she'd had more than the usual attention.
With a little wait for the fire to burn down to coals, we tested the rippers for fit on the terrified girl's tits. The ripper was brought over to the girl's dangling teats. While her heavy sagging breast could easily be inserted into the ripper when the ripper was cold, we wanted it red hot to burn her flesh as it tore it - and we didn't want to get burned in the process. We came to a clever idea. I had a thin rope tied to a hook with about a 4- inch curve to it. With the hook secure on the line, the hook was jabbed through the screaming girl's breast and the line pulled tight to pull her breast out taut from her body. With the tit pulled out, the ripper could easily be threaded around her tit flesh - hot or cold. Good news for us, but horrifying for the girl whose tits were now threaded with hooks and line awaiting mutilation. The others for mutilation look on in terror as the first girl's tits had the hooks set in them in preparation for breast ripper torture.
After testing the cold rippers on the poor girl's tits and then placing them in the coals, I played with the trembling girl's wet cunt with one of the fire irons. The hooked end was held in the coals for a few minutes and then slowly pressed into her wet cunt and rubbed around inside it, causing big drops of sperm to sizzle inside her and drip out on the floor under her. She screamed and then moaned in pain as her raped cunt was probed with the hot tool. After 10 minutes or so of playing with her cunt, the fire had heated the rippers to a near red-hot level. To get them fully ready, a bellows was used to quickly bring the heat up on the fire and soon the rippers began to glow in the heat. Soon they glowed with a reddish orange color and were ready for the girl'storment.
I walked over to the terrified, crying girl and ordered her right tit to be pulled out tight. When the tit was in position, the ripper was carefully positioned and the thin line pulled through it with the tit just inches away from the glowing iron. Slowly the ripper was moved closer to her and around the tit - touching the flesh in many places and starting to smoke and sizzle as the larger end of her tit near her chest was engulfed. She screamed at the burning pain as the ripper now pressed against her tit on all sides and thrashed around in her bondage to try to escape the searing pain. When the ripper was pressed all the way to her chest and her flesh began to smoke and sizzle, the ripper was slowly turned clockwise and the sharp ends of each of the ripper's points began to dig into her breast. As the ripper turned the points dug deeper and with its glowing heat began to tear at her breast ripping and burning its way into her tender breast. The red-hot ripper now was pressing against the fat inside her tit and was beginning to bubble and sizzle as it ripped and tore her tit open. As the ripper reached the halfway point, her tit was now torn badly and blood and burbling fat began to flow over the red-hot iron and thicken as it steamed. Slowly the ripper continued to turn and as it neared a full turn her tit was ripped almost completely free hanging from a thin tread of flesh. With a sharp pull the smoking tit was torn free and with a shake of the still-red ripper dropped onto the dirt with a soft "plop" where it lay smoking and bubbling. Another guard took a heated iron and rolled it over the girl's jagged bleeding flesh where the breast had been. While the girl screamed and tugged at the ropes that bound her, the wound was cauterized and the bleeding bubbled to a stop.
A soldier with a gloved hand picked up the burned severed tit and backed the hook out of it to make it available for use on the next tit. After the hook was pulled free from the bloody, charred tit the mutilated breast was tossed into a small basket - one that would eventually hold all six tits ripped from the women.
We decided to take one breast per woman first thus letting them all experience the horror of tit ripping with one tit before we completely debreasted them. We turned to the next girl and repeated the same process. She was smaller than the first girl, but had relatively large breasts - firm ones that really stood out in front of her on their own. They'd be delicious to burn and tear off. To start the second girl's mutilation a soldier first grabbed her right tit and threaded the hook through it in a similar fashion to the first one. She screamed terribly as the hook ripped through her breast of course, but the terror of anticipation was greatly diminished, as she knew what was to happen step by step now. The breast ripper was given a few minutes to reheat to a red glow while her tit was pulled out tight in front of her. The ripper was then pulled from the coals and applied to her tightly stretched titflesh. She screamed as the red-hot iron hit her breast and continued screaming as the ripper was slowly turned and dug into her flesh and began to burn her tit off. After the tit was nearly burned free, the soldier gave a sharp final twist and pull and the tit was removed quickly as she screamed her throat raw during the slow painful mutilation. Similarly, the 3rd woman - the girl with the largest breasts - had her right breast pulled tight in front of her and slowly mutilated to the crowd's continuing amusement at her screams of agony. Her tits were so large that the ripper only pulled off part of her tit and the soldier performing the ripping used a knife to carve away the remainder of her tit after the huge nippled end had been torn off with the glowing ripper. The girl screamed continuously through the carving of her tit. The basket now held three smoking blistered bloody breasts. The horrible screams settled down and the three girls continued to sob quietly and slumped in their bondage in a brief respite before the next round of mutilation. Blood had flowed freely down their chests and their bodies were streaked with blood, and molten fat. Cum and urine dripped down the inside of their thighs as they'd all lost control when the red-hot iron ripper hit their flesh and began to tear into it.
To keep the variety of the entertainment up before the next round of breast ripping, I ordered a change in the entertainment and told the soldiers to make ready to have one girl burned and one girl impaled before the debreasting continued to take the three remaining tits. On hearing my command, the soldiers quickly agreed on which of the girls they wanted to burn her screaming in terror to the center of the square. My "special" girl had already been tied to the impaling table and was awaiting her grim fate there.
The girl to be burned was a tall, large breasted blonde. She'd been selected for her beauty - factors in that consideration included the fact that she had a full bush of darkish blonde pubic hair and large but nicely firm tits. An additional element of appeal was that she was in complete terror of what was going to happen to her and screamed and
struggled hard to escape the stake. We'd enjoy her thrashing and screaming as she was being roasted in a few minutes.
The girl to be impaled - my earlier special selection - was all ready for her execution - bound to the sacrificial stone and with her shaved cunt ready for penetration with the impaling pole. I went over to her - looked into her wide-open terrified eyes and told her that she'd soon get a taste of our revenge worse than the hour of rape that had justhappened.
As a bit of foreplay I grabbed her left breast and took out my knife and with two firm slashes cut her tit into quarters. She jerked in agony and screamed as the knife slashed through her tender titflesh and looked down in horror as her once beautiful breast now lay in pieces in running blood on her chest. While she gathered her senses and realized what had been done to her, I reached down and slid my entire hand into her freshly raped cunt and jabbed a fingernail into the back wall of her vagina and pulled hard causing a small but intensely painful internal tear.
She screamed that I'd promised not to mutilate her if she was eager and cooperative during her rape. I told her that she was a rebel captive and we'd do whatever we wanted to. Right now, that mean cutting her up a little - oh and sorry, but she'd have to wait a few minutes in agony for that, because we had a pretty girl to burn first.
Something got lost in the translation there hahahaView attachment 914181 I read a true account by an explorer about a visit to a powerful African king. The explorer commented on the nice tits of one of the topless serving girls. A few minutes later a servant entered the room, carrying a tray. On it, you have already guessed, were the breasts of the unfortunate serving girl. A gift for a special guest!
Interesting story. Would be nice to spend a bit more time on the tortures, but there's probably quite a few victims left.When I returned I was a little tired. The 18 year-old was stunning, and had to be fucked several times. Sheri and Pam were showered and their hair nicely made up. They were naked as ordered on the bed, Pam sitting up and Sheri lying back and relaxed.
I took a few syringes out of the medicine cabinet and came over to where they were on the bed. "Cookout time girls", I joked, and they had a look or stark terror come over them. I told them to relax, that the treatment worked better if they were loose.
I decided to do Pam's tits first, as she was sitting up. I stripped down and sat on the bed, and made her come over and sit on my lap, straddling me with her tits pointed into my face. Pam's pussy rubbed against my cock, and as it rose, I lifted her up a little and let my cock slide into her while I was working on her tits. Taking each tit, I carefully started at the nipple, and made several injections in each of them until I had covered her each breast. I tested the sensitivity with a pin, and Pam and I were both satisfied that she was pretty numb.
Sheri's cunt was next. I told her to spread her legs and I turned and grabbed her cunt lips and pulled them apart, revealing her large, sensitive clit. Her clit was injected first, and then the inside and outside of each cunt lip. Sheri jerked a little at the needle, and I asked her if she'd rather have the heated rod on her clit with no sedative. Her big clit would be burned into a red stub and would hurt incredibly after a few applications of the red-hot rod. I then had Sheri sit up as Pam did and I did her tits. Then I did Pam's cunt. I tested both cunts by sliding into them for a few strokes. While they got wet for me and opened nicely, they couldn't really feel any pain as I plunged past their cunt lips. After I shot a quick load into Sheri's slick cunt, they were ready to go.
Pam and Sheri were told to get back into their execution gowns, really skimpy shifts that added only a bit of suspense to the event as they were led out in front of the crowd. They were of thin cloth, so they flowed with the girl's bodylines, and short, so that most of the girl's ass, and often her cunt, was plainly visible. They had no shoes, as the stone path was smooth leading to the amphitheater, and their bare feet accented their youth and beauty and gave them a little more of a sense of vulnerability.
Both jumped to the task, still nervous about being naked in front of me - their executioner. They arranged each other's hair, so they looked nice, and I gave a last swipe to Sheri's pussy which seemed a bit wet. She was tall, and her cunt showed beneath the standard sized gown.
With that, we were ready to proceed to the noon ceremony in our town's open-air amphitheater, only a short walk away. Pam and Sheri hugged and cried for a few minutes before being led out the door and down the path to their deaths. We gently pulled them apart and told them that it was time to go, that the crowd was waiting for them. We turned each of them around and bound their hands at the wrists in back of them, thus pressing their breasts forward just a bit, and giving them no protection from the stares of the waiting crowd.
As the door to our area opened, it was obvious from the cheers that rose up, that the crowd had all eyes on the door waiting for it to open. It was always a point of anticipation to see whom the captives were that were selected for torture and execution. While no one knew who they'd be, they were always beautiful young girls, and to our men a delicious experience to see them humiliated, tormented and finally executed.
About 20 guards each holding a flaming torch lined each side of the three-foot wide stone path. Pam and Sheri blinked a little at the bright sunlight out in the open, and the spectacle of the guards, their smoking torches, and the cheering crowd was almost overwhelming. Both girls needed a little shove from time to time as they neared the open-air circular amphitheater. As they neared the entrance, they were horrified to see the stakes they'd be burned at and they narrow benches they'd be tied to for their public rapes and tortures. The reality of the whole event came home to them at the view of the waiting equipment. As the torture equipment came into view, both Sheriand
Pam started to panic, and began to resist being pushed into the auditorium. As both dug their heels in, Pam was grabbed by the shoulders and pushed forward before the crowd. As she was pushed, one of her breasts popped out of the front of her execution gown to the crowd's delight. Similarly, Sheri was being pushed into the auditorium and in doing so her hips were thrust forward, revealing her legs, hips, thighs, and all of her cunt with its hairless mound and lips. Knowing that they'd soon have hours of fun watching these private parts tormented, the crowd jumped up and cheered, making the terror all the more intense for Pam and Sheri.
Finally, Pam and Sheri were both led to the raised stone platform in the center of the circular open air amphitheater and held in place facing the crowd, with a guard standing behind them at each shoulder. The crowd stood and cheered as I stepped in front of the two girls to present them to the crowd. Gentlemen, I present our afternoon's entertainment, Pam with the brunette hair, and Sheri with, trust me on this, natural blonde hair.
I then turned to face the two girls and asked the guards to move Pam forward so that she could be stripped for the crowd. Roughly pushed forward, Pam now stood trembling in front of me. I reached forward for her gown and quickly opened the front and jerked it off her shoulders, exposing her full body to the crowd and revealing her ample pointed breasts and bald pussy. The gown fell in back of her, hanging from her bound hands. Next Sheri was pushed forward. This time, I asked that her hands be unbound, and a guard quickly untied her. Sheri was told to entertain the crowd by slipping the gown off for them and showing them her treasures. Deeply humiliated, Sheri first turned away, but then, sensing the inevitable, gained some semblance of pride and turned to face the crowd and slowly opened the front of her gown and let it fall to the ground. The bright sunlight revealed every inch of her pretty body and let the crowd see every detail of her tits, trim body, and her cunt with its pale hairless slit. The crowd was thrilled to see her private parts, knowing they'd soon be tortured and burned for their pleasure.
Now Pam's hands were untied, and her gown finally dropped to the ground. Pam reached down for it, but was told in a firm voice that she would never need that gown or other clothing again - that she was here to be tortured and burned to death naked.
At that, Sheri was led over to the side to one of the stakes and temporarily chained to it by her arms, fastened to an iron ring high over her head. Her feet were unrestrained, allowing her to move around slightly, but she was tied so high that she strained at her chains. Poor Pam was to be tortured first, and after her breasts were fondled and cupped for the crowd, she was led over to a raping bench. She was quickly spread on her back with her hands and feet tied to a corner of the bench and her pretty cunt spread open for the crowd's pleasure. I walked over and looked down at her and told her that she'd first be raped by 10 of our men to warm her up for later pleasures. She cried a little and pleaded to be let go, but I told her that her fate wassealed.
At my gesture, 10 previously selected men came forward and lined up at Pam's cunt. The first dropped his shorts, and quickly hardened for entry into Pam. After the first rammed into her, I went over to Sheri to chat with her while the line of men took their time with Pam. Sheri was jokingly asked if she had a guess at what was going to happen to her soon! While she sobbed at the sight of her friend being raped, I played softly with her tits and cunt, enjoying the wet feel of my cum inside her from her last fucking before being led out. After about 20 minutes the men, constantly cheered on by the crowd had finished gang-fucking Pam. Her cunt was all red and gaping open, and was dripping cum from her 10 rapes. One of the men was making Pam suck on his cock, as others gathered by her to feel her tits and try to get a little sucking in.
OK men, time to swap, I said, and Pam was untied from the bench and led to her stake and chained up, hanging in exhaustion from her rapes. Your turn now Sheri, I said, and Sheri was unchained and quickly hustled to a bench for her raping. Before her 10 men were called forward, I took a quick turn and made Sheri suck my cock for a bit, and then entered her cunt for a few quick last strokes at her, cumming in her fairly quickly. She was my favorite of the two, as I preferred blondes, and Sheri's cunt was particularly attractive with nice big inviting lips and a pale glistening hairless mound just above her bald cuntlips.
The second team of 10 rapers came forward and the line slowly moved along as Sheri was raped in the same fashion as Pam was. Sheri cried out often as men first entered her cunt or played harshly with her tits. At the finish, just as with Pam, several of the men wanted blow jobs, and Sheri resisted somewhat, choking on their cum as they unloaded in her mouth. Sheri was then untied, and her arms lifted high and re- chained to her stake, with cum dripping from her cunt and white gobs of cum visible on her soft bald pubic mound.
We were now ready to torture the girls.
We usually began with a cat o' nine tails flogging, because it signaled the start of really violent and painful treatment, and it also cut them up a bit and really hurt them. They were totally vulnerable with their tits and cunts fully exposed to us. We first told them to turn around and show us their asses and that we'd start by whipping their backs, asses, and legs. Pam and Sheri turned around slowly against the pressure of the chains binding their arms over their heads. I ran the handle of the whip through each of their crotches rubbing it into their freshly raped cunts. Then the whipping began, alternating between Pam and Sheri. The crack of the whip began over their backs and shoulders, but quickly moved down to their asses. Upward slashes reached into their crotches and stung their cunts from the rear. Soon, their backs and pretty tight asses were streaked with red welts. Now for their tits. Pam and Sheri were now told to tun around for their tit whippings. Sobbing hard, they each turned around to have their pretty breasts covered with painful welts. Even though they were somewhat sedated, the lashes hurt them as the whip's 9 tails slashed across their breasts. Pam, with her large tits, was particularly singled out for tit whipping, and soon her pretty pointed breasts were striped with red welts.
Their cunts and thighs came next and I slowly worked over each girl, bringing their screams to a crescendo,and then moving to the next one to keep the volume of their tortured girls at a peak.
After about 20 minutes of work on the two girls, I stopped, as I wanted to keep them alert for their burning.
I threw a bucket of cold water on each girl and let her hang from her chains for a few minutes. They were each unchained and quickly led stumbling and crying over to the raping benches where they'd suffered earlier. Pam's tits were really luscious, even though they'd been bitten and roughed up a lot during her rape and whipping and I looked forward to the next tortures they'd receive.
Tightly fastened to the benches, Pam and Sheri's welted breasts flopped to each side of them, and their cunts were again exposed to the crowd's view. Both girls raised their heads to look around to try to see what was going to happen to them next. To their horror, they saw two guards with heavy gloves carrying a brazier of red-hot coals with a number of iron rods stuck down into them. They clearly understood what was going to happen to them.
Looking up at me pleading for some mercy, they were rewarded with my cock and that of another guard's pushed into their mouths. We'd avoided whipping their faces to save some of their beauty for their burning at the stake. We each stroked deeply into our girl's mouth and soon shot a nice load into each of them causing them to choke as they swallowed our cum.
A guard had been positioned by their cunts, and as soon as our cocks left their mouths, a red hot rod was taken from the brazier and rammed deeply into the cum-filled cunt of each girl. Both screamed in horror as the injections only dulled the feeling in their cunt lips. Boiling cum exploded into steam, and their cunts had plumes of smoke and steam coming out of them as the irons slowly cooled in their vaginas. Both girls bucked and screamed violently for several minutes.
We then took turns on each girl, working hot irons on their tits and cunt lips, taking care to work the full slit of their cunts. After about 10 minutes their numbed nipples were horribly burned by the irons and they gurgled in pain as they had screamed their throats dry.
We let them rest for a few minutes and then unbound them from the raping benches. Unrestrained, each girl tried to get sit up but neither could get to their feet.
Soon, we were ready for the last two steps. The girls were taken one at a time and re-chained to the stakes to prepare them for burning. A pail of creamy barbecue fire starter was brought over and each girl's entire bald pubic area was basted in it. Oily fluid was brushed up into their burned cunts and the hairless crack of their asses and their soft pussies soaked in it.
I stood back for a minute to admire the work - the whippings, the tit torture, the cunt brandings. Then, I reached out with a torch and lit Pam's cunt. Slowly, a yellow flame enveloped her cunt and pussy as the waxy fluid caught on fire. Pam writhed around in pain as her cunt was burned away and her pretty belly charred. Then Sheri's cunt was ignited and the painful dance continued. The crowd cheered as the girls suffered at the flames burning their cunts and asses. This way, the crowd got to enjoy the singular pleasure of watching the girl's cunts burn with no other distractions. Within five minutes, both flames had gone out, leaving the girls with blackened crotches from the oily fluid.
Nearly unconscious in pain, each girl's weight hung from their chains, as we began to pile the wood around them for the final fire. The guards took about five minutes to carry large loads of wood and pile them carefully at each girl's feet. During this time, I took a cloth soaked in cold water and wiped off each girl's face... bringing her to consciousness again.
Both were now awake again, and in a combination of agony from their tortures and in terror of what they knew was coming next. After presenting them again to the crowd, I said a private goodbye to each of them, fondling their burned and tortured cunts with my fingers as I talked to them. As the crowd roared to a crescendo, the pyres were lit - one at a time - with Pam's coming first, and then as the flames totally enveloped her thrashing body, Sheri's was lit starting her final dance.
Within minutes the tortured girl's motion had slowly drawn to a halt and they were dead. As the fire grew around them, their bodies started to be consumed by the growing fire. Fat from their breasts and asses dripped into the flames, causing the flames to go higher and higher.
An hour later, the fires were dying to embers and nothing remained but ashes. It had been a good night. But then there was tomorrow. Maybe I'd visit the new little blondeagain.
Well written story. Looking forward to the finale!Part 5 – A penance with glowing pliers (4)
Market women have brought baskets with bread and pastries for the spectators and innkeepers sell wine and beer. In this way, people find the opportunity to pass the time during a conversation as well as with drinks and food. They can use this to distract themselves from the terrible experiences, or they can take a closer look at the tortured witch and examine the executioner's work at her breasts.
After the punishment she has suffered, Eva Maria remains standing at the pillory until the bells from town strike for noon. Freezing half-naked in the cold winter air she is gazed at, mocked and insulted while she is still eaten away by the pain in her breasts. Time passes excruciatingly and very slowly.
The guards finally release the girl from the T-post and drag her back onto the donkey cart, where she's chained up again. The torn shirt is pulled back a little, but her tortured breasts remain exposed for all to see.
Hans Michael can no longer bear to see his sister's suffering. His whole mind is filled with her screams. "Get away from here first!" He thinks to himself. "I don't want to see how my sister's tortured tits swell slowly while the spectators gaze at her." So he runs away, alone in the direction of the pyre and stake.
When the cart with the young witch starts to move again, her breasts are still throbbing wildly, but they are bloated from the secretions that collect in them - her breasts are getting bigger and plumper – the sight is terrifying ... Eva Maria only suspects how bad the inner devastations are...
It continues leisurely, the young witch is driven a few kilometers from Bamberg to “Zell”, where pyre and stake are waiting for her. Witch burnings inside or in front of the city gates bring bad luck, they say here. They make her to suffer cruelly long.
The girl's struggle with burning pain and terrible suffering is so intense that she forgets almost everything else, even the fear of being burned. Sometimes she never wishes to arrive, sometimes that it should end quickly so that the pain would finally stop. The flaming pain inside her breasts swells with every heartbeat and consumes her slowly but ceaselessly. The protest of her tortured boobs is still unbearably angry, especially in her left breast, which was not only bitten by the scorching hot pliers, but also turned and pushed back and forth.
Sometimes she thinks, “Instead of calming down, my tits get even angrier.” She looks at her disfigured boobs, which are no longer hers, they have swollen to an unnatural size, they have become burning hot from the injuries and the blood that flows in. If only they would finally calm down ... but they keep raging.
Eva Maria tries to free her thoughts from the pain at least for a moment. She is cold, hungry and thirsty, but that's no longer important. What is the point of still struggling, clinging to life that has become worthless? She is ready to die now. "Burning at the stake can't get that much worse", she thinks, but she is said to be wrong.
Suddenly the sun comes out as if the sky wanted to give a sign. Then she hears shouts “The witch is coming!” Eva Maria has reached her final goal, the pyre with the stake...