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Doragon

Governor

Chapter 7: Second day of torture, breast modification​

(Part 2 of 3)

The doctor held a hand under her left breast and lifted it while nodding. “Slightly over a pound I guess,” he estimated “and judging from the bra size you have, I think your breast has a volume of 550 cc. If we want to increase your cup size from D to DD, we should add 150 cc to each breast. Cup size E would even be better but that would need twice as much.”

He looked at the syringes and shrugged. “So far you all have produced only 90 cc of semen. That’s only 45 cc for each breast. So we need a lot more.”

“I think we can all cum a second time,” said the military man. The others nodded as they had been enjoying the sight of the naked woman a lot. Some already went to work. The doctor agreed but doubted it would be enough.

Mahdi chuckled and said “I am sure we can find enough men out there to add if it is needed.”

“We should have started yesterday,” said the business man. But the doctor shook his head.

“Her body would break the semen down and her breasts would have returned back to normal by this time.”

“You mean her breasts are able to consume the semen?”

The doctor nodded and they all laughed, thinking it was a wonderful irony.

“Well, we’ll do our best,” said the man in black. “Keep our names for each syringe, I want to know when my ejaculate is injected inside her.” They all wanted that.

The men went to work and all of them managed to ejaculate a second time, making the total amount of syringes twenty. The doctor calculated the total amount. Each man had quite a different amount of semen. Some only had 3 ml, but there was also one syringe with 12 ml. In total they had produced 180 ml, clearly not enough to increase her breasts a cup size, but still she would become bigger.

They put Alisa with her chair next to the table, close to the collection of syringes. The doctor sat down in front of her and he picked up the first one, showing her how it contained only 3 cc. Alisa writhed and cried out, desperately fighting to avoid the torture they were planning to perform on her. Her cuffs kept her in place though and strong hands also kept pushing her down in the seat.

“I suggest you sit very still,” said the doctor, “Or else I don’t know where the needle will end up. It might even break inside your breast.” That scared Alisa even more and she froze in place.

“Please,” she begged them with tears in her eyes, “please, please, please, don’t do this to me!” This was by far the most horrible thing they had done to her so far.

The doctor put his left hand under her left breast, lifted the fleshy orb up a little and squeezed to make the nipple stick out.

“No, no, no,” cried Alisa as she saw him bringing the sharp needle closer. He jabbed the needle into her soft nipple, piercing the skin easily. She cried out and shivered as the stinging sensation was horrible.

“It’s not so bad,” said the doctor with a smile, “You hardly felt a thing, right?” He started to move the needle slightly up and down inside her nipple, causing the little knob to be pressed slightly inward and then back out again. Alisa gasped at the sharp pain but she also felt a strong tingling sensation inside her nipple and bit her lower lip when she felt her nipple getting erect.

“Nipple fucking,” said one of the men, “this is hot. I might be able to come a third time if you keep this going.” They laughed and some nodded.

“Alright, here it comes,” said the doctor while putting his thumb on the plunger. Alisa drew in her breath and froze when she saw the plunger slowly being pushed in. There was a cold sensation inside her breast. The semen had become cold while resting inside the syringe. She gasped as she saw the white fluid disappearing from the translucent syringe. She started to feel a tightness growing and a slow burning sensation.

“Ah, it hurts,” she gasped. The doctor nodded and said “that’s only natural.”

“Who’s ejaculate is this,” asked the business man.

“Yours,” said the doctor, causing the man to rub his hands, saying he was very pleased as this was the first time he came inside a woman’s breast.

Alisa panted when the doctor pulled the empty syringe out of her nipple and then used his fingers to squeeze the little button. She cringed and cried softly, complaining about how it started to hurt more.

“It’s burning,” she groaned, trembling all over, tears falling from her eyes.

“No leakage,” said the doctor satisfied, “her breast is keeping it in like a calf with mothers milk.” It was a weird comparison. He tossed the empty syringe on the table and picked up a second one.

“I don’t see much difference,” said the man in the business suit.

“Of course not, this is only the first 3 cc.”

“Did you inject it in her nipple or deeper into her breast as well?”

The doctor explained he was going to deliver each injection at different depths in her tits, to make sure the semen were spreading out. And while he talked he took the girl’s right breast in his hand, squeezing the flesh to push the nipple forward and then stabbed the second syringe in her nipple, that immediately started to harden. Alisa cried and whimpered when another 3 ml was injected in her right breast. Soon both breasts were aching with a slow burning sensation and she wept in despair as the third syringe was taken to be injected into her left breast again.

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“This is a lot more,” said the doctor. “Our dear general has delivered 10 ml for you to enjoy.”

They praised the military man and Alisa gasped as the needle got stabbed into her swollen nipple. The doctor repeated the nipple fucking with the needle, making it disappear into her nipple, pulling it back out and then all the way inside her breast again. Alisa cried and sobbed and trembled all over. Her nipples had become tight little knobs by now and she felt her vagina twitching in response to the stimulation. Tough her physical reaction was mostly based on fear, she did start to feel aroused, a sensation she considered almost as horrible as the breast injections with semen.

The doctor pushed the plunger inward, forcing a larger amount of cold semen to flow into the dense tissue of her breast. The girl gagged and retched as she watched the slimy liquid inside the syringe slowly being injected inside her breast and she felt the coldness spreading inside her and then a stronger burning sensation starting to rise.

“Gaaah, you’re killing me,” she wailed in despair.

“Almost there,” said the doctor after having emptied half the syringe. He sensed it was harder to counter the rising pressure inside her flesh and moved the needle up and down inside her nipple again, as if finding a new and possibly deeper spot to deliver the rest of it and when he felt less resistance, he started to push the rest of the plunger in, before delivering the last of the 10 ml of semen into her already aching breast. Alisa was wailing, tears streaming down her face, shaking like a leaf at this point.

The coldness spreading inside her breast actually felt nice with the strong burning sensation she had, but as soon as the semen were warming to her breast, the burning feeling only rose and got stronger, making her feel like her breast was on fire from the inside out.

“You are taking it well,” said the doctor, removing the empty syringe.
The general put his hand under her breast as if weighing her orb. “A very interesting experiment,” he said sternly.
 

Doragon

Governor

Chapter 7: Second day of torture, breast modification​

(Part 3 of 3)

The doctor picked up another syringe with almost equal amount as he said it was very important both breasts received the same amount of semen. Alisa cried when the needle was jabbed in her right nipple and the procedure was repeated.

“I hate you all,” she cried out in despair, suffering a fate beyond belief.

“Nah, you love it,” said the man in black, patting her on the shoulder. “Only yesterday we saw you cumming like crazy on the stage.” The others chuckled. “That was a great touch,” they complimented Mahdi. “Nothing like a woman cumming to her torture.”

“It was also great to use her friends like that.”

“Oh damn, we forgot about those. There’s more semen to get for her tits.”

To Alisa’s shame and misery they quickly sent for Charles and William to join them in the chamber. The two men were brought in and they looked even more beaten than the day before. Apparently they kept them busy during the night with some severe physical punishments. The two men were tied to chairs looking at Alisa and the doctor inserted rubber hoses into their urethra. They attached vibrators to their penises to make them erect and slowly force them to cum. In the meantime they were forced to watch as Alisa got the contents of one syringe after another injected into her breasts.

Since she suffered and cried a lot, they also placed a vibrator between her legs, pressing it against her slit to improve her arousal. Her cries and squirming soon weren’t only because of the painful injections anymore.

Her friends protested fiercely against what they were doing to Alisa, but they could do nothing. And soon after their tormentors grew tired of the protests, they gagged the two men.

“Keep it going boys,” said the man in back to the two men, “we need a lot more of your semen.” The men could only groan now.

At some point a little bit of semen started to leak out from Alisa’s nipples and the doctor came up with a new plan.

“I’ll inject her in different spots to spread it out further,” he said, “but semen will of course keep finding her milk ducts and leak out.”

“It’s almost as if she is lactating,” commented the general, “that will work well during the show on stage later.”

The doctor pinched her nipple and lifted her left breast up while stabbing the needle in the underside of her boob. Alisa cried out in pain and shuddered as more semen were pushed inside her already aching breast. She was also squirming because of the vibrator stuck between her legs, which kept her aroused despite the horrible torture. She knew they had drugged her to keep her aroused, but it was still incredibly humiliating to feel this arousal while being subjected to such horror.

When finally all the injections had been delivered and each breast had received 90 ml of semen, they measured her breasts to see how much she had gained in size.

“It’s not enough,” said the general, “but it’s amazing to see her breasts have indeed expanded a little. Besides, it’s really amazing she took so many cum shots. If she had drank that much she would be vomiting for sure.”

“Let’s see how the big boys have been doing.”

Charles and William were groaning and panting as they each had cum twice. Their penises were large, swollen and purple and they ached bad. The amount of semen they had produced was 18 ml each.

“Let’s have some fun,” said Mahdi and he told the doctor to put the semen into bigger syringes, with bigger needles. Each syringe was filled with 18 ml of semen, one from Charles and the other from William.

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” said Mahdi while squatting next to Alisa. “You are going to inject yourself this time, right in the nipple.” Alisa whimpered and shook her head.

“You are insane, I’ll never do that,” she replied angrily.

“Look at your friends,” said Mahdi cruelly. She looked and watch in horror as the two guards used pliers to pull a fingernail from the left hands of both Charles and William, causing them to scream and convulse in agony. Alisa was shocked about the cruelty and even more at how casual they did such a deed. Before a second fingernail could be removed from her friends, she cried out “Alright, I’ll do it.”

Charles and William gave muffled protests while Alisa’s hands were uncuffed and she was given the first syringe.

“This is Charles,” said Mahdi, “push him into your left breast and we’ll call that titty Charles from now on.”

“I hate you,” she said while fixing her eyes on the man with the red beard. She jabbed the needle in her breast without looking, trying to keep her face as straight as possibly, gritting her teeth in defiance. She had no idea how she found the courage. Maybe they had taken it too far and now she finally started to fight back. However, why did she inject herself if that was the case? Maybe she had reached the point where she simply didn’t care anymore.

“You want to see me do this?” she screamed, her voice sounding shrill and filled with anger.

She gritted her teeth and pulled the plunger inward, using the fingers from both hands. The needle inside her breasts was stinging her painfully, but she could handle that. The cold feeling of something being injected in her breasts was welcome as her flesh was burning hot at this point. But as she pushed down further, adding more of the horrible substance, she started shaking really bad. Tears flowed from her eyes, running down her cheeks. She still focused her gaze on Mahdi, trying to show him the extend of her hate for him. But slowly the pain burned away her resolve and she blinked and grunted softly, a sob rising in her throat while the last of the semen got pushed in.

When they handed her the second syringe with William’s semen, her hands were shaking so bad, she could not do it herself anymore. Her hands were held behind her back and the doctor quickly finished the work, adding the semen to her other breast.

“Well, she tried,” said the man in the black suit.

“And she did,” said the military man. “I wish my soldiers were this brave all the time.” He patted her on the shoulder and addressed her directly. “Keep some of that anger alive so you will last longer.” The others nodded as that was something they would all enjoy.
 

Doragon

Governor

Chapter 8: Second day of torture, hanging impalement (anal)​

(Part 1 of 4)

With a dozen cum shots in each breast, Alisa felt like her chest was constantly on fire. Moving was excruciatingly painful, even breathing was somewhat difficult. Her breasts were less swollen than they felt, but it was still noticeable. Her skin was inflamed, a redness spreading all over her chest. Her nipples were constantly swollen and stiff. She also felt feverish and to make sure she wasn’t going to succumb too soon, the doctor gave her a shot with medication to keep the fever down.

The entire procedure had taken more than an hour and the crowd outside was getting impatient. They gave Alisa some water to drink, having added more drugs to it to strengthen her, and they put her on her feet. Her long hair was tied in a ponytail to make sure all her body was clearly visible from all sides. Then they marched the naked woman outside. She held her arms wrapped around her chest, but her breasts were too sore to cover. The sun was warm and she was sweating.

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Alisa stumbled as she entered the square outside, the bright sun blinding her at first, the warmth instantly making her sweat. With every movement her heavy breasts swayed, increasing the burning sensation. They didn’t care about that and pushed her unceremoniously towards the stairs of the stage. She now noticed how the two poles from earlier had a crossbeam attached between them. There was a rope with a hook hanging down in the middle from a pulley, reaching to the side where a hand winch was fastened. Under the hook was a tapered pole fitted into the stage. It was tapered but had a blunt and rounded point. Alisa lost her footing and stumbled, so they had to catch her from falling. She whimpered and cried as they brought her to the gallows.

This was the second day of her public torture and punishment and she remembered all too well how painful the first day had been. And though she feared being crucified very much, she dreaded this day even more. Mostly because she could not imagine how being crucified would feel and how hard that would be.

The crowd jeered at her, shouting the word “whore” repeatedly and throwing pebbles at her again. Mahdi took the megaphone and told the people in Arabic to stop throwing pebbles. When someone in the crowd didn’t listen, he quickly got removed by a man who was carrying a rifle, clearly there to keep a better sense of order this day.

The camera man and his helper with the microphone boom were also there and they had started filming her as soon as her naked body approached the stage. They zoomed in on her breasts, crotch and legs, but also her face, trying to capture her expression of fear and bewilderment.

They put Alisa at the front of the stage. The wooden planks felt warm under her feet. She tried to stay up and managed to get a hold of herself. She had not been this close to the crowd before and she was scared while she blinked and glanced at the jeering faces. Especially the men looked terrifying to her. She felt small and very naked. But to her surprise she felt her vagina tingling. How could she sense arousal at this time? Was this the memory of two days before when they had made her come so much? Was it drug induced excitement? Or was there something about being naked in front of the crowd, with the prospect of being stuffed with big poles? She whimpered softly as she tried to push the blossoming excitement away. Fear was all that remained.

Mahdi broke her train of thoughts when he told her to jump up and down.

“Make them admire your new breasts,” he said while slapping her buttocks.

Alisa trembled and shook her head. But when he slapped her again, this time harder, she started to move up and down on the balls of her feet, which caused her breasts to painfully jiggle. He wanted more though and putting his hands under her arm pits, he started to force her to jump up and down. She whimpered and gasped loudly as her breasts started to flop about with searing pain in her chest. The crowd jeered louder. Alisa wept as it hurt. Mahdi let go of her and told her to keep going, instructing her to jump with legs closed, then legs wide and then legs closed again.

“Nothing like some morning gymnastics to get the blood flowing,” he said while clapping in his hands to give her a rhythm to move to. She performed while weeping.

Alisa was out of breath and her breasts were aching bad by the time she was done. She got moved to the back of the pole, facing the crowd from behind the dreadful object. It was a full head taller than she was, the size of a grown man. She was shaking as she glanced up at the pole and her knees buckled. The tapered tip was 2 cm wide and then slowly sloped down to three times that size. That was monstrously large in her eyes. The idea of having to sit on that, made her feel nauseous and she leaned against the pole or else she might fall down on the stage.

Her arms were tied behind her back. They made her reach for each elbow, so her lower arms were tied horizontally behind her lower back, causing her chest to stick out to the front. Next they tied a leather collar around her neck and she gasped when they pulled it tight. It was hard to breath and she coughed a few times while the clasps were closed. She had seen how the collar was made of sturdy leather, but the inside was soft, as if they were trying to keep her neck from getting damaged. There were rings attached to the front, the back and at the sides of the collar.

She looked at the crowd again and felt a bit hazy in her head. Breathing was hard. She shuddered as she felt her body getting excited and she’d want to scream out, why did her body betray her at a moment like this?! Tears streamed down her face while she leaned against the pole, panting and trying to get more air through her constricted neck.

Her ankles got fastened with ropes which they pulled through big heavy rings that were attached to the poles of the gallows at the sides of her. They pulled the ropes tight and she felt how her ankles got pulled sideways and she had to shuffle to keep her balance. Her legs got spread wide and she was unable to close them. She whimpered softly and blinked tears from her eyes.

As she stood there, waiting in the burning sun of the late morning, her two friends were also brought out to the stage. They were once more tied to the posts at the sides of the stage, facing her. They were naked, covered in welts from serious whipping and they looked tired. She felt sorry for them but she guessed that was exactly how her tormentors wanted her to feel.

The camera man circled around her and filmed her face while she looked around. At some point she stared into the camera, as if looking directly at the people who would watch this. She had no idea if that would be soon or much later, after she was dead.
 

Doragon

Governor

Chapter 8: Second day of torture, hanging impalement (anal)​

(Part 2 of 4)

She jumped as she heard the alarming sound of the winch being turned, a rattling sound that gave her the chills. The hook on the rope was slowly lowering. She started to shake and it was hard to keep standing.

“Please,” she whimpered in despair, looking up at the lowering hook, but her vision was swimming from dizziness and tears in her eyes made everything blurry. She closed her eyes while the hook was grabbed and moved behind her. A hand pushed her head forward against the pole and she felt the hook being attached to the ring at the back of her collar. She retched as she heard the rattle of the winch resume, but it sounded different now as it was reversed. The crowd cheered when the rope got pulled tight. Alisa felt the collar around her neck tightening further, making breathing even harder. She gave a muffled cry, tears streaming down her face. Both Charles and William were protesting loudly and struck with sticks for that.

The collar had been ingeniously built, granting support to her neck, keeping the blood flow to her head going and also allowing her to breath, though with great difficulty. She gasped as she felt the collar being pulled upward and she went on her toes, while the crowd kept on cheering. She heard Charles and William crying out, demanding justice and begging for mercy for her. The camera man was close to her, filming her frightened facial expression, recording her grunts and cries with the microphone just above her. The clicking sound of the winch kept going as one of the assistants kept turning the handle, winding the rope onto the drum. Slowly Alisa got pulled higher and she felt her toes losing touch with the ground. She gagged and gave a muffle grunt as she choked and almost suffocated. Her neck and shoulders hurt as she got lifted up in the air by her neck. The naked woman was lifted higher still, her whole body trembling. The tip of the pole was now right in front of her face and she choked in misery as she realized they were going to impale her on that cruel tip. Her eyes bulged as she coughed and retched at the same time.

They tightened the ropes to her ankles, pulling her legs wider. She tried to pull her knees up, involuntarily kicking with her feet, but the ropes held her legs mostly straight and spread to the sides. At the same time her chest was dragging upward against the pole and she sensed how the tip was moving lower, reaching between her breasts and then even lower against her stomach. At this higher point, the stage spread out under her, the crowd a colourful mass of people in front of her. She was too dizzy to recognize any of the faces or understand what was being said to her. Everything turned to a blur. The crowd was shouting, cheering, jeering at her, a moving mass of people looking up at her, staring between her spread legs at her genital area, which was obscenely visible for all.

Her pubic mound slipped along the pole and as she was jerking her hips and trembling with her legs, she eventually slipped over the top of the hard wood. She felt the rounded tip scrape along her vulva for a second, before she was dangling above it. Again she kicked and grunted, tears streaming from her face while her face grew blue from lack of air.

They pushed her hips a little forward. She realized her crotch was only a little over their heads and to some even at eye height. Charles would have been big enough to maybe even kiss her down there and with some effort she tried to turn her head to see him. At that time the clicking sound stopped. She saw how Charles had a shocked expression on his face. He was gagged to stop his protests. She thanked the angels that he didn’t have an erection this time.

The clicking sounds resumed, but it sounded different and Alisa gasped as she felt herself being lowered. The world was by now spinning around her and she watched the cheering crowd as through a haze. The lack of air was really getting to her and by now her neck and shoulders were on fire. Suddenly she felt something poke against her buttocks and as fingers spread her buns, she felt the hard tip of the pole pushing against her anus. They were not pushing it into her vagina but in her anus, she thought as panic gripped her. Though at some level she was also relieved as she had dreaded the idea of having to sit on this pole with her vagina. But as soon as it started to open her anus, her body weight merciless pressing down on the unforgiving wood, she regretted that thought as this was very painful. She gave a muffled cry, sounding more like a grunt, while her anus got wedged open wider and wider and the pole started to enter her rectum. She choked for lack of air and tears streamed down her face as her body convulsed while being impaled on the pole. This was so horrible, she almost lost control of her body and she started kicking with her feet, only to notice how the ropes were pulled tighter still, spreading her legs even wider. She tried to scream but for lack of air she could not. She started to urinate out of fear, pain and misery. The urine splattered from high onto the stage and the people in the front of the crowd pulled back a little to avoid getting splattered on.

The pole reached a width her anus could not encompass at this point and her descent was halted as she sat down on the pole. Her legs were pulled tighter with the ropes, spreading her even further open, so the whole crowd could see her sitting on the pole in her anus, with her pussy wide open for all to see. As the rope she was hanging from gave a little bit of slack, she felt her breathing going a little easier and she gasped while drawing in air to her burning lungs. Her anus was on fire from sitting on the hard wood. Her body was tensed up, trying hard to keep balance on top of the pole, the rope and hook attached to the collar around her neck keeping her upright.

“The infidel is seated on her throne,” spoke Mahdi through his megaphone, again both in Arabic and in English. The crowd was cheering in response. He stood next to her, his eyes at the level of her buttocks and he felt with his fingers how her sphincter was tightly spread around the tapered tip of the pole. He patted her on her buttocks, sending tremors through her body.

“I’m sure you can take in a lot more,” he said to her while looking up at her panicked face.
 

Tormentor

Magistrate

Chapter 8: Second day of torture, hanging impalement (anal)​

(Part 2 of 4)

She jumped as she heard the alarming sound of the winch being turned, a rattling sound that gave her the chills. The hook on the rope was slowly lowering. She started to shake and it was hard to keep standing.

“Please,” she whimpered in despair, looking up at the lowering hook, but her vision was swimming from dizziness and tears in her eyes made everything blurry. She closed her eyes while the hook was grabbed and moved behind her. A hand pushed her head forward against the pole and she felt the hook being attached to the ring at the back of her collar. She retched as she heard the rattle of the winch resume, but it sounded different now as it was reversed. The crowd cheered when the rope got pulled tight. Alisa felt the collar around her neck tightening further, making breathing even harder. She gave a muffled cry, tears streaming down her face. Both Charles and William were protesting loudly and struck with sticks for that.

The collar had been ingeniously built, granting support to her neck, keeping the blood flow to her head going and also allowing her to breath, though with great difficulty. She gasped as she felt the collar being pulled upward and she went on her toes, while the crowd kept on cheering. She heard Charles and William crying out, demanding justice and begging for mercy for her. The camera man was close to her, filming her frightened facial expression, recording her grunts and cries with the microphone just above her. The clicking sound of the winch kept going as one of the assistants kept turning the handle, winding the rope onto the drum. Slowly Alisa got pulled higher and she felt her toes losing touch with the ground. She gagged and gave a muffle grunt as she choked and almost suffocated. Her neck and shoulders hurt as she got lifted up in the air by her neck. The naked woman was lifted higher still, her whole body trembling. The tip of the pole was now right in front of her face and she choked in misery as she realized they were going to impale her on that cruel tip. Her eyes bulged as she coughed and retched at the same time.

They tightened the ropes to her ankles, pulling her legs wider. She tried to pull her knees up, involuntarily kicking with her feet, but the ropes held her legs mostly straight and spread to the sides. At the same time her chest was dragging upward against the pole and she sensed how the tip was moving lower, reaching between her breasts and then even lower against her stomach. At this higher point, the stage spread out under her, the crowd a colourful mass of people in front of her. She was too dizzy to recognize any of the faces or understand what was being said to her. Everything turned to a blur. The crowd was shouting, cheering, jeering at her, a moving mass of people looking up at her, staring between her spread legs at her genital area, which was obscenely visible for all.

Her pubic mound slipped along the pole and as she was jerking her hips and trembling with her legs, she eventually slipped over the top of the hard wood. She felt the rounded tip scrape along her vulva for a second, before she was dangling above it. Again she kicked and grunted, tears streaming from her face while her face grew blue from lack of air.

They pushed her hips a little forward. She realized her crotch was only a little over their heads and to some even at eye height. Charles would have been big enough to maybe even kiss her down there and with some effort she tried to turn her head to see him. At that time the clicking sound stopped. She saw how Charles had a shocked expression on his face. He was gagged to stop his protests. She thanked the angels that he didn’t have an erection this time.

The clicking sounds resumed, but it sounded different and Alisa gasped as she felt herself being lowered. The world was by now spinning around her and she watched the cheering crowd as through a haze. The lack of air was really getting to her and by now her neck and shoulders were on fire. Suddenly she felt something poke against her buttocks and as fingers spread her buns, she felt the hard tip of the pole pushing against her anus. They were not pushing it into her vagina but in her anus, she thought as panic gripped her. Though at some level she was also relieved as she had dreaded the idea of having to sit on this pole with her vagina. But as soon as it started to open her anus, her body weight merciless pressing down on the unforgiving wood, she regretted that thought as this was very painful. She gave a muffled cry, sounding more like a grunt, while her anus got wedged open wider and wider and the pole started to enter her rectum. She choked for lack of air and tears streamed down her face as her body convulsed while being impaled on the pole. This was so horrible, she almost lost control of her body and she started kicking with her feet, only to notice how the ropes were pulled tighter still, spreading her legs even wider. She tried to scream but for lack of air she could not. She started to urinate out of fear, pain and misery. The urine splattered from high onto the stage and the people in the front of the crowd pulled back a little to avoid getting splattered on.

The pole reached a width her anus could not encompass at this point and her descent was halted as she sat down on the pole. Her legs were pulled tighter with the ropes, spreading her even further open, so the whole crowd could see her sitting on the pole in her anus, with her pussy wide open for all to see. As the rope she was hanging from gave a little bit of slack, she felt her breathing going a little easier and she gasped while drawing in air to her burning lungs. Her anus was on fire from sitting on the hard wood. Her body was tensed up, trying hard to keep balance on top of the pole, the rope and hook attached to the collar around her neck keeping her upright.

“The infidel is seated on her throne,” spoke Mahdi through his megaphone, again both in Arabic and in English. The crowd was cheering in response. He stood next to her, his eyes at the level of her buttocks and he felt with his fingers how her sphincter was tightly spread around the tapered tip of the pole. He patted her on her buttocks, sending tremors through her body.

“I’m sure you can take in a lot more,” he said to her while looking up at her panicked face.
Another great instalment, Doragon. An enjoyable saga.
 

Doragon

Governor

Chapter 8: Second day of torture, hanging impalement (anal)​

(Part 3 of 4)

“Let’s make her a little more comfortable,” he said to the crowd using his megaphone. Alisa closed her eyes, knowing that was only an indication to make things even worse. How much worse it was going to be, she didn’t know just yet. It was beyond what she could imagine.

Mahdi showed the audience a metal egg. Alisa gasped as it was clearly 3 cm wide and she had an idea where it was going. She also noticed the chain hanging from the egg, something that worried her as she had no idea what that was for. The man had to use two thumbs to push it into her vagina, spreading the entrance wide open. Alisa wailed as she felt her front being spread so wide. Once inside, it fitted snuggly behind the entrance of her vagina, which closed and held the egg inside her. It wasn’t as painful as when it entered. But then Mahdi uncovered her clitoris from its hood with his fingers and attached the chain to it with a clip. Alisa cried out when sharp teeth of a little clip bit down in the sensitive button of her pleasure centre. She tried to look down, but couldn’t move her head much because of the collar and the upward pull. She noticed though how every movement of her made the chain sway a little, causing little tugs on her aching clitoris.

Mahdi showed her the controller for the egg and when he turned the dial she immediately felt the tingling sensation of electricity flowing from her vagina to her clitoris and back again. She cried oud and involuntarily jerked her hips, only to discover how that made her anus sink deeper over the pole and pull the rope to her collar tighter. She gagged, gasping for air again while her anus felt like it was tearing. The executioner saw that she was choking and gave the rope a little bit more slack, with two clicks of the winch, so more of her weight was back on the pole now. She drew air back in her lungs, panting and trying to get herself together. But she felt panic about the egg in her vagina and tried to push it out. Then she felt the tingling increasing and suddenly also lust rising in her vagina and lower body. She realized they were not going to torture her by burning her vagina with electricity, no they wanted her to orgasm while being in this predicament. Which was even worse. With a desperate cry she again pushed and tried to dislodge the egg from her vagina, but by pressing down like that, she also pushed her anus down on the pole, spreading her sphincter a little further and again she sank a little bit lower, causing her to suffocate once more.

With her arms tied behind her back and her legs held wide by the ropes, there was nothing to hold on to and though part of her weight was always carried by the rope pulling at her neck, most of it rested on the pole sticking in her anus. Alisa twitched and jerked again, trying to breath, but it was in vain until they gave her some more slack. Which she dreaded equally as it would put more force on the pole inside her anus.

Alisa decided to hold as still as possible now. She was glad the pole was not lubricated so the friction kept her from sinking lower. But still it was an agonizingly painful experience to be balancing on the terrible wooden fence pole.

The camera man came closer and filmed her from below, taking close up shots of her twitching vagina and widely spread anus resting on the pole. He also took clear shots of her quivering breasts and her face which showed agony and despair.

“I think our little whore is simply too light,” teased Mahdi after some time in which nothing happened. Several people in the crowd shouted at him and someone called out in English to pull her down. Mahdi pointed at the voice and said “Let’s make this little angel a little bit heavier.”

He held a little weight in his hand and showed it to Alisa. It was the kind of weight used on tablecloth to keep it draped nicely over a table. She didn’t see where he put it then, but suddenly gasped as she felt a painful pull at her clitoris. He had hung the weight from the chain. She gasped as he showed another and added that to the chain as well. Her clitoris started to really ache, while electricity was also still tingling through the little knob.

The camera man stepped closer, filming the weights and also a close up shot of her clitoris being pulled down by the chain. Then he aimed his lens at her face from below and walked back a little for an overview.

The egg suddenly started humming, making her tremble in response to the sudden rise of excitement in her vagina and clitoris. Alisa felt desperate. She had no way to stop any of this. Completely at the mercy of her tortures, pinned down on a pole while being hung in front of a shouting and jeering crowd, while slowly being masturbated. She noticed in despair how she was getting closer to an orgasm. She desperately tried to fight it off, but the egg simply increased in strength, humming harder and making her lower muscles tingle even more.

It didn’t take too long before she actually had an orgasm, causing her body to convulse. The juices were spraying from her vagina, despite the egg stuffed in there, so nobody could doubt she was really having an orgasm. And as she was spasming, jerking with her hips and legs, they released the rope to her collar some more, making her body push down even harder on the pole. Her anus got stretched wider and the pole drove deeper into her rectum. Alisa cried out, but then choked as the rope strangled her again. Her legs were jerking and kicking, her whole body caught in a spasm. The audience loved how she was suffering.

Mahdi watched until things cooled down a little and when she finally had regained her balance, he started to add more weights to the chain pulling at her clitoris, causing Alisa to weep in pain. He added more electrical flow to her lower body to make her muscles contract and spasm. He smiled contently as she sank a little bit further over the pole. Her anus was by now stretched really wide and the pole started to push so deep in her rectum it reached the first bend in her colon. They had marked the spot on the wood and seeing how deep she went, they watched her closely, ready to stop her if she sank any lower. Which she did, despite her attempts to carry her weight by squeezing her anus against the hard wood.

They quickly caught her descent, putting their hands on her hips and lifted her slightly, after which they tilted her hips a little, before letting her sink down again. Alisa cried out as she felt the pole slide back into her. The tip of the pole now slipped perfectly into the angle of her colon and poked past the bend into the next part of her intestines. The rope pulled hard on her collar, making her choke and gasp for air while it held her in place. But some more slack and again she sank down a little before getting stuck on the pole.
 

StarbuckSlut

Magistrate

Chapter 3: First Day, morning​

(part 3)

To make matters worse Mahdi took position behind her naked body and reached around her, placing one hand on a breast and the other on her pubic mound. He rubbed his hands over her naked skin. His hands felt cold, and she felt him smearing something on her. With a whimper she looked down and saw how he was putting lubricant or oil on her breasts and vulva. His fingers were slipping around and over her sex and then slipping between her lips, rubbing her clitoris and the tight opening to her vagina. She cringed and wriggled her body, desperately trying to evade the probing fingers. Her breasts were both oiled by his other hand and he also pinched her nipples, causing them to become even more erect. With a whimper she squirmed, involuntarily rubbing her naked buttocks against Mahdi and sensing how he was pressing himself against her, a clear erection in his trousers. Was he going to publicly rape her? She quickly glanced at Charles and held her breath when she saw how he had a clear and present erection as well, though he was blushing in shame and tried not to look at her naked body. Turning her head the other way, she noticed William was in a similar state. Had they given the men Viagra or something? Or was this scene arousing them? They had never seen her naked before. Maybe they were simply aroused by her features.

Alisa groaned as her hips got pushed forward by Mahdi, while he used both hands to pull her vulva wide open so everybody could see her slit fully revealed with her hips obscenely tilted forward.
“Please,” she groaned while blushing in shame. The crowd jeered loudly at her and a word was repeated again and again: eahira! She also heard some people shouting ‘whore!’
Mahdi spoke with his mouth close to her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
“Show them what a whore you are,” he whispered softly. She winced and suddenly snapped at him. “Let go of me, bastard,” she hissed. He chuckled and his fingers moved to hold her slit wide open while rubbing around and over her clitoris. Alisa gasped and groaned as she felt a sudden lust in her body. She held her breath in surprise and squirmed. She regretted snapping at him and tried begging instead, pleading softly “Pl…please….don’t do that.”
Tears were welling up in her eyes when he didn’t stop at all. He even increased his efforts and she whimpered when she felt her vagina responding to the stimulation. The pills they gave her had brought her into such a responsive state, she was certain of it, because normally she was never so easily aroused. Besides, she could not imagine getting aroused in public like this, if not caused by chemical means. Fuck all that, this isn’t happening!
Mahdi felt how she tried to resist and he kept masturbating her by fingering her clit, dipping his fingers in her vagina and even rub around her urethra. Alisa felt her knees buckle and she squirmed against her will. She wanted to escape the fingers and yet she sometimes moved her pelvis to meet them. Her groaning got louder as the arousal got higher and higher. Again she begged him to stop. He continued without mercy.

A groan was heard to her left and with red blushes on her cheeks she glanced sideways at Charles and gasped when she saw how one of the young assistants of the executioner was milking him. His erection was jerked by his strong hand glistening with lubricant, the fingers moving over and around the shining glans. Alisa was weirdly fascinated by the sight of a man being professionally jerked off by another man and she felt her own lust surge at the sight. She quickly looked the other way, only to notice how William was also being masturbated by the other assistant. Both Charles and William were staring at her, focusing on her squirming naked body that was being fondled and masturbated by Mahdi the judge. Anything to escape the fact they were being jerked off by men. Or maybe it was really arousing them.

Neither of them would ever have considered it possible to be forcibly masturbated in public and achieve an orgasm, but they reached their peak almost at the same time. Alisa visibly trembled and froze. Her arms tightened against the ropes that held her in place. Her body went through the inner contractions of her orgasm. Her vagina was splayed open by her tormentor to allow her juices to spray forward. Then she jerked with her body, as if being shocked, and finally she gasped, breathing heavily while the orgasm slowly ebbed away. The camera caught it all and the microphone held above her also caught her gasps.
Both Charles and William also had orgasms. They didn’t make much sound and were enduring it with gritted teeth and clenched fists. The young men jerking them off held plastic cups over their erupting cocks, catching the semen. The camera filmed that too.

Moments later all three of them were left standing, panting, trembling, blushing bright red for the shameful situation they had been put in. It had been utterly humiliating, and it was far from over. The two assistants came over to Alisa. She watched them holding up the cups to her and she desperately shook her head. Mahdi stepped up behind her and grabbed her chin with one hand while her closed her nostrils with the other. As she opened her mouth for a gasp of air, the men poured the semen of Charles and William into her mouth. Alisa wailed and cried out in utter shame and disgust. Mahdi held a hand over her mouth and told her to swallow. She winced as the bitter salty liquid slid down her throat and she convulsed with disgust, causing her body to writhe. Of course the crowd interpreted her convulsions as another orgasm and they started throwing rotten fruit at her and at the two men. They also threw pebbles at them, which really hurt where they hit and both Alisa, Charles and William were grunting and crying out in humiliation and pain.
This is an amazing tale !!!! Thank you Doragon
 

Doragon

Governor
This is an amazing tale !!!! Thank you Doragon
Glad you like it. Sadly I'm not a native speaker and my English often lacks proper grammar and richness in vocabulary, but I hope my imagination comes across sufficently.
 

Doragon

Governor
Your English is better than that of a lot of English speakers I know. You're doing a great job, Doragon
Thank you for the compliment. I still feel inadequate though and work hard to get better at it. ;)
 

Doragon

Governor

Chapter 8: Second day of torture, hanging impalement (anal)​

(Part 4 of 4)

Alisa remained stuck for quite a while. Mahdi tried to bring her to another orgasm, but she couldn’t reach it. She was too tired, aching too much and everything was simply too horrible at this point. Her mind was off into space. The crowd however wanted to see more and so did Mahdi. He decided to change tactics. The egg had done its work and Mahdi used the chain to pull it from her vagina after unhooking the clamp from her aching clitoris, which had swollen quite a bit from being pulled hard by the weights added to the chain. Next they started to lift Alisa up by her neck. She was jerking under the strain and gasping for air while they slowly lifted her ass all the way up from the post. The tapered tip that had reached into her bowels, had a dark colour from her faeces, bodily fluids and a little bit of blood. They poured oil over the pole and smeared it all over the top and tapered end, not so much to clean it as to make it a lot more slippery. Alisa was still gasping for air and hardly knew what they had been doing, but when they lowered her again and placed her anus once more on the pole, she immediately noticed the difference. The oil had made the pole slippery and now it slid very easy into her aching anus, quickly reaching the point where she was spread wider open. To negate the first bend in her colon , they once more tilted her pelvis a little and then lowered her further. Alisa gasped when she could feel much clearer on this descent that the hard wood pole went incredibly deep into her abdomen. Her anus was now no longer able to carry her weight on friction alone and was forced wider open, though that ached really bad. Alisa felt herself lowering to an excruciating depth and width. But finally she was caught again and though wailing and weeping and shaking all over, she was glad to be caught and sitting on the pole again. Mahdi saw she was resting on the last part of the tapered top. If she went any lower, it meant that her anus was forced as much as 6 cm wide and not much could then stop her descent. Which was exactly what Mahdi wanted.

To achieve this level of penetration, they decided to raise and lower her a few times, but despite the fact that the audience loved seeing her being tortured like that, going up by her neck choking and then down over the pole again, it didn’t lower her past the critical point. Alisa struggled desperately to keep breathing each time she was raised up by her neck and then struggled again when she was lowered on top of the merciless wooden pole.

Mahdi came up with a solution. He untied the ropes from her ankles and told the two assistants of the executioner to take her feet, pull her legs wider and then start walking around in a circle around the pole, dragging Alisa with them so she was turning on the pole in her ass. The crowd went wild seeing that spectacle. Alisa screamed in utter agony as she felt her anus rotating on the massive pole. And turning around also made her more dizzy and nauseous.

Upon the second revolution, Alisa’s sphincter finally gave in to the width of the intruder and she started to sink lower on the pole again. At this point she also reached the second bend in her colon so once more she was tilted by her pelvis, until the wooden tip slipped past the bend and invaded a new part of her bowels. Alisa retched and convulsed as she felt the huge pole now quickly filling her belly. She was visibly swollen from the added contents of her abdomen, but it felt so much worse. She cried and screamed in fear and agony. Since the rope to her collar was kept slack, she kept sinking down as nothing was stopping her except the friction of sliding down over the pole. Which was minimal because of the lubricant. When they finally held the rope on her neck tight again, the pole reached all the way up inside her stomach and this was the deepest end they could go without tearing her bowels. Her weight was at this point half on the pole, being carried her by friction and tightness alone, while the rest was hanging from the ropes attached to the collar around her neck, making it very hard to breath. Her body was pierced with absolute agony from top to bottom.

For some time they kept her pinned on the pole, filming her with the camera, but also the crowd was taking pictures, some even tried to get on stage to take close up shots, though they were quickly kicked off the stage again by the guards.

When Alisa started to slip in and out of consciousness, because of the lack of air mostly and the pain was also finally overwhelming her, they chose to end this. They raised her up by her neck, completely lifting her off the pole. Then they put her down on the ground where she collapsed, too tired and sore to respond to anything. She breathed heavily and her body was shaking, unaware that they measured the pole and concluded that she had survived an anal penetration of 30 cm.
 

StarbuckSlut

Magistrate
Glad you like it. Sadly I'm not a native speaker and my English often lacks proper grammar and richness in vocabulary, but I hope my imagination comes across sufficently.
Its fantastic and amazing i can only imagine how well you would write in your native language. I have only one suggestion. You say the vaginanl pear and pole are 3cm and 6 cm in diameter/width that is actually quite a snall measurement. Perhaps you mean inches... ;)
Loving The story thank you for sharing your talent!!!

Mwah!!!!
 

Doragon

Governor
Its fantastic and amazing i can only imagine how well you would write in your native language. I have only one suggestion. You say the vaginanl pear and pole are 3cm and 6 cm in diameter/width that is actually quite a snall measurement. Perhaps you mean inches... ;)
Loving The story thank you for sharing your talent!!!

Mwah!!!!
Interesting feedback. And thanks for the compliments.

I am talking about cm and looked up the average penis width on the web to get my ideas about measurements. Apparently the average circumference of a penis is 11,66 cm, which calculates to a diameter of 3,7 cm. But a penis is flexible where wood is not. If in this story the pole would be a lot bigger, Alisa might not live through the ordeal, which would be a shame as the crucifixion is also still planned. If there are better suggestions about the measurementes required to make this horrific yet not lethal, by all means, I'll gladly adjust the story. :)
 

Doragon

Governor

Chapter 9: Second day of torture, hanging impalement (vaginal)​

(part 1 of 6)

Alisa was cleaned and they gave her something to drink. They also gave her pills to stimulate her and awaken her dulled and fatigued body and mind. They didn’t give her anything to eat, sensing it would not sit well with the audience if she vomited. Half an hour later she was wide awake again and fully aware of her injuries and aching belly. She had not been bleeding much, which meant there were no dangerous punctures. But it still hurt bad. Her bowels had really endured an impossible thing. She knew however that her troubles were far from over.

The pole was removed and Alisa was placed on hands and knees under the gallows, a position she found hard to keep as her legs and arms were trembling so much. While she was held down in this position, the doctor approached from behind and opened her vagina with a speculum, after which he removed the balloon that was still stuck inside her cervix. Pulling it out felt very weird. It wasn’t painful as such, it just felt… empty when it was out. Alisa shivered. The speculum was then removed and after a pat on her butt the doctor left.

The two assistants knelt down beside her and coiled a rope around each of her hanging breasts. She gasped and tried to raise herself, fearing this more than anything so far. But Mahdi made sure she was kept in place by showing her a cattle prod and asking her if she loved to feel that inside her ass. She was too scared to tempt him and stayed in place while the assistants tied the ropes tightly around her two breasts, making them bulge grotesquely. She gasped as it hurt quite a bit. As they put her on her feet again, her breasts stuck out from her torso like two swollen red balloons. The crowd seemed to think this was very obscene, because they were jeering at her again that she was a whore. She tried to ignore it, getting used to the constant jeering and shouting. Her hands were cuffed behind her back and she was positioned under the hook which was lowered to just above her head. Alisa trembled when she saw them raising the loops of the ropes that were tied around her breasts and as she looked up she saw them being attached to the hook. The winch started to rattle and slowly the rope got pulled tight, tugging her breasts upward. It was a gentle pull at first, but Alisa burst into tears as she knew what was coming next.

“This is only a test to see if we can indeed hang the whore by her tits,” explained Mahdi to the crowd. The people in the crowd clearly were very interested in this because many of them came closer, right up to the front of the stage, where a few armed men were posted to make sure nobody got on stage.

“She sure has big tits, but are they strong enough to carry her weight,” Mahdi said while looking Alisa in the eyes. He then gestured at the executioner to commence.

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Alisa cried out when the clicking sound of the winch started and she felt the rope pulling at her breasts. This resulted in both tightening the ropes around her breasts but also pulling them upward in a most painful manner. Alisa first stretched herself by straightening her back and legs, but soon that was not enough and she had to raise herself up on her toes. The crowd cheered as she got pulled even higher and she had to struggle to keep her balance, stepping from one foot to the other, barely able to keep her toes on the wooden boards of the stage. She cried out and begged them to stop, her breasts aching so bad, she feared they might be torn off, but the clicking sound went on without mercy. With a scream she felt her chest pulled higher and her back bending and then her toes left the floor, all her weight now hanging from her breasts, which felt like they were tearing. She screamed in utter agony.

The winch stopped raising her further. Mahdi stepped up to her dangling body and patted her on her tightly swollen breasts.

“Please,” she gasped, finding it hard to breath and even harder to cope with the terrible pain in her chest, “Let me down, I beg you…”

“It looks like our little angel is lactating,” said Mahdi to the crowd and he showed them a finger of white liquid he had scooped from her nipple. The camera zoomed in on one of her nipples and filmed that there was indeed droplets emerging from her nipple. Alisa knew what it was and was glad it came out, but still it was humiliating.

“Spread your legs,” said Mahdi cruelly while he slapped her on the hip.

“What?”

“Do it,” he said, tapping with his hand on her thigh.

With great effort she started to lift her legs sideways, spreading her thighs, groaning as this was difficult to do. Her body trembled with the effort.

Mahdi nodded and said “Now lift your knees forward.”

Again she complied, with difficulty and grunting and panting while she tried to perform the in itself easy task under such difficult circumstances.

“And now kneel in mid-air,” he said, giving her a third difficult task. Again she complied but was by now crying out and shaking all over.

“Looks like her breasts are holding out pretty well,” he said and he signalled the executioner to let her down. As soon as the clicking sounds resumed, this time lowering her, Alisa was already reaching for the floor with her toes. It took forever in her mind to finally reach it and with a sigh of relief she took some weight off her aching breasts. But as she was lowered even further, she found it hard to find her balance and stay upright. When the ropes finally fell slack, she stood there swaying and panting, shaking all over, her breasts aching badly, but very glad she was down on the ground again.

After releasing the ropes from the hook, they sat her down on the floor and uncuffed her hands. Her breasts remained tied with the ropes, now dangling down her body unto the floor beside her. She carefully inspected her breasts to check if the pain she was feeling was not caused by tearing inside or outside. She winced as she saw white droplets forming on her nipples, knowing it was semen that was forced out by the pressure. Only a few droplets came out, the rest appeared to be stuck inside her flesh. She whimpered and closed her eyes while wrapping her arms around herself, feeling so miserable.

Charles and William were also released from their posts for a break and brought over to her. When Charles was pushed in front of her, the assistant fondled his still erect penis and indicated to Alisa that she should suck him. She shook her head and closed her eyes. Why were they forcing this on them? Wasn’t it humiliating enough already?

Charles stepped forward to her and said with a hoarse voice “Please, if you don’t do this, they’ll only be more cruel next time.” She sighed as she knew he was right. So she got up on her knees and took his penis in her mouth to start sucking on it. He wasn’t fully erect and didn’t respond much to her warm mouth. He tasted like urine, sweat and even blood and she winced at the smell. But he was a friend, so she did her best for him. The public however loudly jeered at them, mostly at her, calling her a dirty whore again.

Charles didn’t get fully erect, no matter what she tried, but after some time he did reach an orgasm, spraying a small amount of semen into her throat. While she swallowed it, he thanked her and sat down on the stage too, letting his head hang in misery. Then it was William’s turn and she also had to suck him off in full view of the public. She did so, with the same result. Both men had clearly spent their semen as they had only given her a slight amount to swallow. It still was disgusting though and she felt a shiver running down her spine when she was done. But at least it had taken her throughs off her sore breasts for a bit.
 

Doragon

Governor

Chapter 9: Second day of torture, hanging impalement (vaginal)

(Part 2 of 6)

The three condemned sat together, sipping from bottles of water. The assistants were helping Mahdi and the executioner to fix something under the gallows. Charles noticed how nobody paid them much attention and suddenly he knelt in front of Alisa, taking her face in his hands. He looked into her eyes and whispered “How can you endure this?”

She shook a little, feeling a bit startled with the sudden attention and shook her head.

“I can’t,” she whispered back, “I can’t take anymore.”

“I can end this for you,” he said while moving his hands to her neck. “Let me end this for you, here and now.”

Alisa shivered and blinked when he closed his hands around her neck and started to strangle her. She gave a muffled cry and suddenly she panicked, kicking her legs out while William threw himself on top of her to keep her still.

“Shhh, don’t fight it. Let us end this torture for you,” said Charles softly, squeezing his hands even tighter around her neck. William held her kicking legs in a tight grip, but Alisa began trashing and struggling to get air and free herself. She didn’t want to die! She couldn’t breathe! She struggled in vain and despite her despair, she felt her vagina twitching like mad, as if she was gasping for air down there as well.

Suddenly the hands were pulled away and both Charles and William were dragged away from her, while whips were used on their bodies and the executioner was cursing at them and kicking them in the balls. Mahdi knelt with Alisa and checked her out while she gasped for air, breathing heavily, the whole scene for her reduced to a swirling haze. To her amazement she felt very excited. And she felt horrified at the same time. But as she got her breathing back in check, she got a grasp of the situation again and seeing how her two friends were molested in a most brutal manner, she cried out hoarsely to spare them.

“It was nothing,” she cried out, “stop hitting them.”

Only moments ago her two friends had tried to kill her and now she was saving them. But she knew they had tried to spare her further torture and she was also trying to help them now. Though in the back of her mind she wondered if it had not been better if she had died just now.

They left the two men beaten on the floor and resumed fixing whatever they were fixing and when Alisa looked again, she groaned inwardly. A large fat pole was placed under the hook with a top that looked like it was taken from some antique bedpost. She closed her eyes, trying not to think about what was going to happen next, but she knew it was going to be hell. A deeper kind of hell. If only she had not resisted Charles when he had tried to strangle her just moments ago!

All three of them were brought over to the post and the men looked puzzled at the pole. They had once again been reduced to obedient convicts after having been beaten and nobody was thinking about strangling anyone right now.

“It’s for my… vagina,” said Alisa with a hoarse voice, visibly shaking. The two men gasped in disbelief.

This pole was a lot shorter than the previous one. By the looks of it the post reached up to her middle, approximately 95 cm high. That was way too high for her of course, but at least this one wouldn’t make her scared of heights. She shook her head with tears in her eyes. The top of the pole was worked over and shaped like a finial of a bedpost. There was a large acorn shape on top and then a thick bead underneath. The rest of the pole was tapered and at the height of her hips it was widest, even wider than the previous pole had been. Far too wide for her vagina, she felt, but if they made her sink that low on the post it would reach far too deep inside her anyways.

Charles reached out and put a hand on her shoulder. One of the assistants immediately stepped closer but Charles already pulled his hand back.

“I’m… sorry,” said Charles, “we just… wanted to help.”

Alisa nodded and she wiped the tears from her eyes while she said that it was alright.

“You want to help her? Make sure it is well lubricated. She loves that,” said Mahdi cruelly. He held a jar of lubricant out to Charles and William. The men visibly shuddered and looked at Alisa. She bit her lower lip, not responding. The men started to lubricate the pole, trying not to miss a single spot. They noticed how the thickest parts were too wide to fit their hands around. Way too big for any girl. Alisa watched them and cringed inwardly as she realized they thought they were helping her, but they were actually making this worse.

When the men were done they took them back to their posts and tied them again. Alisa was standing with her tummy in front of the pole, facing the crowd that was waiting impatiently. Then they made her step back and placed two wooden blocks on either side of the pole. They indicated that she should climb on it and when she did, she had the top of the pole at the same height as her pubic area. The camera filmed a close up of her crotch near the top of the pole. Alisa whimpered softly when the ropes that hung from her tied breasts, were lifted and looped over the hook that hung down above her head. A few clicks of the winch raised the hook a little, but only just enough to keep the ropes hanging by the hook, not yet tightening or lifting her.

“The whore is going to test her royal seat,” said Mahdi through the megaphone, as usual in both Arabic and English. He spoke to her next and told her to use her hands to spread her pussy wide and rub herself on the top of the pole. She winced and complied with trembling fingers and unsteady legs. She had to get up on her toes to lift herself high enough for the rounded top of the pole to slip between her spread lips. She gagged as she felt the hard wood pressing against her slit. It felt very intense and to her dismay it also excited her. The camera man walked around her, aiming his lens on her private parts and her swollen breasts, but also catching her facial expressions and tears.

“Your cunt needs more than that,” said Mahdi, “Get down on it.” She winced as she expected it to be much too big for her. As she complied and lowered herself while pulling her lips wide enough for the round top to fit, she gasped when it started to push into the tight entrance of her vagina. There was a lot of resistance and she couldn’t easily push it in, but as more of her weight came to rest on the pole, she felt her vaginal entrance spreading and slowly slipping around the large top.

“Ah, ah, ah,” she gasped softly as she felt her vaginal entrance folding slowly around the round hard top of the pole. When her feet were flat on the blocks again, the rounded tip of the pole had slipped fully into her vagina and her lips were now resting on the broader base of the acorn shaped top.

Suddenly the people grew quiet and she watched as a small group of men in black walked through the crowd, which parted like water around them. The men were led by a single figure, also dressed in black, with a large dark beard and piercing eyes. The people around him bowed for him. The men behind him held rifles. The man climbed on the stage and walked up to Alisa, who was shaking in fear. She felt so naked and vulnerable, her breasts tied to the ropes above her, her vagina resting on the top of the pole. She had put one arm in front of her tied breasts and the other in front of her vulva, but with a slap on her arm, Mahdi made her pull her arms back again and reveal herself.

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Mahdi bowed to the man and they spoke in Arabic, which sounded harsh and unforgiving. The man nodded as Mahdi explained something. The man reached out to Alisa and brushed the back of his hand over her breast, her tummy and her thigh. Then he gestured upward and Alisa gasped as she heard the clicking sound of the winch and the ropes around her breasts pulling tight. With a cry of pain she got hoisted up by her breasts. Her hands went up in panic, trying to grab the ropes and lift herself up, but her arms were not strong enough and her hands could not get a good grip on the ropes. Her toes left the blocks and the pole slipped out of her vagina. Higher still she got lifted and the assistants pulled at her feet to spread her legs.

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The man in black moved his left index finger over her tummy while he spoke with Mahdi. They discussed something, while his finger went higher, until it came to rest just under her belly button. Mahdi pointed at the pole, indicating at the widest part. The man in black shook his head and took out a large knife. Alisa could hardly see what they were doing, as her eyes were filled with tears, struggling with the tremendous pain in her breasts and the utter humiliating position she was in. But she did see the sun reflecting on the drawn blade and she cried out when the man stabbed the knife forward. He didn’t aim for her though. Instead he stuck the tip of the knife in the pole, somewhere under the widest part where the wooden pole was straight. He made a mark with the knife by chipping the wood and he spoke again. Mahdi nodded and lowered his head, after which he put one hand on his chest and the other to his forehead. The man in black nodded and turned around, raising his knife in the air. The crowd cheered.

Alisa had no idea what that had been all about but as soon as the man and his armed guards left the stage, she was lowered again, forcing her vulva once more down on the rounded tip of the pole. As soon as she felt her lips resting on the wider bottom of the acorn shaped top, her feet were flat on the blocks again, but not for long. She felt hands on her legs, pulling her feet from the blocks, after which the blocks were removed. With a loud cry she felt herself sitting down on top of the pole. Half of her weight was pressing down on the staff and her breasts were carrying the rest and she cried out in pain. Even though her hands were free and she kept trying to lift herself by pulling at the ropes, she still had no strength for that.

Mahdi told her to lower her arms, releasing the ropes and put her hands on her sex. She complied with grunts and cries, her body shivering with the difficulty of enduring this ordeal.

“Now use your fingers of one hand to spread your lips and with the other hand masturbate you clitoris.” Alisa groaned as she received the order to pretend she was loving this. Her breasts were aching bad, her vagina was also hurting from sitting on the pole and still she was ordered to masturbate. But she complied and as she closed her eyes, she started to rub her sore clitoris, gently caressing her swollen button, more to ease the pain a little than to actually arouse herself.

“I think the whore loves her new throne,” said Mahdi cruelly through the megaphone and the crowd cheered. For some reason it were especially women who were now ululating at her.

Alisa looked at the crowd in front of her, blurred by the tears in her eyes. And though the pain in her chest was furious and the aching sensation in her vulva was also hard to cope with, she felt her vagina responding to the masturbating fingers at her clitoris. With a groan of shame she felt herself getting aroused and she groaned involuntarily.

After a few minutes, Mahdi gave her new directions. While she kept masturbating, she also had to spread her legs wide, then lift her knees and then she needed to kneel in mid-air. Just like before. She complied but it was hard to do and she performed with slow and unsteady movements, too distracted by all the pain she was feeling. Each time she moved, her vagina wobbled on the stick, making her feel like she was an orange being squeezed. Her breasts also jerked at the ropes pulling her up. Her arousal got stronger still, despite the pain, discomfort and shame. Or maybe it was even enhanced by those factors. Three times he made her do the routine, until finally he told her to halt and keep her legs raised behind her while she also had to reach behind her and grab her ankles while kneeling in mid-air. She was very excited at this point, but had not been able to achieve an orgasm. As she slowly and very carefully complied, they grabbed her arms and tied ropes around her wrists and ankles, locking her in this obscene kneeling position in mid-air, hanging by her breasts and sitting on the top of the large pole. Alisa wept as she felt her body in utter turmoil, torn between agony and pleasure…
 

Doragon

Governor

Chapter 9: Second day of torture, hanging impalement (vaginal)

(Part 3 of 6)

Alisa started weeping as this position made her powerless against what was coming and she felt even more lost. Staring out over the jeering crowd while kneeling on top of a pole and hanging by her tits, all in precarious balance.

The two assistants put hands on her knees and started to turn her around, making her cry out as she felt her vagina slipping around the egg shaped top and feeling like she was squeezed on an orange press. At the same time the executioner had grabbed a stick and he started hitting the rope that held her up by her breasts. This caused a most painful jerking at her sore breasts and her whole body shook each time he hit the rope. Alisa cried as she felt the pain in her breasts increasing as slowly more weight came to hang on the ropes and she wept as she understood that this meant her vagina was slipping over the broader underside of the acorn.

All this time the camera followed everything, the camera man walking around the scene, registering the movements of her body, the facial expressions and the clear agony of the tortured woman. The crowd in the meantime chanted and cheered each time a new level of torture was achieved.

The winch clicked a few times, lowering her a bit and she panted loud as she felt the pain in her vaginal entrance increase to twice what it was. She was now really caught between a fire in her breasts and a fire in her pussy.

“Ow, ow, ow, ow… aaah,” she cried and gasped, trembling all over. The broad ring was slowly negated and her vaginal entrance slipped down around it. It was so wide her lips were pushed inward, while her clitoris was also dragged up against the rough wood, causing shivers through her lower body.

Seeing how her pussy was not neatly folding around the pole, Mahdi gestured at the executioner to raise her again. She cried out as her full weight was lifted by her breasts and she felt the pole slipping from her tight vagina. Mahdi used his fingers to spread her lips open and as she got lowered again, the rounded bulbous head now neatly slipped into her slit and even the broader rim slipped between her lips now, disappearing into her body as she got lowered further.

There was a much thinner part below the acorn, before another thick bulbous rim was reached, this time even wider than the top had been. Alisa cried out as she felt her vaginal entrance settling on that wide ridge, but she was glad to feel her weight no longer fully supported by her aching breasts. Again they started the rotating game, making her turn on top of the pole, which was much more painful now as the entire acorn part was inside her and her vagina was full of it. Her sensitive areas were dragging around the rough wood and she shuddered as she felt herself getting aroused again. How was that possible, she sobbed, hating how her body kept betraying her like this. But it was clear her senses registered something arousing, despite all the pain that was also there. Or maybe the pain added to the need to feel pleasure? She didn’t understand but started groaning as they kept turning her in place, sometimes changing direction to make her rotate in opposite direction. Her vagina was twitching and cramping around the large invader and as she got more excited, her vagina started to widen and become softer. She gasped when she felt her breasts being squeezed tighter again, without the ropes being lifted, indicating she was once again sinking down on the pole. The rising pain made her excitement diminishing, but when Mahdi reached for her clitoris and started rubbing her, she almost exploded with excitement, causing her body to jerk. She howled when a sudden and incredible orgasm swept through her body. As she convulsed and cried out in pain, misery and lust, her jerking body caused her vagina to stretch wider and she almost hammered herself on the wide ring of the shaft, slowly working her vaginal entrance around it. The winch clicked a few times and she was lowered further, slowly letting her down on the pole and the entire shaped upper top of the pole now slipped behind the entrance of her vagina, filling her completely. She winced as she sensed a dull pain inside her, which was her cervix kissing the rounded top of the acorn. The finial top of the pole was as long as her vaginal cavity was.

Alisa was panting heavily and shaking all over. She lost all sense of where she was and time itself was an ocean of different currents. All she felt was a constant ache in her breasts, a hard fullness in her aching vagina, and the soreness of her entire body while she was coping with the sensations of her incredible orgasm. She felt her womb and vagina twitch, which was most painful and wonderful at the same time.

They decided not to go any further just yet and toy a little bit more with her. She grunted in agony when they started to lift her by her breasts, dragging her vagina upward around the pole. Slowly the round ridges and bulbs appeared from between her stretched and aching vulva, until even the acorn popped out of her again.

Hanging in mid-air by her breasts in a kneeling position was extremely painful and unbearable, so Alisa was wailing at this point. They smeared more lubricant on the wooden top and lowered her again, The pole slipped much easier into her this time, causing her to gasp and cry as she felt her vagina stretching and adjusting to the strange shape of the intruder, until the entire shaped area had slipped into her vagina once more.

Mahdi came up with another cruel game at this point. He had Charles and William lie down on each side of Alisa and he had them tied spread-eagled to metal rings fastened on the stage. Her ankles and wrists were then released so she could finally stretch her sore muscles again, but her hands were tied behind her back. Next he had thin ropes tied around the penises of Charles and William and those ropes were also fastened to Alisa’s ankles while her legs were spreading sideways. She wailed and gasped as she realized that every movement of her legs was felt by the guys on their crotches. The men also understood and kept watching her, while trying not to groan or whimper.

Alisa got lowered a little further until some of her weight started to rest on the rounded top of the acorn with her cervix. She retched as this was what she dreaded most, their attempt to work the massive thing into her uterus. She felt how her cervix got pushed higher, lifted up by the staff, so her weight kept mostly hanging from her tits. Then she slowly felt how her vagina started to ache, reaching the end of its stretching capability. Her weight now really started to push her cervix on the hard wooden object and it started to burn really bad.

Madhi spoke through the megaphone, addressing the jeering crowd. “Have you ever seen a birth in reverse?” he asked. “Or seen a woman achieving orgasms while doing that? Only a Western whore can do that.”

Alisa wept at his cruel words. And she wept even harder when he showed her the electronic egg he had used before. This time he pushed the egg into her anus, before attaching the clip again to her exposed clitoris. He also hung a few weights on the chain, making it pull at her clitoris. When the egg was switched on, she felt the familiar tingling sensations, this time in her anus, running through her vagina and then ending in her aching clitoris. She could not stop the spasms and contractions of her lower muscles, which caused a rising arousal running through her lower body. Her legs jerked and pulled hard at the penises of the two men, who cried out while lifting their pelvises to raise their penises up in the air. She quickly straightened her legs and tried to keep them still, but the rest of her body kept jerking, which was very painful in both her breasts and her cervix. As she got closer and closer to yet another orgasm, she heard the clicking sound of the winch and felt the pain inside her body increase as more weight got put on her inner sanctum. Her cervix had been dilated enough to allow the intruder to enter. But she felt she had to dilate further than before and it ached bad. Despite that horrible pain she was still getting more aroused though.

Suddenly she wailed and cried with mouth wide open, eyes staring at the sky as her body was shuddering when her orgasm started. She convulsed as she felt her cervix jerking against the pole she was sitting on and it was like it folded itself around the rounded top, letting her sink down until her cervix came to rest on the broader base of the acorn shaped top of the pole. She threw her head in her neck when she felt how painful this really was and screamed her lungs out. This was what she imagined giving birth felt like.
 

Doragon

Governor

Chapter 9: Second day of torture, hanging impalement (vaginal)

(Part 4 of 6)

Alisa didn’t know this of course, but the camera man was a real artist. He zoomed in on various details of her tortured body, making close-up shots of goose bumps on her skins or beads of sweat rolling down her sun-heated stomach. He filmed her swollen nipples and bluish discoloured bound breasts. He even filmed her flaring nostrils and the saliva running down her chin as she cried out in agony. All this was done without her knowing it, for future enjoyment of some unseen audience. One might wonder if this movie was only a political statement…

They had measured her well and now that the first part of the pole was pushed into her cervical channel, her vagina started to spread around the wider part of the tapered pole. Her vaginal entrance helped carry her weight, while a lot of it rested on her cervix and of course also her breasts. There was also some friction inside her vagina, despite the lubricant, adding just a little bit of carrying capacity of her body. In total it caused an agonizing pain from her crotch all the way up to her chest and she wailed and cried out loud as she struggled with the horrible ordeal of being hung and impaled at the same time. But they were far from done.

Mahdi came in front of her and put his hands on her hips.

“Is it pushing into your cervix?” he asked while he started to wiggle her hips a little. She cried out when the movements of her pelvis made her vagina churn on top of the pole. The hard wooden top stirred in the entrance of her womb, pushing her cervix in various directions.

“Please,” she gasped while retching in agony, “it is… in my … cervix… gaaaahh..”

Mahdi nodded, satisfied with the answer and as he stepped back he signalled the two assistants at the winch. They released the brake from the system while holding the lever tight and started to move the lever back and forth. This resulted in Alisa to be lifted up slightly and immediately lowered again, moving her body up and down. She screamed and convulsed as this resulted in her vagina and cervix to move up and down the pole as well, in a perverse imitation of fucking. And to make it worse the egg started to vibrate harder and stronger currents ran through her vagina and clitoris, causing her lower body to spasm. She jerked hard with her legs, causing Charles and William to raise their hips into the air to prevent her from tugging at their penises, making it look like they were thrusting obscenely into the air.

The assistants stopped after a while, putting the winch on brakes again. The egg kept going though, still causing Alisa to jerk with her hips and legs, as if she was constantly experiencing orgasms, while she was in fact suffering the most horrible pain imaginable. But the cruelty of the men had no bounds and each assistant took a cat o‘ nine tails and positioned themselves in front and at the back of the unfortunate woman. With a scream in terror Alisa felt the whipping begin, lashing both her back and front, making her jerk and convulse in absolute agony. She howled in pain while the crowd cheered. Her whole body was on fire, caught in an orgy of pain.

After twelve lashes the whipping stopped again and the egg also stopped shocking and vibrating. For a few minutes Alisa was allowed to rest while being hung by her breasts, sitting on the pole in her vagina, the tip sticking into her cervix. Her body was shaking and she had a hard time focusing, desperately trying to deal with the pain. The drugs she had in her system prevented her from fainting. Slowly her skin recovered, though she kept feeling raw, a slow burning sensation that was made worse because of the sweat dripping down her body in the blazing sun.

“Up or down?” asked Mahdi through the megaphone, completely ignoring the girl’s misery, and the crowd shouted ‘down’. Mahdi made a movement with his hand, pointing his thumb down and Alisa gasped when she heard the winch rattle and her weight coming more and more on the pole. With a loud scream she felt her vaginal entrance spreading wider and also her cervix slipping further around the huge object, sinking down over the broad part of the acorn, which slowly travelled up into the tight entrance to her womb, spreading the entire channel wide open before pushing slowly into her tight womb. The inner lining of her womb got pushed aside, opening up to the huge invader, her body weight pushing her further down over it now her cervix was no longer stopping her descent. Slowly the broader underside of the acorn passed through her cervix, until the tight channel could close at the underside of the acorn. Still she sank lower and her cervix now started to push against the even wider rim. Her inner seal, though breached and slightly torn, once more started to carry some of her weight, only lower this time and with the acorn now fully stuffed into her stretched open womb. She almost fainted from the sheer pain she was sensing and if she had not been held up by the ropes around her breasts, she might have toppled over.

They released her feet from the ropes and as they lowered her feet she felt how her toes reached the floor. She could try to support herself a little with her toes and she grunted while stretching herself to the maximum to take her weight off her aching crotch and breasts. It was very hard to keep her balance though and she only managed by leaning into the ropes that pulled her breasts upward, a most painful struggle.

The two men got released from their positions on the floor. They had been protesting for a while, but had been whipped as a result and both were covered with bright red whip marks across the front of their bodies. They stumbled when released. The assistants led them towards the precariously balancing woman and positioned Charles in front and William at the back of her. Mahdi pressed the men up against her, forming a sandwich. Alisa gasped in fear.

“Rub yourself against her,” he said. The men apologised to Alisa, who felt very small between the two large men with their warm sweating bodies pressed against her. The men grunted as they had their aching chests and bellies pushed against the warm sweating form of the woman. As they started to move a little, Mahdi pushed their hips forward. Alisa gasped as her body was moved as well, being pressed from both sides. Her womb ached badly when it was caught on the stick that was now churning her insides.

“Oh God, please be careful,” she gasped while tears streamed down her face and her body was shaking between the warm bodies of the men.

“We should not move her too much,” said Charles with a grunt. He felt his penis rubbing against her warm stomach and the arousal made him get an erection. William agreed while he too got an erection from rubbing his penis against her lower back.

“Push at the same time,” he grunted, “keep her steady in place.” Charles agreed and they coordinated their movements, pushing against her at the same time, squashing her a little but no longer moving her back and forth while being stuck on the pole. Alisa grunted while she got squashed between the large warm bodies of the men. She was no longer churning on the pole, but she still felt every movement causing cramps inside her vagina and womb.

“Aaah,” she gasped suddenly, when the egg in her rectum resumed vibrating and strong electrical pulses started flowing through her lower body again. Charles also grunted since his balls sometimes touched the chain hanging from her clitoris and the tingling sensation in his scrotum made him even more erect.

“Fuck her in the ass,” said Mahdi to William while he slapped the man on his butt. William grunted and shook his head. The cat o‘ nine tails struck him painfully on the back, making him grunt even more, until he gave in. He sank through his knees, spreading his legs a little and sliding his erect penis into the butt crack of Alisa, he tried to find her anus. The girl gasped and cried when she slowly felt his penis push into her anus and then slide deeper into her rectum, where he started to push the egg deeper into her. William groaned and grunted when his penis was stimulated by the electrical shocks and quickly he grew harder still. William started to thrust into her. Alisa felt her own lust rising as well at this point and she clenched her anus around his shaft. Charles fucked himself against her heaving stomach at the same time and as the girl was sandwiched between the two men, being masturbated most horribly by the electrical egg, she too became more excited by the second.

Mahdi placed the hands of Charles on her legs and helped him lifting her knees, so she was no longer supporting herself with her toes. Alisa gasped and cried when she was hanging from her breasts, stuffed between the two men, her vagina and womb jerking on top of the pole with every movement they made. It now looked like she straddled Charles while he made fucking motions against her. He rubbed his penis against her stomach while William fucked her ass. The threesome was met with loud jeering and shouting from the crowd.

Alisa cried and sobbed, feeling very aroused against her will while her body was aching beyond belief. The brutal movements of the two men against her made her body jerk, causing her breasts to pull at the ropes in a most painful manner, while at the same time her vagina and womb were churning on top of the large pole, aching her insides to the maximum. And still the electrical spasms caused by the egg in her rectum caused her body to get aroused, aided by the thrusting penis of William inside her anus. Charles kept pumping his own erection against her stomach, causing her to move back and forth, squeezing her vagina and womb on the large pole, forcibly stretching her further and in a most painful manner. When he had his orgasm she felt his hot semen streaming against her stomach. William also came and filled her anus with more semen. Then she too started to come and she screamed as she felt her body convulsing. The clicking sound of the winch indicated that they lowered the ropes holding her breasts and slowly she slipped downward between the two men. Charles and William tried to stop her descent by lifting her up by her legs and buttocks, but Mahdi told them to let go of her and step away. The men protested but a few lashes with the cat convinced them to let it go. William stepped away from the girl and Charles carefully lowered her legs. Alisa tried to catch her descent by reaching down with her feet, but her legs lacked all strength and she was for one moment hanging from her breasts again, while lowering further. Her body was still convulsing as more orgasmic waves trashed her body. Her shaking body and convulsions hammered her down over the pole, taking in the broadest part of the finial into her cervix, while forcing her vaginal entrance around a much wider part of the pole. She sank down and only managed to catch herself on the floor when she was low enough to place her feet flat on the floor. The ropes were lowered even further, until her breasts were no longer carrying any weight.

The two men ran back to her when she lost consciousness for a moment, almost falling over if not caught by the ropes around her breasts. The men were stopped though and were moved back to their posts, despite their cries out outrage and pleads for mercy. The winch in the meantime got turned again, lifting her body by her breasts, but only enough to keep her straight, with her legs hanging by the sides of the pole, toes dangling on the floor. She awoke again from the pain in her chest and while her body jerked she tried to find strength to carry her weight with her legs again. The ropes from her breasts lowered her again and she cried out when her body once more sank down, her cervix opening up to the larger rim of the finial. As it went up into her tight entrance to her womb, she caught herself on flat feet and this time she held. They had switched off the electrical egg and that helped her lower body to calm down a little, though she was in a massive amount of pain from the unnatural penetration of her vagina and womb. The ropes fell slack again and she was swaying while trying to balancing herself. She was now fully impaled by the most cruel pole, which reached all the way up into her womb. And still it wasn’t enough.
 

Doragon

Governor

Chapter 9: Second day of torture, hanging impalement (vaginal)

(Part 5 of 6)

There was a trickle of blood on the pole, just below Alisa’s spread vulva. The doctor was called over to investigate her.

“Is it in your womb?” he asked while pushing and prodding with his hands on her belly. She nodded with a grunt and said: “Please, it hurts so much…” The doctor nodded and together with Mahdi he discussed the situation, in English so Alisa could understand.

“If you lower her any further, she might tear and die from this,” said the doctor.

“The Mullah wants us to destroy the womb of the bitch,” said Mahdi, “he wants us to lower her to this point.” He indicated the knife mark that had been made earlier. That was almost 7 cm lower than she was now reaching.

“Well,” said the doctor while rubbing his chin, “she might survive that, but make sure some of her weight is carried by her breasts. And the pole is too slippery now.” He rubbed a finger over the wood just below her vulva. “Her juices made this too slippery and now there’s blood as well. The blood is nothing to worry about at this point, just the lining of her womb releasing like she is menstruating, but it makes the pole slippery and she can’t carry much weight that way.”

“And if we make the pole rougher?” asked Mahdi.

“A whole lot rougher,” said the doctor, “Something her flesh can cling to.”

“Can we use sanding paper?” asked Mahdi.

“That might do the trick,” nodded the doctor.

Alisa wept as they brought over some sandpaper and using a staple gun they attached the paper around the pole, just under the widest part of the worked top. The wooden pole was now very abrasive and it might be able to carry some of her weight by friction alone, though her vagina wasn’t yet stretched wide enough to fit around it and the pole also wasn’t deep enough for that yet. Alisa wept and shook all over as she got an idea how much deeper they wanted her to take the pole inside her body.

Mahdi gestured at her, pointing downward.

“I can’t,” she whispered, already overwhelmed with the pain inside her vagina and womb. Sitting down on it would mean stretching herself even further and she feared she might tear. But he insisted and gestured at the executioner to resume flogging her. Alisa cried out when the cat struck her buttocks. At the same time the egg was also reactivated and it started to send strong pulses from her anus, through her entire vagina to her clitoris. Alisa felt her knees buckling and she wailed as that caused her womb to jerk around the large head of the pole. Again she was struck on her butt and again she jerked and screamed. The crowd started chanting “sit, sit, sit, sit…” and she sobbed in utter misery while she got struck on her butt again and again. Her ass cheeks felt as if they were on fire. And the electricity flowing through her lower body were arousing her at the same time, causing her to tremble and jerk with her hips. She was getting very desperate at this point.

Charles and William were guided back to her to help her. They took her by the elbows as her wrists were still tied behind her back.

“Stop,” said William.

“You can’t take it in any further,” said Charles.

Alisa cried in despair, another stroke of the cat stinging in her butt.

“Stop hitting her,” shouted Charles at the executioner.

“Make her sit down,” said Mahdi. “I want her seated with her legs wide and in the air.”

“How is she going to survive that?” shouted William furiously. Again the cat struck Alisa on her butt and she wailed. William then thrust himself towards the executioner but he got caught by the assistants and the cat rained down on his body.

“Stop!” screamed Alisa, “Please stop!” She panted and was shaking all over. “Stop and I will sit down.”

“You can’t,” said Charles with a groan, seeing how her body was pinned on the pole, her breasts still bound with the ropes, her pelvis shaking with the electricity running through her genital area.

“My vagina won’t stretch any further,” she gasped while visibly shaking. She felt how her vaginal entrance was so widely stretched around the tapered part of the pole, she felt she could sit on that. Charles looked at her crotch and noticed how she was very close to the widest part of the pole. If she stretched further, she would not be able to stop herself from being impaled fully. But maybe she was right.

“At least stop the electricity,” he said to Mahdi, but the man shook his head.

“Help her sit down,” he replied to Charles.

The whipping had at least stopped and William took his position on the other side of the girl again. She was so small compared to them, a head smaller than they were. Her breasts were swollen and still tied but at least she wasn’t being hung by them anymore. But now she had to sit down on that dreadful huge pole.

“Is it in your womb?” asked Charles softly. She nodded and whimpered. “It is stuck in my cervix with the widest part.” She felt it ache each time her inner muscles contracted because of the electrical shocks. She also gasped regularly when she felt another wave of lust spreading from her clitoris.

“Oh my,” she panted softly, shaking all over, her legs buckling again. The men held her by the arms, guiding her. Slowly she started to sink down a little by bending her knees. Immediately she cried out as this caused her womb to press down on top of the pole as well as her cervix slide down just a little further around the thickest part. And her vaginal entrance stretched a little wider around the fat part of the pole.

“I can’t do this,” she panted, followed by a cry of both lust and agony.

“It’s the only way out,” said William. “Bend your knees, slowly.”

They helped her balance and kept her upright while she again tried to bend her knees. She grunted and started shaking as she let her body sink into the terrible pain in her abdomen.

“I am afraid to tear,” she whimpered.

“They don’t want you dead yet,” said Charles and she knew he was right. So they trusted her body could take this? She bit her lower lip and sank down a bit more, whimpering as that hurt a lot more than she had expected.

“Gaaah,” she cried out, sweating and shaking all over. Her legs trembled as she was slowly lowering herself a bit more, desperately trying to stay upright while also siting down on the pole. With a cry of fear she suddenly felt something slip.

“Oh God,” she cried, panic in her eyes. But as she tried to push herself back up, she recognized a sudden increase in pain in her cervix and then realized the slipping had been her cervical passage slipped under the widest part of the worked top. The entire upper part was now inside her womb. She carefully tried to move her lower body a bit and groaned as it confirmed what she thought.

“What is it?” asked William worried.

“It is inside of me now,” she gasped.

“Inside your womb you mean?”

She nodded. “The entire upper part of the pole, yes.” She retched and started sobbing. She had a perverted wooden baby inside her womb, she thought to herself and it caused her to retch. But again she jerked as the electricity caused her vagina to twitch.

“I need to sit down,” she said sobbing and started to lower herself again.
 
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