Doragon
Tribune
I also imagine her to be beautiful on the cross and I aim to increase that beauty when the story nears it's end.
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The ordeals of Alisa Foxen
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Doragon
Tribune
Chapter 15: Second day of crucifixion - forced lactation
The next morning she woke up from haunting nightmares and she groaned in absolute agony. Her muscles had grown very stiff and sore. She immediately noticed how her anus had stretched further and she was sitting on the base of the pole which reached very high inside her abdomen now. She tried to lift herself a little, but her muscles were too stiff and moving against the nails awoke the terrible pain in both her feet and wrists.
Suddenly the sheet was taken away from her and she could breathe more freely, the fresh morning air awakening her further. The rain had stopped during the night at some point and now the sky was only partially covered with clouds. The sand around the cross was muddy. She noticed how the chairs that Charles and William had been sitting on, were empty and she remembered vaguely how the two men had been taken away in the previous evening at some point, right before the storm broke loose.
They wanted her fully awake and in order to warm her body up from the cold night, they came up with some horrible exercises. First the two assistants whipped the front of her body with floggers. They didn’t strike hard, but it was still painful enough to make Alisa squirm and her skin turned red where they struck her. It was painful, especially when they whipped her breasts and vulva. Her clitoris was still elongated and sticking out between her lips, so each lash was excruciating when it hit her crotch area. Only when she managed to lift herself up from the stake that was speared inside her rectum, moving her legs and arms again, did they stop whipping her.
After that the two women that had taken care of her before came up to her and they started washing her entire body. They also rubbed sunblock on her skin and rubbed disinfectant on her wounds, especially her wrists and feet, where the blood had dried and clotted around the nails, but was now running again from her movements. She wasn’t bleeding heavily, just dripping each time she moved, indicating the wounds were not healing.
When the women were done, the doctor approached with a crate full of things.
“Please,” she begged the doctor with a hoarse voice, “can’t you do something about this?”
“What would you have me do?” he asked while using a stethoscope to listen to her heartbeat.
“Can’t you tell them to let me go? Please, tell them my condition is too bad or something.”
She was desperate and hoped he was more of a doctor than a torturer.
“Please,” she continued whispering, “save my life.”
He sighed and patted her on the head.
“You are condemned to death,” he said, “there is nothing I can do about that.”
She felt tears stinging in her eyes and swallowed heavily.
“Let me die then,” she whispered. “Please, end this torture.”
He used his thumb to wipe the tears from her eyes and smiled.
“I will end your life. Eventually. But first you have to enjoy some very interesting experiences.”
She whimpered and started shaking. He tapped with his fingers to her cheek.
“Trust me, you don’t want to miss this,” he said. She closed her eyes in despair.
He then took a small syringe out of the crate and injected her in her thigh with his so-called pick-me-up serum. Within minutes Alisa felt very much awake and her senses once again heightened. She felt renewed strength as well as a new level of pain now she was once again very much aware of the nails in her wrists and feet.
“This is something we have done before but today we will make it a lot more interesting,” he then said, coming back to her with another syringe. He stood on a wooden crate in front of her, looking into her eyes, which were wide open in shock when she noticed what he was holding in his hands. It was a very large syringe with a much bigger needle. It held a whitish substance, which she recognized, but she couldn’t believe it, as there was so much of it.
“The harvest of last night,” he said, holding up the syringe as if it was a trophy. “Semen from prisoners. This syringe holds 60 cc of the beautiful stuff, cooled to a nice temperature.” He started to fondle her left breast, pinching her nipple, making it clear to her what he was going to do.
“Please no,” she whimpered with a trembling voice.
“Here, have a little taste,” he said, taking her chin in his left hand and using his fingers to open her mouth. She gagged when he squirted some of the cold semen into her mouth.
“Very refreshing, isn’t it?” he smiled. His hand moved back to her breast and took hold of her flesh, despite her attempts to turn away and escape his grip. She couldn’t escape or prevent him from pinching her nipple. With a cry she watched how he held the needle close to her breast and then quickly jabbed the large needle into her nipple. She screamed silently when she felt the pain of the needle penetrating her breast, quickly follow by a very cold sensation.
Alisa gagged when she saw the doctor pushing the plunger in and she could feel the cold semen spreading inside her breast. He made the needle move deeper and then pulling it back a little, carefully spreading the semen into her flesh. Each time she felt the burning sensation rising in a spot deep in her breast, the coldness of new semen being added made it numb down again. But as more of the semen got spread inside her, the pain also started to rise in more locations and she wailed as she felt her breast slowly turn into a burning tight mass of flesh.
“Do you want to drink the last bit?” he asked cruelly and though she would never want that, she now nodded and almost begged him to let her drink it instead of having it injected inside her breast. He pulled the needle out and the last 10 cc were squirted into her open mouth. The cold slimy substance quickly warmed up to her mouth and even before she swallowed it she could taste it. And swallowing the slimy substance was hard to do, making he retch.
“Don’t worry,” he said while emptying the syringe, “I have more.”
She gasped and almost vomited when she saw him pick a second 60 cc syringe from the crate below, also filled with semen. And to her horror she now spotted two more in the crate.
The doctor injected the second syringe in her right breast and again he also made her drink some of the semen. She wailed and cried when both her breasts ended up with a burning pain and though she begged him to stop and also tried to prevent him from touching her any further by writhing her body in every direction, he still managed to grab each breast and massage the flesh with his fingers, as if making sure the semen spread out evenly into the already large fleshy orbs. And despite her cries and pleads, he still wasn’t satisfied, because he now took the other two syringes, also both filled to the brim with semen, and after stabbing the needles into her breasts he started to fill them simultaneously with more of the horrible liquid, turning her chest into an orgy of pain.
After he had filled each breast with almost 120 cc of semen, turning them into swollen heavy orbs of burning flesh, he first massaged her breasts and finally climbed down the crate. She screamed in horror and pain.
“Interesting, isn’t it,” he said cruelly, “to have the semen of a few dozen strangers swimming around inside your breasts. Oh wait, not only strangers, you have quite a lot of semen from your friends inside of you now.” She looked down at her own swollen and aching breasts and was too shocked to reply to the man.
Moments later the two women came back to her. They patted her on her breasts and gently squeezed her sore nipples, but they were not going to milk her. Instead they gave her water to drink and some dry crackers to eat. They spoke to her in Arabic, which Alisa couldn’t understand, but it sounded friendly, or so she imagined. By this time the crowd with spectators was also gathering on the hill again and Alisa saw how Charles and William were escorted back on the field. They looked beaten and tired, as if they had been in several boxing matches during the night. This time Alisa didn’t feel sorry for them, as her breasts were aching so bad and she at this point could feel nothing but hate for men. She didn’t wince this time when the two men were put back on the chairs, their asses once more impaled on the two metal poles, which were actually filled with rain water. The men were strapped down to the chairs, but their arms and hands were left free. Next they placed tables in front of each and loaded the surfaces with bread, cheese, salads and more food they could eat, all as a show of utter humiliation, to have the two starved men eat while Alisa was being tortured.
The crowd used covering sheets to sit on, avoiding the mud which was also quickly drying up under the sun that peaked between the clouds now and then. Temperature was rising again and it was going to be a hot and moist day.
The camera crew approached and they filmed Alisa in her hanging position at the cross, her breasts woollen and heavy, her face already sweaty again, her limbs tired and stiff. She tried to look away, avoid the lens, but the camera man tried to capture her facial expression and hopefully get some curses out of the woman.
When the people on the field were ready for another show, the assistants came up to Alisa and each started to tie a rope around her aching breasts, pulling the ropes very tight and turning her fleshy orbs into two swollen melons. A rope then hung down from each breast and they tugged at the ropes to see if they were tightly fitted and stuck. Alisa cried out with each tug as it hurt her breasts considerably when being pulled at.
The block were removed and the field was now free again in front of the cross with the naked writhing woman. To her surprise and then horror they brought two cute puppies to the cross and tied them each to one of the ropes that led up to her breasts. And as they released the playful puppies, she immediately understood what they intended as the young dogs started playing and tugging at the ropes, causing terrible pain in her breasts as they were tugged on by the ropes.
The crowd loved it and applauded. They also appeared to want more because they started to call the puppies over, causing the young dogs to tug at the ropes each time they tried to go over to the people holding out cookies to them. Alisa wailed and writhed as she struggled with the hard pulling at her breasts. She had to lean forward to try relief the pulling, but that didn’t help much. The ropes got pulled tighter around her breasts with each tug. The pressure inside her breasts was also rising. She was crying out regularly, with each tug at her breasts. Slowly the semen inside her breasts started to squirt out of her swollen nipples, much to the excitement of the crowd. The two dogs were cruelly milking her by tugging at the two ropes, squeezing and pulling painfully at her swollen breasts and slowly getting more of the semen out of her nipples. Sometimes there were only drops running down her stomach, but sometimes there were squirts that shot out in front of her, dripping on the sand. Several times Alisa fainted as the pain was just too much to bear, even in her drugged state. Each time she awoke also because of the pain, the puppies still pulling at her tits, milking her until all the semen had been squeezed out. Only then did they finally release the ropes and untied her breasts, which in turn made her faint again as the pain of her untied breasts was excruciating.
StarbuckSlut
Magistrate
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Puppies really i am loving this story but that puppies bit not so much ... breast torture yeah but puppies...oh well when in rome i guess ! Nontheless thank you for the maginificent story dorogon!!!
Doragon
Tribune
The cute puppies don't suffer at all!
StarbuckSlut
Magistrate
But they do ruin the sexual mood! LolThe cute puppies don't suffer at all!
Doragon
Tribune
I love ruining the mood, only to light the fires again in the next post. No coming allowed until I say so.
Doragon
Tribune
Chapter 16: Second day of crucifixion - rape
(Part 1 of 3)It took a few hours for Alisa to recover from the horrible experience. Slowly her breasts stopped aching. Her body was getting used to the constant pain in her wrists and feet, turning it into a throbbing sensation instead of the blinding flashes of pain she had endured so far. Maybe the injection they gave her to recover also had some analgesic in it, because her headache, which she had been experiencing all day, was also slowly subsiding. They did other things as well to help her recover. The two women washed her again and they put fresh sun lotion on her entire body. Her wounds were again disinfected. And they combed her hair and cleaned her face.
When they were done, Alisa noticed how a lot of people left the field. All the women and children walked back to town in a long line and most men also left. Charles and William were also released from their seats and dragged back to town, probably brought back to their cells. Alisa shivered as this was all worrying in a way. Especially since only a group of young men remained, around thirty or forty of them, strong young men, still young enough to have only patchy beards.
Mahdi came up to Alisa. He put a hand on her left foot and noticed how warm it felt. The hard spike that was stuck in her foot was still partially covered in dried blood, despite it had been cleaned again. He could also feel a very faint and slightly noticeable tremble going through her foot, a result of the constant strain of the muscles that kept her in position. He imagined how her legs were constantly sore and cramped, even when she sat down on the wooden peg.
“Please,” she begged him while looking down at him. He looked up with some admiration on his face, as he was impressed with her resilience and strength. And yet he counted on her to keep this up for at least another day.
He didn’t reply her question and instead let go of her foot and stepped back while the camera crew came right in front of her. They filmed her upper body while he posed a question to her.
“Have you understood by now how dangerous it is for a woman to be naked in public?” he asked her.
She gasped and tears jumped to her eyes in anger.
“You fucking moron!” she spat at him. “You put me here like this!” she cried out and started lifting her aching body, dragging her anus up on the stake, causing the camera to switch between her bottom and her face. She noticed that and cried out in anguish.
“I am not showing you this out of free will!” she screamed. “Stop filming me!” she added angrily.
“Get me down, get me down now!” she cried out, struggling with the top part of the finial that remained stuck in her anus. All this time Mahdi remained quiet and the camera crew kept filming her without any response.
“Gaaaahhh, get me off!” she cried in despair and since she didn’t manage to free herself from the stake and nobody was landing her a hand, she slowly started to sink down again, gasping as the wooden stake once more slipped back into her rectum.
“Please,” she cried softly, tears streaming down her face, struggling hard with the humiliation, pain and despair.
“Despite your indecent behaviour, we take good care of you,” said Mahdi cruelly, making Alisa gasp. “We will even give you a chance to redeem yourself,” he added. Alisa closed her eyes and shivered as that didn’t sit well with her at all. After a short silence she looked at the man again and whispered “What do you want of me?”
“These men,” he said, pointing at the group of young men that had remained behind, “are all ready to pick up arms and join the fight for our cause. However they all lack an important experience to be called men.”
Alisa groaned inwardly as she had an idea where this was going. Mahdi smiled at her.
“They are all still virgins and they desperately need a pussy to become men.”
“Gods,” gasped Alisa, her body shaking with the despair she felt. Here she was, hanging on a cross, nailed to the tree, and now the cruel man was asking her to allow a bunch of young men to use her body to become men?
“You are fucking insane!” she wept.
“I knew you would understand,” said Mahdi and he took a jar of lubricant from behind his back. “There’s only one whore here and making these men lose their virginity would be a good thing.” He started to apply the lubricant to her vulva, smearing thick globs of the stuff to her lips and even inside the entrance of her vagina. She wept and cried out when she felt a sudden stinging sensation in her vulva and she smelled the strong scent of mint. Mahdi used his fingers to push more of the minted lubricant into her vagina and she felt a coldness spreading down there, which was at the same time a slow burning sensation. She gasped again as she felt her vagina responding fiercely to the gel, her muscles squeezing around the fingers that were pushing into her body, as well as her vagina getting very wet. She gagged when he used his fingers to rub her clitoris, causing her lower body to jerk in rising excitement.
“Please, stop,” she wailed as the growing burn kept rising in her vagina while her inner walls were swelling and getting engorged. But Mahdi kept rubbing and fingering her, mixing the lubricant with her own juices that were now flowing like crazy. The effect on her tissues was already done, but the mix was quickly becoming a lot lighter in effect so anyone fucking her would not suffer from the same burn she was feeling. Though it would still stimulate any penis going inside of her.
Alisa gasped as she looked at the young men forming a line. Though it was hard to see through her tears what they were doing, she did recognize certain movements and realized the first few in line were jerking themselves, getting erect.
“Be gentle with these men,” said Mahdi finally while retreating his hand with a last light pat on her swollen vulva. Alisa wailed when he stepped away to make room for the first young man.
The young man climbed the steps in front of the crucified woman and positioned himself between her spread knees. His face came near to hers and she noticed how he looked quite heated. She realized he had a strong body odour but she was mostly struck by the strong scent of his penis. That scent of sex made her vagina twitch.
As he looked down to guide his cock towards her crotch, he bumped his head awkwardly against her nose and she groaned in pain, jerking her head back and at the same time squirming her body out of the way. This of course hurt her wrists and feet quite a lot, not to mention her aching muscles and cramped legs, so it was not surprising she was unsuccessful avoiding the penis that was manipulated forward against her vulva. With a groan she felt him penetrating her, quickly sliding deeper into her swollen vagina. She gasped as he felt absolutely rock hard and very warm as well, almost like he was glowing. The young man raised his head again and awkwardly started to kiss her tear stained face. He smelled awful to her and she tried to turn away from him. His body pressed against hers, pushing her back against the rough wood of the cross and as he started to jerk his hips forward, he drove his penis deep into her vagina, the crown bumping all the way up against her cervix. She cried out and gagged when he pushed his tongue into her crying mouth. She quickly turned her face away to the other side but he kept kissing and licking her cheek while his penis started to stab up into her. Five or six times he stabbed into her when he suddenly tensed up and erupted inside of her. He whimpered with a high pitched voice while his body shuddered. His penis pumped inside of her, squirting a thick load of semen straight into her cervix. Alisa retched as she felt it flowing into her, a sensation she could not miss as the semen felt very hot inside her body, where it went straight into her womb.
After four or five powerful squirts he stopped and tried to look into her eyes. He said something in Arabic and tried to kiss her once more. Mahdi tapped him out and the man stepped down the steps to make room for the next one in line.
“They don’t last long, do they?” said Mahdi to her. “But I bet you enjoy feeling such eagerness.”
Alisa whimpered when the second young man took position between her legs and quickly aimed his erect cock against her vulva, pushing his hips forward and penetrating her now even more swollen vagina. He wrapped his arms around her lower back and started to fuck her with hard and deep thrusts. His penis was bigger than the previous one had been, and just as hard and excited. The woman held her breath with a smothered grunt while she tensed up, shocked with the overwhelming sensation of being fucked so thoroughly. Behind him the first man was applauded and patted on the back, as if he was victorious. Alisa tried to block it out as she needed all her attention to being fucked while maintaining a less painful position, trying to keep her balance and not jerk too much with her limbs. She grunted as she got fucked with an enthusiasm that was painful and yet also arousing to her. And since the most stable position for her was by pressing her anus on the stake, she felt like she was experiencing a double penetration, something that was equally painful and arousing at the same time.
Doragon
Tribune
Chapter 16: Second day of crucifixion - rape
(Part 2 of 3)The second man also didn’t last long and after only a couple of deep thrusts inside her body, he too squirted a large and hot load of semen into her cervix, which let it pass into her womb. The man stepped down with his arms raised as if victorious, while the third climbed the steps in haste. As soon as he pressed his erect penis against her vulva, he already erupted though, and his semen streamed all across her lower body and thighs. The other men laughed and mocked him, but Mahdi comforted him by saying he could try again later.
The fourth stepped up, penetrated her and grabbed her breasts to hold on to while he fucked her with strong and deep thrusts, his hard penis torturing Alisa in a double manner as it both hurt and excited her. Torn between two extremes, her body chose the easiest way out by releasing endorphins to counter any pain and adding fuel to her lust. She started to moan and squirm, something the cameraman noticed and put on film.
Again a penis erupted inside her, spraying semen while pressing hard against her open cervix, where the one-way valve let it pass into her womb. When the stiff cock pulled out of her, Alisa felt her vagina twitching and squeezing, getting closer to orgasm herself. And when the fifth boy stepped up and entered her, she suddenly also started to jerk her hips, driving herself hard on the wooden peg in her anus and on his pumping penis as well, her body convulsing in a horrible climax. He too added his semen to the slimy build-up inside her body, where it remained trapped.
Alisa felt like she had completely lost her mind while the young men fucked her, one after the other. She was nailed to a cross, condemned to die, and the men kept fucking her, putting their cocks inside of her, filling her with semen, one after the other. And she loved it. It drove her crazy. She was wrecked with pain on the one hand and overwhelmed with lust on the other hand, swept from left to right, up and down, forward and backward.
Some of the young men were too quickly cumming, resulting in losing their spunk on her naked body. Others didn’t even manage to reach the steps. That’s how horny they all were from seeing that lovely naked body squirming on the cross.
Others were so nervous about fucking a woman for the first time, they didn’t get hard enough. Her hands were tied and she was unable to help them. The only other hands available were male hands and those didn’t work for these men.
Of the forty-something boys, at least twenty became men that afternoon and they fucked the Western woman into oblivion. Four times did she also receive an orgasm, her nailed and hanging body convulsing with the waves of vaginal contractions, saliva dripping down her chin while she wailed in agony. Some of the young men were put off by the sight of that female body that was acting out of her mind. Others however were intrigued and wanted to study her.
Alisa wailed when the young men used their fingers to fuck her. It felt rough, not arousing at all.
“Make them stop,” she cried to Mahdi, who still kept watch over her but didn’t stop her.
“Why?” he asked, “don’t you like it?”
“They are too rough, tell them to be more gentle,” she whimpered.
“Tell them yourself. Teach them how to do it,” he replied.
“How? They don’t speak English,” she complained.
“I will translate,” he said and he told the men to hold off until she instructed them.
Alisa panted and looked down at the three young men, who waited for her instructions.
“Please,” she whimpered and shivered as she felt her vagina both aching and twitching in spite of her hurt state. “Caress…” she said, “stroke… my inner thighs…”
Mahdi translated and one of the men started to stroke her inner thighs, but still rough and without feeling.
“Careful,” she gasped, “be gentle…”
Next she instructed the second man to use his finger tips and gently massage around her clitoris.
“No, not over it like that,” she whimpered, “gently, around it…”
She started to groan when the man did it right and she felt herself getting greatly aroused again.
“Now… inside me… gentle… careful…. Rub at the front… soft… ah yes…”
She groaned and started shaking while three men were now gently masturbating her and slowly but surely she was guided to another orgasm.
“Not bad for someone who claims she’s not a whore,” chuckled Mahdi, but she didn’t care what he said and came with convulsions and loud cries of ecstasy.
After that more of the young men wanted to learn and two more times they brought her to an orgasm. After which the men had recovered enough to be able to fuck her another time and ten more guys fucked her, adding their semen into the pool that was forming inside her womb. Alisa’s cunt was by then bleeding and red swollen from the continuous abuse. When the last one fucked her, she fainted.
Alisa dreamt she was floating over a field of flowers. She was looking down to the flowerbeds that went by under her, while her body swam backwards across the field. Her legs were spread wide and sometimes the flowers seemed to erupt, sending petals between her legs, stroking her vulva like fingers of silk. It felt lovely, tender and peaceful. Until a slow but intense burning sensation started coming back to her wrists and feet. She also started to feel pain in her anus and vagina. Her abdomen was cramping a little. And the pain woke her up.
She woke up to a dark landscape. There were houses down the hill, some with lit windows, most however were dark. Crickets were sounding in the area. A gentle breeze caressed her aching body. She coughed and tried to lick her lips, but her mouth was too dry. She tried to move but every little movement caused terrible pain in her limbs and back. She was sitting on the very hard pin that reached deep inside her rectum. And she remembered where she was.
A car drove up the hill, the headlights blinding her. She shuddered and waited, unable to move or do anything. Was somebody coming to save her? Or finish her off? Who were they, those dark figures getting out of the car? In the lights of the car she recognized the shapes of the guards and the assistant executioners. And a broader figure, with glasses, the doctor she both liked and hated so much. There were also two women, who quickly put ladders up against the cross and started to wash Alisa, caressing her sweat covered body, removing old blood crusts from arms, legs and genital area. They oiled her body with sweet scented cream. They talked to her in a language she still didn’t understand and it sounded friendly, encouraging, caring.
Alisa was panting most of the time, her body too tired and wrecked to do much else. She enjoyed the caresses and care she received, but it was hardly enough to end her suffering. The food and water she received were also very welcome, though she had a thought in the back of her mind how the food and water were cursed as it would keep her alive a little longer, ready for more suffering.
zerns
Governor
A superb story of building sexual torture, hopelessness and inventive predicaments. Yet as inventive as they are they feel real, as real as her body and minds reaction to each new escalating torture and humiliation. I've read alot of these types of stories and this girls first three days of torture and impending doom turn me on all to hell. Don't be too easy on her at the end-she has to crescendo and make all the previous torments seem like a pre-amble.Thank you for the compliment. I still feel inadequate though and work hard to get better at it.
nicole
Tribune
I really like the repetitive viols which make her come despite the excruciating pain she endures. she does not understand herself why she enjoys, when she is going to die ... I imagine myself in her place it makes me wet very hard
Doragon
Tribune
Chapter 16: Second day of crucifixion - rape
(Part 3 of 3)The doctor replaced the women, who were sent off walking back to the village. He investigated Alisa’s body, feeling her stomach, breasts, limbs and genital area.
“How are you feeling?” he asked her in a friendly tone.
“I feel sick,” she replied in a hoarse voice.
“Where does it hurt?” asked the doctor, like doctors all over the world ask their patients.
She glanced at her left hand, where the nail in her wrist kept her arm throbbing and aching.
“I can’t feel my hands,” she said, assuming he already knew how much her wrists and feet were hurting. She tried to move her fingers but there was no response from her muscles. The doctor investigated both hands, noticing how her wrists were bleeding and how the wounds were enlarged from the amount of pulling and jerking of her arms while being tortured and handled like she had been. He decided to bandage the nailed wrists and stabilize her. In a way this took some of the pressure off her wrists, but it stillhurt a lot as the bandages pressed down on her wounds, making Alisa weep in agony.
“You need to keep your fingers moving,” he said, ignoring her tears while massaging her hands back to life. “If you stop moving body parts, they will die off quickly. Your body is preserving all its energy to stay alive.”
His words made no sense to her but she moved her own fingers obediently, clenching and unclenching her hands, despite the fact this hurt in her wrists.
“Also keep your weight off your wrists for a while so they don’t tear any further.”
“Can’t you get me off?” she whimpered, feeling confused about how he treated her.
He shook his head and said she had to endure a bit further.
“How is your abdomen?” The doctor put a hand on her tummy. She looked down between her breasts and frowned as she noticed a slight swollenness and she realized how her tummy felt tense, a bit sore even.
“I feel sore,” she said softly. The doctor nodded as if he had expected that.
“I need you higher up,” he said. Alisa didn’t move. The two assistants climbed on the ladder and started to help her up on the cross, lifting her up from her sitting position. She gasped as she felt her rectum being pulled up around the stake and slowly the finial started to slip out of her anus. She panted hard when she was finally free from the stake, after having sat on it for so many hours. Her legs also ached now the blood flow resumed into areas that had been cut off and she whimpered in agony. The assistants tied straps around her upper arms to hold her in this higher position on the cross. She could see further away now, her head being much higher and reaching above the cross. It also felt a little more comfortable this way.
“You are tired, aren’t you?” asked the doctor while he retrieved a speculum from his crate of tools and started to push that into her swollen vagina.
“Yes,” she replied softly, staring into the distance, “I am very tired.” She felt how the doctor opened her up down there, spreading her vagina wide open, before he put other things into her, poking around in her soft and bruised flesh. It felt weird, but she tried to ignore it and instead she looked at the dark town ahead.
“I’ll give you something to sleep tonight,” said the doctor, “after I prepare you for tomorrow.”
“What’s tomorrow?” she said softly while looking down at him. She noticed he was holding a thin rubber tube in his hands, which he moved inside her vagina and she could feel him tugging at something inside her body.
“Tomorrow is the last day of your life,” he said, not beating around the bush. She took the words in and stared out over the dark landscape. The sky far away was still slightly lit up with a bright turquoise band. There would be no rain tonight. And suddenly she realized she would never see another sunset. And for some reason she felt calm about that.
“What are you doing?” she asked when she felt something stinging inside her abdomen. She looked down again, still calm but also slightly worried as she knew the doctor usually wasn’t all about healing.
“I am setting you up,” he replied. He climbed on the steps and hung a cord around her neck, letting something dangle from it between her breasts. She looked at it and frowned, seeing something round and open with a slim rubber tube attached to it.
“What’s that for?” she asked, trying to see it better. The doctor removed the speculum from her vagina and rubbed a hand over her tummy.
“That’s the connection to your womb,” he said. “In a way you now have a cervix hanging between your breasts.” She frowned and tried to understand what he said. She now noticed how the thing between her breasts was a plastic connector, something like she had seen on garden hoses, only smaller.
“Yes,” said the doctor, “That tube is connected to the valve in your cervix. Anything going into this tube, flows straight into your uterus.”
“Why?” she whispered in a worried tone.
“Haven’t you felt it yet?” he asked. “The men that put their semen into you, it’s still inside of you. That tight feeling you have in your tummy, that’s your womb that’s slightly inflated with semen. And we’re going to put in some more.”
Alisa gasped when he put a second cord around her neck, which had a flask attached to it. The flask was made of glass and in the light of the headlights of the car she noticed something whitish-grey inside the bottle, with a jelly-like texture. The doctor attached the connector to the bottle and suddenly she understood what it was. She groaned and drew in her breath when he reached under her, opening a tap near her vagina. The whitish liquid started to flow out of the bottle and into the tube, running downwards towards the tap and leaking out between her spread legs, dripping onto the wooden steps. The doctor then closed the tap and let the liquid instead flow further into the rest of the tube, leading it into her body towards her cervix and then into her womb. With another groan she tried to clamp he vagina, as if she could squeeze the tube shut, but she couldn’t. She hardly even felt the tube inside her sex. She also didn’t sense anything happening down there.
“Is… is it going in?” she asked with a trembling voice.
“Yes my dear, it is slowly going into your womb. But don’t worry, it’s only dripping slowly so it will take some time before it becomes uncomfortable.”
“Who…” she panted, “who’s … semen is it?” Because she had recognized the slimy substance inside the bottle as semen and she was surprised to see so much of it. How big was that bottle? Half a litre?
“Prisoners,” he said while he pushed on her stomach to check if the hose was not dislodged by adding pressure. Everything stayed in place.
“Prisoners,” he repeated, “and we had to milk them hard all day to get this much out of them. You have no idea how much trouble that gave us.” He chuckled and patted her on her thigh.
“But don’t worry about that, that’s our problem, not yours.”
Alisa felt tears welling up in her eyes. They were putting semen into her womb, filling her up with semen from strangers, men she had never met or seen. She closed her eyes and hung her head, feeling dizzy and extremely tired at this point.
“Cheer up,” said the doctor while he prepared a syringe for her, “you’ll live long enough to get that pregnant look.”
The doctor then gave her a shot and she instantly fell asleep.
zerns
Governor
This story just gets my creative juices going- among other things. Not sure how it's going to end but the hanging impalement scenes (both parts) are worth the whole read and demand full illustration. Both the measuring of the finial, the dialog and the action itself I would love to illustrate. Not sure how soon I can get to it but with the authors permission...
Doragon
Tribune
That would be amazing. Please, if you want, be my guest. I am so very curious what those illustrations will be like.
zerns
Governor
Doragon, thank you. Really cannot wait to see how you finish her. Love the whole womb, reverse birth, approach. The forced false pregnancy with the sperm drip on the cross is diabolical.
Doragon
Tribune
Chapter 17: Third day of crucifixion - impregnation
(Part 1 of 2)During the night they held shifts to guard her and take care of her. They had made a fire near her, keeping an eye on her naked form which lit up in the night because of the flames. The light danced on her naked shape, making it appear that she moved all the time. But she slept for quite some time. At some point they put a blanket over her to help her body preserve some energy and warmth. She didn’t wake up. Not even when the bottle around her neck had emptied and they replaced it with a second one.
After a few hours she woke up, but still didn’t move much. They removed the straps around her arms which had held her up while she slept, but even then she didn’t move much. During the rest of the night she was very often in a slumped down position, either in squatting position or sitting on the finial with her anus. She slept often but always short. Whenever she woke up, she groaned because of cramping limbs, aching wounds in her wrists and feet, but also the rising ache in her abdomen as more of the semen slowly filled her womb. At sunrise the second bottle around her neck was half empty and her belly was now visibly swollen.
Alisa was taken care of by the two women that always appeared in the morning. They took the bottle from her neck before washing her and massaging her sore limbs. They also fed her some crackers and gave her water to drink. Though Alisa had slept a lot, she still felt extremely tired and when she looked around, she noticed how hard it was to focus on anything. Her vision was blurred and swimming. Her body was aching all over with a dull soreness that gnawed at her mind all the time. Often when she closed her eyes, she slipped away, if only for a moment, falling asleep. But never for long as there was always some ache that woke her up again.
The doctor was brought to the field with an old SUV, likely the same car he had used the previous evening. Once again he brought his equipment with him in a crate and Alisa whimpered softly when she saw him approach.
“Hello girl, how are you feeling today? Did you sleep well?”
“It was horrible,” she said groaning, shaking her head at his cheerful attitude.
“Don’t be so gloomy,” he said with a smile and a pat on her thigh. “Today is the day all your suffering will come to an end.”
She groaned as she knew what he meant – today was the day she would perish and die.
“But first we’re going to make your wish come true,” he said and he inspected the half empty bottle they had already removed from around her neck.
“I had not expected you to finish one entirely,” he said. “Your womb stretched easier and further than I had expected, but in the end the pressure from inside you has prevented the drip to continue.”
She closed her eyes and sighed, feeling nauseous with the idea of having all that semen in her womb right now. She could feel the soreness and tightness inside her abdomen to confirm that.
“We need something to negate the pressure from inside,” he said while rummaging through his crate to get some equipment.
“Why?” she asked softly with trembling voice.
“Because,” he said and he looked up at her with a smile, “because we are going to get you pregnant today.” She groaned with her eyes closed again as he confirmed her suspicion.
“No,” she whimpered softly and started to try and lift herself up.
“I agree, it’s not a real pregnancy,” he said while he removed the second cord from her neck, letting the tube hang loose from her vagina. “But we’ll at least make you look like it before you… erm… die.”
Alisa was too weak to protest much while they started to prepare her for a final and likely very deadly torture. The assistants, the guards, the doctor and even a carpenter were busy preparing her. There was no camera crew present at this time and also no audience.
First they put straps under and around her arms to hang her in an upright position at the cross. Next they removed the finial plug from the pole between her legs, to have complete free space for her underside. The doctor then went to work on the woman, spreading her vagina wide open with a speculum and adjusting the tube that was connected to the valve in her cervix. He connected a hand bulb to the line and after testing it, by squeezing it, he checked if it was capable of pumping a slight amount of liquid into her womb. When he was satisfied he attached a second tube to the bulbous hand pump, before stuffing it into her vagina, positioning it in such a way that even the slightest squeeze of her lower muscles would cause it to pump a few drops of liquid into the two tubes, one of which was connected to her womb, the other was still hanging loose from her vagina. Alisa hardly understood what he was doing as she was too dazed and confused. But she understood he had fitted her with something horrible. And that was just the start of it.
“Open up,” said the doctor to her after he had climbed the steps in front of her crucified body. He was holding a mouth gag in his hands. She refused to open her mouth for the rubber ball, which had lots of little holes in it, and shook her head. But when the doctor pinched her nipples hard, she cried out and he stuffed the rubber ball into her mouth, securing it with a strap behind her head. No longer able to speak, she whimpered softly when he attached the loose hanging rubber tube to the ball, which was attached to the bulb inside her vagina. A second and bigger tube was hanging down from her vagina, connected to the other side of the bulbous pump. This was the entrance of the bulb. When the doctor stepped down, he put a cooling box next to the cross, which was filled with ice packs surrounding a very large bottle. He put the large tube inside the bottle and then used another bulb pump to fill the tube with white liquid, until it had reached the bulb that was stuffed inside her vagina, after which he closed a faucet down there and he closed the system.
“Let’s try it out,” he said while patting her thigh with his large hand. “Squeeze your pussy,” he instructed. She shook her head and whimpered when he grabbed her breast and started to squeeze.
“I’m sorry, but if you don’t squeeze, I’ll have to squeeze you.” She cried out when he squeezed her soft breast hard, digging his fingers deep into the soft sensitive tissue. Involuntarily she squeezed her vagina and panted as she felt a little bit of air puff into her mouth. A second time he made her do that, with the same result. The third time however she felt something cold inside her vagina, the tube that was filling with chilled semen from the large bottle. And at the fourth time she felt a drop of cold liquid dripping in her mouth. She gagged when she recognized the taste of semen.
The doctor was pleased and he let go of her breast. He closed the cooling box and started explaining the system to her hazy and feverish mind.
“Each time you squeeze de bulb inside your vagina, you’ll send a little bit of semen into the tube to your womb and another bit to the tube leading to your mouth gag. Don’t worry though, there’s more semen going into your womb than into your mouth. The mouth part is only to make you conscious of what’s happening down there.” He smiled at her while rubbing a hand over her tummy.
“You can draw in more semen to your mouth by sucking on the gag, so it’s really up to you. I wouldn’t drink much of it though, if I were you. I can’t guarantee all the semen will taste well. Some of it might actually taste horrible.”
She whimpered and stared at him with wide open eyes.
“Where we got such an amount of semen from?” he guessed. “That was actually really hard. The prisoners were already milked for everything they had and none of the locals wanted to donate. But there’s a refugee camp a few miles away and we offered the men there some food in exchange for semen donations. Took all night, but we got a reasonable amount.”
Alisa retched and almost vomited, which the doctor advised against.
“Choking on semen is a bad idea,” he said in a warning tone. And she agreed, despite the fact that it was hard not to feel utterly nauseated.
“Now for the rest,” said the doctor, “I assume you won’t volunteer to squeeze the bulb regularly and fill yourself with semen, right?”
Alisa shook her head, tears dripping from her eyes. When she saw what he was holding next, she closed her eyes while weeping.
zerns
Governor
Cliffhanger?
zerns
Governor
..So she won't volunteer to squeeze the bulb but, what he's holding has made her weep in resignation knowing "it" will. Let me guess what it could be. A whip? Too obvious. Charles' head. Nah, she's over him. A bottle of wine? They're close but she's tied up. A puppy! That's it! No more puppies dear God, i'll do what you want! Dopey ideas aside I hope it's something painful. Something that will hideously extend her suffering as she gives "birth" to her death- I don't want this to end.
Doragon
Tribune
Crosshanger
Doragon
Tribune
Chapter 17: Third day of crucifixion - impregnation
(Part 2 of 2)The doctor left half an hour later, when the crowd started to appear on the field. There were not nearly as many people here as before, but some really wanted to see how things were going to end and so they installed themselves with blankets on the field in front of the cross.
Alisa watched them from her position on the cross, but she could hardly see them because of the tears in her eyes. She was weeping almost continuously and groaning regularly when her lower muscles squeezed in contractions. The doctor had put the metal egg that was used on her a number of times before, inside her rectum, with a chain leading to her clitoris, which was painfully pinched by a sharp clamp. The egg sent a strong electrical shock through her rectum, her vagina and also her clitoris, making her clench hard on the bulbous pump inside her vagina, even though that was the last thing she wanted to do. It happened only once every ten seconds or so. Each time she was forced to squeeze because of the shocking system, she felt a drop of cold liquid flow into her mouth. She also felt a coldness spreading into her lower abdomen. She writhed in agony and horror.
Nobody could really see which torture she was enduring. They did see the rubber tubes leading to her vagina and mouth, but not what they were for. They mostly noticed how Alisa was moving on the cross, a slow dance of lifting herself and lowering her aching body. Her legs trembled, her hands clenched weakly, she was crying, her body was covered in sweat and her wrists and feet were bleeding again. Some noticed how her lower body was sometimes jerking slightly, when a contraction was stronger. Her groans were also noticed.
The cruel doctor had not left her without any supporting measures to help her get through this. He had given her two injections, one as a pick-me-up, like he called it, to boost her energy levels. The second one enhanced her arousal. Alisa fought against this rising arousal with everything she had. Her dance was not only to help her breathe, it was also to hurt herself and fight against the lust her lower body was receiving from her squeezing muscles every few seconds. Sometimes she felt a wave of lust run through her entire lower body and she had to close her eyes and pull at her own wrists to counter the effect by torturing herself.
As she was struggling on the cross, the camera crew returned to the field and started filming the agony she was displaying. They filmed her in close up, images of her facial expressions, which mainly showed despair and agony. Sometimes she looked into the camera with a pleading expression and a desperate groan. The mouth gag made it impossible to speak. Liquid that escaped from between her lips ran down her chin and dripped on her quivering breasts. The camera caught that in close up as well.
Charles and William were brought to the field, both wearing a ragged jumpsuit that used to be orange, but was now pale brown and showing lots of stains of dried blood. They were cuffed but their stumbling made it clear there was nothing left of them to act or try to escape. They were pushed to the ground in front of the cross, not far in front of Alisa. From there they could observe her struggles from nearby. William looked at her struggling body. Charles slumped down and looked to the ground instead.
After an hour of struggling and fighting, Alisa finally felt how the forced excitement started to overwhelm her. Even in between the electrical shocks of her lower body, her muscles started contracting and her hips jerked as she changed from fighting against the arousal she was experiencing, to the struggle to get off without being able to masturbate. Her whimpers and cries grew more desperate and changed tone. Sometimes she grunted very low, almost like a low guttural growl. Then she whimpered in a high-pitched voice. Her body went up and down the cross, her legs trembling, her hips jerking and her muscles spasming. Then, suddenly, it was there. The release was violent and pure horror. As Alisa experienced the convulsions of her forced orgasm, her mouth was filled with chilled sperm from the bottle and she sensed how she sucked in a lot of the spunk with her vagina. She felt cramps in her lower body but the convulsions kept going, hard and violent, while she grunted and growled and almost choked on the semen she had to swallow.
The orgasm finally slowed down and she slumped into a hanging position again, her wrists and feet bleeding from the hard jerking motions she had made. She was panting for air, drawing in deep breaths through her nose, while she felt the egg in her rectum holding still. She knew it would resume shocking her and she dreaded that. When it happened she gave a low grunt and started to lift herself up on the cross again, but she could already sense how she had become so sensitive, she would not be able to hold off another orgasm for long.
Mahdi and the executioner showed up on the field. Alisa watched them with dread as they positioned themselves close to her, watching her struggles from close by without saying a word. With her eyes closed she tried to push them from her mind and kept her inner fight going, but she was losing it fast. Suddenly her body was once again thrown into convulsions as another massive orgasm tore through her lower body, her vagina clamping down hard on the bulb pump, squeezing the semen up into her womb and also into her mouth. She choked on it and convulsed even harder. The semen ran out of her nose. It was suffocating her and Mahdi now reached behind her head to release the strap and pull the gag out of her mouth. She gasped for air, coughing and choking, her whole body shuddering.
“Fuck,” she gasped and spat out some of the semen while she slumped down into a half squatting position. Mahdi watched her as she caught her breath, her body trembling from the incredible ordeal she was going through. Without a word he held the gag in front of her face again. She shook her head and pressed her lips tight. He pushed against her lips and she grunted while the device in her rectum shocked her again.
“Open up,” said Mahdi, pressing the rubber gag against her closed mouth. She gave a muffled cry, not wanting it back in her mouth, but he kept pushing. A hand grabbed her right breast. She didn’t know if it was Mahdi’s hand or the executioner’s, but the fingers dug hard into her soft flesh, squeezing so hard she screamed. The gag was quickly stuffed back into her mouth and tied with the strap behind her head.
Alisa wept as she felt herself being forced into a third cycle, her body now constantly shaking, her hips jerking, her muscles squeezing involuntarily, forced to take in more semen into her body. She saw through her tears how Mahdi stepped back and how he held something in his hand, a stick or something. It reached out, pressed against her breast and suddenly there was fire in her sensitive flesh. Mahdi was shocking her breast with a cattle prod. Her body arched, she pulled herself up with a primitive grunt of pure agony. He pressed the prongs of the device deep into the flesh of her other breast and zapped her again, longer this time. She convulsed, choked, gave guttural cries of agony. Her whole universe erupted in pain, there was only pain, pure and flaming horrible pain. And yet there was also excitement. The shocks inside her rectum tore through her genital area and made her convulse. She started cumming again, despite the pain, or maybe because of the pain. She had lost all track and shook her head wildly while her body convulsed in another terrible orgasm, while Mahdi kept torturing her breasts with the cattle prod.