The Sentence

The sentence given to the unfortunate couple was the talk of the town and the horrified villagers could scarcely contain their excitement. Captain Raymond and his betrothed, the lovely Lady Josephine had conspired to kill the King and turn the Kingdom into a Republic. They had amassed a small army of support but they spoke with the wrong people. They were caught when Constable Sallers forced a confession from one of the unfortunate couple's best friend.

The Grim judge read the Sentence in a clear but low monotone. Captain Raymond, and Lady Josephine, you have both been found guilty of sedition and the sentence is death. Your acts of sedition have been extensive and repeated and accordingly, your sentence shall not be light. Therefore, you shall each die by the following means:

Captain Raymond, beginning at nightfall you will be chained in the great hall and tormented by slave girls continuously and without reprieve. You will be touched and caressed throughout the night but will be given no release.

You will have an unobstructed view throughout the night of Lady Josephine while she is raped and abused repeatedly and without reprieve.

On the morrow you shall both be taken to the Town Square and tied to the timber mare facing one another. Captain Raymond shall have sacks of grain tied to each of his legs. The hot sun will replace the hot caresses on each of your bodies. When the shadows grow long and your backs and bodies are bright red and blistered from your day in the sun you will be scourged, one after the other, before the crowds. That night, at a feast in honor of Constable Sallers who discovered the evil plot to overthrow our rightful and divinely ordained Monarch, the guests will watch and record your deaths.

Captain Raymond, your swollen manly parts will be crushed slowly in the crushers. At the height of the feast you will be crucified naked before the crowds, and there you will hang until dead. Other Punishments may also be administered at the discretion of the Captain of the Guard

Lady Josephine, your well punished womanly parts will be ripped with the pear. At the height of the feast, you will be impaled naked before the crowds, and there you will squirm until dead. Other Punishments may also be administered at the discretion of the Captain of the Guard.

Raymond turned slightly pale at the judgement but made no sound, while the Lady swooned and appeared ready to pass out. Then she let out an anguished sob before she broke down, weeping hysterically. Captain Raymond slowly turned his head and closed his lips while breathing controlled breaths through his nose.

The guards took them to a holding cell where they were kept closely chained and forced them to drink several liters of foul tasting liquids. The unhappy couple was given a veritable cocktail of stimulants and several other drugs provided by the prison doctor. The dosage for two of these had to be closely regulated based on the body weight of the recipient. These would be injected periodically throughout the prisoner's ordeal in order to make the punishment as unbearable as humanly possible.

One of the injected drugs caused intense anxiety. The feeling of anxiety could be quickly brought to an unbearable level. Although the drug causes psychosis in humans at high doses, at low doses, the recipient merely feels a greatly heightened sense of the presence of other people, and a heightened level of caution. This is useful for treating some types of psychosis. However, as the dosage goes up, the mild tug of concern becomes a building fear deep in the belly. This combines with a rapidly growing feeling of shame and helplessness, perfect to enhance the punishment that awaited the prisoners. They will be given enough to cause a significant increase in heart and respiration, so they are gasping for breath and on the brink of panic. They will be given enough to cause unreasonable terror and fear, and then they will be given a little bit more. The well deserved feelings of terror and dismay at the brutal and ugly fate awaiting them would be magnified many times over and the agonizing feeling of shame and complete desperation would soon consume them.

Lady Josephine was given a high dose of this drug for the start of her execution. The prim, virginal Lady was about to be brutally gang raped by dozens of men and her natural sense of shame and embarrassment would have been an unbearable torture even without the drugs. On them she could only sob in utter despair while she waited for the rapes to proceed over and over again.

Another of the injected drugs is a cocktail used by torturers throughout the world. One drug stimulates the sensory motor system and causes greatly heightened tactile sensitivity while a stimulant prevents the victim from passing out. At the carefully calibrated dosage, Lady Josephine and Captain Raymond would feel each indignity and torture inflicted on them with more than double the ferocity. Each indignity would explode like fire across their bodies and when the pain became unbearable, the welcome respite of unconsciousness would be denied. Initially, the Captain was just given a touch of this drug while the Lady was given a comparatively much larger amount.

The Lady was also given an aphrodisiac that literally made her pussy burn and seep fluid. She squirmed in terror and need, unsure of what was happening to her. The drugs insured that the Lady Josephine felt every thrust, of her rapes many times over while the slaps and pinches felt as if she was being hit by a baseball bat, or pinched with pliers. The virgin Lady had saved herself for marriage and was especially embarrassed about all matters touching on sex so, in addition to enhancing the torment, the drugs insured that her experience would be unbearably humiliating as well as unbearably painful.

When darkness fell over the town, Raymond and the Lady were brought to the throne room. Each was clothed only in a thin robe with a small loincloth covering the genitals. Raymond lay on a slightly elevated dais at the end of the room. He was almost, but not quite, sitting up, with his back against several large pillows. His hands were tied tightly behind his back and his feet were tied, slightly spread, to two rings set at the base of the platform.

Lady Josephine was on her back on a small bench. A chain link harness was attached around her voluptuous body, which allowed a variety of ties and positions. Currently the wrist chains were attached to her neck and also to her ankles, spreading her legs for the coming assault. Lady Josephine shivered uncontrollably, her body feeling as though a thousand ants were crawling across it. Every nerve ending was on fire while her pussy was warm and moist. She could not help the clenching and unclenching of her throbbing womanhood or the quivering of her hips.

One by one their tormenters were presented. The crowd laughed as the girls swirled before the helpless criminals, dancing their beauty to them while guardsmen taunted the helpless

Lady, occasionally reaching out to cruelly squeeze a breast with both hands, or pinch and twist a nipple between their fingers. They laughed when they felt the wetness between her legs and tormented her calling her a “filthy slut” and “horny bitch.”

Later, as he was near death on the cross, Raymond thought how the girls were almost worse than the scourging. They were relentless and incredibly skilled. They had their orders and they delighted in their work. The Lady was already almost insane with despair, the drugs working a terrible injury in her mind. As she waited for the inevitable rapes a deep shame came with the realization that in her drug induced state, she actually wanted the men to touch her throbbing pussy.

Tia and Rapheal began the night's festivities. They were two of the least experienced pleasure slaves but each had great promise. Tia was a 17-year-old blond with an athletic build and long hair that hung below the small of her back. She had thick, full lips that were covered with a dark pink rouge for the occasion. Rapheal was a dark skinned brunette with medium length hair. She was bred a pleasure slave and still a virgin at 15 though she had pleasured many men with her hands, mouth, and anus. Both girls were selected for their demure and delicate mannerisms.

They spent some time with Raymond, kissing and licking his lips, his neck and chest. They stripped one at a time for him and Rapheal even showed him her intact hymen and thinly haired pussy, rubbing its wetness against his feet and fingers. Neither of them touched the raging erection or made any attempt to uncover him.

The two girls also teased the Lady by gently fondling her breasts & genitals with their hands. She closed her eyes and sobbed as fluid began seeping out from between her legs and down the crack of her ass.

After several minutes of this torment, a 3 rd and then a 4 th slave girl approached the bench where the Lady was strapped down. Tia and Rapheal both began to work over Raymond, gently and slowly caressing him. The new girls, Rachael and Donna, began intimately touching the Lady, rubbing lubricated fingers over nipples and touching her inner thighs before gently flicking her throbbing clitoris. Then Donna took up position between the Lady's legs. She used her mouth like a suction cup, kissing the tender inner thighs and lower stomach before gently licking the exposed and enlarged nub that was the center of the Lady's pleasure. Meanwhile, Rachael took the helpless woman's right nipple into her mouth while manipulating the left one with her fingers. When Donna began licking and sucking on the nub in earnest, the team of girls brought the Lady to several whimpering orgasms in just a few minutes.

After her 3 rd orgasm, one of the guardsman walked up to the couch. Lady Josephine lay on her back with her eyes closed, lost in the pleasure. Rachael left the Lady while Tia left Raymond. They approached the newcomer and quickly stripped him of his clothing. Rachael took his quickly hardening member into her mouth while Tia passionately licked his balls, taking each one into her mouth, one at a time. Meanwhile, Donna held the Lady on the brink or Orgasm, stopping just before the next lick would have put her over the edge for a 4 th time.

The Guardsman had a massive cock. When Rachael let it slide out of her mouth, the organ was an angry purple with a head some 4 inches in diameter and a length of almost a foot.

Tia took a strange object from the shelf next to the bench. It was a belt with a large phallus attached to it. She started to strap it onto the man, placing his erect penis inside the artificial cock. Lady Josephine gasped in horror and started to beg hysterically. The man smiled as he fastened the belt around his waist, making some careful adjustments to the object. His intention was clear. He was going to fuck the helpless virgin with this thing.

The surface of the phallus was covered with many tiny metal particles, not particularly sharp and not large enough to cause serious damage, but the thought of forcing that object into a virgin woman's cunt was nothing short of horrifying. The particles made the outside of the object rough and uneven, almost like sandpaper. The object also added nearly an inch to the already tremendous girth that was about to be placed inside of the terrified woman. She was too terrified to scream. The sweat was pouring out of her inflamed body. At a signal the two girls easily unhooked her ankle chains from the wrist wrings and spread her legs as wide as they would go.

The guard approached her from the front, pushed both his thumbs into her cunt and spread it widely and violently. Than, with one sudden blow, he pushed that thing he was wearing into her. It only penetrated a couple of inches but the reaction was electric. Lady Josephine stiffened and then screamed and struggled but the chains held her fast. The man grinned and pushed a couple of inches deeper into her pussy smiling wider when he reached her intact hymen. For a moment it didn't look like the whole cock would fit, and it took the soldier several minutes of careful probing and thrusting. Eventually, putting the entire weight of his body into it, he forced the entire phallus into her pussy, ripping her maidenhead to shreds about halfway through the process.

Then he pulled out most of the way. The crowd could see how the woman's pussy was stretched by the unnaturally large cock. Thin flaps of skin from her hymen, and streaks of virgin blood stuck to the phallus. The man did not attempt to plunge in all at once again, as many in the crowd expected. He was under careful orders not to rip or tear the delicate pussy. More than 50 men would follow him in the rape marathon and they certainly didn't want to kill her, not yet. However, after several careful but deep strokes, he began to gradually pick up the pace. By the end he was pulling all the way out of the woman's body and then plunging in again all at once, fucking her savagely. After several minutes of pistoning in and out of the screaming woman, the man suddenly pulled out and sat up on the edge of the bench, ripping off the artificial phallus. Raphael took the hard organ into her mouth, working it with her tongue and lips. Within just a few seconds, she started deep throating the man who groaned and obligingly shot blast after blast of spunk straight down her throat.

While this lewd scene was going on, another guard approached the bench. Tia took his hardening member into her mouth. When he was fully erect, the guard jumped on the Lady and entered her with one thrust. After a few seconds of deep, vigorous thrusting, he jumped up and unceremoniously threw her over the bench on her stomach, facing the crowd. He slipped back into her pussy in one deep stroke. He raped her with hard punishing strokes for several minutes and then pulled out and aimed the organ at the helpless ladies tight bunghole. Ignoring her desperate cries of pain, the man proceeded to fuck her ass with abandon until he came.

Meanwhile, Vella, an older, voluptuous redhead approached Raymond . She teased him with her large breasts, rubbing them against his mouth, pointing the hard nipples between his lips. Vella performed a slow, sensuous strip tease in front of Raymond, straddling his body with her legs as she peeled off her silk, taking care not to block the vaginal and anal rape taking place a few feet from his head. Finally, she lay on top of the helpless Raymond with her pussy inches from his face and masturbated herself. Slowly, at first, she worked her clit around and around in a circle. Then faster and faster until she orgasmed. As one hand worked around her clit, the other hand worked its way into her pussy. Vella had three fingers deep inside her soft walls and was working on the fourth when she came, spasming and jerking and screaming with pleasure.

Then, while another man slowly and leisurely raped the Lady, Trinten slowly pulled off Raymond's loincloth. She was the first to actually touch his penis and took great pleasure in working her hand slowly, ever so slowly up and down the rock hard shaft. Gathering up some of the pre-cum that was oozing out of his cock, Trinten wrapped her meaty hand around Raymond. She rubbed up and down a few times and then opened a small bottle of oil into her palm. Slowly she began to stroke up and down Raymond's penis. Her pace was so slow it was maddening and to Raymond, it was excruciating. Her hand started at the tip of Raymond s wet cock and worked its way down, slowly, ever so slowly to the base. Her soft, well-oiled hands barely touched the swollen organ as she ran them over his glans. Then starting at the base she slowly raised the hand until it was at the tip again. Each stroke took more than 10 seconds and she did this for a long time, her light, feathery touch making Raymond grunt and squirm. Each time Raymond was about to cum, Trinten would either take her hand off at the last second, or, if she had not timed it right she would grab the swollen tip with one hand and his swollen balls with the other and squeeze tightly. After a while, Raymond was so aroused that Trinten had to back off. She formed her left thumb and forefinger into a thin circle and used this to rub up and down slowly on his cock while her right hand tickled his testicles. Raymond was bathed in sweat and for the first time started to kick and struggle. He bucked and squirmed, trying desperately to increase the friction on his throbbing organ. The guests watching the torture laughed.

After a second and then a third rape and while the slow, agonizing masturbation of Raymond continued, the Lady Josephine was allowed to catch her breath. Now, just as Raymond started to buck and groan, two fresh guardsmen approached the bench where his lover was chained. Alicia and Kendra followed the men to the bench and immediately dropped to their knees to begin sucking on the quickly hardening rods. When they were both hard, one of the men untied the lady and threw her off the bench. He then took his place on it, stretching out his body while his rock hard shaft thrust straight up into the air. Lady Josephine was instructed to sit on top of the relaxed man and take his cock into her body. Not having any idea what they planned for her, the Lady, trembling, shaking and sobbing uncontrollably mounted the man, sliding his cock easily into her pussy. She was facing the crowd who immediately started cheering and yelling. The slave girls in the room started laughing, and began telling the prim lady how to move to bring the man pleasure. She closed her eyes in shame, tears flowing freely out of the shut lids, but obediently started to move her hips in the familiar and universal in and out movements.

Little did the Lady know the pain that awaited her from these two men. Standing behind and to the side while the Lady faced the crowd, Alicia took the already used phallus with the sharp metal particles and strapped it on the other man. Then they turned the bench part of the way around so the crowd would have a perfect view of the next step in the Lady's ordeal.

After several minutes of fucking, the Lady began to heat up, moving more frantically and grinding her body into the man beneath her. That was when the man with the thick, sandpaper like phallus approached her squirming body from behind. He pushed apart her butt cheeks and started to poke into her butt with his fingers. He poked into her dripping pussy from behind and then brought the slippery oil to her brown puckered eye, using some of the slippery liquid to whet down the metal streaked phallus that he was wearing.

The Lady was approaching another orgasm, her helpless moans the signal for the man standing behind her to point the sharp tip of the phallus at her puckered bung hole and start to push inside. The reaction was not surprising. Some men in the audience were guessing that the object would not fit into the woman's tight ass. The object was far too big and terrible. They underestimated the sadistic abilities of the guards. Although the pain was clearly excruciating judging by her uncontrolled screaming and shaking, the man was able to force all of the metal grating object into her butt. Slowly pulling out caused a new flurry of begging and screaming while beneath her, the man reclining on the bench was clearly enjoying the frantic ride he was getting from the doubly impaled woman.

Trinten almost lost control of Raymond, so great were his struggles as he tried desperately to help his horribly abused lover. Alicia took over. Alicia was another beautiful brunette tease. She didn't actually masturbate Raymond until right at the end when her brutal but subtle teasing could no longer keep Raymond hard. She started by playing a concerto on the flute as she walked to Raymond's dais. The crowd laughed at the rich joke. The gentle, music playing Alicia competed with the screaming, tortured rape victim. Alicia kissed and rubbed and touched the helpless prisoner all over his body while he continued to struggle and cry at his lover's horrible fate. Alicia spent a long time flicking her tongue over Raymond's nipples and smiled as his raging cock became even harder. She rubbed her fingernails softly up and down Raymond's thighs and kissed his neck while whispering hotly into his ear. Alicia wants to make you come, master but she has been ordered not to. Please forgive Alice, master. Alice intermittently caressed and rubbed the helpless prisoner just enough to keep him hard.

Raymond cried out in agony as the man fucking Lady Josephine's butt started to pound into her, the metal scraping her insides and drawing frantic pleas for mercy. The Lady suddenly stopped screaming as she passed out. A cold bucket of water took care of that problem and the man behind her started to pound into her again. Finally, after a long, long time, the man wearing metal and leather sandpaper dick came in great grunts and spurts. As he pulled out, he turned to the crowd to show them the blood dripping from his weapon.

The other man grabbed her by the buttocks and started to rock her back and forth, masturbating himself in the impaled tunnel. He came quickly and immediately jumped up, throwing the Lady back onto the bench. She lay there, crying hysterically, blood dripping from her rectum.

Another man approached the woman. He lay down with her, fondling and kissing her gently as she sobbed for mercy. He was patient and waited for her to respond to him before he took her, slowly like a lover. Man after man mockingly approached the Lady and gently kissing and rubbing her body and forced her to respond to them. Then they raped her often brutally and with the intent to cause her pain.

During this series, Kendra approached Raymond. Kendra was the worst. She was a beautiful, slim blonde with hair that ran down the small of her back. Her lips were very full and pouting. While Raymond watched, Kendra pulled the back of her hair into a long ponytail and licked the bright red rouge on her lips. She never took off any of the silk that she wore, but it was revealing enough. Her hard nipples could be seen clearly through the diaphanous silk along with the bright red pussy lips. The curve of her inner thigh was enough to drive a man mad with lust. Kendra was very popular among the men and specialized in giving oral pleasure. Tonight her talents were put on display for all in the castle.

She began by licking Raymond all over his body, his lips, his neck, and his nipples. Her hot kisses had Raymond panting in a very short time. Then she traced a trail down his stomach and spent a long time licking and nipping at Raymond s inner thighs before taking one of his swollen balls inside of her mouth. His balls were swollen to almost twice there original size after hours of stimulation and his breath came in ragged, agonized gasps as Kendra worked the delicate organs around her talented mouth. Next she grabbed the base of Raymond's cock and pulled back the foreskin. She began slowly licking with her soft tongue up and down his cock, treating it like a lollipop. Kendra paid special attention to the glans on either side of the cock, fluttering her tongue over and over them before returning to the base. Raymond's balls swelled even more under the slave girl's tender ministrations. Kendra had a very sensitive mouth and could tell whenever Raymond was approaching orgasm. She spent a long time just licking and fluttering until Raymond thought he would go insane. Then she started to suck his cock in earnest. Kendra wrapped her full lips around his cock and started to go down deeply until it hit the back of her throat. More than ¾'s of the thick shaft was in her throat before Kendra gagged slightly and began to pull off of him, running her tongue over and over the head while the cock stayed buried deep into her mouth. Kendra, being an expert, kept her hands busy rubbing the exposed portion of the shaft and playing with Raymond s balls. She blew him with a supreme expertise and within seconds had him on the brink of orgasm. Then she backed off, gumming the shaft with just her lips and not sucking or putting any pressure on the head. Alternatively sucking, licking gumming, and occasionally stopping, Kendra kept Raymond on the brink of orgasm for nearly an hour. She only stopped when all of her skills could not keep Raymond hard any more and his eyes were glazed over in pain. When Kendra left him, Raymond's balls had begun to take on a dark blue appearance and were swollen almost to the size of golf balls.

The Lady was not ignored during this lewd oral performance. Several of the men slowly and gently raped her while Kendra's mouth and lips drew grunts and groans of agony from Raymond. After a time, when Raymond was struggling and arching his body, another man approached the bench and sat down beside the Lady. He started to kiss her neck and whispered, “You have such a beautiful mouth, will you suck my cock.”

When the Lady turned away, the man smiled and whispered again into her ear: “If you don't make me come in your mouth, I will have to put on the toy and come in your butt.”

Lady Josephine opened her eyes in terror. She immediately opened her mouth and started to try to do to the guard what Kendra was doing to her lover. Her mouth was stretched over the guards penis. The prim Lady started to run her tongue over the head and move her mouth back and forth over the rod. She took him deeply into her throat while tears ran down her face. Not surprisingly, the man started to respond almost immediately to this welcome stimulation.

When he grabbed the Lady by the head and started to buck up into her mouth, it was only a few seconds before he came in great spurts directly into her mouth.

Another man approached, his hard dick pointing at the Lady. He took his place atop her and inserted his penis into her. After a few vigorous thrusts the rapist smiled down at his victim and said: “I am going to come in your mouth and if you dare to spill one drop you will be very sorry.” Grabbing her chin, the man forced her to look him in the eyes.

The look of utter hopelessness made him smile. Now she would do anything that was commanded. She was completely broken. He pulled out of her pussy and swung his legs around so he was sitting on the edge of the bench. Then he grabbed Lady Josephine by the hair and shoulder and threw her to the floor at his feet. The man penis glistened with clear fluid and some streaks of blood. Sobbing, the Lady began her task without any hesitation.

The Rapes went on and on, seemingly without any ending to them. Man after man, mostly one at a time, raped the helpless Lady Josephine. So many demanded oral sex that the Lady's knees were scraped and bleeding from the cement floor well before the multiple rapes had fucked her pussy raw.

At some point during the ordeal, Kendra lost Raymond. Even her incredible skills were unable to keep Raymond hard. After he lost his erection, the next few girls simply rubbed his shoulders and toweled down his wet, sweating body. Raymond was allowed to watch several rapes unobstructed. For the first time in hours, Raymond's ragged breathing slowed down and despite the terrible scene in front of him, started to drift off, exhausted, to sleep.

His rest was short lived because later in the evening, as the clock struck midnight, Fiqua brought Raymond to the peak of frustration. By this time, Lady Josephine had been fucked raw. Each new man was a torture that became worse and worse. The pain from the repeated thrusts was an intense agony but still the rapes continued, over and over again without any let up. Most of the men simply approached the woman, kissed her and rubbed her breasts until he was hard enough, and then, unceremoniously, mounted the woman for a quick fuck. The pain was building and building with each man until each thrust into her raw pussy caused unbearable pain.

When the Lady had stopped screaming in pain and could only moan, Fiqua approached Raymond. Fiqua was a brown-eyed Indian girl who was unbelievably sensual and beautiful. Every time the girl moved her body just betrayed her. She was an animal, a trained pleasure slave whose only purpose in life was not to be a helpless vessel (though that had occurred often enough) but rather to be a passionate, willing participant in the pleasure of men. Her lovemaking abilities were almost as legendary in the town as her dancing. Fiqua was a dancer of rare talent and her master often rented her out for parties and other affairs for the pleasure of men. This night, Fiqua had been given a special task, one beyond the abilities of almost every other woman in the world. When she joined the three women rubbing Raymond's body the team of slave girls began to get more and more daring with their caresses. Their kisses became more and more passionate. Before, long, the brief rest Raymond was given showed its effectiveness as his cock began to rise. When he was hard enough, Fiqua mounted him slowly, letting the crowd see as her wetness enclosed the semi-hard and chafed cock in front of her. The girl was merciless, riding the exhausted Raymond with experienced perfection. Soon, even through the fatigue a deeper part of Raymond began to respond to the pleasure. The crowd started to cheer as Raymond spasmodically, against all will began to hump upwards into the beautiful slave girl. She cooperated for several seconds, moving her body in opposition to Raymond and letting his cock slide in and out of her willing body. The effect on Raymond was exactly as intended. He began to actually think that his long delayed orgasm would finally be consummated. He threw back his head in pleasure, losing himself for the moment as he thrust upwards against the arching, straining Fiqua. As his orgasm approached, Fiqua gave no hint of the frustrations to come and at the last possible moment, just as Raymond could feel the orgasm go through his body, she pulled off of the hapless and helpless man

Raymond let out a long scream of agony and started to squirm and kick his legs, trying desperately to gain some leverage and get just the tiny bit of friction that he needed. The crowd laughed uproariously at the squirming man. Fiqua backed off and let the clock in the great hall ring twelve times.

After a few more seconds, just as Raymond's cock started to deflate, Fiqua motioned to the guards with a preselected signal. Two of them picked up Raymond so the chains on his ankles were pulled tightly against the rings set in the ground. Another guard slipped a short wooden chair under his buttocks. A fourth attached a sturdy vertical pole to another ring set in the floor near Raymond's head. Raymond's hands were untied from behind his back and quickly shackled to the pole with a short chain. Fiqua adjusted the pillows around Raymond's upper back and pushed him up against the pole. The effect was to leave him stretched out, half sitting up and half lying down, with his body about 2 feet above the floor.

Fiqua put one of her hands on Raymond's chest and used the other to guide his semi-hard cock into her talented pussy. The slave girl fucked him slowly this time, grinding her pubic bone into his pelvis as she took the entire rod into her hot body. Raymond immediately noticed that the speed wasn't the only thing that was different about there "lovemaking" this time. Fiqua was working her pussy muscles around and around his cock, clenching and unclenching as she slowly rode up and down the shaft. For the first of many, many times during his sentence, Raymond started to beg for mercy as he approached his orgasm yet again.

This time, tied as he was, Raymond could get very little leverage to thrust upwards into the girl who was straddling his body. Fiqua, on the other hand, had both her hands free, she had the pole next to Raymond's head to balance on, she had Raymond's cock at just the right level so she could comfortably squat over the formidable instrument- and she had her extensive experience. Fiqua moved slowly up and down, taking Raymond even more slowly up the hill to another orgasm. Fiqua paid careful attention to the feelings in her pussy and watched Raymond's face very carefully for the right moment to stop moving. When she did it was almost like an electrical shock to Raymond. He started to squirm and attempt to thrust upwards into the girl, but she had her special orders and every time Raymond moved so would the slave girl. This time she did not move in opposition to Raymond. Every time he would thrust or squirm, Fiqua would move with him, canceling out any friction on his throbbing organ. She held Raymond at the very peak of his pleasure for several minutes in this way. Because he was not permitted to orgasm, the aching in Raymond's lower stomach soon turned into a terrible burning pain. After some time of this torture, and with almost no friction on his aching cock, Raymond started to come down from his peak.

That was when the real torture began. With the erection buried up her tight, wet pussy, and continuing to cancel almost all of the friction that Raymond could muster, Fiqua began clenching and unclenching her pelvic floor muscles around the glans on Raymond's cock. The soft, slippery, undulating folds around his cock kept Raymond hard and brought him to the brink of orgasm almost immediately. Just as immediately, Fiqua stopped the stimulation. Using this method, with his cock buried balls deep into her body, Fiqua kept giving Raymond just enough stimulation to keep him on the edge of orgasm but never enough to bring him over the edge. She fucked him until she was to exhausted to continue. She fucked him in several positions, once bringing Raymond to the edge of yet another orgasm and then pulling off of him again. Then she turned around and faced the cheering crowds and backed up to Raymond before sinking down forcefully onto his cock. Then she licked her hands and started rubbing them on Raymond's balls. When she finally pulled off of Raymond, releasing his exposed and bleeding cock to the air, it was nearly three in the morning and most of the guests had left for the evening.

 

There was just 3 hours of darkness left before the new day of torture dawned for Raymond and during that time, teams of slave girls continued to work him over. Some spent the hours rubbing his chafed cock while another licked and sucked his swollen and dark blue testicles. Just that minor pressure on the sensitive organs caused excruciating agony but even when he passed out from the pain, the girls continued their sinister work until the dawn.

Most cruelly, one of them rubbed poison ivy leaves on Raymond. She rubbed the leaves all over his cock and balls and between his butt cheeks, taking special care to get the poisonous oil all over his perineum and even inside his butt hole. In a few hours, when the poison ivy reaction set in, he would be hanging crucified. His butt would be riding a rough curved peg and taking most of his body weight as the itching blisters started to appear and grew worse and worse as Raymond screamed and squirmed in misery.

Then for good measure, she rubbed fresh leaves on the inside of Raymond's legs in his tender inner thighs and then on his feet.

More than 50 men had raped the Lady before the dawn, in an agonizing marathon. The rapes continued throughout the night, each of the men drawing blood from the Lady onto his organ. Some of the men were kind to her and treated her, mockingly, like a lover. Some men raped her butt, some made her suck them off, some raped her butt and then made her suck them off, taking the slick, shit covered organ into her mouth. All of the men were brutal and cruel at the end, pinching and squeezing a nipple, slapping her face or whispering in her ear what a terrible slut she was and how she deserved this abuse, how they could hardly wait to see her squirming on the stake.

The lady was also due for the poison ivy treatment and the cruel slave girl applied the leaves with gusto. Deep up the crease of her legs, behind the knees and all over the top of her feet. She new the lady was due to be beaten on the bottoms of her feet and she did not want to waste any of the poison ivy oil. The bottoms of her feet were going to be dripping blood soon enough.

At first light, when the market square was just beginning to fill with shoppers and the city streets fill with people, Raymond and the Lady Josephine were forced through the streets, naked and surrounded by guards. They stopped at the Punishment Square. On a raised platform were the whipping post, several pillories and stocks and a large wood carved triangle. The triangle only vaguely resembled a sawhorse, standing on four legs and being about 6 feet off the ground. The center beam was carved like a pyramid with the top being a sharp point no more than 2 inches wide while the bottom of the beam reached down more than 2 feet and widened to a base nearly 3 feet below the point. This triangular beam was set on the four legs of the horse.

Raymond was familiar with the Timber Mare, having sentenced some of his men to the Mare for an hour as a punishment for middle level offenses. He knew the grievous pain it would cause when he was set upon it and how the pain would be unbearable by the end of the day.

Lady Josephine had no appreciation whatsoever for this ingenious form of torture. The entire weight of the body is not made to be supported by a sharp bar between the legs. Moreover, the Lady was already bent over in pain, her pussy walls chafed and burned. The outside of her womanhood was not in any better shape and it would be this part of her body that would rub around and around the rough wood.

Raymond's hands remained tied behind his back and he was lifted, ropes on his shoulders up to a high height and allowed to drop his perineum onto the beam. A rope was placed around his neck, securing him to the front of the beam and preventing him from falling backwards. His feet were tied to 70 pound bags of grain and these were released, securing him to the beam with all of the weight of his body plus the 140 pounds tied to his legs being held up by just the four inch small, sensitive perineum- the area between his cock and ass. This entire area was swollen and dark blue already from the hours of abuse the night before and Raymond knew he was in for an indescribable amount of pain over the rest of the day. His large bruised and discolored testicles lay on either side of the sharp beam, rasping against the rough wood every time he would move. Soon, Raymond was squirming helplessly on the beam and crying softly to himself, “Ahhh..Oh God, Oh God.” The constant squirming is what gave the name of the punishment- riding the timber mare. Soon Raymond's pelvic region was covered with dark bruises, chafed and bleeding from his rubbing against the sharp beam and he just put down his head, crying softly to himself and moaning in agony.

The Lady was not faring any better. Her battered pussy was made to take the entire weight of her body, supported by the thin rough wood. She cried and squirmed in pain as her bound body was placed over the sharp rail. The men stretched her pussy lips so they rubbed on either side and the wood penetrated deeply into her body. Within just a few minutes, she was squirming uncontrollably, her battered and chafed sex bruised over and over again.

When she was first set upon the beam, the Lady gasped in pain as one of the most sensitive portions of her anatomy was bruised and chafed by the wood. The pain built up in that tiny bruised area until she had to shift so the weight of her body rested on a different, slightly less bruised area. Soon she was scraping the lips of her pussy back and forth across the beam, shuddering in agony while she helplessly struggled to find a position that would ease the pain.

Soon the heat of the bright sun began to shine on their backs and by the middle of the day, as promised, the couple's back and neck began to take on a red and then a bright red tint. Blisters were forming on his shoulders from the heat and the bright sun. By the time they were finally taken down from the instrument of torture, Raymond could not even walk and his back was a mass of burned and blistered flesh. His testicles were hugely swollen and the dark blue was just beginning to show a sickly yellow tint.

If you looked closely, you could see the first of the poison ivy blisters forming on those tender, swollen testicles.

Lady Josephine was in even more pain. As the guards dragged her off the device, they held apart her legs so the crowd could inspect her battered womanhood Her pussy lips were rubbed raw and had turned from the light pink that they were at the beginning of the night into a deep purple with dark red blood dripping from several places. The crowd roared at her reaction as one of the guards roughly fondled her pussy. When he inserted a finger into her swollen tightness, her struggles were so powerful and her desperate howls of pain so loud that she was able to pull her hand out of the grip of one of the guards. He quickly subdued her and the trio quickly tied the Lady's hands in front of her naked body. Then they simply sat Lady Josephine down on the ground as they went for Raymond.

Raymond had been on the torture device for almost 8 hours. He bravely held his tongue but his face bore the mark of a man in terrible pain as the rough guards dragged him off the structure, sending several splinters into his body. One splinter pierced his sack and a thin trickle of red and white fluid began to bubble out of the small wound.

In spite of the pain, Raymond was not given a chance or reprieve because the guards immediately dragged him, bent over in pain, to the whipping post. The guards raised his arms and forced them above his head while his wrists were tied with two leather straps dangling from the top of the post. The whip-master examined the bound prisoner with interest. He dangled from the straps tied to the top of the post. His hands were spread and his fists kept clenching and unclenching as he tried to catch his balance. Finally Raymond did and stood leaning against the post. Then he turned around and gave his tormenter a look of hatred before returning to the post.

The whip-master smiled. He had chosen the bullwhip, an 8 foot long and leather lash tipped with a small steel ball. The whip was guaranteed to cut deep into the skin with each lash. He knew Raymond wouldn't keep his attitude for long as he stepped back and uncoiled the whip. He swung it in a wide bow over his head and delivered the first lash with all strength he could muster. The whip whistled sharply through the air before it cracked on the victim's bare back, right across his burned shoulders, and when he yanked it back the steel ball left a deep bloody mark on the left side of his neck. The heavy strap left a long dripping welt across Raymond's shoulders.

One of the soldiers began to count the lashes while the prisoner's head was tossing back, but despite the searing, burning line of fire that crashed across his shoulders, he managed to choke off the scream, whimpering quietly. The whip-master was impressed by the self-control of Raymond but was determined that Raymond would be given the full treatment and wanted him to remember and fully feel every blow of the whip. He waited until Raymond had regained full composure to face the next lash before delivering it with sickening power across Raymond's lower back. Raymond let out an unintelligible cry as the whip indented his back, and this time the guard did not give him any time to recover.

The cruel whip-cracks echoed through the backyard, followed by the monotonous enumeration of the lashes. By the Tenth lash the guard had the prisoner where he wanted him. Raymond gave up trying to stifle his moans, and from this point on, his reactions

became more and more intense with each lash. Several times his body twisted so hard that he faced his tormentor. The Whipmaster took these opportunities to lash Raymond's front, leaving bloody welts also across his chest and belly. One lash even crashed into his right breast, obliterating the nipple.

After twenty lashes Raymond's back was hanging in shreds. After a few more, he was unable to support himself and just hung by the wrists as blow after blow rained down on him. For the last few strokes Raymond hung limply at his bonds with tears running down his face.

He was nearly unconscious when the whipping stopped and the centurion came over to evaluate his condition. He grabbed a handful of hair and twisted his head around to see his glazed eyes. He listened to his breathing and looked at the scourge marks. He decided Raymond had been whipped enough and ordered him o be untied. When Raymond was released from the post, he slid on the floor, and for a moment he squatted with his face in the dust of the yard, displaying the marks of the brutal flogging to the horrified crowd. His broad back was literally torn to pieces by criss-crossing welts, and streams of blood trickled down his sides.

The guards gave him some time to catch his breath while the crowd had the opportunity to watch the welts and the spurting blood. Raymond slumped to the floor, unconscious. But the guards did not let the mercy of unconsciousness to last. They took a large bucket full of cold salt water and threw it over his body. The cold salt water woke up the prisoner immediately. He rolled around on the ground and howled in pain like a wounded animal.

Then it was the Lady Josephine's turn to face the lash. Two of the attackers dragged her off the floor while two others grabbed whips, taking a position on either side of her as she was bent over the bench. While one guard held her bound hands, another fastened the Lady's legs to the bench, spreading them widely for the coming assault.

The whips held by these guards were very different than those used on Raymond. They were more designed to inflict agonizing pain than to rip her skin to pieces. Still, there would be plenty of blood before the brutal job was completed. Two guardsmen each held 5 foot long, ½ inch thick, hard, leather straps attached to a heavy handle. The straps were heavy and stiff., perhaps 3 inches across. One lash was tipped with a set of heavy metal studs at the business end while the other had a blunt metal tip. The leather belts were hard and brand new, having been manufactured just for this event.

The Lady was bent over the bench in a humiliating posture, her bare, quivering butt cheeks facing the crowd. The two lictors stood on either side of the woman behind her, making sure to provide the crowd an unobstructed view of her punishment. Then a large mirror was rolled out in front of the Lady. This let her watch and anticipate the blows, while the crowd was able to see the look of anguished anticipation and terror on her face. Lady Josephine winced and her eyes dilated in terror as each guard took a strip that came down from the handle and wrapped it tightly around his wrist, gripping the whip in strong, rough, hands.

The first two blows landed before she was ready, within seconds of each other and full on the soft white cheeks, one from each side. The first lash left a thick, angry 3 inch welt full across her rounded cheeks. The next, delivered at the same level but from the other direction turned the mark a deep, weeping purple. Lady Josephine reared up and screamed in misery but was held fast as she let out a long cry of misery.

“NooooAhhhhhh!!! Please, no more, for God's sake stop,” she cried. The two lictors exchanged sly smirks as they drew back their arms for a second time. Whap.Whap went the straps again. “Ah…AHHHHH” went the punished woman. “OH GOD IT HURTS” she cried. There would be no let up in the pain. The ass whipping continued until each lictor had struck her Ten times on the butt, blood splattering by the last few blows.

Although her skin was bleeding in several places from the wicked metal digging into the skin, unlike as in Raymond's whipping, there was not that much blood. Raymond's lash was designed to cut deeply into the subcutaneous tissue while the Lady Josephine's straps bruised terribly without cutting the skin. This would allow her attackers to strike her more times than Raymond was struck.

After the first Twenty blows had turned the Lady's pretty butt into a mass of dark bruised flesh, they moved to the backs of her spread thighs. They struck Five more carefully targeted blows on each of her spread thighs, drawing howls of pain and despair.

Then they started on her back, concentrating on the sensitive area at the small of the back just above her bleeding butocks. Twenty more blows rained down on the woman' back as she screamed and cried out for mercy. Blood was starting to run down her back when the guards untied her legs.

So far the Lady had “only” been given Fifty lashes with the thick straps. Though there would be many more to come, first there was another torture to inflict. They threw her on the bench face down, one guard holding each limb. Then they positioned the body so the small, delicate feet were hanging off the end of the bench, her toes pointing down at the ground. The guards continued preparations like true professionals. One of them holding her wrists, tied them to the top of the bench, stretching out her body while another took the strap he was beating her with and, sitting on her bloody buttocks, held her legs down.

Another guard approached carrying a wicked looking rattan cane. The device was yellow and heavily ridged. It was several feet long and almost an inch in diameter. The guard taunted the Lady, swishing the flexible cane back and forth through the air in front of her anguished eyes. Then he took his position at the foot of the bench. Drawing his arm back, the guard struck a vicious slashing blow across the bottom of the Lady's defenseless feet. The cane left a fiery line across both soles.

This pain was new and different, much sharper than the straps. The straps felt like a blunt object striking her. The pain would slam into her brain as soon as she heard the crack across her bare skin. Then she would scream and howl in pain as all the breath was forced out of her body. With the cane, the thin line of pain across the bottom of her feet did not force the air out of her lungs. Rather, there was a short yelp of pain as the slash cut it's way across the nerve rich area. Then, as the stinging pain registered and grew worse and worse, the Lady hyperventilated and let out several short yelps before letting out a long scream of sheer agony, followed by uncontrolled weeping and begging for mercy.

The guard smiled and waited for several seconds, taking his time with the victim. The next stinging blow was even worse. The Lady was still screaming when the next blow cut it off. As the pain registered the scream continued on and on. Taking his time, it took several minutes for the guard to leave 15 criss-crossing lines of pain across the screaming woman's feet. Blood was running freely down her feet after just 10 blows. By the time the count reached 15, her feet were literally torn apart. The Lady would never walk again, even if her life was not about to be ended.

As she lay face down, broken and blubbering helplessly, blood dripping from her feet, the guards decided that it was time to inflict some real pain on the beautiful traitor. After all, she had only endured 65 lashes so far- the 15 to her delicate feet drawing the most blood and causing the most pain and damage.

That was about to change. First they tied her legs, with 2 foot long piece of rope securely bound to each ankle. Then, by means of the ropes, they quickly turned her onto her back and tied her hands to the top of the bench. Then they took her ankles and pulled her legs widely, almost obscenely apart so the crowd could see her delicate, well used womanly parts. Swollen, bright red and raw, the sensitive area was an irresistible target for the straps. The first blow onto her mound was delivered diagonally, full across her pussy. The strap left a thick bruise running from the inside of her left thigh directly across her battered mound and ending on the right side of her stomach.

A Nooooooooo!!! Oh god that hurts. Owwwwww. @

Wack. The next blow left another large diagonal bruise across her mound and ending on the left side of her stomach.

A Ohhhhhh!! Stop it!! Please stop. @

Splat. The heavy metal tip landed directly on her swollen pussy lips with a wet sound.

A Ohhhhhhahhhhh!!! @ Was the almost unintelligible cry followed by a flood of tears.

The guards waited patiently for the next moment to strike. After a time the Lady's eyes cleared and she looked up pleadingly.

A Please don = t hit my pussy again. You can = t know how much it hurts. Please, I will do anything.” she cried.

Wack. The Sixty-Ninth blow landed on her leg leaving a 4 inch bruise from her right inner thigh across the top of her leg.

A NOOO STOPPPP! OWWWWWW!!!! @

Wack. The Seventieth blow left another 4 inch bruise running the same direction but several inches closer to her pussy.

When the count reached Eighty, with the last Nine directed right at the Lady Josephine's spread pussy, she let out a long gurgling howl and fainted again.

A bucket of cold saltwater woke her up and she was instantly, screaming and sobbing in misery. The guards landed Two more hard lashes between her legs before they started on her breasts.

They took their time. First the doctor was summoned. He held two long, vicious looking syringes. Smiling to the crowd's great amusement, he showed the Lady the large syringes. Inside them was a caustic chemical mixed with more of the pain enhancing stimulant. Slowly he approached the Lady and showed her his weapon. The needles were as thick as knitting needles. “This may hurt,” he smiled down at the woman as he plunged one of the needles into her right nipple.

The Lady struggled helplessly, grunting in agony as the doctor injected some of the chemicals into her breast. She felt a fiery burning sensation that blotted out the pain from the needle. Then the doctor pulled the needle all the way out and poked it back into the nipple from another direction, injecting more of the caustic fluid. He continued the remorseless process- pulling out, jabbing the needle back into her breast from another angle and injecting more fluid until the entire syringe was emptied into her right breast. The Lady lost consciousness again about ¾ of the way through the process.

Her breast quickly swelled to more than twice its original size. After a few minutes, the stimulant started to take effect and the Lady started to come around. The burning sensation in her right breast was even worse than the burning on her back and butt, and even between her legs. The stimulant enhanced the pain from the whipping so her entire body was a mass of pain as she shuddered in agony.

Then more of the fluid was injected into her left breast. The process was almost exactly the same as with her right breast except this time the fresh stimulant prevented her from passing out. Without the respite of unconsciousness, the Lady felt the pain from every jab and let out weak, gurgling cry as the fiery fluid filled her breast.

The guards stood back to watch the effects of the burning liquid. An agent in the fluid induced intense swelling and itching. The breasts turned turgid and grew to almost twice their original size. Her nipples stuck straight out from the stretched skin, thick and swollen.

After a time the guards grabbed for the straps again and wrapped the grip around their wrists. They looked at the doctor who approached the moaning, writhing woman. Smiling an evil grin, he grabbed the woman's right breast in a firm grip. Squeezing it sent sharp lines of pain through the woman. Her body stiffened and her eyes rolled back in her head as she let out a wet cry.

Taking their cue, the guards resumed her beating, aiming the brutal whips at the woman's sensitized breasts. The 81 st blow landed full across her breasts, the swollen skin was indented by the lash which left a crimson line all the way across her chest. The 82 nd blow landed from the other direction, the hard metal end crashing into the left nipple. The guards concentrated on the nipple area, letting the metal studs dig deep into the ultra-sensitive skin.

The Lady passed out again as the count reached Ninety-Five, blood flowing freely down the chest from her shredded and ruptured nipples. One of the guards started to wake her up for more punishment but the chief guard waved him off. “Let her rest for the Pear,” he said. The guards smiled again as the doctor injected more stimulant into the Lady.

While Lady Josephine lay there, unconscious, the guards dragged Raymond to the Cross. The ultimate shame, the ultimate punishment. Raymond was dragged over to the 6 foot crosspiece laying on a platform in front of the 8 foot upright. He was thrown on it on his back. The crowd grew silent in order to hear the pounding of the nails into the victim.

The nails were almost an inch thick and were designed to be hammered into the wrists of the screaming victim. Two guards held Raymond's right arm at a 90 degree angle to his body on top of one end of the crosspiece. Two more held his legs and a fifth prepared to hammer the nails into his wrists. Raymond winced as the guard began pushing a long, sharp knife into his right wrist. The guard wielded the instrument like a surgeon, pushing through the skin, past several vital veins and arteries, and just nicked the ulna bone before pulling it out.

The wrist is formed when the ulna and radius bones of the lower arm fuse with the carpal bones of the lower hand by means of connective cartilage and ligaments. It is possible to pass a 1 inch nail through the entire wrist without breaking any bones by going between the radius and ulna bones. Unfortunately for the victim of a crucifixion, the medial nerve passes through this space. When the nail is driven between the bones it severely damages or even severs the medial nerve causing horrible burning fire to shoot up the persons arm when the arms are stretched.

Raymond cried out as the burning pain became unbearable. Three more quick taps with the hammer and his wrist was securely fastened to the crossbar. Raymond did not try to hide his screams as his other wrist was pierced and then nailed into the rough wood.

Normally the victim is then lifted to an upright position but there were many, many women in the audience tonight. Women rarely attended crucifixions in great numbers but Raymond's sentence called for use of the crushers. Whenever the crushers were featured entertainment in executions, women always showed up for the show.

The Crushers were a work of art. They consisted of two concave spoons with three sharp 2 inch spikes in the center of one. The rounded spoons were set on a hinge with large screw. The Executioner held up the Crushers and the women in the audience cheered. The two spoons were touching each other, the three spikes on one spoon were sticking out of pre-made holes on the other spoon. The audience watched with fascination as he screwed open the horrible instrument of torture.

As his lover began to come around, weeping in pain, the guards lifted Raymond's legs up and widely apart. The crowd gasped as they saw the sickly blue and bloated testicles. His perineum was dripping blood and Raymond's balls were swollen almost to the size of golf balls. They obviously were causing him a tremendous amount of pain, but nothing like the unbearable agony that was soon to come. The crowd fell silent as the executioner pinched and squeezed the sack with his hands and managed to isolate Raymond's right ball in just a few seconds. The men winced and the women drew in a breath of pleasure as the executioner applied the opened crushers to Raymond's right testicle.

The screw was tightened until the spikes slightly penetrated the skin of Raymond's sac and the spoons fit snugly around the swollen ball. Then he stepped back and let the crushers hang from the groaning man, waiting for the cheering of the women in the crowd to reach it's peak. When the crowd was ready, the executioner turned the screw one full revolution. This drove the spikes fully into Raymond's ball and he let out a blood curdling scream of pain. The executioner let Raymond's scream slowly turn into soft whimpers before stepping foreword again. The crowd fell silent and Raymond's ragged breathing could be heard all the way to the back of the room. The silence was interrupted by Raymond's long scream of agony as the executioner tightened the screw another full revolution. Now the 2 inch spikes were completely buried in Raymond's testicle and the spoons were just beginning to compress the pressure sensitive organ. Bright red blood and a clear white fluid began dripping out of the holes cut by the spikes.

Some of the men looked away, sickened by the sight but the women all continued cheering and enjoying the festivities. The executioner took out a small hammer and held it over his head to the cheering of the crowd. Then he tapped the outside of Raymond's trapped testicle and the tortured man let out a long gurgling scream. The excruciating vibration of the hammer felt far worse than the time Raymond had been kicked squarely in the balls with a steel boot. Now Raymond's balls were pierced with spikes, they had never before been so painfully filled with unreleased fluid as they were today. The relentless compression of the steel crushers was too much to bear. Raymond could only cry in pain with tears rolling down his face, as the executioner tapped the steel around his ball once again.

The smiling executioner left the crushers on Raymond as he turned to the Lady. She was fully awake now, the pain of the whipping burning over her entire body. The drugs made her battered skin crawl as she squirmed and rolled around in agony.

Then he took out the Pear, a horrifying and barbaric form of punishment. He held the metal object in front of the Lady. It was about 12 inches long and perhaps 2-3 inches in diameter. There was a large screw at one end and a pointed metal tip at the other. Although terrible, the object did not seem particularly frightening after what the Lady had already gone through. For example, it was even smaller than the leather rape belt that was used on her earlier. However, as the Lady and the crowd watched in a mixture of horror and fascination the executioner slowly screwed open the terrible device of torture. With each turn of the screw, the four leaves on the device opened up like a flower, ultimately expanding to perhaps 10 inches in diameter. The crowd started to cheer as the Lady Josephine's eyes dilated in terror and she shook her head begging for mercy that would never come. Of course there was nothing she could do to prevent this final, ultimately terminal form of rape.

The Guard screwed the device shut and signaled for two men to hold open the Lady's legs for her punishment. Pushing with all his strength, he forced the metal object into her swollen pussy while she twisted and squirmed. Then, looking directly into her fear filled eyes he turned the screw a full revolution. The Lady's reaction was hard to judge at first. Her legs kicked and her eyes rolled back into her head, but the growing object did not seem to be hurting her, yet.

All that changed when the guard grasped the screw and, using it as a handle, started to fuck the Lady's raw and beaten pussy with it. She screamed and struggled helplessly. Then the guard turned the screw another revolution. This time the leaves expanded the orifice to more than 5 inches in diameter. Her screams of misery quickly turned to howls of agony when the guard started to fuck her with the obscene device.

Then the executioner turned towards Raymond. He reached for the screw on the crushers surrounding Raymond's testicle and Raymond screamed hoarsely, “Ahhh.. No Please!” The gloved hand hesitated for a moment in order to let the suspense build. Then he grasped the crushers with one hand and turned the screw a third revolution. Raymond's eyes bulged out of his head. He tried to scream as the first wave of pain hit him but could only throw his head back with a glazed look in his eyes and then he started to cry again, muttering incoherently to himself. When the hammer tapped on the testicle, Raymond was almost to bent over in pain to react violently. Instead he just shuddered in agony and gurgled while the women in the crowd laughed gleefully at his predicament.

Turning back to the Lady, he turned he screw, expanding the leaves to more than 7 inches in diameter. When the executioner fucked her with the grossly expanded device, he could feel the delicate folds inside her pussy catch and tear. Blood started to flow out of her pussy as most in the crowd turned away, sickened by the horrible sight.

Then the executioner turned towards Raymond. The screw was turned a fourth revolution and the spikes punctured the testicle itself instead of just piercing the scrotal sack. Raymond felt a pop followed by a blinding flash of pain that made him pass out. His ball was now completely ruined, ruptured by the unforgiving steel that trapped the sensitive organ. A testicle rupture is a potentially life threatening event and probably the most painful thing that can happen to a man. Unless treated immediately, the ruptured testicle begins leaking fluid into the scrotal sack, building up pressure until the agony is unbearable. The ball that had been swollen to over 2 inches in diameter was now compressed to an area less than an inch in diameter. The guards threw cold water on Raymond to revive him.

Another turn of the screw on the device impaling the Lady expanded the leaves to almost 8 ½ inches in diameter. The device was now to large to move in and out of her body so he contented himself by twisting and turning the Pear as it remained deep inside. The Lady could no longer even scream in pain, her cries were a weak, wet, horse sound and her breath came in deep, rasping gasps.

The executioner waited for some time for Raymond to adjust to this new level of pain before moving in to finish the job of destroying his balls. With the fifth turn of the screw, Raymond jerked violently, unable to control his movements. Waves of horrifying nausea passed over him and he started to dry heave uncontrollably while his body shuddered horribly.

The executioner waited almost ten minutes for Raymond's violent retching to stop before he turned the screw a sixth time. This brought the spoons together and compressed the ball into an area less than 2 inch thick. Raymond turned from the bright red faced sheen of pain into a ghostly pail white. His head and stomach quivered and his eyes rolled back in his head.

The executioner could see that Raymond was beginning to go into shock as he removed the crushers from the ruined testicle. He reached for a needle and syringe already filled with stimulants and in a smooth motion, injected it into the prisoner. Raymond's eyes cleared somewhat and the glazed look was replaced by a red eyed look of horror. The terrible pain was obvious in the tortured man's eyes and on his face.

Because of the concern about shock, and because the executioner wanted Raymond conscious so he would feel the final vestiges of his manhood crushed and utterly destro4yed, he decided to make short work of the remaining testicle. He waited for the drug to take full effect on Raymond. While he waited for Raymond to recover enough for the remaining ball to be destroyed, the executioner unscrewed the screw completely from the device. Now he could grip it, literally, like a nutcracker.

After a short wait, the executioner turned to the Lady and turned the screw a final revolution expanding the device a full 10 inches and tearing her pussy in several places. She passed out with a short gurgling cry. He immediately injected more of the stimulant into their bodies and patiently waited for the couple to recover enough to complete the torture.

After almost 10 minutes, he reached for Raymond and and fondled the bloated sack. Within seconds, with the skill of the executioner, he isolated Raymond's left nut and had it between the crushers. Using pressure that was none to gentle, he picked up the left nut and held it in the air by the cold steel. With his other hand, the executioner snapped the portion of the sack containing the ruined testicle and Raymond threw back his head in pain and despair. For the first time, after all he had been through, Raymond FINALLY started to beg.

Ahhh…Please stop, please stop,.just kill me.kill meplease God, Oh, No.God no PLEASE MAKE IT STOP,” he cried out over and over again in a high pitched, sobbing voice

The executioner smiled and many of the women in the crowd smiled along with him, knowing that Raymond was not going to be shown any mercy. “Your voice is going to be even higher pitched in just a couple of minutes,” said one of the women in the crowd and even some of the men laughed gleefully.

While Raymond continued to beg, the executioner slowly squeezed the crushers, compressing the isolated testicle. Raymond gurgled and howled. He could not draw in a breath to scream. The second ball was completely ruined by the merciless crushers when Raymond gurgled and passed out again. The executioner squeezed tightly and brought the spoons together.

Finally, the Guard turned to the ruined womanhood on display for the crowd. The scene was terrible. The Lady Josephine was wide awake, tears running down her face as she muttered incoherently for mercy. Blood was flowing out of her pussy around the expanded metal device and pooling on the floor in front of the bench. The Guard quickly expanded the device to it's full, terrible dimensions of almost 10 inches. Without giving her any time to recover or adjust to this new level of pain, he grasped the screw with both hands and started to pull. The device would not budge, even though he was obviously putting his full strength behind the extraction. The crowd could see how the insides of the woman's pussy were exposed as her femininity was literally pulled inside out. Not wanting her to die from this abuse, the guard backed off the screw a half turn and resumed the task of slowly pulling it out of her body. Finally, after a lot of grunting, the device came out like some horrible metal baby from hell. Blood squirted everywhere from her pussy, covering her tormenters with a sticky red spray.

The Guard, thinking quickly, grabbed a red hot iron bar from one of the flaming brazier that encircled the stage. Without any hesitation, he pushed it into her torn pussy, cauterizing the skin and, despite the stimulants, causing the Lady Josephine to pass out again.

More water was splashed onto Raymond's face and more of the stimulant was injected before the final phase of his execution- raising the crucified Raymond to an upright position. It is important to understand that the nails through the wrists and feet are just the beginning. The real pain comes with the muscle cramps and spasms that rack the body within a few seconds after he is raised upright. Raymond already felt the waves of muscle cramps from laying with his crucified arms outstretched on his back. Now as he was raised to the upright, his lacerated back slid down the rough wood. Raymond winced as splinters pierced his already shredded back and let out a howl of pain as the guards holding his legs dropped him at the same time the crosspiece was attached to the upright. The drop placed tremendous pressure on the wounds. For the first time the nails in his arms had to take the full weight of his body. The wounds elongated and ribbons of blood poured down his arms. The drop had the effect of anchoring the nails in the wrists and stretching the chest and arm muscles almost to the snapping point. Raymond's upper body was like an accordion- stretched intolerably across the front of his arms and chest. The drop caused excruciating pain as the muscles of his arms, chest and shoulders stretched and tore, as the bones and ligaments in his wrists broke and snapped.

Blocking everything out was the burning fire in his arms as they took the full weight of his body. The nails rubbed against the damaged Medial nerves in each arm every time Raymond moved, sending agonizing bursts of pain up his arms as he squirmed in misery. The angle of his arms insured that each arm was stretched with nearly the entire weight of his body.

Our muscles work in opposition to one another so as the muscles in the front of the body are stretched, the muscles in the back of the body are drawn into tight balls. The biceps are stretched taught while the triceps are completely contracted. Even before the crushers were applied, while he was recovering from the nails, Raymond noticed the sharp pain as cramps formed in the backs of the arms and shoulders. Within just a few seconds the spasms, had begun and the pain began to build.

At first the pain in the muscles was nothing compared to the pain from the nails Raymond's wrists and the unbearable pain from his groin. Hanging, with his full weight on the nails, stretching the injured bones farther and farther apart, supported by nothing except the severely sprained and torn ligaments was horribly excruciating.

The crowd watched Raymond intently to gauge his reaction. He was hanging perhaps 5 feet off the ground. His ruined scrotum sack hung in bloody ribbons almost to his knees. Blood was pouring out of the wounds in his wrists. He gasped for breath and could hardly breathe at all. Raymond's head was held rigid by the horrible cramps in his neck and it was clear that without some support, Raymond was going to suffocate in a short time.

To remedy that situation, the executioner drove a large nail into the prisoners feet. The guards made sure that the legs were bent to almost a 90 degree angle so that the feet were almost under the buttocks. This stretched the thigh muscle taught and knotted the hamstring into a tight ball. With the legs bent at that angle the hamstrings began cramping almost immediately; the calves were next and white hot pain shot up his leg, throwing the hips and stomach into spasms almost immediately.

The nail was driven into the feet between the big toe and the next toe and broke some of the metatarsal bones that moved the toes. Raymond was therefore forced to support his body weight on the nails in his feet, balanced on broken bones.

In a typical crucifixion, after the prisoner is raised upright he starts crying and gasping for mercy almost immediately; after a few minutes his cries are punctuated by periodic groans and screams of pain as the cramps rack his body, over and over again. First the cramps in the shoulders shoot up the neck so the prisoner transfers more weight to his legs as he pushes up with each breath. This is of course extremely painful, balanced as he is on nails driven through the shattered metatarsal bones in his feet, and causes the calf, thigh, hamstring, and hip muscles to begin cramping worse and worse. Many people who watch a crucifixion are surprised to see how much the man or woman can move, jerking spasmodically as the muscles cramp. Over and over again his muscles go into spasms and terrible pain shoots through the prisoners body as the muscles contract and tighten up. The pain generated from the cramps first combines with the pain from the nails and broken bones in the wrists and feet and later completely blots it out as white hot agony repeatedly shoots throughout the prisoners body. There is no escape; the prisoner has to keep pulling down on the nails driven through his wrists and pushing up with his feet on the nails despite the terrible shoulder, chest, and leg cramps in order to breathe. Hanging as they are, the curved diaphragm which allows the lungs to fill with air is stretched flat and cannot move back to its normal resting concave position until the prisoner lifts up a few inches. Fifteen to twenty times a minute the prisoner has to either push up with his tortured legs or pull down on the nails in his wrists in order to draw a breath. Raymond barely moved as he hung on the cross. His breathing was very labored and he was already wheezing. It was clear that Raymond was near death unless something was done. Having his testicles crushed had taken away Raymond's ability to use his legs. He certainly would have been unable to walk because he was so bent over in pain. Raymond was unable to push up properly so he could exhale air from his lungs. Raymond was gasping for breath and clearly close to death, so the executioner held up a saddle with a long sharp horn on it. The horn was shaped like a Rhinoceros Horn and was more then 4 inches thick at the base. The other end tapered to a fine sharp point. The executioner asked for and was quickly handed a hammer and nails to finish the installation of the horn. He positioned the tip of the horn up, and after pushing him to stand on his spike, nailed the base to the stake. Then, he spread the scarred ass cheeks apart and guided his anus slowly onto the horrid point. Now sitting a foot higher on the cross, Raymond could breathe freely. The pressure in his asshole, humiliating and throbbing, would support him through the night.

Meanwhile, the Lady had regained consciousness and was moaning and writhing in agony on the floor. Four guards approached the naked, bleeding woman and grabbed her arms. While she continued to shriek in pain, they dragged her over to the execution stake. The stake was roughly hewn wooden pole that stood perhaps 8 feet off the ground, pointing towards the sky. The top tapered to a sharp point while the rough sides guaranteed that many splinters would enter the body of anyone who was set upon it. The pole gradually expanded in diameter from the sharp point at the tip to a base of nearly 12 inches. Long before the Lady reached the base of the pole, her body would be completely impaled by the sharp stake and she would finally be out of her misery.

However, there was still a long, painful night ahead; the 8 foot pole would be a final journey of hell for the woman. While 3 of the guards carried her up ladders set on either side of the pole and held her tightly a 4 th inserted two of his fingers into her asshole, spreading it widely. The guards carefully set her down onto the sharp pole. The Lady winced and screamed loudly as her butt surrounded the pole and the first small sliver drove into the most sensitive skin on her body. Two of the guards held her by the arms while the other two held her buttocks and thighs as they slowly lowered her naked, squirming body onto the pole. Gradually, the full weight of her body was made to sit on the sharp tip.

There would not be much blood from this execution. The internal wounds and the pressure of the thick pole packed into her butt with the entire force of her body weight would prevent any gushers of blood and visceral from coming out of that opening. A thin stream of blood escaped almost immediately, however, and traveled down the wooden pole, lubricating it for deeper and deeper penetration.

As soon as the guards let go of her legs, the Lady instinctivly, trying desperately to ease the pressure and pain in her rectum, wrapped her legs around the pole in a futile attempt to prevent deeper penetration. However, her ruined feet were slippery with blood and could not find a foothold. She only succeeded in driving several slivers into the flaps of skin hanging from her soles causing her to let out a cry of pain. She squirmed and struggled, causing her to travel another inch down the pole and increasing the pain in her rectum beyond the point of endurance.

The Lady dry heaved and shuddered in agony as she continued the journey down the pole. Despite all the abuse, her death took days, not hours. Impalement was not meant to be a short or pleasant death. Hungry and thirsty, physically and psychically raped, Raymond and the Lady Josephine existed for two more pain pain-filled days. They were still barely alive at the end of the second day, there bloody, destroyed body's serving as a reminder to the people.