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    There was a small church town 80 miles west of Salem, Massachusetts. It was not even on the charts and they wanted it that way. They knew that there had been eight hangings and one stone crushing of witches in Salem with more being held. They had their own witch, Emily Foster. Her husband had died of small pox the year before and she was barely surviving by doing chores for others and by reading auras and telling fortunes. Mrs. Foster had two children. The church council found her guilty along with her son and daughter. The death sentence would be by being impaled with a wooden spike. The children were included.
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    The Fosters had been arrested at their cabin and ordered to strip naked. They had been led out of their home and down the road to the church. The whole town of 138 was following and shouting curses at them. They were led up steps to a crude platform that had been created for them that week.

    Jeff, "Mommy, why are they doing this to us? Because daddy died?"
    "Sweety, they just want to embarrass us because we can see things that they can't."
    Sharon, "You mean the angels and spirits, Mommy?"
    "Yes, dear. That."
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    "This is embarrassing, Mommy, my friends are all pointing and laughing at me, especially the boys." Jeff could hide nothing of his newly blossoming pubic hair.
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    They listened as the pastor read the verdict of their secret council meeting the Sunday before. Emily Foster was stunned. "Run through with wooden stakes." Did that mean they were going to be killed? And the children? And naked? She didn't believe they would do it. It was some kind of statement to ward off the Devil. It had to be.
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    Jeff was screaming as the young men pushed the stake past his anus. He was struggling too hard when they tried to lift him to the pointed spike. He anus had split open. Mother couldn't watch. Sharon couldn't see past her mother to know what was happening.
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    The spike was far enough in that his fate was a matter of time. Lightly greased and with a slightly rounded tip which was forcing its way past his organs, the pole intruded ever so slowly as any movement from him, breathing, moving his leg or arms, turning his head caused the pole to slide in every so gradually. He was bleeding profusely from the anus as this was all happening.
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    Sister Sharon was naively trying to figure out why her brother was so high in the air. She was innocent of what was going to happen to her in a few minutes.
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    Two of the attendants were fascinated with Jeffery's suffering. The spike had to be in his upper chest area by now. Uncannily, his penis was stiffening. The nervous system will do strange things to you at a time like this.

    Sharon was annoyed by the touching and stroking from Harris, a neighbor boy, now a teen.
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    As the spike emerged from Jeff's throat, he collapsed into unconsciousness and soon death. "Goodbye, my dear, I will be joining you soon." as mother kissed his sweaty forehead.
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    It wasn't until her brother's body was laid out in front of her did she realize that they had done something horrible to him. Even as she struggled, lifting her was easily done.
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    Then Sharon felt the force of the internal pain as she settled on to the pole and the point was against her diaphragm. She had screamed as her anus split open. Mother Foster could do nothing but observe the horrible deaths of her children. Just because she had been telling fortunes, they would die.
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    It broke off Sharon's two front teeth and came out her mouth. Her daughter was also dead. Emily was in shock. "In God's name, how could you do this?" she kept repeating.
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    "My God, boys, she is dead. Take your filthy hands off her body! Harris, Eric, Thomas, stop it. Stop it now!" Harris turned and said quietly in her ear, "But, Mrs. Foster, this is so much fun. And our filthy hands will be all over you, too." She tried to spit in his face and he ducked away.
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    As Emily stared at her dead children's bodies, Harris was aggressively fondling her right breast as her hands and ankles were being untied. He disrespectfully whispered into her ear again, "I'm going to have me a gal with boobs like yours and I can play with them all day long."
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    Now she was on the platform and it was her turn to get impaled. The pole was forced into her and as the sensual pain began spreading her anus and pushing into rectum, she thought of how horrible it must have been for her dear children. Tears finally erupted from her eyes.
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    The pole was pushed back into the hole and jammed into the ground. They freed her hands and feet. The weight of her own body and her struggling with the pain would cause her inhumane death.
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    Just to make Mrs. Foster suffer more, Harris moved the daughters body so her face was against her brother's genitals. Emily screamed at him as he left the platform; and she began the experience of dying by impalement. She couldn't believe that her neighbors and friends, even a family of cousins, were laughing and cheering as she flinched and reacted to each new level of penetration.
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    Within just thirty minutes, her fight for staying alive was over. The tip was lodged in her left shoulder after damaging the heart and penetrating the left lung. It was interesting that the children and young adults stayed behind to gawk at the bodies.
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    It isn't over. They get tossed from the platform to the ground.
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    The bodies were tossed over the side one by one. The next day they would be taken to be buried in an unmarked grave in the forest. Meanwhile, in death, one often loses one's dignity and grace.
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    And the daughter, Sharon.
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    And son Jeffery. Some of your playmates might even touch you.
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    There were more pictures from here with kids playing with the bodies, etc. But, these were the only ones saved from 2010.
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    Not in order
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    Boys die having fun?
    The End of This One.
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    Thanks for this set Early. Another hot show. Shame the other pics were lost. Perhaps they will turn up at some stage. I would love to know what happened before the last pic. Looks like those two boys playing with the bodies were given a nasty surprise.
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    I am fortunate that Mike saved most of the images.
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    >>16480
    Would you be willing to do a second set with some tweaking?
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    It would be fun to do because the figures of the younger ones could be so much better (Last few at Crazy Rich Guy). But I have four or five ahead of me already. The original series had kids at the side of the platform reaching in and feeling their dead friends. She was tied and sitting in the right hand corner watching her children die with adult hands fondling her breasts and reaching in over he thigh from behind. Gory, but fun stuff.
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    >>16480
    Let's give Mike a big Thank You for saving the works that he saved!!
    I hope that he shares everything that he has, after all they are your works.

    Thanks Mike.
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    Amazing!!
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    A nice series unfortunately the last pictures are not there anymore
    Do you have another series?
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    Pushed up as suggested.
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    I love this 1, i love 2 see families executed, i wish they would fuck eachother first as a buildup or get killed during sex.Hoping 4 the next 1!
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    Please let there be more !!
    This was so good.
    Who did kill the two boys ?
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    Do you have more Early? I loved the mother in this set. So hairy!

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