It was clear sunny day and stadium was full. Monitors showed a close-up of the gate from which the young brat that financed their worst terrorists was going to be led from.

It lowered, and the audience cheered. Numbering in the thousands at least, Leah knew she would be witnessed by many more throughout time on shared videos.
"PLEASE IT WASN'T ME! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!" She begged loudly as she ran to keep pace with the horse she was tied to.

The monitors above her showed her being rushed for a moment from one side of the stadium to the center. Her older sister stood there with five minions who chained her to her final resting place.

They stood in a circle around her and paddled all of the soft flesh around her body, eventually inserting needles in her fingers and toes.
"ow ow ow aouhhhowww" Her cried were squeaky yelps at first but turned to deep moaning and then desperate bawling.


Behind her, a cauldron held searing red-hot metal. The five minions each held one and pressed into a different spot of her already hurt body. Her breasts and the front of her thighs were each branded by one of four giant metal circles, and a particularly big one- though they were all very large- was pressed on her belly. They held it there for seconds before stepping behind her and branding her again. The thighs being hit at the back and the particularly large one slamming her bottom, and the two that had been used on her big boobs were also used on her bottom, pushing in where the pressure of the largest brand squeezed her fleshy butt out sideways. Finally, the 2 that had branded her breasts and buttocks stood at her sides and, one the other three branded her back, slammed their red metal circles into the poor young girl's face, permanently blinding her and leaving her in unimaginable pain.