this is very good, i don't see more though

“Here he is!”, Huckleberry exclaimed loudly turned towards me and Maria and presented the leashed Ben to us.
Well, Maria didn’t hear much. She was gagged and blindfolded sitting on a fucking machine, her body strictly tied to it. Her breast where bound off with rope and on her clitoris I had put a wooden clamp. It was her midday routine to enjoy it till she could not think clearly, after which I put her into the indoctrination chamber. It was to increase her fears of certain techniques I was going do to her after indoctrination had succeeded.
“Hnnngggh!”, Ben gave of a gagged muffle. He was dressed in a muff suit. It was an anthropomorphized shepherd dog with breasts. I normally don’t like furries much, but I have to admit dressing my slave up in this suit and fucking them like a bitch is fun!
“Master, here is your dog!”, Huckleberry said and took a kneeling position, handing me the leash.
I took it and looked at Ben.

“Ben, you have been my slave now for a whole year and you are a good slave and I decided to keep you personally for myself. So, no selling you to other people.”
Ben tried to nod, but could hardly do it. His rock-hard member pointing to the ceiling. It wasn’t very big, but I had to admit, that it tried to make up for it by pulsating and twitching like hell. Even a little droplet of cum could be seen on it’s top. Definitely a good thing since I was planning on stretching that urethra up to the point of it being fuckable. Something I hadn’t been able to achieve with Huckleberry.
From the side of the room came a muffled orgasmic scream. But I ignored it. She would have to stay there for at least one more hour, before she became sufficiently exhausted to reform her mind and fill it with fear.
If no one screams it isn’t just that much fun for me. I accepted that a long time ago.
“So, today you will get one of the markings of my slaves.”
Even more of his excitement let to even more cock wobbling of his.
“I will castrate you today. And it will be painful. And no, you don’t have any say in this.”

My words were filled with pleasure. And seeing him starting to shake and trying to beg nearly got me off. And while I was dressed and had no problems with ejaculating into my pants it might have led to Maria trying to suck it out of them later. This I deemed inacceptable behavior since she might get the wrong ideas of who was in control of her.
Ahhhh! Ben squealed in panic! It was perfect. And the muff suit was open at the crotch to easily access his private parts.
“Huckleberry, hand me the tools!”, I commanded and Huckleberry pulled a sheet from the already prepared tools and handed me the elastrator.
I took it and looked at it. Huckleberry loved being controlled by me and this included inspecting every preparation. He wasn’t just a slave; we were also best friends – even while there was a strict social hierarchy with me giving the commands – and we both agreed that if he would have been born a woman, he would have found fulfillment in being my maid.
But like this he had become my butler of pain. And he also smiled while I squeezed Ben’s balls through the tight rubber band with him trying to beg for mercy.

“Now to commit the deed!”, I said excited.
“With pleasure, Master!”, Huckleberry replied and handed me the elastrator, which was my favorite tool for castration play. But this time there was no part of cutting the rubber band before there was just pain and no damage.
I put the rubber band on it, fixating it on all four sides and used the mechanism to stretch it, taking Ben’s balls and, without giving attention to Ben’s fear filled sounds, pulled them with rough power through the band.
Nice and tight, that was the way to do it. Nearly all of his scrotum on the deadly side of the rubber band. Later, when a slave looked at it, he would know, that there wasn’t even space left for anything to be there. And while Huckleberry took testosterone, I wanted to go the different direction with Ben, feminizing him and making him a castrated sissy.
“Here, Master.”, Huckleberry handed me the next tool. It consisted of two thick, sharpened knitting needles attached to two cables which connected to a on and off switch above four connected car batteries.
I took one of the needles and took Ben’s scrotum. Ben had gotten some experience with cock and ball torture after he became my slave, but also from his first girlfriend which had been an older lady looking for some fun with a young male which would do everything she said. This included ball busting, when she had had a rough day at work and needed some stress relief.
But this was different. The whole apparatus was designed to cook the balls on the inside and not some small medical needles from syringes. And the pain they inflicted had been described to him as “like splitting my balls”. I held Ben’s left testicle firmly in my left hand. And when I pushed them into Ben’s scrotum not only I, but Ben also had goosebumps, when it hadn’t even penetrated the skin yet.
Slowly and with great care the needles pierced the soft skin, which was slowly turning red. A droplet of blood appearing on it. Not yet that painful, but increasing Ben’s muffled screams
Then came the moment of resistance, when the needle dented the left ball. Just a little more pressure, slowly increased to make this moment last, with a sharp acceleration as the outer layer of the testicle got punctured, exposing the softer core to the metal.
While I was pretty much used to it, it still felt wonderful. Ben’s body twitched like mad, the gag and the mask making speech impossible and even nearly totally muffling the screams. Maria also seemed to listen. She liked the gilding of men, and this was the eleventh male on whom I performed this procedure.
I wanted to see them fry and I wanted to smell them fry.
So, I used quite some force to puncture the other side, nearly puncturing the ball sack on the other side.
“Master?”, Huckleberry said, looking concerned at me.

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>>16034
Nice story

There really aren't enough stories about MEN (not boys, not shotas) being drugged & mutilated by women. Don't get me wrong, I love the other stuff to death, but this is refreshing & satisfying in a way nothing else can be~

<33

>>24173
Agreed. I know its probably a niche inside a niche though. It feels like 90% of everything here is female directed ryona.

Yeah… those 6 years old girls are turning out wasy too smart for their age recently LOL

Now he will have a chance to clean up his room properly :)

Mr Custard's Kicks (M/f, snuff, necro, foot fetish, acid bath)

My clown name is Mr Custard. I was supposed to be a serious actor, but I ended up doing kids parties while I waited for the auditions that never came. I admit, it really pissed me off. Nobody, apparently, could see my innate talent for impersonation. I’m great at pretending I’m normal. Mr Custard is more an exaggeration of who I really am. Mr Custard is an asshole. He does all the naughty things he’s not supposed to do, but then he always messes up and ends up with custard all over his face. The kids love it. The parents are just glad for a bit of time- off. I never knew I was into little girls before I got this gig. Sure, I raped a high school girl once, but cute little girlies? Surely not. But the more time I spent around them, the sweet, flushed smiles on their upturned faces, the unexpected glimpses of the outlines of smooth puffy slits through strawberry patterned panties can do strange things to a guy. I looked at them and felt my cock rise. I thought about them when I was scanning the bars and alleys looking for lone, vulnerable women to snatch and hurt. Eventually it ate up all my thoughts ad the only way to get my head screwed back on properly was for Mr Custard to get his kicks.
I’d driven out of state to a campsite popular with families, with parks and lakes to explore and took to rambling round that way on days off. There were a couple of near-misses where I’d bumped into a pretty little thing and almost been caught by a parent or elder sibling not far behind, but patience is it’s own reward: I learned later her name was Alice Pendell aged four, but for my purposes she was perfectly proportioned in all the ways that mattered. When I got her bound, drugged body back to my bedroom and unwrapped her, her white, naked body was absolutely perfect: from the little pink nipples on her flat chest, the outline of her skinny ribs above a slight pot belly, then that beautiful, neat child slit between her young legs, and not to speak of Mr Custards favourite delicacy, a pare of sexy little girl feet. Alice’s s sleeping face was angelic, framed by reddish, blonde hair held in place with daisy hair clips.
I photographed her sleeping nude body, front and back, for she had the cutest little girl bottom, so smooth and alabaster white beneath her discarded teddy bear panties. She began to wake up as I licked and kissed her body all over, putting her little hands around my cock, letting my snail-like pr

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OKay, here's a third story on my favorite theme- hope you like ? :

Time for Mr Wolfe (semi con, snuff, feet)

He had had a very good run on the stock exchange and it was high time Mr Wolfe treated himself. He had only last month purchased a new car for his wife and toys for his children. One of his clients had thanked him with a token for the notorious Sweet Supplies gentlemen’s club on the dark side of town and it was to there that Mr Wolfe headed on this rainy, inconsequential evening, phoning his wife to keep his dinner warm as he would be working late.
The set up was very discreet. Down a seedy alleyway at a large steel door one pushed the credit token into a special slot, which allowed you into a small room where a computer pad was set in one wall. The value of the token was displayed along with several options and prices. He would hire one of the hives of festering cells beneath for forty glorious minutes. The options were varied by which one could construct a pleasure toy. Mr Wolfe’s fingers quivered as he selected those options that most fitted his own tastes, on this occasion a girl in his youngest daughter’s class who he had recently had the pleasure of driving home and admiring after a sleep over.

She was waiting for him perched on the edge of a large wooden work bench. Hello sir, she smiled shyly. Call me Uncle he grinned stroking her cheek and running fingers through her fine blonde hair. So vulnerable and petite, dressed in a black latex body suit from which only her small white hands and feet were visible. Perfect.
She continued to stare at him with those disturbingly innocent blue eyes. He looked at his watch. He could spend hours just drooling over the toy, but he was aware three minutes had already gone. He pulled the back of her head and pushed a hungry tongue between her lips to feel her little tongue. She reciprocated his attentions, though he could feel it was all a bit too automatic. She was a very compliant model- perhaps if he was lucky enough to have a second visit here he would select a slightly more difficult one that might struggle a bit more.
His free hand ran over her flat chest and felt for her plump cleft through the plastic. Pulling back from his mouth a second she indicated by turning and squatting on the table that there was a zip at the rear for access to her bottom and cunty holes.
Please show Uncle, sweetie, he salivated.
She giggled – oh I cannot reach, you will have to open me up Uncle.
And so he exposed her wiggling white bottom and the hairless slit visible between her legs.

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He carried her limp body in from the back of the van, in a large holdall, into the house. Kicking the door closed behind him he went to the living room and put the bag down on the floor while he kicked off his shoes and grabbed a beer from the fridge. Then he unzipped the bag and the unconcious girl was still inside. He had used plastic zip ties on her wrists and ankles and taped her mouth but she hadn’t yet stirred. Pretty little doll. His little death toy. His cock squirmed as he stroked her flushed cheek.
He unpeeled her from the bag and plopped her on the sofa. The cutey cock tease was just his type. She was pale white with blonde hair in two pigtails, a lovely elfin face with button nose. She wore a stripey sailors top that rode up to reveal a lovely pot belly. Little pink shorts that did little to hide the sweet cleft between her slim legs, white ankle socks and plimsolls.
He licked her face and pulled back the tape to kiss her lips, touching her soft pink tongue. How could he be so heartless to such an angel? Was it his fault he was ugly and shy and the girls had always spurned him? All those bitches did was tease him with their delicious bodies all day long on the street. What can a man do? He reapplied the tape to her mouth, then putting her on her tummy he fastened the wrist restraint that held her hands behind her back to the ankle restraints by bending her legs at the knee, so she was fully hog-tied.
No, he wasn’t a bad guy. He wouldn’t let her needlessly suffer. She was unconscious as soon as he had grabbed her from the holiday park. Now he would suffocate her before she woke up and he would enjoy her yummy dead body all weekend.
He took all his sweaty clothes off and drank his first beer. Would her feet be as lovely as he hoped?
He was a connoisseur of pretty feet and even if these ones were to be a bit disappointing, there was plenty of stunningly sexy meat to rape and molest. Pretty feet were the creamy white icing on the cake for him. He pulled off her plimsoles and touched her warm damp socks. The plastic zip ties were just above the ankle line, so he had to tease out the tops of her socks before hungrily pulling off the first one. He saw first the meaty, buttery roundness of her heel, then the soft wrinkles scrunched around her arch, then her little plump toes. They looked gorgeous. Her toenails were tiny, he thought he would apply some Barbie Pink varnish to them later to make them super pretty. He kissed her tootsie, then repeated the acti

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Very interesting, especially like the thoroughness of the things he did to her. If you continue it I hope for a variety of targets. Like not necessarily just human shaped demons, and also maybe some males.

Setting Sun

Capitan Alejandro Gabriel Guerrero took a long drag of smoke of his freshly lit cigarette, standing around him were his men, members of the 41st Waffen SS Armored Division "Espana". He and his men were finishing up anti-partisan in the ruined city of Portsmouth, serving as a garrison force while the rest of the army was proceeding with Operation Sealion.

The long planned invasion of the British Isles was underway, a costly and deadly affair that was going to cost many of the Axis powers manpower and material. The Capitan and his men served in the the Italian component of the invasion, who were tasked with the taking of the critical port city of Portsmouth, a pyrrhic victory at best, but it did herald the end of the British Empire, a sun that was forever setting, much like how the Spanish Empire had in the 18th century.

His men had just completed a makeshift gallows, they did not know why, they were only going to execute one person today.

She was currently standing in the middle of the gallows, tight hemp noose already around her neck. She had long disheveled burgundy red hair. There was slight bruising on her face, a result of her violent capture. Her aquiline nose had been broken, her despondent Emerald eyes staring deep at the Capitan's soul, her round and circular glasses had spider cracks on the lenses, her oblong face cast into a despaired mold, luscious lips frozen into a permanent frown.

She was topless, her pale freckled skin marred by dirt and ash. Her cute and developed perky breasts drooping down, jiggling as she shivered in the cold. Her pale pink nipples stiffening.

She wore only a skirt, legs and feet uncovered. The skirt was torn off enough that one can see she was bereft of panties, her light pink pussy lips flowering.

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Short but sweet. Great work.

After having snuffed and fucked Lisa (in that order), I go back up the stairs to the living room. I close the door behind me and see that the dinner that Lisa prepared us is still on the table. I notice Eva already finished her portion, and assume she's probably waiting upstairs. I reheat mine in the microwave - just a simple meal consisting of two sausages and mashed patatoes - and eat it. It's a little bland - it seems Lisa forgot to add any sort of seasoning to the mashed patatoes, but I suppose her mind was wandering off a little - but snuffing girls is hungry work, so the meal actually statisfies my appetite and I waste no time working it down.

Then I go upstairs and find Eva on the bed. She has turned on the big TV on the wall, and is masturbating as she re-watches Lisa being snuffed. Seems like she just couldn't wait, but having fucked Lisa's corpse before, it's not like I can really complain. We fuck in a sexual frenzy the rest of the evening and night, as we re-watch Lisa dying on the TV over and over. I ask Eva what her favourite part is, and the answer surprises me. "This part, here." (she fast forwards) "She's still alive here, but she's almost... see, here you can see she's starting to fade... fading... yeah, her arms start coming up here, which means brain damage is setting in (she increases her pace fucking me as she says this)... and here you can see her body sort of relax just a little, I think this is where she's really dead." she tells me. "I'm surprised, I'd expected it to be the part where she has the really big orgasm", I tell her. "Hmmm yeah, that part is also really hot, definitely a good second, but... well, I guess it's just the ultimate dream of sluts like us. The finality of it, the depravity of the whole thing, making the ultimate sacrifice. And I just get so horny knowing I'll be next." - and it really does make her horny as can be. That night I also take her anal virginity, which is wonderfully warm and tight. She was always hesitant to try it, but she decided that she wanted to try it at least once before her death tomorrow. In the end, she likes it and it doesn't end with just one time.

The next day, I have Eva assist me with Lisa's body. After putting on a protective suit, goggles, and a respirator, she helps me lift Lisa's body, and later lowering it into a big vat of acid. I add some extra acid after Lisa's body is in - couldn't put too much in unless I wanted to risk it overflow after all - and then I seal the vat using a special lid, that allows gas to escape in case there is too much pressure buildup. I place the vat under a normal fume hood I've installed there - the same ones used for cooking - that will exhaust the gas away from the house. Some active carbon filters will take care of neutralizing any poisonous substances, though out here in the country side, it's unlikely that it'd be an issue. After about a week, there shouldn't be anything left of Lisa, and I can neutralize the acid using some lye, then dump the content in a lake somewhere at night.

Having that taken care off, I have Eva help me set up for her own dark fantasy: the guillotine. "Oh my god, that is so sick. You force the victim to help you with her own execution?" Eva jokes. "Yes yes yes, I'm a very bad man that is gonna execute a very unwilling victim, definitely not some slut that is almost creaming herself at the prospect of being snuffed." I tell her. Eva flashes me a grin, pushes a few fingers inside her pussy, takes them out, then moves the fingers apart, showing sticky strands in between them. "Ooops, guess I'm a slut after all", she says.

It takes quite a bit of work, but after about two hours the guillotine is standing, and Eva masturbates as she admires it. The floor is covered in plastic foil - I expect quite a bit of blood to spray around after all. On top of the foil is the rest of the contraception. As a base, it uses the same physical therapy bed as Lisa used, though the head rest has been removed. To the side, on a small portable table, is a big red button, like the ones often use to shutdown industrial equipment for an emergency. Next to the head end of the bed is a wooden frame - it has foam padding near the bed end to rest the neck on, and behind it steel rails running the entire height of the frame. On the top of the frame gleams the blade - which Eva insisted on pulling up herself. Right now, two wooden cylinders are slotted into the side of the blade, where there are indentations, to keep it secured, but as soon as the button is pressed, strong motors will move the cylinders out of the way, and the blade will come crashing down.

I go upstairs for a bit and come down with a big melon. Eva is already on the bed, masturbating furiously. "You don't wanna see a test run first?" I ask her. "Hmmmm... I actually don't wanna, but I do admit it will help fuel my imagination when it's my turn. All right." she says. We place the melon under the blade, and Eva pushes the button. We hear the cylinders moving away with a loud CLICK, and then the blade rushing down, and slicing through the melon without any effort. Before reaching the ground, the top part of the blade - which is a lot wider than the rest for extra weight, hits a inverted wooden wedge, that gets more narrow the closer it is to the ground. I can hear Eva panting next to me. "Oooh fuck, it's gonna slice my neck next."

"Yes, before that though, there is one more thing we need to install before the guillotine is complete. Come over here." I tell her. I see Eva is wondering what I'm talking about, but understanding dawns on her face when I show her two lunettes. "Alright, these are both lunettes, as you probably know. As you can see, this one has an extra wooden piece on top, with the same inverted wooden wedge that is one the bottom. If you pick this one, you get all the excitement of fucking under the guillotine, seeing the blade rushing down towards you, but it will stop before actually killing you. Well, it should anyway. I tested it, but I can't be 100% sure it'll work. But it should give you the ultimate feargasm, with little risk of actually dying. The other one... well, it won't stop the blade, so the blade will only stop after you're decapitated." I tell Eva. She just smiles as she reaches and takes the lunette without the blade stopper. I'd expected she'd do just that, but it's important to offer the option.

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Interesting stories. I like your writing style.

Today was just no good. No good at all. I'd been trying to work my way through this chapter for over three hours now, but I just wasn't getting anywhere. I'd read the same paragraph over how many times now? I did progress a little - there were some short moments where I managed to get myself together long enough to progress a paragraph, only to instantly lose my attention again in the next. My total progress was less than half a page.

In my defense, the topic was boring as hell. Sure, the Second Law of Thermodynamics is perhaps one of the most important concepts in all of science. I had no trouble understanding the concept, which basically boils down to the fact that energy will never move from low to high, which in turns means that if you put two objects, one hot and one cold, into an enclosed space, they will eventually reach equilibrium. A bit oversimplified perhaps, but that's the gist of it.

But instead of spending perhaps one, maybe two paragraphs on the concept, the book had decided to dedicate an entire chapter to it. With little gems like this: "A cyclic transformation whose only final result is to transform heat extracted from a source which is at the same temperature throughout into work is impossible." It is literally the same thing, just more precise, fancier words, much harder to read, and way more boring. But in an exam, writing down "energy no move from cold to hot" just isn't gonna cut it, so here I was, working through the chapter at a snail's pace, trying to work my way through the convoluted wording and trying to remember it. Ugh.

So the little 'blip' sound from my browser was a very welcome distraction, and I immediately jumped into the chat. It was just a short break. Pinky swear.

<NotSoInnocentGal> Sup?
<Eva> Trying no to die of boredom with the Thermodynamics chapter I'm reading. Ugh.
<NotSoInnocentGal> That bad?
<Eva> Don't get me started, I swear to god I'll fill up AT LEAST three pages ranting about how stupid and absolutely useless this is.
<Eva> Not to mention a complete waste of time.

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This story is amazing!!!!!! I've been sneaking peeks at it all day at work, just a paragraph a to a time when no one is looking. Are we going to get a chapter describing Eva's trip and snuff from her view, just like Lisa?, or ever learn "John"'s real name? I fucking loved how Eva watched, then helped dispose of Lisa, eager for her turn the entire time. Please keep up the great work!

This is great! You should separate lines of dialog from different characters, though.

"Hi Bob," Sally said.

"Hi Sally," Bob replied.

As opposed to:

"Hi Bob," Sally said. "Hi Sally," Bob replied.

Makes it easier to read, and it's the usual way dialog is formatted.

nicely written and a good concept

You could mention how long her stumps are at the end.

>>15141

Sorry this link should work
https://archiveofourown.org/works/35168854/chapters/87625246

Yes, looks like his Pixiv and AO3 accounts are gone (you can still find stories in the last, search for example for "Sidneyverse").

But I really ask me, why? Hope he's ok! I know he had years ago once a phase, that he suddenly didn't want to write any more guro. That's sad, cos I like his stories.

I hope Edward is okay.
I saved all stories beforehand, but need to find them in archives.

>>15152

I hope he's ok too. Please post the stories.

This is the second time this has happened, we need to keep an archive of these great stories.

or we all can do the smart thing besides archives and straight up commit 1st degree manslaughter on the big-tch execs. they claim they have no control, but that pure bs as they DO know what's happening and personally put false memories to spoof the public. The human brain is just THAT easy to mess with!

Definitely want to know what's next. Is the decomposing thing still alive?

I lay on my back with my eyes closed with my cock deep in baby’s tiny body, huffing and panting, enjoying the warmth and snug feeling around my cock. I can feel cum and the juices oozing from carcass around the base of my cock. As I open my eyes to see the baby sitting on my cock. The dead tot sits on me and has no support other than my rigid weapon in the body to keep it vertical. The infant’s head is at a somewhat strange angle to the neck, and when I flex my cock, it’s head sort of does a small bobble doll impression. I find this very amusing and continue laughing at sluts animation.
I lay there resting and dosing off and on with my cock still impaling and keeping the toy warm. I had lost track of time when I noticed my 7-incher was still ready for more action with this rag-doll. I sat up, employing its exposed ribs as intended handles to maneuver it. I manage to get to a kneeling position while still inside it. I start slowly pulling the tiny body off my cock.

I watch as my cock emerges from the body, noticing my weapon wrapped tightly inside one of its entrails. Finally, after a long slow pull from the wrecked hole, I’m free from the corpse. I’m now linked by a tiny pale blue loop of bowel firmly stuck around my pecker. In a futile attempt to yank it from me, I find it has shrunk around my horny cock. I grab ahold of the part still dangling from the ruined asshole and pull another three inches before the blue loop drops from the dead slut. Standing up, I look down, and my schlong is wrapped tightly in a baby shrink-wrap tube like you use on wires.

After some time, I finally I get a good idea. I reach into my backpack, grab a beer and chug it down. I wait a while, playing with the intestine dangling from my fat cock with my fingers. Finally, I have that urge to piss. I knot up the open end of the gut and start releasing myself into the baby shrink-wrap. I watch and see it expand like a balloon around my cock, and presto, I am free of it. I then tie the cock end to make it a pale green balloon. I ponder that this is what I will leave behind for someone to find, wondering what kind of toy it came from.

I am still horny for this ruined 6-month-old. I plan to use what I had been saving for the final fuck it will give me. I see the pussy is not bright red but an sexy ashen hue. The swelling of the vulva is not as swollen as when I found it, but still obscenely large for one so young and skeletal. I part its flaps to see what fun this might have in store. The

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>>24115
That's not how a cervix wo-

who am I kidding, I just came

>>10968



source?

>>10982

darkfetishnet.com

Justice on the Scaffold



She began to regain consciousness,but very slowly,as if drifting to the surface from the depths of a vast sea.Her head throbbed with a kind of dull pain that alternated with sharp,and she felt as though she'd been drugged.She could feel her feet and lower legs inside her boots,but they felt weighted down and heavy,and her arms felt the same way,sluggish and unresponsive.She opened her eyes,but could see nothing.She thought the room must be dark and without windows or doors,but then she realized her face had been covered with a black hood.She could feel the cloth over her whole face,and the cloth of the hood on the back of her head interfered with the usual movement of her hair.She tried again to move her limbs but then realized her arms and legs were bound to some kind of wooden device at each joint-ankles,knees,wrists and elbows,as she lay over it face down.She struggled to free herself,twisting this way and that to no avail.Her blue denim short shorts felt differently than they usually did,but she was too groggy to figure out how.Later it would dawn on her that her khaki web belt had been removed.That pissed her off and she vowed that whoever had been brainless enough to pilfer it,would pay in spades when she had an opportunity to unleash her wrath.But that anger paled next to that which would fuel the vengeance she would wreak on the one who had put her in her present position.Her gloves were still on her hands and her tank top was still on too.The twin shoulder holsters that had held the matching handguns,but which,now,did not,were still in place.She shook her head furiously to unhood herself,but it wouldn't budge.She grunted angrily and cursed.She began to feel the pressure on her bladder a few minutes later.It became unbearable within an hour and she let go,cursing furiously as she wet herself uncontrollably shortly after.She heard the urine dripping onto the floor off the wooden frame. Hours passed and she didn't try to call out to whoever had captured her.She tried to remember the events before she found herself bound to the wooden frame,but she was mentally foggy and not thinking clearly.She had a vague memory of waiting for an elevator,and holding a drink in her hand,but couldn't recall anything more.Sightless and sound-deprived,and with nothing to smell or taste,she was becoming disoriented quickly.She began to talk to herself,cursing for stimulation,to fend off early madness

She finally heard a key turning in a lock.It was a klunky sound,as if a heavy key were being inserted into an old-fashioned lock.Rattly and clanky. Footsteps followed,perhaps those of three or four people,walking briskly but not hurried.The sound rose in volume until it ended a few feet from her. She said nothing.A moment later the hood was snatched off her head. Before her stood two men and two women,all facing her without speaking,their faces expressionless





Revy looked around and found that she was bound to a heavy wooden punishment horse in a large room with a low ceiling and stone walls.The floor was dirt-covered,but otherwise the room was bare.It had the look and feel of a medieval dungeon.The men and women facing her remained without expression.One of the men came forward a step and she recognized him.

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Bikini hang



The gallows were ready. Four women were about to be executed. There were multiple witneses. Some were government oficials. Some were lawyers or members of legal profession. There were others there as well. The warden and prison oficials were present.



Witneses had sat down in the witness gallery. They could see the scafold. Some seemed excited about the event. Almost like going to the movies or the theater or a rock concert. It was like a sporting event not an execution.



Others were More stoic. They were serious. Many were quiet. Some were reading materials perhaps government documents. Others were talking. Some seemed to just be there.it was a surreal experience for everyone.

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These are all so wonderfully done! I love your descriptions of bowel and bladder release.