Name: Emily Whitestone Lee
Age:18
Sex: Virgin Female.
Crime: Theft.
Emily was starving. She didn't want to marry any ugly old dude and wasn't afforded any economic opportunity, yet refused to prostitute herself as she just knew she'd fall in love one day. She decided just once that it couldn't hurt to steal a small sandwich. Boy was she wrong.
Her crushes, all five of them handsome men, had either rejected her or never even took note of her, finding her abstinence off-putting.
Now they and the rest of her town, rivals and disgruntled friends she had falling outs with, will see her spanked every evening until a morning of an elaborate execution. More than just a single rope please.

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"Oh god no. Not this. Just. Please just kill me." Moments ago Sarah been begging for her life and now, before any real pain at all, aside from maybe the sting of rough rope, she was begging for death. Oh, how her eyes went wide when she saw what had clanged on the ground in front of her. The startle and soft coarse pleading as she spoke… it made my boner somewhat… more awake. Sensitive. These were always better.

"Slice her shirt." My witches did as commanded. "Her skirt." Again, they obliged.

"Please. Oh god please not this. Please just ohhh no. Nobouuuwww"
They carried her to the giant hook hanging from the ceiling, next to the barrel of kerosene. Pressing her anus over the point, she was already drenched in her tears. She waddled as best she could but even when they no longer held her down, she was unable to shake herself off the steel curve of her impaling.

She was lowered into the bucket, ker knees tied to her neck and her breasts bobbing along the brim of the barrel. She wasn't covered in it, but the kerosene was only half an inch deep. More than enough to kill her.
"Drizzle her back and breasts." I didn't want her to suffocate from smoke without dying of fire. "Slather her ass with it, drench her breasts."
Raising her to cover her skin with the fluid, it was the entirety of her ass and breasts then a lightning shaped river on her back. She was strong enough to last at least a good while, I was certain. Even a fell single second would be wonderful. Sering her eyes go wide unlike even the fear when she had been captured, or witnessed the omen of her fate… but no, this was better. I didn't time it, but when I lit a match and her shivering became indescribable… what proceeded certainly lasted longer than almost any similar instance I had personally witnessed.