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"Here she is, milord." Guard stoppes by the cell with the supposed spy. "She doesn't bite, but be careful in case she tries to pull any tricks."

I look through the bars - a beautiful lady meets my eye, chained to a wall. Roselia, I belive, was her name. Long black hair now messed up and tangled. Skimpy enopugh gold-pink dancer attire was damaged, revealing even more skin than intended. Preious bracelets and chainlets ripped off - now only iron chains decorated her.

"You'll have to work hard to pull the confession from me, craven!" Roselia struggled in her shackles with feigned distress.

"Your partner gave you out." I cut off her act. "I have no need in your confession."

"Curses. So you've got her too." Roselia sighed in dissapointment. "Where is she now?"

"Feeding the crows."

Roselia swallowed. Her partner, disguised as a priestess, was caught right after their meeting. There was no possibility that any information leaked out. Just by the look of her I know that she understands - she is the last mouth I need to shut.

It's not hard to see what people admired in her. Mystical dances she performed were not just for entertainment -- they raised morale, fighting spirit, and overall performance of soldiers. Even locked up in chains, she was gorgeousas, graceful, dainty, and intricate like an exotic flower. Hard to even imagine how she was in action. I dismiss the guard and walk into the cell.

"Ho-ho, milord wishes to personally pass his judgment?" She purred, pulling me in with her desirous look.

"Aren't you a little too excited for what's coming?" I grab her by the chin. Silken skin is so pleasant to the touch I can't help but feel her face with my fingers.

"Your excitement is even more apparent than mine."

I frown. "Don't make eyes on me. Charm won't earn you mecry."

"I'm not trying to earn mercy, milord. In fact, I'm very much looking forward to my punishment."

Roselia opens her legs, presenting herself to me. She rarely allowed anyone to touch her when she danced, but now she was like a fruit ready to be plucked. Yearning eyes begged me to seize her. All of her - delicate and luscious breasts with enlarged nipples pointing through the silk, her slim but strong legs, thinly veiled loins and well rounded butt, or just slightly relief belly. As much as it hurts my dignity to admit, she is right - I'm too looking forward to it.

Fine by me. I'm as pleased with that turn of events as she is.

I move her bra out of the way and run my hand over the bare breasts, savoring her smooth silky skin. "Don't rush it. You won't be dying just yet."

Roselia swallowed again. Her heart drums against my palm. "You want to interrogate me then?"

"Please, information is of no concern anymore. Your partner gave out more than we ever could get from you."

"Then...What is it? Why don't you just execute such dangerous prisoner?"

"Serve me."

She looks back at me in confusion.

"Have you gone deaf? Serve me like a courtesan serves her lord."

Ashamed of her slow-wittedness, Roselia hasely drags off my trousers. My shaft, erect and yearning for woman's touch, went right into her embrace. She gently kissed my cockhead, wrapping her soft, hot lips around it. Tongue teased the tip and pushed into it, sliding across the bottom as she pushed it further into her throat. She didn't just sucked my dick - she worshiped it. If I would order her to choke to death on it, she would do it with no hesitation. In her head, she already was just a body to be used. When I unload myself in her throat, she swallows all of it, and then licks my dick clean.

"You might be a failure of a spy, but you're an outstanding fucktoy." I run my hand through her hair. "Until your execution, you will serve as such."

"I'll be honored to serve as your toy, milord!" She cowered in my legs.

"Mine? I'm not that selfish to horde women for myself."

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Roselia found herself in a wooden frame of a pillory. Body was awkwardly bent over, weakly supported by numbed legs. Blindfold and gag cut her off from the world, leaving only rare dots of light glimmering through the cloth on her eyes. Someone slapped her ass, irritating pleasantly burning red stripes from the lashes. Fat, girthy cock unceremoniously spreads her flesh and thrusts in. She got that kind of treatment every once in a while.

Once, from noble knight, badmouthing her for doublecrossing his lord while fucking her mercilessly to his wife's envy.

A young squire curiously explored her holes, spreading her slit sliding his cockhead between the lips. Roselia didn't settled on waiting until he gains courage, and impaled herself on his dick. Surprised, but not discouraged, squire softly moaned, enjoying her movements, and then starts pounding himself, insatiably kneading her buttocks. it didn't took long for him to squirt his cum inside, panting after the orgasm.

A gaggle of mercenaries, loud, obnoxious, and reeking of beer, unbothered even taking turns and just swarming her from all sides. One hammered her tight ass, two trusted their dicks to her hands. Removing the gag was against the rules, but guard made an exeption as long as her mouth kept occupied.

Even a priest didn't disdain from taking advantage of her.

Nwxt and last time Roselia was allowed to see the world clearly was only when she climbing her gallows. Lord has a grim sence of humor, she thought. She was a dancer, and thus, she dies dancing in the air. She threads her head through the noose, and hangman carefully fixes it behind her ear. Her pussy was dripping it's juices down her thighs. Nipples pushed through her silky attire - lord insisted that she should wear it. Despite being fucked by what feels like a hundred men, nothing ever arroused her more than a rope tightenimg around her neck. One last look at her last audience - maybe insults and curses weren't the reception she hoped for, but she knew that this resentment stemmed from betrayed adoration. Either way, Roselia was glad to entertain them once more.

Support disappeared from under her feet. Pain struck her ike a sledgehammer. Chest burned. Head was splitting. Neck was ready to snap in two. Arms furiously thrashed behind her back, legs kicked in the air. Stars flying in front of her eyes. Every moment was an absolute agony, tearing her whole body apart. Entire world vanished in a flash, leaving Roselia quickly dissolved in this frenzic euphoria. Even orgasm didn't made any difference anymore -- her whole existance was overshadowed by sheer masochistic pleasure. Even kicking and swinging in the air, even going numb, hanging from a noose with a blue tonuge-out face, she stayed just as delicate and graceful.


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This one didn't came out how I wanted to, but I'm glad I finished it after...more rewrites than I wish to admit

Name: Eve (mother) and Erika (daugher)
Age: Eve is in her 30s, Erika in her teens
Character: Eve is reserved, but desperate masochist. Erika is shy, but secretly took a lot after her mother.
Setting: You hooked up with a very attractive yet lonely woman with a daughter. As much as you enjoy her (and her daughter's) company, you can't support both of them. Thankfully, both of them are down to be a snuff slut for a night. Snuff one and keep the another, or butcher of them - your choice.