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Sunday, October 17, 2010

Jail Bonus

 A fantasy story by Beynazura

I have got a 30 years sentence for swindle. As I’ve made 5 year already I have been allowed to earn leave days. It works like a Casino. The prison allows 720 point per prisoner. For each point you win you get 4 minutes outside the jail. So if you double your point account you get 48 hours outside the prison, a free week-end. Of course this is available only once in three months.

I was really happy to participate to this, and as I’m not bad at poker I easily won 360 points, one day outside. Then I was the fourth at a table, the minimum bet was 180. The wind changed and I quickly lose not only the 360 points I had won before, but also 360 points more. So my day free was off. I left that table and tried to win quickly some points, but all my trails were lost and when the casino closed I had lost all my points. Not so bad did I think. It will be better in three months, when I heard some behind me saying:
“I have lost 60 points, I’m in fear” What would I had to say as I had lost twelve time more points.

-So the ones who have lost some points leave by the red door, the other by the green one. A voice said”.

We enter in a room where we were dispatched, the ones who had lost less than 5 points, most of us in one part of the room, and the one who had lost less than 360 points in another part, and I. As I was alone loosing more than 360 points I was said to go with the ones that lose less than 360.

All of us stripped as asked and we were locked in small cells with our hand cuffed in our back and the number of points lost written on our shoulder. At that point I expected that we would stay in these cell for four minutes per lost point, as a balance, it seems to me it was right.

At sun rise the next morning I was woken up and driven to a yard I had never been before, there were upstanding posts there.
One of the wardens knocked me down.
-As you’ve lost the more, we began by you, you know the fare? One minute per point.
Before I understood they had grabbed my wrist over a wooden beam, and I squealed in pain as a nail was driven through it. I had no time to recover another one was driven through the other wrist. When they raised the beam I realised I was to be crucified. The man in the mob of prisoner was worrying for one hour on a cross. I would have 12 to go through.
Each move of the beam was excruciating, so I tried to follow their moves.
-Now step back on the box, asked one of by executioner, right, get on your tip toes...
Then a heard a kind of wooden click, and the beam was affixed.
-Don’t worry we won’t let you in such a position laughed a guard, as I was half hanging from the beam half standing on my toes. And then he kicked the box. I was hanging from my wrist; I let you imagine the pain.
They came and grabbed my legs.
-Get them loose, Said the guard.
Then they bend them so my ankle was against the pole, and then, they drove nails into each of them although I bawled all I could.

The main guard came to me and put him hand at my crotch
-It’s lubricant, we’re not monsters!
I get the cool sensation on my anus, but next he provided a wooden stick he shoved into my lubricated hole, then he affixed it to the pole.
-Time count form now on! But you have the best place to see the other. You’ll see them being put in crosses and being freed, how lucky you are!
With that thing into my ass I was having an erection I was unable to hide naked and nailed onto that cross. What’s more breathing was difficult, but by pushing on by legs I could get a position in which breathing was easier, and that relieved the pain of wrists to the detriment of ankles. In that position the wooden stick was lower in my anus and it pushed my hips forward. I wasn’t able to maintain this position very long, and finally I felt hanging from my wrist, relieved the pain of the ankles, and felling the stick sinking into me. At first it was a rape, I was being raped by the stick.
-I see you enjoy your position said the officer his eyes onto my shaft. But don’t worry. It’s usual. You are our champion today. I’ll stay near you for this morning. You’ll see there is nothing difficult in what you have to do, just stay here on that cross, getting up and down, and enjoying the show. But you’ll see the show won’t last as you are the only one to stay here for more that six hours. Our champion I say. I’ll take care of you.

And then the other were coming, but I saw there were not nailed as I was, but only tied to their cross, so I asked the officer.
-You didn’t read the notice about the Jail Bonus and the Casino carefully, did you? I Think so. I won’t ask you to get it back from your cell! It’s one of the differences between more and less than six hours. For less than six hours like them they are just tied, it is quicker to do and to undo. Being nailed is only for champions. They have no sedil also. Do you enjoy yours? At first it is invasive, isn’t it? But soon you’ll learn to play with it. You have plenty of time for that.

Effectively little by little I was used with the stick, and its way up and down my anus was becoming arousing. I also find a way that was near pleasurable when it pushed forward, but that position was painful from both ankles and wrists, and I wasn’t able to raise and lower myself so quick to get any release.

-It’s your first hour there! You deserve a drink!
It was awfully strong
-Vodka and Lemon juice, you’ll see you’ll appreciate it. This afternoon will be sunny.
I saw that the other crucified were given a drink also.
I taught I would be able to be used with the pain, but it was the opposite. I was in sweat, and mosquitoes were happy I wasn’t able to make them fly away from my tender flesh.

-Ah look all the cross are dressed. Now it is the turn of less than five minutes. They are not crucified.
Looking at the other was the only way to focus my mind on something else than my pain so I looked at them. They were only hanged from their wrist from the top of the pole, no transversal beam. I saw them lined up, kicking as their feet were not bound to the pole. Some tried to use their feet to push them up.
-It’s a bad thing being hanged like that. In my mind I would choose to be crucified 6 minutes rather than being hanged like that for 4 minutes. Nobody dies on a cross in 10 minutes, although some dies in three minutes being hanged by the wrist on a pole.

The last one, which had been hanging only one minute was removed, So were the other, and I saw them getting out. Some died on their pole. After, it was the turn of the last that have been crucified. For some of them walking was difficult, and they were put in cross, I was there for almost one hour.

Nobody was left and the sun was hot and high in the sky. Ants were running on my body but what could I do against them? I asked the officer but he said he was only allowed to give me a glass of lemon’n’vodka each hours, what he had done.
Then my dick was beginning to hurt.

-It’s your erection champion. It’s not an easy game you play staying twelve hours on a cross. It’s several hours since you are in erection. Your cock cannot bear it. You have to cum soon or it will die. It happens sometimes when you are in cross for more than six hours. It is nearly always the case for twelve hours.

He put his hand on my dick slowly wanking it, and then took my balls in his hand.
-That’s right, use the stick to make you cum, you have about one hour perhaps two. But even if you are successful, I doubt you’ll be able to do it again this evening as it will happen again.
I was desesperate. I thought that this evening it would be over, I would be taken off the cross, my wound healed. I never imagined I could lose my dick.
-It’s noon champion. I’ll let you there. You were put at 6:27 am. You’re near the middle of your time, but you’re alone now. I’ll come to see you near 6:00 pm, but I’m sure you understand I cannot spend my whole day with you. But there is a reporter that asked to see you.

-So we are!
-Yes, you know my entire story, and why I’m there.
That was the situation of the prisoner when I arrived. It was impressive to see him in that position. He was covered by sweat. Fly were going on his body and he seemed to ignore them. His spelling was difficult. I took some photograph he allowed me. I even take a photograph of his butt with that sedill that obscenely sink into his anus, and was soiled with shit and blood that drove lots of insects. His dick was massive and purple was I arrived. He asked me a hand job. I would have been happy to remove one of his pains, but I had been told that if I helped him I would be crucified like him, so I didn’t. But seeing him getting up and down was very erotic, and I hardly could stop me from touching myself. I was wet. As time passed I saw him more and more exhausted, but still getting up and down despite the craps he said.

At 6:00 PM the officer arrived. The man was happy to know there will be 30 minutes left to go. I saw a smile on his face.
-You really are a champion, you know? The officer said.
-How will you remove the nails? The man asked anxiously.
-Each thing after the other said the officer giving him two glasses to drink. We’re near the end of the procedure. Being nailed was a bad part, wasn’t it?
-Sure!
-Getting the sedil was another one, wasn’t it?
-Yeah
-Having priaprim on your dick also
-Yes!
-So we are on the last one, I promise!
-What will happen?
-I’ll brake you’re legs
-What? Did he ask.
-That’s the procedure
-You need to break my legs to remove the nails? But I won’t be able to breathe!
-I don’t know, in fact we won’t remove the nails, I’ll break your legs, and you’ll be still breathing for a quarter an hour, then you will die. It’s the procedure for more than six hours.

He shouted until his legs were broken. He tried to get up but his legs did not support him any more. I saw him crying. His face slowly became red, then purple
At 6:30 pm he was dead. The nails were removed from the pole and the beam by crushing his wrists and ankles. He was buried with them still through his flesh

Saturday, October 16, 2010

The contest

 A fantasy Story by Beynazura

She is standing with eleven other girls there. She had explained her assistant what to do, but as she was used to she preferred to almost do it herself. She is laughing internally at the poor girl at her side that as the opposite asks a lot to her assistant. But the first time she remembers it was the same for her.

Then signal is on, the first girl has to strip, it did not take long, then the other. The girl at her side need the help of her assistant and keep her bra and panties. Then it is Helen's turn she began a strip tease, slowly making her skirt to slip, getting her from her foot and dropping it to her assistant. So she removed her top and turning around herself she remove her bra and give both of them to the assistant. Always showing her back she slips her panties down. And when she turns around to the public she only wears her high heel shoes.

Each time you participate to this contest your package is doubled. Helen has lot of money there, and soon she will be happy to spend it, two more shows and it will be hers. The second signal is on and the first girl step onto her box, she took the noose and places it around her neck. Then she crosses her wrist in her back for her assistant to bind them. Helen known her, she also has only one show to go to get her money. The rope is taunt. It goes on. The girl next to her is hiding her tears. The assistant cuffs her hands and places the rope, but she tries to avoid it. Helen remembers her first time, she was sure she would be chosen, and at the moment of being noosed she would be anywhere else. Today is different, it is her tenth participation. She step gracefully onto the box, take the noose and put it around her neck and cinch the rope herself, making a grimaces to make the public laugh. Was it too much, not for Helen, She cuff her right hand, and make like she would caress herself with a mimic as she just understood it is not the moment, then she put her hand in her back and cuff her other hand. Now she has to wait for the other girls to be noosed.

Once the twelve girls are noosed, it is the public voting. The girls cannot see how many voices they got, but the public do. They do not know which one will hang. Helen found it very erotic. Up to know she has seen eighteen girls being hanged, and she dreams that it is her turn. But she preferred not to be chosen, and look the girl choking, and getting the money by the end. The girl next to her is crying; waiting is too hard for her. Despite she has seen it any time Helen is surprised as the two ropes raise the two girls that have been chosen. The difference is that it is her rope that is hoisting her up into air. She’s not ready, She try to look who is the second one but the tears in her eyes and the turning effect make it impossible to her. She tries to reach the box with her feet, to reach the noose with her hands, but she cannot. She didn’t think that hanging was that hurting, she thought it was erotic, but know that it is her windpipe that is crush closed she realizes how not being able to breathe is painful. She kicks violently as it would help her to take herself down. But slowly her face turn purple, and hanged limp and pissed. The girl next to her is happy she is alive, she finds it very erotic to hang like that. She saw it very well as the two girls next to her where hanging naked. She will try again and perhaps she would get the money by participating to 12 shows and being alive. They already said her she won $1000.00. By the end of twelve contests she would get about 2 million dollars... But up to now, none of the girls succeed.

A Surprise

a fantasy story by Beynazura

When she learnt she got a life sentence Helen hardly understand it. Of course she killed her husband. Really she used a knife she bought two days before she killed him. But it wasn’t plannified. So she thought it was not fair she had to live in jail for the rest of her life. So she asked for a new trial. The trial was going on, but no better than the earlier one.
-I’m anxious Helen, A new law about death sentence is about to be adopted, said her lawyer.
-The law cannot be applied to me, as it happened earlier than the law was adopted.
-I hope so said the Lawyer.
Some days later, the law was adopted.
-Helen, The trial is about to finish, we must let it end the earlier as the death law can be applied to event that are earlier than the law, but to be used a decree must be published. Your sentence must be pronounced before this decree is published.
-Keep quiet. This cannot happen replied Helen.
The jury deliberated for two days. Helen and her lawyer were not allowed to meet during that time.
-Then I’ll get life once more, what do you think.
-Helen, the decree has been published yesterday afternoon. I think the best you can get is life sentence.

Helen half collapsed when she heard she got Death sentence.
A few minutes later she found herself in a special room.
-Strip naked please, asked the policewoman, you’ll get the special uniform for death condemned persons.
-But my clothes, asked Helen, shall I get them back at the prison?
-No, you won’t. You’ll be driven to another prison. All your belongings are state property now. You must remove your panties also please.
Once naked Helen was given a Yellow and orange uniform with a leather belt. Her wrist were soon cuffed the back of the belt, and her ankle were cuffed together with a string that pass through a D in the belt so she hardly could stay up.
The car trip lasted for hours
-May I meet my lawyer soon, asked Helen to the policewomen that was still with her.
-As the procedure is new, I cannot be sure, but I think that you can get one visitor a month. This included your lawyer.

Her cell in the new prison was a small room with only one window at the top. She quickly learnt that she was to meet no one as her meals were delivered through a hole at the base of the door. Once a week she was driven to showers. And the rest of the time she was in her cell with her arm tied so it was difficult for her to open and close her pant zip to go to the toilets.

Quickly she lost the time line, and finally was surprised month after month by her lawyer visit. He proposed her to ask for a delay, or for a grace as the way she got her sentence was far from regular, but Helen asked not to do it. She was fine with her sentence, and couldn’t imagine spending the rest of her life in prison.

One day, she was driven to the prison director:
-Hi Helen, You’ve been here for 175 days now
-Err it’s possible
-And the first decree on the detention period for death sentence stipulates that the detention period can’t exceed 180 days.
-It means that I’ll be…
-No Helen you wont’ be freed, but as the second decree about the execution procedure is not published, we cannot execute you, so you’re sentence will be changed into Life sentence in five days. Of course, you’ll be transferred into an ordinary prison. You won’t stay here any longer.

From this moment Helen began to be happy, In fact she realised that she didn’t want to die.
She tried to keep the count of days. But alone in her cell, without anything to take notes, it wasn’t easy.

Some days later a women with black leather clothes came to wake her.
-Hi, Err… …I’m here to explain you how you must prepare yourself.
-Well, Do you mean? Prepare for leaving?
-Err I’m sorry not… The decree has been published; you are to be executed before sunrise.
In the dark cell Helen began to cry softly, as she really thought she would avoid her fate.
-What do I have to do, did she ask!
-The procedure says that I should let you two hours for stripping from your uniform, and take these clothes, but I’ve got from the prison director, that I can assist you…   …if you want !
-I think I can strip by myself?
-Do you really want to stay alone for two hours?
Helen took a few minutes to answer she did not.
-My name is Sandy. I just want to help… making it easier… for you.
-I understand…
-Do you like massages?
-…
And Sandy helped Helen to strip naked, and made her to lay on her bed, and began to massage her on her back.
-How… How many time left before…
-Less than three hours, Helen, but if you take things like that you’ll be more and more anxious. Try to think about something else.
-Will… Will it hurt?
-I do not know. I’ll try to make it as quick and comfortable for you as possible. As far as I know, you can avoid the pain my thinking about pleasure.
-Pleasure?
-Yes pleasure! When you’re anxious, when you’re in pain imagine you’re about to have sex.
-Sex…
As Helen was talking, Sandy’s hands moves on Helen butt.
A few minutes later Helen asked Sandy to remove her clothes…
-Err… It’s difficult, you know, you could try to escape…
-Sorry… but if you cuff me, you could…
And they spend some of the time discovering themselves.
-It’s my first time, I mean with a girl said Helen…
-It’s time to get the clothes, said Sandy while kissing Helen on her mouth.
Helen felt her belly knotting.
-In fact it is a king of cape, explained Sandy, putting the fabric over Helen’s shoulders.
-Err? I’m supposed to be naked under…
-That’s the procedure… but the opening has to be on your left side.
Sandy closed the necklace that took the cape in place.
-Then there is also some strings.
-Hey you’ve made a mistake, look at these ankle cuff, the sting between them is far too short… Helen was cut as she realised that the other cuff did not have any string between them. Sandy made no mistake.
-There is no mistake, Helen, I’m very sorry…
-I can’t walk with this! Please uncuff them until I’m next to the place
-Err I know Helen, but I cannot. They have no keyhole…
-No keyhole?
-You’re not supposed to remove them any more.
Helen felt sick hearing that.
-But as you’re the first one, and as we have lasted to execute you, I got from the director extra time to walk down to the place…
-Please let me cuff, my wrist myself, Helen said.
Wrist cuff and ankle cuff were tied together by a string that wasn’t long enough for Helen to stand up, so she began to walk with small steps, bended forward, keeping the cape closed with her elbow. It took her almost 20 minutes to reach the prison door.
-Where are we going?
-The execution… The execution is public, It will happen on the town centre place.
-Ok, answered Helen, which whole mind was occupied by walking without falling.
It took her another 20 minutes to reach the gallows, by this cold morning. Lot of people was there to shout and look at her. She was near the stairway when she asked:
-How will I be executed?
Before Sandy could answer, two of the guards that were walking with them took her by her arms and lift her onto the platform.

Sandy helped her to sit. It was not easy due to the lower part of the seat that was very long.
-What the small hole for asked Helen Anxiously as Sandy lift the front of the seat that came along Helen’s belly up to her neck. So Helen only could sit being strait. Another wooden piece came around her neck to secure the front of the seat to the back.

-Do not worry Helen, the hole’s for this, explained Sandy showing a long piece of plastic. It will go in your ass to insure you can’t move, I’ll put plenty of lubricant, I promise
Helen tried to protest, but Sandy disappeared under her cape and soon she felt the big plastic finger finding its way between her buttocks, and there was nothing she could do to avoid it.

Than Sandy came next to Helen: “I’m sorry, It is a modern form of garrotte. Said Sandy opening the cape necklace and replacing another necklace around Helen’s neck. And the sentence is to be carried out naked” she added as she removed the cape.

Helen felt the shame of her position. Exposed naked for the crowed waiting to be slowly strangled to death.

-Sandy!
-There is nothing I can do, Helen, It’s automatic, It’s the sunlight.
Helen looked at East, and as the first lights of the sun appeared on the horizon the necklace began to be tight.
Soon she was tossing due to the pressure in her neck.
She felt alone. She left the heat of the sunlight that was killing her.
Then she felt her windpipe conscripting and breathing was difficult.
How much times it took for the sun to rise, she tried to ask, but she wasn’t able to speak any more. The pain in her neck was hardly bearable, and then she thought about Sandy, and then about sex.

The sun was full when her windpipe closed. She began to panic as an orgasm washed her body. The last thing she felt was her urine flowing down, as she closed her eyes

Married on the cross

 This story is a fantasy by Beynazura

The wedding was just over. I'll share my husband bed for the first
time in a few hours. Of course we already met twice or more in
straw fields, but I'm keen to be alone with him and to say him
my secret. Now that we are married it is no longer a disgrace,
and I hope it will be a boy, a little warrior like him.

We get some gifts for us and our new home he built from his
own hands. Valida gives us a phallus to provide fertility
to our home, "and fulfil you, when he fights a long way from
home" she added in a blow. I do not think anybody else than us
heard her. Valida would have married him, but she is hot and had
been caught in straw fields with boys. Each time she had been
sentenced to be tied to the pillory. It means to be stripped naked
on the main place and tied to a pole with your hands over your head.
You have to stay there from noon to noon the next day, standing up.
If it's not the first time, your hair are shaved, all your hair.
Of course this kind of sentence concerns girls only. That was
one reason I was anxious each time I met my warrior in the straw,
but the attraction was too strong. I also though he would have
asked to marry me to avoid to have me displayed in a such way.
The boys Valida met, never asked to marry her, and we suspect
she had been trapped because of the boy she was meeting.
As I was her best friend she asked me to be her girl-warder.
It means, that I have to stay next to her during her sentence,
To give her drink or food, or to call someone if she pass out.
I also round her into a blanket, once she had been sentenced at
winter. That night she also asked me to rub her sex. I remember
how cold was her skin, and how hot was her sex. Once some boys
went at night, they were drunk and tried to rape us. Of course
Valida had no way to escape, so she get rapped. But the boys
were caught and were displayed the day after Valida. It was
the first time I saw young men body, I mean naked and with
their dick up. My mother did not agree my friendship with
Valida, but let us discover eachother's body. Since a few weeks
Valida was our fertility pretress, her vaginal lips had been
sewn and she would never be allowed to meet a man again or would
be buried alive. This was not fun, but in some of my wildest
dreams I was displayed as Valida, but my girl-warder was my
beloved warrior, and he wasn't using his hands to rub my sex...

The sentry came in to announce the village was being attacked.
With the other women I helped gathering together the childs and
Stayed in the main hut, waiting our men back. The men get out
but we were worried as we hardly heard something. Valida lead me
off the other women...
-You're pregnant, aren't you ?
I looked at her. My mother only was knowing that I missed my period
for near one month
-Your mother went to me for a boy, and I do not think she came for her...
I was blushing.
-I think it means yes... You'll come with me to the temple
-Why...
-Because your husband is fighting, and if a gets killed, it will be
hard for to explain that state.
-And...
-From the temple we will be able to see them fighting, and if he gets
killed, we will simulate a temple attack in which you would have been
raped...
-Thank you Valida.

Valida's temple was on a hill inside the village. When we reach it, we
could see that our men have no chance to win, there will be thousands of
soldiers around the village. Before we could do anything we saw the main hut
setting alblaze. We ran to help the other, and finally all of us got captured.

My husband was covered with blood, but as I throw myself into his arms, I realized
he wasn't injured.

The soldiers' chief spoke, but I was unable to understand what he was saying.
Valida explain me that he was speaking Latin. She thought that he was asking
for my husband family. His mother came to us and we were driven apart.

The man continued to speak, and I saw Valida coming to speak to him.
As she explained what the man said to the others, they seemed horrified.
Them she came to us. I understood she was uneasier with what she had to
say to us :
-Hardonix, you killed their chief, so they decided a punishement against you
and your familly. They will ... kill you but I did not understand the way.
The other will be driven to Rome and sold as slave. I get the right to stay
with you.
-Valida, It is nice from you.
-Saaba, you always stayed near me. And I'm not allowed to quit my temple.

The soldiers looked at us as they were preparing poles. I was only 15,
and I was afraid they would rape me.

-How ...  How will they kill us ? I asked Valida
-I do not realy understand. It seems they will hang you naked to theses
poles.
I shived, I was to be displayed naked with my warrior. I looked at the pole
and they were stronger than our pillories.

A soldier came to me. Valida explained that he was asking me to strip.
I was to be raped in front of my husband! but, what to do. Valida shaked
her head to me saying yes, so I stripped, leaving my leather clothes on the soil.
The young soldier show me a beam on the soil. I did not understand, but
with one another they took my hands and drive them onto the beam,
I collapsed. To my surprise, them did not spread my legs...

I shrieked in pain, I would have prefered to be raped, a big nail is
being driven through my wrist. I just recovered my breathing that
pain exploded into my other wrist. I try to get back my dignity and
stopped shouting. My breathing was irregular and my eyes full of tears.
I was alone there, nailed on that beam. The soldier were on Hardonnix'
mother who was hysterical, trying to avoid her fate. Her clothes were
teared off. I see that soldier take one member each. A fifth one came
to rape her as one another hammered the nail into her wrist.
My ears are full of her roaring. The hammer soldier get its dick out
of its armour and replace the raping one that get the Hammer...
She did not stop yelling. I was weeping because of the pain, but
I was able to endure, I had to endure to show these Romains what
a Gaulish girl is able to, to honour my husband too. That night
that I rubbed her sex, Valida told me that sex pleasure helps
to endure pain, How many sex do I need. I began to regret they
did not rape me, but I was not sure.
Two of the soldiers came to me and took the beam, I gave a cry of pain,
but took over, and followed them to one of the pole. Things get worst when
they tried to raise the beam, but one of them said something to a third.
This one bring a kind of wooden box, I had to step onto, so that they were
able to raise the beam. Then they fasten the beam to the pole, the vibration
were very hard to bear. The sun was hot but I was shaking from pain.
I realised that every body was looking at me, I was naked and unable
to hide my breast. In fact everybody looked at my mother in law who was still
being raped and shouting on the soil.

My position was uncomfortable, but the two soldier came to me and took one of
my leg, before I understand, the pain blow up all my mind, a third nail was
being nailed through my ankle to the side of the pole. I screamed once again
When they took my other leg I felt pain increasing from each of the nails.
The last nail make me give a cry between pain and despair.

I realized that I was nailed on a false tree in an humiliating position, with
my legs half opened, then I tryed once again to get my dignity back.
On the other pole my mother-in-law was becoming hoarse to have so much shouted,
But she was always crying and yelling, moving her beam from right to left to avoid
having it fixed. It was vain, she finally was nailed to her pole like I was.
She was still hysteric. Suddenly I was breathless and instinctively I pushed
on my legs despite the pain in my ankles and was able to get fresh air. I tried
to stay in this position, but the pain in my ankles was so great that I had to
take part of my weight from my wrists, and I falled... In my imagination I was
impaling myself on my husband cock, but my crotch was still empty...

On the other pole, I saw Hardonnix' mother learning to ride the pole. In front of
me Hardonnix was stripping, I saw in his eyes that he was proud of me. It seemed
to me that he was hard. Like I had, he tried not to shout as he was nailed, or lifted
to the third pole.

Althought I was nude I felt hot. Turning my head the most that I can, I saw our village
burning. "Yes nothing will remains of us" said Valida.

On her pole my mother-in-law was driven mad by the pain and humiliation. Sperm was
running from her cunt, and she was insulting Hardonnix and complaining about her fate.

-Hadonnix asked me to told you how sorry he his for you."
-He has not to be sorry Valida, he made his warrior duty, and as his wife I have to
endure a warrior's wife ordeal. He has not choosen what arrives. I love him.
-You're great Saaba answered Valida and she moved to Hardonnix.

Meanwhile a soldier came to Hardonnix mother with a great stick and gave a great
blow at her legs. Her legs might have been broken, she seemed unable to lift herself
and quickly become silent and blue... and did not see her moving any more.

-They ended her because they supposed she was mad already told Valida and
she said what they wanted to Hardonnix. They have their own traductor.
I think you can stop your pain by saying you hate Hardonnix.

-Hardonnix! I prefer dying near you than being Rome's slave I shouted.
I'm your wife, my place is next to you." I was exhausted by what I've said.

The Roman chief gave some orders and a guard came to each of us. Mine jab
his spear in my buttcock to force me up and place some thing on the pole.
He took my ass and force me down onto that thing that sinked into my ass.

Looking at Hardonnix I saw that the same kind of seat have been provided
to him.

The Romans bonded Valida to my pole. The other gauls were bond also.
Valida chain was long enough so she could go from Hardonnix to me.
She sat under my pole and time elapsed slowly.

The sun was low when I felt cold.

-Valida, ...can you ...bring me ...something... to drink ...please.
-Of course Saaba, How do you fell ?
-Exhausted, my ass in broken by that thing I sat on, but a least
it allow some rest."

A few minutes later a soldier brang some wine for Hardonnix and me.

-Is there something else I can do for you ? Asked Valida.
I weeped: "It's my wedding day,... I should be fucking... with Hardonnix...
I see him ... hard very often... I get up and down, but... I'm still ...empty
I need sex,... I'm sorry... to ask you... that like... that".
-I understand you know, I'm pretress of fertility and sexuality...
I'm just coming back." She went to Hardonnix and spoke to him.
I saw her touching his cock, jealousy grew in my mind... but Valida
came back to me. He accepted that I caress you, do you accept the same
for him, my idea is to caress both of you as an intermediate in your
relationship."
-Oh! Valinda yes! I answered.

I felt her tongue and hands in my cunt... Quickly I had
to hold back my moanings and when she left I felt fustrated.
Trying to hold my legs tight was impossible, and I only could see
her giving a blowjob to my husband. I felt a mix of arousing and
jealousy of seeing them...

She quickly came back to me. Her work was admirable and I was
forgetting the pain I had.
-Can you stop getting up and down, did she asked, still rubbing my
slit with her hands
-I wish I could.... Being up... is exausting and ...the pain in... the ankles
is terrible... Being down ... make it ...difficult to... breath and.. the pain
in the ass ... and wrist in great...
-I'm sorry, I did not know, It's worst than the pillory
-I never ... had been at ... the pillory yet.
-But.. It goes deeply into your ass ?
-Yes, even up... the tip ... is always in... scraping.
-It's hurting
-Little... nails are worst.
I was near from orgasm when she stopped and switched to my husband.
When she came back her face was covered with his sperm and that time
she lead me to orgasm. I though about her with her sewn cunt.

-Is The ... Temple ... destroyed ?
She looked at the village.
-Mostly...
-Aren't ... your vows ... of chastity ... Gone... with it ?
She looked at me...
-I have no vows but a seam. Of course there're vows, but they are not mines.
-Take our ... clothes ... they are ... warm
-That's right Saaba, I'm right, If you want I can something too keep you warm
-It is ... impossible... and with ... numb members ... pain is ... lower.
I've ... k'fe ... in my clothes.
-What do you have ?
-knife... cut ...stitches

Valida went and took my clothes, she found the knife. And she sat in front of me
her legs spreads and dress raised, At night it was not easy....
-Do not ...cut your ... self
-I prefere a cut cunt than a sewn cunt, It's easy for you, it's not yours that has
been sewn for months. Yours is out of reach for a few hours and you are weeping.
-Please ... move ... I've to ... piss .
-You're so presumptuous, I'm sure you're unable to reach me did she said laughing
as she moved
-Ooh! Nice trial...
At that Moment Hardonnix pissed also.
-I see it's a competition and I'm the target, so now it's my turn
She raised her dress and pissed also. Then she sat and continued to open
her cunt. I saw her masturbating as she finished. Once she came she sat and looked
at me
-Tidy... knife... to defend... or suicide... avoid that.
-Thank you Saaba.
-How ... will ... they ... kill ..us ? ...be...head...ing ...tomor...row.
-I suppose, that they will broke your legs, like they've done to her.
-I fear ... being ... removed. I fear ... dying ... here
-I'll be there Saaba
-Will my ... soul ... stay ... nailed ... pole.
-I'll work to have your body removed and buried
-Thank ... you ... Valida... try ... sleeping
-I've to watch over you, like you did for me.
-No ... matter ... I die ... early...
-I did not think of it...
-It's ... nice ... you're ... next to me.
She stretch herself on the grass and slept.

During the night my mind hesitated. Going back on my love to Hardonnix
would end my pain, but what about when our souls will meet again ?
The pain was driving me mad, but as a noble Gaulish girl I had to take
it all the way.

When the sun raised I felt the cold from the night burning my skin.
Hardonnix expression was not good, but what about mine? The Romans
were up and chaining the other people of the village.

The were leaving when Valida woke up
-How do you do Saaba? She asked.
-I've ... cramps ... to dis ... tract ... me ... from ... the nails'... pain.
-You are so sexy running up and down, did she said rubbing her lips, Do not
think I'm masturbating, the seem scarfs are hurting.

We get a few amount of wine again, a soldier came to have a look at my ass.
One was near Hardonnix also. I felt my seat going away. I flet better im my ass,
But I have no seat any longer. I saw it on the soil there was boold on it and the
rod ended with something like a curved head. The soldier forced me up again. and
fixed something to the pole.

-What's ... that asked I to Valida.
-It's like a blade, you can sit on.
-I've no ...choice,... I have ...to use... a seat.
-Hardonnix as nothing...

The blade was cutting my crotch, and it was another pain that added
to nails and cramps. My mind began to be full of pain.

Valinda tryed to tell me strories to distract me as I was doing when she
was displayed. The morning passed slowly. I was sure, that I was to
be killed at noon: displayed for one day and then executed. The
only trouble I had about that, was that they made to other leave before
the execution.

When I understood the sun has passed its top, I was near from breaking
how many time will I be able to endure this? How many time Hardonnix
will have to endure this?

Valida told me :" The Roman chief said that you have to die by yourself.
In fact the way you are nailed is your sentance, not a kind of
pillory. Some one like Hardonnix can last up one week before dying.
But I have an idea, be brave up to this evening."

I saw Valinda collecting roots. The afternoon was worst than
everything, and I was near from drunk, as I was given lot of wine.

At the begining of the night a soldier came to put again the seat
with the ass rod. The first time was not a pleasure, but the second
day was worst.

Once the soldier was off, Valida looked at my ass. She asked me to be
brave but I didn't felt what she did. She went to Hardonnix and made the
same.

-I'm sorry for what I've just done, But I think it's the best for both
of you. I've widened one of your wound in your ass, because it's hard
to see and I've inserted a poisonnous root in it, I will take about
one hour, and you will get nice dreams in a few minutes."

-Thanks ... Valida ... But ... you ?
-Me ?
-What ... will ... you ... become
-After your death I'll be the soldiers' whore... But I have some root
left.
-Valida... you're no ... whore
-Saaba, I like sex with boys, I really want to being fuck when it's
enough I'll took the roots.

What happened to me? I was so hot in the cold night, I was flying
like a butterfly from dick-like flower to cunt-like flower, Valida
wasn't able to fly, her wings might have been wet. Perhaps this was
due to flower ejaculation. I was anxious not to let my wings go. But
my wrist were fixed on it. Suddenly I falled, I did not let my
wings go, they might have been broken, and I was falling unable
to get up. The sex-flowers faded away. I was unable to breath
I would ask to Valida if she knew that fallen butterflies die
smothered, but everyone knows butterflies cannot speak.

The Urinate session

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Let's try... or The emperor favorite

This story is a fantasy by Beynazura. 

I was the emperor favourite since one month when I have been overthrown. The preceding favourite created a spectacle in which she was garrotted for the emperor pleasure. Of course he didn’t let his second concubine die slowly smothered. So the concubine apprentice he was with changed her place with the now new favourite and died slowly as they were having sex.

I had an idea, and I contacted the executioner and we prepared a show for the emperor. He was happy to have a young and beautiful girl to execute and to execute that way.

I am very anxious, I don’t want to die, and I know that it will hurt, but tomorrow I will be the new emperor favourite, or I will be dead… Or I will be waiting to die suffering a lot. But he cannot be insensitive to the fate I have chosen, the other girl will die in my place.

I prepared myself carefully. My body is fully epilated, I am in the nude. The emperor came in with one of the concubine apprentice. She’s shaking she knows she probably will die there in my place. She’s nude also, and I must recognise she’s pretty.

The emperor’s doctor comes in. He will say at each stage if I can be healed. When I get the mercy he will say if I’ll be back near the emperor to be healed or if I will be quicly killed. This thought makes me chill.

I lay myself down on the cross and close the shackles around my wrists and ankles. They are not tight yet.
The executer comes in.
The emperor says him: “ This is not a common execution. This young girl has not done anything wrong, she just want to offer me a show. So there is no need to cut her hair. If she asks for a pause it will be granted”
That’s the way I understand it my emperor. We had a meeting together so we already had an arrangement, replies the executor as he stretches the ropes. I am spread onto the cross. My legs are opened so the emperor as a view of my slit. I see he is excited. The concubine is still undecided on what to do, with such a dummy she will be on that cross in no time.

The executor doesn’t hurry up as he places small wooden plates under my elbows wrist knee and ankle. My scar rises up a level as I am even more stretched.
What are these for? asks the stupid young girl.
It raises the height of the bones over the wooden cross, so they will easily shatter, replies the executioner. I am really anxious, he speaks about my bones! I feel a need to piss despite I was precautionous about this.
My emperor we decided with your second concubine that she will be blind for the first blow and not for the second, so she will say what is worse. It will help us.
That’s fine if it can help you making your job better.
I am near to say stop as the blindfold is put around my head. I hear him. I want to know where he is. He moves around me. He’s near my leg but we said he should begin by my upper member so I will still be able to make love with the emperor when he decides to … Outch!
The blow came on my left forearm I felt both bones being broken. I breathe heavily to avoid shouting. The blindfold is removed and I see my arm with this odd form. The pain is much more that I thought. I look to the emperor. He smiles to me. The concubine caresses his sex through his dressing. But he doesn’t say anything. And the executioner comes again to me. Oh! No not yet, but I want to be brave I do not say anything. He slowly put the bone breaker onto my upper left arm. My breathing is synchronous with his moves. I see the bone breaker rising, I close my eyes trying to be ready for the blow but nothing comes and I loose my bladder control. I am ashamed. I open my eyes and realize the executioner is now on my right, not on that side if he strikes there my both arms will be broken, too late. My right forearm is broken. My eyes are in tears. The pain is terrible. I cannot imagine being broken any more, but I cannot imagine being fucked by the emperor looking the other girl being broken. I hope the doctor would relive me.
What is the worse? The executioner asks.
Both are terrible. But the way you changed your mind is the worse…
I’m skilled, you chose well. He replies smiling.
The doctor inspects my forearms.
The breaking is clean It can be healed. I also can give her a medicine for the pain.
Oh no ! replied the emperor, she has chosen this execution and up to now she is the bravest of all the people I have seen being broken. I want to see how she deals with it further.
The doctor only mops the sweat on my body, I wasn’t conscious I was in sweat. I didn’t expect the emperor would let me there after the second blow.
The executioner comes back again, we said that the three first blows would be on the arms, and he put the bone breaker on my leg. I’m shaking. I try not to react; he smiles as he sees the surprise in my eyes, then the bone breaker moves along my thigh. The end passes on my sex a chill runs along my body as the stick runs on my skin, passes over my belly I hope he will not smash my ribs. It is between my breast…
the emperor asked me for your thighbone to be next.
Before I could react the pain hit me in my right thigh. Once again I screamed with the blow but I succeed in not howling between the blows. But now I’m weeping. When I open my eyes I only see the rod falling down and a new pain rising up my other thigh. That time I’m howling as the doctor looks at my crotch. It can still be healed he says. The emperor comes to me. It is not too late, I know he will decide it is enough.
Can you stretch her any more? I mean for having her pussy more opened than that.
I cannot believe what I hear, but the executioner makes my legs spreads more, more than what I could have done.
She’s in pain, the emperor says, can you make her come? The concubine puts her tongue on my belly button. “If she doesn’t come by this hourglass you’ll take her place” At last, as I’m sure I won’t come, it’s finished! But the tongue of the concubine is pleasant and thinking about it helps me to forget my pain. The pleasure is building inside me and there is nothing I can do about it. I have a look at the hourglass, it’s far from finished. Frightened I look at the concubine. She winks at me and stops licking for a second, and come back quickly. That time her tongue is quick and sharp there is nothing I can do and everybody laugh as the apprentice show me she was mastering. I’m still on the cross. The executioner replaces the wooden plates under my knees and ankles as they have moved. I cannot stop this anymore, I bite my lips. As the executioner sees that he gives me a piece of leather, and turns around me putting this deadly tools on my upper arms, then on my calf, so I am really surprised when it squashes on my hand. He plays with my crotch with the end of it, and smashes my right arm.
I’m allowed a new pause. The doctor is not sure my hand can be healed, it is possible it has to be removed. I want that to stop immediately but before I can say something
Please do not break hands and feet now, we need to be able to stop at any time and heal her. The emperor says.
I am eased that he is still in that mind, but why doesn’t he stop this crashing game now. As I look at him I saw the concubine with his penis in her mouth. He is not naked yet.

The show goes on. The bone breaker tickles my breast and breaks my left arm. My teeth must be deep in the leather. The man that breaks me is between my legs. He smuggles the stick in my pussy, then play with my clitoris and then in one movement breaks both calves.
I woke up after having passed out. They are all around me. The doctor place a paste on my tongue to help me. I am broken. All my limbs are broken. Perhaps I really wanted that. All my limbs are swelling and hurting.
My dear you are really brave. So you’ll get another chance to see this apprentice replace you.
If she’s unable to make you come she’ll be there to be broken to death, but that time she’ll be allowed to use her hands. If you loose, you’ll get another chance.
Once again the hourglass indicates the time. But she’s very skilled. Her hands pass on my butt then on my pussy, she takes her time, she must be sure she will win. I am divided, I want her to go deeper quickly but I know I must not come that time. Otherwise the unhealable breaking would begin, it is her or me. I have a look at the hour glass. It is almost passed, she cannot win. I make an evil smile at her. She gives it back to me, and knocks three fingers in my pussy and one in my butt, once, twice… there is some grains left in the hourglass when I find my breath back.
You loose the emperor said, I should have said Melina is an expert with women! As the new breaking might not be healable we can say you’re playing with your life. So now Melina will urinate and you will swallow. If she moves too much around your mouth or does not piss enough she looses. If you cannot swallow all you loose. I look at Melina. She’s not smiling any more. I suppose she doesn’t need to piss. Slowly she takes place over my head. It is the first time I see a woman slit so near. I can smell her. I open my mouth, but nothing comes. She lowers herself and I have my noose in her slit.
Melina, you have to piss right now or you loose.
I fell some drops on my tongue. The taste is strong. I swallow. Some drops more, then a stream… I swallow with my mouth open, but I cannot empty it at the same speed she filling it and finally the urine overflow…
Oh!... It seems Melina is lucky today.
I am in shock, I will be broken more than I already am. I still hope to be replaced by Melina but I know that I may loose one limb…. I’m lost in my thought when the shocks comes to me the elbow has been crushed. Without any stop he strikes again on the wrist. The pain that was already unbearable rises from one level to the next one. Melina is playing with the emperor balls as the rod crushes my other elbow wrist and hand.
It is the next pause. I hope a word from the emperor. But the doctor says he thinks my arms cannot be healed.
We could have you armless it could be amazing, what do you think the emperor says.
It’s a good idea my emperor, I reply, hoping to leave that place of torture
There is just one thing I want to experience I suppose you don’t have any objection he says with his hand on my pubis.
Oh ! no, and I’m not in a position to say anything.
I should have been quiet.
break her hips and spread her legs more!
The pain is really unbearable and I suppose my pussy is wide open. The emperor is naked now.
I’m sorry but a really wanted to fuck a wide open pussy, It not something one can experience everyday.
Each of his penis movement was a great pain as it rubs against my broken hips
you’re not happy to feel your emperor dick in your twat, you prefer a whore tongue?
I’m sorry with my broken hips it is painful
And you’re not tight enough. You could make an effort for you emperor!
Once again I am alone on that cross. Unable to move, but even if the ropes were removed I would be unable to move broken like I am.
 So What do you prefer asks the executioner, knee or ankle? I still fell his work tool inside my legs near my knee. Before I could answer the blow smashes my right ankle.
They need to wake me. I am overmelt by the pain. I think there will be a pause, but the executioner continues with my knee on the opposite side. He insures I am still conscious and breaks my other knee. I need time to understand that this yowl comes from me. I cannot speak I want a pause but the pain is too much to speak so I cannot stop him before he works on my only ankle left.
That’s right, little girl, he says in my ear, we’re near from finished now. He turns around me to finish my hands and feets. I am near from mashed meat.
What’s next asks the emperor.
Normally I should break each limb segment once more says the executioner
Please make it stop I ask !
But you know, one other concubine may try the same thing you did, so I must not let you survive to this. And you’ve  been very brave so you’ll get an easy death. Believe me it will be an example for all concubine.
Melina is not an apprentice I ask
Not really he replies with an evil smile, she should have been hanged for homosexuality. She accepted the challenge. She has won her liberty, hasn’t she ?
She has… I reply. In some way I hope she will play with me once more.
The executioner winds a leather lace around my neck. I should not have tried this.
This kind of death is normally for girls that betrayed me and you didn’t so I don’t want you to be braided on that well. Oh please Melina could you show us how uncomfortable the wheel is.
I look as Melina lay herself on the wheel. She is anxious about the emperor. The wheel hub is in the middle of her back making her rear.
You see how uncomfortable it is, Thank you Melina. And she is not broken. So As you did not betray me You’ll be quickly stuffed now, but before I want a favour from you.
Thank you my emperor, and I would be happy to grant you a favour.
Would you, please suck you executioner dick? I am surprised
… err? If you ask for it my emperor…
would you like Melina to do something for you ?
…err… she’s very skilled and I would appreciate if she wants to.
Of course Melina says. Her face is open-minded this time.
Despite the pain I enjoyed the game. The executioner dick is big. It is the first time I see another dick than the emperor one. I laugh in myself that normally sucking a man’s dick leads concubine to the wheel. Me it is the wheel that makes me suck a man’s dick. I succeed in swallowing most its sperm and Melina leads me to a terrible orgasm. Now I wait for the lace to tighten…
I do not want you to shout anymore, says the emperor, and he gives me the leather piece. But that time he and the executioner bind it.
Oh… I just forget… You just sucked another dick than the emperor one…
I am stunned !
So let the torture go to its normal end!
I want to cry to shout, but I cannot. The executioner is quick now. He breaks each bone a second time. Then it is my ribs and shoulders time.

After a pause the doctor washes me. I see Melina is annoyed for me.
Then the ropes are removed. I hope for the lace. But instead of that My limbs are folded on my belly. You cannot imagine how much this hurts!
Then I am carried onto the wheel. My head hangs down and anything I can do is almost impossible as the pain is unimaginable. My buttock is on the wheel other side. Then my limbs are passed through the wheel’s wire. And finally I am obscenely exposed. The men take the wheel and I am carried in the palace. I recognise the harem. I am displayed in the central place of the harem. Melina is near me. The concubines arrive all around us.
Hang Melina there says the emperor and he leaves.
I see Melina protests then being hang. I see her kick. I see her face become purple. I see her dead. As I am still alive nude and exposed. Some concubines pinch my skin or breast. I stay there and I wait for a death that does not come easily.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Unusual requirement

This story is a fantasy by Beynazura

She looks at the sheet of paper as she strips. Once naked, she goes to the bathroom to shave her pubis
as it was required. That was not the first time, but she finds that too girlish, so she does not
maintain it shaved. Do not think she's hairy, her lips are always bare, but she keeps an area of
pubic hair. So Shaving it is not too long. The next requirement is silk stockings. she takes them
but does not slip them on, they are so delicate, she does not want to get a run in it. Then she goes
down the stairs and looks outside. the farm yard is empty, but she must reach the barn on the other
side. She hopes nobody is looking there, and she runs across the yard.

For the preceding bet she already had to go naked in this barn. And the bet would not have been won
if she had tried to keep any clothes. As the farm door cannot be opened from outside without the key
it is a no-return point, she has to go all the way now. She does not found the expected envelope,
and it gets on her nerves. Finally she choose to have a look upstairs.

The envelope lay onto a box. In the box she immediately understood the gag-ball and blindfold way of
use, but why so much rope with cuffs ? Reading the letter is a shock, but she unwants to lose her
bet so she puts the books he had bringed there on the chair. she knot a noose as explained on the
letter and fix it to the bear. Scared and exited at the same time her hands shake as she does not want to
fall from the chair.

Now that the noose is dangling she can remove some of the books to have her head at the noose level.
She began to pass her head through it when she remembered. So she gets downs and slips the stokings
She is aroused and think about touching herself, but thought about him, she has to wait for him.
She locks up the ankle shackle on her left leg, an think about to climb onto the chair. Of course
she has no key at all. luckily the other side is not closed yet. So she does the same with the handcuff
on her left hand and pass the blindfold on her forehead.

Once on the top of the books she closes the ankle shackle. No way to get down now. Once the noose
around her neck she though that the letter asked the line to be as taut as possible, so she pulls
the knot tight and looked at her feet darked by the stocking. They are slippery but she succeed in sliding
one book away, an then moves on the one under. The book falls and she is one inch lower. She fells the rope
around her neck and thinks the tautness in enough. She takes the blinfold, and has a look around and she sees
the letter with on it... the gag-ball.

She tries to loosen the noose, but now the tight rope does not allow it to her, she cannot stay on her tiptoes
so long. She also realizes that with her ankles bound she has no chance to reach the gag and get back standing on the books. Then she slides the blindfold on her eyes, and closes the cuffs with her hand on her back.

She already now that he will see it as soon as he will be there. It is the first bet she loses, perhaps he won't
count it so bad. Will she get an extra punishment for this oversight. It seems ages for her before she hears something.
As usually she is scared. Who is it ? perhaps it is burglars... The sound seems to be in the stairs, is there several persons of is that an echo ?

Or perhaps nothing, there is no other sound than her heart beating, but she makes a jump as she fells something on her butt.
It is a hand.
-You forget the gag-ball !
-I had no way to get it ba...
-Shut up and open your mouth !

And she is gaged. she cannot hear where he is, she is scared and aroused by the situation. she waits for his hands on her body.

-Three errors, my dear, I think we can say the bet is lost this time, don't you think ?
-Humm! she forgot the gag but that was the only error, wasn't it ?
-You forgot the gag, knowing that you should be gaged, you speaked, and finally, shouldn't the rope be taunt ?
She could have lost her balance as he removed one more book. It changes the situation, her windpipe is really constricted and breathing is only possible when she is on her tiptoes. The silk makes it hard to keep her balance as her toes slip onto the book surface. She is more scared than ever, but she knows that now his hand will come on her body, but wonder about the unknown voice.

She felt one hand on her butt, sliding down. It makes her wet.
-Spread your legs my dear.
The hand stopped, but she was unable to spread her legs enough for the hand to pass there.
-You don't want ?
How badly she wants it ! But the hand comes on her pubis and slides down her slit
-As far as I can touch, you don't need me any more, so have a good time alone...
-Hemmm! she tried. She badly needs him but she cannot say it to him.
She felt his hands on her butts, she hopes he won't push her away !
She felt his lips in her back as another pair of hands touch her thigh
It was colder long narrow hands caressing her. She also felt soft lips kissing
her on her pubis
-I thought you were happy to meet Nadia, enjoy yourself, and come down with us when you
have finished.
-Hnnnnnn!
She hears them down the stairs, and can easily imagine that they are doing in the straw from the noises they make.

-What will the police say ? she hears .
-she had commited suicide...
And they laugh.

The Castration Law

This story is a fantasy by Beynazura

This story began when they rang at my door. I had worked late in the evening, and I was hardly awoken when I opened the door. The two policemen asked me to follow them. Freely or handcuffed if did not agree with their invitation. They just let me time to get a right suit. They also wondered I had a brown jacket, and had handled it.

At the police station, I had been asked for photograph and to stand with other men as you can see it in lots of films. They also asked me to get the jacket for some more pictures. After this I met the police officer. He began by asking about my evening the day before, and he seemed worried that nobody called me that evening. Then he asked me about women and my relations with them. “Did ever used violence against a woman?”
-          Or course not!
-          Sarah MoonMood said that two weeks ago…
-          Err, Right I have not been fair with her, but I was drunk, and…
-          Does being drunk gives you right to use violence?
-          No of course not, I really regret what I’ve done at that time, but Is this the reason why I’m here?
-          No it’s not, do you recognize this GSM?
-          It’s mine
-          Sarah MoonMood had been sexually attacked yesterday evening…
-          No…
-          … She was reaching her door when she’ve been raped; the man was waiting for her…
-         
-          … She couldn’t believe it was you, but the man looked like YOU. She called you at home, but no answer…
-          …, I don’t remember, I must have not heard it…
-          …Then she called your GSM, and heard it, it was on the pavement, the rapist has lost it.
-          …But that’s not possible…
-          …You have lost it, the people that came at her howls recognized you…
-          …I was at home
-          …The telephone company confirms the call, but you did not reply…
-          …I DO not remember the call…
-          No matter, Where were you the week before?
-          I beg your pardon?
-          And the week before again?
-         
-          Sarah’s sure you are her attacker, the two other’s also described the same methodology…
-          But…
-          Were they training for the Sarah’s day?
-          You’re joking?
-          Did Sarah pleased to you
-          Of course she does, every body knows that
-          Did you say that no ways she had to go in your bed?
-          Yes, but It was with friends and It didn’t mean…
-          You really do not want to accept the truth?
-          WHAT truth? I’m innocent.

Then I had been driven to the judge.

- Hi, Do you know the rules for sexual abuse?
- Err, no, but I’m not the one that…
- Every one that is driven here says he’s not the one.
- …
- There is a special procedure for that kind of things; the trial is in four days
- Can I have a lawyer?
- Of course, as soon as we’ve finished with you; about an hour… and you will be able to go and see any surgeon any lawyer you want…
- Surgeon?
- Your are supposed dangerous, so the normal way is jail up to the trial, but I do not like this way, do you ?
- I do not either…
- The other solution is a chastity belt you will have to wear from now up to and during the trial
- Err … what?  A chastity belt…
- That’s right, so that you won’t be able to sexually attack women, you won’t be able to have sex, but you’ll be free, free to run at your lawyer by example.
- No sex for 4 days? I think it’s better than jail, and so I would be able to get ready for the trial.

So I had been driven to the belting centre. In fact it was only a small room in a medical and justice institute. I had been told to remove my trousers and pant, the handcuff on. A young woman with a white blouse entered and asked me to lay on what I had supposed to be a gynecological chair. She was pretty, and I cannot prevent an erection. Her reaction had been the coldest you can imagine.
-          “I know you need to attack women to release your sexual impulse, do not think of that here.
She quickly straped my arms to the chair’s arms, and my legs to the leg support of the chair. I think I had preferred a man, but I’m not sure. My situation was… embarrassing, and I couldn’t control my erection. She passed her head between my legs looking to my crotch.
-          I’m sorry, I cannot control this
-          That’s why you’re here, not true.
-          Err Not exactly, In fact
-          STOP, and listen how this will be under control…
-          Err…
-          The LB001 for sexual imposter, I’ll put it on you. If the trial is delayed you’ll have to come here every two week for us to change it.
-          Why every two weeks?
-          For us to clean yourself and to check the knife release mechanism
-          KNIFE?
-          If you try to remove the belt yourself, or if you try to leave to avoid the trial, a blade will cut off all your genitals
-          Err? Never had an accident with that?
-          Never since you’ll be the first one for this program. If it works normally the blade must be hot white so no risks of infection of too much blood loss.
-          How the blade “knows” that I’ve left?
-          The knife is released every two weeks, she said smiling.
-          Ah!!! And for the toilets
-          You’ll have to sit, like women, but it is something you better have to be used to. There is no rear protection, If you have gays friend…
-          No thanks, that’s all.
She placed the upper part of the belt around my belly an as I was still erected she took my penis and began stroking it slowly…
-          Do you want a last orgasm?
-          Eh? It is very embarrassing…
-          I hope you won’t regret, she said as she put an ice bag on my wee-wee to make it shrink.
She drove it inside the shield part, and closed the belt with a lock that was at the bottom of the belt between my legs. The click from the lock had a special sound for me. I get my clothes again. The belt was not visible once my trousers on.

It was less than one hour since I’ve met the judge, and I was running to my lawyer, a little afraid about a failure in the belt mechanism…
-          It is a good thing you came to me
-          What can we do?
-          First of all you must go to a surgeon; I have some piece of advice for you…
-          Surgeon, but what for…
-          For your castration, No way, you will be found guilty. The only thing you can do is to choose the surgeon that will process the castration, or let the belt make its work.
-          But the trial…
-          I’ve read all you bring to me. You cannot win, in 4 days you won’t be a man any longer.
-          But you are one of the best lawyer of the town, aren’t you ?
-          Yes, I am, So trust me when I say your trial is already lost. About that, couldn’t you choose another lawyer?
-          Cannot we see with Sarah?
-          I think Sarah wants you castrated, but no matter what she wants, now it is a state affair, so no way…
-          Do you have advice?
-          Recognize you’ve been caught. Do not take any lawyer for the trial. A go to this surgeon. He gets the agreement, but his specialty is transsexuals; see what he can do for you…

I spent the afternoon complaining, I surfed on the Internet to find information about chastity belts, castration and transsexuals, I was scared… If I could I would have masturbated, but I quickly found it impossible, and I try not to push on the belt too much to avoid the blade…
I found some thing on milking men in chastity belt, but I only succeed in making me hornier than I already was. I understood what the girl from the belting centre means by last orgasm.
I hardly slept that night; I passed hours looking at the belt in a mirror.

The second day I had a chance meeting the surgeon. In fact I would have waited for months if it was not a legal affair.
-Here is your choice: The belt is the worst, the blade cut through the genitals and do not remove all but make all non-usable, urethra included. You’ll have to see a surgeon anyways, but very little can be made after that.
The second choice is me to make the equivalent, you become a nullo also but you get a true pee hole between yours legs instead of at the front, it is easier to use. There is still problems controlling your urethra.
The third choice is to build you a woman appearance; the pee-hole will be in some vagina like lips. That is what most transsexuals want. If you want a vagina it is possible so that you will be able to be fucked, but pleasure less for you.
And finally the big show the same but we try to connect the nerves so perhaps after some time you’ll be able to learn to get pleasure as a woman. Of course the price is higher…
-I’m not sure I am ready being a woman, but …
-You are afraid being not a man neither a woman? The transformation can be slow. You’ll have testosterone in your veins some time after the trial, an even if I build a woman sex for you; you can take substitution hormones to keep your man appearance, or at the opposite take woman hormone to take the opposite sex appearance.
-What…err, you will remove…
-The law says shaft and balls…
-full…
-…Castration…
-Do you have a piece of advice for me?
-In my opinion it only depends on the money you have… Even if you do not fell to be a woman or to make love with a man, being a woman allow you to masturbate… The other choices kill this for ever.
-Err?
-Let me show you some work on your pictures, and see what you’ll look like as a woman…

His arguments and his work convinced me that I could be a nice girl, but inside me I fell a man, and I have not enough money for the nerve operation, so I do not see any interest in paying just to gets vaginal lips, so I was accepting the pee-hole between my legs…

That night I was trying the milking again, when I realized that I was trying to get pleasure from vegetables like women in some porn’s. Then the solution appears to me.

I tried the Banks but none of them could give me the money for the operation, there were two days left only. I called the surgeon, and he explained to me that the operation must be paid before the trial, because it was not a right to get the operation instead of the pain, but a tolerance only.

So I finally resume to go to some special money rent office, that laugh at me saying that as a woman I would have new ways of earning money. That was also what I was thinking about also, but not happily.


When the trial day came, the operation was paid at 25% interests and I had no lawyer…

In the room, I could recognize Sarah, but also the girl from the belting centre. It was crowded. The trial went on for two hours, each of the victims said they recognized me but they have not seen my face, only my jacket. But the phone was merciless, and so I get the pain as my lawyer had said. Immediately I was driven to the surgeon clinic in police car with the belting centre girl next to me.

-          Tomorrow you’ll be a woman.
-          Someone between a man and a woman.
-          The surgeon you choose is known as the best, I do not think the pain was created in this purpose.
-          Which purpose ?
-          You’ll keep your sexual activity as a woman; the pain was created for man like you to be denied any sexual activity.
-          Errr, I don’t know…   …but why denying any sexual activity?
-          That what the man who raped me tried for me…, as she said that, she show me her hairless pussy,
-          Looks at my lips, your surgeon succeeded in sewing them back, but imagine the suffering I’ve passed through…
I was afraid she would take a revenge in releasing the blade, But she did not. At the clinic she explained that she has been designed to follow the operation, and confirm the castration. Once I’ve been strapped to the bed, she removed the belt. As I erected again for the fist time since she put the belt, she look at me
-Again, so look here, see the blade, it was not a joke.”
In fact this made me harder than ever, in the belt the blade was under the scrotum. She looked at my penis and took it again in her hand. Then she moved her hand down to my balls and then to my ass.
-You want sex a last time?
-Errr, I am in position, I cannot… I am really sorry to what has been made to you, no matter what you think I never forced a woman, and I would understand that you hate men.
-You do not answer my question… Her hands were moving up and down from my shaft to my ass so I was near to mad, of course I wanted her to go further, but I suspected something.
-In my position I have nothing to want, or not to want, It is you to decide.
I see her eye clear, I fell one of her finger in my ass, but before I can say anything I fell an orgasm coming from my ass…
-Nice answer. It is your last orgasm as a man and your first as a woman she said some sperm on her face.
I quickly fall asleep.

When I woke up, she was near me.
-Here are your balls, and here a piece from your penis
-A piece?
-Yes they needed some of it to build vagina, clitoris and lips
-Err
-I was there, I hope one day you will come and pay your due to me…   And she left before I really understand what my due was.

The next days were not easy. Urinating was hurting, but at least I was used to sit since it was the same with the belt. Two month later, my pussy nearly like the belting centre girl one, but nothing appends when I tried to put my hand on it. I have to recognize that this situation was easier that wearing the belt, my sexual impulse was lower. I was scared that the operation didn’t succeed, and the man who led the money began to phone me to know when I would be able to give him the money back…

So I decided to go to the medical and legal institute, to met the girl.
- Hi, How do you do ? She said smiling.
- Err…
- Oh!!! Please could you strip, so that I can see how you look like she said as she locked the small room door.
- The situation was more embarrassing that I imagined, but I striped as she was behind my back, then I turn round, and discovered she was naked in the chair…
- Wonderful, You really look like a man but without… with a woman pussy… I am so sorry but since the first time I see you I known I’ll like that, excuse me…
I began to understand what was my due to her, so I began to put my hand on her leg going down to her thigh.
- How many time did it took … I mean for your pussy…
- Yours doesn’t … work?
- Err, I just tried once or twice to rub my clitoris, but…
- Nothing? Ah Ah Ah!!! That’s wonderful, excuse me, but knowing you cannot have sexual satisfaction make me cum…   …oh! Please lick me, that’s so good, I’m really sorry, but that’s so good for me…
The situation was not as bad as if I had the belt on. I would have an erection the belt would have prevented hurting me. Of course It was not easy…
When she relaxed, she said she was sorry, but since her rape she had not had a so powerful orgasm. She was really sorry for me, and said that she began the get sensation from her sewed lips and clitoris about 6 months after the operation, but before that she could get lower sensations from her nipples.
-          Do you take any hormones
-          I took testosterone since the operation, but each day less…
-          Why not trying women hormones?
-          The surgeon suggest that I switch when I am ready to become a woman.
-          Do you have sexual impulse?
-          Less and less
-          OK I take note of it, come to me in one month, please, and I’ll take care of being more … professional.
-          Err,   Why do you take notes of that?
-          In fact I am also in charge of following your return to normal live, she said becoming red.
-          You said I was the first one
-          Two others have been done, yet, but the second one has been castrated by the belt as he tried to remove it on its own, and the third one get the simplest operation.
-          Did you … play the same game as you’ve done to me…?
-          Err, not because they are really violent, you seem to accept your fate, they don’t.
-          But you still think I’m guilty
-          I thought, but know I have some doubts, but it is evidence, isn’t it?
-         
-          You know, I think I like you, I really want you to find a way with your pussy, even if my fantasy is…
-          To castrate as you’ve been castrated…
-          Yes I think so… Can I try something on you?
I laid down my belly while her hand were on my ass, so I felt one finger introducing itself, but before I can say anything I felt warmth building up in my crotch, but not as power full as it has been the operation day.
- I had a boyfriend who liked that, did she said smiling and washing her hands. It was not bad but I felt humiliated once more.


The next days I tried to rub or pinch my male nipples, and finally I went back to the surgeon for women hormones, and the next month, I had got a teenager breast, lost lots of hair on my belly, and I must say that my nipples were beginning to reply to rubbing…

-          You have changed, do you need to shave any more…
-          I’ve not for two weeks, but there is a little hair onto my pussy and legs
-          Like women have… Do … Do you want to strip, please, I promise to be … professional…
Then I strip down once more
-          You have a little breast, you began to look like a women, you have to change your suits I suggest
-          Err, skirts panties an nylons you mean ?
-          Yes, at least panties instead of your man pants, really, and for your leg… try… to be more feminine
-          You think it is easy?
-          No I don’t, but do not try to be both man and woman. You have chosen breast, so go further…
-          Are you always exited by castrated men ?
-          Excuse me? but I must say that seeing you last month was very exiting for me
-          It’s no longer?
-          You’re now too much feminine, I’m not lesbian, sorry
-          And the other ones
-          One has hanged himself, and the other had attacked women and tortured them, so he’s in jail.
-          Err…
-          The program is temporary stopped.
-          Can I ask you something?
-          I cannot say no, I think, but is depends on what you want.
-          Can you help me for buying clothes
-          Of course, but first come home for waxing…

Once at her house, we stripped together and she teached me how girls remove hair on their legs, girl to girl.
I was a little aroused to see her naked, but I thought she wasn’t able to see it as I no longer have a shaft. But she noticed my nipple, and I see her face changing
- I’m sorry, this is embarrassing, I didn’t want to torture yourself by being naked with you?
And we finally go shopping, and to restaurant. It was late when she drove me home and she insisted that I had to be wearing woman clothes, and shoes. In fact I needed those, to begin to work in streets at night to give the operation money back…

As I was opening my house door I felt caught by behind
-          You better suck well, bitch!
I cannot understand what happed next, but I found myself turned with a bad smelling dick in front of my mouth and a knife blade near my eyes. As I hesitated my head had been beaten and I opened my mouth when I heard
- Hands up rapist…
The girl was there, behind the man in a brown jacket, just like the one I had…

Everything becomes clearer for everybody. Pictures of women were found at his home, including Sarah, and lots of GSM he had stolen. I had been founded innocent so justice gave me the money for the operation and more for the error they had made. Of course the castration cannot be changed, so I was trying to become a woman, when Sarah knocked at my door.

-          I’m so sorry, It's all my fault…
-          No you really thought it was me…
-          Yes I did, but it was false, I felt so guilty, I have been happy when you get castration, I though that would end you turning around me…
-          It worked, didn’t it?
-          Of course, but now, I felt guilty…
-          Sarah, that kind of things can happen; I just have to learn to live as a woman…
-          Can I help you?
She was crying and I took her between my arms I felt her hands on my breast
-          Is that real?
-          Err? yes
-          Can I.. Can I see them
She began stripping me and I felt her hands on my body, on my breast rubbing my nipples… And then I felt strange as if I was erected… As I tried to touch her breast I was felling harder and harder, but I was unable to touch the fabric of my pants, of my panties with my dick. Suddenly her hand swept down to my crotch
-          But!... You’ve got a clitoris! The bigger I’ve ever seen…
I hardly can remember what happened next, but her hands made my pussy work little by little, I tried to give this her back.
The day after we woke up one next to the other, both naked and I felt how marvelous it can be to be a girl.

The girl from the centre was happy to know, that I’ve found a place as a woman. The rapist castration program has been changed, and rapists now have choice between jail and the full castration.

Sarah moved to live with me. Once we tried with a man, but neither her or I found fun with him. So we lived as lesbian girls.

Two or three years later, we get invited in a lesbian party, And lots of girls were interested in my artificial pussy, so I spent the full party with people taking care of me, so near the end of the party the organizing girl decided I deserve a penality…   …The penality was to walk through the city wearing whore clothes and trying to speak to each men I would see, of course if I found one to fuck me at the party the penality will end, otherwise, I would have to wait an hour like that.

I think about how I would have paid my operation if I had not been recognized innocent… So I accepted. Sarah was so exited, that she decided that she would do it with me…

The night was cold and I was happy I had not to do that every night to pay my operation, but we quickly found a man that came to us…
-          Hello, How many…
-          Eh! It depends on what you want, one or both? Both are cheaper you imagine said Sarah.
-          And if you accept an experiment it can be cheaper for you I added.

The man was… a policeman, and we get driven to the police station. In less than an hour we passed the judge and where driven to the belting centre.

I found the girl again…
- Three years of chastity for prostitution?
- It was only a joke!
- I’m afraid not… here are the belts…
- I did not know that prostitutes were belted?
- It is a new program; you are the first ones… The belt prevents vagina penetration, anal penetration but also lips or clitoris stimulation…
Once belted, the girl smiles at me, and then lifted her blouse, and show us her belt: “I also get six years for what I’ve done the day you came back; I’ve still three years to go through…”