Medieval Justice

Here is a Fantasy By Beynazura

All my year students of history were here to visit this medieval castle. This castle was a wonderful rebuilding of a tenth century fortress. The visit was scheduled on two days: The village on the first day and the castle the next one. We began by some typical houses in the village when we arrived on the main place which was leading to the castle entrance. There were pillories. The Guide Began talking about justice in the Middle Age.

-Justice was rendered by the Lord. The decision could be a balance, but most sentences were bases on pain and shame. It begins with stocking sentences. Please take seat young lady", and he took me by the elbow. The pain in my arm was great and I had no way but to go where he led me. As the seat was in my legs I only could drop on the stock bench, and before I could have any reaction I heard the heavy wooden board enclosing my wrist and ankles. Every body was looking at me as surprised as I was.

-This was made for long sentences, one or two weeks, can you imagine staying here several days?”

-Err, The position is not so bad, I reply, but I cannot imagine staying there for more than one hour, perhaps two”.

-This spring day make it easy. You could have been sentenced a cold snowing winter day, or a hot summer one there is no shadow where we are...   ...But also imagine that on this place you have no more friends, every one can pinch you not to say the worst...   Of course some true friends will come at night to give some food and drinks. At first it appears not so bad, but finally you must understand that it is a real hardship." The Guide explained, but he showed no hurry to set me free.

-After stocking sentences we switch to death sentences, but death sentences used to begin by a stocking period, Come here sir, but as you see, it is much more uncomfortable, it is only one day before the sentence to begin." Francois was taken by the arm and very quickly found himself put in the stock in front of me.

-And do not think that death sentences were reserved to men, kneel down young lady… The guide took Sophie by the arm as he did with François and me, and before any of us understood what was going on she was kneeling her head and wrists enclosed by the pillory. I hated Sophie, and I really taught she hated me. I was happy, her position was much more humiliating than mine. What’s more she had chosen a mini dress, and this position made her unable to hide her panties. She was aware of it and tried to sit on her thighs, but the thickness of the board made it impossible for her to breathe when sitting, so she had to stay in a doggy style position.

-AhAh! The pillory doesn't allow lots of position!!!" and everybody laughed at her. “There is no known difference between the standing pillories, this young boy is experiencing and the young girl’s kneeling one”.

-For death sentences, stocks was not sufficient, the humiliation had to be greater, the Guide continued on as he went to Francois, so convict people had to strip, and he unbuttoned Francois' trousers and removed them with his briefs, I didn't see exactly what happened as the his stock was between him and me, but I heard Francois protesting as his clothes landed in the middle of the place... Sophie seemed to have difficulties to turn her head and was frightened.

-No you're not allowed...

-Stop, please, or you could be whipped... Francois shut and his teased shirt landed onto his trousers. I was shivering wondering the Guide will stop here...

-And of course, it was the same for women, he said ripping Sophie’s dress, bra and panties at once. She was crying and every one could see her naked...

-And when the sentence was due to a sexual offence, pubic hair had to be shaved, he said showing a clipper.

AS he sheared her sex Sophie hold on try to no cry too much, but I realized how much she was humiliated, and I really hoped The Guide would stop there. But he continued on to François. As that one protested, the Guide declared that men were often castrated either for sexual offence, so once again François shut.

-It is sometime said that convicts had their hair sheared, but it is untrue for the tenth century, unless the condemned was put to the "Question", that's the torture to get confession, so they could have their hair sheared or burnt.

-If you want we will go and visit the mill..., And all the student leaved letting us there...

-Sophie, I really hated you, but I'm really sorry about what happened to you, and to you also Francois". I said.

-Well, perhaps I deserve that humiliation, because I ... ... delighted to see you in this position.

-I also recognise, I delighted to see you stocked also, and in a more humiliating position than mine, but you didn’t deserve being stripped nakled and sex-sheared in public…

-I will avenge, Francois said, They're not allowed to do that ...

-I'm afraid, they are, because they make us sign a discharge form I said.

You mean, we allowed that, my god, why haven’t I read this from before signing it. I thought it was only for accident, Sophie said.

-In fact, I've read mine to late, and I did not understand what them meant by "accept to be subjected like Middle Age people that were in that place", I said.

-Do... Do you think they can ... I mean he spoke about death sentence or two weeks stocking

-Err, We should be at home tomorrow evening, Sophie, I don't think they can...  

Each of us had a look at the two other...

-What's your memoriam about? Sophie asked.

-Civil law and Justice in Middle Age I answered.

-Death torture like wheel Francois said...

-Mine was about hanging ... I had some difficulties swallowing at saying that.

-What do you mean I asked to Sophie?

-That our sentence is linked to our memoriam she answered.

-Is your position, well, comfortable François asked.

-I think I have no reason to complain, I said, I can move my head, but I wish I could move a little.

-Not too bad, it is very humiliating, and I suppose all boys have gaze between my thighs, but at least I could move a little.

-Mine is awful, I must stand, my head bent forward, and when I’m tired It cuit my breath because of the board thickness…

-I quickly discovered that also when I tried to sit Francois said Sophie. I suppose it is part of the sentence.

-Which sentence, from which trial? I’ve done nothing wrong, I do not deserve that.

-I do not think one of us deserves this sentence Francois, but we have no choice.

Some time passed and I began to fell an urge to empty my bladder. Of course I hope the Guide would come and set us free, but He wasn’t there and the need was slowly growing, and already I was unable to keep sitting, I was clenching my thigh to avoid wetting myself. Then a pissing sound came from Francois’ side.

-Oh Francois! I said.

-How do you want me to do, I really need… but as he replied a similar sound came from Sophie.

-Oh Sophie! I said again.

-Excuse-me Catherine, but hearing Francois I couldn’t hold on any longer!

-Oh, oh no, no I said as I noted a hot liquid flowed along my thighs. The odour quickly came to confirm I pissed myself.

-Catherine, Being naked has advantages, it seems, Sophie said smiling...

-Do you feel the sun hot Francois asked?

-Yes I do I said, I wish I could remove my sweater, it is really hot. Once again, being naked gives you an advantage.

-I'm not sure that it's a true one; I'm frightened about sunburnt...

-They're coming back I said.

-I hope they'll free us Sophie said.

-So do I, even if the price it to have to change my clothes in public... We laughed...

-Ok, the Guide said. So you can see that our naked friends have some colours due to the hot sun, and the third of them didn't smell well, so think about stocking not as a easy sentence. I propose to find a shadowy place near theses trees to have our picnic.”

-Have a nice time he said to us.”

-They're leaving Francois said.

-I no longer can see them I answered.

-They are just in front of me, at your back, and they're eating Sophie said.

-I'm very hungry Francois said.

-So do I, I said.

-We have to wait for somebody to give us something, I think Sophie replayed.

-No, Feeding a stocked person is punished by a one week stock sentence I explained.

-Like taking down a hung person was sentenced by hanging Sophie added.

-So Stocked people never eat asked Francois?

-Of course they did, but they were feed at night I answered.

-But I will not wait so long...

-You will wait I'm afraid we have no choice, Sophie told him.

I never felt so helpless before. Time passed slowly as the sun was heating me and buring the other’s skin. By middle of the afternoon I began to have cramps, but I supposed it was the same for the others when Francois began to complain once again

-Ah!! I've got cramp in my legs, that’s awful, I cannot take it...

-Shut up, Please, Of course you've cramp, but as I can see at her moving Sophie also has cramps and she doesn't complain.

I have pins and needles in legs and arms, and I suppose you also have in your arms. I am warm as you're burning from the sun, and this night we will be cold because you're naked and because I'm soaked with urine, and I let you imagine the pleasant smell and the irritation. We're thirsty, starving, but this is a form of torture and it is not supposed to be pleasant, and what's more Sophie and I can do nothing for you, as you cannot do anything for both of us, so we have to try entertaining ourselves instead of complaining.

-It is perhaps easier for me to change my position to avoid cramps. And I hope they won't let us there for the night. Catherine, in your search did you find anything on the fact that stocked people have to pee on themselves.

-It is not mentioned often, and it is different to read it and to suffer from it. In fact it is the most humiliating thing for me, and I cannot forget it, wetness, irritation, and smell... perhaps in Middle Age it was easier because they were used to be dirty.

In books they focus on the weather and the action of other people that could take advantage of the situation, at night by example.

And you Francois what did you find on the wheel torture.

-Well, The principle is to break bones as little as possible, and then to tie the man on a wheel until he dies. They began by running over the body with a chariot, but it as been changed to a bone breaker.

-Charming, but what is the cause of death...

-Loss of blood, sunburn, birds pecking... it is difficult to say. Some have been strangulated in reward for their braveness.

-Charming, Sophie said. Just for your information the picnic is ending, but they do not seem to come to us.

-So we can suppose we'll have to wait for the afternoon here, I answered.

-They cannot, we're missing the visit. said Francois

-In exchange we're learning the waiting of sentenced people...

And the afternoon passed slowly. Some birds came to us but we easily chased them away. But as the time went on they were less and less frightened by our crying. We could imagine that in Middle Age they were used to stocked people so they would have been difficult to chase away.

The sun was down on the horizon when the other student came back to us.

-They are only there for twelve hours. The naked ones are sunburnt, and we’re not in summer. The third one, is sweating, and if it was only sweat, she’s soaked with urine, and it is only the beginning. Now we will go for the meal and night. They will not be given food. Of course some of you will try to feed them. But if I see you doing it, you’ll share their fate...

Good night my prisoners” the guide said.

As the light was low we were getting cold. I think they were tired. We all were frightened at what was to come. I was able to see the group eating around the fire. Our breakfasts were forgotten for long and we were starving in the dark.

We tried to speak to change our mind but it was difficult.

I was getting asleep when some gays came to us…

-Hey François! How are you with young ladies, One is in the nude did you take care.

Then I realized, but in the dark it wasn’t easy, that there was some people behind François and Sophie, but I could not see what they were doing at first. They were doing it when I saw the wooden stick they shoved in François’ ass. He screamed as as piglet that is being spitted. Of course There was nothing he could do. They dig the other end of the stick so François was impaled on it and has no way to disengage it. A girl which was with them kneeled an gave him a blow job. When I turn My head I saw that Sophie was being raped. I tried to cry but as soon as I opened my mouth clothes were push into it, then a bag was put on my head. I don’t know what happened then. I think some of them pissed on me.

It lasted perhaps half an hour then they left. I heard François complaining and Sophie crying.

Time passed slowly before I heard another group of people. These ones were friendly. They freed me from my bag and gag, and François from its poker. I then saw that we all were covered with urine and semen. Our friend gave us some food and drinks. A girl took in charge washing Sophie, then François. She apologized that she couldn’t do something for my clothes. Speaking with her I learnt that Sophie was a virgin prior to her rape, and the rappers used her analy also.

Speaking was not easy after that. The night passed. I supposed they didn’t slept a lot. I was waken up by the sound of chains the Guide used on Sophie and then on François as he freed them from their pillories.

-You’ll be freed this evening young lady, the Guide said and he left leading Sophie and François. When I turned my head to see where they were going I discovered the gallows that was on the hill nearby. How could I had missed it up to now? François’ necklace chain is locked at the bottom to the gallows, as the Guide and Sophie are turning around. A noose swung with the wind. They are climbing Sophie stopped as the looked at the noose. But nude, her hands cuffed in her back she has no choice but to obey to the chain that pulled her hecklace.

I cannot see if she crying but I think that in her place I would.

Her iron necklace is opened and replaced by the rope. I saw her from my pillory where her place was empty at that time. I was alone. She was alone also. The Guide tightened the rope and she was made to climb on a tree trunk. The equilibrium is not easy as the trunk is not large enough. She was on her toes. I saw the wind I thought she was getting cold, and the Guide went downstairs. As he went ahead the gallows she looked at him with her head bent due to the tight rope around her neck.

The guide them took François leash ad lead him to the other side of the gallow. He seems to have more difficulties to climb that Sophie. Having this hands cuffed in his back he leans from right to left as he in the stairway. But when he saw something he said no and refused to go head. Several persons came to help the Guide. I couldn’t see them any more but I can hear François shouting and Sophie’s face as her place was better then mine to see what was happening.

After a few minutes something rose from the platform. It was a cross on which François was tied. All students were arriving and discovered Sophie half-hung and François crucified. At that moment A man with a black leather hood ran onto François platform. All began so quickly! He took a stick and beat François’ arms. I couldn’t watch any more but I was unable to look at something else. Methodically the executioner broke his forearms. He was shouting. His arms’ colour was awful and they were swelling. Then it was his calf. Sophie seemed choked also, but was unable to move in her equilibrium state.

François passed out but was revived and his thigh and upper arms were broken. He was loosing his voice from shouting so much, or it was our hears. Then I was ashamed: I was excited. I was wet. I couldn’t caress or touch myself, but seeing my friends being tortured and killed excited myself. His limbs are nothing but smashed meat with pieces of bones but the torturer found something else: his hands and foot. Several blows on each, He was sure of his job. François’ shouting are nonsense at that time.

The next blow are given at random I thought, but in fact not He broke hips and ribs. I never thought I would see such a show in the XXI century. François was lowered and untied. I cannot see what they are doing, but I saw Sophie’s face and the student crowd noises. The Guide and the executioner are coming to me. I was in fear. They were carrying something. Then he is just in front of me, but his eyes are lost in his own pain. He was knitted on a wagon wheel, and now hoisted on a high pole between the pillories.

Then they returned to the gallows. Sophie’s face was full of fear. The executioner took the trunk with both hands. “No” she said but it was cut but the drop as he removed the trunk. I saw her legs trying to find some support. The was turning and I saw her hands clutching. Then she tried to run away, she kicked. Her face was red, then purple. She was fading down. She was diing. It wasn’t an easy death, but much more easy than Francois’ one.

A stream of urine flew from her crotch. She moved her leg once or twice and it was finished.

The show was over. They went away to visit the castle.

I stayed alone in the cold wind. I looked at Sophie who dangled at the wind rhythm as François just moaned when birds came to him. I couldn’t realise that was real. My own torture was still on and I regretted wearing a jean when I had to poop.

It was noon when the wheel was lowered. François was still breathing but was no longer conscious. The Guide produced a leather strip and strangled him to death.

I have been freed as the bus was ready for leaving so I had no time to change my clothes. Once at home I spend half an hour in the shower, but the irritation took time to fade away. In my dreams I saw François and Sophie very often.

The next year we visited a ancient China palace. I was happy to see one of the gay that raped Sophie being made a eunuch. The one that sodomized François was being slowly strangled when I came to see him at night and gave him an unexpected support with a stick up his ass.

This helps me to be in peace with my dead friends. In a few days we are to visit an antic park ruled as the Romans would. I am anxious as my memory work was about a history of crucifixion. I know I will be punished of what I did in the China like park. I thought about missing, but I will go. I want to know if I am able to take it. I know I would not have any other choice but to take it all the way.

Witch turn

She was watching as they were hanging a witch. She felt secure as these dangerous witches were found and hanged. She didn’t know that as the witch was being hoisted her name was called from behind the walls behind the gallows, and she enjoyed the show as the witch kicked, choked, and pissed herself. She was in joy at the witch shame.

As The blonde girl was back home and explained the execution to her mother some soldiers came and took her. At first she taught they wanted some information about a girl they had arrested the day before. She was surly a witch also. The dangerous 14 years old girl had her hands shackled in her back before being pushed in a dark cell.

One hour later the torturer came and took the infamous creature. He had her stripped.
-Are you the hangman did she asked as her devilish capabilities told her who was below the leather mask.
-No he is my twin brother, you’ll meet him soon.
Then he tied her ankle to her wrists in her back, and began to hang her by her wrists. The devilish creature might have been left by her protector as she cried in pain as she was raised above the floor. The courageous torturer grabbed her free foot and tied a 10 pounds weight to it. He body god has given to her was bend and taut. The torturer avoided her coward attempts to get his favor and let her in that position for almost one hour. Once back he made a braid of her blonde hair and used it to hang her. Furious to realize that her manners did not have any effects on his determination she sought to strike him. This began to confirm her devilish nature. She stayed about another hour hanged by the hair, her wrist tied to the elbow to avoid her to cast some spell against the forces of Good. Then he came back and coat her hair with pitch and used a torch to lit them. The once blonde girl screamed and felt in the basin full of water that was under her.
Then she was driven to me and she thought she could misleading me by asking
-Why are you doing this to me?
-We have consents of your accomplices, we know already all. Acknowledge your perverse nature, and the torments of tortures will be saved to you!
-No I’m not a witch!
I put the wooden stick on her arm and she screamed
-The holly stick burn you as you are a creature of the devil!
-There is a needle in that stick!
The torturer applied a red hot metal bar on her left nipple
-Acknowledge and perhaps you’ll avoid the fire of hell did I ask but she only shouted her hatred.
-Fingers or tooth asked the torturer
-Began with one or two teeth did I reply. Then I saw a flash in her eyes, was it the mark of the devil or did she realized that her fate cannot be avoided from now on. She asked us to stop; that she will do all that we will want. Once again I saw the mark of the devil in her mouth. She was near to propose us sex to enslave us! Once the torturer tore off a tooth to her and crushed her a finger gently all on the basis of the end and going towards the hand, she acknowledged she was a witch and she cursed most of the men in the village.
The torturer asked to cut the finger to avoid her gangrene. I asked him not to waste his time. She was to be hanged soon.

The torturer friendly proposed her to cut her finger off. But she refused. He led her to her cell, and cuffed her wrist to the wall so she was made to stand.
And he grabbed her legs… When I came to see her later, blood and semen were running along her leg to confirm she was a devilish creature.

The next morning she was exhausted. From the torture chamber we saw the gallows where the preceding which, a dark haired one, was about to hang. She already had the noose around her neck.
-Look at strappendo, Do you want to test it.
The Once blonde witch nodded no.
-Then give us the name of one of other witches.
As the witch on the gallows was being hoisted the one in the torture room showed a red head young girl and called her name. I watch at her in the crowd. She was enjoying the show as the witch kicked choked and finally pissed herself. I was convinced she was another witch, perhaps the worst which I will have to face.

The tortured girl was sent back in her cell. That time she was given a dress to avoid being so impudic. But her hands stayed tied to avoid she could invoke the devil.

From her cell she saw the read head girl being taken by the soldier to the next cell. Then she heard her being stripped naked and driven to the torture chamber
She heard this othere devilish creature lied on its nature and finally bent in front of the force of Good, acknowledging she was a witch also.

The next Day before sun rise The once blonde headed witch was driven onto the gallows.
-Come here asked the hangman!
-I don’t want to hang, I don’t want to die did she reply.
-I have no choice, I just do my work have confidence, I’ll do my best for it to be as quick as possible.
-I’m not a witch did she say
He locked her ankle shackle to a ring on the floor, and then untie her hands.
-If you’re a witch cast your spell over me!
Then he stripped her naked in front of the crowd.
She was crying.
Then he tied her hand in her back wrist to elbow
-It’s not for fun, I saw that his way the ropes didn’t dig in the flesh
He put the noose around her neck and get the rope taunt.
-Will I…   Will I piss myself above?
-I’m afraid there is no way to avoid it, but I think you’ll be dead already.
The sentence was being explained to the crowd as the hangman removed the shackle from her feet. When she realized her feet were free, she just saw him draw on the cord.

In the torture chamber the once red head witch show me a girl in the crown.

On the gallows the devil was getting a new soul as the blonde witch tried to find a support from her feet. Her face changed from white to red like the hair of the witch that was still in front of me and will be hanged tomorow. The hangman tied the rope and she has kicking violently as her face was getting purple. That devilish creature was showing her twat to everybody, I should have asked her to be burned at the stack. Then her kicking slow down, The red headed witch has been send back to her cell and I saw the new one, she was enjoying the show as the bonde witch kicked, choked, and finally pissed herself. The witch was to be displayed hanged for the whole day. The little bitch the reahaed witch just showed me did not know that I know she is a witch, but soon she will be in front of me and there will be no more lies. I was wondering I already knew her.

When I arrived in the torture chamber I saw the devilish creature ready to be hanged by her wrist, her ankle already bound to her wrist. She was really afraid about what to come, and when she saw me she shouted:
“Oh! Dad please save me!”

Near madness....

It all began when she proposed to wear a strait jacket. It is not an item you can find easily and it was hard to refuse, even if there was a chill at the idea of being helpless at her mercy, but they drove to her flat.

There she asked to strip naked. The mad one began to strip. “Fully naked” she said showing the underwear that was still in place. As the jacket closed from behind her help was needed.

It fit well. Then, she shackled the ends of the arms to the opposite side of the jacket, crossing the arms on the belly; moving was still possible. “Wait a minute” she said and locked the strips at the crotch, so the jacket was tight so removing it was out of order. There was two strips: one on each side of the crotch so the genital area was free.

She didn’t hide an evil smile and showed a ball gag. Her prisoner opened its mouth.

-Not yet she said, but soon.

-OK, there is nothing I can do to remove it.

-I hope so ! Do you want to try the trousers?

Once the trousers on and shackled to the jacket she said, “Now you need my help even to go to the toilets…”

She proposed they eat together. Of course she had to feed her patient, as eating without using the hands it not an easy thing. As she did it her hands were caressing its back and butt. Or taking care of its face she removed drops on the lips of the mouth.

If you were proposed to go and try on a strait jacket, would you accept? I guess you would as you are reading this. Jack did. He thought Emily was proposing him a peace between them. Emily knew Jack liked kinky things, so she knew he would be unable to refuse trying the jacket. She did not like kinky things, it was the reason they broke some months ago. But as she had him strait jacked now she was enjoying the game. She liked the effects of the light teasing she was performing. She liked the idea that soon he would pray her to let him empty his bladder. There was a bulge at his crotch, and her crotch was wet, and she liked it. She would have let her hand dive to his member; she knew that was not what she had planned.

After the meal Jack tried to kiss Emily who avoided him and proposed him to look at the TV.

Little by little Jack felt his bladder. A first he was annoyed to ask Emily. But as things were getting worse he finally asked if she could help him to go to the toilets.

-Call me Mistress !

As he did it laughing she said it was irrelevant, and he would have to ask later.

Ten minutes later his situation had changed. And his plea was more sincere.

-I agree if you agree to spend the night there with the jacket on.

Jack was happy to accept. They went to the toilets.

-You’ll sit so you won’t make a mess!

-But…

-I’m not the one who need to, we will be back in ten minutes.

-No that’s right…

-You discuss what I said, so we wait ten minutes. I’ll help you wait.

Saying so, she sat on an armchair and spread her legs. Jack discovered she had no panties under her dress.

-You’ve ten minutes to make me cum, or otherwise, you’ll be able to release that’s small bladder of yours once I cum.

Jack had no choice but to use his tongue on Emily’s lips. As she was highly excited it did not took long for him to satisfy her. So she opened his trousers and let him go across the flat with his trousers down to his ankles… Jack was still sitting when she came to him and showed him the ball gag. “Open your mouth or I let you with the trousers around your ankles”.

Jack had no other choice but to obey for the end of the evening. He was high excited but Emily did not released his sexual pulsing.

The next morning Jack waked up late. Emily was gone and he was still in the strait jacket with the ball gag, his trousers to his ankles. He found a note. “I lowered your pant and take care to let the doors open so you can go to the toilets, have a good day!”

Of course some doors were open, but others were closed, and there was no way for him to get some food. But as time passed Jack was ill and he passed most of the time sat on the toilets.

When Emily went back she helped him to remove his trousers and have a shower, but without removing the jacket or gag. As he tried to say he had enough of the game she passed her hand down his belly. “It’s time to go” she said as she helped him to put his trousers on. He followed her to her car. He would have asked where they were going but couldn’t. He felt ill. “It is dehydration “I’ll take care of that in a few minutes she said when she saw how white he was.

They arrived in what seemed to Jack as a hospital. She made him lay on a kind of table. She strapped him to the table and she opened a kind of pocket on his left hand. “I’ll give you water and sugar this way”. Then she moved to his penis. “This will not be pleasurable”. At first Jack was unable to understand what she was doing, but soon he realized that she was threading something into his penis. He began to panic and struggled. ”Be patient, my dear, it is a catheter that will help you empty your bladder”. He felt that thing going up into him but cannot do anything against it.

When she had finished Emily lead him in another room. He felt dizzy. She asked him to lay on the other bed, be before she shoved a plug into his ass.

-“Don’t panic the product will make you sleep. Do not try to fight it”

Jack laid on the new bed and fall asleep.

When he woke up Jack was in the dark. It felt like he was in a tiny area as the only sound he heard was his breathing. His penis and ass ached. He remembered for the catheter, the plug and the drip. His feet were strapped to the bed and in the jacket he was unable to move. The ball-gag was still on so all he could do was waiting.

Did you ever tried to wait with nothing to do. No imagine you slept well and when you awoke you are unable to move, unable to see, unable to hear, unable to speak… alone in a tiny box.

Jack did not find it funny. He was in that strait jacket for too long now. But what to do ?

He was wondering he would be in a coffin, but the breathing was OK and in coffin it would have been difficult. Jack imagined that breathing in coffin would have been more difficult than breathing there, but he had never been in a coffin before.

Time passed slowly. He was half sleeping when the bed moved…

Then he realized he was in a giant drawer. Emily came to him. “I’m just here to change your drip and urine bag”. He saw that all of this was hanging around him.

-hummmps !

-I had not time dear…. See you tomorrow… And she closed the drawer.

Once again Jack was a living mommy waiting for his drawer to be opened once again.

The next time the drawer opened he tried to protest, but through the bag gag.

-You are not happy? so I’ll give you more to eat she said touching something on the drip, and we’ll play she said touching the catheter. And the drawer closed again.

That time there was a difference. Little by little Jack felt he needed to pee… She increased the drip flow, and lowered the catheter one…

When the drawer opened again Emily saw the pain on his face.

-OK low drip for the night…. Jack do not protest. I’m the one in charge of you.

You remembered why you quit me… I hope you like bondage.

Once the drip and urine bag changed she closed the drawer again.

Jack was unable to see where he was because she was coming early in the morning and late in the evening, so the centre was closed, and the light low.

Slowly Jack was forgetting who he was, and what was happening to him… Sometime Emily explained him that the first evening she gave him something to empty his bowels, that she used sedatives, and so on.

One day Emily opened the drawer and looked at poor Jack.

-You are near the end Jack… I will not kill you she said as she saw his big eyes, but soon you will be discovered… or you’ll die there. I move to another country. So I will not come to change your bottles, have a good time with bondage.

Jack was in panic… He tried to move and realized his upper body was not strapped so he could move a little and make some sounds against the box wall.

When the drawer opened again the light was high, and a lot of people discovered him. His humiliation was complete.

He stayed there so long that he had lost most of his muscular weight, walking was difficult and his sphincters were killed by the catheter and the plug.

He never saw Emily again.

Boring Evenings

 A fantasy story by Beynazura

There was not lot of things to do there. So every evening we used to met to play cards. Our husbands were working deep in the countryside; we were regretting to have followed them up to there. First we played bridge, but we quickly get bored. Then we changed to poker, but we also get bored. A few days ago we changed the rule and played strip poker, but the loser had to return home naked. This is dangerous at night even in the European side of the city. Up to now none of us get raped or killed but we knew it was to happen if we continue on.

Today as we’re about to begin playing Helen says. “If I loose I prefer to be hung just there instead of trying to return home naked” Of course she lives several blocks from here and returning home naked she was near from sure to be raped and killed by then. At first we looked at each other. First we were surprised but soon this idea seemed good as we didn’t have the same chances to get home naked. The body question came next. But with the revolutionary that runs around it would not be difficult to dispose of it. We were ten, so if we killed one of us each evening, it won’t be long before all of us would be dead.

So we decided that the loser would have some ordeals to complain. Some would be impossible so would lead to execution… other would not. The first time you’ll get naked you’ll get one, the second time two an so on. Each time one of us would be snuffed the ordeals numbers would resume. And so the ordeals were written on small sheets of paper.

We were ready to begin playing when Sophie complained. She did not want to be hung. We resolved that it is not the loser choice, but the choice can be made before playing. I said that was too fair. And I proposed that we waited for for two of us to be naked, than choose one of them. If you don’t succeed in choosing it would be a contest. I do not remember who proposed a pissing contest; the first one who pisses herself would go through the ordeals.

Once the rules where accepted we began to play. Each clothe lost made a chill as it was a step near the rope.

Helen quickly find herself in underwear, but was still joking, explaining that she could get a cold and die form it if the game take too much time. But when she was only wearing her panties she was not joking so much. I was getting anxious as I was at the underwear stage at that moment, was I the second to get naked?
Helen was shaking as she removed her panties. She then disappeared. Sophie thought she tried to run away, she soon came again with a pair of cuffs she closed around her wrists. She explained she wanted to play the game but she wasn’t sure how she would react as the execution would be nearer. Sophie laughed at her. But as the game continues on it seems that she and I were not focusing on the game and we found ourselves in panties. Someone laughed at us saying that there only one second place. I was not ready to be hung, but after all there is an end every one has to go through. I preferred to stay alive. Sophie seemed anxious. I realised she lived next door. She would have preferred to have to return home naked this evening. When she lost for the last time she become wild, but two of us used a second pair of cuff. She tried to say I was a liar that I cheated, nobody took care.

We were two to want Sophie hung, and the other did not succeed in choosing. So urine contest was used. They were keeling face to face. Sophie snivelled that was not just because she drank more than Helen. We said that wasn’t fair, it was the purpose, not to be fair. After 10 minutes we resolved to give them some water to drink to hasten the contest. Helen drank despite she was shaking. Her fear was evident, but she composed with it. Sophie tried not to drink, she was unable to control herself. A few minutes later they were wincing as holding up was becoming a challenge.

-I think I loose Helen said. And clearly let her urine flow on the soil. “I’m sorry” she said to the house owner. When we looked at Sophie she was having urine flowing along her tights...

Then Helen asked what her ordeal was. We took one of the papers.
“Lick the second less clothed woman up to orgasm in ten minutes”.
Sophie was red as she was ashamed. Once again, she didn’t want to accept being Helen’s target. I must say that I was wet about this ordeal, as they began I realized that we all were excited. Sophie tried to resist but could nothing against Helen’s tongue. So she was saved.

Before leaving, it was decided that some execution should be faked, for girls that were brave. So both chosen girls would have to pass the urine contest. The looser would pass her ordeals and during the ordeals the other would decide if the execution would be faked or not. Each of us would throw a paper “faked” or “real” and one of them would be taken…

The next week I was very lucky at the game. I joked that we could change the girl execution to being impaled, or something like that… But as I said that the luck turned away from me and before I could react I was naked… Sophie poured me some water to help me stop shaking and Helen proposed her cuffs. I had some difficulties to flow the game as I was afraid of what was to happen. When Helen warned me about drinking so much Sophie laughed. I just thought the next thing would be the urine contest with the second one, and I was drinking glass of water after glass of water since I loosed.

Sophie seemed more interested in my thirst than in the game, and soon we were naked kneeling waiting for the first of us who would be unable to hold on. Helen cuffed our hand in our back despite Sophie’s protest. I proposed to declare myself looser as I drank too much water or to be given more water to make things go quicker it was not granted, so we were waiting. The pressure in my bladder was already high, but I saw that Sophie’s face was uneasy also so I began to think I had a chance to win. I was understanding how shaming it was to be there naked and viewed by all as we were trying to keep our bladder shut.

As Sophie was crying Helen began to make sounds of flowing water… I laughed and asked her to stop, but she continued on. I asked a bowl but Sophie protested that I had to humiliate myself. So I tried to hold a few minutes more and spread my thighs to let the urine flow on the soil. I was ashamed. I saw Sophie clench her thigh and her urine flowed on her thighs. I felt ashamed for her. But I knew I was the looser. Sophie was uncuffed and had a shower. I was waiting for my ordeal. I was preparing myself to hang. Everybody has to die one day or another. I would have preferred another. Naked and with my hands cuffed in my back there was no way I could escape. So I tried to keep my dignity.

Once dressed, Sophie came in triumph to show me my ordeal. Who had that idea? I had to offer a blowjob to one of the man of the house. The man had to cum within 10 minutes, and no drops had to flow out of my mouth. It took a few minutes to find a black man, who smelled awful. Without my hands I knelled in front of him and got his member in my mouth. It was not hard yet. But as I moved my tongue I felt it growing in my mouth. That was disgusting. But I felt the breathing of the man and his cock pulsating and little by little I was aroused. But with my hand in my back I had no way to satisfy myself. Helen came to me to say that there was only two minutes left, so I began to speed up, and I felt him moving in the same rhythm. Then I felt him pulsating, he was about to cum. I was ready to swallow. A first flow of semen came in my mouth I swallowed some of it, but soon the second one came and my mouth over flowed, but I succeeded in keeping it shut so the cum came up my noose and flown out from there. Unable to breathe I opened my mouth as the third flow came. Sophie was happy, I lose my ordeal.

-While you were doing some thing to him we decided to put you on spit, as you asked for while we were playing cards” Sophie said. If my mouth wasn’t full of semen I would have said something, but before I could do anything they put me on the table and used the cuffs to the table’s legs. I was on my belly.
I felt something big and cold near my anus.
-Oh! Please no, not that way, I asked but the spit was entering my anus.
-I put lubricant on it said Sophie.
A first the felling was not so bad. Then things turned bad as it cut my rectum. I felt it running through my belly. There was nothing I could do, I was being killed for a game I participated to create and the way I joked about.
-Any last word, bitch? Sophie asked but before I could say something pushed the spit through my throat. And I saw the tip of the slit coming out from my mouth.
I felt my leg being moved then tied, they tied my legs to the spit…
-I look like a goose to be roasted said Sophie leaving with the other. She dropped a piece of paper, there was written “faked” on it.
I was fading out, I know I’m dying and my execution should have been a faked one.