SLOW AND HARD

Tit torture and execution

    I don’t even remember her name, just that she was sent to me with orders to kill her slowly and painfully. Just what she had done to earn such a death was unknown to me. As she tearfully stripped in response to my orders I looked her over. She was one of those plump pretty girls. Once naked she had few attributes that would fire a man to passion. Fifty pounds overweight with tits that already looked like she had nursed a couple of brats she would not have been my first choice. She was not ugly though. Still somewhat short of full adulthood she retained the prettiness girls are given by nature as bait for young men. A sweet round face that now was marked by tears of fear. Her legs were topped by heavy thighs but tapered down to neat calves and small sexy feet. Her skin was smooth and marked only where she had been bound during her transport to me. I looked at her and made plans.
    As I studied her I kept coming back to her tits. There was potential there. Only rarely had I seen tits that were so prefect for roping and never in one so young. I would use them in a while. 
Her eyes kept roaming around the room and would stop frozen on each new horror. The room we were in was in many respects nothing more than a clean well lit torture chamber. It was equipped with all the old standbys, whipping post, various kinds of hoists, a couple three different racks, heating ovens, X frames, and so on. Still and all I had to admit she was doing well. Many that end up here just break down but she was holding up well. Like I said she was standing quietly as I looked her over with only the tears and the soft tremors of her body betraying her terror. Then I decided  on my plan for her. 
   The backhand blow to her jaw caught her by surprise and knocked her flat on her chubby ass. For the first time I caught sight of the lips hidden between those fat thighs. Her pussy looked nice and tight as it was displayed to me while she lay there stunned.  Before she could recover I was down between her legs. After smearing a handful of Vaseline on both her lips and my cock  I took her. I was mildly surprised to find her to be virgin. And yes she was nice and tight even if she just laid there sobbing without a fight. The first rape of a prisoner is just to shatter her world and impress on her that she is nothing. From that point on I find they fully understand their position in the scheme of things. In keeping with my habits I pounded her hard and fast until I came inside her. Then it was time to get serious. 
    Those tits were turning blue even before the hoists lifted her body into the air. I had been right, these were tits that were just made for suspension. A simple slipknot was all that was needed to provide a firm and secure grip for the lift. Once her feet were clear of the ground I stopped lifting her and gave her a few minutes to enjoy the whole thing. As I expected she tried to lift herself to relieve the tension on her poor boobs but it was a worthless attempt. I allowed her give up before I tied her wrists to the same ropes that held her tits so her arms were out of the way over her head without in any way relieving the pull on the tits. 
    I tied her feet to handy rings in the floor so she was spread wide and was rewarded with a long soul rendering scream as the first strike of the rattan landed on her just raped cunt. For what she thought was the next several hours I beat her with it. For those not familiar with the rattan let me explain it to you. What it is amounts to a heavy thick stem of grass. I prefer ones that are about an inch thick. Almost as light as bamboo but packing a powerful wallop it is a brutal weapon to use on someone. It never breaks the skin unless the smooth outer layer has been damaged by hitting something hard. Instead it leaves deep bruises that hurt like hell and grow more painful with time. I used it to inflect a series of timed blows to her cunt, her inner thighs, belly, and of course her tits. Within a short time she was begging for death as her whole world narrowed to her pain and nothing else. She never noticed as I untied her feet and secured them to another set of hoist ropes. Within seconds she was hanging from her tits and ankles still spread wide. 
    Again I raped her except this time I took my time and her back hole. As I was fucking her small opening I played with her clit. One can get a lot of response with a small pair of pliers if you use them right.  The tender nub was soon turned into raw flesh and naked nerve endings. The screams and sobs  provoked by the anal rape had turned into inhuman keenings with the destruction of her clit. Her once pretty face was now twisted and distorted by her agony. I spent myself inside of her and removed the extra bindings. Now supported by her strangled boobs as I let her hang she seemed to pass out. I left her while I cleaned myself up and took a well deserved break. After all I had been working hard for a couple of hours by now and I was tired.  
    When I returned she was moaning in pain and was having trouble breathing. As a side note consider this, hanging from the tits is almost a form of crucifixion. It becomes very  hard to breathe and indeed is fatal in a fairly large percentage of those who suffer such a torture. She was now finding out how it felt to die from it. But before she did so I had a few more pleasures for her to endure. The electrodes slid into her cunt and asshole easily. A second’s work had them hooked up to the power supply. Power on and program started. The current passing through her lower body brought her to life as the waves of electricity jolted her. I was using a pulsing direct current which doesn’t effect the heartbeat but causes severe burns and pain instead. Each fresh jolt shook her body with pain. Within a few minutes her pussy was smoking and smelling like cooked meat. She did not like it at all. When she was cooked to a nice brown I shut it down and checked her over. Time for one last insult before she died. 
    The sharp knife slid easily through her flesh as I opened her belly up. Not deep enough to damage anything important but enough to allow her guts to slither out through the wound and hang to the floor. Another couple of cuts to slice her diaphragm enough to impair her breathing even more and I was done except for a shot  of stimulant to make sure she didn’t sleet through her exit. A last few minutes filled with horror and agony stretched out into eternity as the ravaged body finally went limp with death.