Tort, ff, scat


The girl was brought onto the platform and positioned so that her back was against the stake as I approached.  She was very beautiful, probably in her early twenties but looking younger, blond hair across her shoulders, a white shirt and short plaid skirt, her legs bare.   Two guards pulled her arms back and tied her wrists. I checked the bindings ignoring her as she was trying to speak to me.  When I was happy with  "OK you have been sentenced to death, and I am her to carry out the sentence of the court.  Do you understand"   
     "What, what the fuck are you talking about, I did nothing."  She was screeching now and starting to twist and struggle trying to free herself.
     "That's not my problem miss."  I said "I am here to carry out the judgement. "  I glanced down at the execution document, A number 3 had been written in to the punishment level.  

She started to protest again, so I punched her in the mouth.  She screamed through her broken bleeding lip.
I reached forward and taking the collar of the shirt tore it so that the buttons flew off and her bra and torso was exposed.  She screeched .  
I looked round at the guards.  
     "Has this Bitch been partied yet?"  They shrugged their shoulders.  I lifted her skirt and saw she was still wearing knickers, I pulled them down to her thighs, and saw that her public hair was still in place. "OK I am going  for a smoke, I want this one partied, understood."  I turned my back and went outside the punishment block.  From outside drawing on a ciggy I could hear the girl sobbing and crying as the guys shaved her.  They would not be kind like the nurses, these guys would just hack it off.  After a few minutes the sounds changed so I guess they were fucking her.  This was confirmed by the laughing fron the guards and the cries from the girl.  I slipped my hand down my pants, felt the tingle as I touched my clit, and felt my tits harden as my nipples rose.
     "Turn her over" one of the guards called, "I want her arse."  The other cheered. I thought about who I could go with later and who would push their hard cock into my arse.
     "Not there, please not there. It wont go in therrrrrrrrrrr."  She trailed off so I guess it did go in there.  I gave them a few more minutes to finish then rubbed out my third cigarette with my boot..

When I went back she was back on the post, just as I had left her.  Her eyes were wide now and I could see some blood running down the inside of her thigh.

I went across to the boarding sheets and picked one up, guessing the right height.  The guards came in and lifted the girl up the pole bending her legs in a grotesque sitting position and they held her up while I put the board in place,  It was just an upright piece of rough wood board which had been chamfered to edge at the top.  It slotted into a groove in the pole and into a slot in the floor when in place it made a seat which fitted into the groin of the prisoner on the stake.  The guards lowered the girl slowly as she continued to shout and scream her innocence. I lifted her short skirt to make sure her knickers had been taken off and her hair cut off. She was in position with the board following the line of her slit, then I nodded and the guards let her go dropping her onto the top of the board..   The scream as she dropped the three inches onto the board was wonderful.  In a few moments the initial pain became even worse as her weight began to press vagina and clit into the wedge.  I had guessed the height just right as her toes at full stretch were still half an inch off the ground. 

She went grey and then started balking.  A moment later she puked. The vomit poured out down her chest clogging in her bra and was soaked up in her shirt and skirt.  She was now in agony and was shifting around to try and get some relief.  There was none to be had and all her movements just made things worse.  I left her for a few minutes while I saw to the disposal of another girl and when I returned I could see she was in terrible pain, and blood was now flowing down the board.  I recognised that this was the time for me to start work in earnest.  

I pushed her head back to the post and tied a ligature round her neck to hold her still.  Then I cut away her clothes until she was naked. I stropped for a few seconds as I stripped the soggy bra from her and her tits came into view, small well shaped with large nipples,  They spoke of her age, no droop or drag, no giving in to gravety.  All the time she was saying "help ne , help me please." One of the guards came with a bucket of water and sluiced her down, cleaning off the vomit. 
    "Please, help me." She begged "its cutting me in two. Help me please."  
    "You have to feel some pain and then I will make it all stop." 
    "What are you doin..." She broke off into a gurgling scream as I pulled my knife across her stomach.  

The wound opened like I was unzipping her, coils of intestine started to bulge through.  She shit herself now.  Wet stinking shit poured out of her arse over the board and onto the floor.  
     "Don't spill your guts."  I said laughing at the joke. She had gone quiet now, gasping like a fish in air.  I left her for a few moments the terror, pain and panic clear for all to see as she shook and gasped for breath

I took hold of her tit and and started to slice through it from the bottom up with my knife until it was hanging off.  I did the same to the other one. She was hysterical with pain now screeching and screaming .  Her tune had changed now she knew what help I could bring her.  "Kill me Kill me"    she screamed over and over.  

I  took a look. She was in terrible pain.   I called the guard to bring the brand.  A few minutes later he brought the red hot branding iron and I took it and pressed it above her right eye.  As I did she finally fainted.   I called the surgeon in.  She's ready for you now. Stich her up and mend what you can.  I will have her back tomorrow to do it again.   I checked the brand.  It was showing well, a lovely number "1" only 2 more to go, then she could have her wish.

