All her senses were assaulted and overwhlemed.
The pain, oh the pain! Her back burned like hell, bruised with the whip strokes the guards enjoyed giving her as she was laid to the killing ground. Her shoulders, splinters of rough wood in her tender silky skin; her neck, ripped by the rope used to lead her like an animal to the abbattoir. And her crotch, deep bruised marking her there, the thougth of what thay have done to her making her retch again.
The smell. Waves after waves of stink as she was brought here from people seeing water once a year. Stink from the litter all around. Stink of urine and shit from the loincloth around her shapely hips. And here, the stink of grease, and urine, and sheep fat as her delicate nose was pressed against the lout crotch while they shaved her, filling her nostrils, used to the delicate scent of jasmim.
The sense of taste. She had never tasted anything more disgusting that the lout's penis as it was shoved in her mouth, his hand pullng her jaw down to have an easy way with her. It was like eating rancid fat, litter, castor oil, all together.
The sight. All around, the rare moments she could raise her head and look, just angry faces, people hating her, or enjoying what they were doing to her. She was just a show. A girl butchered for their entertainment. And the two girls already on the stake, suffering the pains of the cross, recalling her what will be her fate in a few moments. Aaaahhhh!
And shouts, insults, cat-calls, all directed to her.They shouted their hatred, they commented on what would do to her, they gave lewd suggestions to the guards, urging them to allow them ten minutes with the prisoner.
And finally the sense of touch. After they had shaved her, kneeling in front of the mob, they bent her forward, pushing on the hurt beam still on her shoulders, pushing her cute face in the mud in front of her. She just felt the soldier ripping the dirty loincloth which somebody had tied around her waist. She just felt somebody kicking her legs spread wide. She just felt the first man from the mob penetrating her, all of the sudden, his hard long member like a thick wooden rod inserted forcefully in her tender pussy, balls-deep, as she gasped from pain and shame and the cat-calls around her increased in intensity and indignity. She just felt the men, one after the other, abusing her, her face in the mud, until one decided to violate her tight rear entry, and the sudden pain as he penetrated her hard elicited high-pitched screams from the top of her lungs, as she felt him progressing inside her. Her screams were just muffled from the mud, but were submerged by the whoops and cheers from the crowd, happy from hearing her suffering in their hands.
She did not know how long it went along. She passed away then she awoke, gasping, her whole body hurting..."Move! I said move, BITCH! We do not have all day for you!"
(Just my feeling Andy, I hope you do not mind!)
Sweet sweet kisses!
Yours Gabriella