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Impalations
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Jenniferfede
Executioner
The spit holds my head back so I cannot she her. I hold her trembling arm in one hand and finger my clit with the other. The metal shaft is thicker (and obviously longer) than any man who has penetrated me! I wonder what she does with free hand.
The mob is jeering me and making lewd comments as my legs grow weaker. I slowly slide down the shaft aware not only of its unending penetration but the pressure against the inside of my spine as it presses against shaft passes through me.
There, I did it! One last orgasm!
My knees buckle and my feet slip from beneath me. My right knee crashes to the floor and my left knee on the back of my lover's calf with the back of her thigh on top of it. As I slide the last few inches until my ass settles on the floor I feel the shaft drag across my tongue offering a taste of my guts to it. My teeth scrape against the metal until I hit bottom. My arms drop...
...I think I am quite dead...
good writing Tree
Good point Phlebas, it's most inconvenient for the market traders
and people wanting to park their horses. Maybe the churchyard
would be a better place? But I suppose the blood of the femalefactors
mustn't pollute the sacred ground. Perhaps the Lord of the Manor
would throw open his garden, his cook could sell cakes - and his
daughters could offer other services - to help the roof repair fund!
shastar
Tribune
Good point Phlebas, it's most inconvenient for the market traders
and people wanting to park their horses. Maybe the churchyard
would be a better place? But I suppose the blood of the femalefactors
mustn't pollute the sacred ground. Perhaps the Lord of the Manor
would throw open his garden, his cook could sell cakes - and his
daughters could offer other services - to help the roof repair fund!
It makes for an interesting 'Witness Stand'
Murp
Spectator
Disciplinary measure for those that fail to rise for the judges.
