Zephirantes
Magistrate
«So, have you heard the news?» - A Midsummer Festival Story!
"So, have you heard the news?" Emma asked, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and unease.
"You mean about Mirta?" Molly replied, her brow furrowing as she tried to process what she already knew was coming.
"Yeah, the poor thing's been picked for the cross. I still can’t believe it," Sam added, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Has she... agreed with it?" Jo asked, a hint of hope in her voice, as if Mirta might somehow escape this fate.
"What do you mean?" Molly asked, a little confused.
"Well, in theory she could refuse..." Jo muttered, knowing how unlikely that was.
"You well know that nobody did, since time immemorial," Emma stated with a slight shrug, as if the thought of refusal was absurd.
"Time immemorial." Sam echoed, nodding in agreement.
"Surely Mirta wouldn't want to be the first 'midsummer girl' to freak out and pass the baton without going through her execution." Jo chimed in, her voice filled with certainty.
"Mirta may be too bubbly, too exuberant, and too cheerful, but surely she's no coward. She'll go on with it, toward her impending torment and death," Molly said, her tone filled with reluctant admiration.
"She’ll do just fine," Karen suddenly chimed in, her tone too casual, almost gleeful. "She’s always enjoyed being the center of attention, hasn’t she? Now she gets to be the main attraction in the grandest way possible. Fully naked and in pain..."
The others exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the undercurrent of sadistic pleasure in Karen’s words.
"I admit that pain and nakedness make for an... well, hot combination. Very erotic," Emma confessed with a blush, trying to sound casual, though a bit flustered.
"I always wanted to see Mirta naked. And well, nailed to the cross... it's restless: a crucified girl can never find a position hurting more... her body will constantly struggle and squirm, like a nude ballerina." Sam added with a mix of intrigue and discomfort.
"A nude ballerina doomed to die," Molly murmured, her voice soft, almost reverent.
"Do you remember Keira last summer? She was a cute girl, but dying on the cross made her more than just that: she was gorgeous..." Emma said, her tone thoughtful, as if the memory was both haunting and fascinating.
"I hope it will be so for dear Mirta too..." Jo whispered, almost to herself, as if willing it to be true.
"She’s got guts, that’s for sure." Sam nodded, admiring Mirta’s courage in a situation that would break most.
"And she'll lose them: if she survives until midnight, she's gonna be eviscerated, you know: fully gutted, her precious innards all taken out from her..." Karen added with a twisted smile, her tone as casual as if discussing a mundane task.
"Yeah, she's gonna be all opened up, from pussy to breastbone..." Emma said, her voice laced with a strange mix of horror and fascination.
"Well, better than hanging from a cross in pain for days, right? Mirta is a healthy, young gal, if she were not disemboweled she could last a lot... that would be worse, I think..." Sam reasoned, though her voice trembled slightly.
"But it’s not just about hanging there, is it? It’s what they’ll do to her while she’s up there… I heard they’re planning to make it a long day for her." Molly added, her tone filled with dark curiosity.
"A long day and a very short cross," Jo echoed, her voice barely above a whisper, the words heavy with implication.
"You know what that means, right? No escape, no hiding. She’ll be right at everyone’s level, perfect for all those 'curious' hands." Karen said with a wicked grin.
"All her most private parts exposed... up for grabs!" Emma added, her voice trembling with a mix of excitement and horror.
"I wonder if she’ll be brave enough to take it all with a smile. She’s always been a bit of a show-off." Sam speculated, trying to picture how Mirta would handle the inevitable.
"I doubt she can smile if they crush her nipples, burn her pussy, or pull apart her labia with pincers..." Molly added, her voice dark but filled with a strange kind of respect.
"Ouch! That would hurt!" Jo exclaimed, wincing at the thought.
"Sure will hurt. I wonder if it hurts more than being nailed and crucified..." Emma pondered, her voice thoughtful.
"Hope she's gonna be brave... poor Mirta!" Sam said, her voice filled with genuine concern.
"Brave or foolish, it doesn’t really matter," Karen said with a shrug, her tone dismissive. "By the end of it, she’ll be begging for the knife. To be disemboweled. Carved up. Cut open. Gutted. Feel free to choose the language you prefer..."
"But hey, if anyone can make this look good, it’s Mirta." Emma said, trying to lighten the mood, though her voice still carried an edge of sadness.
"You think she’ll fight it? I mean, scream and beg like the others did?" Jo asked, her voice filled with morbid curiosity.
"Not Mirta. She’s too proud for that. If anything, she’ll probably try to put on a brave face, maybe even enjoy it a little... until it gets too much." Sam speculated, her voice filled with an odd mix of admiration and fear.
"So, you see, eventually she too will scream and beg," added Karen with a cruel smile, enjoying the thought.
"I can almost see it now," Emma said, her voice soft, as if already picturing the scene in her mind.
"She’ll be up there, trying to keep her composure while the whole town has their way with her. All naked, with inquiring hands probing her most feminine places..." Molly said, her tone a mix of horror and dark fascination.
"It’s kind of... hot, in a messed-up way." Jo admitted, her cheeks flushing.
Karen laughed, a sound that was both light and chilling. "Hot? Hell, it’s going to be scorching. A real treat!"
"You’re twisted, Karen. But I guess we all are, in a way. We’ve grown up with this, after all. It’s just... tradition. The way of Innsmouth." Sam said, her tone resigned, as if trying to convince herself.
"The way of Innsmouth." The others echoed, their voices filled with a mix of resignation and anticipation.
"I can't deny I always enjoyed the executees' suffering. It's just too sexy. And the thrill when the new executee is announced? If I think it could just have been me! My god, I could cum just from that." Jo admitted, her voice trembling with a strange mix of fear and excitement.
"Yeah, the lottery is both scary and damn sexy!" Emma agreed, her cheeks flushed.
"Luckily for us, we got away with it again this year too!" Molly added with a relieved sigh.
"Us, yes. But not Mirta... it's strange to know that in three days she will be exposed naked on the cross for all to see, and that at the end of the fourth day she will be opened... opened in her tummy..." Sam said, her voice filled with sadness.
"I'll miss her." Emma whispered, her voice trembling.
"We all will. But for Karen here. She's 'a Karen', after all..." Molly said with a knowing look.
"Oh, I'll miss her too, in a way. It's good to have a rival. But I confess, it's good also when your rival is crucified in the nude and ripped open before your eyes..." Karen admitted with a wicked grin.
"Indeed, Karen, you really are 'a Karen'!" Sam said with a mix of amusement and horror.
"Do you think she’ll find some peace in it? I mean, knowing she’s fulfilling her role in the festival... that she’s part of something bigger?" Emma asked, her voice filled with uncertainty.
"Maybe," Molly replied, her voice thoughtful. "Or maybe she’ll just be scared out of her mind. But either way, she won’t be alone. We’ll be there, watching her every step of the way. Hell, we’ll probably be the first ones to... welcome her to her cross."
"You know, I’ve always wondered what it’s like... to feel that kind of fear, that mix of pain and... whatever else she’ll feel." Jo mused, her voice filled with morbid curiosity.
"It must be... I dunno, exhilarating perhaps? In a dark, perverse way, at least..." Sam suggested, her voice trembling slightly.
"We all know the thrill of risking our lives at the midsummer lottery, but... the fear of being chosen and knowing for sure that in three days you'll be crucified and tortured and gutted? That's another thing entirely," Emma continued, her voice soft and filled with dread. Her eyes flickered with a mix of empathy and a morbid curiosity that she couldn’t entirely suppress.
Molly nodded, her face clouded with thought. "Maybe Mirta will tell us, right before she goes under the knife. You never know, she might be grateful for the company as her entrails spill out..." Her words hung in the air, a chilling blend of hope and horror.
"Grateful?" Sam repeated, her tone dubious, yet with a hint of intrigue, as if she were trying to imagine herself in Mirta's place.
Karen’s lips curled into a sly smile, eyes sparkling with dark delight. "You think she’ll thank us for being there, for watching her squirm naked under torture?" she asked, clearly savoring the thought.
Emma shrugged, trying to sound indifferent but failing to hide the slight tremor in her voice. "Maybe not at first," she conceded. "But by the end of it? Yeah, I think she might. Especially when she realizes it’s the last bit of attention she’ll ever get."
Karen’s grin widened, clearly enjoying the mental image she was conjuring. "And what about you, Karen? You’ve always had a bit of a rivalry with Mirta. Think you’ll enjoy seeing her like that?" Jo asked, her tone a mixture of teasing and genuine curiosity.
Karen’s eyes gleamed with a predatory light, but she feigned innocence, her voice light and airy. "Oh, I won’t deny it’ll be... interesting. But rivalry or not, I think she’ll look beautiful up there. And besides," she added with a mischievous wink, "I might just be the one to hold the knife and gut her. You know, for old times’ sake."
The girls exchanged uneasy glances, not entirely sure if Karen was serious or just indulging in a bit of dark humor. But the way she spoke—so casually, so eagerly—made them wonder.
"It will be... very intimate..." Emma muttered, trying to mask her discomfort, her mind drifting to the horrific image of Karen carving into Mirta’s soft flesh.
"Sure, the cut will, well, bisect her clit..." Karen mused aloud, clearly relishing the image in her mind.
"Oh, poor gal..." Sam whispered, her voice a mix of pity and awe, unable to tear her thoughts away from the gruesome details.
"Losing her clit and her bowels... that must be so horrific for her..." Jo added, her voice trembling slightly as the reality of what was about to happen to their friend settled in.
Karen merely shrugged, her smile never fading. "Maybe, but it's her destiny since the lottery. She just has to deal with it the best she can," she said, her tone almost nonchalant, as if discussing an inevitable but necessary part of life.
The others fell silent, the weight of Karen’s words pressing down on them. They all knew she was right—there was no escaping fate in Innsmouth.
Emma raised her voice in a quiet toast, trying to lift the somber mood. "Well, here’s to Mirta then. May she take her punishment like the strong, stubborn girl we all know she is." There was a note of finality in her voice, as if trying to accept the inevitable.
"And may she give us one hell of a show," Karen added, raising an imaginary glass with a wicked grin. Her voice was filled with dark anticipation, as if she could already see Mirta’s pale, naked body writhing on the cross.
The group fell into an uneasy silence, each girl lost in her thoughts about the horrors that awaited their friend. In the back of their minds, they all knew that they could just as easily have been the one chosen. It was a sobering thought, one that clung to them as they each wondered what they would do in Mirta’s place.
But none of them said it out loud. Instead, they exchanged weak smiles, trying to comfort themselves with the knowledge that it wasn’t them—this time. And with that unspoken relief came a sick, twisted anticipation of what was to come.
Innsmouth’s midsummer festival would go on as it always had, with a naked girl on a short cross, writhing in agony and exposed for all to see. And this year, that girl would be Mirta.
Synopsis
The story is set in the eerie town of Innsmouth, known for its bizarre customs and ancient laws. During the midsummer festival, a pretty young girl is selected by lottery to be executed in a most gruesome manner. She is stripped naked and nailed to a short cross with her knees bent, leaving her body exposed and vulnerable to her fellow villagers' probing hands...
Throughout the day, she shall endures additional tortures, and her suffering will finally be ended only by being eviscerated, cut open from her vagina to her breastbone, as a final act of midsummer "mercy".
"So, have you heard the news?" Emma asked, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and unease.
"You mean about Mirta?" Molly replied, her brow furrowing as she tried to process what she already knew was coming.
"Yeah, the poor thing's been picked for the cross. I still can’t believe it," Sam added, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Has she... agreed with it?" Jo asked, a hint of hope in her voice, as if Mirta might somehow escape this fate.
"What do you mean?" Molly asked, a little confused.
"Well, in theory she could refuse..." Jo muttered, knowing how unlikely that was.
"You well know that nobody did, since time immemorial," Emma stated with a slight shrug, as if the thought of refusal was absurd.
"Time immemorial." Sam echoed, nodding in agreement.
"Surely Mirta wouldn't want to be the first 'midsummer girl' to freak out and pass the baton without going through her execution." Jo chimed in, her voice filled with certainty.
"Mirta may be too bubbly, too exuberant, and too cheerful, but surely she's no coward. She'll go on with it, toward her impending torment and death," Molly said, her tone filled with reluctant admiration.
"She’ll do just fine," Karen suddenly chimed in, her tone too casual, almost gleeful. "She’s always enjoyed being the center of attention, hasn’t she? Now she gets to be the main attraction in the grandest way possible. Fully naked and in pain..."
The others exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the undercurrent of sadistic pleasure in Karen’s words.
"I admit that pain and nakedness make for an... well, hot combination. Very erotic," Emma confessed with a blush, trying to sound casual, though a bit flustered.
"I always wanted to see Mirta naked. And well, nailed to the cross... it's restless: a crucified girl can never find a position hurting more... her body will constantly struggle and squirm, like a nude ballerina." Sam added with a mix of intrigue and discomfort.
"A nude ballerina doomed to die," Molly murmured, her voice soft, almost reverent.
"Do you remember Keira last summer? She was a cute girl, but dying on the cross made her more than just that: she was gorgeous..." Emma said, her tone thoughtful, as if the memory was both haunting and fascinating.
"I hope it will be so for dear Mirta too..." Jo whispered, almost to herself, as if willing it to be true.
"She’s got guts, that’s for sure." Sam nodded, admiring Mirta’s courage in a situation that would break most.
"And she'll lose them: if she survives until midnight, she's gonna be eviscerated, you know: fully gutted, her precious innards all taken out from her..." Karen added with a twisted smile, her tone as casual as if discussing a mundane task.
"Yeah, she's gonna be all opened up, from pussy to breastbone..." Emma said, her voice laced with a strange mix of horror and fascination.
"Well, better than hanging from a cross in pain for days, right? Mirta is a healthy, young gal, if she were not disemboweled she could last a lot... that would be worse, I think..." Sam reasoned, though her voice trembled slightly.
"But it’s not just about hanging there, is it? It’s what they’ll do to her while she’s up there… I heard they’re planning to make it a long day for her." Molly added, her tone filled with dark curiosity.
"A long day and a very short cross," Jo echoed, her voice barely above a whisper, the words heavy with implication.
"You know what that means, right? No escape, no hiding. She’ll be right at everyone’s level, perfect for all those 'curious' hands." Karen said with a wicked grin.
"All her most private parts exposed... up for grabs!" Emma added, her voice trembling with a mix of excitement and horror.
"I wonder if she’ll be brave enough to take it all with a smile. She’s always been a bit of a show-off." Sam speculated, trying to picture how Mirta would handle the inevitable.
"I doubt she can smile if they crush her nipples, burn her pussy, or pull apart her labia with pincers..." Molly added, her voice dark but filled with a strange kind of respect.
"Ouch! That would hurt!" Jo exclaimed, wincing at the thought.
"Sure will hurt. I wonder if it hurts more than being nailed and crucified..." Emma pondered, her voice thoughtful.
"Hope she's gonna be brave... poor Mirta!" Sam said, her voice filled with genuine concern.
"Brave or foolish, it doesn’t really matter," Karen said with a shrug, her tone dismissive. "By the end of it, she’ll be begging for the knife. To be disemboweled. Carved up. Cut open. Gutted. Feel free to choose the language you prefer..."
"But hey, if anyone can make this look good, it’s Mirta." Emma said, trying to lighten the mood, though her voice still carried an edge of sadness.
"You think she’ll fight it? I mean, scream and beg like the others did?" Jo asked, her voice filled with morbid curiosity.
"Not Mirta. She’s too proud for that. If anything, she’ll probably try to put on a brave face, maybe even enjoy it a little... until it gets too much." Sam speculated, her voice filled with an odd mix of admiration and fear.
"So, you see, eventually she too will scream and beg," added Karen with a cruel smile, enjoying the thought.
"I can almost see it now," Emma said, her voice soft, as if already picturing the scene in her mind.
"She’ll be up there, trying to keep her composure while the whole town has their way with her. All naked, with inquiring hands probing her most feminine places..." Molly said, her tone a mix of horror and dark fascination.
"It’s kind of... hot, in a messed-up way." Jo admitted, her cheeks flushing.
Karen laughed, a sound that was both light and chilling. "Hot? Hell, it’s going to be scorching. A real treat!"
"You’re twisted, Karen. But I guess we all are, in a way. We’ve grown up with this, after all. It’s just... tradition. The way of Innsmouth." Sam said, her tone resigned, as if trying to convince herself.
"The way of Innsmouth." The others echoed, their voices filled with a mix of resignation and anticipation.
"I can't deny I always enjoyed the executees' suffering. It's just too sexy. And the thrill when the new executee is announced? If I think it could just have been me! My god, I could cum just from that." Jo admitted, her voice trembling with a strange mix of fear and excitement.
"Yeah, the lottery is both scary and damn sexy!" Emma agreed, her cheeks flushed.
"Luckily for us, we got away with it again this year too!" Molly added with a relieved sigh.
"Us, yes. But not Mirta... it's strange to know that in three days she will be exposed naked on the cross for all to see, and that at the end of the fourth day she will be opened... opened in her tummy..." Sam said, her voice filled with sadness.
"I'll miss her." Emma whispered, her voice trembling.
"We all will. But for Karen here. She's 'a Karen', after all..." Molly said with a knowing look.
"Oh, I'll miss her too, in a way. It's good to have a rival. But I confess, it's good also when your rival is crucified in the nude and ripped open before your eyes..." Karen admitted with a wicked grin.
"Indeed, Karen, you really are 'a Karen'!" Sam said with a mix of amusement and horror.
"Do you think she’ll find some peace in it? I mean, knowing she’s fulfilling her role in the festival... that she’s part of something bigger?" Emma asked, her voice filled with uncertainty.
"Maybe," Molly replied, her voice thoughtful. "Or maybe she’ll just be scared out of her mind. But either way, she won’t be alone. We’ll be there, watching her every step of the way. Hell, we’ll probably be the first ones to... welcome her to her cross."
"You know, I’ve always wondered what it’s like... to feel that kind of fear, that mix of pain and... whatever else she’ll feel." Jo mused, her voice filled with morbid curiosity.
"It must be... I dunno, exhilarating perhaps? In a dark, perverse way, at least..." Sam suggested, her voice trembling slightly.
"We all know the thrill of risking our lives at the midsummer lottery, but... the fear of being chosen and knowing for sure that in three days you'll be crucified and tortured and gutted? That's another thing entirely," Emma continued, her voice soft and filled with dread. Her eyes flickered with a mix of empathy and a morbid curiosity that she couldn’t entirely suppress.
Molly nodded, her face clouded with thought. "Maybe Mirta will tell us, right before she goes under the knife. You never know, she might be grateful for the company as her entrails spill out..." Her words hung in the air, a chilling blend of hope and horror.
"Grateful?" Sam repeated, her tone dubious, yet with a hint of intrigue, as if she were trying to imagine herself in Mirta's place.
Karen’s lips curled into a sly smile, eyes sparkling with dark delight. "You think she’ll thank us for being there, for watching her squirm naked under torture?" she asked, clearly savoring the thought.
Emma shrugged, trying to sound indifferent but failing to hide the slight tremor in her voice. "Maybe not at first," she conceded. "But by the end of it? Yeah, I think she might. Especially when she realizes it’s the last bit of attention she’ll ever get."
Karen’s grin widened, clearly enjoying the mental image she was conjuring. "And what about you, Karen? You’ve always had a bit of a rivalry with Mirta. Think you’ll enjoy seeing her like that?" Jo asked, her tone a mixture of teasing and genuine curiosity.
Karen’s eyes gleamed with a predatory light, but she feigned innocence, her voice light and airy. "Oh, I won’t deny it’ll be... interesting. But rivalry or not, I think she’ll look beautiful up there. And besides," she added with a mischievous wink, "I might just be the one to hold the knife and gut her. You know, for old times’ sake."
The girls exchanged uneasy glances, not entirely sure if Karen was serious or just indulging in a bit of dark humor. But the way she spoke—so casually, so eagerly—made them wonder.
"It will be... very intimate..." Emma muttered, trying to mask her discomfort, her mind drifting to the horrific image of Karen carving into Mirta’s soft flesh.
"Sure, the cut will, well, bisect her clit..." Karen mused aloud, clearly relishing the image in her mind.
"Oh, poor gal..." Sam whispered, her voice a mix of pity and awe, unable to tear her thoughts away from the gruesome details.
"Losing her clit and her bowels... that must be so horrific for her..." Jo added, her voice trembling slightly as the reality of what was about to happen to their friend settled in.
Karen merely shrugged, her smile never fading. "Maybe, but it's her destiny since the lottery. She just has to deal with it the best she can," she said, her tone almost nonchalant, as if discussing an inevitable but necessary part of life.
The others fell silent, the weight of Karen’s words pressing down on them. They all knew she was right—there was no escaping fate in Innsmouth.
Emma raised her voice in a quiet toast, trying to lift the somber mood. "Well, here’s to Mirta then. May she take her punishment like the strong, stubborn girl we all know she is." There was a note of finality in her voice, as if trying to accept the inevitable.
"And may she give us one hell of a show," Karen added, raising an imaginary glass with a wicked grin. Her voice was filled with dark anticipation, as if she could already see Mirta’s pale, naked body writhing on the cross.
The group fell into an uneasy silence, each girl lost in her thoughts about the horrors that awaited their friend. In the back of their minds, they all knew that they could just as easily have been the one chosen. It was a sobering thought, one that clung to them as they each wondered what they would do in Mirta’s place.
But none of them said it out loud. Instead, they exchanged weak smiles, trying to comfort themselves with the knowledge that it wasn’t them—this time. And with that unspoken relief came a sick, twisted anticipation of what was to come.
Innsmouth’s midsummer festival would go on as it always had, with a naked girl on a short cross, writhing in agony and exposed for all to see. And this year, that girl would be Mirta.