The Death, My Death

Eulalia · Dec 3, 2012

Welcome Ciappe! A very promising start ...

admihoek · Dec 3, 2012

Eulalia said:
Welcome Ciappe! A very promising start ...

agree

Eulalia · Dec 5, 2012

I've copied your second part here, Ciappe -

please just use one thread for the whole story,

you can post each part as a new 'reply'

I do not have the opportunity to wash. My hair is dirty, smelly, like the rest of the body. Here comes the guardian fat and stout. Forcing me to drink two more bowls and then tells me that will put a plug in the rectum to avoid soiling the ship.

I continue to release water from the rectum. Two male guards, take me weight, I have not the strength to walk and drag me into a room where there is a tripod. I lean on the stand. The buttocks are at the top. The guards push me a tool that fits perfectly into the anus, all this brings great sorrow.

From this moment I can not push out the shit.

I get dragged out. There is a wagon with three other women over. Me up like a sack of potatoes and then the wagon part.

The bumpy road accentuates the evil belly. We are all in the same situation. Screams from the pain and the desire to get rid of. We can not do anything.

We arrive at the port. In about half an hour we are in the hold of the ship in a single cage. Three women with a stomach ache, a pain in the rectum and the urge to defecate. A bowl of water in three. Straw on the ground. Dark. The ship leaves. The movement of the ship adds to bellyache even nausea. One of us vomit. Then we have to urinate and do it in a corner, the smell is considerable.

Here come the sailors who remove the cap and force us to defecate in a single bucket. I have to take it away. I empty the bucket into the sea from a hatch. I see the coast. Maybe we arrived. Return to the cage and the sailor cap puts me in the anus. The other two women have already received and crying in pain. Still torment. We are hungry and thirsty, so thirsty.

We arrive at the place of punishment. We are entrusted to the guards. Are all women. Terrible.

The other prisoners are ahead of us. We are twenty in all. They look horrible. Were women, now lean, ugly, old. They have nothing human.

I think I will soon be so. We hope to die soon.

We have to undress in front of each other. Two of the detainees are approaching. With a brush and soap and rinse. It is almost a pleasure even if the brooms are bad for your skin.

Given a new uniform. Good thing is clear. This is the same as the previous one, but with two innovations. With scissors, a hole in front of sex, and other where are two breasts. From now on these body parts will always be available to all.

Camp life is a living hell. We work all week, alternating one week in a quarry, the other for salt, the other to the cotton field.

The food is poor, very poor hygiene. Every mistake is punished with an appropriate number of lashes or a worse punishment.

You must be careful not to upset the guards, even if they are all females, when they ask you sexual performance. They are evil, vile and cruel. They use different dildos rubber and wood that come into our asses mercilessly. Are unleashed on her breasts and vagina. Every perversion orally.

A prisoner, a girl of twenty arrived just before us, refused to be sodomized with a wooden phallus by ten guards. Immediately condemned. Ass stuck in a huge rubber penis and then nailed to a cross in X, hands and feet. It was heartbreaking to hear the sound of nails that passed through the bones of the hands and feet and the screams of every girl hammered. Blood gushed from his hands and feet. After the last hammer in his left foot, the young woman fainted. He was awakened by a bucket of water on his face. She continued to scream in pain while straightening the cross. The body fell down to the weight and pain of wrists and feet was greater. Fainted again: another bucket of water.

The penis has a hole at the tip so that the air passes through a bellows from the penis to intestine. The air go in the intestine.

Screaming for the pain in the arms and ankles nailed, but also for the instrument and especially for the air in the stomach. After a quarter of an hour his belly was huge, as if she was pregnant. The guards were attracted to this torture and screaming with joy to see her belly grew stronger. Not content has forced us lined up to give us a shot of bellows. Those who refused would be whipped with ten lashes and put in the barrel of leeches. Breathed all, crying for what we did to our partners and asking forgiveness as we looked into her eyes full of pain and tears. Then a cry of agony. A stream of blood continues to grow, feces, urine from the vagina and rectum. Then his eyes got up and came out of the blood from his mouth. He died in terrible agony.

The body thrown into the sea to the delight of the fish. After all, she was already dead, like all of us on the day of the verdict!

Once a month we had to satisfy even the male of the garrison which was in a nearby barracks.

There were about thirty men who want to obscene as the overseers of the field. The sexual destruction of our body lasted until dawn. As a reward, not working that day and a little more food.

No risk of getting pregnant: the life of the beasts sent us in menopause after a few months spent in the field.

This hormonal status outside of each rule has changed our feminine side after a few months of arrival. After six months we have been unrecognizable. There were no mirrors for us, each of the other described what he saw in the companion. Many variations, however, were visible from ourselves.

I was emaciated by hunger and fatigue. My breasts were a little smaller, but still falling. Since nature had given me two breasts very prosperous, although decreased in volume were still quite a few balls.

The vagina was rather rough, dry, itchy skin forever. Had some abrasions and infections. Hands, in fact, used to work the land had broken nails and always dirty, so easy to propagate the infection.

I was still "young" in the field and kept his teeth still intact. Many other inmates after a year had lost all their teeth.

The hair is always dirty. Falling out in clumps. Once they were long raven blacks. I wanted to cut, but was forbidden, now many white. About half of the prisoners had lice and it was a joy for the guards seeing the poor women who scratched their heads until the bleeding scalp.

This was Connie's reply:

Hmmm,I'd rather be on the Titanic.

ciappe · Dec 8, 2012

Eulalia said:
I've copied your second part here, Ciappe -
please just use one thread for the whole story,
you can post each part as a new 'reply'
I do not have the opportunity to wash. My hair is dirty, smelly, like the rest of the body. Here comes the guardian fat and stout. Forcing me to drink two more bowls and then tells me that will put a plug in the rectum to avoid soiling the ship.
I continue to release water from the rectum. Two male guards, take me weight, I have not the strength to walk and drag me into a room where there is a tripod. I lean on the stand. The buttocks are at the top. The guards push me a tool that fits perfectly into the anus, all this brings great sorrow.
From this moment I can not push out the shit.
I get dragged out. There is a wagon with three other women over. Me up like a sack of potatoes and then the wagon part.
The bumpy road accentuates the evil belly. We are all in the same situation. Screams from the pain and the desire to get rid of. We can not do anything.
We arrive at the port. In about half an hour we are in the hold of the ship in a single cage. Three women with a stomach ache, a pain in the rectum and the urge to defecate. A bowl of water in three. Straw on the ground. Dark. The ship leaves. The movement of the ship adds to bellyache even nausea. One of us vomit. Then we have to urinate and do it in a corner, the smell is considerable.
Here come the sailors who remove the cap and force us to defecate in a single bucket. I have to take it away. I empty the bucket into the sea from a hatch. I see the coast. Maybe we arrived. Return to the cage and the sailor cap puts me in the anus. The other two women have already received and crying in pain. Still torment. We are hungry and thirsty, so thirsty.
We arrive at the place of punishment. We are entrusted to the guards. Are all women. Terrible.
The other prisoners are ahead of us. We are twenty in all. They look horrible. Were women, now lean, ugly, old. They have nothing human.
I think I will soon be so. We hope to die soon.
We have to undress in front of each other. Two of the detainees are approaching. With a brush and soap and rinse. It is almost a pleasure even if the brooms are bad for your skin.
Given a new uniform. Good thing is clear. This is the same as the previous one, but with two innovations. With scissors, a hole in front of sex, and other where are two breasts. From now on these body parts will always be available to all.
Camp life is a living hell. We work all week, alternating one week in a quarry, the other for salt, the other to the cotton field.
The food is poor, very poor hygiene. Every mistake is punished with an appropriate number of lashes or a worse punishment.
You must be careful not to upset the guards, even if they are all females, when they ask you sexual performance. They are evil, vile and cruel. They use different dildos rubber and wood that come into our asses mercilessly. Are unleashed on her breasts and vagina. Every perversion orally.
A prisoner, a girl of twenty arrived just before us, refused to be sodomized with a wooden phallus by ten guards. Immediately condemned. Ass stuck in a huge rubber penis and then nailed to a cross in X, hands and feet. It was heartbreaking to hear the sound of nails that passed through the bones of the hands and feet and the screams of every girl hammered. Blood gushed from his hands and feet. After the last hammer in his left foot, the young woman fainted. He was awakened by a bucket of water on his face. She continued to scream in pain while straightening the cross. The body fell down to the weight and pain of wrists and feet was greater. Fainted again: another bucket of water.
The penis has a hole at the tip so that the air passes through a bellows from the penis to intestine. The air go in the intestine.
Screaming for the pain in the arms and ankles nailed, but also for the instrument and especially for the air in the stomach. After a quarter of an hour his belly was huge, as if she was pregnant. The guards were attracted to this torture and screaming with joy to see her belly grew stronger. Not content has forced us lined up to give us a shot of bellows. Those who refused would be whipped with ten lashes and put in the barrel of leeches. Breathed all, crying for what we did to our partners and asking forgiveness as we looked into her eyes full of pain and tears. Then a cry of agony. A stream of blood continues to grow, feces, urine from the vagina and rectum. Then his eyes got up and came out of the blood from his mouth. He died in terrible agony.
The body thrown into the sea to the delight of the fish. After all, she was already dead, like all of us on the day of the verdict!
Once a month we had to satisfy even the male of the garrison which was in a nearby barracks.
There were about thirty men who want to obscene as the overseers of the field. The sexual destruction of our body lasted until dawn. As a reward, not working that day and a little more food.
No risk of getting pregnant: the life of the beasts sent us in menopause after a few months spent in the field.
This hormonal status outside of each rule has changed our feminine side after a few months of arrival. After six months we have been unrecognizable. There were no mirrors for us, each of the other described what he saw in the companion. Many variations, however, were visible from ourselves.
I was emaciated by hunger and fatigue. My breasts were a little smaller, but still falling. Since nature had given me two breasts very prosperous, although decreased in volume were still quite a few balls.
The vagina was rather rough, dry, itchy skin forever. Had some abrasions and infections. Hands, in fact, used to work the land had broken nails and always dirty, so easy to propagate the infection.
I was still "young" in the field and kept his teeth still intact. Many other inmates after a year had lost all their teeth.
The hair is always dirty. Falling out in clumps. Once they were long raven blacks. I wanted to cut, but was forbidden, now many white. About half of the prisoners had lice and it was a joy for the guards seeing the poor women who scratched their heads until the bleeding scalp.

This was Connie's reply:
Hmmm,I'd rather be on the Titanic.

After two months on the island of the Devil (Part Three)
That day I was working in the quarry. With the bat I broke a stone. A splinter hit the leg of the guard. Soon, I got a whip on his back. The burning and the pain made me fall.
"Continue to work bitch, I'll see to the field for just punishment," she hissed.
I knew it would be a severe punishment. I continued to work crying thinking about the punishment.
In fact, in the evening, after the appeal, I was called out of line. We no longer had our name but a number: I 195.
The captain of the guard with the whip under his chin forced me to raise her face. The requirement was to stay in front with his eyes on the ground.
"You're going for two days in the barrel of leeches, no food, no water but a heavy purge. You will be covered the head and face of honey to the delight of the insects of the place. If after two days you're still alive, you will be slapped by all your friends with the velvet glove! Guards proceed! "
I did not have time to think. I was naked in front of all. I was raised and brought to one side of the field where there was always prompt and very busy the barrel.
It was almost filled with a slurry composed of water, feces and urine of the poor wretches like me you had been immersed. Was replaced once a month. The stench was unbearable.
Tied my ankles tightly with belts then the knees and thighs.
I was stuck in the barrel.
Then put the lid cut in half with three holes where they were at the neck and wrists, so the hands came out about a foot from his face. The hands could not touch the face.
I felt the slimy slurry that invaded my body and I was disgusted.
Then a guard poured a bowl with about fifty leeches that were sunk in the liquid.
The plug was pulled. I was imprisoned and then was attached to the barrel with nails.
The guards drew from a bucket dipper drink thick and sweet: the purge. They forced me to drink five ladles.
Two guards smears with honey, head, hair and face and I was left to my fate. One of the guards he retraced his steps and spat in my face. "I hope you die later, but die, bitch!"
Particular felt his thick saliva on my face that reached her lips. Disgusting like never before. I was left alone with my grief and pain.
He spent a short time and I noticed that in the slurry was recovering life, that of leeches. I could feel the worms crawling on my body. They were on the legs, buttocks, abdomen and also on her breasts. Did not fail my sex nor the armpits.
Where they have found that the blood was more superficial, they are directed immediately.
After a few minutes the first few bites. Simple punginate, then real annoying bites, itchy, painful disturbing. Finally, the widespread pain, anywhere but stronger on her breasts, sex, armpits, legs. A constant torment and worsening. I began to scream.
The execution occurred in the late evening. The night was a continuation.
In the night stomach pains caused by the purge were unbearable. Unwittingly I realized that I freed myself of liquid poop that was added to that already present in the barrel.
I heard him exit the sphincter continuously without stopping. I did not have to do anything: it was a fluid coming out independently. The strength of the liquid and the movement of the intestine were winning every my control.
At dawn, the overall picture was dramatic: the pain of leeches was equal to that of the purge. The stand still I had created cramps throughout the body. A continuous tremor took me from head to toe.
I screamed, my mouth was dry to the screams. Useless, I received no drink.
The sunrise and the next morning was an increase in pain in every part. I felt that the body was completely prey to leeches. Pain, tingling, pricking, burning had spread over every inch of my body.
The hot sun began to melt the honey, and it dripped from his head on my face and lips. His eyes were full and it was difficult to keep them open.
The gut always issued independently liquid.
Then came the bugs. Before the flies. The black and green ones, annoying, walking on my face splashed in the honey and perspiration. Then the bees and little flies. The bees tasty honey and stung me twice. One on the lip swelled with great pain and once on the forehead no less pleasant.
The little flies were more impertinent and began to climb the nose. Sneezed and blew. The guards who were around the barrel to enjoy the show were esilarate laughter. Indeed irritated the little animals that raged even more on me.
I asked mercy, I was hungry and thirsty true.
This time they did not wait for their generosity. They gave me to eat a raw potato with the skin still dirty ground. I took immense difficulty but I managed to eat almost all of it.
"You deserve a drink," said a guard. He picked up a bucket with water and placed it between her legs. Then there urinated in and made me drink. I drank at least four ladle.
In the afternoon passed out at least twice. I saw now all fogged in front of me.
In the evening. I was now exhausted. I thought I was dying there recently and I was happy.
Instead came the captain of the guard. He looked at me, felt his pulse and told the guards to take me away. I did not have to die so quickly.
They removed the nails that were blocking the cap and pulled me out. The pain was immense.
I was filthy of the poop, covered with leeches. I was lying on the ground.
I passed out once again.
I woke up by the action of a strong jet of water. I was washed and cleaned by leeches.
The punishment was not over.
I was tied to a chair. Then turn the other inmates passed in front of me and with a leather glove wrinkled, began slapping. A slap on the right cheek and one on his left cheek for each inmate.
Finished the tour my face was red, swollen and bleeding. I do not remember nothing but pain.
I found myself on my bed. I was naked and wrapped in a sheet from the companions, found somewhere.
One of them had access to the kitchen and took oil and vinegar with a little water made an emulsion that I smeared on the body and face. After a few seconds I started to scream. I was silenced with some hands over her mouth. As she continued to spread.
"You're good, you'll feel better in a short time, endure," he said viciously, but she was right.
After ten minutes, the body no longer had the excruciating pain before.
I recovered and I could watch. The body was in a unique wound. Bites and small wounds reddish found were signs that the leeches had left from the neck down in the entire body.
I continued to leak from the anus, in very small quantities but looking at my hollow belly I realized what I hear from the intestine.
The face, who knows where it appeared a piece of mirror, it was only a boil.
Chapped lips. Swollen eyes reduced to a slit.
The tongue was swollen with thirst, dehydration and insect bites.
"Thank you," I stammered to her friends.
After this punishment stood careful not to receive further.
However, life was hell.
All of us had a personal time control for the days passed in the Devil's Isle. Seven small stones: were one week. A larger stone was counting the weeks. Four stones: one month. One month after another, I had now reached a custodial sentence of twelve months.
In this moment I decide my death....

ciappe · Dec 11, 2012

ciappe said:
After two months on the island of the Devil (Part Three)
That day I was working in the quarry. With the bat I broke a stone. A splinter hit the leg of the guard. Soon, I got a whip on his back. The burning and the pain made me fall.
"Continue to work bitch, I'll see to the field for just punishment," she hissed.
I knew it would be a severe punishment. I continued to work crying thinking about the punishment.
In fact, in the evening, after the appeal, I was called out of line. We no longer had our name but a number: I 195.
The captain of the guard with the whip under his chin forced me to raise her face. The requirement was to stay in front with his eyes on the ground.
"You're going for two days in the barrel of leeches, no food, no water but a heavy purge. You will be covered the head and face of honey to the delight of the insects of the place. If after two days you're still alive, you will be slapped by all your friends with the velvet glove! Guards proceed! "
I did not have time to think. I was naked in front of all. I was raised and brought to one side of the field where there was always prompt and very busy the barrel.
It was almost filled with a slurry composed of water, feces and urine of the poor wretches like me you had been immersed. Was replaced once a month. The stench was unbearable.
Tied my ankles tightly with belts then the knees and thighs.
I was stuck in the barrel.
Then put the lid cut in half with three holes where they were at the neck and wrists, so the hands came out about a foot from his face. The hands could not touch the face.
I felt the slimy slurry that invaded my body and I was disgusted.
Then a guard poured a bowl with about fifty leeches that were sunk in the liquid.
The plug was pulled. I was imprisoned and then was attached to the barrel with nails.
The guards drew from a bucket dipper drink thick and sweet: the purge. They forced me to drink five ladles.
Two guards smears with honey, head, hair and face and I was left to my fate. One of the guards he retraced his steps and spat in my face. "I hope you die later, but die, bitch!"
Particular felt his thick saliva on my face that reached her lips. Disgusting like never before. I was left alone with my grief and pain.
He spent a short time and I noticed that in the slurry was recovering life, that of leeches. I could feel the worms crawling on my body. They were on the legs, buttocks, abdomen and also on her breasts. Did not fail my sex nor the armpits.
Where they have found that the blood was more superficial, they are directed immediately.
After a few minutes the first few bites. Simple punginate, then real annoying bites, itchy, painful disturbing. Finally, the widespread pain, anywhere but stronger on her breasts, sex, armpits, legs. A constant torment and worsening. I began to scream.
The execution occurred in the late evening. The night was a continuation.
In the night stomach pains caused by the purge were unbearable. Unwittingly I realized that I freed myself of liquid poop that was added to that already present in the barrel.
I heard him exit the sphincter continuously without stopping. I did not have to do anything: it was a fluid coming out independently. The strength of the liquid and the movement of the intestine were winning every my control.
At dawn, the overall picture was dramatic: the pain of leeches was equal to that of the purge. The stand still I had created cramps throughout the body. A continuous tremor took me from head to toe.
I screamed, my mouth was dry to the screams. Useless, I received no drink.
The sunrise and the next morning was an increase in pain in every part. I felt that the body was completely prey to leeches. Pain, tingling, pricking, burning had spread over every inch of my body.
The hot sun began to melt the honey, and it dripped from his head on my face and lips. His eyes were full and it was difficult to keep them open.
The gut always issued independently liquid.
Then came the bugs. Before the flies. The black and green ones, annoying, walking on my face splashed in the honey and perspiration. Then the bees and little flies. The bees tasty honey and stung me twice. One on the lip swelled with great pain and once on the forehead no less pleasant.
The little flies were more impertinent and began to climb the nose. Sneezed and blew. The guards who were around the barrel to enjoy the show were esilarate laughter. Indeed irritated the little animals that raged even more on me.
I asked mercy, I was hungry and thirsty true.
This time they did not wait for their generosity. They gave me to eat a raw potato with the skin still dirty ground. I took immense difficulty but I managed to eat almost all of it.
"You deserve a drink," said a guard. He picked up a bucket with water and placed it between her legs. Then there urinated in and made me drink. I drank at least four ladle.
In the afternoon passed out at least twice. I saw now all fogged in front of me.
In the evening. I was now exhausted. I thought I was dying there recently and I was happy.
Instead came the captain of the guard. He looked at me, felt his pulse and told the guards to take me away. I did not have to die so quickly.
They removed the nails that were blocking the cap and pulled me out. The pain was immense.
I was filthy of the poop, covered with leeches. I was lying on the ground.
I passed out once again.
I woke up by the action of a strong jet of water. I was washed and cleaned by leeches.
The punishment was not over.
I was tied to a chair. Then turn the other inmates passed in front of me and with a leather glove wrinkled, began slapping. A slap on the right cheek and one on his left cheek for each inmate.
Finished the tour my face was red, swollen and bleeding. I do not remember nothing but pain.
I found myself on my bed. I was naked and wrapped in a sheet from the companions, found somewhere.
One of them had access to the kitchen and took oil and vinegar with a little water made an emulsion that I smeared on the body and face. After a few seconds I started to scream. I was silenced with some hands over her mouth. As she continued to spread.
"You're good, you'll feel better in a short time, endure," he said viciously, but she was right.
After ten minutes, the body no longer had the excruciating pain before.
I recovered and I could watch. The body was in a unique wound. Bites and small wounds reddish found were signs that the leeches had left from the neck down in the entire body.
I continued to leak from the anus, in very small quantities but looking at my hollow belly I realized what I hear from the intestine.
The face, who knows where it appeared a piece of mirror, it was only a boil.
Chapped lips. Swollen eyes reduced to a slit.
The tongue was swollen with thirst, dehydration and insect bites.
"Thank you," I stammered to her friends.
After this punishment stood careful not to receive further.
However, life was hell.
All of us had a personal time control for the days passed in the Devil's Isle. Seven small stones: were one week. A larger stone was counting the weeks. Four stones: one month. One month after another, I had now reached a custodial sentence of twelve months.
In this moment I decide my death....

The flight and the scaffold (part four)

I had become an "old" of the field. Not only for the time, but also in fact.
The body had shriveled. The gums were inflamed and painful. Most of the teeth moved. I had already lost all molars up and down. The inmates older than me told me it was the prelude to the fall of all the teeth. None of them to a year of presence in the field of work had plus one. The hair was sparse and many were white. For the remature menopause had grown hair on the lip under the nose.
My breasts had been the only reminder of my youth were still firm and almost went out of tune on a body now aged prematurely.
I no longer wanted to live.
I decided to kill myself trying to escape.
I have little chance of succeeding. Easier to capture and then certain death: can fall off the cliff, and death at sea. Almost impossible after the fall into the sea to reach the island in front.
I decided to escape.
I tried one evening, on Saturday, after the guards had abused of my every orifice and slept sated with sex and alcohol.
I was recovering after two days. I was about to throw me into the sea. Then thought better of it. I had never done.
I was loaded on the wagon and returned to the prison. When I arrived I was discharged to the ground like a sack.
The captain of the guard turned to me with his foot and forced me to look at her.
"Here's your judgment, praying to die quickly. But we are not in a hurry. Guards. the show begin. Bring out the other inmates, will be an example for all "
I knew I was dying, but I never thought about what suffering I met him.
I was stripped completely. They dragged me at the anvil and with a few strokes of a hammer and an iron point I parted strains.
Then I was tied to the pole in the middle of the courtyard. Each guard, twenty, gave me a blow on the buttocks with a flexible stick. The pain was not equal and it seemed to never end.
Then each inmate forced to give me whiplash on my back. Who gave the shot too light, he had to repeat the action and she would have received ten on the back. They were very bad my friends!
At the end of the back was a sore buttocks and a ground of bleeding flesh.
I was liberated and I fell to the ground.
Immediately lifted and dragged to the next execution.
The throne.
I had already seen on another detainee. I did not have time to think. I sat down on a lot of toes in iron coming out everywhere. The result was that I fainted. The pain of the beating and the tips made a devastating effects on my flesh. When I recovered my senses, I felt a warm liquid that dripped everywhere: it was my blood. Every movement was agony on my skin and my muscles.
They made me drink at least two liters of water, the last ladles vomited from too much fluid in the stomach.
The captain of the guard approached me and poured a ladle of water on his head. Then he took a razor and without too much attention to my skull I shaved his head. I also shaved his eyebrows and then put me in front of a mirror, I was a monster bloody and sore.
"Have mercy, kill me now" begging
"Do not even talk about it" said the captain of the guard "Bring out the crown."
I did not know what it was but I felt immediately.
It was an iron ring, heavy, rusty. I was dropped on my head and was held by two guards at the middle of the forehead and nape. Then the head began to tighten the screws until they entered the flesh of my skull. The pain of each screw touching the bone was hallucinating. The blood dripping from his head invading my eyes and trickled down his nose. The sides got into his ear.
The pain was equal to the difficulty of keeping the head straight for the weight of iron.
I screamed in pain.
"I hate the screaming," cried an inch from my face the captain of the guard "doctor use your medicine, please"
He stepped forward a guard called "doctor" because he had some medical knowledge.
Two guards held her the crown that I got stuck even more in the flesh. Another took my lips open with force and I inserted a retractor. My mouth was wide open, huge.
The "doctor”, quietly began to tear off all teeth. They were all shaky so did hard work and I did not feel much pain. But it was not pleasant.
After an hour of this torture I resumed the mirror in front, removed the spreader and I realized: I had a deformed mouth as some old toothless. Blood from my mouth. But the torment was not over. A guard took her lips closed one next to the other and pulled out. The "doctor" took a needle and twine thin began to sew my lips! For each puncture the pain became more and more unbearable, but I could not proceeded more shouting.
In the end only a guttural moan. My lips were sewn. Poised forward, bleeding. Swelled immediately for inflammation.
The mirror gave the final blow to my figure: a monster!
I only had eyes that expressed my suffering. Now I had to be quiet to not lacerate his lips.
I was removed from the throne. I was thrust into my last house, the one I would have ferried the dead.
When I saw it I have a rebellion, but was too weak to get some results.
I was driven to a cross in Y that was placed horizontally on sawhorses.
It was raw wood. Four guards put me on the long side of the cross.
I had to forced to stop.
Two guards took me hands and pulled with for two hooks that were the end of the two arms bent at the top.
They tied my wrists tenaciously so that after a few seconds I already felt pain and tingling in the hands.
The head that was in the V of the cross and did not support the weight of the crown made her fall back, increasing the pain.
The guards then put a board behind his head leaning on the cross's arms. The head did not fall but the tips behind his head stuck in the bone giving me an incredible pain.
Meanwhile, the other guards were working under the orders of the head.
"Then let me check," he said with great professionalism "the wrists are well connected? Yes, tighten the rope a little there. That's better. By a tour of the screws on the front of the crown, do not you see that do not penetrate. Must touch the bone of the skull of this bitch. Now it's okay" I at each adjustment crying for pain and inability to scream.
"Now the irons breast" ordered from the chief.
A guard brought two leather straps and another two strange irons, such as knitting needles, but sharp.
The captain of the guard took the ties and with malice and strength began to wrap around the base of my breasts. The pain was immediate for the squeezing. After a while the two breasts, only one thing remained generous of my body, looked like two eggplant, hard, painfull and blue to blood stasis.
It was then that the chief took one of the irons and slowly, with a maddening calm I passed away before her left breast. Pain, pain! When the tip came out of the furrow breast took the right breast and pierced this one. After an interminable time the tip came out on the outer side of the right breast. The blood began to flow from the four holes.
He repeated the action starting from the right and out of the left. The iron was placed a little below the first. Pain, blood. I opened and closed my eyes can not do anything else. I think I passed out on this occasion.
In fact, I woke up when I rained a bucket of cold water on his face.
Through the haze of my eye I saw those two irons that I had crossed the breasts fitted with weights to the sides. More pain.
But we were only halfway through my suffering.
Two guards took my ankles and tied firmly at the edge of wood then put a tablet tilted down and stopped with screws against the wood.
The feet rested on the tablet inclined that would not help me to support the body once it was straightened vertically.
At this point it was again close to me the "doctor."
A guard took the great labia of my vagina closing to each other.
The "doctor" began to sew the labia together very strongly with closely spaced dots.
I felt pain, burning, swelling.
After ten minutes my sex, bleeding, was completely sewn a lip to another.
By now I was ready, but not quite. The captain of the guard came up with a huge phallus rough hard rubber from which a rubber tube. Unceremoniously me stuck in the rectum. I grunted as I could.
My head, for the constant pain of the crown and his weight, had fallen back into the void.
I breathed difficult. I darkened the view for the pain. Only then did I realize what was happening.
Two guards widened my right hand and the "doctor" with the hammer began to put me a long nail into his palm. The pain was excruciating. Like a dog I barks in the throat..., unable to open his mouth. The nail went through the bones and muscles of the palm and stuck in the wood. For each hammer blow pain responded in the head.
Same maneuver with his left hand. I could not feel my hands. The pain was strong locally and throughout the body. I was like an electric shock that came from the fingers to the brain.
They were called four prisoners I took one each for the arms of the cross and two other senior took two handles at the bottom of the cross.

ciappe · Dec 20, 2012

Death, my death (last part)
I was pulled up from the stands and brought to the place of my death.
We left the field. Every step and every jolt represented an increase of pain in the hands and arms. His head fell back and besides the pain I could not breathe well. The procession, consisting of the guards and other inmates with me tied, nailed hands and ready for the final sentence, he reached a small hill.
The cross was raised from two of the recluse, while the other two were holding the lower part on the edge of a hole in the ground where it would be housed.
Dropped suddenly the cross. The pain of the tear and the blow was heartbreaking wounds on parts of my body.
The hands gave him an electric shock to the stretching of the nerves that passed the pain to the brain.
Now the cross was straight. They placed the wedges to stabilize the trunk.
Then came the final part.
Two guards came with a basket in which there was a large hammer and two long and thick nails.
From my elevated position I could see very well the scene. I lowered my head as far as possible with the crown on his head and saw two guards approaching to my right foot.
Held on a firm foot and the other began the nail. For each shot followed the strange noise bone pierced by iron and my grunt.
Felt the tip pierce the skin, then entered into the bones of the foot. The pain was excruciating. Pierce the bone of the foot is not easy. The pain spread to his leg and his right thigh. The blows stopped as the tip penetrated deep into the wood of the table where rested my foot stuck in the tree. Pain, pain without end. A trickle of blood ran on foot.
Then the left foot, the same operation, the same pain. Unbearable.
Finished work my feet stood immobilized, the indescribable pain, with the tips below, gliding without any support. In fact, had released her ankles from the rope and then her feet had no other engagement but those nails. Hands paralyzed by grief and trauma.
I tried to get up on his arms. The position, pain in the legs, feet, back made me fall back down.
From my throat went out a long moan. It was the only event I could afford.
I tried again to lift me up to take the weight and pain. Impossible. Collapsed down. I felt the breath that was heavy, slow.
Maybe I would have stayed there in that position for hours. Maybe I would die tomorrow or the next one. But what suffering I endured to the death?
Before leaving the captain of the guard came up to my battered body and said with a grin animal:
"Will not let you alone. The cross was planted on a nest of giant ants, hungry. Soon you will feel the rise and you shall eat the flesh. Say hello to the ants on my part! "
They left me in that position throughout the early afternoon. The water gave me to drink was beginning to weigh in the bladder which was constantly stimulated by huge dildo inserted into the rectum.
I had to urinate. The bladder was bursting inside. Finally, the strength of urination wins the seam that I have done. Rivulets of liquid spurting through the points. The guards laugh and applaud. I cry for the pain and shame.
Then begins the difficulty in breathing. Increasing. I hope everything will end soon with death.
It is evening. I'm hungry, thirsty, foot pain, burning at the premises of the nails. The hands are numb now blue due to the absence of movement, the fingers are property and closed claw. I can not feel my arms. I have greater difficulty in breathing. The crown he scarified the skin and the bone of the skull.
Are passed out once or twice. It was when I came to I felt ticklish in the feet and legs. With an inhuman effort looked down. The feet and legs were blacks of ants going back hungry.
I could not move. When, after an hour they reached my cunt sewn and began looking for a route of entry. Shortly after I heard movement inside my vagina. Had entered.
Comes the night and the cold increases my pain.
I feel certain parts of the body cold and numb. I hope this is the death that will come soon. The ants came to the breasts looking for a way to enter through the holes of the bars. Someone finds it and it will come to taste blood and flesh. The other rising again.
I spend the night with tremors, cold, pain, tears and breath more and more slight. I broke my head for the pain and throbbing. The hands and feet are cold, like ice.
It is dawn. The ants are on my face, trying to get into the tight-lipped. Some came and now walk on my tongue and I tickle the palate. Others arrive at the nose and eyes.
Here come the other inmates before the cross.
Her companions are lined up in front of me to see my death. Here comes the captain of the guard.
His face is up to my breasts dangling bleeding with weights that will sag below.
Touches the knife viciously torturing my breasts. I groaned. I no longer have the strength to grunt. Ants running sore on my skin.
"Bring out the bellows and the water" order
Comes with a cart on a bellows and a demijohn of water.
"Push air" order the chief.
The guards take the tube that is connected to the bellows and attach it to the tube of the phallus.
The bellows rises and falls. I feel a rush of cold air that comes into my intestines. First, almost no sensation. Then increases the tension in the belly.
I see that your abdomen swells as if I was pregnant. When the tension is unbearable and the volume of the stomach is sufficiently large
"Enough with the air, the water now," ordered the guard.
The belly swells further. I feel run cold water in my gut. The voltage of the wall is at maximum bearable. This time I can root. The pain of the wall tension is terrible.
"Now still air" cries the captain of the guard in the throes of an almost maniacal agitation "air, air"
My companions in prison are pushed one at a time to blow air.
My stomach is about to burst. I can still see, for the last time, maybe.
It has the dimensions of a mother on the ninth month. It is monstrously round, swollen, tight, shiny skin. The pain is that of a ball inserted into the abdomen.
The captain of the guard comes up and beats his fist my belly.
Grunt, gasp, the heart pounding beats.
"Soon, more water!" Order the chief.
Insertion of new liquid. The abdomen is now a ball with the wall stretched to capacity.
I feel I'm about to burst.
Pain is the climax.
Then, inside, a sense of rupture. A sound that is spread from the anus to the stomach.
I feel the wall that detende.
Strangely, the pain and tension decrease suddenly.
I have almost the feeling of well-being. The guards are coming and parade the penis. Air leak from the rectum, with noise unclean, and reddish liquid stool, then pure blood. It is in streams, synchronous with the beat of my heart, which is increasingly thin and weak.
Right now goes by a constant stream of bright red blood. I feel hot in the mouth, it is sweet. I hope it's blood. Perhaps it is.
Then through the points of the mouth cola something thick, warm, sticky: it is blood.
Then vomiting. Green.
Even the urine comes out of the vagina self-sewn, but it is red, dense. It's blood.
I have no more pain. I feel a cold coming up from the foot and creeps around the abdomen. I think I can move again the feet and hands.
The chest is no more difficult in breathing, and the paps are read.
The head is still heavy. I'm sleepy, very sleepy. In a last wish of life, scream.
Without pain, the string cuts the lips. In their place, I have bits of flesh and muscle, but I can scream out loud.
Are still alive for a moment. A living being screaming his death.
I'm dead, finally. Then the total darkness and peace.

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