Ryona
Assistant executioner
Note: This was written with the assistance of AI and my post editing which hopefully improves the quality for you all.
Note2: I was debating where the appropriate section of the forums this would be most appropriate for. It is a BDSM story, but it is also a crux story, hence my wonder. If this is the incorrect spot for this story, I hope that it can be shifted into the correct position by one of the mods if possible.
The year was 1865, and the sun shone brightly over the grand Lennard family mansion, located just outside the bustling city of London. In the vast rose garden, where vibrant blooms filled the air with their sweet fragrance, a horrific scene was about to unfold, one that would forever haunt the grounds. Taohua Li, a young and beautiful maid of mixed English and Chinese heritage, knelt amidst the flowers, her delicate hands bound tightly behind her back with coarse rope. Her once pristine uniform was now torn and soiled, exposing her slender, naked body to the warm summer breeze.
Taohua's heart pounded with fear as she stared up at the towering figure of Lady Constance Lennard, the cruel matriarch of the Lennard family. Constance stood tall at 5'9", her commanding presence accentuated by her severe green eyes and tightly pulled-back blonde hair. She exuded an aura of power and dominance, showing no mercy as she glared down at the trembling maid. The young woman's long, jet-black hair, which usually cascaded down her back, now hung limply, tangled and matted with sweat and tears.
"You worthless wretch!" Constance spat, her voice dripping with contempt. "How dare you destroy one of my most prized possessions! Do you have any idea how much that vase was worth? You've brought shame upon this family and for that, you shall pay dearly."
Taohua, only eighteen years old, quivered, her light blue eyes filling with tears. She had been a maid in the Lennard household for just over a year, and this was the first time she had made such a grave mistake. Breaking the expensive vase while cleaning had been an accident, but in the eyes of Lady Constance, it was an unforgivable offense.
"Please, my lady," Taohua pleaded, her voice barely a whisper. "I-I didn't mean to break it. It was an accident, I swear. Please, have mercy."
Constance let out a cruel laugh, her eyes glinting with malicious delight. "Mercy? You dare ask for mercy, you pathetic little thing? You will learn the true meaning of mercy, but not the kind you desire."
With a sharp gesture, Constance signaled to her burly guards, who stood nearby, their faces devoid of emotion. They approached Taohua, their rough hands grabbing her slender arms, lifting her effortlessly from the ground. The young maid struggled, but her efforts were futile against the strength of these men.
"Take her to the Saint Andrew's Cross," Constance commanded, her voice carrying across the garden. "Strip her naked and bind her tightly. Let her suffer the consequences of her actions for all to see."
Taohua's eyes widened in horror as she realized her fate. The Saint Andrew's Cross, a wooden X-shaped structure in the center of the rose garden, was a symbol of punishment and humiliation. It was used to display and discipline disobedient servants, a cruel reminder to the others of the consequences of failure.
The guards dragged Taohua through the garden, her bare feet scraping against the gravel path, leaving a trail of blood and tears in her wake. They reached the Cross and roughly forced her onto the wooden platform, despite her useless struggling, positioning her so that her arms and legs were spread wide, her body forming an X.
With practiced efficiency, they hammered her wrists and ankles to the Cross with four large nails, each blow bringing new agony and screams her the Maid. Taohua's naked body was now fully exposed, her small breasts and pink nipples trembling in the gentle breeze, her dark hair falling across her face and down her belly, providing little modesty.
"Leave her there to contemplate her sins," Constance ordered, her voice cold and devoid of any compassion. "Let the sun and the elements be her companions. She will learn the true meaning of suffering."
The guards bowed their heads and retreated, leaving Taohua alone, her body trembling with fear and humiliation. She could feel the rough wood digging into her skin, the sun's rays beating down on her exposed flesh, and the stares of the garden's visitors, who paused to gawk at the punished maid.
As the hours passed, Taohua's initial terror gave way to exhaustion and despair. The sun moved across the sky, its heat becoming more oppressive, causing her skin to glisten with sweat. She tried to shift her weight, but the nails held her firmly in place, her muscles screaming in protest.
Lady Constance, satisfied with her work, returned to the garden several times throughout the day, each time accompanied by a different group of guests. She would pause before the Cross, a smug smile on her face, and deliver a cruel monologue, taunting Taohua and reminding her of her failure.
"Look at you, hanging there like a common criminal," she sneered, her voice carrying across the garden. "A disgrace to the Lennard name. Perhaps you should have been more careful, but then again, some lessons are best learned through pain and death."
Taohua bit her lip, fighting back tears of shame and frustration. She knew that Constance took pleasure in her suffering, and the thought of giving her the satisfaction of seeing her cry was unbearable.
As the day turned to dusk, Constance's visits became more frequent, her taunts more intimate and cruel. She would lean close to Taohua, her breath hot on the young maid's face, whispering vile words that sent shivers down her spine.
"You're quite the sight, my dear," she purred, running a finger along Taohua's trembling thigh. "Your body, so vulnerable and exposed, is a work of art. A shame it will be wasted as you wither away here."
Constance's hand trailed upwards, her fingers brushing against Taohua's sensitive nipples, causing her to gasp and arch her back. The older woman chuckled, enjoying the power she held over the helpless girl.
"You like that, don't you, my little maid? I can see your body's response, even as your mind tries to resist. Perhaps I should teach you a lesson in pleasure as well as pain."
With that, Constance stepped back, signaling to one of her guards. He approached Taohua, a leather bag in his hand, and began to remove its contents. Taohua's eyes widened in horror as she recognized the various instruments of torture—whips, clamps, and other devices designed to inflict pain and pleasure in equal measure.
The guard approached her, his rough hands grasping her pussy, spreading her lips wide, exposing her most intimate parts even more to the cool evening air. Taohua whimpered, her body tensing in anticipation of the pain to come.
Constance stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with cruel delight. "Now, my dear, you will learn the true meaning of submission. Your body will be my playground, and you will beg for release."
The guard positioned a too large, metal dildo with sharp looking protrusions all around it at Taohua's entrance, slowly pushing it inside her, stretching and cutting her tight hole. The young maid Screamed, her body trembling as the thick toy filled her, her virginity taken in the most brutal of ways.
Constance laughed, a harsh, cruel sound that echoed through the garden. "Oh, the sweet sounds of pleasure and pain. Do you like that, my little toy? Does it make you wet?"
Taohua could only cry in response, her body betraying her as it responded to the extreme stimulation, her juices flowing freely, mixing with the sweat and blood now pouring down her thighs and leg.
The guard began to move the dildo in and out of Taohua's quivering pussy. Constance stood by, watching with a satisfied smile, as the young maid's body was violated, her shrieks of pain and pleasure filling the air.
"That's it, my little pet," Constance cooed, her voice laced with mock concern. "Let yourself go. Surrender to the sensations. You have no choice but to submit."
Taohua's mind was in turmoil, torn between the overwhelming pleasure, pain, and the shame of her body's betrayal. She wanted to resist, but her body had other ideas.
As the guard continued his relentless assault, Taohua's cries grew louder, her body arching against the nails, her orgasm building to an unbearable peak. Constance watched with glee, her green eyes sparkling with sadistic joy.
"Yes, my little slave," she whispered, leaning close to Taohua's ear. "Come for me. Show me how much you've learned."
Taohua's body convulsed, her muscles clenching around the dildo as she climaxed, her cries echoing through the garden. Constance laughed, a triumphant sound, as the young maid's body trembled in the aftermath of her orgasm.
"You see, my dear," Constance said, her voice dripping with satisfaction, "pleasure and pain are two sides of the same coin. And you, my little plaything, have just learned that lesson."
With that, Constance turned and walked away, leaving Taohua upon her cross, her body still trembling from the intense experience. The young maid lay there, her mind reeling, as the night sky filled with stars above her. She knew that her fate was sealed, and her body would be left as a warning to the other maids, a testament to the cruelty of Lady Constance Lennard.
As the hours turned to days, Taohua's suffering continued, her body enduring the elements and the occasional visits from Constance and her guards. Each day brought new torments, new lessons in pain and pleasure, until finally, her young life slipped away, her body a broken, ravaged shell.
The End.
Note2: I was debating where the appropriate section of the forums this would be most appropriate for. It is a BDSM story, but it is also a crux story, hence my wonder. If this is the incorrect spot for this story, I hope that it can be shifted into the correct position by one of the mods if possible.
The Maid's Punishment:
The year was 1865, and the sun shone brightly over the grand Lennard family mansion, located just outside the bustling city of London. In the vast rose garden, where vibrant blooms filled the air with their sweet fragrance, a horrific scene was about to unfold, one that would forever haunt the grounds. Taohua Li, a young and beautiful maid of mixed English and Chinese heritage, knelt amidst the flowers, her delicate hands bound tightly behind her back with coarse rope. Her once pristine uniform was now torn and soiled, exposing her slender, naked body to the warm summer breeze.
Taohua's heart pounded with fear as she stared up at the towering figure of Lady Constance Lennard, the cruel matriarch of the Lennard family. Constance stood tall at 5'9", her commanding presence accentuated by her severe green eyes and tightly pulled-back blonde hair. She exuded an aura of power and dominance, showing no mercy as she glared down at the trembling maid. The young woman's long, jet-black hair, which usually cascaded down her back, now hung limply, tangled and matted with sweat and tears.
"You worthless wretch!" Constance spat, her voice dripping with contempt. "How dare you destroy one of my most prized possessions! Do you have any idea how much that vase was worth? You've brought shame upon this family and for that, you shall pay dearly."
Taohua, only eighteen years old, quivered, her light blue eyes filling with tears. She had been a maid in the Lennard household for just over a year, and this was the first time she had made such a grave mistake. Breaking the expensive vase while cleaning had been an accident, but in the eyes of Lady Constance, it was an unforgivable offense.
"Please, my lady," Taohua pleaded, her voice barely a whisper. "I-I didn't mean to break it. It was an accident, I swear. Please, have mercy."
Constance let out a cruel laugh, her eyes glinting with malicious delight. "Mercy? You dare ask for mercy, you pathetic little thing? You will learn the true meaning of mercy, but not the kind you desire."
With a sharp gesture, Constance signaled to her burly guards, who stood nearby, their faces devoid of emotion. They approached Taohua, their rough hands grabbing her slender arms, lifting her effortlessly from the ground. The young maid struggled, but her efforts were futile against the strength of these men.
"Take her to the Saint Andrew's Cross," Constance commanded, her voice carrying across the garden. "Strip her naked and bind her tightly. Let her suffer the consequences of her actions for all to see."
Taohua's eyes widened in horror as she realized her fate. The Saint Andrew's Cross, a wooden X-shaped structure in the center of the rose garden, was a symbol of punishment and humiliation. It was used to display and discipline disobedient servants, a cruel reminder to the others of the consequences of failure.
The guards dragged Taohua through the garden, her bare feet scraping against the gravel path, leaving a trail of blood and tears in her wake. They reached the Cross and roughly forced her onto the wooden platform, despite her useless struggling, positioning her so that her arms and legs were spread wide, her body forming an X.
With practiced efficiency, they hammered her wrists and ankles to the Cross with four large nails, each blow bringing new agony and screams her the Maid. Taohua's naked body was now fully exposed, her small breasts and pink nipples trembling in the gentle breeze, her dark hair falling across her face and down her belly, providing little modesty.
"Leave her there to contemplate her sins," Constance ordered, her voice cold and devoid of any compassion. "Let the sun and the elements be her companions. She will learn the true meaning of suffering."
The guards bowed their heads and retreated, leaving Taohua alone, her body trembling with fear and humiliation. She could feel the rough wood digging into her skin, the sun's rays beating down on her exposed flesh, and the stares of the garden's visitors, who paused to gawk at the punished maid.
As the hours passed, Taohua's initial terror gave way to exhaustion and despair. The sun moved across the sky, its heat becoming more oppressive, causing her skin to glisten with sweat. She tried to shift her weight, but the nails held her firmly in place, her muscles screaming in protest.
Lady Constance, satisfied with her work, returned to the garden several times throughout the day, each time accompanied by a different group of guests. She would pause before the Cross, a smug smile on her face, and deliver a cruel monologue, taunting Taohua and reminding her of her failure.
"Look at you, hanging there like a common criminal," she sneered, her voice carrying across the garden. "A disgrace to the Lennard name. Perhaps you should have been more careful, but then again, some lessons are best learned through pain and death."
Taohua bit her lip, fighting back tears of shame and frustration. She knew that Constance took pleasure in her suffering, and the thought of giving her the satisfaction of seeing her cry was unbearable.
As the day turned to dusk, Constance's visits became more frequent, her taunts more intimate and cruel. She would lean close to Taohua, her breath hot on the young maid's face, whispering vile words that sent shivers down her spine.
"You're quite the sight, my dear," she purred, running a finger along Taohua's trembling thigh. "Your body, so vulnerable and exposed, is a work of art. A shame it will be wasted as you wither away here."
Constance's hand trailed upwards, her fingers brushing against Taohua's sensitive nipples, causing her to gasp and arch her back. The older woman chuckled, enjoying the power she held over the helpless girl.
"You like that, don't you, my little maid? I can see your body's response, even as your mind tries to resist. Perhaps I should teach you a lesson in pleasure as well as pain."
With that, Constance stepped back, signaling to one of her guards. He approached Taohua, a leather bag in his hand, and began to remove its contents. Taohua's eyes widened in horror as she recognized the various instruments of torture—whips, clamps, and other devices designed to inflict pain and pleasure in equal measure.
The guard approached her, his rough hands grasping her pussy, spreading her lips wide, exposing her most intimate parts even more to the cool evening air. Taohua whimpered, her body tensing in anticipation of the pain to come.
Constance stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with cruel delight. "Now, my dear, you will learn the true meaning of submission. Your body will be my playground, and you will beg for release."
The guard positioned a too large, metal dildo with sharp looking protrusions all around it at Taohua's entrance, slowly pushing it inside her, stretching and cutting her tight hole. The young maid Screamed, her body trembling as the thick toy filled her, her virginity taken in the most brutal of ways.
Constance laughed, a harsh, cruel sound that echoed through the garden. "Oh, the sweet sounds of pleasure and pain. Do you like that, my little toy? Does it make you wet?"
Taohua could only cry in response, her body betraying her as it responded to the extreme stimulation, her juices flowing freely, mixing with the sweat and blood now pouring down her thighs and leg.
The guard began to move the dildo in and out of Taohua's quivering pussy. Constance stood by, watching with a satisfied smile, as the young maid's body was violated, her shrieks of pain and pleasure filling the air.
"That's it, my little pet," Constance cooed, her voice laced with mock concern. "Let yourself go. Surrender to the sensations. You have no choice but to submit."
Taohua's mind was in turmoil, torn between the overwhelming pleasure, pain, and the shame of her body's betrayal. She wanted to resist, but her body had other ideas.
As the guard continued his relentless assault, Taohua's cries grew louder, her body arching against the nails, her orgasm building to an unbearable peak. Constance watched with glee, her green eyes sparkling with sadistic joy.
"Yes, my little slave," she whispered, leaning close to Taohua's ear. "Come for me. Show me how much you've learned."
Taohua's body convulsed, her muscles clenching around the dildo as she climaxed, her cries echoing through the garden. Constance laughed, a triumphant sound, as the young maid's body trembled in the aftermath of her orgasm.
"You see, my dear," Constance said, her voice dripping with satisfaction, "pleasure and pain are two sides of the same coin. And you, my little plaything, have just learned that lesson."
With that, Constance turned and walked away, leaving Taohua upon her cross, her body still trembling from the intense experience. The young maid lay there, her mind reeling, as the night sky filled with stars above her. She knew that her fate was sealed, and her body would be left as a warning to the other maids, a testament to the cruelty of Lady Constance Lennard.
As the hours turned to days, Taohua's suffering continued, her body enduring the elements and the occasional visits from Constance and her guards. Each day brought new torments, new lessons in pain and pleasure, until finally, her young life slipped away, her body a broken, ravaged shell.
The End.
