Jane's Breakdown

When Jane came to she found that she was still suspended but that the stake was no longer embedded in her cunt. She had been pulled a little clear of the barbarous implement and her legs had been tied off so that she was hanging a few inches clear of her instrument of torment.

The doctor glanced up. “Hello” he said, glad you are awake I’m making a few adjustments. Turning back to the stake he began carefully trimming wood away from the “babies head with a small wood axe.

As Jane watched trying to understand what was happening, Momma came over. Parting Janes legs and stooping slightly she peered into the gaping ruin of Jane’s vagina. She looked up to stare into Janes face, smiling broadly she waited until she could see Jane looking at her before she spoke. “I gotta tell you honey that I am loving watching this. Entitled little bitches like you always rub me wrong so seeing you up there is a real nice sight. I hope that seeing a woman made you drop your guard a little when we first met. I sure hope I was an important part of what’s happening to you”. Grinning at Jane she continued “your cunt is totally ruined, there is almost nothing recognizable left, looks like raw chopped meat. It must hurt like hell, I sure hope so.” She could see the horror and the hatred in Jane’s eyes and she stepped back satisfied.

“Okay” the doctor said, “we’re ready for stage 2”.

Jane stared at the post. The doctor had trimmed the “babies head” away so that the post was now a uniform 2 inches in diameter all the way down. She began to tremble in fear at the thought of what was to come as her body was fully impaled.

The doctor directed the men to pull Jane a little higher and release the ropes so that she swung back directly over the post. With her ruined gaping cunt it was easy to lower her back down onto the post which quickly disappeared inside her. “Okay hold her there” the doctor directed after about 8 inches of the post had been embedded into the whimpering woman.

Grabbing the straps around Jane’s thighs the doctor manoeuvred her slightly, feeling for the resistance that he expected as the pole lodged against her cervix. “Let her down a couple of inches” he instructed and was rewarded with the sight of the ropes slackening and a hiss of agony from Jane as she bore the full weight of her body onto her cervix, grinding it against the post.

The doctor stepped back to enjoy the sight “this can’t last long” he predicted.

In fact he was surprised and pleased that as Jane spasmed in agony her cervix somehow held intact for nearly four minutes of agonised suffering. Finally, there was a faint pop as her cervix tore away from the entrance to her birth canal and with a terrible gurgle of pain she slid further down onto the post. She slid quite slowly as her deeper birth canal struggled to expand to accommodate the wooden post into her body. The spasms of agonising pain from deep in her belly as the passageway was forced to dilate caused Jane to scream hysterically.

As she gradually edged down the post the doctor adjusted Jane’s hips to accommodate the way that the birth canal curves forward. He wanted to ensure that the post entered her womb with the womb itself intact. Gently rocking the moaning woman forward and back to help her passage down the post he noticed something that he hadn’t necessarily expected.

Jane had started shrieking more keenly as a new terrible pain began. Like the worst period pain ever, Jane’s uterus reacted to the tip of the wooden post beginning to penetrate and stretch her most critical reproductive organ. Enjoying the screams the doctor had pushed Jane back more firmly and from the corner of his eye noticed something. He paused and  pushed Jane back firmly again, staring at her navel as he did so. It confirmed what he had thought, he could create a distinct bulge in her belly around an inch below her belly button.

He turned to the group laughing. “Look at this, you can see the post is inside her”, as he pushed her back with one hand he pointed with the other at the distinct bulge he could create in Jane’s belly.

“This means we are all the way into her uterus and beginning to stretch it” he explained. The number of blank looks prompted him to explain further. “The pole has gone all the way up her cunt and is lodged in her womb, the place women carry babies”. There were more smiles now and a couple of chuckles. The doctor continued “It’s given me a new idea of how we might finish her off”.

He glanced up at Jane who’s eyes remained open and clouded in agony. “Just need a word with everyone in private darling” he told her. “we have a decision to make”.

The gang left Jane tied off and dangling and gathered a short distance away where the doctor explained his thinking. “My original plan” he explained, looking around the group “had been to keep on dropping her onto the stake. Good part of that plan are that she might rupture her stomach at some point and the acid coming out onto other organs will be agonizing. In addition we can drive the stake up into her lungs which will certainly kill her. Bad part of that plan is we need to imagine most of what is happening.”

He paused “lets call that option 1”.

The group were silent all focussed on the newest member of their gang. “The new option just came to me. We can see where the post is pressing against her belly so we could make a small cut and open her up, then guide the post out of her, effectively pushing her uterus out through her own skin. Good point of this is we can see the uterus when it bursts and if we lower her down far enough I’m pretty sure we’ll smash her pubic bone. Bad thing is I’m not clear yet on how we kill her, but I do already have ideas.” He paused again, “lets call that option 2”.

The doctor looked at the leader, “you can choose boss”.

The leader looked away to where Jane remained hanging from the tree impaled on the cruel wooden stake. He looked back, “let’s put it to a vote “ he said “doc since you are in charge you don’t get a vote that way we can’t have a tie.”

Turning to his wife the leader asked “which way do you vote honey”.

The grey haired woman paused, “both sound nice, but the stomach acid thing swings it for me. Option 1”

The leader nodded, “I don’t normally disagree with my wife but I’m leaning to option 2” he said, “that said I aint fixed on it so vote your own way” he looked at momma who nodded her agreement.

In turn the remaining gang members voted and after 8 had voted there were 4 votes for each of the options they had.

All eyes turn to you, the final member of the gang to vote. The exact method of Jane’s death rests in your hands.

[If you vote option 1 you should read the next chapter Chapter 11 Jane's Death Option 1, if you prefer option 2 please read Chapter 12 Jane's Death Option 2]