Novella
Chapter 7 of 7
The guard led Felina down the ramp. If she was not fast enough, he would yank on the leash. At the bottom of the quarry he led her to where two convicts were loading large heavy stones on flats pans hanging from the yokes of a chain gang. They had to wait for about two minutes, before every member of the chain gang was loaded and the women slowly started to slowly shuffle up the ramp. "This is where you pick up the stones and bring them up." The two convicts placed a stone on either side of Felina's yoke. Each stone was weighing about twenty pounds. With a yank on the leash the guard told Felina to start moving again. "Come on, now I show you where you have to deliver the stones. Since you are alone, you can move faster than the others." The pace was set by the guard, who constantly tugged on the leash. The guard wanted to reach the top of the ramp before the chain gang, so that they did have to wait for them to be unloaded first.
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Felina tottered on her aching feet, walking down the ramp all the way to the bottom of the pit where the slabs of stone were extracted. The way she was led by her tongue and nipples prevented any resistance. She could not even try to rub the horse cum from her face against her shoulders. She could only follow the tug, all the way down.
At least, all the cum she had managed to ingest had sated her craving. Her brains were again functioning normally. Memories of what she had done rushed back into her mind, making her feel very ashamed. She could not believe she had actually begged men to give her sperm. And what she had done to the horse’s sex organs. That was beyond everything. She still wore the proof of her degeneracy on her face and in her hair. Flies swarmed around her filthy body and she had no way to chase them off. The worst was that she knew the leeches continued their work. She could feel their now huge bodies packing her holes. How long would it take for the pheromones they injected in her blood to turn her back into a sperm-sucking slut? It had taken a lot of them in the pond to do it. Hopefully, the few she had now could not have such a drastic effect.
They reached the bottom and there she could rest a bit while waiting for the slaves in front of her to be loaded. The sperm had partly run off her eyes by now and she could see a bit better. Her stench was still overpowering though, even in this nest of unwashed bodies.
Felina’s turn came. They loaded the two heavy stones at the same time or she would probably have collapsed to one side. Instantly, the yoke weighed on her shoulders in a way that made her knees buckle. The muscles of her calves had to carry her heels off the ground, adding to difficulty.
As soon as she was loaded, and as she was still trying to cope with her new balance, the guard tugged on her tongue-nipple leash, forcing her to walk. The stone slabs at her side swung, forcing her arms in all directions, making it difficult to keep her equilibrium. After a few steps, she fell to one knee. The guard yanked her tongue up, forcing her to get back up on the ball of her feet.
She observed the other convicts. They had a way of swaying their yokes in rhythm with their walking that reduced the swinging of the stones to a minimum. She tried to imitate their movements and after some time could walk without risking falling at every step. By that time however she had fallen a bit behind the chain gang in front of her, as they moved up the ramp in perfect unison.
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"Come on, lazy fuckhole." The guard kept now constant pull on the leash to make Felina walk up the ramp faster, than the chain gang. "We have no use for lazy sluts here..."
They passed three other chain gangs that were coming down the ramp. One was the four women chain gang, of which Felina had been shortly a part. One had a crooked and swollen nose, that Felina had broken the night before. They other women glared at Felina as they passed her, except for Fatty, who was struggling with the weight of the yoke alone.
The pull in the leash increased and Felina had to concentrate on walking faster. The were now just behind the chaingang, but also they were almost at the top the ramp. Felina reached the top of the ramp at the same time as the chain gang. Felina got now rest, as she was guided in her leash the depot were the stones were unloaded from the chaingangs.
The stones were unloaded by another pair of convicts. Felina was then pulled to the side to make space for the next chain gang. "Now you know what to do." The guard tied the end of the leash to Felina's clit ring, not to tightly but Felina had to look at the ground in front of her feet if she wanted to avoid to pull on her piercings. "You do the trip now alone. And your expected to overtake at least one chain gang in each trip." The guard swung a cane through the air, he had picked up. "Failing to do, so will have consequences." The cane landed in Felina's bare bottom. "What are you waiting for, get moving. Stupid cow." With this words he sent Felina back down the ramp, while he himself stepped in the shade of a nearby building to cool off.
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Climbing up the ramp on her tip toe, carrying the heavy yoke on her shoulders and balancing the even heavier stones was back-breaking hard work. Doing it at twice the pace of the other chain gangs was even harder. Yet the guard showed no pity, tugging and yanking on her tongue and nipples as soon as she showed the least sign of slacking. Spurred by the pain and the fear, Felina managed to outpace the other convicts. The sun was still barely above the horizon and the air still had some of the chill of the night but Felina was already sweating due to her fast moves.
At least she got some time to rest her trembling legs as the stones were unloaded. Suddenly she felt so light she could have flown away. Once the stones were unloaded, her tongue-nipple leash was pulled down and attached to her clitoris ring and she was sent back down the ramp with a nast lash on her buttocks.
She yelped and yanked on her rings as her head made a sudden movement. She tottered forward, flaying her yoke as she tried to keep her balance. Her soles were already sore from walking barefoot on gravel but she could not allow herself any rest. Going down, the chain gangs moved faster and she had to hurry if she wanted to overtake one of them.
The yoke was weighing on her shoulders, the coarse wood grinding into her sore flesh. As she had to keep her head down, her spine protruded more against the heavy timber, adding to her pain. Several times she stumbled and crashed to her knees, each time yanking painfully hard on her tongue and clitoris. She had to force herself back on her feet because she knew the guard was monitoring her every move from the top of the quarry.
She reached the bottom after having passed two gangs. She could have overtaken a third one but she slowed down a bit to let them reach the loading area first. This gave her some more time to rest while they were loaded. As she waited, looking around her from the corner of her eyes, she rubbed her thighs together. Her vagina and anus itched badly. Now that she was quieter, she could feel the leeches moving inside her holes. Somehow, they caused them to produce a burning discharge that irritated her inwards.
Her turn came way too early. New slabs of stone were hung from her yoke and she was sent back up the ramp. The sun was a little higher now, and much hotter. Yet she had not been given any water despite how much she sweated and drooled with all of her three holes. She forced her heavy legs to move, barely lifting her soles from the ground to spare her energy as she hoisted her heavy load. Overtaking other gangs was harder now, as she felt so tired and in pain. Yet she managed to pass one and was about to get another when she reached the top of the ramp.
- Nipple rings bound together, the string going through her tongue ring and down to her clitoris
- Burned mouth
- Tongue stretched out and clamped between a pair of sticks tied behind her head
- Arms bound to a heavy yoke, outstretched
- Several leeches in her anus and vagina
- Ankle shackles
- Berry-sized metal balls embedded against her heel bones
- Three metal balls embedded deep under her buttocks, against her hip bones
- X branded on the back of her right hand
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
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Felina reached the unloading station at the same time as the chain gang, maybe even a meter ahead of the first woman. But the guard supervising the convicts unloading the stones from the yokes did not care. He told Felina to wait in line behind the other chain gain. This meant Felina had a chance to rest for a minute or two, until it was her turn to be freed from the weight of the stones.
It also gave her the chance to notice, that her desire for cum was slowly returning. It was not as quickly growing as the first time. And it was far away from being the all consuming desire, that had led her to leave her the pond. But the focus of her eyes often wandered to the bulge in the pants of the guard watching her from the shade a few meters away.
When the stones were being lifted from Felina's yoke, the guard came over, twirling his cane in the air. "Remember you have to overtake at least on group every round trip. Building a reserve does not count." The guard stopped twirling the cane and with a flick of his wrist he added a second strip to Felina's ass. "Now go again. The other group is already almost half way down the ramp." That was a exaggeration, since the other group was only about a third down the ramp.
While the sun slowly rose higher and began to heat up the quarry. Felina hauled stones out of the quarry together with the convicts. Making trips up and down the ramp one after another, with only short periods of rest, while she waited to loaded with the next stones. For every trip she completed, she got another cane hit on her ass or the back of her thighs from the guard. Also the other guards had now pity for her and if she was not at least two or three meters ahead of a chain gang, they made her wait behind them for the chain gang to be loaded or unloaded first.
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Felina continued with the back-breaking, foot-grinding, mind-dumbing work of carrying heavy stones from the bottom of the quarry to its rim. Every round trip added to her exhaustion, thirst and misery. After the first trip alone, she had slowed down to spare her energy. She only overtook one chaingang per trip, usually early after leaving the bottom of the pit, when she was the most rested. Loading the chain gang always took quite a bit of time and she tried to arrived just after one of them to maximise her waiting time. Once the fifth convict was loaded, the first two were already tired from having carried their stone for some time, so that the gang did not benefit from a burst of energy as it started toiling up the ramp. By contrast, Felina’s loading went fast and thus she could cover the first third of the trip at a faster pace.
Yet, as the day continued and the sun grew higher and hotter, Felina’s stamina began to dip. Her shoulders were raw from the constant chafing and grinding of the yoke, her soles were covered in blisters and her calves were rock-hard from constantly keeping her on her toes. As she could not close her mouth, she lost a lot of moisture from drooling and breathing, more than the other prisoners.
- Nipple rings bound together, the string going through her tongue ring and down to her clitoris
- Burned mouth
- Tongue stretched out and clamped between a pair of sticks tied behind her head
- Arms bound to a heavy yoke, outstretched
- Several leeches in her anus and vagina
- Ankle shackles
- Berry-sized metal balls embedded against her heel bones
- Three metal balls embedded deep under her buttocks, against her hip bones
- X branded on the back of her right hand
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
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As the sun moved higher in the sky, there was very little shadow in the quarry and the air flickered at the edge of the quarry. The hardworking convicts began to slow down, but since the guards supervising them wanted to stay in the shade as much as possible, they were now working noticeable slower.
The chain gang in front of Felina was separated from the others, who were continuously carrying stones up from the bottom, after they had been unloaded and were then guided away by a guard. With the chain gang gone, Felina would have to hurry to overtake another group on this trip.
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The sun was blinding Felina. The white stone of the quarry reflected the light, so that there was no way to escape it. The ground turned very hot, searing the soles of the convicts. Those who had been there for a couple of months had formed a thick layer of skin that partly protected them but the newcomers suffered from the searing heat. Felina, being the newest of them, was particularly affected. She stumbled as fast as she could, looking through the haze caused by her burning eyes and the fluttering air.
When the sun was at its highest in the sky, suddenly the gang in front of her was diverted to another task. Felina’s heart missed a beat. She looked up the ramp, trying to distinguish where the next gang was. It was hard to tell in the shimmering heat but it was probably farther than halfway up.
She tried to accelerate her progression, forcing her heavy legs to move faster. The stones seemed heavier than ever and the yoke felt as though it was now grinding against her very bones. She tried to walk faster but it only caused her to stumble and crash to her knees, making her lose all the advance she had managed to get. She was indeed walking faster than the chain gang but they had such a lead that it was impossible to overtake. When at last she reached the unloading tent she realised they were already being processed.
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After Felina failed to overtake the chaingang in front on this trip up the ramp, the guard with the cane stood up from his cool place in the shade "Too slow!. As this is the first time, you get ten strokes." He was already grinning and slightly flexing the with his hands, when he walked behind Felina. "Bend over!" Felina's yoke was still loaded with the stones and when she bent over, the carrying pans rested on the ground, taking the weight of her shoulder, but it also held her down, when the cane landed on her ass without much warning except the sound of the thin wooden rod moving through the air. "One." The guard counted. Smack! The second hit followed immediately slightly lower.
The remaining strokes the guard placed all over Felina's ass and the back of her thighs. The guard put all his strength in the last hit. The cane splintered and Felina's skin broke, where this hit crossed over welts of the previous strokes. "Better keep up now! The next time it will be double!" The guard warned her, before he returned into the shade.
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Once Felina was bent at the wait with the stones resting on the ground, it was very difficult for her to lift them back up. Then the cane landed on her butt and thighs, each stroke leaving a red and blue line that swelled quickly. Wherever two lines crossed, blood oozed. A couple of lashes even landed on her butt, where the steel balls had been embedded in her flesh, causing extra agony.
Each lash added a layer of pain and made her scream louder, despite her throat and mouth being so dry and parched. In the end, she collapsed to her knees and received the last hits in that obscene position, her head and chest resting in the dirt and her welted bottom protruding high in the air, displaying its many piercings.
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The punishment had been swift, but the chaingang ahead of Felina had been unloaded in the mean time and was now on its way down the ramp. By the time Felina was back on her feet and had her stones unloaded by another convict, the chaingang had reached the bottom and was now already waiting in line to be loaded. Felina would have to hurry, if she wanted to overtake them.
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Exhausted and suffering from the nasty beating, Felina tried to hurry down the ramp. She even tried to run but this caused the yoke to bounce on her raw shoulders while her tongue, nipples and clitoris got yanked cruelly as her saggy breasts swung in all directions. How long could she survive at this pace? Yet, the prospect of getting 20 more cane lashes filled her with fear.
She reached the bottom of the pit just as the chain gang was starting their own climb. She got an idea. She started to walk faster again and, just as she crossed the first woman in the line, she feigned to stumble and crashed against the big woman’s chest, hoping to make her fall backwards on her follower and create a domino effect. If all the women fell, they would take a lot of time to disentangle themselves, hopefully.
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Felina's plan worked as she had intended, weighted down by the heavy yoke the big woman fell back with a scream into the one behind her, starting a domino effect. The whole chaingang was on the ground entangled and weighted down by the loaded yokes. The big woman in front glared hateful at Felina. "Idiot, watch were you walk." She said, while she tried to get her feet under her body.
The crash of the chaingang had brought the work in the quarry to a momentary stand still, as the convicts watched the members of the chaingang struggle on the ground. Though the guards, supervising them from the little shade that existed in the quarry, had them quickly return to their work, when they cracked their whips. One guard approached the heap of fallen women. "Back on your feet!" The guard swung down his whip on the women. "And you move on!" He said to Felina, swinging the whip across her back. Luckily, the guard did not suspect, that Felina had caused the crash intentionally otherwise, she would have received more lashes. While Felina hurried off the loading station, the guard used his whip on the chaingang members, until they had struggled back on to their feet.
When they were finally back on their feet and lined up properly, Felina was already passing them on her trip back up the ramp.
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Felina toiled up the ramp, still feeling the line of fire that snaked down her backside, where she had been hit by the whip. At least she would not feel the cane again. She walked up, panting and grimacing, wondering when they would be allowed to drink some water. She felt like she was about to faint from dehydration.
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When Felina had made the trip up the ramp, she saw, that the other chaingang was returning. They were now carrying buckets with water hanging from their yokes. Some buckets were placed next to the unloading tent at the top, so that the convicts in the chaingangs could drink by kneeling down and lapping up the water with their tongues. That was the only way, that they could drink, since their hands were tied to the yokes.
When Felina was freed from her load, the water carrying chain gang was bringing the rest of the water buckets down to the convicts working in the quarry, before they would lined up again to haul more stones up the ramp.
Felina had now the choice to drink immediately and risk, that she cannot catch up to the next chain gang, which was already on at the bottom of the quarry. Or shh could do another trip first, before she stopped for a water break.
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Felina was so thirsty that it was a no-brainer. As soon as she was unloaded, she hurried to the wooden bucket. With difficulty she tried to kneel down without falling on her bruised knees. She managed it by bracing herself on one end of the yoke then getting on one knee, then the second.
At last she lowered her face to the bucket. Alas, the clit-to-tongue-to-nipples string got in the way. She ignored the pain at first as she could slurp the tepid water around her clamped tongue while the level was still high enough in the bucket. She closed her eyes so as not to see the nasty things floating in the water and the dubious deposits against the mouldy wood. Despite being lukewarm, the water felt cool against her sweaty face. It soaked into her curls while she made the ugliest noises, trying to suck as much water as possible through her nose and mouth.
The sticks clamping her tongue prevented her from closing her mouth so drinking was difficult. She tried to fill it by submerging her face into the water then pulled out and tilted her head backward to get it down her throat. Doing that, she painfully yanked on her nipples and clitoris but the relish of water moistening her parched throat was so good that she ignored the pain.
As the water level went down, it was increasingly difficult suck water and she had to change tactics. She grabbed the edge of the bucket between her tongue clamp and upper teeth and tipped the vessel so that water flowed into and, mostly, around her mouth.
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While Felina greedily drank the murky water in the bucket, the chain gang, she had intentionally stumbled into during her previous trip, had it finally made up the ramp too and was being unloaded. The big woman, who was leading the chain gang, stepped behind Felina, after the the stones had been lifted from her yoke. "Leave some water for us, pig!" Without warning the woman kicked Felina between her legs. The strong kick lifted Felina's lower body momentarily in the air, while her piercings were punched in to her nether folds. Also a few leeches inside of Felina's holes were smashed and the leech goo burned Felina's inside, while it oozed out of her ass and vagina.
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Felina did not see or hear the kick coming as she was too eagerly trying to drink as much water as possible. The violence of the impact, the way her piercings got crushed into her flesh, extracted a scream out of her throat. Her head plunged into the bucket, the strings tugging on her tongue and nipples. Blinded by the agony, she collapsed, her head blocked inside the wooden vessel, which was pouring all its water on the ground.
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"Don't waste all the water, you greedy cow." The woman shouted at Felina. She kicked Felina again. The shouts of the woman also attracted the attention of the guard, who looked up and saw, Felina lying in a quickly drying puddle with a bucket over her head. He stood up and began to hurl insults at her mixed with commands for her get back on her feet.
The man prodded her in the side with his new cane, that he picked up after his previous one had not survived the last punishment. He pointed down the ramp, where the group that Felina would have to overtake on her next trip, was just finish with loading. The guard grinned. "I don't think, you will make it. So you may want to bend over now and accept your punishment. 25 lashes, if I remember correctly."
Felina could either accept defeat and receive her punishment now or try to achieve the impossible and delay the punishment for at least a few more minutes.
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Felina grovelled in dirt, her face smeared with moist dust, obviously suffering from the kick in her groyne. She desperately tried to protect herself against kicks, failing miserably.
The guard came and prodded his cane against her protruding ribs. She tried to turn her face at him, pulling on her tongue and grimacing. She braced on one end of the yoke and managed to get to her knees. She looked down the carry. It was obvious that it was impossible to overtake the chain gang in front of her, unless she was miraculously released of all her restraints. And then she would be beaten again, and lose more ground, adding another bout of punishment. However, if she subjected herself to immediate caning, she would be in a better position.
This was still a difficult thing to admit. Her butt and thighs were still throbbing from the recent caning and the idea of getting more was scary. Yet, Felina assumed the position, face and yoke on the ground, butt and thighs offered to her tormentor.
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"Good girl!" The guard tapped the cane against Felina's ass. "A little higher and legs futher apart! Perfect! Now, you stay like this and you will count the strokes for me. Loud and clear. You don't want, that we have to repeat a stroke." The guard tapped the cane a few more times against Felina's ass, before he swung his arm back and the thin rod of the cane whistled through the air and left a fiery imprint across Felina's ass cheeks. "Count!" The guard tap the cane harder against Felina's ass. "And lift your ass back up."
"That's was not bad, but you can do better. Let's start again." With her face on the ground, Felina could not see the guard, who was grinning broadly and clearly enjoying beating her. This time he only tapped her once, before he hit her almost at the same spot as the first time. He waited for her to count, while rubbing the cane over the welt already forming on Felina's ass. No matter what Felina tried to articulate, after she had recovered, the guard would chide her. "No, you stupid bitch, I said, we start again, so this was one. Now, we have to start all over again for a second time."
There was a chuckle from one woman in the chaingang, the guard glared angrily at them. "What are you starring at, you should already be halfway down the ramp. Hurry off, before I cane you too." The five woman quickly shuffled away and the guard returned his full attention back to Felina.
"Now, where were we? Ah right, we had to start again, because you are too stupid to count correctly." He tapped the cane on the slight crease, where Felina's ass met her thighs. After a few taps, the cane swished to the air, before it impacted on Felina's thighs. That was the pattern of the punishment, while the guard caned Felina. A few random amount of taps, before the cane was lifted high in the air and came crashing down onto Felina's upturned bottom or her thighs.
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Felina moved her legs until her position was perfectly obscene and vulnerable. Her hairy, pierced cunt was fully displayed, her floppy labia stretched down by the heavy rings, her clit elongated by the bell hanging from it. She shuddered at the prospect of what was coming. She offered a very pathetic show to the other convicts and guards.
When the first blow hit her skin, she tried to count “one” as loud as possible, but with her tongue clamped and stretched, there was no way it could be understood. Thus she had to repeat it, and once more. This felt so unfair. Her butt burned where the cane had hit her flesh. The welt was swelling and oozing blood. It hurt like hell.
Felina cried, moaned but did not dare to move out of position. This predicament could last a very long time as she had no way to say the numbers clearly. She was at the guard’s total mercy. Yet, she really tried to say the numbers so that at least they sounded a bit like what they were supposed to.
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The guard was well aware that Felina had trouble to count properly. But that did not stop him from insulting her for being unable to count and speak properly, while kept caning Felina. Sometimes he showed some mercy and he accepted Felina's grunts as a valid attempt to count, but more often then not he informed her that he would repeat a particular stroke, since she had failed to count it clearly. Then Felina received a few more additional lashes until the guard decide to move on. That happened especially often, when the guard had placed a lash on the inside one of her thighs, the repeated lash was then placed on the other leg to match the welt on the other one.
Felina also received some vicious hits along her butt crack, bruising her from her perineum to her coccyx.
When the guard finally stopped, Felina's back side was one ugly bruise with bloody welts all over it. The number of total cane strokes she had received was well above the initially announced 25. Not even the guards was sure, how many times he had hit his victim, he only new that his arm was now tired and he needed a break.
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Each new hit felt more painful than the last. Felina hated how the guard gently tapped her bruised skin before landing the full-strength blow. It made her cringe and despair, grunting and sniffing. And when the can stung her flesh, she howled in pure agony. She was trembling and drooling and crying miserably. Once the guard had no place to hit on her buttocks, which were criss-crossed with protruding, bloody whip marks, he moved to the back of her thighs, which proved more sensitive. Once that part too was full, he moved to her inner thighs and that was devastating. Not only the skin there was more sensitive and frailer, but the blow often caught the clitoris chain and bell, so that her sex organ got brutally yanked at the same time as pain exploded in her thigh flesh.
Had she not been in that very stable position, forming a tripod with her torso and legs, she would have collapsed. She just held up the posture by sheer gravity, her knees, boobs, yoke and chin firmly braced into the dirt.
She had long lost the count of the blows. She continued to blurt a sound, as though she were saying a number, but that was indecipherable anyway, and even she did not know what she was saying.
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The guard put down his cane and picked up the water bucket, that was still full. There had been two places next to the unloading station, Felina had only spilled one in her attempt to drink. The guard dumped the water over Felina' back to wash of the worst of the blood. After he had dropped the empty bucket, the guard roughly moved his finger over the welts on Felina's ass and thighs. "That's wasn't so bad, was it? They will heal in a few days, unless you deserve another beating. Back on your feet, slut!"
If necessary, the guard would assist Felina to stand up by pulling her up on her air.
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Felina’s butt and thighs were throbbing in pain. When ordered to stand up, she squirmed, but the yoke was so heavy she had trouble lifting it off the ground. Yanked by her hair, she grimaced and was at last able to get back on her feet. She kept her thighs apart as their inner side was so swollen and bruised she could not bear them rubbing against each other.
While Felina was beaten a chain gang had unloaded their stones and started going back down the ramp. They were not too far ahead and should be easy to overtake. Felina started moving, grimacing with each step, walking in a strange way with her knees wide apart.
She spared her energy though, managing to reach the loading station at about the same time as them.
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The chain gang was loaded before Felina, giving the thief some additional rest, before she was weighted down by the heavy stones piled on the pans hanging from the end of Felina's yoke.
The chain gang was not far ahead and it was no problem for Felina to overtake them, even before the started to climb the ramp.
When Felina was climbing up the ramp slowly, step by step. The chain gang Felina had tripped earlier was coming down. When they passed Felina, the big woman in the lead made a sidestep and rammed the end of the yoke, she was carrying into Felina's chest. "Don't think this is over, Freak." The woman hissed.
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Felina toiled up the ramp once again, panting, sweating, suffering from all her sores and aches. Sweat burned her eyes, blurring her vision, as usual. As she was forced to look at her feet anyway, she only had to focus on walking straight along the rut that had been digged by the passage of countless convicts’ feet.
She heard the coming of the down-bound gang first, the rattling of their chains and the grunting of the exhausted women. Then she smelled the stench of their unwashed bodies. She only saw them clearly when they were next to her, and she could only look at their legs.
She did not see the blow coming. One moment she was forcing herself to climb the slope, the next her saggy breasts exploded in pain and the wind was cut off her lungs. She staggered, the corbs swinging madly from her yoke. She dropped to one knee but managed, at the price of immense efforts, not to fall.
She took a few deep breaths and, with a grunt of pain, stood back up and continued to toil up the carry. She realised she now had more enemies among the convicts themselves. It was the guards’ plan from the beginning: pitch the prisoners against each other to push the productivity and encourage denunciation.
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The attack by the convict did not stop Felina to reach the top of the ramp well ahead of the chain gang. The guard with the cane was waiting for her. With a grin, he tapped his cane against her hip, while the stones were lifted from her yoke. "Well done, convict bitch. Now, I have a different task for you."
The guard picked up the two empty water buckets and replaced the pans hanging from the yokes with the buckets. "After you drank all that water, it is only fair that it is you, who is the one to fetch more water for convicts. Move along." The guards prodded Felina with his cane to steer her away from the quarry and the barracks.
"Move faster." The guard tapped the cane harder against the welts on Felina's ass.
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Having to carry water instead of stones seemed a nice change to her back-breaking, monotonous routine. Water pails would probably be lighter that stones and she would go along another route than that hated ramp. The guard made sure that she could not rest though, spurring her to walk faster. Her bruised and welted buttocks were now very sensitive to the least touch, so she hurried along the new path.
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The guard guided Felina about two hundred meters away from the labour camp to a muddy pond in a depression in the valley floor. The guard stop at the edge and pointed at the pond. "Go into the middle and squat down to fill the buckets." He gave her another swat with the cane to get her moving. Then the guard stepped closer to the edge of the pond, opened his trousers and began to piss into the pond.
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Walking along a mostly flat path was a welcome change to the tired Felina, despite the faster pace she was to keep. It allowed her to rest some leg muscles while using others that were less exhausted. It was a new trip for her and as she finally saw the pond, her dreary spread wide. She was so thirsty, she felt so filthy…
She did not need to be forced to enter the pond. It was muddy and tepid, and did not smell very nice, but still it felt cool to her burned skin and overheating body. As it touched her welts she let out a gasp of relief as it soothed the pain from them. Her feet sank ankle-deep into the muddy bottom as she walked to the middle of the pond. Water reached to her waist, there. She squatted to fill the buckets and plunge her entire body into the cool liquid. She also immersed her mouth to drink as much as she could, not even paying attention to the guard peeing. She was so dehydrated that she would have drunk his pee directly from his cock.
- Nasty welts on her butt and thighs
- Nipple rings bound together, the string going through her tongue ring and down to her clitoris
- Burned mouth
- Tongue stretched out and clamped between a pair of sticks tied behind her head
- Arms bound to a heavy yoke, outstretched
- Several leeches in her anus and vagina
- Ankle shackles
- Berry-sized metal balls embedded against her heel bones
- Three metal balls embedded deep under her buttocks, against her hip bones
- X branded on the back of her right hand
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
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Felina was not the only one revitalized by the water. The fat leeches her lower openings began to wiggle around again. One even popped out of her and sank in the depth of the pond. Also the effect of leeches' toxin seemed to become stronger again and Felina felt a familiar hunger in her stomach, when she saw the cock of the guard. Unfortunately, the guard packed his shaft away, when he was finished peeing and ordered her back out of the pool.
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Felina was surprised to feel movement inside her holes again. Although the toxins had still been present, the worms had remained so still she had thought they were dead. The water revived them though, reminding her of their presence. She chose to ignore them and relish the water.
The cool bath did not last long though and soon she was ordered to get out of the pond, carrying the buckets, filled with sloshing water. She was dripping wet and her hair was soaked. It felt so good as the moisture protected her from the heat of the sun.
She walked back towards the carry, following the path they had taken to come.
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Felina was escorted back by the guard, who walked behind her and used his cane to prod her between her ass check. "Hurry up, convict. You don't want get caught by goblins, all alone out here." He chuckled and the whacked Felina with the cane across her back. "Move faster!" He whacked her again. "And don't spill any water, stupid freak!"
Felina could feel the leches squirm inside her stronger than the hours before. She could also feel some of them bite her insides, sucking her blood and pumping their toxin in her body again.
---
Felina moaned as she continued to progress towards the quarry, trying to balance her arms so as not to spill too much water despite the painful pricking of her anus and buttocks. As the leeches moved inside her, images of cocks started flashing inside her mind. She was terrified as she now knew where it would lead her.
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Back at the quarry, the guard guided Felina from chain gang to chain gang, which were still hauling stones from the bottom of the quarry to the top. For each chain gang, the guard had Felina hold a bucket, so that the other women could drink. Because all women were tied to heavy yokes, that was much harder, as the yokes constantly bumped into each other and causing the buckets to swing. A lot of water was wasted. Accordingly Felina suffered from the guard's cane, whenever water splashed on the ground.
Both buckets were empty, before even half of the chain gangs had received some water. "Looks like we need to fetch more water." The guard said, steered Felina back in the direction of the pond.
---
All in all, having to carry water was better than carrying stones. It was less heavy and she got to take frequent rests while the convicts drank from her buckets. The load got lighter as they drank too. While she moved from gang to gang, her hair dried slowly under the sun.
Whenever they stopped to let the poor women drink, Felina tried to catch sight of her guard’s crotch. She wished he would drink water too so that he would have to pee again and she could see his cock again. Alas, most of the time, he was behind her, snapping her back to make her move faster.
Before long they were walking back towards the pond, the empty buckets dancing from the ends of her yoke.
---
The guard seemed to be in a better mood, when they were walking back to the pond. He tapped Felina's welted ass only lightly with the cane to keep her moving. He reminded her about the goblins. He told Felina even a rumour about the goblins, who were thought responsible for raiding a village nearby. "Those are just silly rumours, goblins do not come so close to big cities. It was most likely a group of marauding bandits. Not that changes much, if bandits or goblins catch you."
"Now, fill the buckets again." They had arrived at the pond again. This time the guard did not pee into the pond, he just watched Felina, taping the cane impatiently.
---
Felina walked in front of the guard, listening. This was a one-way discussion as she was heavily gagged. She felt better now. The buckets being empty, her load was lighter than ever. Her moist hair kept her cool and she no longer was dehydrated. All in all, the water-carrier was a much better position in the quarry. If only she could do it more often, or even exclusively?
The guards talked about goblins again. She had met a few in the forest when she was a child. She despised them. They were ugly, small and cowardly creatures. They usually fled away when humans approached, unless they were in a group and the human was alone. Even then, they were easy to kill. She had shot a few with her bow, back in that time.
They arrived at the pond. Felina entered it but this time she was careful not to go so deep that her crotch would be covered. Instead of crouching, she bent down at the waist and filled the bucket. Straightening herself was harder but at least she would not hydrate the leeches.
As she turned around to exit the pond, she got an idea about how to entice the guard to make her water-bearer more often. The idea came to her mind when she noticed the bulge in his pants.It seemed a very good idea. She approached him and dropped to her knees in front of him, trying to rub her face against his crotch.
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"Get back..." The guard started, when Felina unexpectedly sank to her knees in front of him. The rest of his words were turned into a groan, when Felina rubbed her face on the bulge in his crotch. The convict in front of him still looked a freak with all those rings, but now that she had bathed in the pond and was reasonable clean and didn't reek of urine anymore, the guard had to admit that the woman had been quite good looking, before what ever happened to her, that turned her in a ring freak.
"You like, what you see and feel in my pants?" The guard grabbed Felina's hair and pressed her face harder against his crotch. "Let's carry the water back. You don't want to be responsible for one of the convicts passing out from dehydration. But afterwards we can come here and see how thirsty you are." The guards grinned down at her and rubbed his bulge a last time over her nose, before taking a step back. "Back on your feet!"
The guard had Felina walk back to the quarry even quicker this time, eager to get done with distributing the water and then get some time alone with the willing convict. She now seemed very willing despite the beating he gave her earlier. In the guard's mind, this only proved that some women needed a firm hand. And thus he did not spare Felina, when water splashed out of the bucket, as she walked back to the quarry.
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Felina licked the guard’s crotch bulge with her throbbing clamped tongue. She rubbed her nose against it, sniffing eagerly, taking in as much as the musky smell as she could. It only drew her urge for cock harder and frustratingly, he never pulled his organ out, even though she could feel it swell under his clothes.
Finally she was forced back to her feet and directed towards the carry, once again. The strong stench remained attached to her face, either for real or just in her mind. In any case, the effect was to keep her mind focused on images of erections and sperm bursting dicks for the entire trip. In a way, it helped keeping her mind off the pain and exhaustion,
---
Back at the quarry, Felina was directed from chain gang, so the convicts could drink from the buckets. It went without an incident and the buckets were empty again and Felina was once again climbing the ramp out of the quarry. The empty buckets dangling from her yoke.
Then they went past the barrack, the guard pulled Felina in the shadow and out of sight of the other guards. There he pushed her on knees. Her head was once on the height of bulge in the guard's pants. "You still wanna suck my cock? Tell me how much you want it!" The guard said Felina, while he untied the clamp gag from the thief. The rest of Felina's restraints he left untouched, before he began to unlaced the front of his pants
---
Felina moaned as the clamp was finally removed from her tongue. The blood rushed back into the delicate organ, reviving all her pain cells. She pulled her dry tongue inside her parched mouth. Somehow it seemed longer than before and it almost felt as though it did not belong to her, as though she had a foreign thing in her mouth.
She tried to speak, but her tongue was still swollen and too painful to really obey her. Still, she tried her best to beg as she really wanted to smell his cock and balls and drink his sperm.
“‘Eaje!!!! Aaah ‘ea’y ‘ee’ your ‘ock in ‘y ‘ouch!” she uttered, her eyes begging pathetically.
With her face so close to his crotch, she could smell his musk very clearly and it was driving her mad.
And then he unlaced the front of his pants and the beast sprung out of its lair. Her eyes crossed on it and she opened her mouth wide.
---
Felina's tongue was still connected to her nipple and clit piercing with a string. Felina had completely forgotten about the string in her excitation about sucking the guard's cock. But she got a painful reminder of the string connecting her rings, when she tried to speak and tugged on both her nipples and her clit.
"That's right open your mouth wide." The guard grinned at Felina, who had her mouth wide open, ready to receive his shaft. The guard noticed how dry Felina's mouth look, so he hesitated to push his penis in that dry hole. "Come on produce some spit! I don't want to fuck a dry mouth." The guard grabbed her Felina hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to look in the sky. "I help you." The guard leaned over her and let a thick glob of spit from his mouth drop in her mouth. "Better! But not enough." Keeping on hand in her hair, the guard used his other hand to push, three finger in her throat.
The guard continued to push his fingers in and out of Felina's mouth, until the inside of her mouth was coated with saliva as mucus, only then he pushed unwashed cock with had thrust, that would have made Felina fall backwards hadn't the guard a good grip on her hair, all the way into her mouth "Show me that you deserve my dick in your mouth."
---
Felina could do nothing as her head was manhandled into a position that pulled on her nipples and tongue. She grimaced as the guard spat into her gaping mouth but what came next was worse as she raped her throat with his dirty fingers. His hand was rough and filthy, it was big too. His two fingers reached the back of her mouth causing her to gag and retch so that her own body produced a lot of mucus, preparing her cavity for more rape.
---
The guard did not care about the discomfort, he caused. He gathered the mucus drooling out of her mouth with his fingers and smeared it all over Felina's face. Then he hooked both his thumbs through her nose ring. While keeping his thumbs in the nose ring and pulling it up to her forehead, he grabbed Felina's skull.
"No open wide, pig!" He said, before he pushed his cock into her mouth. He kept pushing deeper, until Felina's lips touched the base of his shaft. He stayed there for a few moments, his cock blocking Felina's airway. He grinned, when he saw Felina's eyes bulge and her helpless struggle, when she realized, that she could not breath. "Does the pig need some air." He mocked her. "What's the matter? You wanted to suck my cock, then suck it!"
He pulled his dick a few inches out, to let Felina take a short, gasping breath. Then he stabbed his cock back into her throat and began to rape her mouth, letting her hardly ever getting enough air to stay conscious.
---
Felina grimaced in pain as her nose was pulled up by its septum. She angled her head until it was where the guard wanted it. As her tongue was attached to her nipples and clitoris, she had top open her mouth as wide as possible, while her speech organ was stretched out, its tip touching her chin. Her bubbly mouth was forced wide open in the most cruel way.
Through her tears, she saw the cock approaching and, despite the pain, she urge to taste it. Her wish was soon fulfilled as the filthy monster penetrated her mouth all the way to her throat. Her breathing was blocked, her vision was blinded by the man’s sweaty and hairy belly while his moist testicles engulfed her tongue and chin. He throat contracted and spasmed, violated by the big, fleshy knob. Her face grew redder and darker, her eyes bulged. She was desperate to breathe but any attempt at moving her head away was rewarded by the painful tug on her septum.
She was on the verge of unconsciousness when at last he pulled out, just far enough to let her get a short gasp of musky air. Then hell exploded on her as he began to ram her throat with his brutal thrusts. Each thrust hammered his dick deeper down her gullet while her nose got crushed and her tongue squashed against her chin. Her entire skull echoed from the fierce banging, totally disorienting her. She could hardly breathe, and at irregular intervals, choking on her own mucus and bile, retching and coughing. It felt like her head was going to explode under the relentless assaults.
---
The guard's attempt to shove his shaft all the way down to Felina's stomach, seemed to last forever.
"Hey, what going on here?" A male voice suddenly demanded from behind the guard. The guard, who had just sunk his cock deep into Felina's mouth, looked over his shoulder, while he kept Felina's head pressed against his crotch. The voice belonged to the overseer of the quarry. "This slut really wanted to suck my cock." The guard said grinning. He completely ignored, that Felina was once again chocking on his cock. Snot and mucus bubbling out of her nostrils. The overseer looked at the red-faced convict. "She isn't doing much sucking at the moment. Maybe she needs some more training." The two men laughed.
The overseer continued. "If she wants to suck cock so desperately, she can suck my cock and that of the other guards too. Made let her breath for a second, so we can ask her." The guard, who was still choking Felina with his penis, pushed her of his shaft. He looked down on her and asked. "Do you want to suck more dirty cocks?"
---
Felina could not believe how deep the guard cock had gone. He had positioned her head in a way that made her mouth perfectly aligned with her throat and now his manhood reached even further. Her face was buried into his belly, his pubes irritating her crying eyes. She could not breathe at all. Her belly and chest heaved spasmodically in vain, furious attempts to suck air into her burning lungs. Those peristaltic movements provided him with incredible sensations as they clenched around his dick.
Inside her vagina and rectum, the leeches were as active as ever, as somehow they were fed with the male pheromones. They released more of their toxin, clouding Felina’s asphyxiated mind even further. The poor girl was on the verge of unconsciousness. She felt that something was happening as the guard had stopped skull-fucking her. Was he just about to kill her in that horrible way?
When at last he released her head, he actually had to yank on her hair to unplug her from his organ. She would have collapsed on the ground had he not kept a strong hold on her filthy mane. She puked torrents of bile in between desperate attempts to breathe, making absolutely ugly pig-like noises. After some time her sight clears up and she realises there is another guard now.
The first guard slapped her hard and repeated his question. She had trouble thinking, her brains awash in leech toxin now. The guard’s erect cock was dancing in front of her eyes, hypnotising her. She could not turn her bloodshot eyes from it.
Sucking more dirty cocks? That sounded disgusting but for some reason she craved it. She could not speak with her tongue stretched down towards her nipples, nor could she nod her head as the guard was holding her by her hair. She moved her lips and her hoarse throat managed to say, in a lewd and wanton tone: “‘ESHHHHHHH!!!!”
- Nasty welts on her butt and thighs
- Nipple rings bound together, the string going through her tongue ring and down to her clitoris
- Burned mouth
- Arms bound to a heavy yoke, outstretched
- Several leeches in her anus and vagina
- Ankle shackles
- Berry-sized metal balls embedded against her heel bones
- Three metal balls embedded deep under her buttocks, against her hip bones
- X branded on the back of her right hand
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
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The guards holding Felina's hair laughed. "I take that as a yes." He let go of her hair to pull up his pants. If Felina lost her balance, she would get another chuckle from the two guards, then the guard would pull her back to her feet by the string connecting her nipples, tongue and clit and use it to pull her back towards the quarry. "Come on slut, let's find you some more cocks!"
Back at the quarry, the guard called out to the others. "Hey lads, I found this eager cocksucker behind the barracks. Let's hoist her up for us all to enjoy her mouth." The guard gave Felina a hard shove. When she landed on ass, she got a painful remainder of the metal balls implanted next to her hip bones. Her legs were grabbed by the guards, then the guards forced them apart almost into a split position, before they secured to ends of a second yoke by the ankle shackles, that Felina was still wearing.
In the mean meantime, the crane arm had been turned, so that it was above Felina. Her second yoke, that acted as spreader bar between her legs, was hooked to the cranes. Then two guards began to work the winch of the crane to hoist her up. First Felina's feet were lifted of the ground, followed by her legs and hips. When her torso began too rise, she felt the string tug on her tongue again. Felina would have to tug her chin against her chest, or otherwise suffer from the string pulling painfully on her piercings, when her head was lifted of the ground. Her ascend into the air stopped, when head was on waist level with the guards that surrounded her with large bulges visible in their pants.
---
Felina was hoping to taste another cock but instead she was forced to walk again, pulled by her tongue, nipples and clitoris, the bell ringing between her thighs.
Once back at the barrack, they started binding her in position for her abuse. The way her legs got stretched so wide apart made her moan in agony. She couldn’t move them at all now, except her feet. Her sex was stretched wide open so that the leeches could now be seen. The black worms did not seem to like the light and dry air that reached them and they tried to crawl deeper.
It didn’t take long then for the miserable redhead to be hanging upside down, all her weight supported by her thick leg irons while there was extreme strain on her hip joints. Her labia were stretched down her belly by the big rings pierced in them, as well as her clitoris. She was covered in sweat. Her stretched legs and straining joints caused her a lot of agony. Yet, she realised that her face was now at a perfect height to suck cocks. At last she would get more sperm. She craved it so much.
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The guard, who had been raping her mouth before, was the first, who got to step in front of the upside down hanging thief. "Let's continue." He pulled down his pants and his erect cock sprang free. He was about to push into Felina's mouth, when he realized, that with her tongue tied to her clit, the angle was all wrong now. So while his cock was pressed against Felina's face, he used his knife to cut the string connecting her piercings. Felina's head and tongue dropped down a few centimeters. "Now that you can use your tongue again. Open wide!" He warned her, before he pushed his cock up to the base in her mouth. He gripped the yoke that was tied her arms to counterbalance his thrust, while his ball sack slapped against her forehead with each thrust of his hips, while he abused her mouth.
---
It was a relief for Felina to have her tongue released from her nipples and clitoris. Pulled down by the heavy ring, the delicate organ lolled out under her face as she was unable to retract it back into her mouth. The guard’s cock was hovering next to her face and she tried to reach it but she could not move her tongue and when she tried to reach with her neck, she could not move either because of the heavy yoke. The sturdy wooden device was resting against her chin, half-choking her and preventing any head movement.
She did not need to worry though. Soon enough, the guard was once again pummeling the back of her throat with his cockhead, delivering her with the strong, foul male taste she craved so much. His smelly testicles now bounced against her pierced nose and into her eyes so that she had a plentiful musky scent as well.
The man did not move his hips. Instead, he used the yoke as a handlebar to move Felina’s head back and forth. Her tongue, weighed by its ring, tended to get in the way though.
---
When the tongue blocked the smooth reentry of the guards cock into the depths of Felina's mouth for the first time, the guard punched her stomach and told her. "Keep your tongue out of the way, slut." Also the second time Felina got a fist into the belly. "I told you to open your mouth, stupid cow. Or we will have to cut your tongue out!"
The third time it happened, the guard pulled out annoyed. He grabbed the offending organ and hooked a finger through the ring and lifted Felina's head before, gave her a few hard face slaps. "Looks like we have to get your tongue out of the way."
He took the end of the string, that was dangling from the tied together nipple rings and the guard had only cut few minutes ago. He then tied the tongue ring to the nipple rings, which was easily possible since in her inverted position Felina's stretched tits were hanging down to her chin. Afterwards the guard continued to rape Felina's oral cavity with renewed strength. He finally wanted his release with no more interuptions.
---
With Felina’s tongue tugged out of the way, nothing could stop the guard to ram her throat as fast and as deep as he wanted and so he did. Her face was fucked so hard that each thrust made her skull ring. Each out-thrust created a vacuum in her gullet that sucked more mucus and bile out of her body. She lost all sense of orientation and situation. She was just a suffering hole, craving for cum to fill her stomach.
- Legs spread far apart by a wooden yoke attached to her leg irons
- Suspended upside down from a crane
- Nasty welts on her butt and thighs
- Tongue ring attached to nipples
- Nipple rings bound together
- Burned mouth
- Arms bound to a heavy yoke, outstretched
- Several leeches in her anus and vagina
- Ankle shackles
- Berry-sized metal balls embedded against her heel bones
- Three metal balls embedded deep under her buttocks, against her hip bones
- X branded on the back of her right hand
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
---
Before guard came, he pushed his dick deep into Felina's throat, cutting her off from any airsupply. He spurted his load into the throat, but when he pulled out Felina, in her inverted position, would have to work against gravity to get the cum in her stomach. Otherwise the sticky fluid would start flowing back into her mouth and her nasal cavity too, which was already being blocked by mucus and bile. But swallow with her tongue out should not be an easy task. And already the next guard was standing in front over her, his cock ready. "Keep your mouth open!" He ordered her, and he would slap her face, if she had closed it to better swallow.
---
Feeling the cum burst inside her throat, the thick cock throbbing and jerking, was a painfully degrading experience but she did not care. She was at last getting what she had been craving for: fresh, warm, thick jism, straight from cock. And as the thick gooey filled her, the leech toxin ensnared her mind further to its taste. So much so that, when the cock eventually withdrew from her mouth, she felt with despair that the sperm wanted to run out of it. She lifted head and closed her mouth, making strange sucking sounds with her throat to try and swallow more of it into her stomach, despite her inverted position.
She was so focused on keeping as much as possible that she did not realised a new man had replaced her guard. A pair of violent slaps made her head dance, her body swing, and brought her attention back to the new cock that was pointed at her nose.
---
This guard did not rape Felina's mouth like the first, instead he held his shaft in front of her face and ordered her to suck it. "You want to suck cocks, then you can start by sucking mine." He placed the head of his penis at the entrance of her mouth, waiting for her to begin. To motivate her, he began to tug and play with the rings on her labia, he seemed to find the bell attached to her clitoris especially interesting, because he kept fidgeting with the short chain making the bell ring.
---
Felina’s throat was still throbbing from the brutal rape. Despite her attempt to swallow it, most of the sperm had run out of her mouth and was covering her nostrils, her eyes and was slowly soaking down her filthy hair. Her sight was blurred, bubbles formed on her nostrils. The stench of jism was all around her, her mouth and tongue were coated with it, yet almost none had reached her stomach, leaving her craving intact. In fact, it was even worse as the addiction was caused by the smell and taste but the satiation could only be achieved by ingestion.
Thus, despite the soreness of her throat, when Felina saw the new cock hovering just in front of her mouth, she could not help herself from reaching for it. That was easier thought than done though, as the heavy yoke stretched her neck down and blocked any head movement. Her mouth opened and closed, like that of a fish as she tried to touch the smegma-covered glans that was just out of her reach. The painful tugging of her vulva piercings provided another motivation to obey. With her thighs parted so wide, she had no way of protecting her exposed crotch.
She tried to move her entire torso, to hump her hips and this caused her body to swing a bit. That was not much, but just enough to bring her mouth to reach the nasty cock. The head disappeared into her mouth and she closed her lips around it, trying to hold herself against it, but her body was already swinging back, pulling the object of her craving out. Until she swung back. She humped her hips some more to increase the amplitude of her swings, allowing her to reach further down the dick. That was a slow-motion, inverted blow-job. She could not move her tongue so that she could only count on her lips and on the suction to give the man’s pleasure.
---
"Look at her trying to suck that cock." One of the guards watching commented. "She has most likely been a whore, before she was sent here." The other man around Felina agreed with that assessment.
Felina's effort was rewarded by the guard, she was currently trying to blow. He stepped closer making it easier for her to take him in her mouth. He also pushed two finger in her vagina, in his attempt to motivate her further, he planned on finger fucking this slut, while she sucked his cock. But when his fingers touched the leeches and were blocking them from going deeper, he frowned. "She has something stuffed up her pussy." He let the others know, then he used her labia rings to pull her nether lips apart to see, what he just touched.
"What the hell!" He exclaimed, when he saw the fat, wriggling leeches move inside of Felina's vagina. The guard was so disgusted, that he completely forgot about the blowjob, he was getting and he stepped back out of reach, having trouble to not retch in front of his comrades, who looked at him in surprise.
"What did you see?" One asked, while another was stepping forward to take a look himself. He also pulled Felina's labia apart by the rings to peer inside. "She got some leeches in her pussy." He informed the others, when he recognized the dark fat worms. More than one guard made a step back and suddenly many looked less eager to use Felina. "How can we remove them?"
"They don't like heat and dry places. It looks like they found a nice wet spot." The guard holding Felina's pussy open said. "We could push a hot iron in the hole and burn the little critters, but that will damage her hole for further use."
"She got a second."
"True."
"Maybe it also full of leeches?"
"Let me check." The guard let got of the rings, then he crammed two fingers of each hand in to Felina's anus, so he could stretch her sphincter to look inside.
"Yep, her ass is also filled with leeches." This sparked a debate between the guards, how to best extract the leeches from Felina without damaging her holes to much, so that they could still be enjoyed by the guards later.
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Felina felt the man inching closer to her, giving her more reach. Each swing now allowed her to press her nose against his balls, filling nose with more of his musk while the cock in her mouth grew harder and thicker. She felt him playing with her widespread vulva.
It was all going well. She could feel him being on the verge of ejaculating and she readied herself to gulp pas much of his semen before it could flow out. But suddenly he froze and she felt his cock getting softer. What was wrong? Had she bitten him? She moaned around his deflated cock as he stretched her labia apart, widening her vagina.
And then she understood. They had found the leeches inside her sex. And those in her rectum too. They wanted to remove them, which she appreciated, even though the idea of having a red-hot poker shoved up her holes scared her. Hopefully they would find a less dangerous solution.
---
Luckily for Felina, the guards settled on using a pair of pliers to try to extract the leches, instead of using a heated iron rod. Three guards surrounded the suspended thief, their crotches filling her field of view. Two guards, one on either side, pulled her vagina open by her piercings, while the third used the pliers to pluck one leech after another from her depths. The guard was not very careful and each time he stabbed and poked around inside he several times, before he got a hold of a leech, which he then extracted and dropped on the ground. There the leeches wiggled on the ground, before they were squashed under the boot of a guard.
After all leeches had been extracted from Felina's vagina, the guards tried to do the same with the ones stuck in her ass. But they had trouble to hold her sphincter open with their fingers and insert the instrument at the same time, since there were no conveniently located rings. "I will e right back. Keep stretching her ass." The man with the pliers said, before he left.
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Felina was relieved they renounced to use a heated poker but when she glimpsed the size of the pliers, she flinched, monad and grunted. The way her tongue was stretched out of her mouth prevented her from forming meaningful words though. Her split legs made her unable to do anything to protect her crotch either so that she was totally helpless.
They pulled hard on her labia, stretching them further than ever, forcing her vagina wide open. She could feel the leeches reacting to the air and light, trying to move deeper. Then the plier was introduced in her sex, the cold, rusted steel disagreeably touching her frail, sore skin. They reached deep, rubbing against the delicate walls, the handles spreading her pussy further. A few times she yelped as the plier actually pinched her vagina walls instead of the retreating leeches.
At they got one and pulled hard. The black worm held tight with all the strength of its sucker. Felina had the impression it was going to pull her vagina inside out until finally the nasty critter let it go. With relief, she saw the leech land on the ground, just under her face, where it contorted in the hot dust. The operation was repeated several times until all the leeches had been extracted, leaving her vagina sore and bleeding, but empty for the first time since the pond.
The guards then turned to her ass. Fingers clawed her buttocks, pulling them apart, while fingers pushed into her anus, trying to spread it open while pushing the plier into it. She grunted and squirmed and moaned from the pain. For some reason they stopped after having fought her sphincter for some time, leaving it raw and bloody.
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The pause was only momentarily, the two guards did as instructed and began to assault her anus anew, pushing multiple finger inside and then pulling in all direction to loosen it up for whatever the plan was.
When the third guard returned, he was holding up a metal band, that was about 10 centimeters in diameter and a few centimeters high. "If we insert that in her ass, it should hold it open enough, so that I can push the pliers in to extract the leeches." He explained his idea to the others.
With combined effort, the three men managed to wedge the metal band into Felina's sphincter, that was now a big gaping hole. Without the fingers of the other guards in the way, the pliers could be inserted easily and the guard began to pull the leeches one by one.
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Felina screamed desperately as the guards continued to stretch her anus. Her feet jerked, her toes curled, her torso swung in all directions but her split crotch remained mostly immobile, vulnerable to the guards’ cruel games. Everything turned even worse when the man came back with a kind of wide metal cylinder. With a lot of effort, they managed to wedge it into her anus, keeping it wide open. The agony was excruciating and the poor Felina wailed and begged, contorting her upper body as far as the heavy yoke allowed her.
Ignoring her, the guards plucked the leeches one by one from her rectum, until they were all wiggling on sizzling hot ground.
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The guard peered into her gaping hole. "That should be all of them." He discarded the pliers. "Hand me the bottle with the liquor. We better make sure to disinfect her holes." He pop the cork from the bottle and took a mouthful of the booze. "This should kill any eggs, the little critter laid in her." He held the bottle above the metal cylinder that held Felina's ass wide open and poured about half of the bottle into big hole. Then he moved the bottle over the opening of her vagina, the liquor pouring all over Felina's crotch, before he rammed the bottle into her pussy. He raped her a few times with the bottle, before he pushed it in deep and let got of it.
The guard took a few steps back and looked at Felina, whose crotch was now soaked in liquor, that was running down her torso, and she had the base of the bottle sticking out of her vulva. "Where were we, before we had to clean your holes from these nasty bugs." The guard stamped on a leech, that was still wriggling on the ground. Then he began to open his pants. "Right, you were sucking my cock. That's right open your mouth for me." The pressed his penis against Felina's face, expecting her to suck him off.
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The alcohol was some strong stuff. As it filled her sore holes, it penetrated every scratch while attacking the delicate walls. It felt like he was pouring lava inside her. Felia screamed and contorted and twisted herself, her eyes bulging out of her skull. The muscles of her thighs moved like knotted ropes as she desperately tried to clench them.
That was not all alas. The cruel man pushed the bottle into her throbbing vagina. The neck entered easily but soon it widened so that the body of the recipient was stopped despite his forceful attempts at wringing it deeper. He was a stubborn guy though and never admitted defeat. He began to hammer the bottom of the bottle with the palm of his hand. Each blow pushed the glass object a little deeper, accompanied by a wail of agony from the helpless redhead. The head of the bottle was now pressing against her cervix but he continued to punch it, stretching her burning vagina to new depths. All along, Felina was bellowing like a sow. The unbearable pain would normally have made her lose consciousness but in her inverted position, her brain was perfectly irrigated and even that help was denied to her.
Her entire crotch and lower belly were throbbing when he went back to raping her mouth. At that point, rescue came from an improbable direction. All the alcohol that had been poured into her rectum was quickly being absorbed by her intestine. It went directly into her bloodstream and then to her brains. She felt the first signs of ebriety as he pushed his cock in her mouth. The process was so fast that just after a few thrusts she was more drunk than she had ever been.
- Legs spread far apart by a wooden yoke attached to her leg irons
- Suspended upside down from a crane
- Nasty welts on her butt and thighs
- Tongue ring attached to nipples
- Nipple rings bound together
- Burned mouth
- Arms bound to a heavy yoke, outstretched
- Bottle wedged in her vagina
- Ankle shackles
- Berry-sized metal balls embedded against her heel bones
- Three metal balls embedded deep under her buttocks, against her hip bones
- X branded on the back of her right hand
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
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"Put some effort in it!" The guard told Felina. "Suck on it!" He told the upside down thief. While he pushed his cock repeatedly into Felina's mouth. If Felina tried suck on him despite her tongue being pulled out of her mouth and tied to her nipple rings, the guard would slow down his thrusts to let Felina do most of the work to get him off.
Now that leeches had been removed by the guards, they did not produced new toxin inside her body. But the irrational craving for cum and licking male genitalia, that the toxin had caused, was still strong and it would take a while until the toxin was removed from Felina's body, especially now that her liver and kidneys also had to deal with the large amount of alcohol in her bloodstream.
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Felina’s craving for sperm and musk was as high as ever. It was even somehow exacerbated by the disinhibition effect of the alcohol. Through her haze of pain, she tasted the cock. Her nose was pushed into the guard’s unwashed testicles, feeding the musk straight to her addicted brain cells. She breathed in, inspiring that strong scent while trying to move her head around the shaft. It was difficult to move her head as her neck was trapped in the thick wooden yoke but she tried all she could to move her lip, even her stretched out tongue. She needed to provide this cock the stimulation it needed to let it empty those fat balls into her greedy stomach.
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Felina's efforts of sucking the guard's cock were soon rewarded by sperm spurting out of the penis' head and filling her mouth. After the guard came in Felina's mouth, he stepped a side to make space for the next guard, who was eagerly awaiting his turn, stroking his thick shaft with his hand. He gave Felina no time to recover, before pushed his cock between Felina's lips, expecting her to suck him off too. "Let's have a good time." In a misguided attempt to motivate Felina, the guard grabbed the base of the bottle sticking out of Felina's vagina and began to push it rhythmically into her abused hole.
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Felina felt the sperm spurts, filling her mouth and she desperately tried to suck it up her inverted oesophagus, with little success. This was so frustrating to have a mouth full of what she craved the most and yet be unable to sate herself.
She had not much time to work on her addiction as a new cock replaced the previous one. This one was both thicker and longer, and even filthier. It overwhelmed her taste buds with its cheesy smegma, making Felina retch and puke the small amount of cum she had managed to swallow. She let out a moan of utter despair. Her craving stronger than ever, she started working as well as she could on that new sperm source.
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While the guard pounded his filthy cock into Felina's throat and raped her vagina with the bottle, more hands from other guards began to explore Felina's body. Their finger clawing at any parts they could access like her ass, thighs, arms, feet and her red hair. The most of guards surrounding her had their cocks already out ready for when they got a chance to use the mouth of the convict, who was quite eagerly sucking on any cock presented to her despite her difficult position.
The guard with the filthy cock exploded into Felina's mouth with a grunt. Before he pulled out, he pushed the bottle deeper then before into Felina's pussy. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, bitch!"
A large guard shoved the other to the side to claim his spot as the next rapist. His cock was massive, bigger than any before, and it was also too high for Felina to reach with her mouth. "Lift her higher!" He said while cock pushed against Felina's sternum and his ballsack swung against her tongue. Felina felt herself lifted a feet or so higher. "Good, now lower her! And you, slut, open your mouth wide!" The large guard said, while he placed the tip of his cock in Felina's mouth. When the winch turned again, the cock was pushed deeper into her gullet by her own weight pressing down on hit.
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All became blurry in Felina’s mind as her vagina got rammed and stretched, her cervix stretched and pressured by the invading bottle. Her eyes were most of the time blinded by the testicles of her rapist. She tried to get as much sperm as she could despite all those tortures but could not get much because of her inverted position. Her throat was sore from being pummelled and from trying so hard to swallow. It was as tough her head was soaking in a cloud of musk. Her only thoughts were about cocks, balls and sperm. Her head seemed to her bloated by all those images of nasty cock, imaginary and real, as though they were filling her skull with their jism.
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That's was not a completely wrong picture, some jism, that made its way into her throat, was now pooling together in her nasal cavity due to gravity.
At the moment the massive cock of the large guard was blocking her throat. Felina's lips were stretched wide, as she slid lower over the girthy cock pulled down by gravity. The cock was blocking her airway, but it also kept the little jism, that the thief had managed to swallow, in her stomach.
"Pulled her up a handspan and than lower her again!" The guard told the ones controlling the crane. Felina's whole body was lifted up, the cock popping free of her throat allowing her to take a short breath, before the guards lowered her again and her airways were sealed again, as the massive cock penetrated her esophagus anew.
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Felina's body strained and contorted as she hung upside down, her throat relentlessly violated by the guard. She felt the overwhelming pressure as the massive cock blocked her airway, leaving her gasping for breath. Every upward motion provided a brief respite, allowing her to catch a fleeting moment of relief, but it was swiftly replaced by the forceful descent that sealed her airways again.
In this distressing situation, Felina's mind was a whirlwind of sensations. Pain mixed with a perverse arousal, creating a confusing blend of agony and twisted pleasure. Her thoughts raced as she grappled with the intensity of the violation, a tumultuous mix of desperation and resignation. In her weakened state, she had little control over her body's response, forced to endure the torment inflicted upon her.
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Felina's body went up and down suspended from the crane. The tied up thief had no control at all over how deep and how long the massive cock penetrated her throat. She was completely helpless and at the mercy of the guard, who operated the winch.
At some point the massive cock began to twitch, before it spurted its load into Felina's mouth. Felina was lifted higher, so that the cock slipped out of her mouth, only strands of cum connecting the meat shaft to her lips. The man used Felina's dirty hair to clean his cock, before he made space for the next guard to fuck Felina's mouth.
The crane's winch was turned again and Felina was lowered down on the next waiting penis. With slap on her thighs this guard instructed Felina to swallow, so her esophagus would massage his cock and milk his balls. Behind this guard, already the next guards was waiting for his turn. It seemed like all the guards in the quarry wanted to abuse Felina's mouth. After a guard was finished, he returned to his post and so another guard could come up to the crane and use the suspended Felina.
Thus Felina spent the rest of the afternoon suspended from the crane, her mouth used by all the guards in the quarry at least once. After the first hour or so, the effect of the leeches' toxin started to be less mindaltering. Maybe it was because Felina had finally managed to swallow enough cum to satisfy her craving, or maybe it was just that the agony of her position and the repeated oral rape had displaced everthing else. When the fog in Felina's mind started to clear, it made her only more aware of her situation. Her abused throat, her bottle stuffed pussy and her anus, which was still held open by the metal cylinder, hurt like hell and the ropes, which tied her to the yokes, dug painfully into her legs and arms.
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Felina's body endured a relentless cycle of abuse as the guards took turns using her mouth, the crane hoisting her up and down to facilitate the debauchery. She was utterly powerless, subjected to the degrading acts forced upon her. With each guard that filled her mouth with their seed, she was lifted higher, the release of their cock from her lips leaving a slimy residue that connected her to the deflating cock.
Her mind, once clouded by the leeches' toxin, began to regain clarity. The pain and discomfort intensified, amplified by the growing awareness of her dire predicament. Felina's throat throbbed from the repeated violations, her bottle-filled pussy and stretched anus caused aching torment, and the ropes dug cruelly into her limbs. Every fiber of her being screamed in agony, a symphony of suffering that echoed through her trembling form.
Amidst the pain, a flicker of resilience ignited within Felina. She realized that surrendering to despair would only perpetuate her torment. Determination fueled her spirit as she resolved to endure, seeking a glimmer of hope amid the darkness. With each passing moment, a seed of defiance sprouted within her, a quiet determination to reclaim her freedom and reclaim her agency from the clutches of those who sought to degrade and break her.
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When the sun almost touched the rim of the quarry, the latest of Felina's rapist was not replaced by the next and Felina got finally a break. Blinking against the sun, she could see how the other guards were herding the convicts up the ramp to the barracks to lock them up for the night.
She also saw the overseer, who had caught her and the other guard behind the building and then had started her miserable afternoon by having her suspended from the crane and service all the guards, was now approaching her again. The overseer tapped against the bottle, which was still buried in her vagina to get her attention. "How about a final blowjob for me, before I let you down and you can join the other convicts for the night." There was no guard to handle the winch, so if Felina decided sucked the overseer's cock, she would have to do it by herself.
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With weariness etched into her every fiber, Felina's gaze met the overseer's as he approached, tapping against the bottle that still violated her most intimate space. The prospect of another degrading act awaited her, but the prospect of escaping the crane and joining the other convicts for the night spurred her acceptance. Determination welled within her, overshadowing the throbbing pain in her throat and the ache of her entire body.
Summoning her willpower, Felina contorted her bound form, striving to reach the overseer's exposed manhood. Despite her awkward position, the soreness of her throat, and the physical toll of the day's abuse, she positioned herself as best she could and began to take him into her mouth. The taste of him, mingled with the residue of countless others, assaulted her senses, but she persevered.
Every stroke of her lips and flick of her tongue was an act of defiance, a testament to her indomitable spirit in the face of degradation. Felina's movements were imbued with a mixture of resignation and determination, as she sought to appease the overseer's desires and secure her release from the torturous contraption that held her captive. Despite the discomfort and pain that pervaded her being, she mustered all the strength she had left to bring him pleasure, her actions fueled by the desperate hope that this would be her final task of the day.
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The overseer held onto Felina's yoke, when her mouth engulfed his manhood. It took not long, before he added his seed to the other's that was coating Felina's mouth. After he had placed his penis in his pants again, he stroked the underside of Felina's breasts. "You're a good cocksucker. I think we all will enjoy your mouth many times during your sentence here at the quarry."
Then overseer stepped to the winch and slowly lowered Felina to the ground. Then he released the yoke, whose ends had been tied Felina's ankle shackles. The bottle and metal cylinder he left in place. "Back on your feet, convict!" If necessary the overseer would pull her up by her hair.
When Felina was back on the balls of her feet, he gave her a shove towards the barracks to get her moving in that direction.
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Finally, Felina was liberated from the dreadful leg spreader that had held her in such torment. Her muscles, weary and overextended, rebelled against her commands, initially refusing to cooperate. Standing proved to be a challenge as the weight of the yoke burdened her. With a harsh tug on her hair, the overseer compelled her upright, prompting an unintended release of gas from her stretched anus as her internal organs settled back into place. Nevertheless, the bottle remained securely nestled within her vagina.
Shuffling her feet, Felina made her way toward the barracks, yearning for a night of respite after enduring the unimaginable suffering and sheer exhaustion of that wretched day.
- Nasty welts on her butt and thighs
- Tongue ring attached to nipples
- Nipple rings bound together
- Burned mouth
- Arms bound to a heavy yoke, outstretched
- Bottle wedged in her vagina
- Metal tube keeping her anus wide open
- Ankle shackles
- Berry-sized metal balls embedded against her heel bones
- Three metal balls embedded deep under her buttocks, against her hip bones
- X branded on the back of her right hand
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
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The overseer guided Felina to the wall on the outside of the Barracks like the previous night. There sitting against the wall were already the four women of the chaingang, waiting for Felina. Three of the women grinned, when the overseer brought Felina towards them. The chubby woman was looking at the feet. "Gals, look who is joining us again. Have you enjoyed your day, Bitch?" The lead woman snarled and her two friends laughed. "Silence!" The overseer ordered and the other convicts shut up, but they were still grinning at Felina, when overseer locked the chain from Fatty's ankle to Felina's ankle, before he removed the yoke from Felina's shoulders. He looked at the five women. "I don't want another fight or you all will regret it!" He warned them, before he turned and walked around the corner, leaving Felina alone with the four women of the chaingang.
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Felina's heart sank as she was led to her destination. "Oh no, not those bitches again!" she silently lamented, recognizing the trio of tormentors who had inflicted so much misery upon her.
As the yoke was removed from her weary shoulders, she felt a rush of relief, as if she could almost take flight. With a pained expression, she gingerly lowered her arms, the strain of being locked in the same position for so long tormenting her cramped muscles.
With a sense of exhaustion that weighed heavily upon her, the redhead allowed herself to almost collapse onto the rugged ground, finding solace in leaning her back and head against the wall. She was utterly drained, her entire being yearning for rest. Sleep beckoned, a vital necessity to replenish her stamina and ease the countless aches that plagued her body. With any luck, her fellow women would be equally fatigued and would grant her the respite she so desperately needed, leaving her undisturbed.
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The thief had no such luck. The other members of the chaingang had already had some minutes to rest. From the other end of the group of women sitting against the wall, Maxima leaned forward to look at Felina directly. "We were not finished with our introduction last night, when you broke her nose and got taken away." She nodded towards the woman next to her, whose nose was crooked and still swollen. "Serena here, expects an apology from you." Maxima noticed only now, that Felina's tongue was tied to her nipple rings. "Come here, Freak! Then I will free your tongue and you can lick our pussies like a good girl. If you only lick pussy half as good as you suck cocks, we will have a great time."
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Felina let out a defeated sigh, her spirit crushed by the inevitable repetition of torment that awaited her. But this time, she was in a far worse state than the previous night. The events of the past 24 hours had taken their toll on her, leaving her physically and emotionally drained. The once-burning ember of resistance had flickered out, leaving only a smoldering resignation within her.
Summoning her remaining strength, Felina mustered a groan of pain as she straightened herself, her body protesting every movement. Her limbs felt heavy and fatigued, aching from the strain of the relentless ordeal she had endured. She found herself unable to speak, her tongue swollen and raw from the relentless deepthroating she had been subjected to. A viscous mixture of sperm and saliva trickled down her chin, pooling in the crevice between her heaving breasts.
With weariness weighing her down, Felina crawled, her limbs feeling as though they were made of lead, over the sprawled figure of the chubby convict. The once-plump woman had lost a significant amount of weight, but her presence offered no comfort to Felina. Careful not to get entangled in the chains that bound her, she moved towards her next destination, her trembling form coming to kneel before the imposing figure of Maxima, the ringleader of the trio of bullies.
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Maxima smiled, when Felina crawled to her. "That's much better." The dark skinned woman used her fingers and nails to loosen the string, that connected Felina's tongue ring with her nipple rings. There were some painful tugs, but in the end Felina's tongue and nipples were free again. Felina's teats sagged down, now that they were no longer held up by their tips.
Maxima spread her legs, exposing her hairy slit. "I freed your tongue. Now, put it to good use!" Felina could feel the two bullies moving closer on her side. They were readying themselves to grab and push Felina to the ground, if she refused to service their leader.
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Felina's face twisted in a mix of pain and revulsion as Maxima's grimy fingers toyed with her tongue and nipples, the jagged edges of her black-rimmed nails cutting through the strings. With a release from their constraints, her tongue dangled from her mouth, weighed down by a large ring piercing. Her once firm breasts resumed their sagging shape, clinging to her protruding ribs, a visual reminder of her physical degradation.
The dreaded moment had arrived. Trapped between the three menacing bullies, chained to them, Felina knew escape was impossible. She had learned the consequences of resistance through brutal punishment, and tonight the guards would ensure she had no opportunity to flee.
Maxima's face gleamed with satisfaction as she parted her muscular thighs, exposing her vulva. Hidden beneath a thick mat of tangled pubic hair, the delicate pinkness of her slit contrasted with the surrounding darkness of her skin. Meekly, Felina knelt between Maxima's feet, her face drawing closer to the pierced woman's unkempt nether region. A repugnant odor assaulted her wrinkled nose, causing her to pause, her expression contorted in disgust.
Without hesitation, Maxima's powerful fingers seized Felina's hair at the roots, near the scalp, and forcefully pressed the former thief's face against her putrid vulva. Felina struggled to maintain her balance, bracing her palms against the rough ground, but she couldn't pull away. Her face was trapped against the unwashed folds of pink flesh, her nose tickled by wiry pubic hair. The stench was overwhelming, assaulting her senses. The taste that accompanied it was even worse. Her parched tongue hung from her mouth, unable to retreat. Maxima callously dragged the poor girl's face up and down her vulva, showing no regard for Felina's discomfort. This forced contact caused her tongue to slide along the swollen labia, eliciting a repulsive sensation. Almost immediately, a large, protruding clitoris emerged from its dark hood, its size capable of blocking one of Felina's nostrils.
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Maxima moaned and grunted obscenely, while she dragged Felina's face over her vulva. "Use your tongue, I want to feel you sticking you tongue ring inside me. Stop, pulling away! Serena, take her arms!" Felina felt someone grab her arms and pulling them on her back. Without her hands to support her, Felina's chest grounded against the rough ground.
Felina also felt someone touch the metal tube in her ass. "What is that?" The third bully said and Felina felt the tube being twisted around in her anus. "Hey, she also has some kind of bottle stuck in her cunt." Maxima and Serena laughed at the discoveries of the third woman. Maxima said. "Take it out. Let's see if there is something in the bottle."
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Felina's arms were seized near the elbows and forcefully yanked backward, causing her to topple forward, her face squashed against Maxima's putrid vulva. The rough ground pressed into her own sagging breasts, exacerbating her discomfort. Any semblance of freedom had slipped further from her grasp. Relentlessly, Maxima pressed on the back of Felina's head, forcing her deeper into the revolting intimacy.
Desperate to comply, Felina strained to push her tongue into the repulsive folds, but the sheer size of her tongue ring made entry nearly impossible. Instead, she resorted to sliding her tongue up and down the damp slit, her taste buds involuntarily subjected to the fatty, pink labia. With each lick, Felina battled against the overwhelming stench that emanated from Maxima's unwashed crevice. The tangle of dense pubic hair added to the suffocating sensation, making it a struggle to find even a momentary breath amidst the repugnant landscape.
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Maxima moans increased in volume as Felina's tongue and the ring embedded in it brushed over her nether lips. "Ah, yes, that's a good bitch. Lick my pussy!" Maxima tightened her grip on Felina's hair and gyrated her hips against Felina's face. Maxima's swollen clitoris rubbing against Felina's nose.
In the meantime, the third bully had grabbed the base of the bottle stuck in Felina's pussy. And was pulling on it with jerking motions. "Let go of it, bitch." The bully hissed, when she had trouble to overcome the vacuum that held the bottle in Felina's hole. Finally after twisting the bottle around and moving it side to side it popped free. "Oh, it's empty the bitch drank all by herself."
Bottle in hand the bully turned to Fatty. The chubby woman pressed herself against the wall hoping that the others would leave her out of it. "Fatty come here, let's see if this bottle fits you too."
"No, please. I do anything you want, I will even lick your pussy." Fatty whined. Chains rattled behind Felina and she felt a tug on the ankle, that connected her to Fatty. Then there was the sound of a slapped followed by a whine from Fatty. "Spread your legs!" The third bully hissed.
What was going on behind Felina was clearly turning on Maxima, as her pussy began to secrete her juices in large quantities and they ran over Felina's tongue and into the thief's mouth.
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Felina's mind was filled with a mixture of disgust and dread as her tongue continued its humiliating task, delving into the foul depths of Maxima's unwashed vulva. The unrelenting pressure on the back of her head left her struggling for breath, her muffled attempts at inhaling only adding to the unpleasant soundscape. Each desperate gasp brought with it the sickening stench of Maxima's sex, threatening to overwhelm her.
Amidst her repulsion, Felina felt a sudden jolt as Serena, positioned behind her, managed to grasp the protruding bottom of the bottle that had been forcefully inserted into Felina's vagina. A combination of discomfort and relief coursed through her as Serena exerted her strength to pull the bottle free, overcoming the suction that held it in place.
The squelchy, wet sound of the bottle being extracted from Felina's violated depths reverberated in her ears, intensifying the grimness of the situation. Felina's mind spun with a mix of emotions—relief at the removal of the invasive object, alongside an escalating sense of violation and humiliation. She wondered how much more her body could endure, how much further she would be subjected to in this wretched place. The degrading task of pleasuring Maxima seemed unending, her own degradation magnifying with each passing moment.
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Suddenly Maxima's powerful thighs clammed down on Felina's head, trapping the thief between her legs, while the discharge from the dark skinned woman's orgasm flood Felina's mouth and nose. With her head trapped against the other woman's vulva Felina could not breath, while Maxima enjoyed her climax.
When Maxima came down from her peak, she let go of Felina's hair and open her legs. Maxima took hold of Felina's nose ring and lifted her head from her crotch. "You still need some more training. Why don't you go practice on Serena." To Serena, who was still holding Felina's ellbows together behind her back, Maxima said. "You can let go of her arms now, then she will lick your pussy. Isn't that right, bitch?" Maxima tugged up and down on Felina's nose ring, so it looked like Felina was enthusiastically nodding in agreement. "See! She is eager to lick more pussy." Maxima laughed and let go of the nose ring and pushed Felina towards Serena.
Behind Serena, the third bully was holding the legs of the crying and sobbing Fatty apart and pushing the bottle into her vagina. "Stop struggling, cow! Or the bottle might break. Then your cunt will be cut into ribbons by the shards."
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As Maxima's thighs constricted around Felina's head, the thief found herself trapped and suffocating between the powerful legs of the dark-skinned woman. The relentless surge of Maxima's orgasm filled Felina's mouth and nose, leaving her gasping for air. The sensation was overwhelming, both physically and mentally. Panic set in as Felina struggled to find a breath amidst the flood of bodily fluids, her senses dulled by the suffocating grip. Her face was drenched with the black woman’s sweat, mixed with her own.
Felina's mind raced with a mix of fear and humiliation. The helpless position she was in amplified the intensity of the moment, as she became acutely aware of her vulnerability and subjugation. The scent and taste of Maxima's arousal filled her senses, mixing with her own desperate need for air. She experienced a twisted blend of discomfort and asphyxiation.
Every second felt like an eternity as Felina fought against the primal instinct to struggle, torn between the agony of oxygen deprivation and the fear of being punished if she resisted. Her mind became a muddled haze of conflicting sensations and emotions, trapped in the torment of Maxima's climax.
When her bully finally released her, Felina collapsed onto the ground, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. She had hoped for a moment of respite, a chance to rest after the torment she had endured. But her hopes were dashed as Serena seized the opportunity to claim her turn.
The weight of powerlessness settled upon Felina as Maxima used her nose ring to force a nod, as if she had any say in the matter. With a mixture of resignation and dread, she understood that resistance was futile. Within moments, Serena positioned herself comfortably, her sweaty and unkempt mound hovering just inches from Felina's face.
The pungent odour of Serena's unwashed flesh filled Felina's nostrils, making her gag and cringe. But she had no choice. Reluctantly, she lowered herself into the depths of Serena's hairy snatch, her tongue tentatively exploring the damp folds. The taste was bitter, mingling with the salty tang of sweat, and the texture was coarse against her mouth.
Felina's mind raced with revulsion. She felt humiliated and objectified, reduced to nothing more than a tool for Serena's pleasure. As she obediently worked her tongue, every movement elicited a wave of miserable sensations, disgust, and submission. She was trapped in this degrading act, powerless to escape, as Serena reveled in the dominance she held over her.
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With Felina's resistance gone, Serena leaned back and proper up her hips to enjoy Felina tonguing her. "That's right, bitch! Eat my pussy!" She moaned, as she felt Felina's tongue ring against her folds.
Next to them, the third bully had stopped her rape of Fatty's vagina with the bottle. The strong woman was now also moaning, while she held Fatty's head between her legs.
But Felina got no chance to think about the other woman's fate, as she got the next humiliating instruction from Serena. "Go lower! I want to feel your tongue on my anus too."
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Felina's spirit descended into the abyss of complete submission as Serena arrogantly reclined, propping up her hips with an air of entitlement. The dominant tone in Serena's voice sent a thrill of power through Felina's captor, fueling her own arousal and dominance. Felina's thoughts became a blur, consumed by the overwhelming presence of Serena's commanding demands.
The shift in instruction jolted Felina from any fleeting hope of escape. The order to go lower, to explore Serena's most intimate recesses with her tongue, both horrified and disgusted her. The mere thought of tasting the foul tang of Serena's anus sent shivers of revulsion down Felina's spine. But she knew there was no choice. With a resigned sigh, she steeled herself for the repugnant act that awaited her.
With trembling hands, Felina positioned herself obediently, her tongue inching closer to Serena's backside. The taste that greeted her senses was a putrid mix of sweat, musk, and an underlying fetidness that made her gag. Every lick and touch was an assault on her senses, a reminder of the depths to which she had been forced. But she soldiered on, suppressing her disgust as she rimmed Serena, her tongue circling the repulsive entrance.
Felina's mind recoiled, but her body remained enslaved to Serena's desires. The journey into depravity had taken a new, unimaginable turn, and Felina had no choice but to endure the repugnant act, her dignity slipping further away with each revolting taste.
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"Maxima, look at that dirty cow. She is licking my asshole." Serena laughed.
Maxima, who had recovered from her orgasm, sat up to get a better view of Felina's action. She chuckled. "Damn, I should have made her clean out my ass too. Don't worry, bitch." She said to Felina." There will be plenty of opportunities, while we are imprisoned here." Maxima racked her finger nails over Felina's back and bottom, that was sticking up and was still covered with bruises and welts from the caning, she had received this afternoon.
While Felina brought Serena to her climax, which required her to use her tongue on Serena's pussy and ass and also her fingers after she was instructed by the dominant woman, how to use them in combination with her tongue, Maxima played with the chain and rings dangling from Felina's labia. "Some time, you have to tell us, how you got these." She said and rang the clit bell.
When Serena was satisfied, she slumped down. "Now, I will sleep well. Good night, Bitch!" Before Felina could crawl back to her place against the wall next to Fatty, who got back to her spot in the row of convicts, Felina got stopped by Maxima. "No, you sleep at my feet like a loyal dog. You are just missing your collar." Before Felina could react her hair was grabbed and her face was pressed on the ground. Maxima wound the chain, that connected her ankle to Serena's, twice around Felina's neck. "Now, be quite and don't move to much, you don't want to wake either of us in the middle of the night." Maxima said before laying down, her head resting against the barrack wall.
Felina's head was trapped by the tight chain around her neck, it did not restrict her airway, but deep breaths were also not possible. Also Felina's face were only centimeters from Maxima's and Serena's dirty feet. And during the night Felina would learn by being forced to stay two meters a way from the wooden wall, that her body was exposed to the cold wind, that blow down from the mountains.
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Felina closed her eyes, her heart heavy with weariness and resignation. The chain around her neck served as a constant reminder of her subservience, pressing uncomfortably against her skin. The proximity of Maxima's and Serena's feet, with their dirt-caked soles and pungent odor, intensified the discomfort she felt.
As she settled into an uneasy slumber, Felina's dreams were haunted by visions of captivity and degradation. The cold wind brushed against her exposed body, sending shivers through her weary frame. She longed for warmth and comfort, but all she found was the harsh reality of her predicament.
Each time she stirred in her sleep, the chain tugged at her neck, a stark reminder of her lack of freedom. The stench of Maxima's feet invaded her senses, mingling with the stale air of the barrack. It was a cruel irony that even in her sleep, Felina was tethered to her oppressors, unable to escape the relentless torment.
The night pressed on, an eternity of discomfort and despair. Felina's body craved rest, but her mind remained on high alert, acutely aware of the oppressive weight of her circumstances. As the hours passed, sleep became a fleeting respite, overshadowed by the harsh reality of her existence.
In this wretched state, Felina drifted between fitful sleep and fleeting moments of consciousness, her world reduced to the chain around her neck, the stench of Maxima's feet, and the chilling wind that whispered tales of her captivity. The night seemed endless, and as her body fought against the cold and discomfort.
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During the night, both Maxima and Serena in their sleep turned on their other sides a couple of times and every time Felina got choked by the tightened chain around her neck. One time, when Felina struggled to loosen the chain a bit to be able to breath more freely, she woke up Maxima, who jerked her foot in Felina's face as a response and sleepy mumbled for Felina to stop struggling, before the dark skinned woman drifted off to sleep again.
While Felina laid there in the cold night air with her mind having her relive some of the humiliations and degradation she had experiences in the days, since she had been task to infiltrate the Guild of Thieves by her former mentor Geoffrey, she heard calls of wild animals. The howl of wolves from far away and an owl that was hunting for small, nocturnal mammals. One time, she even thought that she heard the sound of a war horn being blown, reminding her of the time, when the orcs had attacked her village, raped her mother and murdered her father.
After long uncomfortable hours, the night ended with the first sun rays touching the tops of the mountains beyond the quarry. The labor camp awoke and the guards staggered out their building to wake up to convicts for a new day of hard labor. Next to Felina, Serena stirred when, she woke up, as were the other members of the chain gang. Serena pulled in her legs to sit up, completely forgotten that her ankle chain was wound around the thief's neck. As result Felina was choked worse than during the night, her airway crushed by the tightening chain around her neck, without that Serena was releasing it.
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Felina's eyes fluttered open, greeted by the grim sight of Maxima's calloused soles, encrusted with layers of dirt and grime. The putrid stench of the woman's feet invaded her nostrils, suffocating her senses. As she tried to raise her hand to alleviate the pressure of the chain around her neck, she winced in agony. The rough, rusty metal had relentlessly scraped against her delicate skin, already sore from the yoke, throughout the night, leaving behind raw, oozing wounds that mirrored the pain in her soul.
With a desperate gasp for air, Felina struggled against the suffocating grip of the chain. Each laboured breath was a reminder of her dehumanising bondage, a cruel reminder of the powerlessness that consumed her existence. The foetid odour of Maxima's unwashed feet mingled with another, even stronger stench, that of human faeces. That was when she realised that the tube in her rectum had deprived her from any control over her sphincter and that she had soiled herself during the night.
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Felina's struggle with the chain around her neck caused Serena to look at her. When the other woman released, what her movement had done, she grinned, moving her leg further away from Felina causing to tighten the chain around Felina's neck even more. "Don't you think I have forgotten that you broke my nose." Serena hissed looking directly into Felina's bulging eyes. Serena did not loosen the chain, when Felina was desperately fighting for air. Only when she saw she guards approach she relented and let Felina remove the chain around her neck. "This is not over yet." She told the thief.
When the guards were standing in front of the convicts, they noticed the smell. "Who of you filthy animals shit herself in the night?" On demanded. "Don't you know, you should not shit were you sleep. Now you get all punished."
They unlocked Maxima from the wall. Then they told them to stand up face the wall and bend over with their hand against the wall. Starting at Maxima the guard used his stick to give each woman several hard strokes across their butts. The three stronger woman gritted their teeth and only grunted, but Fatty screamed when the rid impacted on her skin earning her a extra stroke. Then the guard stepped behind Felina and seeing the end of the pipe sticking out of her anus, he commented. "We found the animal that shits where it sleeps. That earns you a few extra hits."
After the guard had placed a dozen fresh welts on Felina's ass, he said. "Should make you eat your one shit, until you learn not to defecate in the wrong place, but we are already running late." To everyone, he said. "Get a move on!" The guards escorted the chain gang to the unloading station at the top of the ramp into the quarry to fit the five women with their yokes.
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Felina's vision blurred with tears of pain and desperation as Serena tightened the chain around her neck, deliberately exacerbating her torment. The throbbing pressure cut off her air supply, leaving her gasping for precious oxygen. Panic surged through her veins, a desperate plea for survival echoing in her racing heartbeat. Her face contorted with agony as the chain around her neck tightened. Her eyes bulged with a mix of fear and pain, pleading for mercy that seemed distant and unattainable. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, mingling with the tears streaming down her cheeks, as the pressure around her throat intensified. Her lips quivered, desperately seeking air that grew more elusive with each passing second. The muscles in her jaw clenched, her teeth grinding together in a futile attempt to endure the excruciating ordeal. Every grimace etched on her face told a story of suffering, of the struggle to survive under the weight of Serena's sadistic power.
As Serena's vengeful gaze bore into her, Felina's mind raced, grappling with a mix of fear and determination. She despised the woman for her sadistic pleasure, for reminding her of the broken nose inflicted in a moment of desperate resistance. Yet, amidst the suffocating grip of the chain, a flicker of defiance burned within Felina's soul. She refused to allow Serena's malevolence to break her spirit completely.
Who knew how far Serena would have continued her revenge. Felina was saved by the guards’ arrival, only to face more humiliation and pain.
Felina's heart sank as she heard the cruel sound of the whip cracking against the flesh of her fellow prisoners. Each agonizing grunt and scream echoed in her ears, a haunting chorus of pain that filled her with dread. Her mind raced with a mixture of fear and anger, knowing that her turn was imminent. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, as she braced herself for the inevitable onslaught.
As the guard approached her, Felina's body tensed, her muscles trembling in anticipation. She turned her gaze towards the wall, trying to block out the horrifying sounds around her. The first strike landed on her buttocks, sending a searing wave of pain through her entire being. She bit down on her lip, refusing to give the satisfaction of a scream, but her eyes welled up with tears.
With each subsequent strike, Felina's resolve wavered. The sharp sting of the whip's impact brought forth a mix of anguish and humiliation. She fought to maintain her composure, to not let the torment break her spirit. But as the guard's words pierced through the air, mocking her, the weight of the injustice pressed heavily upon her. The pain etched on her face mingled with the anger in her eyes, a silent defiance against the dehumanising treatment.
Finally, they were all led, stiff-legged from the brutal whipping, to be fitted again in their yokes.
Once the women had their yokes on the shoulders, they joined the other chain gangs shuffling down the ramp. Maxima was in the lead and set the speed for the group. She was followed by Serena and the third woman, then came Fatty followed by Felina, who had still to walk on her toes, because otherwise the balls embedded in her soles would press painfully against her heel bone. Being at the end of the group meant, that if a guard was under the impression that chain gang was slacking, it was mostly Felina's ass or back that felt the whip of the guard.
Carrying up stones from the quarry was hard work and made even worse by the sun, when it started to reach the quarry. All women were sweating profusely, which started to attract small insects. Flies buzzed around their heads annoying the women, who could not use their hands, which were tied to the yokes, to swat them away. The flies were particularly attracted by the fetid smell coming from the pipe stuck in Felina's butthole. Felina could feel countless insects crawl over her body, whenever she stopped to be loaded or unloaded. At least when a whip landed on her skin, it also scared away the flies, before they returned a few seconds later.
Felina trudged along, the weight of the stones on her shoulders dragging her down with each step. The strain in her muscles grew unbearable, and the yoke dug into her skin, leaving angry red marks. She struggled to maintain her balance, her body aching from the relentless labour. Maxima set a punishing pace, and Felina had no choice but to match it, her tired legs trembling with exertion.
As the sun climbed higher in the sky, the heat intensified, making the already gruelling task even more unbearable. Beads of sweat rolled down Felina's grimy face, mixing with the dirt and grime that coated her body. The relentless heat seemed to taunt her, sapping what little energy remained within her weary frame.
To make matters worse, the swarming flies, attracted by the stench emanating from the pipe lodged in Felina's ass, tormented her relentlessly. They buzzed around her head, landing on her sweat-soaked skin, their incessant buzzing and biting adding to her torment. With her hands bound to the yoke, she was defenceless against their onslaught, unable to swat them away or find any respite from their persistent harassment.
But perhaps the most degrading of all was the lack of control over her own bodily functions. Felina's anal sphincter, forced by the invasive pipe, betrayed her at the most inconvenient moments. With each exertion, she felt the unwelcome release, the foul odour mingling with the stench of sweat and exertion. The humiliation of her predicament was palpable, her cheeks burning with shame as she carried out her forced labour, surrounded by the relentless flies.
Time seemed to pass only slowly, while the chain gang carried stone after stone up from the quarry. With the rising heat, the guards stayed in the shadows and let the women work alone, which resulted in work progressing a bit slower. Every hour or so, the convicts were permitted a few sips of water from a bucket. It wasn't the cleanest water, but the convicts didn't care and drank it greedily.
Finally when the sun was moving towards the horizon again, there was end of the grueling work in sight. The convicts were told to finish their last trip and their yokes were untied. While she was freed from the yoke, Felina saw that another chain gang was led towards the building, in which the guards stayed. "The guards will rape them all night long. Let's hope we never get selected." Fatty whispered to Felina, when she saw Felina looking in the direction of the group.
They five women were taken to their sleeping place outside the barrack. A few minutes after Maxima had been locked to the wall. A guard brought them their meal. A bucket full of kitchen waste. Moldy bread, rotton vegetables and a few bones with small pieces raw meat.
After a gruelling day of hard labour, the five women were finally relieved of their burdensome yokes. Exhausted and sore, they were led to their sleeping area outside the barrack. Felina, aware of the discomfort caused by the steel tube in her anus and afraid of being punished again in the morning, decided to remove it, now that her hands were free again.
She took a deep breath, and with a mixture of determination and disgust, she reached down with trembling fingers and carefully pulled on the protruding end of the tube. It was painful. The tube was shaped with a narrower, but still quite wide, neck in its middle part. It was slippery and it was hard to get a good grip on it.
As she was grimacing in her efforts to get rid of it, the guards brought the bucket with their food and put it down in front of Maxima.
Fatty, who saw that Felina, was struggling extracting the pipe from her ass alone, offered to help. But even with her help, it was a long and painful process. What ended up working, was Fatty sitting on Felina's back and simultaneously pulling and turning the pipe. Felina's asshole was free at last, but it gaped wide open after being stretched for more than a full day.
Fatty looked at the pipe and just could not not be amazed by its diameter. "Damn, how did they fit it in there in the first place."
"We can try it on you after dinner." Serena suggested and her two companions laughed. A worried Fatty quickly threw the pipe away, out of reach of anybody, who was chained to the wall.
Maxima and her two friends were leaning of the bucket with their dinner, picking out the most edible morsels and carelessly throwing the rest on the dusty ground. "You get to eat our leftovers." She said, when she saw Felina looking in her direction and threw a broken chicken bone at Felina's feet.
Fatty had lost some weight during the past two days, but her butt and thighs were still quite big. As she sat on Felina’s back, the poor girl was pinned into the ground, unable to move and breathing with difficulty. She reached between the redhead’s buttocks and tried to get a firm hold on the slippery ass-spreader and to twist and yank it out. Felina moaned and bucked as her anus was tormented, clawing the dust with her fingers and toes but unable to escape Fatty’s help. At last the nasty device was extracted and thrown away, followed by a noisy fart out of Felina’s wide-gaping hole.
The scene had amused the trio of bullies as they ate from the bucket. They were a bit disappointed that it had come to an end so fast. Serena, still feeling the pain in her broken nose, picked up a piece of meat from the bucket and dangled it in front of Fatty’s hungry eyes.
“If you manage to sit on that bitch’s face, you can eat that juicy morsel. And then you can eat from the bucket for as long as you manage to stay on her.”
Fatty, who had been about to get off Felina's back, sat back down, pinning Felina to the ground again. Another loud fart escape from Felina's overstretched, when her insides where compressed by the other woman's weight again, causing another round of laughter among the three woman round the bucket.
Fatty hesitated, she looked down at Felina under her, then back to the piece of meat that Serena was offering her. Fatty did not want to betray the other woman, who had done nothing to her. But she was also hungry, really hungry. Fatty had not eaten anything, except the leftovers of the others, since she had arrived. Her stomach growled.
That settled it. Fatty took some weight of Felina again. She would try it with a trick, hoping Felina had not heard Serena's offer. So, she told Felina. "Our ankle chain got twisted, you have to turn on your back, then I can crawl off you." If the other woman, rolled on her back, Fatty could then crawl forward like she was getting off the woman, except she would sit back down, when she was over the face. Fatty smiled. That was good plan, she thought. She licked her lips in anticipation of the piece of meat, that she would have earned soon.
With Fatty's weight pressing her down, Felina found herself in an uncomfortable position, trapped beneath the woman's ample posterior. Her mind was consumed with a mixture of humiliation and discomfort. Her own moans had prevented her from hearing Serena’s evil deal. Thus, as Fatty suggested that they needed to adjust their ankle chain, Felina's thoughts focused solely on complying with the request. Ignorant of Fatty's ulterior motive, she obediently rolled over onto her back, manoeuvring between the woman's hefty thighs.
Alas, as soon as she was on her back, Fatty slumped back down on her belly, crushing her against the ground. Rapidly, the fat woman crawled forward, sliding her sweaty butt up the redhead’s torso rather than lifting it up, thus keeping her continuously under the control of her weight.
“What are you doing?” Felina asked in her usual strange way of speaking, surprised and worried by Fatty’s aggressive behaviour.
Fatty did not reply until she was almost at over Felina's face, which only took a few seconds. Then she looked down at Felina and said. "I am sorry." Before she sat down on Felina's face.
Before Felina's vision was obstructed and her head was seemingly getting crushed by Fatty, Felina could see Serena grinning down on her and holding something towards Serena.
Fatty eagerly stuck the morsel in mouth and chewed it once before she swallowed it. "Well done, the stupid bitch had not idea, what was happening." Serena looked a the strands of red hair sticking out form under Fatty's broad hips. "Remember as long as you keep sitting on her, you can eat with us." Serena moved to the side to give Fatty access to the bucket.
When Fatty leaned forward to pick up a piece of hard bread, the pressure on Felina face was released by a fraction, but moments later it was back, pressing her nose ring again painfully into her septum.
Felina found herself ensnared beneath Fatty's formidable bulk. The heft of Fatty's body, pressing down upon her, served as a relentless reminder of her powerlessness in the face of this vile predicament. Felina's biceps were cruelly trapped under the woman's oppressive shin, rendering her limbs useless, while her face was subjected to the inescapable smothering of Fatty's unhygienic nether regions. The stench invaded Felina's nostrils, assaulting her senses with a putrid mix of body odour and filth. Her desperate attempts to break free were met with futility. The air around her was rife with a foetid odour, a noxious symphony of sweat, grime, and bodily secretions that assailed Felina's senses with a force that bordered on the unbearable. Every attempt to free herself was met with resistance.
Felina's vision was mostly obscured, her face buried deep between Fatty's fleshy thighs. In the rare moments when a sliver of light managed to penetrate the suffocating darkness, her focus was solely on the repulsive sight before her. Her eyes were greeted by the grotesque expanse of Fatty's unwashed crotch, a sight that sent waves of revulsion coursing through her. The dank folds and crevices, slick with sweat and grime, oozed a repulsive cocktail of putrid scents that assailed her senses and revealed a landscape of neglect and filth. The tangled jungle of unkempt pubic hair, matted and tangled like a macabre tapestry, concealed the true horrors that lurked within. Felina's horrified eyes bore witness to the grotesque theatre of infestation and infection, where pus-filled sores festered and wriggling creatures found refuge in the dark recesses of neglect.
Felina's desperate struggles for breath brought her nose and mouth into direct contact with the putrid folds of Fatty's crotch. The offensive scent invaded her nostrils, a pungent blend of sweat, urine, and unwashed flesh that made her gag. The dampness of Fatty's skin clung to her own, leaving a slimy residue on her lips and the taste of decay on her tongue. Each breath was a torment, as she fought against the suffocating presence of Fatty's intimate areas against her face.
In the rare moments when Fatty leaned forward to grab food from the bucket, Felina managed to steal a fleeting gulp of air, only to be plunged back into the depths of her torment. The reprieve was short-lived, as the weight settled upon her once more, smothering her with the nauseating combination of flesh and bodily fluids. Yet, those moments were fleeting, cruelly snatched away as Fatty settled back into her unrelenting throne of flesh, leaving Felina to drown in a sea of despair and disgust.
Felina summoned what little strength remained within her battered body, attempting to curl her legs up in a desperate bid for leverage. With her legs now drawn towards her chest, she extended her feet outward, aiming to seize Fatty's face with her feet and pull her backwards. The muscles strained, protesting against the immense effort, as Felina fought against the oppressive weight that threatened to consume her.
Fatty felt Felina struggle under her, but she ignored it and kept picking pieces of food from the bucket. She also felt the tug on her ankle form the chain, when Felina began to curl up her legs, though she thought it was the other woman's desperate struggle. Thus, she was surprise, when suddenly a foot came into her field of view from the side. "Hey, what..." Reflexively Fatty grabbed for the foot. Bringing up her arms was just the shift in center of gravity, that Felina needed, when she brought up her second foot to unbalance Fatty. The ankle chain was just long enough, that Felina could locked her feet in front of Fatty's face. When Felina pulled back and down, Fatty let out a surprise scream as she began to fall backwards. Her crotch slipped from Felina's face, but in her fall she buried the other woman under her. Felina's head was now sticking out between Fatty's thighs, while Fatty' ass was resting on Felina's chest. The three bullies laughed at the flailing arms of Fatty, as she tried to free herself from the grip of Felina's legs and sit back up on top of Felina.
Air wooshed out of Felina’s lung as the heavier woman flopped on top of her own body, pinning her down under the weight. At least she could breathe more freely now that her sweat-drenched face appeared, clamped between Fatty’s thick thighs. She kept the pressure of her heels against her opponent’s face while her left arm grabbed one fat thigh and her right one tried to push the heavy butt off, with all her meagre strength.
Fatty was already breathing heavily and sweating profusely. Also she was not a skilled fighter at all. She tried to push Felina's feet out of her face with her hands without any plan. And when that did not work, she opened her mouth to bite Felina in her foot.
On the other end, Felina's effort were paying off, as she slowly managed to push the thigh to the side, Fatty's ass began to slide from her chest.
Felina used all the strength in her legs to keep her feet pressed together on Fatty’s face while she pushed the heavy, sweaty buttock. She only needed to push it past the vertical and her opponent would flop on her belly. Alas, the heavy woman changed tactics and bit hard into Felina’s heel. Her teeth could not pierced the calloused skin but the pressure reached the nasty metal ball embedded in the calcaneus bone, sending a sliver of agony up the redhead’s leg. She immediately screamed and let go off the fat buttock while pulling her feet out of reach of her chainmate’s teeth.
Fatty spat, trying to get the dirt from Felina's feet of her tongue. With Felina's legs no longer holding her down, Fatty could use her arms to push her upper body of the ground. Coming to sit somewhat lobsided on Felina's chest. Fatty's breast were heaving, while she stared down at Felina's face between her legs.
From the side, Serena said. "Sit on her face again And you can eat more." She held out another piece of meat to Fatty.
Before she could attempt anything else, Felina saw her opponent’s big ass loom over her face and then crash down, trapping it again between its fat buttocks, her nose pressed into the meaty and stinking folds of the hairy vulva. Out of breath and unable to get more now, she lacked the energy to keep fighting. Her arms hugged Fatty’s thick thighs and tried to pry them apart to get some fresh air but she lacked strength.
Her weight working in her favor for once, Fatty managed to keep sitting on Felina's head, earning her the right to eat from the bucket again. Fatty's legs were just wide apart enough, for Felina to be able to occasionally suck some air in her burning lungs, although the air's smell was horrible making Felina's eyes water.
Felina at the edge of suffocating, her head still trapped under Fatty, that was how the guards found her, when they came to collect the bucket. "What's going on here? Are you fighting again?" The guards demanded, while Fatty, who had not seen them approach, hurriedly lifted her fat ass of Felina's face.
Felina’s struggles grew weaker and weaker as she tired quickly. Suddenly, she vaguely heard a male voice and immediately, Fatty lifted her butt from her face. Felina filled her burning lungs. Her face was covered in sweat and grime.
The second thing she did was to insult her aggressor.
“You are going to pay for that, you fat-assed bitch!”
"Fuck you, freak, you are too weak to do anything!" Fatty had enough of Felina's antics that had caused her only trouble since the arrival of the other woman.
"Stop that immediately!" The guard stepped between them, before any women could do more. He looked down at Felina. "You again! If you keep causing trouble, we might have to deal with you more permanently. We don't want troublemakers here. For now, we have to find something to deal with both of you appropriately."
Maxima and her friends were sitting against the wall, snickering while they watched the guard unlocking Fatty's ankle from the third woman and then telling Felina to get up. When Felina was on her feet, the guards gave her and Fatty a shove in the direction of the quarry. "Get moving!"
Felina suddenly saw the guards, who had been hidden behind Fatty’s body. She turned very pale, and even more so when she heard their words.. She knew what punishment meant and she was not ready to go through another such night of torture.
“Please, I’m sorry. I was not fighting! She attacked me!” she protested in her strange way of speaking, the big ring fumbling inside her mouth.
One of the guards backhanded Felina. "Shut up. You brought that on yourself. Keep moving!"
When they reached the crane, they were told to stop. The guards smirked at Felina. "You know what comes next. Bend over, so we can tie your pathetic, saggy tits." He chuckled, after slapping the saggy tits. If Felina was uncooperative, the guards would first tie her wrist high up on her back, secured to her hair and then tie her tits.
The rough rope was first looped around one then the other orb, before it was wound several times around both orbs at once. Finally the rope was pushed between the building tits and passed under one of the loops and pulled tightened, making Felina's tits bulge even more. The remaining one and half meter of rope was tied to one end of the beam hanging from the crane. Fatty's large breasts were tied similar, but her rope was tied to the other end of the beam.
Fatty's wrist were too tied together with a second rope, that was then pulled up and secured to her hair. By now the poor woman was crying.
"Okay, get ready." The guard at the winch said, before he started to crank the handle. The beam began to rise and the ropes around Felina's and Fatty's tit began to stretch and pull them upward.
Felina's heart sank as the guards approached, their sadistic grins casting a shadow of dread over her. The humiliation intensified as the guard mocked her, belittling her already sagging breasts with contemptuous slaps. She clenched her teeth, determined not to give them the satisfaction of seeing her break. But her defiance only seemed to fuel their cruel intentions.
As the rough rope encircled her breasts, Felina's body tensed with a mix of fear and revulsion. Each loop tightened around her tender flesh, the coarse fibres digging into her skin, leaving painful imprints. The sensation of her breasts being constricted, pressed together, and forced to bulge outward was a visceral reminder of her helplessness. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she fought to keep them from falling, refusing to give the guards that satisfaction.
Felina's breasts strained under the cruel grip of the ropes, their once-firm flesh now flattened and bulging in an unnatural manner. The bindings cut into her skin, leaving deep grooves and eliciting a sharp, throbbing pain that reverberated through her chest. As the winch steadily lifted her, Felina felt the agonising tension intensify, her toes leaving the ground as she hung suspended in mid-air.
Her body contorted, forced into a painful arch as her wrists were bound to her hair, tugging her head backwards. The strain in her neck and shoulders was unbearable, the muscles screaming in protest. Each movement, each breath, sent waves of torment through her body, the weight of her own breasts pulling and stretching the flesh further. The world around her blurred as tears filled her eyes, her vision clouded with a mixture of pain and despair.
In front of her, Fatty was still standing flat-footed on the ground. Being heavier than Felina was again an advantage in this dire situation. Felina, driven by sheer survival instincts, curled her legs up. Like a desperate vine clinging to a tree, she wrapped her legs around Fatty's ample waist, desperately seeking stability amidst the cruel suspension. Her muscles strained, trembling under the strain, as if hoping to find a sense of balance and temporary relief from the unbearable torment. In this macabre dance of pain, Felina clung to Fatty, her body finding a precarious sanctuary in the midst of their shared suffering.
"What are you... aaah!" Fatty screamed, when Felina clung to her with her legs around her waist and the weight of the thief was added to hers. The guard ratchet winch a few more times, so that Fatty's feet barely touched the ground, even though her breast had stretched considerable under the combined weight of both women. "Get off me!" Fatty screamed and began to shake her body as much as her bondage allowed. "She is bucking like a wild horse! It looks like they fucking!" The guards commented. "Look at her tits, they almost doubled in length.
Fatty was panicked, when she heard the last comment. In her desperation, she tried to somehow kick Felina, even if that meant to lift her legs and loosing precious support. But it was all futile, as Felina's legs were around her hips and Fatty could only kick empty air. But when she lowered her legs again, Fatty stood by accident on the chain that still connected her ankle to Felina's. When Fatty put more weight on the chain, Felina's foot was pulled down and the thief felt her grip slipping faster and faster.
With Fatty's forceful yank on the ankle chain, Felina's grip on her one remaining leg became precarious. She strained and struggled, desperately attempting to maintain her hold and keep herself from falling. But alas, her efforts were in vain. The relentless pull caused her right leg to slide down, inch by agonising inch, until it slipped from its feeble grasp. Felina's body lurched backward, propelled by the sudden loss of support, only to be abruptly halted by the cruel tether of her swollen breasts. The jolt sent waves of pain coursing through her tortured form, as her body swung, suspended by her own flesh.
She howled, blinded by the agony, unable to look down at her breasts even though she was certain they must have been torn from her ribcage.
Since Felina's toes only brushed against the ground without giving her any support, it was unlikely that her tits hand been ripped from her chest. However, it was equally unlikely that her tits would ever recover their former shape.
Fatty yelped, when also her tits got a painful yank, Felina's fall had been transmitted through the beam. "You...I hate....You ruined my tits." Fatty screeched. Now that Felina was hanging down in front of her, Fatty's kick actually connected with something. The overweight woman began to kick wildly, her own pain momentarily forgotten in her rage.
The guards found this all very amusing and even cheered her on.
Felina’s toes hardly brushed the ground, not giving her any purchase, while Fatty had one foot steadily planted in the dirt while she kicked with the other leg. Felina, still gasping from agony, could not do much to defend herself. Her opponent’s kick made her swing and spin as far as their ankle chain allowed. She could not look down and protect herself so that bruises accumulated on her thighs and shins. Each blow yanked on her breasts too, adding to her agony.
“Stoooop, please stoooop!” she begged, crying and sobbing.
Fatty was tiring quickly and her kicks became less frequent, also Felina jerking around hurt the breast of the other woman, so Fatty decide to stop kicking out for the moment. "Now, that you have both calmed down a bit, listen carefully!" A Guard said. "We will lift you higher and place two wooden blocks under your feet. You better not kick them, or you will hang from your tits for the rest of the night."
The winch was cranked again and first Felina was lifted off the ground then Fatty too. The guards placed the two blocks of wood, that had been sharpened into a spike on the too under each woman. The pair of blocks were placed about three feet apart, so the women had to spread their legs, if they wanted to support their weight on both spikes the same time.
After the guards had guided the women's feet on the spike, the suspension rope was lowered slightly, so the sharp spikes pressed harder into the sole of their feet.
Felina could not see anything of what they had arrayed under their bodies because her head was pulled backward by her hair and she was forced to look at the rope that hung her from the beam above them. She could only feel the sharp wooden spikes pressing into her soles. The position was painful and precarious. The way the timbers under her feet moved, she knew they had not been secured into the ground. They only stood up because she was resting some of her weight on it. If she lifted a foot, there was a good chance the log would fall.
At least, half of her weight was now lifted from her strangled breasts. They were no longer stretched upwards as painfully. However, as time passed, the wooden spikes ground into the flesh of her soles, the pain growing steadily.
- Balanced on top of sharpened wooden logs, three feet apart
- Wrists tied together and to her hair, up her back
- Left ankle chained to Fatty’s
- Suspended by her cruelly bound breasts
- Sore neck
- Ankle shackles
- Berry-sized metal balls embedded against her heel bones
- Three metal balls embedded deep under her buttocks, against her hip bones
- X branded on the back of her right hand
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
The guards watched for a few minutes, wondering if the women could stay balanced, but soon they left the women suffering alone in the dark night.
Fatty was moaning and whimpering nonstop. Also she did not seem to be able to stay balanced and she was constantly rebalancing herself to stay on top of the spikes. Her movement caused unpredictable tugs on Felina's tits, that kept her in turn on the verge of falling.
Felina's nightmarish ordeal reached new heights of torment as she found herself perched precariously atop the cruelly sharpened logs. Each sharp, pointy tip mercilessly dug into the tender soles of her feet, grinding against her flesh with unrelenting agony. The very ground beneath her became an instrument of torture, a constant reminder of her vulnerable state.
But it was not only the piercing pain in her feet that consumed Felina's senses. Half of her weight was cruelly suspended by her bound breasts, the ropes digging deeper into her tender flesh, constricting and compressing her already tortured orbs. The excruciating pressure intensified with every desperate struggle of Fatty, whose own suffering sent painful jolts reverberating through the taut rope that connected them. Whenever the chubby convict threatened to collapse, Felina felt herself pulled up and got scared to lose contact with her torturous foot rests. She pointed her feet down, trying her best to grab the pointy tips with her toes to keep the logs vertical. She realised that, should Fatty lose her own supports, Felina would be lifted off her own, sinking them both into an abyss of pain.
As night cloaked the scene in darkness, Felina's world was reduced to a macabre tableau of torment. Each agonising breath she took was a reminder of her dire predicament, the strain on her breasts accentuated by the lack of respite. The searing pain radiated through her entire being, intertwining with the seething anguish in her feet, creating a symphony of torment.
For seemingly hours, the woman tethered on the spikes under their feet. The passing of time only marked by the slow journey of the pale half moon, which had risen over nearest mountain, was illuminating the quarry in a low silvery light.
Fatty was whole body was trembling and the woman was at the end of her strength. Her legs were cramping and when she shifted her foot again, her leg spasmed. For a second, she managed to stay with her other foot the other log log. But then with a painfilled shriek as the spike dug deep into the foot, she lost her balance. Fatty fell only a few centimeters, before all slack in the breast rope was completely gone and she was slowed by Felina's weight on the other side.
Felina had been groaning and sobbing the whole night, her elongated breasts throbbing as though they both had a heart pounding in their midst. Her soles were bloody as she had tried to shift the wooden points against different spots in her efforts to escape the torture. There was now not a single piece of tender skin that was not raw from the relentless grinding and puncturing of the devious footrests. Yet the redhead fought with all her might to control her delicate balance, despite the agony, the darkness and the exhaustion.
Her breasts had been tormented pitilessly by Fatty’s squirms, which had only grown worse as time passed. The fat bitch seemed unable to keep still. Suddenly, Felina heard a gasp coming from her torture-mate, followed by a strong yank on her breast. Then there was the awful sound of a log falling and rolling on the ground. Her eyes grew wide in terror, knowing what was about to happen. There were fiercer yanking on her breasts as Fatty fought desperately to keep her balance.
Then gravity won.
Fatty dropped in the void, pulling her partner up by her strangled breasts. Felina’s feet tried to keep contact with the cruel points that had tormented her soles for hours. When she lost them and all her weight was transferred to her boobs, she howled, her legs flayed wildly, desperately looking for a support, as she was lifted higher.
Their noise must have alerted a guard patrol, because a few minutes after Fatty had fallen. Two guards carrying torches came to investigate. "Finally, they have fallen. Took them longer than expected. I owe the cook some coins now." One of the guards said. The second guard looked at the moaning women. "That seems hardly fair now with this one much heavier. Do you want some support?" He asked Felina.
Felina was squirming at the end of the cruel rope coiled around her boobs, terrified at the thought that her breasts might be torn from her chest. She heard the guards coming back with relief. She could not turn her head to look at them but she saw the light of their torches reflecting on the crane above her.
When they asked if she needed support, she quickly begged to get some.
The guard laughed at Felina's desperate pleas. One guard left only to return short after. Then Felina felt some thick and hard press against the entrance of her sex. The guard had retrieved a thick pole and trying to push it into her. With the help of the second guard, the flat end the pool was pushed into Felina's vagina. It went deeper, when the guards wedge the other end of the thick pool against the ground directly under Felina. Felina's weight slowly forced her down onto the pole. Felina now had the choice of whether she would get impaled by the pole or getting her breast stretched by the overhead rope.
From the corner of her eyes, Felina saw the guard come back, carrying a long pole, a square 3' x 3' piece of wood. It looked like a piece of construction wood, thick enough to carry her weight if she was allowed to stand on it. Alas, she soon realised it was not the kind of support he had in mind as he tried to push the square, flat end into her sore vagina. The size and the shape of the crude object did not make it easy and she yelped in agony.
Finally they managed to push it in and then deeper, the four splintery edges, stretching her hole until the flat end reached her cervix. By that time, they had brought the pole into a vertical position, and wedged its other end into the ground.
A new torture was beginning to hit her as more of her weight began to weigh on her cervix. She tried to grab the pole with her soles, her toes, to push herself up. The wood was mostly smooth though, except for splinters along its square edges. It was difficult to get a hold, and when she did, it was painful. Yet, it allowed her to bring some relief to her strangled breasts and empaled vagina. A new predicament began for the poor girl as she fought against gravity with all remaining strength.
- Vagina impaled on a square 3x3 wooden pole
- Wrists tied together and to her hair, up her back
- Left ankle chained to Fatty’s
- Suspended by her cruelly bound breasts
- Sore neck
- Ankle shackles
- Berry-sized metal balls embedded against her heel bones
- Three metal balls embedded deep under her buttocks, against her hip bones
- X branded on the back of her right hand
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
Satisfied that the pole was firmly lodged into Felina, the guards turned to Fatty, who was standing on the uneven ground. Her breasts still tied to the other end of the beam and her ankle connected to Felina's. A guard unlocked the shackle from Felina's ankle and reattached it to Fatty's other ankle, while another man freed Fatty's tormented tits from the ropes connected to the beam. This removed some of pull on Felina's ballooned orbs and added more of her weight was on the pole.
The guard did not care about the sound their red haired prisoner made as gravity continued to torture her. They took Fatty by the arms and dragged her up the quarry towards the barracks promising her to have all kinds of depraved activities with her.
While Felina used her last reserves to keep getting further impaled on the 3x3 pole. It was beginning to slowly tilt side ways. Once the pull on her mangled breast increased again, Felina would be able to realize something was wrong, but it was too late the pole kept leaning side ways. Until it was Felina on top of it, that stop it from falling over, as the ropes from her breast to the beam were pulled tight. As the movement of the pole had been sideways, Felina's body got twisted around the pole inside her by the pull on the breast rope. The splintery edge scratching inside her vagina.
Felina's upper body ended up at an 30 degree angle due to the tilted pole, leaning backwards as the breast, that had long turned purple, were being pulled upwards. If Felina would have been able to look past her distended tits, she would have been able to see the square shape bulge in her lower belly, caused by the 3x3 pole pressing up from inside her at an odd angle.
Oblivious to what happened around her, Felina kept struggling against gravity, her legs and feet grabbing and sliding against the pole as she desperately tried to save her breasts and cervix from further torture. Of course, this was a battle she could not win. Her sweaty, splintered soles and toes could not find a good purchase on the wood and she kept falling back stabbing her womb and stretching her strangled boobs further.
As the pole began to tilt, her situation grew even more desperate as the wood was now grinding against the front of her vagina, stretching the skin of her belly in an ugly and painful way while providing with even less of a hold to lift herself.
When sky brightened in the east announcing the beginning of a new day, Felina was hanging limply impaled on top of the tilted pole. Her exhausted legs hanging down next to the pole. Her chest hurting with each breath, and her arms had gone numb from their strict biding.
It was a while longer before the guard came to free Felina. They simply cut the ropes that were connected to her breast. The 3x3 pole began to tilt again, faster and faster until it crashed on the stone ground with Felina still impaled. Felina's pain filled scream scared some crows on a tree near the edge of the quarry. A guard wanted to pull the pole out of Felina's pussy, but he dragged the thief with the pole. Another took hold of Felina's swollen breast, only then the pole started to come out. But there were so many splinters inside and the pressure overnight had created such a strong vacuum that Felina's vagina was pulled out into a prolapse. The guard looked at the messy confused for a moment, then used his boot to push the blob of red meat back inside.
Felina was rolled on her tortured breast and her arms were momentarily freed to straighten them out to tie them to a stone carrying yoke. Then Felina was ordered to get to her feet and join her chain gang. The guards used his crop to persuade the woman to move.
Felina’s struggles slowed down as exhaustion and pain took their toll on her stamina. From time to time, she tried to lift her legs to try again, her toes curled around the 3x3 but could not grip it anymore. Her legs felt so heavy. Every movement caused so much pain. In her position, the pole hardly supported any of her weight. It was only stretching and twisting her vagina while her strangled breasts took all the pain. Her boobs got stretched even further while their throbbing flesh was pressured to the verge of explosion.
Agony was such that she could not sleep of course. She moaned weakly in the night, suffering but unable to change anything, not even to escape from the torture through sleep or torpor. When the first rays of the sun shone on her battered, sweat-covered skin, she hardly moved.
The guards came to release her. She just fell in a heap on the gravel ground, her deformed breasts protruding on each side of her raggedly panting torso. She did not react when they put the heavy yoke around her neck and wrists, letting them move her limbs as though she were a broken puppet.
Delirious, she barely realised it was time to go toiling again up and down the carry. They flailed her butt and back, while ordering her to stand up. Her legs moved, her toes scratched the dirt but she could not do much more. One of the guards grabbed her hair and yanked her up to her knees. She remained in that position, wobbling, blinking in the morning sun… and crashed back down, too weak and exhausted to keep even that position.
- Heavy yoke around her neck and wrists
- Butt and back flailed
- Ankle shackles
- Berry-sized metal balls embedded against her heel bones
- Three metal balls embedded deep under her buttocks, against her hip bones
- X branded on the back of her right hand
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
"This one is done for!" A guard said, as Felina flopped to the ground barely conscious. The guards let her lying there and went to the four members of Felina's chain gang, who were waiting neer the uploading station. The four woman were handed shovels and told them to dig a hole close to where they were standing.
The four women had to dig for about an hour before the guard were satisfied with its dimenson. They didn't bother to get Felina nothing on her own, instead two of them grabbed the end of the yoke and dragged her to the hole.
There hole was rectangular with a significantly deeper section in the middle. The on other side of the middle part that was almost four feet deep deep, the side were maybe only one feet deep. Felina was pushed feet first in the deeper hole, her outstretched arms on the yoke were rotated, so that they fit into the less deep holes. Then the guards began to fill the hole around Felina's body. Using their boots every once in a while to compact the earth around Felina. When they were finished only the head of the thief remained visible. Felina's chin was almost flush with the ground.
"Nice plant, we have here. I think it needs some water to grow." One guard joked and opened his pants to pee on Felina's face. Another man follow his example.
Felina remained on the ground, immobile, as flies crawled over her filthy skin. She vaguely heard the sounds and curses made by her chain-gang mates but mostly she was trying to sleep, now that she was not too much in a painful position. By turning her head to one side, she could avoid strangling her windpipe against the yoke. She was so exhausted that slept for most of the time it took for her companions to dig the hole.
She only woke up when she got dragged to it. Her legs were placed in the deepest part, folded and pressed together in a kneeling position. Earth and gravel was shovelled into the hole until her thighs had been totally covered. Then her yoke was put in place and more earth packed around her torso until it was flush with the yoke. At that point, one guard grabbed her hair and pulled up, his boots standing on the yoke next to her ears. Meanwhile, the convicts shovelled more earth to bury the yoke itself and her hands. Everything was compressed and packed until only her head could be seen from the jawline up.
Felina was totally immobilised by the weight of the earth. Her neck was stretched and she could not turn her head without scratching her chin. They had oriented the hole so that she was facing south and the sun was now beating on her face from the left. She was still so tired that she did not even try to move. She just closed her eyes and attempted to fall back to sleep.
She was immediately awoken by a crossfire of pungent pee that splashed over her face and into her hair. Surprised, she opened her eyes only to have the guards converge their streams into them. She was so thirsty that she opened her mouth, trying to catch some of the urine while licking as much as she could from what ran down her face. She heard laughs all around her but she did not care. She was too thirsty. Her lips and mouth were parched and even the strong-scenting liquid felt good and reviving.
- Buried up to the jawline in a kneeling position
- Heavy yoke around her neck and wrists
- Butt and back flailed
- Ankle shackles
- Berry-sized metal balls embedded against her heel bones
- Three metal balls embedded deep under her buttocks, against her hip bones
- X branded on the back of her right hand
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
The guard laughed as they saw Felina open her mouth and trying to gulp down as much of the pee as she could. They did however aim for her mouth. Far to soon their bladders were empty. But Felina didn't have to worry as the guards ordered the four convicts forward. The women's aim was less controled and most of the urine splattered on Felina's face or into her hair and dripped down unused, soaking the earth around her head.
Once the women were finished, they were sent to work in the quarry. Also the guards had enough of Felina for the moment and let her be for now. The rising sun was baking her face and flies started to gather around her head attracted by the stench. Felina could shake her head to get some momentary releave from the crawling insects.
That was until a guard saw her doing it. He placed three stakes in the ground around her head. Two behind her to which he tied her ugly earrings with twine and one in front of her that he tied her tongue ring to, immobilizing the last part of her body.
The flies quickly learned that there was no more threat to them and began to crawl over Felina's face. The only got disturbed occasionally when a guard or a chain gang came to pee on her head. With her tongue pulled out drinking was much harder.
The convicts’ urine was much more concentrated and pungent. The women squatted over Felina’s head, bringing their stinking, hairy pussies very close to her face. The stench was nasty but despite her disgust, the redhead still tried to collect as much of the foul liquid as she could, suspecting that it would be the only type of moisture she would get. Her face was covered in it and she did her best to gather the moisture with her tongue. As it was weighed down by the huge ring, it was not so easy. The tongue ring often clanged against her nose ring.
When Maxima’s turn came, the tall black convict made sure to pee only on top of Felina’s matted hair and then she rubbed her fat, wet, pink labia all over her victim’s nose, as if to mark her with her scent.
At last she was left alone and she tried to sleep again. However, countless flies were attracted by the stench and the moisture. They swarmed around her head and crawled on her face. Felina tried to ignore them but as more of the pesky insects landed on her face, gathering around her nostrils and eyes, they became too hard to ignore and she had to chase them by shaking her face. Having gaining some relief, she fell back again into sleep.
It worked a couple of times until a guard noticed her. The cruelty he fixed her with left her even more miserable. Her tongue was stretched far out of her mouth by her tongue ring and her ears forced her head backwards, the back of her skull resting against the ground. As such, her face was angled towards the sun and she could not longer completely close her mouth.
Worse, she could no longer move her head without torturing her tongue. The flies came back and now nothing could scare them. Felina tried to blow air, to scream, to blink… but the dipters soon learned that no danger came out of this. As a result, they packed even denser over her face, even crawling on her tongue and inside her mouth. The sight was disgusting and the feeling was horrible as she could not ignore the constant tickling of hundreds of legs.
Felina welcomed the moment a new gang reached her position, hoping they would come to relieve their bladders. That chased the flies for a moment and brought her some moisture. She preferred it when it was a male team as those were better at aiming their pee down her mouth while females were just good at showering her with their pee.
- Tongue tied and stretched out.
- Ears tied and stretched backwards and to the sides.
- Buried up to the jawline in a kneeling position
- Heavy yoke around her neck and wrists
- Butt and back flailed
- Ankle shackles
- Berry-sized metal balls embedded against her heel bones
- Three metal balls embedded deep under her buttocks, against her hip bones
- X branded on the back of her right hand
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
The day seemed to last forever. Felina's vision was getting blurred as her eyes started to dry, as the flies sucked her tears right up. Finally, all chain gangs were returning from the quarry, most of them stopping by Felina on their way to the barracks.
It was a bit later, when a guard came to feed her. The man was carrying a bucket and a cup. "The boys gather this for your last supper." The guard smirked and knelt next to Felina. He released her tongue ring from the stake and began to pour the cum, that had been collected in the cup, carefully and slowy into her mouth. "Keep swallow, that's a good girl!" He held the cup in front of her to lick it out.
Afterwards he freed her ears too, allowing Felina to lift her head, which she barely managed on her stiff neck. Then he turned the bucket over her head, the kitchen garbage falling on her head. But not only was the guard emptying the bucket over her head, he was acttually putting it over her head, plunging her into faul smelling darkness.
There was a heavy thud as the gaurd placed a heavy stone on the bucket to stop it from accidentally begin knocked over. There were some knocks on the bucket and something muffled that sounded like: Good night
It was a very long day. Or it would have been, had Felina not spent most of it sleeping. Her exhaustion was such that after some time she forgot about the flies, about the cramps, about the heat. She just slept, barely awoken when warm pee splashed across her face. She swallowed as much urine as she could and fell back into her dreamless stupor, her young body recovering energy. Among all the horrors she had gone through lately, it was the one that felt the most as merciful rest.
When the sun began to set, the chain gangs were coming back for the night and stopped by her to relieve their urges. For half an hour, she was showered with enough urine that she began to get disgusted by it again. The flies had been chased by the constant animation and did not come back as the night was approaching. The sleep and the moisture had revived Felina’s strength and her stomach began to groan from hunger.
Thus, when the guard came back with his cup of cum, she almost welcomed him. The semen was thick and strong. It was warm too, with a few flies floating in the mix. Unknown to her, the cup had been in the men’s latrines since the morning so that all the guards had ejaculated in it several times during the day. As a result, its taste and smell was very powerful. Anybody would have been disgusted by the nasty gooey but Felina was past that state. She had swallowed so much filth in the past weeks and she was so hungry that she welcomed the food. She eagerly swallowed every spoonful she was fed and liked as much as she could from the cup, even though the tongue ring prevented her from reaching the bottom of the vessel.
A garbage bucket was put on her head, isolating her from the surroundings but also bringing her more food, in the form of mouldy vegetable peelings, rotten fruits and meatless bones. She hunted every disgusting morsel she could reach and swallowed it despite the atrocious taste.
Rested, fed and hydrated, she was now able to think better about her situation. Something the guard had said had rung an alarm bell in her mind: “your last supper”. What did that mean? Probably that she would be killed in a way or another, or just left here to starve. That meant it was also her last night, her last chance to escape from this deadly place. Having recovered some stamina, she felt better prepared to make another evasion attempt.
Holding her breath, she listened intently. The bucket blurred the sounds a bit but it seemed as though the camp had gone quiet for the night. There was no more light to be seen under the rim of the bucket. She decided to make an attempt. She tried to lift herself. Alas, the weight of earth on top of her thighs and around her torso, and on top of the yoke meant she could not do it. Not in that prone position that gave her no purchase. This was frustrating because, beside the yoke, she had never been so free for a long time.
She began to move her hands, trying to dig the earth around them and throw it away. If only she could get rid of some of the weight on he yoke, she might start moving it and maybe lift it off the ground?
- Filthy bucket turned over her head
- Buried up to the jawline in a kneeling position
- Heavy yoke around her neck and wrists
- Butt and back flailed
- Ankle shackles
- Berry-sized metal balls embedded against her heel bones
- Three metal balls embedded deep under her buttocks, against her hip bones
- X branded on the back of her right hand
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
There was actually not to much earth on top of her hands. After wiggling her fingers, Feline felt the earth beginning to mouth. Her right fingers were the first that broke through the surface. The finger of her left hand managed it a few minutes later. Slowly she began to push away from the earth around her hands. Her progress was slow very slow, as in the beginning she could barely move her hands, also it was an awkward tasked and she need to rest her cramping fingers from time to time.
Suddenly she heard steps approach and she stop her efforts, not daring to move her fingers, maybe as dirt as they were they would not be spotted in the darkness. The stone was pushed from the top of the bucket and the bucket itself was tipped over. A grinning guards was starring down at her. "Ugh." He used his boot to clear most of the filth away from around her head. "You dirty whore, would you like to suck one last cock?" He asked while exposing his big veiny cock. He knelt down, grabbed Felina's nose grin and pulled her head back as far as possible. His other hand he used to guide the head of his penis into Felina's mouth. Once in position, he began to pump his shaft in and out of her throat. Basically lying on top of her head put the man in the perfect position to fuck Felina's throat mercilessly. That the thief was spluttering and coughing up mucus and saliva, as she was trying to get some air into her lungs, did not stop him from drilling into her.
Felina felt him cum into her throat and the meat snake softened, allowing her to draw some air past it. But the man did not pull out. Had he fallen asleep on top of her? No, Felina felt something warm in her throat. The man was peeing. Felina would have to swallow quickly or she would drown in piss!
The volume that was released directly in to her throat seemed endless. And Felina's stomach was getting full, when the man was finally done and pulled out. He pulled up his pants, picked up the bucket and placed it back over Felina's head. "That ugly face nobody wants to see!" With a thud the heavy stone weight the bucket down, then steps were leaving. T
The guard hadn't discovered Felina's attempt of freeing herself. After catching her breath, she could continue to free herself. Her progress was still slow. For hours she picked up handful of dirt and threw them way. She had finally freed enough to reach the rope around her wrist, she could hear some birds announcing the next day. Frantically she tugged on the rope to free her wrist, her time was running out.
Unable to move even her head, Felina’s oral rape was one of the worst she had ever suffered. She was totally helpless, she could not control anything and was constantly on the verge of asphyxia. Her face was engulfed into the man’s potbelly while her throat was brutally rammed with the added momentum of gravity. When he stopped moving on top of her, she could not do anything to breathe, her head compressed between the man’s weight and the unyielding ground. She could feel his cock getting softer but that did not allowed her to take any respiration as her entire face was pressed against his fat flesh. When he began to pee straight into her throat, the anguish reached another level, adding the fear of drowning to that of asphyxia. When at last he rolled from her with a grunt, she took several ragged breaths, feeling nauseous. Her throat hurt from the abuse.
“Your last cock”, he had said. That sounded like a promise and a threat! At least he had not seen her attempts at escaping. As for her, during the short time the bucket had been off her head and she had not been sandwiched under the fat guard, she had seen how little progress she had made. No surprise he had not noticed anything!
As soon as she heard the door closed behind her rapist, she continued her digging, trying to work faster. She began to move her arms back and forth and sidewards, jerking the yoke, trying to lift it. At first, the movements were tiny but every grain of dirt that fell from the top landed under the wooden boards. For once, gravity was helping her. She continued to shake the heavy piece of wood, twisting, tilting, lifting, shaking it. Progressively, she felt the weight of the earth on top of it was getting lighter. The dirt that had been packed on top of it was now under it and that also relieved the stretching of her neck.
Suddenly, she was able to move the yoke in a wider arc. She could not see it because of the inverted bucket on her head but almost all the earth had been evacuated from the top of the restraint. She could now move it back and forth almost with ease. She switched her efforts to trying to lift her butt from her haunches. Again, with every attempt, she felt some dirt falling under her buttocks, preventing her from going all the way back down. With enough patience, she would be able to kneel up. She rolled her shoulders, flapped her arms, wiggled her hips, panting heavily under the bucket.
It did take several tries, for which she used all her strength to push up. But more and more dirt began to move around her torso. During the forth try she hit against the bottom of the bucket over head. Adding the weight of the stone against her. Her breath sounded extremely loud in her ears inside the bucket, while she continued to strain.
The stone was not perfectly placed in the center and it began to move each time, Felina hit her head against the bucket, until it finally fell off. A bit more wiggling and Felina had freed her shoulders enough that she could lean forward and get the bucket of her head. Finally she could take a breath of fresh air, as she was blended by the first sun light. Blinking against the light, Felina saw the grinning face of a handful of guards, who had watched the last steps of her escape attempt. She had so preoccupied with her efforts that she had not heard them approach.
The thief had taken to long to free herself and was now at the mercy of the cruel men.
Felina blinked in the bright rising sun, her eyes going from one snarling guard to the next, unable at first to understand what was going on. There she was, buried in the dirt with just the top of her deformed breasts emerging from the earth, her neck and wrists locked in the heavy yoke, her ringed tongue dangling from her mouth and drooling.
“Pleaje!!!! I can work thooday!” she lisped. She flexed her biceps to show them that she had recovered most of her stamina.
Felina's plea was completely ignored, as the man approached. "Ugh, it stinks. Look at her hair, what a filthy mess!" And indeed, Felina' once beautiful red mane was clumped together in thick strands that where sticking to her head. It had been soaked in urine for over a day and that a garbage been emptied over it had also not help. The one of the man got a bucket of water and splashed it over Felina's head. But it didn't really help. So a guard got shears and began to ruthlessly cut away the mess. "Hold still or I might get accidentally an ear." He warned Felina. Strand after filthy strand began to pile up in front of Felina.
He was done, the man stroked over the uneven stubble that were left. "Much better! Let's burn that mess!" Another guard set fire to the pile of cut hair. That slowly burned producing foul smelling smoke that wafted into Felina's face, who was still trapped from her chest down in the earth.
The guard had added some small sticks to burn the hair, one such stick was now picked up by a guard. The man approached Felina and began to burn off the remaining stubble of hair on her head. The short red hairs curled and then disappeared in puffs of smoke.
Felina froze as the cold water was poured over her head but in fact it felt good to have some of the filth washed away. She also drank as much of the water. She had not had access to such clean water in a long time and it tasted so good on her parched tongue.
Then she saw a guard squat by her side holding cleaves. When she realised he was about to cut her hair, she turned frantic.
“No! NO! NOOOOO! Not my hair!!!!” she begged and pleaded as he began to cut through her tangled locks, dropping them in a messy heap just in front of her. She looked at the growing pile in horror, tears coming to her eyes as she realised her fiery mane was destroyed for a long time. All along she kept begging him to stop.
He was working fast though and soon her skull was almost bare, with tufts of hair pointing in all directions. Her hair had been an ugly mess but now that it was gone, with her face pierced with such ugly, big rings, she no longer looked human.
To add to her misery, he burned what was left of her glorious mane just in front of her. As she cried and blinked in the foul smoke, he began to burn what was left of her hair on her scalp, burning it and blistering her skin at the same time. She wondered if the burns would allow her hair to grow back.
- Shaved head
- Buried up to the clavicles
- Heavy yoke around her neck and wrists
- Butt and back flailed
- Ankle shackles
- Berry-sized metal balls embedded against her heel bones
- Three metal balls embedded deep under her buttocks, against her hip bones
- X branded on the back of her right hand
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
"Let's get her out of that hole, so we can make an example out of her for the other prisoner what happens, when they do not work."
In the end there were four men need to pull on the yoke to free Felina from the grip of the earth. The captive was then lead to a the top of a small hill at the side of the quarry that was in good view from the ramp and the barracks. Felina was pushed to the ground on her back. Then one guard began cruelly encircle the base of her distorted breasts with barbed wire, the thorns piercing her skin. He used pliers to twist the wire extra tight. There was still some length of wire left on either side, when Felina was turned on her stomach and her ballooning breast. She had arms freed from the yoke only to have them twisted straight up and she felt another barbed wire begin looped around her upper arms just above the elbows. Then the air was driven out of her lungs as heavy beam was placed a cross her back. It scrapped against her back as it was pushed up against her arm. Her arms were then pulled over the beam and the free ends of the barbed wire was twisted as tightly as possible around her wrist with the help of the pliers. The rough beam was now trapped between Felina's arms and her back.
Next her legs were pulled apart and someone knelt between the and looped twine trough the rings in her labia and around her thighs, resulting in her sex being held wide open.
"Let me fuck her ass before next step." One guard requested and the other laughed and made space for the man, who pulled Felina's ass cheeks apart and forced in his cock into her anal passage. "Damn, is this slut's ass loose. I bet she can take the entire horn, from the beginning." The man said between grunts, while he pumped into Felina.
The anal rape was rather short and the man pulled out his spunk covered penis. "Now she is lubed up for the next step." If Felina turned her head to the side, she would be able to see what a waited her next. Two guard were bringing another beam, who had in the upper third the horn of some kind of animal mounted. The horn was curving upwards and it looked like flattened balls had been had been stacked to form a horn. The top was maybe half an inch wide, at the base it was more than four inches wide. Felina could see and feel the guard moving beam into position behind her.
The tip of the horn was aligned with the cum leaking opening of her sphincter. The first to balls of the horn went in relatively easily. "We need at least two more for the beam to be close enough to crossbeam." A guard said and Felina felt the pressure on her ass increase as the beam was pushed higher up her back and two more balls of the horn were forced in her back passage. The second almost three inches wide. Once it was in her sphincter got to relax a bit as the grove between this ball and the next even larger one was only two and a half inches wide.
A guard carrying a large hammer and a very big nail approached her bald head. He placed the nail behind her head and between her arms against the side of the cross beam opposite were the base beam was being pushed against. Then he swung his hammer to against the head of nail. Felina felt the whoosh of air at the back of the bald head. Any mistake by the guard an her her would hit her head in stead of the nail. Felina felt the impact jerk on her arms, bound wrist and breasts, and also transmitted to the horn in her ass. The guard needed several swings to drive the nail through the cross beam and into the top of the base pole.
Once the two parts of the cross, well more a T, were connected, it was time to bring it in a upright position. Feline felt the pressure on her tits ease and begin transfer to her arms, as the guard lifted the cross beam. Slowly they brought the cross in a vertical position. Once it was vertical Felina's weight was taken by her upper arms, that were pulled across the top of the cross beam and the horn that was pressing up her ass.
Felina swayed back and forth as the guards move the cross to a prepared square hole to receive the base of the cross. Once the base was over the hole they let the cross drop. The sudden stop after the one and half foot drop as it the bottom of the hole, caused the horn to be driven one ball deeper into Felina, and the wire dug deep deeper into her breast and wrist, while her inside of her upper arms banged against the crossbar to stop her momentum.
Felina's feet were dangling half a meter above the ground. That changed when as a final step a guard tied twines around her her big toes and the other ends around the her thumbs. Her legs were now folded at the knees with her feet roughly held at the height of her buttocks and on each side of the vertical base beam.
All along the way that led to the top of the hill, Felina wondered what was in store for her. At first, as they forced her to walk carrying the yoke, she hoped they were bringing her to some work station but as they climbed the hill, it became obvious there was nothing to do there. She tried to ask questions, to beg the guards but every attempt was punished with a slash to her back or butt and she soon renounced, concentrating on putting her bare feet where the pebbles were not too sharp. With each step, her stretched, elongated, deformed, saggy breasts slapped against her belly, the nipple rings glistening in the sun. Her clitoris bell rang merrily all along the way, in a stark contrast to her desperate mood.
She was panting as they reached the hilltop but wasn’t given any time to rest. She was pushed to her back and one guard sat on her belly. The weight of the yoke was enough to pin her down, utterly helpless. They coiled barbed wires around her elongated breasts in the most horrible way. Her boobs had been flattened by all the torture they had gone through. By wrapping wire around their bases, very tightly, they were turned into strange, prickly mushrooms, whose stems started upright from her emaciated torso to sag sidewards, finishing in taut globes of purple flesh. They swayed back and forth in rhythm with her moans of agony. Felina could barely see them as the yoke blocked her sight downwards but she could feel the pain throbbing in the trapped, ballooning flesh, as though a heart was pounding in each tortured meatball. For the entire time it took the guard to coil the cruel barbed wire around her udders she screamed and cried and begged. To no avail.
Once that atrocious job was done, she was turned on her belly so that her tortured breasts got trapped under her weight and forced to spread to her sides. The barbaric torture continued as her elbows were pressed together and bound with more barbed wire. A heavy timber was forced up her back and her arms twisted over it. Her forearms were separated and her wrists pulled towards her breasts, where they were linked to them by the barbed wire, ensuring she could not move her arms without torturing her breasts and trapping the beam between her arms and her back.
Her arms were already in agony, strangled and pierced around the elbows. She was then brutally fucked in the ass by a guard, his thrusts grinding her front and breasts against the gravels. Something else was forced into her sore anus, something bigger and harder and she yelped loudly as it was pushed deeper and deeper. Something very heavy was now resting against her back, along with the beam. She struggled to visualise what they were preparing for her. The hammer crashing against the wood just behind her head filled her with dread and partly deafened her.
Only then did she understand what they had been up to, when they pulled her T-cross vertically. Her weight shifted until it was partly resting on her arms and anus, her legs dangling. As they hammered wedges around the base of the stipe, she tried to lift her weight with her feet, clamping the vertical beam between her soles and pushing herself up. This was quickly made impossible as they dragged her feet backwards, then upwards, and tied her big toes to her thumbs with short string that strangled the four bony appendices.
This left her almost totally immobile, unable to relieve her pain, breathing with difficulty as her rib cage was stretched and arched and her belly sucked in. Her ribs seemed about to pierce her dirty skin. Her folded legs were slightly parted, displaying obscenely her vulva, whose labia had been tied to her thighs by their rings so that her sex opened like a flesh butterfly. Her face grimaced in agony, sweats forming rivulets down her face and torso.
“Pleaje!!!! I beg you!!!! I’ll be good!!!!” she moaned, her tongue dangling on her chin and making her words difficult to understand.
- Breasts coiled with barbed wire
- Labia tied to her thighs
- Hanging from a cross beam by her elbows
- Elbows barbedwired together
- Wrists barbedwired to her breasts, one on each side of her torso
- Toes and thumbs tied together with twine, forcing her legs backwards and upwards.
- Butt and back flailed
- Ankle shackles
- Berry-sized metal balls embedded against her heel bones
- Three metal balls embedded deep under her buttocks, against her hip bones
- X branded on the back of her right hand
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
"You had your chance." The guards turned away from Felina and walked back to the camp to set the other convicts to work.
The T-cross had been erected, on the north side of the quarry, and as Felina was looking over the quarry, she was facing the south. Soon the rising sun was warming up her body.
Felina could see the chain gang slowly moving as they carried stones up the ramp. Occasionally, she could her the crack of a whip. Suddenly she heard a new sound, from behind her. There was a flapping of a wings and then a croak. Turning her head to the side as far as possible she would be able to see a large crow sitting on a stone and looking at her.
The bird flapped his wings and flew the short distance to land on the most outer edge of the crossbar.
For some time Felina thought they were bluffing, that they would not just abandon her on that cross but as they recessed away and joined the activity in the carry, she realised they might really mean it.
The position was excruciating, killing her arms, her spine, her thumbs and toes. She could hardly move, and thus the flies soon found her and started crawling over her skin, gathering around her widespread sex petals, her armpits, her mouth, her nose, her eyes. At least she could now move her head to chase them from her face. She could not escape the sun, alas. Without hair, her face and scalp were even more vulnerable to the bite of its rays.
Scarier was the crow that had landed near the cross. The bird was clever. It could see how helpless she was. Maybe it had already seen victims in a similar position. As he flew to perch on the cross itself, she tried to scare it away by screaming. Every movement she tried just caused more agony.
“Go away! GO GO GOOOOO!” she screamed, her stretched tongue bouncing on her chin, the clitoris bell ringing feebly. The crow did not move. It just sat on the cross, tilting its head as it observed the naked girl offered in sacrifice.
Felina tried to lift her feet higher. This was the only part of her body she could still move a bit, even though that caused a lot of pain to her big toes and thumbs. Alas, the movement was too small to impress the corvid. It gave her an idea though. Contorting her head, she saw how close the twine was from the barbed wire that linked her wrists to her breasts. If she lifted her foot a little bit, she could move her thumb so as to bring the string against the spikes. Then she could move it back and forth. It took her a few attempts but in the end she managed to cut the string, first on her right, then on her left.
Liberated, her legs fell down and that movement was enough to scare the black bird to a safer distance. With her free legs, Felina was also able to grab the beam and hoist herself, just enough to let her take deeper breaths.
Lifting herself up with her legs to take a deeper breaths, meant that Felina was also lift herself of the horn that had been pushed into her ass. Her abused sphincter getting stretched over the wider section of one of the flattened balls. Every time Felina's legs tired or she lost her footing against the pole, it the ball entered her again fully, making it more painful to lift herself up again.
The first crow was joined by a second. The clever birds watching form a distance, from experience they knew that the being on the T cross would tire eventually. From time to time one of the birds would test whether it was already time. By flying up and toward the crossbar. But every time Felina struggled with her legs. The birds would veer off and back to a safe distance. But at some point one of the crows seemed to realize that only the lower part of Felina was moving. And it did land on the cross bar and began to hop closer toward her head. Attracted by the shine of of the metal and the best and softest morsels that could be found there.
Satisfied that the crows kept their distance, or flew away quickly when they dared to test her reactions, Felina mostly ignored them. All her concern was directed to her breathing. Whenever she hung by her arms, she could only fill a fraction of her lungs. Every breath was an exhausting fight against gravity. She tried to move as little as possible so that what little air she could take was enough to sustain her, but regularly she had to take deeper breaths. That was when she struggled, arching on her legs, pushing herself up. She then took several deep breaths before letting herself slide down, impaling herself back on the huge horn.
That horn had become one of the worst parts of her predicament. On one hand it prevented her from sinking too deep, which would have made breathing even harder, but on the other hand, it was torturing her sphincter. Each movement up and down, made it reach deeper, stretching her anus wider. The pain was tremendous and at times she lifted herself just for the sake of getting some relief.
All those movements and tortures were tiring for the bald girl. She began to move more slowly, which was noticed by one of the crows. The hungry bird came to perch itself at the end of the T beam again and this time, no amount of leg movement could scare it.
Felina had to take more drastic actions. She began as usual to grab the pole between her soles, then to push herself up but this time, instead of stopping as soon as she could breathe more freely, she continued to push, her toes nervously grabbing the splintery beam. As she could not go any higher, her torso began to pivot around the T-bar. This caused excruciating pain to her arms, her elbows and her breasts as the barbs gnawed into her flesh. She moaned loudly, gasped and trembled so much that the crow flew away once again.
Felina continued to push, her anus finally escaping the evil horn but remained while agape, immediately attracting a swarm of flies. She rotated her torso until she found a precarious balance, her body now horizontal, resting on top of the cross. Her legs were flexed and trembling, she was pushing on the vertical pole with her toes to keep the position. She could now breathe almost freely, in spite of the pain it caused to her cruelly strangled breasts. Also, her face was now in the shade and her weight was resting on her upper back instead of her ass and arms.
Felina had to remain relatively still to keep her precarious balance on the top of the cross bar and not slid back down into a hanging position and maybe get impaled by the horn again, in which case she would be somewhat lucky at it would allow her to breath, while hanging only form her arms she would have trouble to draw enough fresh air into her lungs.
The lack of movement emboldened the crows again. This time both of the large black birds landed on opposite sides of the crossbar. One saw in Felina's nipple a viable first target, the bird hopped forward and picked at it with his sharp beak. The other bird seemed to be distracted by the chain and the bell hanging from behind her clitoris. He turned his head, as he hopped closer, to inspect the glittering chain curiously.
Felina saw one of the crows but missed the other one. As it approached prudently, eying at her clitoris bell, she tried to scare it away by screaming and wiggling her hips. That did not impress it much though and it came closer, dangerously closer.
Felina balanced on one foot and lifted the leg that was closest to the bird. The sudden large movement forced it to leap backwards to the end of the beam. However, on the opposite side, the other crow had walked quietly closer, perfectly aware that its prey’s attention was directed away. It snapped its strong beak at her nipple, causing a lot of pain and shocking the poor Felina who had not seen him coming.
She reacted violently, trying to kick the bird. This totally ruined her delicate balance and her body pivoted back down as she screamed. She felt the horn hit the cleft between her buttocks but missed her anus. Her body continued its fall until it came to a brutal stop, her weight now entirely supported by her strappadoed arms. The jerk made her scream and expel all the air in her lungs, leaving her dazzled for some time.
She tried to breathe in but found out that her diaphragm was fully stretched, her ribcage was elongated, her shoulder were in agony. Her mouth gaped wide but she could not get any air in. Her lungs could not function normally in that position with the weight of half her body pulling down on her chest. Panic struck her at this realisation.
Fortunately for Felina, or unfortunately as her suffering could have ended right there, some guards had noticed the different position of the crucified prison on top of the T cross and were already on the way to investigate, what had happened. Nonetheless there were some agonizing minutes, where Felina helpless gasp for air, before she felt some one lifted there legs and she was able to suck fresh air in her lungs.
"How did she get off the horn?" One of the man asked. "Don't know let's get her back on it." Felina was lifted a bit higher and then she was dropped down again. This time the horn tip slide into her gaping anus. Trapping some of the flies that had ventured far inside. "The twine from her toes must have snap and she must have been able to lift herself up. I told you we should have used wire. Let me fix that." Felina's legs were pulled back behind the base pole and this time her big toes were tied to with wired begin tightly wrapped around them. The guards had brought a long a ladder as they had assumed they needed to maybe take the prisoner down to fix the bondage. Now they propped it against the T cross and one guard climbed up to twist some wires to Felina's earrings. Those wire were connected to her bound together toes on the back side of the pole at the height of her ass. "So that should hold longer."
They also had brought along a bucket, a long stick with a sponge on the end. One guard put the end with the sponge in the bucket to soak it up. Then pushed it into Felina's held open sex. "Oops wrong opening!" He pushed it an inch deeper before pulling out and holding the sponge in front of Felina's face. "Suck on it to drink." The acrid smell coming form the sponge made it clear that it was not water they head brother for her to drink. The sponge was soaked several times in the bucket and pushed against Felina's mouth, before the guards left again.
The whole time the birds had watched form a safe distance, waiting for their chance to return to their prey.
Felina tried to lift herself back up, and she managed to do it, several times… but getting to sit back on the horn was another matter. They way her body arched when she climbed put her anus at the wrong angle. Every attempt tired her more and as she could hardly breathe when she was hanging down, her stamina was bleeding out fast.
Blinded by the sun and the sweat in her eyes, focused entirely on her survival she had not seen the guards coming. Suddenly she felt hands on her legs and she was pushed back onto her “seat”. She screamed in pain and relief as her raw rectum was stretched once more. She also took deep breaths for the first time since she had fallen from her perch.
She then felt them twist wires into the four rings pierced along each of her ears. Meanwhile the other guard had cruelly cinched her big toes together, behind the stipe. Her ears were then wired to her toes, lifting her feet up until they were level with her butt.
Then came the refreshing but degrading episode of hydrating her. The sponge they shoved into her gaping vagina and then against her face reeked of strong urine. It had been collected from the convicts and the guards and left to concentrate in the sun. The stench was horrible and the taste even fouler but Felina felt so thirsty that she welcomed it anyway. Her parched lips engulfed the spong and she pressed it to get as much urine as she could. The sponge came back several times, splashing its liquid all over her belly and chest before reaching her face, where it smeared into her eyes and nostrils as she tried to drink from it.
As soon as the guards left, the flies hurried back, attracted by the moisture and the stench. By now, Felina was once again almost totally immobilised. Her head was now pressed backwards against the the T-bar, pulled by her ears. Her toes were now bound together, forcing her knees way apart and as they were pulled up, forcing her body to arch backwards. The only part of her body she could still move were her hands, whose thumbs had been left untied this time. She could also move some of her toes… With horror, she realised she was now defenceless and wondered how long it would take to the crows to see it. Desperately, she tried to pull her tongue back into her mouth. Alas, the ring was too heavy and too big to get in without help.
- Toes tied together with wire, then to her ears by wires, forcing her legs backwards and upwards, her feet level with her ass.
- Breasts coiled with barbed wire
- Labia tied to her thighs
- Hanging from a cross beam by her elbows
- Elbows barbedwired together
- Wrists barbedwired to her breasts, one on each side of her torso
- Butt and back flailed
- Ankle shackles
- Berry-sized metal balls embedded against her heel bones
- Three metal balls embedded deep under her buttocks, against her hip bones
- X branded on the back of her right hand
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
It did not take long at all for the birds to return. First one landed and hopped closer, then the second. The birds came closer than ever now also attracted by the countless insects crawling over Felina's filthy body. They only croaked irritated as Felina tried to shake her head and wiggle her hands and some flies flew flew up. One bird picked up a fat bug that was crawling over Felina's arm. The other eyed the flies crawling over Felina's discolored and ballooning tits. The bird flapped its wing and hopped down from the crossbar onto Felina's breast, its claws digging into her skin. Then it began to peck at the insect crawling on the two orbs.
The other bird focused on the flies gathered on Felina's face, around her lips, nostrils and eyes and also the ones on her tongues. Most of the flies saw the danger coming and flew away, but some instead of flying away tried to hide by crawling into the deeper shadows of Felina's throat and her nostrils. Her left ear was also buzzing with something having found its way in there.
Felina could no longer turn her head and had to look at the crows from the corner of her eyes. She squirmed and screamed, trying to scare them. Alas, now her movements were quite limited as well as her breathing. She could not longer fill her lungs completely so that any excessive agitation made her pant and puff.
The crows soon realised how helpless she now was and dared to approach into pecking range. At first they only went for the flies but every pecking also snapped at her skin, making her yelp in pain. She pulled on her aching, contorted arms and managed to lift her torso by a few centimetres. Enough to let her breathe a little easier but too slowly to scare the birds. She quickly fell back in her resting position, fucking her sore ass once again.
In her next try, she lifted her feet as high as she could, thus relieving the tension on her ears. This allowed her to turn her head with more freedom. She shook her head and barked. The crows looked at with a bit of defiance but they did not move away and continued to peck at insects, away from her face.
For now the black birds were satisfied with the amount of insect they got of Felina's body and didn't try her pick the thief apart. However, that didn't meant that several times the sharp beaks did not pick at her exposed tongue, lips or her ears as the crows tried to catch a crawling insects.
When the sun lowered towards the horizon to Felina's right, the well fed birds flew away to return to their nest. Also the insects buzzing around her filthy body seemed to become less. A group of guards came again with the bucket and the sponge stick to let Felina hydrate. "Enjoying yourself?" One guard mocked he, while he roughly shoved the sponge stick into her sex a couple of times, before pushing into her face.
While one guard was giving Felina the chance to drink, another used a ladder to climb up behind her. She could not see what he was doing, until something hot dripped on her bald head. The guard was dripping hot wax from a lighted candle on her head. He waited until a good amount of wax had collected and was starting to run down the sides of Felina's head. Then he placed the candle in the warm wax and waited again until it was solid enough for the candle to stand on its own upright on top of Felina's head.
"Good night." The guards smirked and left Felina alone in the dusk. The bruning candle on her head the only lighrt source on that side of the quarry.
For the entire remainder of the day, Felina managed to keep the crows away from her face. She had to rest and remain very calm as long as possible, waiting for the moment they got really too close from her face. Her terror was that they would attack her mouth or her eyes. So she endured the pecking of her arms as they ate the flies, while storing up energy. When they got too close, she gathered her strength, pulled on her arms and lifted herself while shaking her head and grunting. This usually worked and scared them for some time. However, it always left her short of breath and coursed with agony. It was a chance they did not think of attacking her immediately.
The night came, the crows flew away and the flies too. The guards came back to ram her pussy with their filthy sponge, as though this could humiliate her any further. She looked forward to sucking the urine as she was so thirsty. One part of her knew that drinking would only make her agony last longer but she could not get rid of a spark of hope that she could escape, or be rescued, in some way. And thus, as soon as the pee-soaked, mouldy sponge was pressed against her face, she drank from it as much as she could. The guards were generous, replenishing the sponge regularly, until they had totally emptied the pail they had brought. Their chief had insisted that the convict must not die from thirst.
This time they did not leave her though. Before that, they burned her blistered skull with wax and then stuck a heavy candle on top of her head. It looked big enough to last the entire night. As they finally left her alone, the wax was already dripping, running down her face and burning her skin along the way.
- Candle stuck on top of her head
- Toes tied together with wire, then to her ears by wires, forcing her legs backwards and upwards, her feet level with her ass.
- Breasts coiled with barbed wire
- Labia tied to her thighs
- Hanging from a cross beam by her elbows
- Elbows barbedwired together
- Wrists barbedwired to her breasts, one on each side of her torso
- Butt and back flailed
- Ankle shackles
- Berry-sized metal balls embedded against her heel bones
- Three metal balls embedded deep under her buttocks, against her hip bones
- X branded on the back of her right hand
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
The light of the candle did attract some nocturnal insects to Felina. But with the candle slowly burning down, more and more of her head was covered in wax. From time to time Felina was with fresh pain, as the was found a new path over uncovered skin. At some point the wax found away the her left eyebrow and she had to close her eye to protect it as the wax dripped down and began to seal it shut. Hours later the same happened to her right eye. As it was night, there had not been much to see anyway, but now that she was incomplete darkness, her mind automatically focused on her other sense and she felt parts of her body ache and throb with new agony that had been come numb during the past hours.
Suddenly Felina could hear muffled voices, some of the wax was blocking her ears, the guards had returned. Was it already morning? She tried to open her eyes, but the wax held them shut.
It wasn't morning yet, but the guards had found some more candles and one had the drunken idea of adding them to Felina.
One guard was carrying a torch, that he held for a short moment between Felina's legs, not long enough to burn her. He laughed when the prisoner tired to lift herself up to escape the heat. He did repeat it a few times, before he got bored.
Felina hear and felt the hammering as the guard added some wooden slabs to the base of the pole, where they could place the candles under her. One was directly between her legs, under her open pussy lips. Some lowered down under her knees and then also at the back under her feet. The guards had already put nails through the planks to fix the candles on top. Once in place, they used the torch to light the five additional candles. Two under her toes, two under her knees and one directly under the pussy.
The guards saw the convict start to squirm. "Ah, that's just some heat to keep you warm during the night." A guard said. "That can't be that bad." The guards laughed and headed back to their barracks. What the guards failed to realize, before they left, was that the chain from Felina's clit with the bell at the end was handing down into the flame of one candle and was rapidly heating up.
The cangue of wax increased around Felina’s head. When it reached fresh skin it was now cooler than before and less painful but the effect was to cover her eyes and ears. The worst was when she had to lift herself to take a deeper breath. At that moment, the wax that had pooled poured over her face in one shot and was much hotter.
Moths were attracted by the light and buzzed around her contorted body but they did not cause any harm. There were no mosquitoes as the surrounding had no pool of water, thankfully.
Blinded by the way and partly deafened too, Felina only realised she was no longer alone when the guard touched her. She had been dozing on and off for quite some time and had no idea how far into the night she was. Nor why the guard was here. Maybe he was just checking that she was not going to escape. Alas, that was something she had abandoned. The barbed wire was just too evil, too sturdy, too painful. She could not fight it without torturing her own flesh and even if she could, she could not hope to untwist bare-handed wire they had twisted with pliers.
She heard, and felt, the guards hammering things on the stipe and suddenly she felt heat under her toes, knees and pussy. She moaned tiredly and began to swing her knees and feet back and forth to avoid feeling the heat too long at a time. The flame under her pussy was more difficult to dodge. She had limited freedom of movement down there. She could move her hips sideward but that only brought the flame closer to her thighs. The huge, thick horn rammed up her ass prevented her from pushing her vulva forward. The only way she could escape some of the heat was by lifting herself, using her strangled, cramped, contorted arms. This was difficult, painful and tiring and she could not do it too often. Moreover, whenever she did it, she fucked her sore anus.
Yet, as the heat grew to an unbearable degree, she had no choice but to pull on her arms to give her crotch a bit of relief… and was rewarded with another pour of hot wax…
As the flame directly licked the clitoris bell, the heat began to propagate up the chain. When it reached the ring, Felina suddenly felt the bite directly into her flesh. She yelped and began to jerk her hips madly, sending the bell ringing in all directions. This was pure torture to her rectum and soon she had to stop. Meanwhile, the heavy labia rings too had reached an unbearable temperature. She tried once again to lift herself but she had done it too often lately. She was out of breath and out of strength. With a loud wail she realised she could not do anything but suffer as her clitoris got seared from the inside.
Thankfully, the candles were not as big as the one she carried on her head. As they burned, their flames lowered until they were too far to cause real damage. The crotch candle was the one that kept its hurting power the longest because of the clitoris bell, but after an hour that one too got harmless.
That episode had hurt Felina a lot. For some time she remained limp, unable to move, panting heavily but unable to fill her lungs.
Being blinded and partially deafened by the wax and hurting almost everywhere, it was hard for Felina to guess how much time had past. But it felt like it should be already morning, but she did not feel any warming sun rays on her skin. Instead she felt something coll landing on her breast, that had turned a very dark shade of purple. Then more and more water drop began to hit her as it began to rain. The water a treat to for her sore body, and refreshing as she caught some some rain drops with her open mouth and or her tongue.
But as quickly as it had started the rain fall was over, leaving Felina behind wet and cold. And there had some puddles nearby the T cross form which the thief now had been hanging for over a day. The clouds parted and the some sun rays came through. Not only the sun showed up, but also the guards came to see how their prisoner was doing. They used a gain the sponge to give her something to drink. Meanwhile one guard removed the remains of the candles, from the perches that they had added during the night. Then he took a piece of rotten flesh an placed it the sole of Felina's up turned sole of her left foot. He frowned as the convict moved her feet light and it slid off. He picked it up and placed it again this time he used a needle that he pushed through the rotten meat into Felina's sole to fixate it. He repeated this process with another piece before moving on her other foot, then her breast and vulva, soon Felina body was decorated by a couple of dozen pieces of rotten meat held to her skin by needles
Then he used the ladder to reach her head, he put a piece on her tongue. "Eat, if you want to live!" He snarled. He fed her several more pieces, before he used a particularly thick needle to fix a rotten piece of meat directly to her tongue.
Once the guards had left again, it was not long before there was flapping of large wings and excited croaks as the crows had returned.
The short rain had refreshed Felina, allowed her to drink some clean water and had snuffed the candle on her head. It was almost completely melted anyway and the top half of her head was covered in a thick layer of white wax. It blinded her but she could still see some light through. She had tried to break the crust but, with her ears stretched down by the weight of her legs, she could not move her head much and there was nothing she could rub her face against. Grimacing and frowning had separated the wax from her skin but it remained stuck to her skull, like a whitish helmet. It looked a bit as though some giant had ejaculated on her head and the sperm had congealed there. She hoped that it would at least offer some protection against the sun… and the crows.
Her arms were exhausted by now. The pressure and the barbed wire cut most of the blood supply to her forearms, which had taken a purple shade. Her strangled hands were puffy, crispated in a grasping position. She could hardly move them now, and only at the cost of much pain. Lifting her body took her so much effort that she now preferred to hang still, even if that meant living constantly on the verge of asphyxia.
Her breasts offered a horrible sight. Strangled, their purple flesh was bulging in between the coils of barbed wire. Their globes had trapped more blood and seemed to have grown bigger. Her pierced nipples stood out, engorged and obscene. Her labia too had been further elongated by the weight of the four rings and her clitoris dangled out of its hood, dry and parched, like a mini penis. Finally, her big toes had taken such a dark shade of purple that they almost looked black.
Felina was pulled out of her torpor by something big and wet being forced up her vagina. The guards were back to water her. As usual, they rammed her sore sex raw with the sponge before making her drink from the spong. Strong, concentrated urine, as always. It irritated her cracked lips, it burned her throat, it made her nauseous but it also relieved some of her dehydration.
Then she felt something moist being pressed against her sole. Where they washing her feet or what? A sharp pain transfixed her sole as a skewer was pushed into it, deep through the flesh, scratching some bones before protruding on the other side. She gasped and moaned, although her dry throat could not produce much noise. More skewers were pierced through her feet. She tried to wiggle her feet to avoid it but she could not move much and every jerk just yanked on her ear piercings. She felt something dripping on her soles and between her toes but could not guess what it was.
Then the guard moved to her front. There, through the narrow space left between the wax crust and her face, she could see a bit of what he was doing. She saw him cut the strings that attached her labia to her thighs. Then he brought a piece of meat, black and mouldy from rotting, dripping, swarming with white worms. The sight made her feel sick and she retched dry several times. She realised that it must have been what had been pinned to her feet. A finger hooked the two large rings pierced in her left labium and pulled, stretching it far out while pressing the piece of rotten flesh against her skin. A short skewer was then pierced through the meat and her nether lip, eliciting another raucous groan from Felina. Another piece of disgusting meat was pinned in the same way but to the other side of the labium. The guard completed it by threading a narrower piece of flesh, still attached to a bone, through the two rings, making sure it was wedged securely in place. He then repeated the same operation on the opposite lip. They were now both transfixed and stretched down painfully, dripping a mix of her own blood and rotting grease. For good measure, he pushed a bigger piece of meat up her vagina and pinned it in place with a longer skewer that went through both labia and their attached flesh. The worst was that she could see it all, beyond and between her tortured breasts.
He was not finished though. As he moved to her throbbing breasts, holding another piece of meat, Felina began to beg and plead, crying in ultimate horror. In response, he just shoved a piece of rotten flesh into her mouth, preventing her from speaking. The meat was so rotten that it was soft, spongy against her tongue. It dripped with grease and she could feel the white worms crawling about, some falling inside her mouth. Again, her belly revolted, caved in, and her entire body was agitated by spasms as bile rose to her mouth. The taste was revolting and the stench was even worse.
“You’d better eat that meat. You won’t get anything else,” the guard warned her, shoving the meat deeper as it threatened to fall.
Felina gagged and retched but got the message. She tried her best to calm her spasms. Then she scratched the top of the meat with her teeth. The flesh was so rotten it nearly decomposed on its own under the pressure. She swallowed little chunks, along with maggots, clenching her eyes tight, trying to forget what she was doing.
While she chewed on that monstrosity, the guard continued his task, now decorating her tormented breasts with bigger pieces of meat, skewering them around their strangled bases and pinning them to the taut globes of throbbing flesh. When he was done, Felina had managed to swallow the decomposed meat he had shoved in her mouth. He pushed a few more nasty morsels into her mouth, rubbing them back and forth against her stretched tongue first, to make sure she could taste them perfectly. As she choked and gagged and was too slow to swallow, he pushed smaller pieces of meat up her nostrils, as deep as he could. Unable to breathe through her nose, she was now forced to swallow the disgusting food as fast as possible.
Once he was satisfied that she had eaten enough, judging by the way her belly was now ballooning out a bit, he took the last piece of meat, which he had kept in store. It might well have weighed 100 grams. He grabbed her tongue ring, stretched it as far as he could out of her mouth, and skewered the piece of meat to the delicate speech organ. Another flurry of moans escaped Felina’s tired throat. She could no longer speak, nor could she move her tongue, which was dangling painfully stretched out of her mouth, pinned to rotten flesh.
The guard then took the bucket that had been used to carry all that meat. It was now empty, except from some bloody juice and swimming maggots. He poured that juice all over Felina’s torso and shoulders, soaking her skin with the stinking, disgusting liquid.
As soon as the guards left, a swarm of flies assaulted the retching woman. They were not just black flies as the day before. Now there were bigger ones, green and blue. The swarm was so dense it created a cloud around her. They were of course mostly attracted by the rotten meat but they crawled everywhere on her skin, explored every crook, every hole, even finding their way under the crust of way to irritate her eyes and ears. The sound they made hid everything else. It also attracted the crows. There were more of them now, surrounding her body, observing her twitching body. She increasingly looking and smelling like a corpse.
Felina could not hear them and did know they had come back, still trying to suppress the nausea caused by the stench and all that she had ingurgitated.
- Pieces of rotten flesh skewered to her soles, labia, breasts and tongue
- Covered with rotten meat juices
- Candle stuck on top of her head with a thick crust of way covering the top half of her head (blinding and deafening her)
- Toes tied together with wire, then to her ears by wires, forcing her legs backwards and upwards, her feet level with her ass.
- Breasts coiled with barbed wire
- Labia tied to her thighs
- Hanging from a cross beam by her elbows
- Elbows barbedwired together
- Wrists barbedwired to her breasts, one on each side of her torso
- Butt and back flailed
- Ankle shackles
- Berry-sized metal balls embedded against her heel bones
- Three metal balls embedded deep under her buttocks, against her hip bones
- X branded on the back of her right hand
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
As there was not movement from the fly surrounded corpse atop the T-cross, the most courageous birds landed directly on the crossbar or the new perches the former candles stands provide. And this time the black birds were not satisfied with only picking at the insects swarming Felina. They began to pluck at the rotten flesh, pulling pieces away and gobbling them down. Each time they pulled on the meat pieces, that moved the skewers too. Felina felt the metal stick scrap against the small bones in her foot as two birds pulled at the same piece at once.
There were more scuffles between birds as they all wanted the good pieces,it was Felina who suffered the consequences, the bird's sharp peaks and talons scrapped on her skin, as the birds tired to get as much as possible in their frenzy. Especially her tongue and sex lips suffer, as they were hard distinguishable from the rotten meat for the birds. There were already several cuts and tears in her inner labia, where a bird had tried to pull of pieces of the meat flap. Her toes and fingers were also popular targets and had numerous small bleeding cuts.
When one bird had enough and flew off, it was quickly replaced by another. For several hours Felina was swarmed by the birds.
Dazzled by the pain and the crazy buzzing of the swarm, Felina did not hear the crows coming. As the hardiest one leaped onto her left breasts, she felt talons scratch her skin. Somehow, the meat skewered to her tits protected her but she felt the weight of the bird pulling her deformed breasts down. Then she felt it pull on the meat, which caused the skewer to stir inside her mammary glands. She let out a weak moan and tried to shake her torso. In response, the crow just clenched its claws tighter while gobbling another piece of rotten flesh.
At that sight, more crows felt emboldened.Two landed on her calves, from which they could peck easily at her larded soles. One landed on the perch nailed between her thighs and attacked the juicy morsels dangling from her sex. A merry bell rang in response, startling the corvid. It almost flew away, looking at Felina’s trembling thighs which she could not close. Reassured, he pecked again at the labia-meat sandwich. More crows approached now. One landed on her other breast and one on each of her shoulders, from where they competed for her tongue.
They gulped down the pieces of rotten meat as fast as they could. They were a bit puzzled because the food definitely tasted as a dead animal, yet the girl was still writhing and gasping. From time to time, their powerful beaks snapped a piece of her own flesh and they relished the taste of fresh blood.
In the middle of this swarm of flies and crows, Felina desperately moaned and gasped, trying to move, to scare the scavengers away. It was useless. Now that they were a flock, the crows felt strong and courageous. Their prey was harmless for some reason they could not understand but they were not going to let go of such an opportunity. They ate and ate, yanking on Felina’s labia, on her breasts, on her tongue despite her wails. They pecked so enthusiastically at her feet that her soles and toes were a bloody mess once they had devoured all the meat.
Progressively though, all the food had been swallowed, leaving only the skewers in place. New crows kept coming to replace those that were almost too heavy to fly.
With the rotten mead gone the bird picked more and more on Felina self, with the blood juice having been poured over her and her own blood having been dripping from the countless small wounds, the Felina tasted the same to the birds and meat was meat. The skewers that had held the meat, were know protecting Felina from the still hungry birds. As they picked at her repeatedly. However her toes and fingers were very expose and reminded the birds at fat worms, so they were the primary target.
This day was cooler than the previous days as there were some clouds in the sky, that hid the sun. What Felina could not see under her wax helmet was, that a large dark cloud front was coming closer rapidly. But she could feel the wind becoming stronger and the carnivorous birds started to depart one by one. When the clouds was almost on top of the quarry, Felt felt more than heard through the constant buzzing of the flies trapped under the wax helmet, first thunderclap as the storm started directly above her.
A rock hit her chest. Had a guard returned and had he thrown a rock at her? Then more rocks came raining down on her, hitting her in quick succession. It wasn't rocks, it had started to hail. Large ice chunks were hitting her defenseless body.
Felina tried to defend herself against the crows as they began to attack her very flesh. At the cost of a lot of pain, she forced her fingers to move, to clench into fists. Thankfully, she was stronger than those birds. Alas, her toes were not as nimble and the birds hungrily pecked at them, managing to tear chunks of flesh from them, causing unbearable agony to her feet. They might well have devoured them completely if the weather had come to her rescue.
A chilly wind chased the birds and froze the naked, unprotected woman. It grew stronger and stronger and then the clouds she could not see above her began to drop hail. The icy bullets hit her naked flesh at high speed. That was very painful and at the same time the cold was somehow desensitising her. The grail made a strange sound as it hammered her wax helmet. The impact progressively caused the crust to crack, beginning where it was the thinnest, on her face.
Through the constant bombardment of the icy bullets, the crack on in the wax helmet grew bigger and Felina could see some more light and the she was blinded by flash a lighting bolt arced across the sky just above her. After few more hard impact of large hail ball, the wax shield on her face cracked fully open and left her face unprotected.
The hail lasted several minutes longer, during which also piece by piece the other part of the wax on her head was broken away and now also her face was getting pummeled by the icy bullets, that had been bruising her body all over. Slowly the hail turned into heavy cold rain. There were still the occasional lightning and thunderbolts, but the main storm front had passed over the quarry.
Felina could see through the rain that the guard, who had taken some shelter during the hail, were now urging the convict back to work despite the rain.
The hail left her bruised and totally unprotected. Without hair, her scalp received the direct impact of the ice missiles and for long minutes her life was very miserable. Then the hail turned to rain. She opened her mouth wide and drank as much as she could. The rain was so dense that breathing was difficult but it also meant that her mouth filled faster. She was shivering, her cleaned skin covered in goosebumps but she kept drinking, filling her belly with pure, fresh water.
The cold acted as a painkiller on her countless wounds and as she squirmed on her cross she felt something strange in her big toes. They no longer hurt even though they had been strangled for so long and then lacerated by the crows’ sharp beaks. It felt as though she could move them again. Puzzled, she tried again, wiggling her toes, pulling on her legs, trying to understand what was happening. Unknown to her, the crows had eaten the fattest part of her big toes, which had loosened the wire coils that linked them to her ears.
Felina wiggled her feet some more, lifted her legs and suddenly one big toe slid out of the wire loop. The other one soon followed. Her legs relaxed, able to stretch down for the first time in 24 hours. The tension of her ears also disappeared, allowing Felina to move her head freely.
- Breasts coiled with barbed wire
- Labia tied to her thighs
- Hanging from a cross beam by her elbows
- Elbows barbedwired together
- Wrists barbedwired to her breasts, one on each side of her torso
- Butt and back flailed
- Ankle shackles
- Berry-sized metal balls embedded against her heel bones
- Three metal balls embedded deep under her buttocks, against her hip bones
- X branded on the back of her right hand
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
In the afternoon the sky cleared and Felina felt the sun warm up her bruised skin. With the warmth also some of the pain returned, but it was dull and in background as long as Felina did not move. There were many formed puddles after the heavy rain fall and the larger ones were still filled more by rivulets of water running over the rocks. With the air clearing up the insects returned to but in less masses than before as now Felina's body was cleaner than it had been for many days. But it was not only flies this time, also mosquitos, who had been attracted by the puddles and the warm blood that was oozing out of Felina's many small wounds, began swarm around the red head.
Felina’s naked body was covered in bruises, scratches and little cuts. Flies and mosquitoes fed on her clean skin despite her attempts at scaring them away. Now that her legs were free again, she tried to push herself up again, so as to take deeper breaths, however her soles were in such a sorry state that it was extremely painful to clamp them around the spite. Each foot was pierced by two skewers. She first had to remove them. She did so by pressing the top of her feet against the beam to push the skewers out. It caused horrible agony as the skewers grinded against her bones, moved through her muscles and tendons. She grimaced and groaned as she tortured herself like that, pushing the metal spikes inch by inch, until one of them on each side had fallen while the last one only held in by one last inch.
After taking some time to rest and let the pain calm down, she lifted her feet as high as she could. Reaching down with her puffy fingers, she grabbed the two last skewers and pulled them out with a last gasp of pain. She now had one skewer in each hand.
The next step, after another bit of rest, was to use her bloody feet to push herself up. Her wounded soles had to press against the wooden stipe, causing more torture but she just ignored it and continued to push, until she had managed to bring her body all the way up, resting on her back at the top of the T-beam. She was panting hard and moaning. Her tongue had flopped up against her nose, its ring dangling in front of her eyes.
In that position, there was no more tension on her arms so that there was a bit of slack in the way her wrists were wired to her breasts. She manipulated the skewers until she could push them into the twists of wire that worked as knots. More manipulation and twisting of the skewers resulted in the “knots” to loosen, enough for the barbed wire attached around her wrists to widen. By pulling on her arms and narrowing her hands, she was able to pull them free, leaving long, deep scratches caused by the nasty barbs.
Nothing held her to the T-cross now. She pushed on her feet again, her body leaned backwards on the opposite side of the cross, until she lost her balance and fell. She stopped her fall by hooking the back of her knees around the horizontal beam. She remained like that for some time, hanging upside down, taking some rest and letting her pounding heart calm down.
She was hesitating. She just had to let go now and she would crush her skull on the ground, earning herself at last a quick, merciful death. That was beyond her though. Hope was still burning in her heart despite all she had gone through and how ruined her body was. Thus, instead, she carefully brought her right leg forward, still hanging by her left one. She curled her right leg around the stipe, under the crossbar. She clamped the wood as much as she could before letting go of her left leg. She began to slide down the stipe, her calf and thigh collecting all the splinters, breaking the candle supports, along the way. However, she was able to slow her fall down and land relatively smoothly on the ground. She rolled backward, her ass passing over her head and lied down on her belly, crying of pain and joy.
Her arms were still cruelly bound at the elbows, behind her back, but otherwise she was completely free!
She forced herself to stand up, bracing against the cross. The pain in her feet was unbearable. Her soles were a bloody mess, her toes were half devoured and there were still those nasty beads of metals in her heels preventing her from putting weight on them. Given the sorry state of her toes, she found that it was totally impossible for her to walk like that. She let herself slide down the cross to sit on her butt but there too, the embedded beads under her buttocks prevented her from sitting normally.
The only position she could hold was on her knees. Thus, she started her escape like that, by crawling on her shins, leaving a trail of blood behind her.
- Breasts coiled with barbed wire
- Elbows barbedwired together
- Ankle shackles
- Berry-sized metal balls embedded against her heel bones
- Three metal balls embedded deep under her buttocks, against her hip bones
- X branded on the back of her right hand
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
Felina's progress was slow, even a slug maybe have been faster. There were still the skewers in her breasts, with her arms behind her back at the elbows, Felina was able to reach those skewers but the angle was wrong to pull them out, with out painfully twisting her tortured breasts. There were also the skewers in her labia, particularly one that went through both sex lip, that poke in her thighs, when she closed her legs too much. Felina could probaly reach those skewers with her fingers, but for that she would have to bend her torso and the vertical skewers in the tits would poke her into the stomach.
It was not only her remaining bondage that slowed down Felina's progress. The ground was uneven and the sharp stones scratched her shines and knees. Felina had to careful that the chain dangling down from her clit did not get caught between two rocks. And there were some small thorny plants that seemed to be clawing at her skin, as Felina tried get as much distance between the horrible T cross and herself. But crawling on her shins, she had constantly change direction to avoid medium sized rocks, that she otherwise could have easily stepped over. And there was a constants swarm of mosquitos around sucking her blood. They seemed especially attracted by her swollen breasts. And then there were the flies swarming and crawling into her now permanently gaping asshole, after being violated by the big horn for almost 36 hours.
Felina made it only about 200 meters from the cross, the sun was touching the horizon. Soon the guards would come looking after her to water and fed her again. They would have come already earlier, but with the storm interruption the other convicts hadn't fulfilled their daily quota, so the guards had them work until there was not enough light anymore.
Despite the tortures and agony, Felina’s mind was buoyed by hope and success. It was unbelievable that she could have escaped from that cross and gone so far without being stopped. As darkness approached, her chances of escaping increased too. She did not understand why the guards were not here yet but is she could find a hiding spot before the night, they might have a lot of difficulty finding her. The soaked ground meant it would be difficult for dogs to follow her trace, and even the blood smears she left behind would be almost impossible to see at torch light. The gravel and rocky substrate was painful to her shin, but it also meant she left almost no footprint.
Crawling on her shins with her knees far apart, she headed toward an area with a lot of boulders, among which bushes and trees had grown. If she could reach it, she could have a chance to lose her pursuers in the maze of crevices between the boulders.
When the guards final came for Felina, they immediately spotted the empty T cross. And Felina could hear the agitated shouts behind her. She was close to the boulder and brushes, if she could only make it a few more minutes without being detected, she would be able to maybe hide.
At the base of cross, the guards found a trail of blood on the gravel and there was a strange trail in a mid puddle that look like some had draged two planks through it. Had some on taken the prisoner down, there had been reports of goblins in the mountains, but they didn't venture that far. But those traces were enough to give the guards a clue in which direction to start searching. They lost the trail after a few meters, but the guards fanned out waving their torches form side to side. The prisoner in her state couldn't be that far.
They were coming closer and closer to Felina. Then suddenly a guard was almost on top of her. The torch light passed over Felina's back than hesitated and came back and a guard shouted. "I found her!"
When she had heard the guards coming, Felina had put all her strength into crawling faster towards the boulders, putting aside all the tortures her hastened pace caused. Alas, it was clear she could not reach them in time. They were approaching her.
In a last attempt to evade recapture, she curled up, compressing her twisted, skewered breasts against her thighs, rounding her back, pressing her forehead against the ground. In that position, her elongated tongue rested against the ground, her saliva forming a pool around it. Her stretched labia too touched the dirt.
She held her breath, stopped moving, trying her best to look like a stone. And it almost worked. A guard passed her by a mere metre frome her without seeing her. And then he stopped, from the corner of her eyes she saw him waving her torch and then that was it: she had been found. Her heart exploded in her chest as she heard his words. Yet she did not move. Why move anyway. Maybe they would think she was dead…?
"Looks like she is dead. No idea how she even made it this far." A guard said. "Let's take her back any way. Then the birds can have her body." Another said and someone grabbed Felina's leg and pulled it out under her body. The guards had brought along a rope, that was now tied to Felina's ankles.
Once Felina's legs were secured the newest guard was handed the rope. "You get to drag her back!" The man cursed he always got the shit jobs. And now he was to drag the convict back. He began to pull and Felina was dragged face down over the rough ground, scraping the test of her front side not only her shins this time. "Damn, she is heavier than she looks. Luckily it is not Fatty!"
“She’s dead!” Felina heard the guard say. It had worked!
She made sure to remain limp, even though they manhandled brutally, like a vulgar piece of meat. Lying on her belly, her strangled, barbedwired, skewered boobs were in agony but she bit her lips and stayed silent. At first she wondered why they tied her ankles if she was supposed to be dead… and then she realised it was to drag her.
She remained limp despite the torture of being dragged in such a way, her breasts being pulled upwards to the point that the barbs threatened to scratch her face. As they were all around her legs, they could not see her face. Now and then, she opened an eye to see where they were pulling her. Were they going to bury her? Why not do it where they had found her? Why bring her back to the cross?
The guards dragged Felina back to the T-cross. "Let's get her back on it." One guard said. The end of the rope, that was tied around her Felina's ankles, was thrown over the top of the cross. Then two guards pulled on it and Felina's body was lifted up feet first. Once handing head down her body was turned that her face was looking away from the the vertical beam.
One guard got on the ladder and help pull Felina's calves over the top, then used a second rope to temporarily secure Felina around her hips. Only then Felina's ankles were freed again. The man grabbed her foot and held it against the outside of 4x4 cross bar. The ladder was wobbling as the man held the foot and a long thick nail with a wide head in one hand and took a hammer that was handed to him by another guard. The man placed the nail between Felina's Achilles tendon and her ankle against her skin. With a mighty swing the man drove the nail through Felina's foot behind the Achilles tendon in to the outside of the cross bar. Three more swing and the nail head was flush against Felina's foot.
The guard nailed also Felina's other foot on the other end of the crossbar. When he was finished, Felina was hanging from the T-cross again upside down with her legs split apart and her feet nail to either square end of the horizontal top bar. Felina's weight was full transfers to the nails as temporary rope around her hips was removed, before the man climbed down from the ladder.
Felina clenched her teeth all along the way, ignoring the pain. When they hoisted up feet first up the cross, she began to wonder what they had in mind. Couldn’t they leave her cadaver alone, at last? Yet, she remained still as they bound her waist to the stipe. It was just rope. It would be easy to escape from it once they would be gone.
They pulled her right leg wide to the side, to the end of the crossbar. An ultimate degradation, to offer her body obscenely to the crows. Those guards had really no respect, no pity!
She felt the guard push the heavy shackle up against her calf and something prick her ankle, and then the pain exploded through her leg as a thick, long nail transfixed her foot, just behind the Achilles’ tendon. Thet pain was too much. She screamed to the top of her lungs, her body curled up, coming parallel to the ground while she yanked on her leg. Alas, it was already solidly nailed to the beam. Two more hit of the hammer and the wide, flat nail head was flush against her foot.
She resisted with all her might as they grabbed her left leg. She kicked and twisted her leg frantically but in the end they were stronger and her second foot was nailed too. The worst came when they untied her waist. Her body dropped by a couple of inch as her entire weight was carried by the nails. Her howls came louder and higher pitched.
- Thick nail pierced behind her Achilles’ tendons at the end of the T-cross beam, hanging upside down by them
- Breasts coiled with barbed wire
- Elbows barbedwired together
- Ankle shackles
- Berry-sized metal balls embedded against her heel bones
- Three metal balls embedded deep under her buttocks, against her hip bones
- X branded on the back of her right hand
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
The guards were surprised, when the lifeless body of the woman began to suddenly scream, when the feet were nailed to the cross, apparently the woman had only been unconscious and not dead yet. They let her scream for awhile, then one man lifted the bucket with urine they had brought to give her to drink. It was filled almost to the brim, as it had also rained in it and it was filled with a mix of water, piss and some cum. As Felina's head was hanging down, it was easy to push the bucket up over her head, especially once another guard grabbed her sore breast and stopped her from lifting her head.
When Felina's bald head went in, the bucket overflow and the guards cursed as some of the fowl water, splashed over his legs. They held her head underwater for a good 60 seconds before lowering it. To let her take a breath. "Drink or you will drown!" The guard holding the bucket hissed and lifted it up again. They wouldn't actually let their prisoner drone. They let her take a breath every 60 to 90 until she had drank enough that she could breath through her mouth.
Felina smelled more than she saw the bucket approaching. Its stench was very strong as usual. When her head was plunged into the strong liquid, she started to squirm, to jerk as they had shoved her face all the way to the bottom, drowning her. As strong hand grabbed her nipple rings and firmly pulled her down, she was no longer able to escape the pail. She could shake her head, turn it, bang it against the metal walls but, except for spilling a bit of urine, it did not help. Time passed and her lungs began to burn, craving for air. She struggled again, ignoring the pain it caused to her nipples. To no avail.
At last the bucket was lowered and she took a deep breath, her bald head drenched in urine. She barely heard the order to drink or drown before the bucket was pushed up again. Felina had barely had the time to recover her breath and now she knew she would be let to drown if she did not drink the pungent liquid. Thus, scared by the prospect of such an atrocious death, she gulped pee as fast as she could. Being upside down did not make it easy and the revolted spasms of her stomach.
Yet she had no choice. She swallowed as fast as possible but could not drink it all in one shot. She was given a short reprieve to take her breath before being immersed again into the foul bucket. This time she managed to drink enough so that her mouth was just above the surface and could breathe. Her body was spasming, her emaciated belly caved in, all her bones threatening to pierce her skin.
The guard holding the bucket was about to pulled it away, when he was stopped by another man, who proceed to pee into the bucket. The strong stream of fresh, hot piss hit Felina's chin and open mouth as she was sucking desperately needed air into her lungs. The men laughed as her breaths turned into coughs.
Afterwards the rest of the bucket was empty over Felina's body. "Man, we should have brought a funnel than we could have filled her from the other end too." Someone commented.
Felina felt hands on the skewers, that were pierced through her labia, but they were only pushed to the side and not removed, to make space for a large candle to be pushed in her vagina. Then Felina felt her asshole being stretched too, as a second candle was pushed into it. "We don't want you to be alone in the dark so we got you two candles. We will light them and they will slowly start to burn down. At some point they will be so low that they start to roast you insides."
"Now you had quite a lot to drink, so your bladder should be full." The man poked at Felina's lower belly. "You can use your piss to snuff the flame, but you will have to time it right. Too early and you wasted your only shot on extinguishing the flames. Be too late and you're pussy and ass are already burned to a crisp, or too much wax has already covered your peephole." The man grabbed Felina's nose ring. "That's so you cannot cheat and blow out the candle!" He threaded a chain through the large ring. Then the man used a padlock to secure the chain to itself. Felina could not see the other end of it, but it was attached to a heavy cast iron ball, whose weight would stop her from lifting her head more than 20 centimeters, the current slack in the chain.
Felina could already feel the first wax drops running down the side of the candles and siering her perineum, when the men turned to leave.
When Felina felt the first drop of way on her vulva, she yelped and tried to look up at her crotch. Her head was yanked to a painful stop by her nose ring. She yelped louder and tried to glance at the candles despite her tongue ring resting on one of her eyes. From that position it was hard to see.
She could not keep her head up too long and she let her neck relax, while more wax dripped on her entire crotch area, burning her sensitive skin. As the candles got shorter, the wax was hotter when it reached her skin, causing more pain. She could also feel the heat getting closer to her parted thighs. Any attempt to spread her legs more only aggravated the torture of her nailed feet. The same happened when she tried to move her hips to extinguish the flames. As it was, the candles were well protected against the wind between the cross and her thighs.
Unable to see the candles, Felina had to guess their progress by the pain growing in her inner thighs. At some point it became unbearable. Blisters appeared, which popped as the heat continued to sear them. The pressure in her bladder was also getting difficult to suppress. Eventually, with a sigh of relief, she released the pressure. Her urine sprayed at high pressure. The strength and the amount of pee would have been enough to douse the two candles. Alas, the wax had built up around her vulva. The spray was diverted to the sides, refreshing momentarily her blisters. The flames sputtered, oscillated, but finally remained alive once Felina’s bladder was empty.
All the pee ran down her thighs, her belly, then was funnelled between her shaped boobs to reach her face. Because of her lolling tongue, she could not close her mouth and her nostrils were stretched wide by the nose ring. She was forced to swallow and breath some of her own bodily liquid.
The worst came later. Once the thin layer of urine had evaporated, the flames continued to sear her exposed flesh, getting ever closer to her vulva. At some point there was a burst of flame as her pubes took fire. For a short moment, her entire mound was alight, roasting more of her flesh. Her pubic hairs acted like candle wicks, soaking up wax and lasting much longer than if they had burned normally. This caused huge pain as all the area around her crotch got badly burnt. It also caused a fresh torrent of wax that ran down her spasming belly. She howled in agony, unable to stop or even look at the blaze.
Finally, all the wax got burnt and the flames died, leaving her vulva charred and blistered. Her labia had been roasted to the point that the four heavy rings had fallen. Her clitoris had only avoided the same fate because the heavy bell pierced through it had stretched it down, away from the direct bite of the fire. It was badly burnt though and was throbbing atrociously.
The candlelight had had another consequence, albeit minor in comparison: it had attracted the hundreds of mosquitoes that had colonised the rainpools. They swarmed the naked body, feeding on her blood with gluttony.
- Nose ring chained to a heavy weight, preventing her from lifting her head
- Labia roasted
- Inner thighs and crotch badly blistered
- Thick nail pierced behind her Achilles’ tendons at the end of the T-cross beam, hanging upside down by them
- Breasts coiled with barbed wire
- Elbows barbedwired together
- Ankle shackles
- Berry-sized metal balls embedded against her heel bones
- Three metal balls embedded deep under her buttocks, against her hip bones
- X branded on the back of her right hand
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium (now fallen)
The candles might have caused less damage, if Felina's nether region had not been already heavy abused. But as it was the candles burned completely down also the inside Felina's vagina and rectum. They might would have been extinguished once the candle have burned down low enough for the orifices to close. But in case of Felina's ass, her sphincter had lost all is elasticity, after begin stretched by the horn while Felina had been on the cross. So the puckered ring stay open even when it was burned form the inside. The same happened with Felina's vagina, once the labia had been burnt away and due to the legs held apart by Felina's position, there was nothing to stop the candle from burning completely down and causing blisters on the outside and inside of Felina's vagina.
There burning of the candle wasn't a fast process it took several hours before the candles were finally one. Hours during which Felina suffered in agony and the mosquitos feasted on her body. As first the pain coming form her crotch was pushing anything else in the background. But once the flames were gone, Felina started to feel other parts of her body again more. There was the dull ache of were the nail had been driven through her feet and then there was the itching of hundreds if not thousands mosquito bites all over her body. Some had even bit her tongue and sucked blood form there.
With the light source gone at least also the mosquitos were gone and Felina got some more relief when it started to rain lightly. The water cooled her over heated skin around her crotch and it also helped with the itching. Though the rain seemed not last long compared to the horrible torture she suffered in the first half of the night. And having lost complete track of time, Felina might have been surprised when the clouds cleared, the sky was already bright as it was only minutes before sunrise of the next day.
It had been one of the most horrible nights of Felina’s life and yet she had survived. A new day approached, and the dawn’s pink fingers touched her tortured body that was in an even worse state then on the previous sunrise. Her stretched legs had lost all strength, her feet were bloated and paralyzed by the transfixing agony. Pain throbbed in her severely burnt and blistered holes.
Of course she was exhausted and delirious from the sleep deprivation and the maddening agony and itching. Her puffy eyes had trouble to open as she looked at the incoming sunrise, fearing what the new day would bring her.
The sky was clear as the sun rose and it promised to be another hot day. With the sun also a couple of guards returned. They had come to water and fed the tortured convict, if she was still alive. They had seen the burst of flames from the other side of the quarry, when Felina's pubes had caught fire. They were not surprise that they found the women crotch badly blistered. A bit more by the fact that the women was still alive and conscious.
They had brought along a funnel this time. As one of them had suggest last night, they would be watering the convict from the other end today. One man climbed on the the ladder and pushed the funnel into Felina's charred anus. Then he began to pour the content of bucket slowly in the funnel. He had to paused from time to time to let gravity to do its work, while Felina's intestine were slowly filled and expanded.
While that was happening, two other guards began to feed Felina moldy bread. For that they pulled her head up by the chain locked to the nose ring. Then began to push piece of the bread into her mouth. Having her head held up by the nose ring was excruciatingly painful, but it helped her with swallowing the foul bread.
The other guard was still pouring the urine and water mixture into the funnel, when Felina had managed to swallow all the bread, they had for her this morning. So the other guard already started to decorate her body with some pieces of rotten meat for the birds. There were still the skewers that have been pushed through her tongue and tits, that now got some fresh pieces stuck at their ends not to gently, reminding Felina of her tortured breast. The guards picked up some of the fallen skewers that had been pushed labia, but had fallen down as Felina's pussy lips got burned to a crisp. They now pushed two of those skewers from different direction though Felina's stretched tongue, to add more rotten meat there too. They also pushed meat between her toes. With how her toes had fared the day before, they were barely distinguishable from the rotten meat.
Then finally the pee bucket was empty and the funnel was removed. Like her large labia rings the skewers, that had been pushed through the meat flaps, had fallen away, as the tissue around them had been burnt away. So there was nothing to attach the rotten meat to at Felina's crotch, so the guards simply pushed the rotten and maggot ridden meat into the charred orifices. The birds would be able to pull it out by themselves. However, one guard picked up the last fallen skewer and pushed a few meat piece on it, then he pulled on Felina's clit chain to find the opening he was locking for. He began to insert the blunt end of the skewer into Felina's pee hole. And soon the former thief had the skewer stick up between her legs, deeply embedded in her urethra and her bladder.
Felina could not believe the guards were putting so much energy into keeping her alive. For sure it had to be a powerful deterrent to the other convicts. It was the proof that, however cruel their life was in the carry, their death would be worse if they tried to escape. Had Felina seen such an abominable supplice, she would have been more obedient. Perhaps…
Thus, here she was, being revived with mouldy bread and urine. The way they hydrated her was especially nasty: using a large funnel, they forced her colon to absorb the full content of their bucket. Six or eight litres of the stinking mix was poured into her hole, progressively forcing her belly to swell until she looked pregnant. The weight of the liquid pressed against her diaphragm, which pushed on her lungs and heart causing a very anguishing feeling. Ultimately, some urine, mixed with stomach acid began to trickle into her mouth, coming out of her oesophagus, as she gasped and moaned in misery.
Having revived her and ensured that she had enough reserves in her to last some more, they turned to add to her torture. They replenished all the skewers with “fresh” rotten meat, taking particular care of her feet and toes, and stuffing her nether holes with the stinking food. Her tongue too got its piece of meat and now, weighed by it, it was stretched down over her nose, the meat dangling in front of her eyes, dripping its smelly, decayed juices into them. She tried to shake it away, pulling on her nose ring, but like a pendulum, the piece of flesh always came back to cover her sight.
Among all those inhuman abuses, there was one that succeeded in pulling a new yelp of agony: it was when the blunt, button-shaped end of a skewer was forced through her urethra to her bladder. The thick piece of metal had fallen from her charred labia and had lied in the dirt for several hours. It had been covered in sour meat juices. The button itself was as thick as the tip of her pinky finger. It painfully stretched her pee channel before being swallowed by her bladder. It felt as though a red hot stick had been pushed through her last virgin hole. To add to the pain, a big piece of decayed meat was pinned on it.
- 8-litres urine enema
- Rotten meat skewered to her feet, breasts, crotch and tongue
- Skewer up her urethra with a piece of meat pinned on it
- Nose ring chained to a heavy weight, preventing her from lifting her head
- Labia roasted
- Inner thighs and crotch badly blistered
- Thick nail pierced behind her Achilles’ tendons at the end of the T-cross beam, hanging upside down by them
- Breasts coiled with barbed wire
- Elbows barbedwired together
- Ankle shackles
- Berry-sized metal balls embedded against her heel bones
- Three metal balls embedded deep under her buttocks, against her hip bones
- X branded on the back of her right hand
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium (now fallen)
It took long for the crows to return after the guards left. In fact they had been already been circling overhead, while the guard had been taking care of Felina. The last guard was less than ten meters away as the first bird landed the cross bar and began to pick at a piece of meat between the woman's toes. Given Felina's inverted position on the T cross, it was mainly Felina's feet and crotch that got the first wave of attention. The large bird picking careless on the meat or on Felina herself. The skewer inserted into her peehole was pulled in one and then the other direction, when a bird tried to pull of the large piece of meat skewered on it.
Large bird shooed away two smaller bird from Felina's left foot. The bird gobbled down one final piece of meat stuck between two toes. But instead of leaving the bird looked at Felina's toes. Then the crow pecked at the toenail of Felina's big toe, finding hard resistance under its peak. But that didn't stop the bird at all, instead after several tries the bird managed to wedge one part of its peak under the nail and it began to pull. Very slowly the bird started to lift the toe nail of its bed and then with final tug the whole nail came off. The bird dropped it and veraciously attacked the exposed soft meat that had been revealed.
In the meantime the two birds that had been displaced by the larger bird had found a new perch on the chain hanging from Felina's nose. They had began to peck at the meat of and hanging from tongue. Several times one of the birds came close to peck out one of Felina's eyes by accident. For now, Felina was lucky, as there was enough other soft tissue for the birds to eat, but once that run out her soft, defenseless eyes would become the next prime target.
In no time Felina’s defenceless, offered body was attacked by the hungry crows. She could not even really see them now as her nose was anchored down by her nose ring and a piece of meat skewered to her tongue rested across her burning eyes. She heard them though, as they flew around her, as they landed on the cross or even clawed their talons into her hips and breasts to feed upon her. She could hear them caw and battle for her juiciest bits.
The first attacks were for her feet. She tried to shake them, to wiggle her toes but the thick nails pierced behind her Achilles’s tendons made it even more painful than the occasional pecking of her own flesh. Most of the time, the bird went for the dead meat.
The same was true for those birds feeding from her crotch. The most painful was their claws gouging into the skin of her hips and thighs. They were usually quite skilled at plucking bites from the mouldy steaks shoved in her holes. There were occasional pecking at her perineum and inner thighs and those reminded Felina of the power the scavengers packed in their beaks. The most painful was when they tugged on the skewer rammed into her bladder. That one would not come out easily but every movement of the tool caused her great pain.
The torture was much more difficult to bear on her breasts. The poor, contorted mushroom of saggy flesh were already in quite a predicament and any movement or yanking doubled or tripled the pain.
What scared her the most though were the younger individuals who were pecking at her tongue. The stretched organ swung out of control under their assaults so that they often missed their target. As a result, their black beak often hit her inside her mouth or on her nose. She could not dodge them because of how her nose ring was anchored to the ground.
When the crow began to attack her toes though, the agony grew by one level of magnitude. They managed to pluck the nail to her big toe to feed on the tender nail bed underneath. That caused Felina to scream and buck again. The birds around her face and torso flew away as she thrashed about and roared. Alas, her feet were totally immobilised and secured. She desperately wiggled her toes, curled them, spread them… trying to dodge the beak attacks.
Wiggling her toes seemed only to attract the crows more to her feet. Having learned what juicy meat was under the nail, the large crow hopped across the top beam, when it had eaten almost all of it done to the bone and attacked the big toe nail of her Felina's other foot. It took the black bird a couple of tries to get toe in its beak with Felina doing her best to avoid the same thing being repeated. But once the bird had the toe trapped it used its strong beak to crush the toe and crack the toe nail in two. From there it was easy to get at the juicy reward.
The other bird had observer the other bird and there was now some fight amongst them which got to get to attack Felina's remaining toes. The defeated crows returned to picking at the remains of the rotten meat still sticking inside Felina's orifices. However most of it was gone by now, but the bird did no realize that there were now mostly tearing at Felina's charred flesh.
Her bucking and hoarse scream made them wary to get to close to her face for the moment. One bird spotted that there were also fingernails at the end of Felina's swollen and numb fingers. But there was not good perch to access them at the moment, so the bird used it wing to flutter up and beck at the fingers, hoping it would catch a nail in its beak.
Felina’s throat was hurting from screaming and her voice came hoarse and weak. The feasting of the scavengers upon her feet and toes filled her with dread as she had the impression to be eaten alive. The cruel birds attacked the frailed and most sensitive flesh under her toenails, sending lances of agony down her stretched legs. As more and more flesh got ripped from her toe pads and soles, she doubted she would ever be able to walk again.
At her crotch, with all meat now gone, the stupid crows were actually fucking her holes with their heads as tried to reach further down, tearing flesh from the walls of her holes, causing another level of absurd torture. At least they had stopped stirring her urethra. Her breasts too were now devoid of their food armour and were being pecked at directly, in the narrow spaces between the coils of barbed wire, where her boobs bulged out.
Some birds were now attacking her hands. It had been a long time since she had been able to move them as the blood supply had been strangled so much for days by the barbed wire wrapped around her elbows. She could not move her fingers, could not clench them into fists, leaving them totally vulnerable.
Suddenly all the birds flew away and Felina was surprised to find some guards returning. It wasn't evening yet, so she had not expected them. From the position of the sun, it was still before noon. Unfortunately for Felina, the guards had had a few more ideas how to torture the poor convict and so they wanted to implement those ideas before, the woman was eaten alive by the birds.
One man grabbed the tongue ring dangling over Felina's eyes and attached a similar chain that was already hanging from her nose. Only that the end was not fixed to a weight instead it was pulled up and fixed to the top of the crossbar in the middle. Felina's tongue was pulled further out of her mouth that she had ever thought possible as the weight of her upper body and the iron cast ball, that had been attached to her nose and was now being lifted of the ground, was pulling on it. Instead of her body hanging down vertically, was now bent upwards with Felina's chin at the height of her navel of her bloated belly.
Then Felina's head was gripped and a needle appeared in front of her eyes. Some one pulled her eyelid away from her eyeball and pushed the needle though the thin skin of the eyelid. The needle was pushed all the way through and the thread that was attached to the back of the needle was pulled through to. Then Felina felt more than she saw that the needles was pushed through the skin of her eyebrows, as her eyelid was sewn to her eyebrows. Felina's eyeball started already burning as the procedure was repeated on her other eye. When they were done, the let got of Felina's head and its full weight was again on her tongue.
Before the guards disappeared form her vision again, a grinning guard spat in Felina's wide open eyes.
Felina managed to let out an ultimate scream of agony when her upper body was pulled up by her tongue. Then something seemed to break in her vocal chords and only grunts and hisses came out of her now wide gaping mouth. The pain was double: firstly, her tongue was stretched out to the point of reaching her chin, and it was a miracle she was not uprooted from her mouth; secondly, her nose rings was now supporting the entire weight of the iron ball, so that her head was pulled backward, forcing her mouth to stay wide agape, on the verge of dislocation. Any jerk or movement from her only added to the agony. She tried to contract her abs to relief some of the weight but they no longer were up to the task.
As if that was not enough yet, the sadistic guard sewed her upper eyelids wide open, forcing her to stare at the sky and at her ruined body. At least, until he spat into them, blurring her vision. The sun was glaring directly onto her grimacing, sweaty face. Her eyes produced a lot of tears to keep they moist… but how long would it last before they just desiccated like dry peas?
- Upper eyelids sewed open
- tongue ring attached to the top of the cross, forcing her body to bend at the waist
- All toenails were torn away by the crows
- 8-litres urine enema
- Skewers pierced through her feet, breasts, crotch and tongue
- Skewer up her urethra
- Nose ring chained to a heavy weight, preventing her from lifting her head
- Labia roasted
- Inner thighs and crotch badly blistered
- Thick nail pierced behind her Achilles’ tendons at the end of the T-cross beam, hanging upside down by them
- Breasts coiled with barbed wire
- Elbows barbed-wired together
- Ankle shackles
- Berry-sized metal balls embedded against her heel bones
- Three metal balls embedded deep under her buttocks, against her hip bones
- X branded on the back of her right hand
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- Labia burnt to the root
The crows seemed to had enough for now or maybe the found some other prey in the meantime, as they did not return even after the guards left. Those Felina was left alone, not more then a piece of meat hanged in the sun to dry. The sun was reaching its zenith and was mercilessly burning down on Felina, whose skin began to dry up. The blisters in her crotch area, that had not been cracked by the bird, burst and oozed their fluid, only to evaporated. Felina's tongue and lips were parched and deep furrows formed on the usually moist organs.
Felina's eyes were directly staring at the sun and her tear production could not keep up. At first it help when she moved her eyes to somehow distribute the remaining moisture. But while the crows were gone, the insects were not and flies flocked around her eyes to drink her tears. Since she was unable to blink some flies even landed on her eyeball or walked on it.
There were so many flies crawling on Felina’s body that her skin was barely visible. There were flies of all kinds, mostly black but also some blue, green and red ones. By now, the poor girl had no longer the opportunity, nor the strength to scare them and she could just feel them feasting on her body. They swarmed her stretched holes, they explored each of her folds and wrinkles.
The worst were those moving over her grimacing face. They usually landed on her tongue then crawled along it to drink the moisture from her mouth. They would go as deep as they dared, until they triggered Felina’s gag reflex, which made they fly back to the tongue but never much beyond. Her crackled lips were also a favourite spot, from which they left to explore her flared nostrils. The stretched open eyes were the most painful to the agonising convict. The sucked the moisture from her eyelids, from the corner of her eyes and even crawled over her eyeballs until she rolled them enough to force them away. Their tiny legs touching her cornea were a horrible experience.
For hours, the insects crawled over and invaded last every opening of Felina's body. Her pussy, ass, mouth were swarming with insects but also her nostrils and even her ears had insects crawling in them. Felina's ears were filled with a constant buzz. Felina was losing all track of time, while she suffered hanging inverted from the cross. The bright sun was burning down on her, but with her intestine still full of foul liquid, Felina was not in danger to dehydrate anytime soon.
It was only in the evening again, when the guards came to see Felina. One waved his hands to scare away the insect on Felina's face to see if she still was alive. He quickly made a step back when a swarm of flies came flying out of Felina's mouth. There was a cough from Felina, as a fly had gone down her throat instead of out. "Damn, she is still alive!"
"That will make the next step only easier for us. But first we have to get her down." The guards again used the ladder to access the crossbar. The only thing that held Felina up were the nails in her feet and the tongue chain. The guards dealt with the nails simply by pulling Felina's eett away form the side of the crossbar, while the head of the nail was painfully pulled through the nail hole behind her Achilles tendon. For a few moment Felina was only held up by one foot and the tongue chain, before also her second foot was pulled free. Then it was only the tongue chain holding her up, which wouldn't be that bad, as there was enough slack in that chain for Felina to stand on her feet on the ground. That was, if Felina had the strength to keep herself upright.
There was also still the weight on her nose ring. Felina was forced to look in the darkening sky with her unblinking eyes. A guard was dangling a metal chain with a small ball, that was less than 2 inches in diameter, at its end above her face. "Here is you dinner!" The chain and ball had been lubricated with rancid grease and oil. The guards wanted Felina to swallow the ball, which could open up like a flower once its mechanism was triggered. There was a thread that was weaved into the chain and could be pulled to open the ball once it was in Felina's stomach. That would anchor the chain inside Felina's body and make it impossible to remove. The ball was lowered in Felina's mouth and then pushed down with a wooden rod deeper into Felina's throat. If she didn't want to suffocate, the thief would have to start swallowing and work the greased ball down her esophagus.
As each foot was pulled from the nails, Felina found the strength to scream some more, in particular when she was dangling by just one foot.. Then for a horrible moment, she tried to stagger on her half-devoured feels while connected by her tongue. The pain in her soles was excruciating and on the fear of tearing her tongue out if she fell could keep her up. She braced her body against the cross, trying to steady herself while the guards unhooked the chain from her tongue.
At last she collapsed on the ground, moaning and squirming weakly. She was not given any rest as soon her mouth was stretched open and a bead of metal pushed down her throat. The thing was slightly too big for her gullet and hurt as it was pushed down. Then her oesophagus moved around it to push it down, leaving like a trail of fire down her chest, until the bead finally popped into her stomach. Yet, the chain connected to the ball was still going all the way out of her mouth.
When the guards were sure the ball had reached Felina's stomach, they triggered the spring loaded mechanism to open the ball. There was click inside Felina, that she more felt than heard as the ball sprang open and doubled its diameter. The guards gave the chain some tugs to see if it was securely anchored inside Felina. Then they let that chain be for the moment and turned their attention to Felina's feet. They pushed coarse ropes through the holes in her heels. Afterwards they pushed Felina on her back and twisted her legs so that her feet were up by her chest with knees pointing out to the side. The heel ropes were tied to her nipple at the top of her distended breasts, that were barely recognizable as such.
Once her feet were secure, Felina was pulled in an upright position by the chain coming out of her mouth. When Felina was sitting her overstretched tongue was almost dangling down to her breast. If she had any control left of it, Felina would have been able to lick the remains of her toes with her tongue without any problem.
The guards were not satisfied with having Felina only sit up. Two man lifted Felina of the ground and a third attached the end of mouth chain to the top of the crossbar, where one of Felina's foot had been nailed. Once the chain was secured, the guards let go of Felina. She felt the chain move up in her esophagus, but then it stopped when the opened ball was jammed against entrence of her stomach and it stopped the chain from sliding out completely.
Felina was now hanging only be the chain anchored in her stomach from the cross. A guard gave one of her pulled up legs a little push and Felina's started to turn a bit before swinging back again. Before the guards left her, they lit a small fire directly under Felina. The heat from the flames was not that bad compared to all the other pain in her body, as Felina's ass was about meter above the flames.
As Felina hung from the cross, the spread petals of the anchoring ball were pushing her stomach up, which pressed against her lungs and heart. The pain was inhuman and the anguish of asphyxia even worse. It felt as though her heart had trouble beating and she could hear it pounding irregularly. By now, her dried eyes were mostly blind. She could still see vague blurry colours when there weren’t too many flies covering them. She had stopped rolling them after several flies had got trapped behind her eyeballs, which caused agony when she moved them. Now she just stared blankly straight ahead, which now was at the end of the T-bar, and the darkening sky beyond. As she was unable to lift her legs, they just pulled on her nipples rings, which stretched her grotesquely deformed udders even more. Their huge nipples were now reaching the level of her crotch.
Under her she could feel the heat of the fire. Strangely, it was more of a comfort as the temperature went down. Now and then a flame would rise higher and actually bite her buttocks but compared to the horror happening inside her very torso, it was something she barely noticed.
She hardly moved her arms, still cruelly bound at the elbows. Her hands were free but she could not move her half-devoured fingers anyway so they just hung at a bizarre angle, contorted and like frozen in a perpetual grasping position.
- Anchor in the stomach linked to a chain going up and out of her mouth. Hanging by it from the cross
- Achilles’ tendons holes bound against nipple rings
- Hanging above a low fire
- Upper eyelids sewed open
- All toenails were torn away by the crows
- 8-litres urine enema
- Skewers pierced through her feet, breasts, crotch and tongue
- Skewer up her urethra
- Nose ring chained to a heavy weight, preventing her from lifting her head
- Labia roasted
- Inner thighs and crotch badly blistered
- Breasts coiled with barbed wire
- Elbows barbed-wired together
- Ankle shackles
- Berry-sized metal balls embedded against her heel bones
- Three metal balls embedded deep under her buttocks, against her hip bones
- X branded on the back of her right hand
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- Labia burnt to the root
The smoke that rose from the fire scared away the insects, but it also made Felina's breathing even harder and her lungs were burning constantly as she hovered at the edge of asphyxiation.
Fresh blisters were forming on her bottom as it was licked by the flame. There were hissed irregularly, when one blister burst and molten fat dripped into the flame, making it rise higher and burn Felina even more. And a dark cloud of smoke rose too, that burned in Felina's nostril and eyes.
The skewer that been pushed into her urethra was sticking out from her crotch like a grotesque ultra-thin penis. It was dipping down under its own weight and was being heating up by the flames. The burning that it caused to Felina's urethra was at first drown out by all the other aches and painnof her body, but the heated skewered start to warm up the urine that had started to collect in Felina's bladder. With the skewer blocking the exit Felina had bit been able to pee for some time. And now her urine was slowly heated up and began to boil her bladder from the inside.
Progressively, Felina felt the heat in her pee hole and bladder increase, while she fought to breathe around the stomach chain and the smoke. It began as a weird, even soothing sensation but as the metal rod got hotter, it changed to searing pain that spread up her urethra before reaching her entire bladder. She squirmed, shook her legs even though that yanked harder on her poor breasts. The weak movements were enough to make her swing slightly, which allowed the protruding skewer to move away from the flames, at least temporarily. This slightly reduced the heat, but not to the point of making it bearable.
Her efforts to keep the protruding skewer out of the flames, drained Felina's last reserves. Her constant struggle against asphyxiation became weaker and weaker. As Felina's mind began to slip into a bottomless abyss, the aches and pains all over body receded. She was now only sporadically drawing small breaths and the jerks of her legs were more reflexes, than conscious effort.
Her bulging eyes had rolled up and only showed white. That's how the guards found Felina the next morning. Eyes rolled up, her overstretched tongue swollen, her distorted face puffy and her skin very pale. The convict didn't react to their proding and not even when they pull on her clit chain that had her swing from the stomach chain. "Guess, she is finally dead. Let's leave her up here, as a warning to the others. The crowd will feast on her."
The crowd came as soon as the guards left. A daring bird landed on the chain coming out of Felina's mouth, when there was no reaction at all. He croaked victoriously and picked at one eye. There was a gasp or hiss from Felina's mouth as her eyeball was attack, that startled the bird a bit, but when there was no follow up movement, so he continue to feast at the juicy eyeball. Meanwhile other cows were picking at other parts of Felina's body.
Despite all her misadventures, Felina had always kept hope. Past suffering had taught her never to break, never to renounce. And she hung by her stomach chain during the cold night, preyed upon by mosquitoes, tortured by the most unspeakable agonies, a spark of life remained. Her body was broken, her energy was exhausted… and yet what little was left she kept and focused on her laboured breathing, on keeping her vital organs alive.
When the guards came, she barely noticed them and did not react to their prodding and groping. When they left, she thought that maybe she should have tried that strategy earlier, when she still had some strength in her. It was too late now…
Yet she refused to die.
Who knew it? Maybe Geoffrey would get remorses and send someone to save her? Maybe the Brothel had found her trace and were going to take her back? How peaceful her stay there looked now… Maybe goblins would collect her to breed her in their caves? Everything seemed better than death.
In the end, the only creatures who came for her were the crows. She heard them, she felt their claws on her skin, their beaks digging into her flesh. She could not react. She was too weak. Only when one of them pecked at her unprotected eyeball did she let out a gasp of agony. That was not enough to scare them and they just continued.
It was hard to tell when she died. It was not an instantaneous moment in time. Each peck stole a chunk of her life away, piece by piece, blooddrop by blooddrop. Although she could no longer react, she felt everything, and each pain killed a piece of her mind. It took hours, long, horrible hours until the last particle of life bled out of her utterly destroyed self.
THE END
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