Jane's Execution

The next day the woman set out early with her servant driving her carriage. She visited a number of farms and explained to the workers her plan. Once she had twenty men recruited, she was satisfied. She then went to the town jailer, agreed a price for what she wanted and paid him.

The following evening the woman met the group of men in the town square and led the  group to the town jail. She banged on the door and the jailer opened it and ushered the party inside. The jailer handed a large key on a metal hoop to the woman, “I’m going for dinner now” he told her, “I’ll be back in four hours”.

The woman smiled “that will be enough time” she said.

After the jailer had left the woman opened the door at the back of the office that led to the cells. There were two small cells and in the right hand one sitting on a small pallet bed sat Jane. She stared in shock. “What are you doing here?” she asked, a distinct tremor in her voice.

The woman moved to the barred door and using the key unlocked the cell. Swinging the door open she stepped aside and allowed the first group of five men in. She turned and smiled at Jane “I thought you may be lonely dear” she said, “so I found some men to entertain you”.

“No, please No” Jane cowered at the top of her bed, drawing up her legs protectively. The simple cotton shift prison gown riding up to reveal her shapely legs.

Two of the men stepped forward and as one of them grabbed the screaming struggling blonde the other took some cloth ties and bound Jane’s arms to the bed frame. Tied down on her back Jane continued to struggle kicking her legs out at the men who were now beginning to undress. “Grab her legs” one of the men said and two men grabbed a leg each gripping Jane at the knee and ankle and forcing her legs up and apart, with her thighs vertical and knees bent horizontal.

The first naked man knelt between Jane’s open legs. He roughly pushed her shift dress up, gathering it into a roll above her breasts. Spitting on his hand he rubbed some saliva onto his erect cock and roughly worked his way into his squealing victim. Seeing the look of abject suffering on Jane’s face filled the woman with pleasure. She moved down the bed to get a better view of Jane’s violation in detail. The membranes inside Jane’s cunt were dry, fear and disgust were causing the deeper muscles of the vagina to contract so the man’s thick cock was making only slow progress in penetrating her. The woman could see Jane’s labia turning inwards as the invading penis stretched the cunt walls deeper. The man started moving backwards and forwards rapidly with each new inward  thrust going slightly deeper into Jane.

Jane’s shrieks of pain filled the room. Her initial disgust at the prospect of violation had given way to pure suffering as the pain took control. Jane had not expected rape to be so painful, but her lack of arousal made her cunt dry and tight and the pain from the friction on her delicate internal membranes and the deeper ache of her stretched vaginal muscles combined to create extreme pain.

The woman moved back to the head of the bed so she could look Jane in the eyes. She smiled in satisfaction at the suffering that was being inflicted. The man was thrusting into Jane more deeply now, his cock moving in and out of her more easily, as some minor lesions in the wall of the vagina created a little blood which provided lubrication.

As the man’s thrusts became more urgent, he started to give small grunts with each thrust. Groaning he drove himself deep into Jane, grinding his pelvis against hers he came. The woman leaned closer to Jane “the first one has fired his seed into you dear. There’s a lot more to come”.

The instant that the first man had withdrawn from Jane and climbed off the bed the second man took over. Perhaps already excited by watching the  proceedings he did not last so long and soon his seed joined the first man’s.

Jane’s initial panic had given way to a hopeless, miserable acceptance of her fate. She had stopped struggling and lay limp as the third, fourth and fifth men used her. She only  noticed that the first group had been replaced by the next five, when her legs, that had briefly been released were once again lifted into the obscene position by a new group.

As the first of the new group, entered her, Jane realised that the profile of her pain had altered. Initially, the pain had primarily been caused by the friction of the invading penises against the dry tight walls of her cunt. This had caused her inner membranes to rub raw and created a few small lesions. The initial lubrication that this blood  provided had reduced the rubbing. More importantly now that five men had all unloaded their semen inside her, Jane was being lubricated by the juices of her assailants. The pain she was suffering now was a deeper aching pain as her vaginal muscles were stretched and bruised. Worse was the pain that was growing in her lower belly where the tip of the new rapist’s cock kept grinding at the very top of her cunt banging into her cervix. This pain grew worse with each thrust and Jane’s shrieks turned to deeper more guttural sobs.

Once the second group had all enjoyed the use of the slim blonde, they too left the cell to allow the third group in. The woman asked the men to wait, and bidding them to hold Jane’s legs up and apart she went to the end of the bed and knelt there. She looked between Jane’s legs delighted to see how red and sore her victim’s inner thighs were. She could not help but smile as she noticed the purple bruising starting to develop on Jane’s pelvic bone. She reached forward and using the forefinger of each hand pulled Jane’s cunt lips open. “Oh goodness” she cooed in a mockingly sympathetic tone, “your poor insides are bright red and so angry looking”. She sighed “and yet we are not even halfway through”. The woman opened Jane a little more so that the dark hole of Jane’s inner vagina was revealed, causing a large gloop of semen to ooze from her, sliding down between her buttocks. “There is so much seed inside you already Jane” the woman said “I don’t know how you’ll manage to take the rest.

As the woman continued to watch, and Jane continued to squeal, moan and cry the remaining ten men raped her.

When all twenty men had used Jane the woman took a small purse of florins that she was carrying in her bag and gave each man a silver coin. She chinked the purse and smiled mischievously “There is plenty more in there for those who would like a second round”.

Three of the men made their excuses and left. The remaining seventeen men took turns to rape Jane again. The blonde had become quiet now, she started upwards blankly, occasionally whimpering if a man’s thrusts were especially brutal but otherwise almost wholly unreactive.

Partly at the woman’s bidding, partly due to unspent lust, ten of the seventeen were able to rape Jane for a third time. These rapes were in many ways the worst as the men took much longer to cum so the numbers of thrusts and length of time each man was on her was far greater. Finally, the last man was spent and the men dressed took their payment from the woman and left.

The woman was left alone with Jane who lay trembling, chest heaving but otherwise limp on the bed. The woman bent over her utterly defeated victim and undid the bindings that held her arms. “You may have lost count dear” she said, “but you were raped forty-seven times, which I imagine hurts quite a lot”. She sat down on the side of the bed and reaching down to Jane’s right thigh pulled her legs slightly apart. She was pleased to note there was no resistance. “You really are very sticky down there dear” she told her, “There is seed oozing out of you and smeared all over your buttocks and thighs. It really is a shame you don’t have any washing facilities in here.”

The woman stood moving to the door she spoke more briskly. “Jane I am well aware that you are not a witch. Indeed, I agree with you I think, there probably are no witches. But you should also know that I took huge pleasure from watching what I caused to happen to you tonight and I will take even greater pleasure from watching what happens to you when next we meet”.

With that she closed and relocked the cell door and, leaving her gently sobbing victim, returned to the main office where the Jailer was already waiting.