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This is a story I wrote some time ago.It's a little primitive and not particularly well written. But I thoughtI'd post it all the same. The fantasy type is pretty specific so it willnot appeal to everyone's taste.
Punishment Most Severe
It was a place of execution. She knew because that was what they said wasto be her fate today. She had never thought of herself as a spy. True, shehad done some jobs for the French Resistance from her position as a secretaryat the Gestapo Headquarters, but she had never dreamed they would kill herif she was caught. She had expected rape when they discovered what she wasdoing, even some persuasion to make her tell all she knew. In the event, shetold them everything she knew during the interrogation with no physical persuasion.The thought of pain terrified her. And they seemed to simply accept all shesaid. She had never expected this. They had told her that morning and thoughstill in shock, she had readied herself as best she could, coming to termsthat her life was to end today. At least she had done her bit, it had not allbeen in vain.
They had driven to a remote village and into the courtyard of an old coachhouse on its outskirts. There were some twenty uniformed officers includingfour women already there. They were all seated in chairs neatly arranged intwo rows. At first she thought they were the firing squad but quickly realisedthey were too senior for that. She had not been prepared for an execution inpublic. But her mind was still too shocked to reason properly. Her eyes thenfound a strange structure at which the officers were facing. Two heavy uprighttimbers about eight feet apart supported an equally heavy crossbeam, into theunderside of which two metal rungs had been fixed. That was not all. On thecourtyard wall immediately behind the frame, was a huge array of what she thoughtlooked like whips, canes and rods of every description. There must have beenfifty different implements. Perhaps even more sinister, two burly men strippednaked to their waists and with hoods over their heads stood next to the instruments.
The two Gestapo officers who had brought her pulled the horrified girl infront of the frame where the two hooded men took hold of her and held her firmlyby the arms. The seated people were quiet all their eyes on the young woman.She was pretty, though not beautiful. A roundish face with full red lips, greeneyes and a small nose, was framed with shoulder length hair styled in the latestfashion. She still wore the dark green pleated skirt and the cream blouse shehad worn to go to work the previous day, though they were a little disheveledand creased after her night in the cells. Her body was spectacular. The menin the seats (and possibly some of the women too) gazed eagerly at her opulentbreasts moving almost uncontrollably beneath the fabric of her blouse as shestruggled in the grip of her captors. Her legs were pretty too with slenderankles shown to good advantage by the black high heeled shoes she still wore.Her clothes and fashionable hairstyle made her look a little older than hertwenty-one years.
The majority of the people in the courtyard had been there before and wereaware of the nature of the events which would follow. But this was the firstfemale victim and there was great anticipation among the spectators that thisevent would be quite special – especially now that they had seen thatshe was young, attractive and with a most appealing figure.
The girl remained confused, but things were about to become clearer. Oneof the Gestapo officers walked to the front of the two rows of people and addressedthem.
"This woman", he said slowly and deliberately, "MademoiselleMarie Dupont, a Frenchwoman, has been found guilty of spying." The audienceremained impassive. The officer continued.
"For her crimes, she has been sentenced to death and her execution will takeplace here." Behind the officer, Marie sobbed pitifully. "As hasbeen the case with a number of recent captives, we have been authorised tocarry out this execution in whatever manner we see fit. All of us here takethe view that the firing squad is too quick and relatively painless. We believethat those who have committed serious crimes against the Fatherland shouldbe treated more harshly and that they should truly pay for what they have done.That is why we have created this special execution yard. In this place, asyou know is customary, this woman will be flogged to death." He paused.It took Marie some moments to make sense of what he had said, then everythingshe had seen fell into place. She screamed. Her face was slapped hard to quietenher. "Furthermore," he continued, "We will make maximum useof our freedom to punish and will ensure that she suffers to the greatest extentpossible and that the execution takes considerable time to complete. Thereare no limitations here. Let us proceed!"
Without further ceremony, the terrified girl was taken between the posts.The executioners took ropes from hooks in the uprights and tied them tightlyaround her wrists leaving long ends trailing. She was facing the audience.They raised her arms above her and put each of the trailing ends of the ropesthrough the rungs. This done, they then pulled on the free ends until she wasraised up on the tips of her high-heeled strap shoes and tied the ropes offto hooks on the inside of each upright. Her stretched position caused her breaststo press hard against her blouse and their size became even more clear. Manyin the audience shuffled excitedly in their seats. The process was slow andmethodical. This was going to be a spectacle indeed.
Her ankles were then tied to two rungs in the ground set about two feet apartand directly beneath the rungs in the beam. The first part of the preparationbeing complete, the hooded brutes looked to their leader for the signal toproceed. As with most things Nazi there was a formality which had to be followed.
"Strip the prisoner to the waist", ordered the officer in charge.
Marie began screaming again as the men approached her. One at the front puthis hands inside the neckline of her blouse and roughly ripped downwards. Herbreasts bounced wonderfully inside her cotton petticoat. She never wore a brassiere.For one thing, she could not find one which fitted and was comfortable. Butthe main reason was that she had always been self conscious about her bustand wearing a brassiere only accentuated her size. The man behind ripped whatwas left of the blouse from the neck. The sleeves remained intact but thesewere quickly ripped away too. The final action to rip away the thin petticoatwas completed easily and the helpless girl was left naked to the waist. Herprecious upper garments hung in tatters from her waist. The full magnificenceof her upper body was now clear. Her breasts were quite spectacular, full andround with little sag despite their size. Broad, dark pink aureoles adornedthem, and in their centres thick nipples, firm in the cool air, pointed outhorizontally towards her audience. The full breast-flesh still quivered wonderfullyfrom the violent disrobing. Her skin was smooth, unblemished and had an olivehue. Some members of the audience mumbled obscenities to each other. Othersremained silent and transfixed.
Stage two was complete and the men looked again to the officer.
"Very well", he said to them. "Remember, you will both payheavily if the girl expires too soon. The objective is maximum pain for maximumduration. The minimum time will be two hours!" They nodded. They knewtheir job well and they knew how to achieve that objective. They knew too thatwomen tended to last longer than men and that this girl was fit and strong.They were sure she would soak up a great deal of punishment.
"We will begin with the breasts. They are normally the most sensitivearea of the female body and she will be able to feel most pain during the initialphase. However", he shouted, "I don't want her cut for the firsthalf an hour. Too much bleeding too early will shorten the execution." Hewas telling them nothing they did not already know already. His words werefor the audience, for the girl and to heighten the anticipation and tension.This man was a true sadist.
"Use medium weight short straps. You will apply 50 lashes each. Proceed!"
The men walked behind the frame to the huge array of whips. Every imaginableinstrument of flagellation was there. While Marie strained to look over shoulderto see what they were doing, they each took a leather strap from hooks. Thesewere about two feet long, an inch and a half wide and were split for abouta foot at their ends. The leather was bound to a short wooden handle.
They walked to their positions in front and to either side of the girl whostared, incredulous, at the implements of torture about to be used on her body.
"No...", she pleaded. "please...no...not like this. I can'tbear pain. Please...."
Her pathetic pleas simply drew smiles from her audience and no response atall from the officer. He nodded for the flogging to begin.
There were a few moments of silence save the sobbing of the young woman.The tension and apprehension grew to a peak. The hooded man to Marie's right,his strap in his right hand, drew back his arm first. She screamed even beforethe leather smacked hard into the middle of her right breast, immediately acrossthe nipple. The flesh distorted for a few moments, flattened by the blow beforebouncing back to its original roundness. Marie shrieked, as pain envelopedher full, right breast and she was snapped out of her dream-like state of disbelief.The audience had not experienced this before. The hard flesh of the male bodiesthey had seen whipped before offered nothing like this. The man to her left,his strap in his left hand then struck his implement into the same place onMarie's left breast with a similar result. Her initial scream continued asthe incredible pain shot through her nipples, her breasts and through her wholeupper body. She had never imagined such pain.
The audience stared, transfixed, at the barbarity before them. Some men gropedthemselves as they became aroused. A young woman officer tried to hide hergrimaces (sympathy was not in order) as she imagined the pain of the girl.
The executioners continued with their task. The straps lashed into everypart of the full, heavy breasts, with the exception of their undersides. Despiteher stretched position, so large were they that gravity still ensured thata significant proportion of the flesh lay hidden against her rib cage. Somewondered if she had been specially selected for the size of her bosom and ifshe might not, in fact, be entirely innocent. It was not for them to question.
She screamed loudly as each new lash fell. Twenty five strokes had been givenso far. Her tits were bright red and swollen to an even greater size but theskin, remarkably, was not yet broken. Her nipples especially, were on fire.These had received special attention because of the sensitivity.
The lashes continued. At thirty five to each the officer ordered them tostop.
Marie sagged in her ropes as she realized the lashing had ceased. Her chestheaved as she took in great gasps of air. Sweat soaked her upper body. Wasit over? she thought. They had taught her lesson, scared her to death and nowthey were going to stop. Please God, she prayed, let them stop.
Her hopes were soon to be dashed.
"I want all of her breasts lashed", said the officer. "Theywill need to be lifted to expose the undersides."
Any of the spectators who had any doubts about the commitment of the officerwho decreed the form of the execution must now surely have no doubt that heintended to do exactly as he had promised. They watched fascinated as the menfetched sturdy alligator clips from the equipment racks, then clamp one firmlyonto each tortured nipple. Effectively, because of the size of the clamps andin order to have maximum grip and ensure they could not be torn loose, theywere attached to the big aureoles which surrounded the nipples themselves.A new shriek erupted from the young victim's mouth. Attaching a thin cord tothe end of the clip on her left nipple, the cord was put around her neck thenthreaded through the eye of the other clamp. The cord was pulled and her breastswere raised up, nipples pointing upwards, until there was no crease and thewhite untouched flesh of the undersides was revealed. The men collected theirstraps once more and took up their positions to continue.
"The last fifteen of this phase are to be laid upon flesh not yet harmed",came the command.
The flogging recommenced and the screams loudened as the straps struck virginskin and the movement of her breasts caused the clamps to bite and pull onher poor nipples. Blood began to ooze from where the teeth of the clamps bitand trickled slowly downwards. The trickles were splattered across her skinat the point where they reached the target areas of the straps which continuedto descend ruthlessly upon their targets.
The fifty lashes ordered were completed and Marie slumped in her bonds, headhanging forward, gasping for breath and moaning from the pain.
"A satisfactory start", said the officer. "We will returnto the breasts many more times before we are complete, but now we shall moveour attention to the back and continue with a more conventional flogging. Removethe clips"
His men went to the girl. She shrieked again as they roughly detached theheavy clips from her ravaged nipples and returned them to their place withthe other implements. The men looked to their commander once more.
He thought for a moment. "Single thongs, medium weight. We will reservethe cats o'nine tails for later.
Continue!"
The hooded executioners followed their instructions and went, purposefully,to select their next tools.
The young Frenchwoman's pitiful pleas went unheeded. It was true, she thoughtin horror, they really were going to do as they had said. It was unimaginable.
Even as her thoughts ran on, her torturers were moving behind her, theirwhips in hand. She twisted her head to see what was happening and her eyesfell on the evil looking whips they held. Each whip was five feet of shiny,plaited leather. At the grips, they measured about three quarters of an inch.From there they tapered to slender thongs at their tips which lay trailingon the ground. Not lethal, these implements, but much more powerful than theprevious straps, they would increase the level of injury and the level of painfor the young victim.
The second phase was about to begin. The faceless executioners readied themselves,waiting for the signal to proceed. It came after the required time, with anod from the officer in command.
The man behind and to her left, his whip in his right hand, drew back thethong, then swung the whip with his full strength towards the smooth, unblemishedback of the helpless woman. CRACK! A much different sound from the previousimpacts of broad leather on soft flesh, echoed around the courtyard. The leatherbit hard into the middle of Marie's strong back below her shoulder blades.More energy in the new whips but more transformed into sound as the taughtflesh absorbed less of the energy than her soft breasts. Only the Germans couldanalyze such barbarity in such an objective way. Not all, of course. A fewof the more humane amongst the spectators felt some sympathy for the victimof this atrocity. But they could not afford to show their weakness. The consequenceswould be great; they hid their feelings.
Marie screamed with new energy as the whip cut into her torso, the tip curlingaround her body to bite into her ribs. While the pain was at least equal tothe previous lashing of her tender bosom, it seemed, somehow, less horrific,more bearable than the previous phase. This was, at least, how she had imaginedfloggings to be.
The second lash came, as expected from the other side, from the left handedflogger, and left its stripe across the previous one the same part of her back.Another agonized scream came from the full and pretty lips. The semi-nakedgirl twisted helplessly in her tight ropes. A futile reaction to the pain.The executioners were able to pick their spot easily and lay their thongs exactlyacross the parts of her body they so desired.
They had worked hard to achieve their positions, selected for both theirstrength and their commitment to this kind of task. It was not often they hadan opportunity, though, to torture a pretty woman and they relished the job.And neither had whipped one such as this; strong, athletic and with the mostmagnificent chest either had seen. The right handed man, had a particular relishfor buxom women and longed for the next opportunity to punish the girl's breastsonce more. But he could wait. He enjoyed too, the feel of his whip strikingthe flesh of her back. Knowing the pain he was creating; proud of his skillin placing each stroke exactly where he wished. He had dreamed of power suchas this in years past, never thinking that one day he would be able to realizehis fantasy. The Third Reich had given him the opportunity and he was thankfulfor that. He had worked hard for his job in the Gestapo and let his superiorsknew, when the war began that he would be happy to do the more physical partof the intelligence gathering. He had always demonstrated a willingness tocarry out whatever was asked of him and had always been able to hide his pleasurein doing it. He never got particular pleasure from inflicting pain on males,but neither did he object. It was simply a job. He continued, always in thehope and the certainty that one day he would have women to deal with. Thisday was the fruition of his patience and of his labours. Yes, he had workedon women before. But generally older, and not pretty like this one. He hadenjoyed the tasks, but this one was special indeed. He turned his thoughtsback to the innocent girl before him and lashed his whip once more into herback, higher this time, across the shoulders. The expected and exciting cryof pain came once again from her mouth.
They laid the whips at liberty now on the skin of the young woman, withoutorder, simply where they thought the flesh had not been touched or where themost pain would be generated. She screamed as each lash bit into her back.The spectators could not see the welt which sprung up each time, nor the brightred stripes which covered more and more of the smooth, olive skin now brokenin several places from where blood oozed and ran in rivulets downwards beforebeing absorbed by the material of her ruined garments. Stroke thirty of thesecond phase cut into the girl's lower back, snapping around her waist. Theofficer called a halt once more. Marie slumped once more, head forward, gaspingfor breath. Some strength had been sapped from the young girl, but despiteher posture, the experts knew from experience that she could still absorb much,much more.
The spectators wondered what phase three would bring.
To be continued.
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