Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Fiery Hell for the wenches of Mynasia Author: SickoChickMandy Author'S email: mandydarkfantasies [at] gmail [dot] com Tags: F/f, M/f, nc, extreme, torture, snuff, feet, burning This story is organic part of the world of the Hundred Dukedoms, its events are taking place in the same world where the stories "Lilith's no limit fantasy adventures" and "Gourmand Kyra's Feast" are playing. Summary What happens if a young, beautiful but utterly sadistic Baroness acquires absolute power in a medieval like fantasy world's fantastic country? If no one stands in her way to stop her raging and sexually motivated campaign against those week and helpless people who are proclaimed to be witches? Well, in a place like that people, mostly beautiful females are dragged into torture chambers and burnt alive at stakes a few days later. This is the story of how that takes place. Disclaimer This story involves quite a lot of horrible activities including, but not restricted to, torture, death, bondage, amputation, body modification, cannibalism, humiliation, nudity, racism and slavery. In most case they are done in a non-consensual, unhealthy, insane, destructing, disrespectful, politically- and socially incorrect ways. If you do not like to read such things, we strongly advise you to stop here and now. Should you choose to continue despite our most vehement warning, you would do so at your own risk and responsibility. This is a work of fiction. The characters and actions depicted in this story live only in the twisted mind of their authors. Hopefully they will grow in the mind of our readers as well. However, we do not condone, approve or recommend the acts we describe. This is fiction and should remain as such. Do not do this at home! No animal got harmed during the writing of this story. FIERY HELL FOR THE WENCHES OF MYNASIA THE BARONESS' NEW TOY "What is so special about her?" the Baroness asked and picked a grape berry from the bunch, the tip of her thumb and index fingers' streaky colored nails met each other, easily cutting through the berry's stem and lifting the juicy, tiny ball to the full, red rouged lips. Morlon watched in amazement the elegant motions, the far too beautiful but so much icy cold facial expression, the awareness rising but utterly arty bicolor nails which seemed to be trembling due to the curvy red and yellow streaks resembling the dance of flames. The woman wasn't more than 20, not old though already too mature considering that she wasn't married, what was an arrantly weird fact since she was one of the most beautiful women of the Hundred Dukedoms and the ruler of a rich country, a strong combination indeed. Her face was thin with a scarcely bony pointed nose, her eyes were narrow spaced and big but slightly slanted, what was borrowing her acutely exotic and at the same time a divinely gorgeous look. She was wearing one of those tight and still elegant dress creations what so nicely enchanted her perfect figure and what was mostly black like the darkest night apart from the embroidered far too realistic yellow and red flames on both sides. She was lanky, almost as tall as many men though her gracile stature remained hidden while she was lying on the velvet covered divan. Very few knew however what Morlon did and that knowledge put the questions about the Baroness into a different perspective. Since the death of her royal father occurred one a year ago the before fatherly despotized girl took a complete turnaround. Morlon assumed that the old Baron had to know about the deviant behavior his daughter was possessing and the strict and sometimes directly rigorous rising of the young woman was against these violently raging desires, but when she was finally granted the freedom after his death and her enthronement the suppressed filth burst out like a volcano. In other words the young Baroness's twisted heart was totally averted from such mundane matters like finding a noble man and marries. Over and above she was a lesbian, a secret known only by a few and a factor what determined many things. Allardyce Caralan, the Baroness of the country of Mynasia neglected every responsibilities a monarch was supposed to care for, and she was living only for her wicked passions what was just as ugly as beautiful the Baroness was. She required females, mostly young and beautiful females for fulfilling her sick thirst, and while she was spending day after day, month after month having her fun with those unfortunate souls Morlon and his minions were the one who actually ruled the country. And that was a situation what worth to be maintained. Allardyce was an evil, unstable and hysterical sadist who at the same time happened to be uncommonly creative in inventing new more and more execrable methods to satisfy her degenerated needs. But she was a royal and the lawful mistress of Mynasia. Therefore for a noble man like Morlon she was the easiest and most perfect tool to help him become the Baron. And it needed only time. Just a little bit more. A few months later only his men will be in the key positions and no one will be able to question his claims for the throne. Allardyce had to die of course, but only after the public and unquestionable wedding. Just a few more months left that the psychopath woman was left to play. And until then Morlon himself had to play the sick game as well. He bowed deep in front of the Baroness before began to talk. "She is afraid of fire." "And? Everybody afraid of fire, Morlon! Especially my fire, you know this." the Baroness replied as she frowned her eyebrows but a naughty smile was hiding in the corner of her so cutely lined mouth. "She is not like normal people. A childhood shock. She is profoundly dreading even from a candle flame. She urinated herself when one of the guards approached her with a torch. Gazed at the torch, shook and whined and begged to take the torch away." the richly dressed man explained seemingly gazing at the floor, but with an eye observing the reactions of the Baroness. And he wasn't disappointed, the beautiful creature on the couch began to tremble and her eyes started to gleam. The perverted little bitch immediately got the heat. "Really? Is she really like that?" she asked greedily and bent forward, involuntarily licked her full lips. "Is she really a fire phobic?" "More than anybody I have ever seen, your Highness. A noble prisoner, the granddaughter of our country's most hated enemy, and incidentally a real beauty. Your kind of girl, my lady." Morlon said slow and clear. He wanted to be sure that the woman's excitement grows beyond every limit. He and his men were about to replace the last men from the old Baron's loyal supporters, and he wanted to be sure that the Baroness will be totally occupied with her new toy. It was easy to divert her attention, but Morlon wanted to play it safe. His agents managed to abduct that noble girl who was in fact not the granddaughter but only a second grandniece of Duke Darkhollow who was the ruler of the nearby Darkhollow, the rocky Dukedom what was in constant war with Mynasia over decades. The enemy neither was too strong nor dangerous, but their land laid on that hard to reach tableland so the so called war was just a never-ending series of boarder incidents. Still the captured girl was considered to be the blood of an enemy's royal house, therefore a valuable hostage, or in the current situation a fairly good target of revenge taking for the lost lives of Mynasia's frontier-guards. "Awesome, I want to see her immediately!" the Baroness screamed in pleasure and immediately jumped to her feet immediately changing her lazy cat attitude to a fervent girl. She even cupped her face between her two palms in eagerness; her bi colored freaky nails were really like her fingertips were burning. Morlon found those nails top to bottom tasteless and grotesque, but since those merchants of the far-off Canatse Empire spread their weird pretty-pretties, varnishes, smelling waters and colorful fabrics all over the Hundred Dukedoms more and more wealthy noble women began to buy these little vials of strong colored paints what then they applied to their nails with tiny brushes. But Allardyce was probably the most repugnant among all of them, she was using the colors like she was a last whore, a dirty camp-follower, blemishing her otherwise striking beauty. Morlon had to invoke evoke all his self-command not to let his despise appear on his face as he dutifully gestured towards to the throne room's gate. "Please follow me, your Highness. You prisoner is waiting for you in the dungeon." he said and turned around leading way, the hasty knocks of the Baroness' shoes proved how eager she was. Morlong sighed silently. Just a few more weeks. -- Nallea was only 16 years old but since her age of 12 that curse embittered her life. Inherently she was a thin girl hardly higher than 5.2 feet, she had narrow waste, long and thin legs and arms, her shoulders were bony and her neck was also a bit more than simply slender, but despite her overall physique she had two such astoundingly bulging, sphere like ample breasts like she was wearing two fully developed watermelons under her blouse. The growth of those udders started when she was 12 and only 1.5 years later they reached their current size transforming the reedy girl into something grotesquely unnatural. At least that was how Nallea felt. So many of her girlfriends, including her mother and nanny explained to her time after time that she should have considered herself lucky since men, natural rulers of the world and proprietors of wealth and power were crazy about such giant breasts and with them she became an attractive specimen from being just a flimsy pale girl. It sounded good, but none of them had to carry those heavy balls everywhere, and none of them felt all the time the pain in their waist, nor had they to wake up and reposition their breasts one by one throughout the night when they wanted to turn around in their bed. Apart from this Nallea was a cute girl with straight blonde hair, pale blue dreamy eyes and with slightly large front teeth behind her full lips what had given her an undoubtedly cute look. However this pretty, busty girl was even unhappier than usual. Witnessing how her personal guards were attacked, defeated and gutted by vicious fighters was bad. Being tied, blindfolded and gagged then dropped onto the back of a horse and dragged to an unknown place after two days of riding was even worse. But being left alone after they tore all of her clothes in a small and chilly cold, though at least fresh smelling and not too dirty cell; was the worst. The girl was weeping pitifully and trembled in the cold cell while she crouched in one corner hugging her legs with her arms, though not like normal people because of her tits what naturally kept her body farer from her thighs, her hug had to be much larger in diameter. Good people died, bad and rough people took her and even though they did not rape her but she had to listen their lustful jokes and disgustful comments mostly about herself and her breasts, but they reviled her country and her family as well. She learnt they were the outriders of Mynasia and they expected huge compensation for her kidnap. And Nallea was terrified. She had never left the land of Darkhollow before but rumors spread across the land and found their way to Nallea's home as well through the lips of gossipy maids that the new Baroness of Mynasia was mad. The heavy iron hinge creaked and the door to her cells slowly opened. She hugged her legs even stronger and gazed at the door with teary eyes from between knees. "Stand up, my dear, let me have a look at you." the entering Baroness said and encouragingly smiled at Nallea. The woman was tall, beautiful, elegant though her dress and nails were a little bit creepy, but she was already 100 times better than the ill-bread men who took her here, so Nallea did as she was told, sheepishly covering her crotch with one hand while crossing the other arm in front of her melons. "No, no, my dear. Don't hide what you have, I want to see everything." the woman said and Nallea obeyed, sobbing silently while Allardyce was devouring her young body with lustful eyes. "Who is my precious?" "Nallea Elstar-Darkhollow, a lady of Darkhollow." she answered on high, crying voice. "I will call you Nallee then. I was told you don't exactly fancy fire. Why is that?" the beautiful woman asked and the girl began to visibly shake, like the simple mentioning of fire triggered her horror. "I was a little child. 5 or 6, playing in the barn with some pals after dark, when a torch fell and the hay got alight. In a minute everything was burning around, we were trapped inside. I saw Lilly and Lart, two good friends of mine burnt to death when the falling beam entrapped behind the fire. They screamed, they cried, they pleaded for my help, their hair lit and their faces were like melting. They died screaming at me. I tried to help, I really tried!" Nallea sobbed heavily as she was telling her story in total shock, finally showing her left arm towards Allardyce revealing a large patch where her skin was almost totally white and horribly wrinkled. "But I could not save them. When the help arrived they weren't screaming anymore. The fire killed them!" Allardyce was listening to the sad and terrible story with lusty eyes and she felt her crotch burning from the excitement and overwhelming desire. The girl was a true fire phobic! A young, fresh, strong and delicate feminine creature that was afraid of fire like no one else. And she had such luscious big tits. She was such a perfect toy. 'I have to keep her alive long. I must enjoy this for a long, long time. What a perfect day, what a perfect toy! Seems it's time to hold the long planned purification, the dungeon is getting full with witches, whores and offenders.' Allardyce gloated at Nallea and licked her red lips. "What an unfortunate tale. So you learnt that playing with fire can be dangerous, didn't you? But don't worry, darling, I will help you. Together we will front your fears." she smiled balefully. -- The morning breeze was cold as the sun slowly got higher above the castle's walls. It couldn't glow in its entire glory since greyish clouds deadened its power; the fiery disc on the sky was almost pale enough one could stare into it. The castle of Mynasia was built besides a tower like cliff and historians told the stones were mined directly from the rocky height, what not only gave its own body to his little sister but also defended her from the South and. This, however, also meant that the castle itself was most of the time in shadow, making the thick walls and pointed, ridged towers radiating cold all the year. The castle's inner yard (what was separated by a second line of curtain wall from the courtyard and outer walls, from the blocks of barracks, stables, smithery, barns and warehouses) was facing directly the cliff and only the keep grew above it. If someone was about to reach this area he had to pass a second gate guarded by two low but sturdy towers, and apart from the royal guardians, personal servants and distinguished guests no one was permitted to enter, this is how the privacy of the Baron family was protected. Unlike this morning, when much more people were gathering in the area of approximately one quarter acre. The carpenters were working all the night by torchlight filling the darkness with the heavy blows of giant hammers and nervous shouts, but for dawn the first devices were ready to use. The guests, only a few dozens of people, were not peasants but richer merchants and other commoners of the town Mynasia what laid just a mile away from the castle, and also some local nobles were around alongside those wanderer folks such as adventurers and carneys who happened to be around the city and received invitation. Since rumors began to spread and people gossiped about what horrible acts were occurring behind the wall of the castle and what was the source of the horrible screams which often were audible even within the walls of the Mynasia less and less people accepted the invitation from the Baroness' heralds, but there were still a lot who decided to attend. Some of them were seeking the comity or the support of the Baroness; others came because of fear that otherwise the maddening ruler would have been resented, while some appearing folks actually found pleasure in watching. While Morlon could understand the first and second group (in fact his motives were similar though he was ready to take actions not only accepting the facts) he deeply despised the third kind of people. Those were just as rotten as the Baroness herself and Morlon has very specific plans for them to be launched right after his enthronement. Like the fat noble Lord Acraes who pushed forward jostling people around in haste, like anybody would have taken away his seat located in the first row. The man was sweating profusely despite the cool morning and his fat lips were drooling already. Morlon had seen him rubbing his crotch before while he was watching executions. And there was Madam Lall, the aging wife of Mynasia's best working goldsmith who arrived always together with her 13 years old daughter, standing right behind the armchairs of the nobility. The harpy looking woman had ugly eagle nose and always snarling mouth; she usually hugged her girl from behind and was the one who normally cursed the loudest the victims shouting horrible insults right beside the ears of her daughter. These people were just as rotten as Allardyce, and they deserved to be wasted finally the same way like those whose suffering entertained them so much. He glimpsed to the large, hemi circle, without railings balcony one level higher. The giant velvet coated armchair was massive and almost as big as a couch, this time the Baroness was sitting not laying as she usually did, but the time was very early. One servant was standing by her with a tray full of fruits and a cup of fiery red wine, Allardyce was happily sipping from the bloodlike liquor and charmingly waved to the people down the square every time a newcomer bowed towards her. The busty Darkhollow girl was kneeling next to Allardyce's deerskin booted feet on the cold stone. She was almost totally naked apart from a rough looking blanket what she unsuccessfully tried to wrap around her body, she was visibly shaking and her big eyes widened in fear. An iron collar adorned her neck and a chain led from her collar to the armrest of Allardyce's chair, she was obviously in the status of a slave. Slaves were not uncommon in Mynasia though not too many of them were seen because only the nobility had the right to possess them, and because of the limited numbers of noble clans, only 67 of them were counted, the possible number of slaves were also limited. The citizens of Mynasia brought the question on table from time to time as they also wished the right of buying useful manpower, but the nobility's interest was clear. The merchants of the country were rich, they could buy too many slaves if wanted and slaves could be turned into warriors too easily. The status quo required the constancy of old laws. A clever law was it indeed. Another figure was standing at the door of the balcony, someone who caused Morlon a real headache. The tall man was wearing a lighter form of a plate-armor, though besides the breastplate he wore solid metal on his upper arms and around his thighs as well but the rest of the armor was made of chains. He had a large shield and a one-handed but still heavy looking sword leaned against the wall besides him, not too knightly but doubtlessly a convenient solution. The armament of the man was dingy, seemingly served him in several battles but Morlon was clever enough to know that a man in worn armor is the one to fear. The man did not belong to Mynasia; he was just a wanderer, a knight-errant from the mystical order of Knights of Light, an intruder from Morlon's aspect and a problem waiting to be solved. Sir Rorron was a huge man, he was stinking and his hair just as his beard was greasy as he wasn't exactly a man of tidiness, but he held his title, he had his Knighthood standing behind him. Morlon hated those Knights. They were wandering all over the Hundred Dukedoms, horned into everything and proclaimed themselves being the guardians of purity and defenders of the world against the evil. Officially they hunted witches, warlocks and evil entities but in reality they came and interfered where nobody called them. They were hated though tolerated throughout the Dukedoms, but whenever they appeared the witch burning stakes were indubitably set alight. And here laid the reason why Morlon despised the knight. His presence and approval sanctioned the horrible games of Allardyce. Sir Rorron was the quill with the wicked woman could write her sick story. Morlon tried to approach the reticent warrior but even after such long months he couldn't gain his trust. Morlon had no idea why Rorron was in Mynasia and why he supported the Baroness' perverted and sadistic desires, but he had to have his specific reasons. And better for him to reveal them very soon, otherwise he would fall together with Allardyce and her decreasing number of minions. Murdering a Knight of Light could cause severe diplomatic complications if the truth somehow revealed, but luckily there were no outposts of the order nearby Mynasia, and with time even a Knight murder could be forgiven. The gathering although not too numerous crowd began excitedly rambling as the heavy door leading to dungeon opened. Morlon was happy he did not need to stay and witness what was about to come, important matters required his attention such as further preparations of a bloodless seizure of power. He narrowed his cloak around his tall figure and hurried through the yard, leaving the inner yard. HARLOTS' DANCE They did not speak too much, not in the last couple of days. Right after their imprisonment they were much more communicative, they were kept in the same cell and they knew each other so they tried heartening each other, but after a while as the insults from the guard continued and the rough men kept on raping them day by day after a while they ran out of words. They had no idea how long they have been locked in that small, dark, dirty, awfully stinking, rats and cockroaches swarmed cell since it didn't have any window and the torch light filtered through that little opening on the door was constant, but they were given foul water and musty bread over two dozen times, it could mean they were kept there for three weeks or so. The rapes could occur anytime by various numbers of guards, after a while they began to learn the cruel men's looks and even formed some rough idea about guarding shifts. All the time they came in, they were strident and as careless as a man could be to a woman, they wrestled them onto the ground and raped their orifices without mercy or even the slightest sign of mercy, like the women were not feeling and living humans but only ragdolls for being preyed upon. They were all sore in every possible hole after a few rapes but that did not hinder them in fulfilling their animalistic desires. They called their names, beat them, kicked them, pulled their hair, forced their unwashed dicks into their asses and vaginas, and even aimed for causing bleeding injuries, as one of them once so clearly explained the fresh blood proved to be nicely warm lubricative. All three women were totally broken, they lost weight, lost every last remorse of their dignity and self-respect, they became to human shells without any spirit left inside. None of them lived spotless life, in fact all three of them were just simple whores who sold their body to almost anyone could pay for their company, but outside at least they had the illusion of being a human. But not in the depths of the castle's dungeons. There they really became what they all were afraid of: soulless meat for no other purpose but being fucked. Not long time ago the hideous man came and asked the questions. Are you a witch? Did you use your magical powers to seduce and deprave reputable and honorable men? Did you bewitch, poisoned, robbed your enchanted victims? Do you confess making pact with demons and accept their rotten seed in your womb? The man did not hurt them; he did not shout, did not do anything else but asking the same questions again and again, his dreadful voice filled the little cellar, filled their mind and destructed their last line of defense. All three of them confessed, all three of them signed the confession written on that parchment. Lea only left her fingerprint on the paper, because she never learnt writing. The man left after and they were not raped anymore, no one even entered their cell after that sinister visit. Until now. They came, chained the three women together by their iron collars and the guards began to compel them along the dim, torch lighted corridors of the dungeon. Senya lead the line, she was the tallest and the oldest of them. Though she was not even 25 but after these weeks in the dungeon she was just a pale copy of her former, seductive, naughty herself. She was just as tall as the armed, grey skinned guards and due to all the dirt and blood stuck against her naked body she looked much alike the men at least in her color. Senya still had a luscious figure though she lost a lot weight already, but her breasts were large and were still bouncing pertly like they were filled and stretched from inside by water, her waist was slender with round and very attractively curved bottom evolving into round and firm as cheeks, which were however two red semi-spheres of sore flesh with only few spots of intact skin, no woman in humankind's history ever received so many spankings like she did. Senya's face was really pretty, absolutely ladylike, she possessed the head of a noble woman with her thin but still nicely curved lips and pointed, proud nose, though the beauty of her long-lashed blue eyes was deeply hidden under the swollen, black bumps. She was heavily haled herself up the cold rock stairs. Her dark long hair reached her waist behind covering the welts on her back caused by the belts hitting her while she was being raped. Senya was unable to close her legs since her sphincter was ruptured after one of the latest, vicious rape when the guards forced the hilt of a sweeper deep into her rectum, now her anus was turned inside out, totally prolapsed like she had a little volcano standing out from where her asshole used to be, between the dewlapped creases dried blood and dried cum glistened in the dancing lights and since her ass could never be closed again with every step small chunks of soft, unhealthy shit-splotches slid from the opening, some of them blocked by the puckers while others fell onto the stone floor, just to be being smashed by the heavily dragged feet of Teenee. Teenee was most pudgy girl in the trio but in fact she was still not too fatty but delightfully meaty, although during her stay in the dungeon she also lost a lot weight. Consequently her huge breasts weren't bouncing anymore but they were weakly hanging and swaying slightly like udders of a cow, they resembled two elongated sacks which were half filled with water so their upper half narrowed and wrinkled obscenely. At least her palm sized areolas and finger thick and length nipples kept their turgidity, though both were densely covered by smaller and larger blood blisters, the marks left by those playful guards who so much enjoyed twisting those worm like nipples or carving their fingertips into the darker skin area. Just like her mammary her waist and mostly her wide and swinging bottom have also suffered the weeks of starving, dimpled streaks formed on her skin though they were hardly visible under the dirt. Teenee was almost a head lower than Senya and her shoulder length, red curly hair outlined a freckled cute face with a pug nose and widely opened, terror filled eyes. Because she was the loosest Teenee handled the never-ending raping the most easily, though the inner side of her thighs was also densely covered by dried blood. Albeit she and Senya were working in the same brothel but the classy brunette was mostly entertained the more wealthy merchants and craftsmen (she was correspondingly much more expensive), and Teenee was mostly popular amongst regular folks or soldiers having time away, what naturally gave her more expertise of handling lust craved, blindly jabbed cocks. Teenee stepped on a usually large pile of freshly beaded Senya shit, and as she pushed herself forward from that sole her foot slipped. Her sturdy toes with their extremely wide-area toenails hit a crack in the stone ground, sickening sound indicated that two of her smaller toes broke, and as her scream deafened harlots and guards a bullet of sole launched Senya shit flew in the air and splashed against the flat chest of Lea. Because the illiterate girl; who was only 14, younger even from Teenee with 3 or 4 years, was almost as flat as a boy. Her body was thin, like a wooden puppet with twigs like limbs. The almost invisibly convex mounds of her breasts or her straight, curve less ass were all very unfeminine, not to mention that huge gap between her thighs what made it almost possible for one to get his head in between the girl's legs without having them opened. The only things looked large on her were her hands and feet, like these appendages were growing years ahead. Lea had long palms, fingers and toes which could belong to a much taller and heavier amazon but not to a fragile thin creature like her. Even her finger and toenails were wide and long, so all her strangely scaled body portions were generally giving her body the overall impression of spindliness. There were two clear proofs however she wasn't a boy. First of all she had the cutest, most innocent girlie face ever with large, dreamy brown eyes, silk like wavy blonde hair and delicately rounded nose. Secondly between her distant legs she definitely had a sparsely forested pussy, though between the almost invisibly blonde hairs were heavily glued together by dried spunk and blood. As one more surprise the underage girl inner cuntlips were protruding an inch away from her slit. Some stretching of course was caused by the raping guards since they loved to pinch those moist little meaty wings and tug on them, but the rest was coming from her whore profession as a clear sign that despite her boyish body Lea was one of the most demanded harlots of the brothel they were arrested from. Lea's eyes widened in terror as she heard the cracking of Teenee's toes and she stopped, but her narrow back was kissed immediately by the biting tip of a whip. "Move, bitches, move! Who gave you permission to stop?" a guard roared and the girls miserably continued their way up to the sunshine, where - as all three of them suspected - death awaited them. -- Allardyce charmingly smiled as the guards lead the three condemned women in the middle of the yard. All three of them were nictitating wearily as the sharp rays of the sun burned their darkness-adapted eyes. All of them were stark-naked apart from the iron collars around their necks, they desperately tried to raise their arms and hide their eyes but the escorting guards immediately slapped their hands back next to their body. They were all dirty and even from the relative distance Allardyce could smell the stink surrounded them as the morning breeze drifted the stench of the dungeon. Their body was messy of all sorts of disgusting soiling, seemingly the majority of the dried materials originated either from themselves or from the guards. The Baroness did not really understand how the soldiers could touch these awfully disgustful wenches; though they were supposed to do that every single day and based on what she saw they indeed followed the orders. Her men did a good a job in softening the whores, Allardyce particularly liked the inside out turned ass of the tall slut. Herself she would have never even visited them in the dim and stinky dungeon and especially would not touch such disgusting bodies, but the sight of the broken and utterly humiliated naked female bodies warmed her soul and something else between her legs as well. The Baroness whole-heartedly smiled to the crowd as the guards guided the former prostitutes towards that nasty looking contraption what was built during the night. One of the whores, the little slut behind began to scream and wail so the guards had to land several blows onto her childish body until she made the last few steps, while the second, the fat bitch fell onto ground and two men had to drag her to the frame where the preparations could be finally commenced. The freezing and dismayed Darkhollow girl closely observed the happenings one level down and seemed that slowly but surely she started to believe what she was seeing. Notwithstanding she had never been so aghast in her short life before but somehow she found the courage and strength in herself to speak. "What... what will happen to them?" she asked even if her voice was hardly audible. Nallea surprised herself but she was indeed flabbergasted when an answer arrived. "They will be executed. Officially because they were bad girls, you know; that witchy-slutty kind who seduced men against their will and put a hex on them. Not because I would not believe they did such things, these are spiteful and depraved wenches. However, my precious little thing, their execution is for you as well. Something really memorable you will never forget." Allardyce smiled sweetly. "The idea and the scenario are mine, then the details were elaborated by my executioners and chief carpenters. See, I invented the concept and within a day every little detail was worked out and the plan materialized. That's what I call creating imagination. Consider yourself very lucky by reason of being here and witnessing the upcoming fun. Me and my loyal craftsmen did the all the hard work, you only need to enjoy." the Baroness explained conversationally and even patted Nallea's head like she was a pet of some kind. Meanwhile down in the yard they removed her collar and cuffed Teenee's wrists behind her back then two guards grabbed and lifted her in the air. Soon a third man arrived and they could finally able to raise the hysterically crying girl. Despite the forced diet she was still around 160 pounds. And Teenee had hell of a good reason to wail and oppose. The contraption looked like the frame of a huge swing with two "A" shaped supporter components bridged by a horizontal beam. The A parts were over 20 feet away from each other, the distance between the supporters' stems was around 10 feet and the circular beam was resting about 12 feet high. The whole timber construction was robust and was glistening from the morning dew; its surface was splintered as there was no time for profound woodworking over the night. Nonetheless not the scale or the shape of the frame what frightened Teenee so much. Her violent reactions and terrified screams were to be ascribed to the farther accessories installed on and around the contraption. First of all there was that cubical pile of neatly adjusted wooden logs which was located right under the crossbeam, close to one of the A shaped trestle. The base of the pile consisted horizontally pieced together blocks of wood while on the top the logs were smaller and standing upright, while all the gaps were densely filled up by strapped together bundles of sticks and dry straw. From the middle of the log pile a wooden pole was protruding tapering towards its end. From the beam in the plane of the pole two thin cords were hanging with loops at their end, the familiar knobs of two sliding knots were apparent. Using easily portable wooden stairs the guards climbed on the top of the pile and first a fourth guard pulled the loops to Teenee's hanging udders, enclosed the noose around the withered skin of her breasts right at their root then tightened the knots until the they began to dig into Teenee's skin and flesh. As soon as the thin but scraggy rope seized the pudgy girl's twitches piped down, she simply felt that every kick or convulsion just tightened the knot even more. As a next step the men positioned Teenee right above the peaked pole and with confident expertise lowered her, one of them facilely reached to the girl's sore asshole and drove the wood into her rectum. Teenee squealed in fear and her legs kicked out but nothing she could do, they rolled her hips left to right and back a few times until the pole entered her ass at least 5-6 inches deep. The pole was thick and sturdy, at least two inches in diameter, but after the last weeks of never-ending rape sessions this fact did not cause bigger than usual discomfort to the harlot. But she was terrified beyond human measures. Finally a small, labile stool was placed at the base of the pole and the guards forced Teenee's sweating legs down until her toes found that footing, her long and meaty toes were like grabbing the plinth. The heights were calculated well, Teenee had to stand on tiptoes if she wanted to shun the pole sliding deeper into her, and she did so, stretching her legs down in in front of the pole while the nooses' strings also taut pulled her breasts slightly upwards. The guards returned to the captives and Senya was the next being led to the hideous contraption after her collar was removed and wrists were cuffed behind. Unlike her lecherous girlfriends the brunette did not resist but even raised her head and tried to show some kind of a pride, although she couldn't stop her tears, and her waddling walk caused by her prolapsed ass also largely decreased the dignity of her last steps. Her prepared scaffold almost identical to Teenee's with one small deviance. After she was lifted in the air first the pole was superposed to her apple sized protruding ass and as the tip of the stake was forced inside her rectum it literally dragged the ruptured ass with it, audibly making severe discomfort because Senya wailed miserably all the time. Her long, lean legs stretched to their maximum length when her stool was given under her and she managed to find her balance easily, facing Teenee from the distance of 15 feet, they were heighted by the piles on to the same level. But the beam above, though had two hanging ropes, but those did not end in loops but in two, nasty looking, curved iron hooks. They were sharply pointed and it soon became apparent that their cross-section wasn't circular but flat, and both the inner and outer edges were honed to as sharp as the razor of a knife, the sunlight evilly reflected from them. Senya's beautiful face contorted in pain and she screamed out loudly as a guard stabbed the tip of a hook from under into her glorious breast, driving curved iron almost totally into the soft, fatty flesh of the marvelously full mammary. The same violent attack carried out against the other luscious hemisphere as well, the unbearable pain almost made Senya losing her footing and but her desperately clawing toes finally found their balance again. The now deeply embedded knife-like hooks pulled the stabbed breasts upwards and Senya immediately got the diabolic idea. For Teenee struggling and kicking will lead to slow sliding down on the shaft while her breasts will be slowly sliced off by the tightening string, while herself will face the pain and terror as the hooks cut themselves through her prides, slicing them in half. And finally the time of Lea had come as well. Even though she was the smallest but happened to be the fiercest one, she was shrieking, beating, kicking and biting with all her might, to no avail of course. The well-nourished guards easily overpowered the lanky girl and dragged her to the third pile what was standing between Teenee's and Senya's pitifully moaning figures. By the aid of a ladder one of the guards climbed onto the crossbeam and waited his comrades to lift Lea up until he could grab the blonde girl's clawing fingers. Lea's hand, opposite of her palm was positioned against the beam, then the guard placed a large, rusty nail against her palm and with a hammer landed half dozens of heavy blows onto it. The nail ran through the fragile flesh and bones like knife through butter, and then was driven deeply into the wood. The small girl was screaming so loudly that the nearby crowd stayed silence; no one could imagine such strong voice from such a small and young creature. With every blow her overly long fingers curved forward more and more as the entering nail pulled her tendons shorter, and after finally both of her hands were nailed to the wood her two bloody hands looked like the claws of an eagle ready to grab their prey. The hanging toes of Lea were a little bit higher than the feet of the two other whores while her pile of wood was the same side, but the preparations had not finished yet. Though she was still struggling weakly but the guards could cuff Lea's ankles then linked chains to the cuffs. Lea had Teenee on her right and Senya on her left, around 5-5 feet away, so the chain from her right ankle was pulled towards Teenee until the blonde had to open her legs in 45 degrees even more exposing her sticking out cuntlips. Like the most natural thing in the world a guard climbed up to Teenee, reached between her dried blood, urine and sperm covered thighs, took a firm grip on her helpless cuntlips, stretched towards himself until Teenee was gasping in pain then with stabbed a knife through the meaty lips puncturing both at the same time. A large and heavy though not completely closed iron ring was lead through the bloody, jagged holes and finally with a sturdy pliers the guard completed the circle forcing the open ends against each other. As a final act the chain lead from Lea's ankle was locked to this ring. Meanwhile the same procedure was performed at Senya's side as well, and when finally the guards left the condemned women all three of them were linked together with Lea in the center. Despite the horrible pain in her hands the girl realized that letting her legs loose and just hand would induce very sensitive pain to her fellow harlots as even in that semi-opened position the cuntlips of the others were pulled forward, and as even worse, that pulled their hips as well threatening them loosing balance, what would trigger not only the further mutilation of their breasts but also their sliding deeper on the stakes. "One more ring for the little one and hang a prison ball from it, not fair that she had the most ostentatious one and nobody cares." the Baroness' gleeful command arrived from the balcony, and the guards immediately jumped. Lea's grandiose cuntlips were drilled and ringed, and a minute later one of those heavy balls were hanging from a chain, although the chain was too long and the ball actually rested on the top of the pile, but the naked weight of the chain was enough to stretch the innocent looking whore's lips even more down. Allardyce took another cup of sparkling, velvety wine and sipped into it. She smiled at Nallea who was gazing at the preparations all the time with wide open eyes and never stopped shaking. It was not because of the cold anymore, the sun was rising higher bathing the castle in its pleasant warm. Nallea was trembling because she was a bit naive and inexperienced, but not totally silly. She did understand what was about to happen, she was just simply unable to believe that such human depravity exists. Allardyce slowly rose from her chair and smiled at the people down on the yard. Many eyes looked back. She saw disgust, lust, excitement, despite, and when she turned her gaze towards the prepared wenches she saw terror and panic. And that was the sweetest of all. "Good people of Mynasia!" she spoke on clear and loud voice what was drifted away by the wind high into the glorious, shining morning. "We gathered today to witness the power of justice and the glory of goodness! These women, these malicious spawns of worms feeding demons were arrested by my brave and devoted soldiers and were brought to you to see their disgraceful end. These women, or better to say, these shameless harlots were poisoning the life of our beautiful town, they were threatening our men and children, our livestock and our purity. These evil creatures were selling their sinful body to our men but in reality they were stealing the soul of our people, have been cursing them, and corrupting them. And there are many like them. They are everywhere and they will never stop craving for our souls. But here in Mynasia their unholy mission won't be fulfilled. In our country we fight them and defeat them. We have the courage, we have dedication and we have Sir Rorron from the sacred order of the Knights of Light. Here, you miserable witches you don't find anything else but your death!" Allardyce raised her voice even higher, turning the end of her speech into a shrilling screech. "As you confessed being witch and having a pact with the dark forces of demons, in the name Mynasia and justice, We, Allardyce Caralan, Baroness of Mynasia and the keeper of its lands and defender of its people, sentence you to death by purifying flames. Lit the fires!" the beautiful woman shouted, then followed by the watchers loud applause all the dungeon guards gripped a torch. -- "This can't be happening, Gods in heaven help me, this can't be happening!" Teenee cried; tears wear streaming down her face from her widely open terrified eyes. "Fuck you, coward bastards, you stinky sick spawns of leprous bitches!" Lea was shouting loudly at the approaching man, her figure was just as meager as her childish voice grew in volume and in bad language. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I lived sinful life, please forgive me!" Shenya turned her face towards the blue sky and whiningly prayed to her God. Every piles were approached by two of the guards and they, following their rehearsed pattern, began to touch the torches' flames to the straw bunches around at the base of the pyres, lighting the desiccated plant parts all around. The men soon withdrew but the ghostly, yellowish lights inside the pyre's were getting lighter, and the cracking of dried wood became louder and louder. Some surprisingly white smoke began to rise but the morning breeze immediately swept it away. Teenee's crying amplified just as the fragile Lea's unladylike insults. "You will die, all of you, you weakling maggots, you ball-less sick fucking bastards of syphilitic whores!" the teenage whore roared while her legs tugged on the chains making the breast hanged about to be impaled wenches' labia stretched out. The guards just as rest of the crowd cheered happily, considering her situation the girl's threats were so ridiculous that they had to laugh. So did the Baroness as well, her sparkling laughter was full hearted and delightfully honest. "Some of these low level prostitutes are really entertaining, my favorite kind of execution meat to be honest." she told to Nallea in good mood. "They are usually very rousing and comically vulgar. Especially when the flames start to roast their defiled sex. Can you imagine how many man-seed these sluts drained into their slits? But my fire cooks all filth out of them. And the best is that they can keep on entertaining us until the last moment! You know a fire, especially a huge bonfires like these emits a lot smoke. Normal burnings usually end after a few minute or so because the witches are suffocated by smoke and soot. However my Chief Executioner is a real artist. He builds piles which support the flames from under, but trap the rest of the smoke under the logs until lateral airflows clean it out. And here, right here, we have a constant breeze. None of the bitch witches have to worry about being exposed to smoke inhalation. At the same time they have some other things to deal with." Allardyce was tattling and her long nailed fingers protectively caressed Nallea's blonde hair. "Help me! Somebody help me! It's closing, it's closing!" Teenee squeaked and she twisted her neck as much as she could in order being able to stare down next to her upwards pulled udders. She saw some whitish smoke filtering through the top logs and between the gaps, for her ultimate terror, she could see the flames reaching higher and higher. She felt the heat as well naturally, not too much yet, just like an unusually hot breeze, but it intensified rapidly, and Teenee's robust toes curled back on the stool as a feather like glowing piece of ash hovered to them. Even Lea stopped shouting and stared downstairs with terrified face, nothing has blocked her vision so she could observe the most clearly how the inside of the pyre changed to a fiery hell. The muscles cramped throughout her skinny legs as she still tried to keep them out and save her friends cuntlips, but the pain in her hands and the raising hot air forced out involuntary convulsions, the quick twitches pulled out the tortured flesh petals grotesquely. "Don't! Lea! Please don't move!" Senya screamed as horrible pain struck her cunt, she was tearing and moaning just like the others but her hooked breasts made her stand much more motionless. "Oh the first minutes, the shrill of anticipation, the certainty of the upcoming, this is so marvelous." Allardyce sighed and rubbed her thighs together in growing sexual excitement, her depraved reactions remained cloaked under the velvety fabric of her long dress. Nallea was shocked beyond human measures, she was kneeling their motionless and gazed at the unimaginable cruelty without blinking, her pretty face was a mask of terror, just as contorted as the sluts' down the yard. A suddenly striking strong wind gust waved the flags at the tip of their poles, blew a hat from a man's head and drifted it beyond the wall, but as its most spectacular effect it hiked up the fires, making the fires angrily flare and reach higher. Teenee and Senya screamed out at the same time as the so far warming flames suddenly grew higher, their swaying fingers sneaked through the rifts between the logs and reached the bottom of the stools they were standing on. The palpable temperature immediately jumped to another magnitude and the air around their feet began to tremble visibly. Both wenches, as the most natural reaction to extreme heat, leaped with two feet, but in a completely different manner and with different result. Teenee's overweighed body could not exert enough power and her clumsily kicking legs quickly fell back, but the string immediately tightened around her now bulging breasts which slowly turned to blue and the veins stood out on their surface like a dense system of winding canals. Her stool made of overly dry timber set alight immediately around its edges, and Teenee's ludicrously wriggling toes sank into these for the time being puny fires. Senya's desperate jump was much more ambitious and elegant, the shapely legs flew in the air like she was an acrobat and the swing even lifted her ass a few inches up on her spike, but then her body was dragged back by gravitation and her reverse course was blocked by sharpened hooks tearing into her bleeding breasts. Her straight legged pointe was kept on for a few seconds while her weight was mostly pulled by the hooks inside her remarkable mammary and was a bit supported by the tip of spike deep in her colon pushing against the sensitive wall of her intestine, then her legs began to kick once, twice then fell back, making contact with the searing flames. "Hoot! Noo oohhh noo soo hoot!" Teenee screamed and Senya's answer wasn't late. "Aahhh! Heeelp! I'm huurt! This huuurts! Nooooo!" Two harlots were screaming at the top of their lungs as the nasty part of their execution has started, and soon the third one joined as well. Even though she was higher but nothing protected Lea's cunt from the raising hot streams especially that her legs were open, and since the flames were engulfed the prison ball resting on the top of the pile their heating effect could directly tickle the blonde whore's inner thighs and crotch area. The reedy girl joint the screaming letting out her remarkable voice as loud as she could, but she was the only one who showed any fighting spirit in her words. "Animaaals! Fucking beaaasts! I cuurse youuu! I fuucking cuurse youuu!" she roared and that was the point when she couldn't keep the cuntlip saving legs position anymore and began to tug on the chains due to powerful kicks. The uprising heat seared the subtle blonde hairs all along her legs but the real pain she felt was right at their cunt so she instinctively tried to protect her pussy by bending her knees and bringing her feet to her crotch. And that was very bad news for two pairs of ringed cuntlips. The crotches of both Teenee and Senya were pulled forwards as Lea was frantically kicking in order to protect that juicy pussy, but even if they were only thin lobes of flesh the cuntlips pulled her ankles back. Lea shrieked loudly and doubled her efforts, twisting her bottom side to side as she used the power of her whole body to pull her feet closer, what finally resulted the extreme stretching of the damned pussies. This interlude was not exactly indifferent for the others, but meanwhile they have some other issues to deal with as well. The fires got more aggressive and they would roast feet even if the stools were not burning, but since the little supports set alight too the tip of the highest flames reached Teenee's and Senya's knees. Senya was the much more athletic and she leaped and leaped again into the air inducing the hooks but deeper into her tits and turning inside out the whitish, fatty tissues on the underside of the pert globes, but after her third jump she managed to push her scorched soles opposing each other against the shaft. Her knees open wide like she was a frog impaled and the position was obviously very hard to keep, her legs were shaking wildly, her elegant toes tried to find a firm grab on the smooth, planed surface. She managed to stay like that though was unable not prevent the shaft slowly sliding deeper into her ass. She was a whore after all and had deep and experienced ass even if the pole was as thick as a man's arm, but every quarter inch of sliding meant the hooks pulled her breasts more and slowly but steadily progressed inside her meat, cutting her skin, milk glands and fatty flesh further. Above the burning stool's flames reached almost as high as her toes which were her last hope, and the horrible heat began to burn her toes and squarely shaped toenails. The extensive heat first made the tip of the toes bubble as large blisters began to form from her nail bed towards the pad of toes. The blisters, like pulsating bubbles grew larger and larger as the blood and fat inside her tissues melted and collected together then they popped out revealing the red flesh under what immediately began to blacken as every drop of moist evaporated. Her toenails began to melt, deformed slowly, first from the smaller toes then the big toes' nails followed them, they shrank slowly into tiny pieces of charcoal while the flames playfully caressed along all the toes and the top of her feet, melting out more fat what immediately lit until the feet themselves were burning. Meanwhile Senya was screaming so pitifully letting out her high pitched voice like she did before all the time when rich customers paid multiple coins for her sexual services, only that those screams were faked (though she was famous of having very erotic voice), but this time the similar sounding shrieks were very real and utterly honest. For Teenee the options were much more limited, she had no chance to save her feet. Just like Senya she was jumping and jumping again each time constricting the rope around her breasts, but finally she didn't have enough power to attempt again, and was standing there, knee deep in fire and was screaming with wide open mouth. In total desperation she tried to keep her balance on one leg while straightened the other but it didn't help, the flames were getting not only higher but wider as well and no matter where she put her legs they were scorching her skin everywhere. Sweat covered her whole body due to the never-ending cramping convulsions and extreme heat; the sweat-drops evaporated and were immediately substituted by new ones. Alongside her lower legs fat was thawing out of her flesh and the drops set alight so her lower legs and feet were actually baking in their own fat. This impermanent stage lasted for a few minutes and that was enough for all three women to scream their throats totally hoarse, then the Teenee's stool gave up and collapsed into the fire. That made the girl kicking out quickly as her body weight was pulled by the cords and she began to scream on a renewed level as her breasts were squeezed by unrelenting force, cutting deeper into her udders, forcing the rest of the flesh globes getting tighter from the internal pressure. Sweat was glistening on the surface of those now stiff mammary which finally looked almost as luscious as Senya's. Unfortunately the advantageous transformation of her loose tits did not bring too much joy for Teenee, mostly because it claimed horrible pain; moreover Lea's frantically kicks finally lead to some result. Teenee's labia stretched to a point where she felt how the root of the lips were tearing, then the next kick proved to be fatal to her pussy, the heavy iron ring cut through her sensitive flesh and spraying blood into every direction it finally broke free. The torn half of the cuntlips flew through the air following the discursive ring, and then they fell into the fire under Lea and disappeared forever. Lea could finally raise one leg and tried to turn her sole towards her exposed vagina in vain attempt to protect her sex from the tremendous heat, her finger like toes were wriggling like many little worms as she tried to cool them down but the raising hot air seared everything and everywhere without mercy. The young whore only realized that no matter what she was doing the horrible pain wasn't easing and that drove her to fight for the control of her other foot as well, twisting her body from side to side, screeching and screaming inarticulate, and convulsively tugging on Senya's pussy. The brunette's labia were no match for a vital leg anymore and they also tore freeing the ring accompanied by Senya's hoarse squealing. Lea brought both of her feet under her and she bent her ankles until her soles face her crotch and top of her feet were facing down. This position gave her momentary relief, two feet provided enough surfaces to cover her cunt but unfortunately her toes and shins were also sensitive to the heat. She also immediately felt how the prison balls' chain was heating up, conducting the fire's power directly to her labia. "Let me gooo! Fuck you, just let me goo!" she finally screamed when the top of the pyre collapsed under her ball and it fell into the center of the fire, applying all the weight to her cuntlips, stretching them without mercy. Glowing embers flew high as several burning logs snapped under the heavy ball, and the cloud of red stars swarmed over her feet and ass. She kicked out revealing her cunt to the heat again, the ankle chains were fluttering in the air as she screamed and shook, blood flowed from the horrible wounds of her palms and her clawed fingers wiggling like she was waving to somebody. Her legs and crotch began to redden, no blisters were forming yet but the pain had to be unbearable though Lea was far away from the agony what meanwhile reached Senya. The beautiful brunette had to give up her acrobatic position when Lea tore her pussy and her soles fell back, breaking the half-burnt stool immediately to pieces. She reached forward and up with her gooseneck and wailed long and high until she emptied her lungs totally. Her long but already charred toes were pitilessly searched for support, her slender legs were straightened down deep into the flames to find a fixed point, while the hooks cut deeper and deeper, with every little twitch, with every agonized squirm sinking more into that profusely bleeding tit flesh progressing from the bottom to up, practically reaching the nipples and not simply cutting through them, but in fact destroying them. Losing their footrests and weakening so badly both Teenee and Senya had to suffer the inhuman agony as the flames still developing engulfed half of their body, reaching their mutilated cunts. The spectators couldn't see clearly what was going on hip down as the fires covered the clear vision, but every time when wind spread the flames they could get a glimpse of horribly burnt, blisters covered, red, brown and black mosaic skin of the women legs which were still kicking desperately and their bodies were wiggling so intensely like thunders were striking them moment after moment. Their screams were not loud anymore but that did not reduce the horror of them. The flames freely kissed, licked and ate the cunts and some steam like little puffs of clouds indicated whenever one of the sluts spurted another stream of pee directly into the fires. "Typical! Whores like these always urinate themselves when their cunts are roasted. But as I see you do join them." Allardyce smiled as the utterly shocked Nallea peed under herself soiling her thighs, and just a moment later her guts were released as well and the stench of excrement raised from her position as she emptied her bowel, pushing out a fair sized turd right onto the balcony's ground. The girl was still silent and in some kind of a catatonia though her forever tearing eyes and shaking body indicated, that she was very much aware of what was going on only a few meters away from her, the heat radiating from the pyres were clearly sensible at their location. "Oh Nallee, my precious, look what you have done, you messed yourself! Now we can take you for washing after the fun, before we retire to my room." The Baroness happily laughed then turned back her attention to the three whores. The best part was about to come. And indeed, the agony cramped women performed hell of a show. The fires were lit around 15 minutes before and the constant pressure on the four cursed breasts reached a goal. The loops narrowed so tightly that the already reddening, blue veined, horribly bulging shiny breasts' roots practically disappeared. The string already cut through the skin and was deep in meat, but as the pudgy girl found her voice and strength again for a moment and kicked out several times accompanied by an extraordinary violent whole-body squirming, the thin rope finally constricted totally only with a few seconds deviation between the two udders. "Kill meeee nooooo!" Teenee cried and the next moment blood spurted into every possible direction from her chest. The now only knot-sized totally concise loop leaped up while the mutilated breast fell down. While blood was spurting out from it slid along Teenee's blistered belly and from between her legs disappeared in the roaring depths of the pile. Teenee was hanging from breast lopsided a bit then the other udder left its owner too, though the string pushed this fat globe away from the chest and the bloody cooking mammary drew a flat curve in the air. Teenee's wailing was not human anymore; the fires immediately began to cauterize the horrible wounds on her now totally flat chest. The flames were high enough now to lit her hair and scorch off her eyebrows but as soon as every other support was lost Teenee, driven by her weight, began to slide down on her pole in the ass. This was not intended to be a multiple days long impalement, the stake's tip was pointed enough to puncture internal organs relatively quickly, and while Teenee was still screaming and kicking wildly her body began to lean back changing the angle of the pole's entrance. Unfortunate Senya had to face her similar fate as well, the hooks continued their gruesome way throughout her breasts and the convulsions triggered by the roasting of her upper body helped them to fulfill their ugly purpose. "Don't want to dieeee, pleeasseeee tooo hoooot!" she screamed again and again while the skin was transforming into one huge blister on her legs and around her crotch. Even in her extreme agony her face was almost beautiful and when she dramatically vomited that few bits of bread she ate last time she was attractive, at least for the totally horny Baroness. Senya's tits were made of soft, flexible and sensitive flesh, the hooks were made of rigid, shining cold iron, and that fight had a determined final outcome from the beginning. Senya did not even scream louder as the last inches were cut through and finally both hooks, at the same time, escaped from the trap of her tits. The hooks went up and her two breasts opened grotesquely, revealing their insides what was a chaotic mess of red blood, yellowish fat and whitish milk glands, the cut in half breasts swung to left and to right giving the impression like the brunette had four breasts. The heat already scorched the bottom of the tits and began to enter the previously opened wounds, now it struck overwhelmingly, visibly melting the fat inside the once so beautiful globes, inducing the gradually accelerating procreation of flowing than in tiny fires destroying fat drops. Senya began to slide down on her stake as well, though despite the frantically kicking much slower than Teenee did and she wasn't leaning but the pole proceeded straight upwards into the half-dead body of the whore. The seemingly luck but in fact most unfortunate Lea was far not close to her death like her fellow harlots, though her slim legs were also overall covered in angry red, nasty blisters and her pubic hair was scorched totally down while her cunt was reddening to a level where the skin started to parched, wrinkles and dry creases appeared everywhere and the melting of her fat also started. But the most spectacular detail about her suffering was how her cuntlips were stretching down pulled by the prison ball, what otherwise was so deep in the fire that could not be seen. Lea's flexible labia stretched to a good 5-6 inches away from her roasting cunt, while in natural state they were less than one inch large. The meaty lips grew extremely thin, like carefully sliced potato chips densely crossed-crossed by red veins, and such a large surface exposed to such an extreme heat lead to the classic example of grilling. "Hoooot, very hoooo! Burniinng! Heeeeelp! Too hooot! Meercy! Meercy on meee!" she screamed again and again, changing her attitude but unluckily nobody was around who would have approached that fiery hell even if wanted to help. Her grotesquely stretched 14 years old cuntlips quickly reddened and darkened, the tip of the flames always reached them as she was frantically kicking with her blackened feet, both labia sweat fat then suddenly they opened like too much rolled dough. They actually set alight and began to burn before the ring finally broke through and the chain with the ball disappeared down in the ember. "Only 20 minutes or so, they die too quickly, I need to figure out some longer agony for tomorrow." Allardyce moaned to herself as she had just experienced a secret orgasm. She did not touch herself, did not need, the screams, the sight and the overwhelming smell of freshly burnt cunt flesh did the job for her. Of course she was not satisfied, just started, though the shocked Nallea did not know that but she was supposed to have great role later in bringing dozens other orgasm to the sick Baroness. But only after the diabolic event was over, though that moment was approaching really quickly. Teenee died first. She was luckiest of the three wenches since she was suffering even less than 30 minutes, even though that time was like an eternity to her and during she thousands times regretted she was ever born. The reaching flames cooked her body from tip of her toes to the height of breasts already and she was still screaming, hoarsely, weekly, but audibly, she was still squirming and her charred legs were still struggling. Luckily when she began her slow sliding on her shaft her body was tilted back slightly, not too much but enough that the stake inside did not follow the line of her spine but after a while turned inwards and began to puncture her at a more perpendicular angle through her abdominal cavity. The pointed tip began to stretch her belly upwards while she was tilting back even more, her hair caught in flames and her horror stricken face was surrounded by fire as her head was burning. It was awfully nasty sight but this also meant that flames were soon roasting her head directly from her nape's side. The tip of the shaft tore through her abdominal muscles and the bloody wood messed with chunks of her internal parts glistened in the sunlight again. The pudgy whore slid even faster as nothing was blocking her downward movement anymore, and her entire body dipped into the bonfire. Teenee's last scream were loud again, filled with all the pain and terror she was forced to endure, but soon enough her brain got its dose of extreme heat and the most inhuman scream was suddenly cut. Her eyes rolled back, just to pop from the searing heat a few seconds later, she kicked out one last time then never moved again. Even though the gruesome death of her fellow harlot was happening right in front of Senya's eyes the brunette, slashed breasted woman was far too occupied with her own agony to realize. She wasn't as lucky as Teenee. Her body slid straight down, the tip of her stake slowly entered her internal cavities, stretched her intestines, left the digestive organs and followed the line of her spine, and meanwhile Senya never stopped her pitiful, most whorish whining. She was strong and despite the severe burnings and blood loss she was wiggling and panting and kicking all the time, her beautiful face was a mask of pure terror and pain as she gazed into the sky. She did not die because of the internal injuries caused by the shaft or by the flames' effect on vital organs like her brain or heart; the poor woman was purely roasted to death. Her halved breasts reddened and then charred to a level where the four separated remnants looked like desiccated pieces of black mushrooms, her hips, back, arms and hands were all crisped. Shenya lasted at least 5 minutes longer than Teenee and those five minutes was in a state of the most cruel and diabolic agony a human could ever experience. The raising heat finally disfigured her pretty face as well creasing it and literally burning that mask of horror into her screeching grimace, and for her greatest misery her young heart was able to beat even after that for a couple of minutes. When finally Senya whined and kicked her last and her salvation had arrived in the form of the long awaited death the once so classy and beautiful woman was nothing else but a totally burnt carcass of blackened skin. And the worst fate was given to Lea. She was higher than her already dead girlfriends and she was not given the luxury of being impaled and being lowered into the fire. She stayed there hanging over the roaring fire and was roasted slowly even when the flames passed their top and as the wooden fuel was running out their intensity accordingly decreased. Her utmost wretchedness was that the really searing heat could reach only the height of her tiny almost non-existing breasts, her nipples were scorched but unlike her totally blistered ass or cunt and her charred black legs the most vital parts remained untouched. Over the minutes the intensity of her kicks and attempts to bring her lower body up weakened, and even when the fire finally died down she was unable to make efforts. The only 14 years old wench was whining and moaning pitifully while hanging from the beam, her limp body was slightly swaying, fat and good knows what else was dripping from her charred toes, once she even shitted herself. Spots on her legs were glowing for a while and some spots caught fire where some body fat pooled together in the bottom of creases. "Kill me! Please kill me!" she repeated again and again. Quarter hour after Senya's death Lea was still groaning weakly though her head fell onto her chest and she did not open her eyes anymore, while the remnants of the fire, deep under her in the middle of a huge pile of soot was still keeping her warm. Noticing the Baroness's nod the high ladder was tilted against the beam again and a guard climbed up then poured a bucket of oil onto the head of Lea, the overly tortured girl's only reaction was a weak shaking. The men quickly left the ladder as the dripping oil awoke the fire one more time, flames rose high and soon set the oil covered girl alight. Lea opened her eyes and began her last, long, powerful, most powerful scream what lasted for a minute or so, while her whole body was engulfed in flames, she became a living torch herself, kicking and wiggling again while her blonde tufts disappeared in the fire together with the charming face. Her eyes popped just like Teenee's before and the teenage whore were still screaming and screaming. Then it ended, dead Lea was swaying for another minute while the oil fuelled flames on her body slowly died away. Allardyce slowly got up her feet and with gleaming eyes enjoyed the sight of the three still heavily smoking, horribly burnt, twisted bodied carcasses which used to be very much alive, attractive women less than an hour ago. She inhaled deeply the smell of their death and waved farewell to the people down there. "This was quick, but was also very... inspiring!" she smiled and grabbed Nallea's hair. "Now we go to my room where you and I, my precious, have a couple of things to discuss. Don't worry, you will wake up and will be as active as I wish. And while we talk I will figure out another nice method for tomorrow morning. We have dozens of witches in the prison and I want to be sure I can invite you to a new show every morning until you are staying with me."