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Subject: REQUEST: Please repost continuation of Inquis.txt  (The death of Susan - part one)(rape,tort)
From: fake@Ultimator.com (Ultimator)
Date: Thu, 17 Jul 1997 17:58:51 GMT
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I have part one, as follows, and i am looking for the rest of it.

Subject:      PER REQUEST: Repost - Inquis.txt  (The death of Susan - part one)
From:         The Enforcer <kscmark@digital.net>
Date:         1997/01/06
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The Death of Susan - Part 1
                     By Cathie X


Susan was scared.  She sat in her cell staring fixedly at the
damp stone walls.  No-one spoke.  After a while she turned and
caught the eye of her mother who briefly returned her stare with
a grim, hopeless attempt at an optimistic smile.

Susan was 17, and she knew that she was fated to die.  She could
read it in the jailer's face, in the excited eyes of the stream
of gentlemen and, sometimes, ladies who paraded past their cell
window, and in her mother's sad eyes.

There were nine of them in the cell in all.  Susan was the eldest
child of the Smyth family,  and in the cell with her were sisters
Nicole and Charity aged sixteen and fifteen respectively, and her
two twin brothers Seth and Jonah aged twelve.  Her mother was 34,
and seven months pregnant by her husband - Susan's father who had
been publicly hanged three days earlier for treason.  The whole
family had been marched out to watch.   The remaining three
occupants of the cell were Susan's friends - 19 year old Kathy
and 16 year old Sara-Anne, and finally Kathy's 14 year old
brother  Luke.  These friends had been staying with Susan's
family when the round up of secret Gaia-believers had begun.

The cells either side held the majority of Susan's schoolfriends
and another unknown family.  Beyond that she didn't know.

Susan continued to stare at the wall - what else was there for
her to do?   Later, above her she heard a low toned bell toll -
the announcement of the imminent execution of a fellow
'heretic'.  A few seconds later came the muffled crash of a
gallows trapdoor - at least long drop hanging was quick, but usually
reserved for children and men.  Women, Susan knew from experience in
her own village square when she had watched excitedly as witches and
adulterers were punished, were slow hanged - in the case of adulterers
after a sound thrashing.

What had seemed exciting and judicious to Susan then, now
horrified her.  She winced as she heard the crash of the trap
once more and thought she could detect the winching sound of the
gallows noose used to string up women until they suffocated.  She
closed her eyes and started counting - to help her sleep - though
she knew that a woman often swung gasping for up to an hour before
she finally died or her throat was slit in a coup-de-grace by the
executioner.

She must have slept - she awoke some time later to the noise of
sobbing.  She realized by its tone that it must be Luke.  Susan
crawled over to him and took him in her arms. hugging him and
rocking him to sleep.  She rocked against him and surprisingly
began to feel a pressure growing against her, a lump under his
robe.  She sighed, half smiling - Men!  Even here...  Part of her
felt quite sorry for him.  She, as a woman of seventeen had
enjoyed a small amount of pleasure during her later years.  Luke
would probably die not having known any.

Susan, being who she was, made a decision.  Checking that the
other seven were asleep she mouthed at Luke to be quiet and
lifted up his smock.  She pushed her head underneath and grasped
his penis.  It was surprisingly hard for such a young man, she
thought.  She quietly spat on her hand and used it to gently half
massage and half clean his member - they had, after all been in
here for almost a week.  Then she gently took him in her mouth
and rhythmically brought him to climax as she had only four others
before him.

He came in less than five minutes and she had to put her hand over
his mouth to silence his gasps.  She swallowed gently and wiped her
mouth before emerging again from his frock - his adrenalin had
obviously subsided quickly because he was already asleep.

Susan sat back and was startled to see Kathy smiling at her, she
instantly felt embarrassed and started to mouth an apology.
Kathy smiled again and beckoned her over:

     "Thank you for that gift to my Luke" whispered Kathy from
beneath her long red locks.  "Will you carress me to sleep now
also?" Kathy and Susan were best friends and had often slept
together - this was just what Susan needed - to relax, cuddle and
forget.  They both moved around to behind a large column, Kathy lifted
Susan's gown until it was around her neck, Susan returned the gesture.
Susan was nude underneath, but Kathy wore her usual loin cloth
which Susan deftly removed.  She grasped Kathy to her, carressing
her almost girl-like smooth cunny and bestowed kisses upon her
familiarly overlarge breast with their flat wide nipples.  Susan
was the opposite, a petite girl with vigorous blonde pubic hair,
small, high, pert breasts with large hard nipples.  Kathy's mouth
locked onto one of these.  Then they lay back, their mouths and
tongues joined in a long, greedy but gentle kiss, their hands
strayed to each other's cunnies and they gently made love to
each other until, a few minutes later they silently orgasmed
together, as they always did through long practice and
understanding, redressed and fell asleep.

Susan dreamed of what they had told her would happen to Sara-Anne
the next day.

They awoke to the jailer smashing the heavy iron doors, an echo
resounding down the stone corridor outside.   The sound of keys
in neighbouring cell doors was followed by the heart stopping
noise of the turnkey opening their own cell.  As usual, all
prisoners were herded into the main hall.  This was a massive
chamber, that could hold several hundred.   Susan knew that
there was a hidden viewing gallery somewhere in the long wall
behind her, where rich ladies and gentleman could come and watch
the "show" in private.

The central area was roped off and set up as part torture room
and part death chamber.  The torture area consisted of four body
tables, a rack, a pillory and several whipping posts.  The
execution area contained a drop gallows, three slow-hang nooses,
a guillotine, a post, a fire pit and, according to Kingdom law, a
neck brace.  Susan shuddered at the sight as always.  When all
the prisoners had been led in, a guard read out the list of this
morning's prisoners to be executed.  As each name was read out
guards rounded up the victims from the hall proper.  A small
group was rounded up in a small holding area roped off to the side
of the death apparatus.  Each sentence was read aloud and carried
out instantly.

Vicar Thompson was sentenced to hang.  The middle aged priest was
handcuffed behind his back and led to the noose.  Seconds later
the trap was sprung and he dropped, dancing briefly before
hanging limp.  As he was cut down his young wife was sentenced to
the guillotine.  She, also, went quietly - standing mutely as
she was tied to the body board.  It was lowered and the neck block
dropped into place.  There was a pregnant silence in the hall - all
eyes watching.  The vicar's wife began to whimper and struggle but a
grinding noise signalled the drop of the blade and her head
bumped onto the floor.  It was held up to the crowd before being
tossed onto the death pile along with her body and that of her
husband's.  Their two children were then neck braced quickly and
compassionately - an instant and painless death.

Susan watched on terrified - a young man had his throat slit at
the post.  The final trio of girls were led to the area, the
eldest looking,  was stripped and burned at the stake whilst the
other two were slow-hanged.

After the screams had ended, and a blonde girl on the gallows who
had not yet died had been given the coup-de-grace, the occupants
of the hall were led back to the cells - except Susan and her
family and friends.  The hall seemed bigger and far more
terrifying now that it was almost empty.

Sara-Anne was picked out, screaming.   Her gown was rudely torn
off and she was tied to a whipping post, quivering - her young
breasts shaking almost erotically.  The smell of burned flesh
still filled the air.  Two of the guards laughed and whispered
something in Sara-Anne's ear.  One of them walked to the gallows and
tore off the gown from the body of the blonde girl.  He laughed, undid
his breeches, spat on his large penis and with a violent thrust began
sodomizing the warm corpse - all the while staring into Sara-Anne's
eyes.

The man asked her a question and Sara-Anne shook her head, he hit
her across the face and she shook her head once more.  They swung
her body around and proceeded to whip  her back, thighs and
beautiful buttocks for twenty minutes.  Sobbing, she still
refused to speak.

The first guard nodded to another who brought over a torture
device.  It consisted of a hook to which was attached many steel
wires, each ending in a small plier clamp. The girl's body was turned
so that her back was against the post, two of the guards
(including the sodomist) held her body firmly against the post by
her neck and around her stomach.  Without ceremony the first
guard produced a razor and expertly started to cut a shallow cut around
the base of her young breast.  Sara-Anne screamed in pain and terror.
The torturer then started to attach the plier grips of the device to
the skin around her breast - the pain was unbearable.   Once
attached he tugged slowly on the hook and the skin began to be
flayed from her breast. Susan watched in a morbid stupor as the
skin came off slowly, making a tearing noise.  The whole nipple came
off with the skin, Sara-Anne's screams were the worst she had ever
heard.
The guard tossed away the breast skin and turned to her other
breast.  Sara-Anne screamed and started to talk as Susan had
known she would.  She named names, many of them - friends,
including Susan and her family.  Though terrified at her own
future, Susan could hardly blame her.

Once she had finished naming names, Sara-Anne was led off to the
neck brace - not the fire pit as Susan had been foretold.  Susan
wondered why, perhaps the guards whispering had something to do
with it.  [The neck brace was a humane killer.  It consisted of a
bar at neck height with a neck-sized semicircle warped into it.
Once the victim stood with their neck against this a similar
hinged bar was closed around the back of their neck, containing it
like a giant nut cracker.  A third bar, levered from behind the victim
was closed across their neck and by means of a small hard protrusion
broke their neck.  Susan had seen many people standing there one minute,
and as the break-bar was closed, instantly slumped dead the next.
The lock bar was opened and the corpse would drop to the floor.]

Sara-Anne's hands were tied behind her back and the brace was
adjusted to her neck height.  She was pushed against it and the
lock bar was closed.  Susan shut her eye's and waited to hear
the brief crunch that signalled her friend's death.  It never
came.  When she finally opened them she saw a guard buggering
her friend at the brace.  As he was about to come he grasped her
breasts - including the flayed one.  Sara-Anne screamed in
agony.  The guard started to come and another simultaneously
swung over the break-bar.  Sara-Anne's neck crunched - her body
went rigid and the guard came inside her ass at that moment.  As
he withdrew he stared straight at Susan and smiled, winking.

The lock bar was released and Sara-Anne's young body slumped to
the floor.  After some consultation the guards herded Susan and
her remaining group back to their cell.  As they walked out,
Susan saw the third guard drop onto Sara-Anne's body and start to
fuck it the normal way.

Back in the cell, the group sat around in stunned silence.
Susan's twin brothers had not spoken in days.  Her mother sat
slumped in a corner, not much comfort either.  Susan knew that she
would never forget the sight of her friend's body going rigid as her
neck was broken, and the sickening crunch of it, the way her eyes
rolled up into their sockets.  The following rape of her corpse.
But then, Susan was fully aware that she was not destined to live
very much longer.

Susan sat in silence holding her 16-year old sister Nicole.
Charity sat near the twins, and Kathy was comforting her brother.
No food was given to them that day.

Later, in the mid afternoon, three jailers unlocked the cell and
entered, locking the door behind them.  One rounded them all into
a corner.  They were read their charges of heresy and treason and
were told they were due to be executed over the next week.   Even
though she had known her death was certain, Susan was devastated
by the actual telling of it.  A sob escaped from her pregnant
mother as she lowered her face so that her long blonde hair hid
her fear.

The head guard informed them all that they would be mercifully
neck-braced if they informed of other heretics.  Susan knew of no
such people, she wasn't even sure why they had been accused
themselves.  The guard got impatient, he dragged Susan's mother
over to the opposite corner and stripped off her gown.  She was naked
underneath and her bulge clearly showed.  He started pinching her
swollen nipples, but the woman hardly responded.  The guard punched
her violently on the clitoris and Susan's mother doubled over, but
still made no sound.  He forced her to her knees, pulled out a
stiff penis and shoved it into her mouth.  The woman just knelt
there and was subsequently punched to the ground for her apathy.  The
guard then fell on her and started raping her.  He looked up at the
other prisoners and said that if they talked she would live.
Susan could think of nothing.  The guard nodded and continued
raping the woman until he came.   Another guard asked him why he
bothered fucking the corpse-like woman.  With a grin he rolled
her over and forced his member into her rectum.  The mother
groaned at this but still lay there lifeless.  The family watched
in horror as the guard pumped away.  He told the first guard how
tight and hot it was and, after what seemed like hours, finally
spent in the tight hole.  Susan and Nicole wanted to look away
but found themselves compelled to watch.

The remaining guard approached for his turn.  He rolled the
mother over onto her back again, pulled out a knife and whilst
smiling into her face, slowly slit her throat.  Susan cried out
in anguish and the twins started screaming.  Susan's mother's
body started jerking and she made a dreadful gurgling noise as
she fought for breath.  This carried on for quite some time
before the gurgling died down and the woman's body kicked once or
twice and was still.  The third guard fell on it and started fucking
it - he came almost instantly.  Afterwards the three jailers mumbled
something to each other.  One slung the slim woman's body over his
shoulder and left , the other two quickly grabbed the two twins before
Susan could react, and also left - locking the cell behind them.

Susan sat alone in a corner of the cell, thinking about the fate
of the boys and her own mortality.  Execution  had seemed
exciting once - when it was someone else's that was.  She
remembered the executions of adulteresses she had attended.
These were always popular crowd pullers and Susan looked forward
to them for days.  One had been of a distant neighbor, a 24 year
old brunette accused of sleeping with a married couple.  Susan
had got a good place in the crowd, right up against the cordon
and only several yards from the platform of the scaffold.  A few
boys standing near her had brought catapults from which they
would fire discarded horse-shoe nails at the body whilst it hung.
This was frowned on by the authorities but usually allowed - it
helped to let the public have their own share in the justice and often
gave an indication of when the condemned girl had finally died.

Adulteresses were always whipped first, that was why it was such
a crowd puller.  The women in the audience would gasp with each
stroke of the whip, men laughed, and boys came because it gave
them a rare glance at a naked woman.

Susan remembered the woman being led out to jeers from the crowd.
She was led up onto the central platform and paraded around it for
the crowd to see.  There must have been over 200 there that
day.  Susan remembered the woman  flinching and crying out as one
of the boys let loose an early shoe-nail.

She was read her crimes and sentenced to fifty lashes -  and
death by slow-hanging.  There was little reaction from her - of
course she already knew, this was just a formality.  A jailer
approached her and pulled her over to the gallows upright, her
hands were tied above her head, and to the post, despite her
violent struggles.

Unlike males, women were not offered a leather mouth-bit when
they were whipped.  The guard used a knife to cut away her
dress.  There was a great cry from the crowd as a pair of
stunning breasts were bared, but a sigh of disappointment that
she was wearing a loin cloth.  Obviously she had to be bared from
the waist up for her whipping but the town authorities could not
justify removing her lower garment - that would be encouraging
titillation.  It was very unusual for people to wear any
underwear, hence the cry from the crowd, and the loin-cloth signified
the brunettes status as above average in the community.

Hanged adulteresses were left on the scaffold for two days as a
warning to other women, Susan knew that within two hours the boys
would have the covering off the corpse's lower half, she
wondered herself if the woman's cunt and ass were as beautiful
as her breasts - maybe she would come back tomorrow and see.

The whipping began, a short bull-whip was used for women and
children, the first blow landed with a loud thwack and the
condemend woman screamed .  The executioner was relatively kind
and rained the blows down quickly. Even so, the woman, by
twisting in agony,  increased her torment as several blows
landed on her perfect breasts.  Whipping of breasts was forbidden
for public executions, blows were to be confined to the back,
buttocks and upper thighs.  However, the supervising councillor
knew that these stray blows were not the fault of the
executioner and did nothing.  Maybe if it had been a simple
whipping and not followed by the death penalty he would have
ordered the woman to be tied around the waist as well.

The whipping was over in three or four minutes.  Now as the woman
was untied and a bucket of water thrown in her face to keep her
conscious, the crowd began its traditional taunting, Susan
herself had cried out "Slut!" and "worm-food!".

The woman was stood under the scaffold, blindfolded and her hands
were tied behind her back.  The noose was placed over her head
and tightened around her neck with the knot to the back, to reduce
chances of the neck breaking (drop-hangings had the knot to one
side.)

The crowd fell silent, and suddenly the woman began to scream and
struggle.  Seeing this the councilor nodded and the executioner
hauled up the rope, lifting the woman off her feet in one easy
motion until she was about a foot off the platform.  She was
wheezing violently and her feet were thrashing about, causing her
breasts to jump about and her body to turn, displaying it to all
the appreciative crowd.

After several minutes her kicking subsided and you could no longer
hear her struggling to breathe.  This was what the boys had been
waiting for.  The first fired his catapult, the doubled over
nail caught the woman in the abdomen and she visibly flinched -
she was still alive.  Boys took it in turns to fire, often egged
on by the surrounding adults - they all went for her breasts
hoping to catch  a nipple.  Finally a boy succeeded in getting
her left nipple as the body was turned sideways onto him.  Even
half suffocated the woman managed a muffled yelp at this.

Later one of the boys let Susan have a shot.  Susan wasn't a good
shot so she aimed for a buttock through the loin cloth.  Luckily
she got a direct hit and jumped up and down in delight, but to
her dismay the woman barely responded by this time.  After the
designated hour, the executioner approached the woman and
checked her pulse - she was still alive though probably
unconscious.  According to law, he produced a small knife and
slit her throat just above the noose.  The body trembled a bit,
there was surprisingly little blood, and then was still.  Most of
the crowd had already left by now anyway.  Once the officials
left the boys went straight up to the corpse and ripped off the
loin cloth.  They cheered at the sight of her ass and cunt,
especially as the brunette had not soiled herself.

Finally they all left the square, Susan knew that the boys would
be back tonight to get a feel of the dead woman's tits and cunt,
and perhaps a little more.  Susan didn't blame them - boys would
be boys - and the corpse still looked almost as beautiful as when
the woman was alive.  She herself always got excited as she
watched an execution or whipping and could feel the dampness of
her sex as she walked away.  She had walked off hurriedly to
find her friend and secret lover Kathy, to take care of her itch.
When she came back the next day the corpse had been vandalized, Susan
approached it with interest, the breasts were still heavy and
perfectly formed and Susan reached up to feel their weight - she
hoped hers would grow like that.  Someone had carved their
initials over her pubic bone and there was dried jism all over
her midriff, this was usual - Susan and kathy had often giggled
as they secretly watched younger boys masturbate over a good
looking corpse.  She stared up at the face, the blindfold had
been removed and the corpse's sad eyes looked down at Susan, the
mouth was open and the tongue was visible.  She turned the body
around in order to have a close look at the welts on her back and
burst out giggling - someone had stuffed a turnip up her ass.
Susan had an idea and carefully pulled the vegetable out- she
would play a trick on Luke and get him to eat it.  She caressed
the buttocks briefly but not for long as they were cold and the blood
had settled there.  She made an "ugh!" noise and pushed the corpse away
- it
swung to and fro, the rope creaked.

Then remembering that this was an adulteress she looked up at the
face again and quietly told those dead eyes, "I'm glad you're
dead bitch, I loved watching you die and I now I love watching you
rot, I'm going to fuck a boy tonight and get off on your sad,
humiliating death."  She giggled again and finally spat up onto
the corpse's breasts.  She turned away and dismounted the
platform - a few surrounding villagers laughed at her antics and
came up to inspect the corpse themselves.

Susan had then seen some boys at the other end of the square and
skipped off to flirt with them, forgetting the whole episode of
the brunette's death - until now.

Now, over a year later, locked in a cell perhaps only hours away
from her own torture and death, things looked very different.
She did not want to be near anyone else, and so fell asleep in
the corner by herself.

Susan and her cell-mates were led out the next morning.  The main
hall was considerably emptier than it had been the previous day
and Susan assumed that many of the prisoners had been dispatched
during the night while she was asleep.   Of her twin brothers
there was no sign.

Whilst they waited, ten girls from Susan's school were led in.
A guard announced that they were each to be braced, unless they
confessed names - in which case they would be sold as body
slaves.  The first girl was a brunette of 14 or so, she was led
up to the neck clamp and it was closed.  She said nothing but
started to shake and urinate as she stood locked in the wooden
brace.  The guard walked up, ripped off her shift and fondled her
tight young breasts.  He whispered to her, "last chance" and when
there was no response walked around behind her.

He waited. She started shivering and began whimpering, "No, No
please, pleeeaase, pleee-eee-eeease!"  Her bladder let go again
from her lightly haired crotch and she began screaming for mercy,
promising all sorts of favours for the guard.

The guard smiled at Susan in her cell then slowly closed the
break-bar, grinning as he strained to close it with the audible
crunch that killed her.  The girls body went rigid, spasmed and
then slumped, hanging from the neck brace.  The guard opened the
lock bar and the corpse fell to the floor, the body falling with
its legs wide open in a sick parody of erotica.

It was pulled to one side, and the next girl was led up to the
neck-brace.
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