From fake@Ultimator.com Thu Jul 17 13:58:51 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories 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 -------- 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 Message-Id: <32D0B9A8.59A1@digital.net> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories 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. *****************************************************************