“If you clamp down, child, I will have the hangman pull the lever in full.”
The trapdoor creaking with my weight, I comply, letting the commander slowly slide his length in and out of my mouth.
“Use your tongue.”
Humiliated, I wrap my tongue around his member, running the flat of it against his thick glans as he presses further inwards towards the back of my throat. His balls rub up against the noose around my neck, pressing against my chin as I take him in full.
His pole is bigger than I imagined, filling my mouth completely and leaving little room for me to breathe. My eyes start to water, salty tears falling to stain the hempen rope that’s bound around my neck.
“Mmm,” the commander purrs, head thrown back and pace increasing as he fucks my mouth.
My skin is glazed lightly with sweat as I’m taken, breasts shaking back and forth each time the commander’s hips swing into my face. My eyes are all pupil, staring fixedly ahead towards what – time, death, space? I do not know.
It’s time to end this.
I run my tongue over the head of commander’s cock on the outstroke and he arches against me with a harsh cry, aching for release, to explode against me. I build up a steady cadence with my tongue, slowly and relentlessly stroking him, bobbing over his cock until he finds some kind of erotic hypnosis, closed from the world, only aware of my mouth around his member.
He seems close. His balls are large, bloated with sperm.
Just as I think he’s about to release, he pulls out of my mouth completely, shiny spittle covering the pink surface of his member.
“I have a better place for my load than your belly, child,” he grins.
No, I think. Please! Anything but that!
“Hangman, why don’t you prepare our guest?”
The hangman begins to crank again and I’m lifted as the rope pulls tighter above. I’m raised until I’m back on my feet and then toes once more, again trying to find balance, to hang onto what little life remains as the noose pulls taut around my neck.
The commander moves out of sight and the hangman leaves the handle to stand before me, taking off his pants to reveal the biggest cock I have ever seen. It stands the size of a child’s arm in erection, balls heavy as cannonballs as they sway back and forth between his legs.
Hands bound behind my back, stuck between my buttocks, all I can do is wait.
The executioner catches one of my nipples between his fingers. I brace myself for the twist, the cruel pinch and when it comes I scream before a hand clamps over my mouth from behind and it’s dampened in full.
The sky rumbles again and a light rain falls as the executioner caresses one breast and then the other with little delicacy, applying firm pressure. He takes a nipple into his mouth, teasing, sucking and licking the little nub until I cannot stop the juices that begin to build between my shaking legs.
The more he works my breast, the greater my body betrays me. It leaks desire. It runs down by legs in a thin trickle, shaming me.
Behind me, fingers gating my mouth, the commander laughs, cock pressed into my wrists. “She’s keen for you, hangman. See how she grows wet at your touch.”
The hangman is silent. When he pulls his lips away my nipple it comes free swollen a dark red from the suckling, pointed far from my body.
My cheeks burn as the rain falls, tears streaming from my face as the humiliation arrives complete.
The hangman kneels and takes me around the legs with his granite hands. His lips brush the dark curl of my pubes, his freed cock stiff and angry. He strokes down my inner thigh with a dirty finger. I shiver in my bonds as he moves across the sensitive skin, only the second male fingers to explore this tender region.
Why did I never let Foul inside? Why did I deny him all these years only to be taken by these two scoundrels, defiled by the very men that seek to end me?
The executioner runs his fingers into the slickness between my legs. He uses the substance there to coat his cock until it glistens in the moonlight between his legs. When he’s done lubricating his cock, he runs his fingers back in again, placing my desire over his lips.
I quiver, disgusted, but I cannot help the rush I feel coming over my body stemming from the heated juncture between my legs. It’s need, I realise, raw and primal lust.
The commander’s fingers come away from my mouth.
I’m tense with both need and cruel anticipation, torn between the two.
The executioner stands, stroking his rigid length before me. The thought of this member filling me both disgusts and excites me in equal measure, but out of automation I plead against it, begging him to spare me, to do away with me swiftly without this humiliation. My voice is muted, barely a whisper.
The strange alchemy of the situation begins to undo me, cunt running more freely, expanding and opening in readiness.
Is this brute in front of me to be my first? The very creature that will take my virginity?
It’s a horrific thought, but still I ache to be filled, to be… fucked.
My head is dizzy with conflicting sensations. Would it be so bad? To feel what it’s like before I pass, no matter who may hold the sword that delivers the blow?
I’ll close my eyes, I think. I will close than and imagine Foul.
A gust of wind runs cold against my nipples as the hangman moves forward, cock in hand. He lifts my leg under the baby fat of my thigh and hoists it up under the crook of his arm. Knee compressed against my breast, my sex opens freely. Only one foot, five toes are left connecting me to the ground as he moves his member towards my tiny hole.
The monstrous head of him brushes through my nest, pressing firmly against the hot gate of my virgin cunt.
He holds my buttocks, cunt spanned open, wet.
And I want it, I actually want him to move forward and fill me, just to see what it’s like, just this once where no one can see and there is no shame in it, to be taken by such a column.
The commander’s fingers run into my hair, jerking my head back forcefully.
I gasp again.
At the same time the hangman claws into my buttocks and spears his hips upwards, burying his giant dart inside me.
He thrusts again, all air having left my lungs, thrusting upwards and right through my maidenhead with a sharp sting to implant himself deep into my slickened cunt.
My mind is split. There is pain, new, unnatural pain, but also satisfaction and fulfilment as the monster begins to move inside me. He thrusts again and I realise most of his cock remains outside. He thrusts further, my juices flowing thick around his shaft at it rises and falls, his body pressing hard into my own, his roughen chest rubbing my nipples raw as he plunges into my sex again, my folds clamped tight around the root of his shaft as he bottoms out in my womb.
He pauses for a moment, breathing hard against the side of my face, his hood pressed against my ear.
“She enjoys it,” the commander laughs, tugging at my hair again and slipping his cock into my bound hands. “Is she tight, hangman?”
The hangman nods against me.
He slides all the way out and drives forward violently, filling my box to the absolute extreme and stretching me out completely.
My mouth is open is stuck open against the falling rain, caught in a snare of shameful ecstasy as I am finally taken and deflowered by Death himself.
My fingers stroke the commander’s shaft as he grinds against me. I cup his balls when he lifts them towards me, new and unknown in my grip. I could squeeze them, bring him to his knees, but if the hangman is anything to go by, I might have need for his member yet.
The hangman’s fingers claw cruelly into the globes of my ass, stretching them and allowing his cock to move deeper in my wetness, my slit sucking him in with a strange, slurping madness that mixes with the wind and rain whipping at the scaffold.
“Yes,” I start to whisper. My voice is husky, stained now with lust. The act takes my breath away just as the noose around my neck will when
the board below my feet falls away.
My body strains tight with desire, ever mindful of the straining cock inside it, fingers teasing the commander behind me.
With each beat of my heart the executioner’s member gains headway inside my cunt until our pubic hair twines together and I have taken him completely, his giant cock thoroughly stuffing my young body.
Out the corner of my eye I watch his face as he strokes into me, listening carefully to the subtleties of his breathing, fascinated by the way his muscles tense and mine do likewise against the rope.
The commander’s cock leaves me and I’m dimly aware of his footsteps as he walks to the lever and controls.
The rope pulls tighter above me and my toes leave the ground completely. The pressure of the noose becomes unbearable. The hangman’s cock slips out of my pocket as I’m raised.
I struggle, strangled by the thick rope around my neck as another crank of the lever sends me higher still.
The hangman grips both my thighs, lifting my legs and plunging into me in a hard and fast rhythm that drives my entire body up and down. But each time I fall, the noose binds firmer.
Suddenly, I cannot breathe. My eyes bulge and panic spans out to every inch of my body.
My cunt clamps down tight on the hangman’s cock as I struggle, twitching in the air as the full weight of my body works against the rope, suffocating me.
I can feel my face growing purple, blackness creeping in from the edges of my vision as the hangman continues to fuck me harder still, plunging into my slick crevice over and over, pounding against the sensitive bud above with the hard plane of his chest.
I see visions, images pouring into my head as I grow dizzy and weak, flipping like a fish out of water against the rope and the hangman’s hands below.
Just as I am about to lose consciousness, to asphyxiate, the lever releases and I fall back down again to be held up by the hangman’s hands as he thrusts into me and my body explodes in climax.
I go blind as my sex grips and releases him in rapid motion, squeezing the hangman’s cock tight. I flop and bounce against his hands, his cock running inside me as sensation as I have never felt before overcomes my extremities.
Have I died? Is this what heaven feels like?
When I am done, the hangman stops inside me, hands still holding me aloft and the rope still tight behind my head.
“See how she comes for you, hangman, and your giant cock, but now it is my turn, too.”
I’m still gasping for air and realisation when the commander’s weapon slides underneath my bound hands and sits quivering between my buttocks.
Sandwiched between these two men, it dawns on me the defiling the commander has in mind. I twist again.
“Spread her ass for me, hangman.”
The executioner does as instructed, pulling my cheeks apart brutally until the commander’s cock slides between the soft folds of my buttocks, pressing itself into my flesh.
I’m palpitating with fear, flushed and poised before the nether.
“If only the boy was here to see it,” the commander continues, nestling his cockhead against the strained rosebud of my anus, the hangman’s cock filling me ahead. “How he would love to see how you take our cocks so well and willingly.”
The sweat on my body mixes with the rain as it begins to fall again, bodies salty and firm pressing at me from both sides, the commander still clothed but his naked cock now forcing its way into my most private of orifices.
Are there no more ways I can be humiliated?
The commander’s bulbous cockhead begins to push its way inside my slimy hole. I cry out, my cunt stretching even tighter now that my ass is being filled, slowly defiled and deflowered from both ends by these men, used like a common whore on the street for their pleasure.
The hangman stretches me further open as he begins to rock his member back inside me, sliding it up against the cock of his fellow conspirator, the head of the commander’s length now firmly past the tight ring of muscle that shields the hot sheath beyond.
Suddenly, the commander lurches against my back and drives upwards hard, half of his length gliding into my distended passage.
Impaled from both ends, seated between these men with my hands wedged against the base of my spine and the brass buttons of the commander’s coat, I have never known such a fine line between pain and all-encompassing pleasure.
Their cocks begin to work together. This is not the first time these men have been engaged in such an act. I wonder how many young girls they have defiled on this scaffold, how many they have turned before pulling the lever and extinguishing their voice. It’s a beautiful con.
My mouth refuses to close, body limp as the men work at my cunt and ass, see-sawing now inside me, their cocks rubbing against each other through the thin veil that separates the two passages.
They start to fuck me harder, pounding upwards against my backside, my breasts jiggling against the wall of muscle that marks the hangman’s chest.
There is no turning back now from this path of debauchery I have been led down, no way to take back my virginity now it has been speared clean away from both front and back.
But I cannot help the way I feel, the way my body urges them to go deeper, to explore me until I break. I want them to fuck me until I’m a quivering mess between them, drawn to climax right before the trapdoor opens and I’m banished.
The sounds of our three bodies meeting and falling fills the air, heavy with the scent of sweat, sex and the deep musk of my juices as they pour from between us.
I am close as the hangman grinds firmer into my pelvic bone, close as the commander begins to fill my ear and ass with his dirty ways, shouting aloud my many crimes with each and every lurid thrust.
They pummel me, pull and twist at my flesh, my nipples, sucking at my bare skin until I’m bruised and red, waiting now as they move in quick succession, in and out, fucking my holes loose and open until I’m little but a piston between them.
It has to come soon. They both bellow and grunt now, balls rising higher against my buttocks. There’s no stopping their march towards completion. They will fill me with their seed and then dispose of me.
I am to leave this world, I will do so fulfilled, finally fucked and made woman.
The commander is at my ear again. “I shall take great pleasure in filling your ass with seed,” he whispers, the hangman remaining silent by the noose that constricts me save for the constant huff of his breathing.
We rise in tempo, combined, until the hangman grips my torso tight and begins to fuck me with new speed. The commander rises to the occasion, adding his own length into the mix and mess.
I feel my second climax coming on, rolling through my body, overwhelming every part of me that’s conscious. In and out they plunge, holes stretched and wide.
I begin to pant as much as the rope will allow, silently screaming for the release I so need. “Please,” I whisper, and they come.
Confined inside the deep reaches of my ass, the commander’s penis is the first to fire. It gives a great leap in my insides, gushing out its warm desire as the commander’s head falls limp against my back.
Moments later the hangman jerks, twitching and slamming as high into me as he can go as he spurts and sprays my womb with oceans of sperm, pumping it clean out of my body as he continues to thrust, drawing me closer and closer until-
“Ah!” I cry out, my climax consuming me
The orgasm engulfs my whole body, a hurtling carriage that slams into me, overturning and filling me with strong sensation. My face screws up and my eyes roll into the back of my head as I come, abs contracting, cunt and ass clamping tight around the cocks inside them.
My tormenters bellow together and release again, their weapons spurting anew inside me, pumping me thick and flushed with their milky end.
A second wave of pleasure strikes me.
Open now, I ask of the trapdoor, take me, before I faint.
*
I wake
in a cold sweat. The morning sun beats down from above, but it’s silhouetted by the figures of the commander and the executioner standing over my prone body, laughing and stroking their wilten members.
I reach to my throat, but the noose is gone, leaving only a bruised and rough ring in its place.
I move my palm over my cum-slickened belly, running my fingers through the warm substance. It leaks too from my cunt and ass, staining the wooden boards below.
Shame overwhelms me, shame that I could let my body and senses be so betrayed by these beasts.
“She wakes,” says the commander, “just in time,” but the last word turns to a strange gurgle. I squint into the light to make better of it.
A crimson trail leaks from the side of the commander’s mouth and his hands go to the cutlass tip that’s protruding from his chest. He looks towards me with a mix of horror and surprise before the blade is removed and he slumps to his knees, reaching for me before crashing to the boards.
The executioner gives out a battle cry and turns, but he too is cut down, lashed across the neck with the sword. He spins, neck open, blood spraying out across the scaffold, covering my skin ruby red as he falls and convulses.
A hand reaches down towards me.
It’s Foul, cutlass in hand.
There’s shock on his face at my condition, but also relief to find me alive.
“Come on,” he says. “We’re not out of danger yet.”
PUNISHED ON THE WHIPPING POST
“Cuckolding is a serious crime, Grace Matheson.”
“A crime I am not guilty of, Your Honour.”
The judge is a pervert. Everyone knows it, from the girls who wash by the tank stream to the common whores in the colony proper.
He laughs, wig a white farce on his head. “We have heard the facts and I have made my decision. Grace Elizabeth Matheson, you are hereby sentenced to fifty lashes at the whipping post at noon. Guards, take her away.”
The guards, little more than schoolboys, tug me out of the docks. One of them takes the opportunity to grab at my ass, smiling to his friend as he weighs my flesh with his grimy fingers.
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