MIRROR: Download from MEGA Click Here! The bound and gagged woman was pulled into the torture chamber by two burly guards. They were followed by an official looking man who handed a parchment to the Chief Executioner. The latter read the document and then spoke to the official. "So, one Lady Leslie Grey has been sentenced to death by slow torture. The order issued by the king himself in punishment for the crime of treason. Did he have a particular method in mind?" "Skinning her alive was suggested." "Indeed." The Chief Executioner paused to examine Lady Grey. She appeared a strong specimen with long blonde hair and a creamy complexion. He paid particular attention to her skin, rubbing his hands up and down her throat and then slipping one down the bosom of her dress, his fingers kneading her breast and nipple. She squirmed at this humiliating intrusion of her person, her protests muffled by the gag. At last he withdrew his hand and smiled. "A most suitable proposal. We'll use our sharpest knives on the lady, it should ensure her many hours of agony." During this macabre conversation the woman's eyes grew wide and fearful as she struggled vainly against the guards. Nodding to them, the Executioner said, "Place her in the pillory and chain her ankles to the floor. We must prepare her for her ordeal." "May I stay and observe," said the official. "Certainly, sir. I am always pleased to show off my skills, and she should prove to be an excellent subject." In a few moments, Leslie found herself secured to the pillory. Her legs spread wide apart and anchored to the floor with cuffs and chains. Bent at the waist, her head and hands protruded from the front of the device. She was still fully clothed. The executioner's assistant, a pale, thin lipped young man, removed her gag. After coughing and choking for a minute, the woman regained her voice and pleaded with the men. "Please, I have done nothing to deserve such a fate," she cried. "Have mercy on me, please. If I must die, don't let it be in such a horrible manner. I will do anything you ask, I can pay you handsomely. Help me! Oh, please, I don't want to die like this!" She rattled the chains about her feet and shook her head from side to side. Tears fell from her eyes as she begged, "Oh, God, please have mercy on me!" "Stifle your pleas, girl!" the executioner shouted, pulling her head up by the hair. "It will do no good here." Leslie held back her cries. "As for showing you mercy, well, we will be kind to you and allow you the pleasure of being well fucked by both my assistant and myself before we start your skinning. Enjoy getting poked, girl! It will be your last pain-free moments on this earth. Billy, you will relieve the lady of her clothing and of her pussy hair. After I have fucked her you may take her up the rear if you like. I venture to say her Ladyship has never had that experience before," he said, and than began laughing with gusto as he let loose of her hair. Tears ran down the woman's face and she cried quietly while Billy removed her clothing, cutting and tearing it away from her body until she was completely naked, except for her shoes and stockings. The aide then expertly shaved her cunt and asshole, which would make the tortures easier. Then the executioner stepped behind her, dropped his pants, planted his hands on her hips, and jammed his rather impressive rod into her naked hairless pussy. Leslie sobbed with shame as he thrust in and out of her body for several minutes until, she felt herself helplessly responding to his assault. Her cries turned to gasps, then groans and the man grinned with delight as she undulated in counter-time to each stroke, pushing her backside toward him as he penetrated her, then drawing back as he pulled out. "I told you that you would enjoy it, your Ladyship," he taunted. The executioner took great delight in copulating with a condemned woman before carrying out her sentence. The last things she would feel on this earth would be what he provided her, he mused: intense pleasure, unbearable pain and finally the eternal emptiness of death. He felt her stiffen as her body was engulfed in the ecstasy of orgasm. Then he bellowed and his seed burst forth into her vagina. Pulling out, he walked in front of a breathless Lady Grey, pulled her head up again by the hair and wiped his member clean under her chin. "I will have to see if you enjoy it as much after we have you freshly peeled like a ripe little red grape," he asked, letting her head free. Now it was Billy's turn. Rubbing his pecker on the semen dripping from her cunt, he lubricated himself, then pried apart the cheeks of her ass and forced himself up her freshly shaved rectum in one cruel stroke. She squealed and hollered as he fucked her in the dusky passage of her shit-hole, which clenched tightly about his organ, trying to expel the thing from her body. Leslie had never been sodomized before and she did not like it at all. Billy grinned with pleasure as his penis was squeezed by the rippling within the woman's seething bowels. After several long minutes of vigorous pumping, Billy finally shot his seed into her trembling bottom and extracted himself from Leslie's anus. Billy patted her fondly on the behind, for what he considered an excellent ass-fucking. He had a theory that a woman's ability to withstand torture was directly related to the strength of her sphincter muscle. Based on that he concluded Lady Leslie Grey would suffer a very long time. For a brief moment he felt a bit sorry for her, but his good humor returned as her dainty little asshole opened slightly and she farted uncontrollably, adding to her humiliation. Now it was time for the more serious work to begin. Billy gently kissed her tear stained face as he secured cuffs to Leslie's wrists. The cuffs were then attached to ropes hanging from the ceiling. He then released her from the pillory and began pulling on the ropes, hauling her arms up then lifting her into the air. He stopped when her toes were a yard above the floor. She hung limply for a minute or two until the Chief Executioner brought out the skinning knives and began sharpening them before her very eyes. Then she screamed hysterically and kicked her legs madly, sending her high-heeled pumps flying off her feet. With some difficulty Billy was able to grab each leg long enough to roughly remove her stockings. Then he attached a spreader bar to the woman's ankles. Heavy weights were then suspended from the bar until the stress momentarily took her breath away and caused Leslie to groan as her whole body was stretched taut. She began sweating profusely now, her muscles knotting visibly as Billy carefully added one more weight. Pulling hard on the ropes from which she was suspended, he slowly lowered her until the weights which dangled near her feet were barely off the ground. Leslie could not move. Every inch of her body was pulled tight. Laboring for breath, she had given up begging and was now making only shallow wheezing sounds from deep in her chest.