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Subject: {ASSM} Story: South American Execution (MF, Ff, MMMMMMFf, inc, rp, nc, bsdm, ws, scat, tort, death)
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South American Execution
By Sarah

MF, Ff, MMMMMMFf, inc, rp, nc, bsdm, ws, scat, tort, death,


WARNING!!!!
This story depicts very graphic and disturbing descriptions of the
mutilation of women where the women are tortured until they die.  Do
not read any farther if this bothers you.
If you are not of legal age, do not read any farther.

This is not my normal style of writing but I was contacted by a
gentleman and his wife with this idea for a plot and they requested I
write the story for them.




South American Execution
MF, Ff, MMMMMMFf, inc, rp, nc, bsdm, ws, scat, tort, death,

For the third day in a row my daughter and I sat in the very small
hotel room and watched the horror able events that were taking place
outside in the South American city we were in.

We had come down to South America as part of a missionary trip with
three other mother-daughter pairs.  My daughter had just turned
seventeen and the other daughters were all sixteen and all of us
mothers were in our mid-thirties so we had quite a bit in common with
each other.

Things had gone very well for the first two weeks of the month that
we planned on being here.  It was the beginning of our third week when
a very large group over-threw the government and took over.  Things had
gone into almost a chaotic state since then.  The new group had some
vendetta against America and it was quickly spreading throughout the
whole area.  They denied any American planes to come and pick up anyone
and so we were stuck.  For fear that the local church members would be
punished in some way by keeping us at their houses, we decided as a
group to move into a hotel in the city and hid out low until things
settled down.  That was five days ago.

Three days ago the programming change on the television drastically.
We were watching the local programs just like we had the previous two
days when the news studio broke in and went to a live feed of out in
the streets of the city.  What we saw shocked us.  Walking through the
streets were the military officers we had seen all over when looking
out our windows but this time they had prisoners.  Female prisoners and
they were being paraded through the streets naked!  We continued to
watch these women walk through the streets as on-lookers yelled at them
and spit on them.  The women all looked like they were American.  They
were all crying.  Their hands were tied behind their backs and there
were short ropes that were attached between their ankles making them
take quick short steps.  They were walking single file and had a rope
that was attached to something that was shoved up inside their pussies.

We both watched in almost silence as we sat together on the double
bed, as that was the only piece of furniture in the room.  We talked
about how humiliating it would be to be force to walk through the
streets naked and be spit on like those women had to endure.  And then
for it to be broadcast on TV just made it that much worse.

For at least an hour these women were forced to walk through the
streets on public display.  We couldn't figure out what was going on or
why they had to do it.  We guessed it was some way to get back with
America for something that they deemed wrong.

Then finally the TV showed them arriving up to a platform with five
large posts sticking up from it.  Four of them were near the corners
and one was in the middle.  The camera panned back and forth a little
and showed that the middle post had two pipes that stuck out of the
side of the post and then elbowed up toward the sky.  The camera zoomed
in on the pipes and you could clearly see that they were riddled with
sharp pieces of metal sticking outward that had been welded on each
one.  They got longer as you went from the top down.  Above this pole
was an electric winch.  Also near the center was a flat table that had
two slotted posts on the one end.  The camera panned up and my daughter
and I both gasped at the same time.  It was a guillotine!  We were
watching these women walk to their execution!

I asked Stephanie if I should turn it off and she said no.  I was
glad because for some reason I wanted to watch it too.

The women were walked up to the platform and then one by one they
were untied from the line and brought up onto the platform and retied
to the four posts with their hands clasped together in front of them
and then hoisted high above them until they were forced to stand on
their tippy toes.  Each post had two women, one on each side facing
away from the post.

Then one guy got up and started to speak.  I tried to decipher the
language but it was hard as the crowd was going crazy when he was
speaking and it was hard to hear him.  What I did catch was something
about the women being whores and for that they were going to suffer
painfully before dying.

Then the officers got up on the stage and paired up two officers to a
girl.  They took turns whipping the girls with whips, crops and canes
all over their entire bodies.  From time to time the officers would
spin a girl around so they could torture her other side.  No part of
their bodies was off limits.  Sometimes one officer would hold a leg up
in the air so that the other could whip their pussy with the whip, crop
or cane.

The camera panned back and forth between all the girls and you could
see that they were in extreme pain.  Their bodies were covered with
welts and black and blue marks.  Most of the women's breasts were
bleeding as they all had spent a lot of time on them.

My daughter made a comment about how she couldn't even imagine how it
would feel to be tortured like that and it brought back memories of my
dad spanking me as a little girl.  It didn't hurt as much as it
humiliated me because it was always a bare bottom spanking when he did
it.  As I got older it always left me confused because I would have to
go wipe myself because my pussy would just get wet during the process.
After I got married I learned that it was a sexual reaction I had to
his spanking.  It bothered me so much that my father turned me on by
spanking me that I actually saw a psychiatrist a couple times to talk
to her about it.  She said it was a normal response for a woman to
become aroused while being spanked.  She explained that it's natural
for a woman to get wet during many activities as a safety to her body,
like if she is raped.  It's part of a submissive side that is in all of
us.  She said that most girls at some point actually have crushes on
their fathers and actually masturbate to thoughts of their fathers
doing other things to them.  It was for that reason that I made sure my
husband never spanked Stephanie.

They worked the women over very slow and cautiously and not one
passed out from pain during the entire ordeal.

After beating the women's bodies for over two hours the officers
attached clamps to the women's nipples and then began hanging weights
on them until thier tits were stretched way down.  The women were very
clearly in pain.  The men would play with the weights and cause even
more pain for the women.

A man grabbed a rod from a metal container in the middle of the
platform and walked over to one of the women.  He held it up to her
face and she started to shake her head back and forth and two other men
had to grab her and hold her still.  It was a branding iron and held it
up to her forehead and seared it into her skin.  Then he did it again
right below her belly button and above her pubic hair.  When he was
finished he put it back in the bucket to heat up for the next woman.
The camera panned in on the branding.  It simply said 'WHORE'.

My daughter asked why the women didn't pass out from the pain of
being branded and I explained that after being whipped as bad as they
had, the adrenalin was probably working through their bodies so much
that the little burned areas were not enough to make them pass out and
escape the pain.

The man worked from woman to woman and branded each in the same
manor.

Finally they untied one of the women and brought her to the center
post with the pipes in it.  They hooked the cable from the winch to the
rope between her wrists and hoisted her up in the air until her crotch
was directly over the top of the wire-barbed pipes.

My daughter asked what I thought they were going to do.  It was at
that point that I asked her again if she wanted to watch them rip the
life right out of that poor woman.  She asked if they were going to
impale her on those pipes and I told her that I was pretty sure they
were going to.

Nothing more was said as we watched them lower her body down onto the
first pipe and start it in ass hole.  The first few inches slid in and
then she simply sat on top of the pipe for a minute or so as the cable
went slack above her.  Her full weight was supported on top of the pipe
that was trying to drive its way through her body.  Then slowly her
body started to slide down and you could see on her face the pain of
the metal barbs ripping not only her asshole apart, but ripping her
insides apart as well.  When about a foot of the pipe had entered her,
the second pipe started entering her pussy.  As it ripped its way
through her pussy, her body began to go through convulsions.  Suddenly
you could see her throat expand a little and her head rolled backwards
and the pipe emerged out through her mouth.

The crowd went nuts.

Quickly the winch started pulling her up and off the pipes, leaving
blood and parts of the woman hanging on each barb of both pipes.  They
lowered her body to the ground and the officers carried her to the
table and placed her head in the guillotine and clamped it down.  We
were both shocked to see that she was still moving a little bit but we
didn't know if it was just the nerves in the body or if she was still
alive.  The men strapped the her down and one officer tied her ankles
together while another grabbed her arms and bend them back breaking
both shoulders so that he could get them down to her back.  Her head
bobbed up and down a little and we guessed that by some miracle she was
still alive although we knew that she was as good as dead.  He slipped
a hook in her ripped up asshole and tied the rope that was attached to
the hook to her wrists.

The officer that had branded the women walked to the side of it and
yelled, "Die you filthy American whore!" and released the rope that
held the blade as the crowd cheered him on.

The blade dropped and in one quick motion severed the woman's head
from her body.  Quickly the officers un-strapped the body and carried
it over to the pole that she had been tortured on and hung it up by the
ankles allowing the blood to drain from her headless neck.

The officer that released the blade grabbed the head by the hair and
held it up for everyone to see and said something to them but the crowd
was going nuts and we couldn't hear him.  He walked over to her body
and two other officers pulled her knees apart and he wedged the head
between them.

Then they went to the next woman and brought her over to the center
pole.

One by one we watched them impale the women on the metal barbed pipes
and then cut their heads off in the guillotine in silence.

When they finished the last woman the camera simply panned back and
forth at all the women's headless bodies as they hung upside down for
all to see.

I looked at the clock.  The whole ordeal had lasted over five hours.
Finally the live feed quit and it went back to normal programs just
like nothing had ever happened.  I turned the TV off.

We turned to each other and gave each other great big hugs.  We had
both just witnessed eight women being tortured and murdered.  It wasn't
like it was in another country.  It was in the same city we were in.
They were American women just like us.  Neither one of us believed that
they were really whores.  We both knew that it was because they were
Americans and it scared the hell out of us because we were trapped in
the country without a way to get home.


The next day was a repeat of the day before.  Once again we watched
eight different women walk through the city's streets to where they
would be tortured to death in the same manor as the eight previous
woman had the day before.


Today was the third day and once again the same events were happening
on the TV screen in our little hotel room.  Eight women, two of which
looked to be about the same age of my daughter were being forced to
walk through the streets on the way to the torture platform.

"Mom?" she asked.

"Yes, honey?"

"Why doesn't the United States come down here and save all of us?"
she asked.

"I'm guessing that they probably don't know everything that is going
on.  This is a local cable channel.  It's probably not even broadcast
in the air for someone else to see.  The US Embassy has been taken over
and shut down and all the US officials have left the country," I
answered.

"So we are probably on our own?" she asked.

"I'm afraid so, honey," I said as I gave her a hug.

"What if they find us?" she said pointing to the TV.

"Stephanie, I'm going to be very honest with you.  If they find us,
we will be tortured and killed just like those women.  I don't want to
mislead you," I said as I looked directly into her eyes.  "Look on the
TV.  Two of those women are probably your age.  They are simply taking
the American women they find regardless of age."

"Mom, I'm really scared," she confessed.

"Me too, honey.  Me too," I said as I gave her a big hug.

"Do you think they will find us?" she asked.

"I hope not, but I'm worried that with the anti-American attitude
that someone will turn us in," I confessed.

We watched in silence as the women were paraded through the streets
to the platform.  As the women were being attached to the posts,
Stephanie broke the silence.

"Mom, can I ask you something personal?"

"Sure, honey.  You know you can ask me anything," I told her.

There was a long pause and I wondered if I should try and pry the
question out or just let her figure out how to ask me.  I decided to
wait.

It was at least a minute later when she finally got up the nerve to
ask.

"Mom, it's kind of embarrassing but when I watch them torture the
women, I get wet, you know, down there," she said pointing to her
crotch.

"You too?" I asked.  "I get wet down there too, but it has a name.
You can call it your pussy.  We are both women, you know," I teased.

"I know, but you are my mom."

"Yeah, but I'm still a girl.  Our bodies are the same.  Stephanie,
when your pussy gets wet like that, do you masturbate?" I asked her.

"Mom!" she exclaimed a little embarrassed.

"There is nothing wrong with it.  I do it all the time," I confessed.

"You do?" she asked.

"Yes.  It's a natural reaction.  If your body is turned on by
something, you might as well let yourself enjoy it.  Tell you what, if
watching these women being tortured is turning you on like it is me,
why don't we both strip down and masturbate as we watch," I said
getting up off the bed.

I pulled my shirt and skirt off of me and stepped out of my panties
as I took my bra off.  Stephanie got up and removed her dress and
underwear after she saw that I was serious.  We both sat back down on
the bed and I spread my legs and let my hands fall to my crotch.  I
could see that she was a little embarrassed so I reached over and
grabbed her hand and placed in on her pussy.

"You are making me a little self conscious by not joining me," I
confessed.

I saw her fingers start to move a little and before long we were both
sinking our fingers deep into our pussies as we watched the women being
tortured and murdered on the TV screen at the foot of the bed, both
knowing we could end up with the same fate.


When the live video feed showing the beheaded women ended, we shut
the TV off and simply lay on the bed talking like we were two friends
instead of mother and daughter.

"Mom, how did you lose your virginity?" she asked out of the blue.

"Well, I was fifteen when your grandma and grandpa had to leave me
with our neighbor for a couple days while they went on a little trip.
On the first night he came in my room and climbed on top of me and
raped me," I confessed.

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed.  "What did grandma and grandpa say when
they got back?"

"I never told anyone.  In fact, you are the first person I ever
told," I confessed.

"Did he do it again?" she asked.

"Oh yes.  For almost three years I spread my legs for that bastard.
In fact, when I got pregnant with you, I was worried that he was the
father.  After you were born, I had blood test to confirm that your dad
was really your dad."

"I never knew that about you," she said.

"How about you?  How did you lose your virginity?" I asked her.

"Steve Johnson got me to go for a ride with him in his pickup and we
ended up in a field and he got my clothes off and fucked me in the bed
of his truck," she confessed turning a little red in the face.

"When was that?" I asked.

"Just before school got out a couple months ago," she said.

"Is that the only time or did he fuck you again?" I asked.

"He fucked me once more just before he broke up with me.  He was a
bastard too."

"Yeah, most men are.  They only want one thing," I said as I reached
over and ran my finger through her slit.

"Mom!  What are you doing?" she asked with shock.

"I don't know," I confessed.  "I just wanted to feel your pussy," I
said still stroking it lightly.

She spread her legs a little and gave me better access.  I let my
finger slide up inside a bit.

"Honey, have you ever eaten out another girl's pussy before?" I asked
her.

"No!" she said.

"I've always had a fantasy of being with another woman," I confessed.
"I don't know if we'll get out of here alive so I want to eat your
pussy tonight, honey."

"What if we do?" she asked.

"Then I'll pay for your therapy," I teased as I got up and climbed on
top of her and put my crotch in her face hoping she would take the
hint.  I leaned down and started to lick her pussy with my tongue as I
continued to finger her.  I felt her tongue lap once through my slit
and it felt wonderful.

"Mom, I can't quite reach you.  Can you lower your pussy to my face a
little?" she asked.

I moved my knees apart little and lowered my pussy to her lips.  I
could feel her hot breath deep in my slit as I continued to work her
pussy with my tongue.

We continued work each other over for several minutes before she
pushed me up and off her mouth enough to talk.

"Mom, I have a confession to make," she said.

"What's that?" I asked.

"I like to surf porn on the Internet," she said.

"Me too," I confessed.  "I guess we probably aren't the missionary
types, huh?" I joked.

"I guess not.  I've seen women grind their pussies into other
people's mouths.  I want you to sit up and grind."

I sat up and moved into a better position and sat on her face.  With
one hand to balance me, I reached down and grabbed her pussy and
roughly fingered it while I played with my breasts with my other hand,
all while I was working my hips to get the best from her tongue.  I
would let her get a breath when I felt her grab my arm and then would
sit back down on her face again.  It took almost five minutes but I
finally came to an orgasm.  When I was done I climbed off of her and
lay down next to her.

Without saying a word, she got up and climbed on top of me and sat on
my face so I returned the favor.  It felt nasty as I watched my own
daughter's pussy and asshole raise and lower to my face each time.
Without saying anything, one time when she sat down she move down a
little and her asshole landed right on my mouth.  At first I thought
about pulling her body back up into position but instead I opened my
mouth wide and pushed my lips to the skin of her crack and began to
suck.  Give the shape of my mouth and her crack, it made a really good
fit and I got a pretty good suction while I was still able to flick my
tongue on her asshole.  She came almost instantly.

She climbed off the top of me and lay down next to me once more.

"That was incredible," we both said in unison and started to laugh.

We lay there in each other's arms and talked a little but mostly just
held each other until we were hungry again.  Periodically there would
be a knock on the door and food would be left for us but someone from
the church so we had our own stash of food and didn't have to go out.

We ate our supper and then laid back down and fell asleep for the
night.


The next day was another execution day.  We watched intently as the
eight women were paraded through the streets to where they would be
tortured and killed but noticed that the route was different this time.
After about fifteen minutes we could hear a crowd outside and we
looked out the window carefully and witnessed first hand the eight new
women walk their last walk.

"It makes me nervous that they are getting closer to our hotel," I
said once the women were past the hotel and we went back to the TV to
view them.

"Yeah, I know what you mean, but there isn't anything we can do about
it.  It's not like we can leave the hotel because they have guards
everywhere.  We would be picked up for sure," she said.

"You're right about that.  If we tried to run it would be death for
sure.  The only thing we can hope for is that the United States sends
in help before they find us."

"Yeah.  For some reason I don't think it's going to happen though,"
she said.

"You either?  I've had the feeling for a couple days now.  Now seeing
them go past our hotel makes me doubt it even more," I told her.

We wanted to keep up the hope of making it out alive but we had to
face reality.  We were stranded in a foreign country that the United
States had been kicked out of.  There was a huge anti-American movement
going on and they were torturing and killing eight American women every
day.  They had already killed 24 and there was another eight on the way
to their painful death as we laid naked in the bed with our fingers
working our pussies as we watched it.

When the last woman was beheaded and hung up to drain, Stephanie got
up and squatted down on my face.

"Mom, please don't think bad of me but I loved it when you sucked on
my asshole," she said as she got into position above my face.

"Honey, I'll do anything you want me to," I said as she lowered her
asshole to my mouth.  She continued to finger her pussy as I sucked and
licked on her asshole.  After a couple minutes I even got up the nerve
to stick my tongue up inside a little but I pressed against something
hard and after a couple tries, I realized that it was filled with shit.
I was surprise that there wasn't a bad flavor with it.  I went back to
just licking.

"Mom, that feels so good," she said as continued to grind her ass in
my face.  "Stick your tongue in me again," she requested.

I wasn't going to fulfill her request but then I figured what the
hell.  I didn't taste anything the time before so I rolled my tongue up
into a u-shape again and pushed it up inside.  Once again I felt the
tip of the shit.

"Oh, yeah, mom!  I love it," she said as she ground my mouth even
harder.

I reached up and grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart which
help spread her hole a little more and I was able to stick my tongue in
even farther.  Now my tongue was pushing up along side of the shit in
her hole.

"Oh, God!  I love it!  They are going to impale the first woman, Mom!
I think I'm going to come!" and with that I felt her body spasm and
with my tongue inside her ass and me pulling it apart, I felt the piece
of shit shoot out of her and into my mouth.  It was gross!

I pushed her up and off of me and ran for the bathroom and spit it
out in the toilet.  When I got back to the bed she was a deep shade of
red.

"I am so sorry, Mom!  I didn't mean to shit in your mouth!" she said
truly humiliated.

"It's ok, honey.  I know you didn't try to do it.  I survived.
Actually it wasn't all that bad," I added thinking about how other than
the disgusting thought of what happened, I didn't have that bad of a
taste or smell.  "Besides, I like to know that I could make you lose
control like that."

"I promise to never do that again.  In fact, I won't want you to eat
my ass out again," she said.

"Honey, there are many times when you do things that embarrass you
but you get over them.  When Mr. Breck would fuck me I when I was your
age, I usually shit in the bed because he would yell at me to squeeze
his cock with my pussy.  I would get confused when he yelled and
squeeze the wrong muscle and shit in the bed," I confessed.

"Oh my god!  That would be humiliating!"

"Oh, it was.  When we were done fucking, then I would have to pick it
up with my hands and carry it to the bathroom and then change the
sheets on the bed and wash them."

"If you didn't pick it up until after you were done fucking,
didn't it get smeared all through the sheets?" she asked.

"Yes.  Usually all through the sheets and all over me.  Mr. Breck
considered himself as teaching me how to fuck so many times as a
punishment he would make me pick it up and spear it all over my tits
and stomach so that I would remember to squeeze my pussy and not my ass
when fucking."

"Why did you keep going back for more?" she asked.

"Mr. Breck threatened to tell other kids about me shitting while
fucking I knew that kind of bad reputation would spread like wildfire
and I had to keep letting him fuck me."

"Did you ever pee while having sex?" she asked.

"Oh yeah.  Mr. Breck first made me do that.  He knew that if I had
drank a lot before having sex and needed to go to the bathroom, if he
pushed on my bladder while fucking me that I would lose control and pee
all over.  He would usually only do this if we were on the kitchen
table or in the basement where it could be clean up easily."

"So you are not mad at me?" she asked looking for reassurance.

"No, honey, I'm not mad at you," I said as I gave her a hug.

I didn't climb on top of her until after we both watched the other
seven women impaled on the pipes and then beheaded.

"What do you think it feels like when the pipes are ripping up
through their bodies?" she asked me.

"I can't even imagine, honey," I said as we continued to watch.

When it went back to regular programming, I turned the TV off and
then told her to lie down.  I climbed on top and it was her turn to
lick my asshole.  She stuck her tongue up inside and I realized what
she liked about the feeling.  It didn't take long before I came myself,
but I didn't shit in her mouth.


The next day the parade of condemned women went past our hotel once
again.

As we laid in the bed holding each other with one hand and fingering
each other with the other, Stephanie looked deep into my eyes and bit
her lip.  I knew her to well to know she had something she wanted to
ask me.

"You want me to lick your asshole again?" I asked anticipating the
question.

She only nodded and kept biting her lip so I knew there was more.

"You want to shit in my mouth again?" I asked no really sure if that
was what she was looking for.

"Do you think bad of me?" she asked.

"Does it really turn you on to do it?" I asked.

"No.  Yes.  I'm not sure.  I could hardly sleep last night when I
would think about it.  I'm sorry.  Just forget about it."

"No, I'm not going to do that.  Come on, I got an idea.  Get on your
hands and knees," I instructed her as I climbed up off the bed.

I climbed between her legs and put my nose in the crack of her ass.

"Ok, now go ahead and shit and I'll catch it and put it in the
bathroom," I instructed.

"No, Mom.  That's not what I want.  I don't want you to simply catch
it.  I want you to lick me out like before."

She got up and I laid back down on the bed as I watched the first
woman begin to take her strokes from the whip.  Stephanie climbed on
top and sat down with her ass on my mouth.  My tongue started to probe
her hole once again and felt the end of the shit.  I couldn't believe I
was going to let her do it to me a second time.

She held off pushing it into my mouth until I got her to climax and
then she pushed it hard.  It pushed to the back of my throat and then I
started to push her up and off of me as she continued to shit.  I
actually had to grab it with both hands to support it as she finished
and I ran to the bathroom once more.

"Oh, god mom!  That was wonderful!  Thank you." she said.

I didn't respond.


The next morning we were woken up to pounding on the door.  When I
opened the door six military officers forced themselves into our small
little room.

"Passport, please!" the man shouted at me.

"What?" I asked still a little confused from being woken up.

"Passport.  I want to see your passport.  Are you American?" he
asked.

"Yes.  We are American," I told him.  He would find out anyway.  I
grabbed our passports and handed them to him.  He opened them up and
looked a little and then closed them up.

"Sarah Jenson and Stephanie Jenson, you have both just been found
guilty of being whores."

"NO!" Stephanie screamed.

"Being found guilty of being a whore carries a punishment of being
tortured to death, therefore you are both sentenced to die today.  As
of this moment, you have no rights.  Being found guilty removes all
your rights.  Now stand up and strip.  You will be naked until your
execution."

There wasn't much we could do.  There were six of them and only two
of us.  We both removed our nighties and placed them on the bed.

"What will happen with our bodies after we are killed?" I asked
the officer.

"They will be sent to a factory where they will be ground up for
dog food.  Doesn't that seem like a fit use for whores like you and
your daughter?" he asked more or less mocking me.

I didn't answer.

"Well?" he insisted on an answer.

I hung my head and said, "I guess so."

They all laughed as they threw all the covers from the bed to the
floor and laid both of us back on it and for the next three hours took
turns raping us in all our holes.  From time to time new officers would
come in the room and some would leave.  We each had cocks inside of us
almost all the time and I was getting very sore by the time the leader
ordered us to stand up against the wall and place our hands behind our
backs.  I had lost track of how many times I came for them.

As I stood facing the wall and allowed them to tie my wrists together
I thought about how I would never feel another cock inside of me again
and the next time I was fucked it would be by that metal spiked pipe
that we watched so many other women get impaled on.

I felt a tear roll down my cheek.  I looked over at Stephanie
standing next to me and saw that she was crying.  I brushed her
shoulder with mine and tried to give her a friendly smile.

They escorted us out of the room and down to the street where the
other three pairs of mothers and daughters were already tied up in the
line.  They pushed in a plug into our pussies and turned the lever on
it.  I felt it expand deep inside of me and knew that it would not slip
out.  They tied the rope to each of us and then we proceeded to
commence our walk that was had watched all the other women walk in the
previous days.  We all knew what lay ahead.  We knew what was ahead for
us.  We all knew that we were going to be tortured and then we would
die.

As we walked the streets naked in front of all the people I tried not
to look at them.  I only looked at Stephanie's back, shoulders and
ass ahead of me.  I pictured how it was going to look in the next few
hours as they whipped her soft skin.  I felt my pussy get wet and then
I started to feel the sperm drip out of me and onto the pavement
between my feet as I walked.

The walk seemed to go on forever and my legs were killing me by the
time we rounded the last corner and the platform came into view.  We
all started to cry.  We knew what it meant.

One by one we were hauled up on the platform and tied into place.
Then just like the officer had done with all the other women, he got up
and announced to everyone that we were found guilty of being whores and
that we were to be tortured and executed.

Then the whipping started.  It hurt a lot more than I ever thought it
would.  I could feel Stephanie pull on the pole as she received her
blows and her bone shrilling screams were very loud.  The crowd loved
it and she got so much more than I got.

Blow after blow, my body was on fire.  My breasts were black and blue
and bleeding.  My right nipple had been sliced have way off my breasts.
When the officer lifted my leg and the other office used the whip on
my pussy I just about passed out from the pain.  Finally they turned me
around to whip my backside and I face Stephanie.  She was sobbing from
the pain and I could see why.  Both of her breasts where nothing but
black and blue and even her face was nothing but stripes of welts.

For at least a half hour I endured not only the whipping to my own
body from behind but I also had to suffer through watching my baby girl
being tortured in front of my own eyes, totally helpless.

Finally the whipping stopped and they spun me back around and we all
waited for our turn to be branded as whores before being impaled on the
metal barbed pipes.

"Mom?" I heard her whisper from behind me.

"Yes?" I answered.

"I love you!" she said.

"I love you too," I managed to get out through the tears and sobs.  I
couldn't control myself.  I didn't want to die and I didn't want to
lose my daughter.

One by one each of us were branded on our forehead as a "WHORE"
and also below our belly buttons.  I was surprised when it really
didn't hurt much more than what the rest of my body hurt.

One by one the daughters were led to the impaling pole and then their
mother right after.  Finally it was Stephanie's turn.

I spun around and gave her a last look and told her I loved her one
last time as they drug he to the middle post.

I watched as the winch lifted her up in the air and then lowered her
down on the pipe.  I watched her face as the pipe ripped her body apart
as she slowly slid down the rough shaft.  When the second pipe started
entering her pussy she looked my direction and smiled one last time as
her body started to shake.  From learning about her body over the last
few days in the hotel, I realized that she was having an orgasm.

She looked up towards the sky as the pipe started coming through her
neck and it came out her mouth, just as we had seen happen so many
times before.

The winch started up again soon her body was being pulled back up and
ripped apart even more.  I could hear her gurgling and knew that she
was trying to breath but was essentially drowning in her own blood, but
I knew she was still alive because she looked my direction as they put
on the guillotine table.  Then the officer ordered her to die and
pulled the rope and the blade fell to the bottom and severed her head.


They carried my dead daughter's body to the post behind me and hung
it up by her ankles.  Then they untied my wrists and escorted me over
to the center post.  It was almost over.

Everything started to move in slow motion as they started to tie my
wrists together and hook them to the winch cable.  Before I realized
it, I was off the ground and I felt the end of the pipe probe my
asshole briefly before starting to slide inside.  I felt it slide
smoothly in for a few inches before feeling the first metal barb rip
though the crack of my ass.  I let out a little scream just as the
other women had all done and then I felt the next barb.  It was facing
forward and when it ripped through, it ripped completely into my pussy.
The pain was so much that it left me speechless.  I couldn't even
scream.

The pipe continued to rip my ass apart but at the same time it was
pushing up through my insides.  I could feel it ripping everything
apart.

Then I felt the second pipe enter my pussy.  It was weird but as it
started to rip me apart, I found myself having an orgasm.  I couldn't
explain it and I didn't want to.  I didn't have time.  I let it
distract me as the pipes ripped my body apart and pushed up through
them.

I felt my air get cut off as the pipe ripped through my airway and
rise up through my neck.  I looked upward and felt it push out into the
open.

I heard the crowd cheer and thought about how they were cheering my
torment and death.  I had another small orgasm as the winch pulled my
body up and off the pipes dispite the fact that I couldn't breath and
knew deep down that I would never take another breath.

They carried me over to the guillotine table and strapped me down.
I was still trying to get a breath of air when I heard the officer
order me to die.  I heard a 'click' and the sliding of the blade.  A
moment later the floor of the platform came flying up towards my face
and hit me.  Then the officer picked up my head with my hair and held
it up for all to see.   It was strange but I could still see everything
just like I was alive.

I was dead, but no one told my mind that.

Finally everything started to get very bright.  I knew it was finally
over.



Sarah
sstry01@hotmail.com
www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/sarah/www

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