The plan
The Commandant launched into a long lecture in Spanish which
Angie could not follow. Then he started to draw pornographic
pictures on the whiteboard which were very graphic and quite
clear to her, especially as he labeled them in both Spanish and
English. They consisted mainly of penises penetrating parts of a
woman's body in a variety of ways, but included some horrible
images of parts of a woman's body being cut open or cut off.
With her thoughts focused on the blood between her legs, Angie
had no idea what he was carrying on about, until he explained to
her in English.
They had already subjected the prisoner to intensive
interrogation including torture and buggery, but the man had
proved to be very tough and resilient, so far he had told them
nothing. He had a wife and two children, both girls, which they
were quite sure they could use to break him.
The Commandant explained that it was very important that they
managed to break the prisoner that day, before Juan heard of the
man's capture. If they failed he would give the prisoner's wife
and daughters to the men that night. He would not limit the time
the men would have with them, so they would be used continually
until eventually they died of exhaustion or whatever the men
might decide to do with them. The girls were young and he didn't
think they would last the night and he knew that Angie would not
want any woman to suffer such a death, especially two innocent
young virgins. Moreover the prisoner would be forced to watch the
suffering of his family in a final attempt to break him. After
they were gone, the prisoner would be shot. Of course, if the
prisoner helped them capture Juan, he and his family would be set
free and Angie herself would be sent back to America, which would
be a bonus for her wouldn't it.
Angie despaired at the thought of two young girls having to go
through what she had the previous night and would do anything she
could to help them, but couldn't see how she would be involved.
The Commandant told her she could make a great contribution to
the welfare of the girls as Angie would be the main inquisitor.
This shocked and bewildered Angie, she could not understand how
she could interrogate the man, especially as she didn't even
speak Spanish. Then the Commandant explained his Machiavellian
scheme. Angie would direct the torture. He gave her a long
pointer which she had to use to indicate the woman she wanted
tortured, then she had to point to the whiteboard to show the
type of torture and hold up her fingers to indicate the amount of
torture. While she did this they would continually ask the
prisoner for the location of Juan's hideout until he broke down.
Angie suddenly realized why there were so many men in the room.
They were not interrogators but merely carriers of cocks to be
used on the prisoner's family.
Before bringing in the prisoner, he indicated that Angie should
get dressed. She looked around in desperation, in some vain hope
that Ella might be there with some pads. She couldn't get
dressed without pads. She looked at the Commandant appealingly,
despite her rage she couldn't stop tears forming in her eyes.
"Can I have some sanitary napkins please?" she whispered weakly,
hoping that the audience could not hear her. The Commandant
simply ignored her request.
Reluctantly, Angie picked up her white bra, put it around her
with the clips at the front, fastened it, and twisted it around
until the cups were under her bruised breasts, put her arms
through the shoulder straps and pulled it into position over her
breasts. Then she had the indignity of having to adjust her
breasts in the bra in front of an audience again, as she pulled
each cup out and pushed her breast into a more comfortable
position.
There was blood running down the inside of her leg and she had to
clean it somehow before putting on her panties. She bent over
and picked up the breast pads off the floor and used one to wipe
the blood from the inside of her leg. Then she put the other in
her vagina and wiped it pushing the pad into remove as much blood
as she could. As she did this she was very aware of the 30 or so
male eyes watching every move she made.
She picked up her white panties off the floor and put them on
carefully to avoid staining them with any traces of blood. She
did this automatically even though she knew they would have new
blood on them in minutes. Then she put the white dress back on
and she was ready.
Interrogation
She hardly recognized the man she had betrayed when they brought
him in. He had been an upright grey haired man in his fifties,
now he seemed to be very old and stooped with patches of hair
missing exposing his scalp. He stumbled between his guards bent
over with his legs and arms in chains. They made him stand to
one side of the dais and as he looked up he saw Angie standing
there in her white dress. He stared her with such hatred that it
made her physically recoil.
Then they brought in his family. His wife was plump and middle
aged, but you could see that she had once been as pretty as her
daughters; one of whom looked about 17 fully grown as a woman but
still with the slightness and fragility of youth, the other just
entering puberty with the hips of a boy but with the shape of
newly forming breasts showing through her dress.
All three women looked petrified.
When he saw his wife and children enter the room, the man let out
a terrible moan and tried to bang his head with his chains
For about 10 minutes the Commandant harangued the prisoner in
Spanish, before telling Angie to start the torture.
Her mind was spinning, although she had just exposed the details
of her menstruation to this room full of men, for some reason she
was filled with anxiety at the thought that at any moment her
white dress might start to show red blood stains to everybody.
At the same time she had to try to help this poor man and these
innocent women. She had to get the man to betray Juan as soon as
possible. She could not explain her reasons to him as he did not
speak English, so she had to torture his family in a way which
would cause the man to break down and at the same time hurt the
three women waiting for her decision as little as possible.
She must start with his wife; she could not inflict sexual
torture on these young girls. She pointed to the picture on the
white board of a woman being undressed with the word 'Strip'
alongside and then pointed to the middle aged woman. The
Commandant gabbled in Spanish and two men pulled the woman on to
the platform and started ripping her clothes off. The prisoner
just stared at Angie with a look so baleful that she thought that
he would kill her with his bare hands if it were not for the
chains. If only she could explain to him.
The woman screamed and struggled as the men tore at her clothing.
She tried to bite one of her guards until she was slapped in the
face. Angie couldn't help thinking "I didn't scream and struggle
did I. I just did what they told me and stripped for them. I
should have screamed. They will rape her and there is nothing
she can do about it, but at least by fighting them she will know
that she is not a slut and that she tried to stop them. I didn't
even try. Maybe I really wanted them to do it to me.
Under her dress the woman wore very large and old fashioned
underwear. Soon her bra was off revealing two large white
breasts drooping so that the nipples pointed down. The woman's
whole body sagged including the layers of fat around her middle.
Once her panties were off, she stopped struggling and just moaned
to herself, as her sex was displayed to the room.
The prisoner, looked hurt and in pain. He was closing his eyes
and muttering to himself. The Commandant kept questioning him
but he just shook his head and looked at the floor. It was
apparent that undressing his wife would not get him to breakdown
and Angie desperately tried to think of what else she could do.
The woman had to be raped. She pointed to the picture of a cock
going into a woman's vagina, pointed to the man's wife and
letting out a deep sigh she held up five fingers.
Angie saw the wife watching her actions with her mouth open as if
she could not believe that another woman would behave like this.
The prisoner's hatred was also directed at her rather than the
Commandant, as it was she ordered his wife to be raped by five
men.
Angie could hardly bear to watch the rape; it was very sordid,
with cocks going easily into the woman's vagina as she was held
naked and spread-eagled on a table. There didn't even seem to be
much pleasure in it for the men doing the job, they just grunted
and made noises as they came inside the baby stretched cunt.
The prisoner refused to watch so the Commandant had men hold his
head up facing his wife. Then he closed his eyes tightly shut,
so the Commandant had sticky tape put on his eyelids to hold them
open. This way he was forced to view the spectacle of his wife's
debasement, but still he didn't give in.
"Maybe he doesn't love her." Angie thought as the last man
completed his task, leaving the woman lying with her legs open,
he vagina dribbling cum as she moaned quietly to herself. It had
to be the daughters then. Angie couldn't bear to see the younger
girl raped, at least the older girl may have had some sexual
experience, she thought.
Having seen what had happened to her mother, the older daughter
did not struggle but just cried as she was undressed. Her body
was slim and attractive with firm breasts and rounded hips. All
the men in the audience seemed very appreciative of her and were
hoping that they would get to enjoy this young girl. The prisoner
seemed very distraught at having to watch his eldest daughter
stripped naked for a male audience and knowing what would happen
to her next. Despite himself he looked at Angie hoping that she
would spare his daughter being forced to have her first sexual
experience in the hands of these rough soldiers while providing
entertainment for a room full of men.
Angie saw him looking at her. She had to shock him into giving
in, or it would get worse and worse. Staring him straight in the
eyes she pointed to the picture of a cock in a vagina, then to
the elder daughter and then slowly and very deliberately held up
the fingers of both hands. Surely he would collapse at having
his daughter raped by 10 men in front of him.
The prisoner's mouth spasmed into a snarl as he saw what she had
chosen for his beloved daughter. Then he spat at Angie and
shouted at her in guttural Spanish. The Commandant was very
amused by the proceedings; it was all going very well.
The girl did scream and struggle as she was held down on the
table and her legs opened to the men watching intently He pink
vagina looked very chaste and her screams were ear splitting as
the first cock penetrated her. She had been a virgin and there
was much bleeding from her ruptured hymen. The ten men assigned
to the girl were much too enthusiastic at their task to worry
about a little blood.
Watching the unfortunate girl's bleeding, Angie remembered her
own condition and felt the wetness in her panties. She wondered
if it was showing through her dress, but didn't dare look. In
any case nobody was interested in her at this time.
When they had finished with her, the girl lay very pale and
still. Angie thought that she must have passed out from the
shock of so many cocks in her. The man had still not betrayed
Juan despite his obvious agony at seeing his daughter defiled.
How could she get him to see sense? She could have the youngest
daughter raped by twenty men, but would that make any
difference.
Suddenly she was angry. Angry with herself at what she was doing
and the slut she had become; angry with the Commandant for
forcing her into this situation and angry with the man for not
giving in, while is family was ruined in front of his eyes. All
men were the same, all they cared for was themselves and their
cocks, this man didn't deserve to have a wife and children, in
any case his wife was a whore the way she let those men fuck
her.
She would shock him into giving in. She waited until the prisoner
was looking at her and then with a distorted smile on her face
pointed to his wife and then slowly and deliberately pointed to
the picture showing a woman's breast with a knife cutting the
nipple off.
The prisoner let out a howl of outrage and lunged at Angie. He
caught his guards off balance and almost reached the platform,
but fell flat on the floor before he got to her. His guards
dragged him to his feet by his chains and gratuitously kneed him
in the stomach.
His wife had been bending over his daughter nursing her after her
ordeal and did not know what Angie had ordered. Angie herself
felt sick at her actions despite her seething anger. They would
not do it, he would stop them. It was just a threat to get the
man to see reason; no person could possibly inflict that upon a
woman. Then she remembered the whore who had her breasts cut
off. Surely it was inconceivable that they would do such a thing
to the woman.
Two men grasped the wife by both arms and pulled her off her
daughter. She looked helpless as they held her up in front of
her husband. Her nudity was not sexy but merely pathetic with
her rolls of flabby fat sagging down in pale unsightly lumps.
She was alarmed but clearly had no idea what was in store for
her. Her husband knew and was crying for her in anguish begging
for her forgiveness.
Two men took hold of the woman pushing her chest out towards her
husband. The third, held her left breast in his hand, and then
lifted its weight until her nipple pointed out. Calmly he took
out a barber's razor and put the blade under her nipple while he
pulled on the nipple with his other hand. He looked up at the
Commandant. Now the woman understood what was happening and
struggled with all her might, letting out a piercing scream
almost drowning out the babble from her husband. The Commandant
asked him one more time for the location of Juan's hideout. Then
he nodded at the soldier with the razor.
The razor sliced through her breast like a butcher cutting pork
as the man cut her nipple off in a single movement. Blood
poured out of the wound and down the woman's body and she
screamed from the agonizing pain. Holding the severed nipple in
his hand the man walked over to the prisoner with a big grin on
his face and reached out to put it to the prisoner's mouth. He
spat it out as though it was venom. Still smiling the man picked
it up and placed the nipple in a jar of liquid to preserve it for
the Trophy Room. There was pandemonium in the room with the
screams of the wife, combining with those of her daughters and a
loud braying sound from the prisoner.
Angie couldn't believe what they had done to the woman; it was
the most horrible thing that she had ever witnessed. What was
worse was that it was her fault.
The soldiers managed to stop the bleeding from the woman's breast
with pads and tapes. The poor woman had subsided into sobs of
pain and shock from the mutilation she had suffered. Otherwise
it had gone strangely quiet in the room as everybody looked at
Angie to see what terrible thing she would order next.
Angie felt strangely calm. If she failed to make the prisoner
reveal the location of the hideout, all three women would die a
terrible death. She had no choice but to proceed.
She looked at the youngest daughter and pointed to her before
pointing to the 'Strip' picture. This is what most of the men in
the room had been waiting for. It was exciting to them to see a
girl in puberty stripped and assaulted, she would be the most
delicious of the three women, possibly better even than the
American whore.
The young girl looked innocent and bewildered as they brought her
to stand under the spotlights. Instead of ordering her to be
undressed, the Commandant spoke to the girl in Spanish and she
slowly began to undress herself. She undid her white blouse and
took it off carefully placing it on the chair beside her, and
then she undid the button of her pleated skirt and unzipped it.
After she stepped out of it she hung it beside her blouse. Her
underwear consisted of a pair of blue knickers and a white vest.
She had not yet been fitted with her first bra.
She looked appealingly at the Commandant before taking off the
vest to reveal her slim body with two budding young breasts
capped with delicate pink nipples. At last she started to cry as
she pulled her knickers down and stepped out of them. She had a
light fluffy down of pubic hairs that did not conceal her virgin
slit. At the Commandant's instruction she turned to face her
audience stood there alone, naked and revealed by the harsh glare
of the lights.
There was complete silence as the men enjoyed the exhibition and
then gradually transferred their attention to Angie hoping that
she would indicate that the girl should be fucked by 30 men.
Angie spoke coarsely to the Commandant. "Tell him he has to tell
where Juan is, or I will destroy his youngest daughter." As the
Commandant spoke to him, the prisoner just looked at Angie
shaking his head. The Commandant said "I am sorry Angie, but he
still refuses."
Angie pointed to the girl and then pointed to the white board
choosing the worst of all the images that of a woman's breast
being severed from her body.
There was an audible gasp from around the room. This was one of
the worst things that could be done to a woman and could well
result in her bleeding to death. To do this to such a young girl
with newly forming breasts was cruel indeed.
The prisoner could not believe his eyes. He just stood silent
and open mouthed.
Four men took hold of the tiny fragile body and held the girl so
she could not move. The man with the razor positioned her so
that her father would get the clearest view. He took hold of one
of the little girl's nipples and pulled on it so her tiny breast
was pulled out. He placed the razor under her breast and slowly
began to cut upward.
The prisoner shouted something which made the razor man stop just
as blood started to dribble from a small cut under the girl's
breast. His eyes rolling madly the prisoner started to gabble to
the Commandant, whose face twisted into a tiny mean smile.
Sentence
Angie had six days of respite in her cell while they went to
capture Juan. Each day Ella bathed, nursed and fondled her which
assisted in her recovery. On the seventh day the Commandant came
to her cell.
Her mind was in turmoil as she wondered whether her beloved Juan
was dead or captured. "Unfortunately my dear he escaped" were
the Commandants first words. Angie's immediate reaction was one
of relief followed by anxiety as to what would happen to her now.
The Commandant saw the look on her face and said "Yes my dear it
is lucky for Juan but very unlucky for you. Now you will have to
stay with us and provide entertainment for many months, perhaps
years." Privately he was thinking that he would continue to use
her at least until he retired. The demand for her DVD's was
insatiable and the web site was getting tens of thousands of hits
each day, thousands of new members were signing up at a high
price for the privilege of accessing video and photos of Angie,
as well as web cams. Surprisingly, the sound of her moaning as
she was triple fucked was very popular. He had many interesting
sexual experiments he wanted to try out on her, but he would be
careful to ensure that she was not damaged the way she had been
on her first appearance in the Theatre Room.
He explained to Angie "Before I left, I arranged for videos of
you to be distributed to the townsfolk through my friend the
mayor. The video is very interesting; it starts with you sucking
my cock, carefully edited to show how much you are enjoying your
task. The viewers cannot see my face only that you are providing
gratification for a military man, but of course you can be
clearly identified as it is difficult for a woman to suck cock
without showing her face.
Most of the video is of your opening performance in the Theatre
Room. I am sure you remember your behavior my dear, no editing
was required at all, as you are so clearly enthusiastic as you
strip in front of such a large male audience. The highlight is
your orgasm with your finger in your cunt, to the accompaniment
of much moaning and groaning. None of the townsfolk will have
ever seen a woman do this let alone on stage in front of 400
men."
"By now most of the men in the town and many of the women will
have enjoyed your show and will be filled with loathing at the
disgusting slag you are Angie, the women will be ashamed that you
are female and the men will know that you are only fit for use as
a cum receptacle, like an old condom in a sewer. They hate the
military in the Town and knowing that you performed for the
pleasure of soldiers will only make them despise you more."
"However, I am sure that you will be pleased to learn that I have
kept my promise to let the man who you betrayed to us return to
his home in the Town along with his wife and daughters.
Unfortunately his wife is slightly less female than she was when
you first met her Angie. I understand that the elder daughter
has not spoken a word since you arranged for her to be raped by
ten men and the younger daughter crouches in a corner of the room
crying all day long. I am sure that most of the people in town
know of your contribution to the unfortunate condition of this
family dear Angie and I expect that they will let you know their
opinion of you when they see you next."
"Which will be tomorrow, as I have decided to make you available
to the Townsfolk for five days in each week. This will continue
indefinitely unless Juan comes to rescue you and we capture him.
You will have two days of rest, Wednesday and Sunday. You will
need this time off your sexual duties in the town as I will make
you available to my men in the Theatre Room every Tuesday and
Saturday evening from 7pm to 1am.
I do not wish to see you die quickly, Angie, so I have arranged
for you to have personal bodyguards who will protect you from any
man from the town or garrison who is overenthusiastic and may
cause you permanent damage. Of course most of the attention you
receive will be sexual and there will be some unavoidable wear
and tear to your body, but the guard will ensure your survival.
Your bodyguard will have special privileges to access your
services outside normal hours and Ella will continue to care for
you in her own special way."
The Commandant was delighted at the way things had turned out.
With luck the woman could last years of sexual abuse and
exposure. He was sure that many of her fans would be interested
to view her gradual deterioration through over-use of her sexual
organs. He would arrange for her to have weekly checkups with
the garrison doctor to ensure that she was kept healthy, He was
very strict with his men about sexually transmitted diseases and
he was sure that they were clean. The town was also generally
clean as it was such an isolated community, so her main risk
would be from visitors to the town who would no doubt wish to use
her services. The woman was on the pill so an unwanted pregnancy
was unlikely.
Everywhere she went would be videoed and much of it broadcast
live on the web site. Ella's fond attentions had been a source
of pleasure to many already. It was strange the way that so many
men liked to see a lesbian fondling another woman. Many would
enjoy watching Angie undergoing her weekly medical examination as
there was a camera hidden above the examination table so that
when the poor woman's legs were in the stirrups she would be
fully displayed to her public. He had even arranged for a video
off-take from the doctors instruments which would be inserted
deep into her vagina. It should make interesting viewing.
Most of all he was looking forward to viewing the modifications
he had made to the shelter in the town square. It now had live
video from several locations and included infra-red lighting and
cameras for night viewing. He was sure that the men in the town
would not hesitate to use Angie in a variety of ways now that she
was so universally despised.
Angie was speechless; she had been sentenced to sexual abuse in
public for the rest of her life.
The Square
She slept badly that night, worrying about the next day. It had
been terrible before to be exhibited in that public square, but
at least the towns-folk had stayed away and she had just had to
put up with the attentions of the soldiers. She prayed that the
good people of the Town would continue to stay away and leave her
tied up but alone. This would be bearable, although she would
still have to entertain the soldiers twice a week. Surely the
women of the Town would not let their men use her sexually even
if they did hate her; some must remember that she was a friend of
Juan's. Then she thought of how she had betrayed Juan and worse
still helped to force his man to reveal Juan's hideout. Perhaps
the Towns people would be cruel to her. She dreaded what might
happen.
Ella made her make-up and dress like a hooker with a completely
see-thru bra and crutch-less see-thru panties. Over this she
wore a clinging white t-shirt with a low neckline showing off her
cleavage and a very short pleated white cotton skirt with a
floral patter in reds and greens. When Angie looked in the
mirror, she saw that the material of her top was so thin that it
molded completely to the shape of her breast and her pointed
nipples could be seen through it as two dark circles. The skirt
was so short as to allow her panties to be seen as she walked.
On her feet she wore white shoes with very high heels.
Her escort did not touch her in the jeep, which was some relief
to Angie. The relief quickly turned to anxiety as they
approached the town square. The streets were filled with people
who stared at her or shook their fists, shouting in Spanish. To
her horror some of the shop windows they passed had large posters
displayed containing various image of her undressing on the
Theatre Room stage. Some showed her breasts and to her utmost
dismay some showed her completely nude with her hand touching her
pubic area. The worst poster did not show her body at all but
just a huge close-up of Angie's face in a look of obviously
orgasmic ecstasy. The text on the posters was apparent even to
Angie's limited Spanish. The words she recognized were "Angie",
"Americano", "puta" and "10am". As they passed the town hall she
saw the town clock, it read 9.55.
The jeep could only move slowly into the square as it was
completely filled with people. Angie thought that there must be
over a thousand. She remembered that Juan had told her that the
town had a population of 3, 400 so it was quite possible that
more than a thousand of them had turned out to see the American
puta pay for her crimes. Angie cringed in the back seat of the
jeep. For once she was glad to have soldiers on either side of
her as they shielded her from some of the spitting, reaching
hands, and angry insults. She was more frightened by the crowd
than anything she had experienced. They would tear her to shreds
and four guards would not be able to protect her once she was out
of the jeep.
The jeep's path was blocked and it stopped surrounded by a sea of
people, it could go no further. The soldiers looked very worried
at having to go the remaining 300 yards on foot. One of them
fired his rifle into the air with an ear splitting boom. The
crowd parted to let them out of the jeep. Two soldiers dragged
Angie out of the jeep and the crowd closed around them. The
noise was deafening with shouts of "puta' and other insults.
Angie was in a blind panic as her guards pulled her through the
great waving angry storm of people. She could feel hands
touching at her pulling at her clothes, grabbing her breasts,
pinching her bottom, clawing for her crutch. She felt her shirt
rip as somebody grabbed at her neckline and pulled it down, so
that her bra covered breast was exposed. Other hands were trying
to pull the shirt up to get it off her. A hand was holding the
bottom of her shirt so hard it was stopping her moving forward.
Her escort pulled hard on her arms to free her and the shirt
ripped at the shoulder seam, then it parted completely and she
felt the t-shirt pulled off her as it was left behind in the
hands of a souvenir hunter.
Now Angie only had the thin transparent bra covering her breasts
but worse they were lifting up her skirt and pulling at her
panties. The cotton skirt was ripping as well as it was pulled
in several directions by four or five pairs of hands. She felt
the waistband give and then her skirt tore loose from her to be
ripped to shreds behind her.
Now she was trapped in this vengeful crowd dressed only in her
bra, panties and high heels. Soon these would be ripped from her
and she would be naked. Another shot from her escort, and to her
relief the crowd to drew back from her. In some ways this was
worse as the space around her enabled the men in the crowd to get
a clearer view of her state of undress and she could see them
greedily looking her up and down as they became more excited and
lusted after the American bitch. She could not cover or protect
herself as her arms were being held by her escort as they tried
to drag her toward the centre of the square.
The mob stayed back watching her until a small boy ran out from
the edge of the crowd and ducking to avoid the soldiers grabbed
at Angie's panties. He chortled with glee as the thin garment
tore and he ran to safety clutching her panties, which were
immediately torn as men sought pieces of the whore's intimate
underclothing, to smell and boast about.
Now she only had her bra and her sex was exposed. Excited by the
boy's actions the crowed surged forward towards her and as they
crashed into Angie somebody grabbed her bra. She stumbled and
felt the bra straps and catch break and she knew that it too was
gone. Now she was naked and she could feel hands pulling at her
tits and groping for her vagina.
In an effort to rescue her one of her guards lunged for her but
was pushed by the crowd and went down under a sea of people.
Then suddenly she was completely surrounded by jeering, spitting
people, pulling at her sex from all directions. Fingers had
penetrated into her vagina and sharp fingernails were ripping
into her. Then her feet left the ground and she felt herself
being carried, lifted high by many hands, some hanging on to her
by her breasts.
Now they held her horizontally facing upwards, she could feel the
wet mucous hitting her body as they spat at her. Her face and
breasts seemed to be their main target. Then she felt hands
pulling on her legs to part them. She began to panic as her legs
were pulled wide open by many hands, so wide that she was afraid
that they would come out of their sockets and that she would be
torn apart.
Her vagina was now completely opened exposed and vulnerable to
the crowd. Then she felt something huge and hard being thrust
into her, already penetrating deep into her. She opened her
mouth to scream and somebody deliberately spat deep into her
mouth, making her choke before swallowing their foul tasting
lumps of phlegm. The pain was excruciating and she could feel
her body splitting her in two. Then there was a great roar and
blackness.
The next thing that Angie knew was that she was being carried
over a man's shoulder up on to the platform in the centre of the
square. He dumped her crumpled body in the centre of the
platform and went to help his comrades knock down people trying
to climb up to get at Angie.
Still groggy, Angie turned over on to her back and saw herself
lying naked above her. For a moment she thought that she was
dead and having an 'out of body' experience but then she
understood that she was looking at a mirrored ceiling that had
been installed over the original podium. She had no doubt that
the mirrors concealed cameras which were photographing her at
this very moment. She automatically covered her breasts with one
arm and her crutch with her other hand, not that it really made
any difference, it was a bit late to be modest, she thought. She
felt bruised and hurt from being pulled and pinched by so many
hands. Her vagina hurt from whatever they had tried to insert
into her and she was still petrified by the sound of the angry
mob, shouting at her from all directions.
After lying there for a while, the noise seemed to subside. As
they had the crowd under control, one of the soldiers came to
deal with Angie and he pulled her to her feet. Now she could see
that the original podium had been greatly heightened, which made
it easier for her guard to defend, while allowing her to be
clearly seen from the furthest corners of the square.
Also several pieces of equipment had been installed, including,
her heart sank, a solid looking table and a bed. She was under
no illusions as to what they would be used for. A huge crowd was
all around her stretching to the edge of the square and into the
side streets. Every face was turned to look at her. The women's
eyes were filled with hatred and vengeance, but she could see
that the men's eyes were filled with lust.
The soldier walked her to the edge of the platform facing the
main part of the crowd, where there were two posts about three
feet apart. Angie grimaced when she saw the wrist and leg chains
attached to the post, but she did not struggle as she was chained
up facing the crowd with her legs and arms wide apart.
Her exposure was complete. Looking up at her men and women in
the crowd could see directly between her legs at her vagina,
which was just lightly covered with a feint fuzz of black hair
after having been shaved a week ago. The treatment she had
received in the Theatre Room meant that her slit was no longer
neat and clean. The lips were ragged and loose, her permanently
enlarged clitoris could be seen hanging down obscenely. Her
breasts were equally displayed. They had regained their shape,
but were still enlarged and her nipples were more prominent than
they had ever been after having been pulled by so many fingers
and mouths.
Scores of men in the crowd had cameras trained on her to record
the American slut's degradation. Angie had become used to having
her sex photographed but would have been horrified if she had
known that in addition to the 1,464 people in the Square, another
26,382 people (mainly men) around the world were viewing her
through the web cameras concealed around the platform.
Fortunately she was also unaware of over 20,000 hard cocks
belonging to the men viewing her who were masturbating imagining
what it would be like to sink their cocks into her.
Target practice
The crowd soon lost interest in shouting insults and spitting at
Angie and looked for other ways to punish the slut. Sharp witted
vendors had anticipated this and were moving through the crowd
selling a variety of missiles to throw at the whore. Mostly
these were rotten tomatoes and eggs.
Soon Angie felt a stinging pain on her left breast and looked
down to see a squashed red tomato sliding down off her nipple.
She moaned and started to cry. They were throwing things at her!
Each time she was hit there was a mighty raw of approval.
Mostly they aimed for her breasts or vagina but a few went for
her face. The crowd loved it each time something hit Angie's
vulva and there was a great roar of approval for the accuracy of
the shot. After about an hour of this she was covered with
smelly rotten rubbish running down her face and body. She was
smarting all over and just wanted to die so that she could get
release from this torture, which was worse than being in the
Theatre Room.
Angie was so frightened by the sheer hatred of the crowd; she
knew that soon they would start to throw stones which would kill
her. She had read that under Muslim law an adulterous woman or
whore like herself could be stoned to death. She knew that these
people were not Muslim but that didn't seem to matter. Her fear
made her bowel turn over. Then suddenly she wanted to shit.
Since that night in the Theatre Room her she could no longer
control her bowel properly. When she needed to shit, it just
came out on its own and now she could feel hot excrement leaking
out of her ass and running down her legs.
The pelting had started to decline as the vendors ran out of
material and the crowd lost interest. Then they saw that shit
was coming out of the whore, which caused great excitement and
many photographs to be taken.
It was hot in the Square and the decaying sticky stuff all over
her started to dry out. This combined with the shit on her ass
and legs proved to be an irresistible attraction for flies and
soon they were buzzing all around Angie. She could not stop them
crawling into her openings, especially her vagina, mouth, nose
and anus. She could close her mouth but both her vulva and anus
gaped open after being stretched in the Theatre Room allowing
flies to crawl into her. Tied spread-eagled to the poles there
was nothing she could do to stop them.