Get your mother off that cross and you are next bitch.
Mother and daughter slave training
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This was your idea mom, now stay strong. I love you, please don't say "switch". The caning will end soon.
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"Honey I think caning is making me horny. I think I am dripping. this is so humiliating" mother whispered to her daughter.
"I know mom you dripped on my ass." replied daughter.
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Hand over your clothes since you won't e needing them ever again in your life. now stand with hands behind your head for inspection.
"Mom this is so humiliating.", said daughter.
"This is our life now honey.", replied mom.
Mother realized she should have thought twice before entering the mother daughter training program as she saw level 2 slave-moms getting their ass caned to pieces.
one can see tears dwelling in her eyes as she realized that she got herself in great trouble
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Nice pics and fantasy idea, Alor. Thanks for posting. I'd add more punishments to their training program
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My name is Maria. It is the 18th anniversary of my birth. I cannot call it birthday because do not know if I ever have been born or if I came to the world in another way. After all what I found out about during the last three days I cannot be sure. But I’m sure I'll go my way to God. My fate is coming true and save me. Today is the day to rescue my soul from the unknown evil. I'm standing here almost naked tightened at a wooden stake on top of a mighty pyre of wood and brushwood. Only a loincloth is covering me from people’s gazes. Next to me a woman chained at to a second stake the same way. She's whimpering and whispering words I cannot understand. They said she's my mother. The woman which has born me. And they say she's a condemned witch.
As long as I can remember I was living in a convent one day journey away from the town. Grew up there with 26 nuns, two donkeys, some hens with a rooster, twelve goats, two cows, a pig and a big market garden. As soon as I could walk I was with them in garden and as soon as I could speak and understand they taught me the love to God and Jesus Christ as the son of God. The nuns showed me how to work hard for survival and to live a life for only one. Ora et labora – pray and work became the sense of all my life until my 12th anniversary of birth. The nuns never called it birthday too.
From this day on my life became different. I still worked with them. They still took me to every worship. Devotions remained a daily duty. Some days after the abbess called me to her chamber. She asked me if I have any idea why I stay here for such long and in such young age. I negated. “So listen Maria.” She said to me and I remember her words until today as I'm tightened to this fateful stake. “You’re an exceptional person. A girl to be rescued and chosen by God even before you came to earth.” “What does that mean?” I was asking this time. “That means,” she had answered. “You need to be prepared. Your way to God will be full of pain and agony but your soul will be hollowed to live happily until eternity. Like Jesus our Lord.” “So I'm going to die?" I disbelieving had asked. “You going to saved by God but you'll be hardly proved before. Therefore you need to be prepared and from now on we must begin.”
Further twice in a week the abbess ordered me to come to her in a cellar chamber where I was beaten and hurt physically. I couldn’t understand why and whenever I started to cry she told me the same words: "Talk to God! Withstand the pain and talk to him! He will ease it.” So it happened. The more of these pain days I had, the more I could find consolation. When I was 15 my body starts to change. I didn't felt like the little horseflies-girl anymore. I got breasts like the other nuns which I was used to see while bathing. My hips grew to rolling and my bottom became female. After some months the abbess at one day told me to undress myself. I didn't understand why but I obeyed. She gave me a nun dress and a hood. I had to put the hood on but to leave the rest of my body nude. Then she felt and fingered my whole body beginning with my legs, turned my pubic hair between thumb and forefinger, pressed my breasts. At least she pinched my nipples. I had yelled loud but I also felt something strange exciting. “Maria,” she spoke to me, “You'll be woman very soon and the time has come to do the next steps for your preparation. You still know why you're here.” “To be rescued by God one day in a trial of pain and agony Reverend Mother.” “Right,” she said, “and you’re succeeding awesome.” Then she took a scourge and started to whipping me all over my naked body. I tried to escape but she shouted me to stand still and to spread my legs wide. “Talk to God! He will ease the pain.”
Today I don't remember how often I sobbing begged her to stop but there was no mercy. Sometimes I spotted tears in her eyes while she was hurting me. So the pain days went on. First two days then three days a week. She was using not whips only but broad leather paddles and big wooden spoons to beat my inner femoral limbs, hardly hit my breasts, spanked my belly but never my face. At the end of every lessons I have had my most terrible fear when she treated my nipples with pincers and hardly whipped my pubic region. Always her words have beaten me in mind. “Talk to God!” So I did. I did until once the abbes had been out. I was hoping the pain day could be canceled but another sister came.
She told me she's ordered to stand in for the Reverend Mother so we went down. She was only some years older than me. 25 I guess. As usual stripped naked except the hood and she started to treat me. But somehow it was different to me. I surely felt the pain. I spoke to God to ease my agony but the pain became sweet while watching her. I even didn’t had the heart to ask her but then I begged her to undress herself too. Surprisingly she complied and undressed just keeping her hood on. I felt exciting while she was excruciating me until I feared something could go wrong with me. My nipples hardened while the whip was hitting my breasts leaving burning red stripes on my skin. At the end when the lips between the legs has been in the row to be treated warm waves grew up in my lower body. When I saw her moving I became sinful horny. I watched her big breasts jiggle with every hit to me but wanted her to continue no matter how much it hurt. From now on everything changed. Still talking to God I enjoyed the pain. Some days later the abbess returned. Immediately she saw the changes with me. When she saw my naked body over and over full of stripes. My breasts red and blue, the nipples half swatted like someone tried to rip them off, a disaster between my legs. But there was no bad word to me. No reproval. Only the pain days became longer but the young nun hid away. I did not ask. I was 16 now. One day Reverend Mother came and ordered me to her chamber. She told me the last step of my preparation shall start this day.
“Do you still know why you're here?” I answered as I did thousands of times before. “Good,” she said. “So your hair must be removed. Follow me to the prayer hall.”
There all the nuns had been gathered around. The Reverend Mother told me to stand opposite to them all. I obeyed. “Undress but keep the hood!” I had been unsure and too shy to leave my clothes to stand naked in front of all these nuns to lose my hair so I hesitated. “Do it, my daughter!” the abbess pushed me. I was wondering how she wants to remove my hair with the hood on my head but slowly I stripped naked. The abbess came to me.
“Now it's time to remove your hair but not on your head. Spread your legs and raise your arms. I felt ashamed how my blood was shooting into my face. Particularly because the wanted to blank my labia. At this moment I hadn’t known how they will do. Two sisters went behind me and held my ankles over my head and one looped a rope around my hips.
“Spread your legs. “ Reverend Mother repeated the order. Slowly I opened them. “You're an awesome and brave young woman.” Reverend Mother continued to speak. “We don't love to do what we must do but it's for your best. Talk to God. Talk to him strong and deep from your soul. I know you can do it.” Then she turned and said. “Bring the candles and the torch.”
I remember this scary moment when I was standing like stunned. Frozen. Only fearing what would happen now. Two other sisters brought two lighted candles and a burning torch. Reverend Mother took the candles and rose them up below my axles. I heard it crackle and felt the painful heat in my axles. Yelling I tried to escape but the sisters held me. “TALK TO GOD!” So convulsive I did what I've done all the years before. Became calm and prayed against the pain not expecting the next agonizing part. Suddenly Reverend Mother moved the candles to my breasts. Firing needles now pierced my nipples. My breath went faster and faster as I saw the flames touching the areola for some short moments. Moaning I suffered it trying to get relief from somewhere until Reverend Mother asked for the torch. From one second to another the pain shots from my breasts down between my spread legs. My scream mingled with the smell of burning hair and the burning bite of fire on my sensitive lips. A hot lance entered my lower body and left incredible agony there. When it was over the sisters caught my twitching body. This has happened every month until four days ago. But again something I couldn’t explain has happened to me. At any time they burnt my hairs away, tortured my breasts, nipples, areola with candles and my lips with a torch I wanted to escape but two days later already I had a feeling of desire for it.
Now three days ago the abbess came to me and told me it's time to tell me the fully truth and that the day to rescue my soul will be on the 18th anniversary of my birth. “Maria. It's time to go your way to God very soon. Now I can tell you all because I was forced to remain silent until today. First. Maria is not your only name. Your second is Luciferia. The reason is….” She stumbled. “…the reason is - you are the daughter of a witch. Your bodily mother has been condemned to death by fire for witchcraft 18 years ago.”
I tried to ask her what this all has to do with me. I believe in God as nobody else as she taught me but she stopped. “Keep silent. It's hard enough to tell you your fate. Your bodily mother was pregnant with you when she was found guilty for witchcraft at the age of only sixteen. She never wanted to tell who is your father but asserted she became pregnant by God like the virgin Mary. No interrogation brought a confession. No warning to blasphemy. Nothing. She was tortured but not hard because she was pregnant. So the court found her guilty for witchcraft and coupling with the evil. The sentence ends in death by burning at the stake in public. For coupling with the devil she should burn alive and besides fully naked. Since she was pregnant she must not be executed immediately by civil law reasons. So the court postponed the burning. In your first months she still was allowed to breastfeed you. Then she was sent to prison. You came to us. Now it's time. The law allows her execution with the day when you're eighteen. She will burn in three days as condemned.”
I was shocked and amazed in one time. Because of me a now 34 years old woman must suffer such a cruel end in fire. In front of a staring crowd she must die stark naked with the horror to burn alive. “Reverend Mother,” I had asked her. "What can I do? What has it to do with my save?” She looked sad. “Nothing you can do. Nothing than to follow what I was teaching you 18 years long. Talk to God.” “But how?” I shouted. “How I can rescue her by talking to God?!” “You cannot save her but God will save you.” I was confused and I saw her avoiding to look into my eyes. “Tell me Reverend Mother!” She swallowed. "The truth is: The reason to postpone the execution for 18 years is that you must follow her as Maria Lucifera - the daughter of the evil but the law says no children may be executed. You ain't a child anymore so now the day reaches fixed as an irrevocably condition in the degree of penalty.” Immediately a harrowing fear came up in my chest but I wanted to know. “That means?” “It means on the 18th anniversary of your birth you shall burn with her at the stake.” I stared to her. “The same way?” The Reverend Mother nodded. “The same way. They are going to burn you together with her in public in three days. Naked and alive. That was the sense of all that painful preparations. Talk to God. He will ease your pain on the way to his eternity.”
Then she left. Left me with my anguished mind and all my fears to the upcoming trials how to pass them. Instinctively I thought about to get away. Just to flee from this spot and to escape the fire. I didn’t have time to think about it. A moment later the Reverend Mother came back accompanied by an armed uniformed man. She told me I had to follow him. The first thing he did was to chain my wrist. He doesn’t look angry but with distrust. “I have an order to bring you to town. Don't resist or make any other trouble. It's better for you and me.” “But why in chains?” I asked. “Cause you’re a witch and it’s my order.” I took a look to Reverend Mother seeking help. “Am I a witch?” “Follow the guard!” she answered. “I cannot do anything.” My heart has beaten like drums when I left the house. Led in chains by the guard to a prison cart. “Will you be with me!?” I called to Reverend Mother through the small grille when the door had been closed. She wordlessly turned away but I saw tears in her eyes.
The cart gave a start that I fell down in the straw which laid around in it. I don’t remember the journey. Neither how far nor how long it took. I woke up from the bright light which felt in as we arrived. Some other guards dragged me out and brought me into a stone building and led me downstairs. There they threw me into a dark dungeon. The door slammed and I was alone. So I thought. Some seconds later I could see someone in the half-light. It was a woman. Dark haired in tattered clothes was laying in straw. She got up and asked me who I am and stated not to need a nun to pray for salvation. Slowly I could recognize her. An around 30 aged woman. My tallness but some more in weight. Not much. I just got remembered to the young nun who once trained me on pain days instead of Reverend Mother. Her gown was in a disastrous shape so one of her breasts appeared through a big tear. I told her my name and that I'm not a nun.
“So Maria,” she answered, “I am a condemned witch. Imprisoned for 18 years but tomorrow I'm to be burned at the stake. Suddenly I did know who was standing there. The woman they called my bodily mother. I felt a lump in my throat as I said: “I'm condemned to burn with you as I'm your daughter.” She had been sunken to the straw covered floor. “They do like they promised,” she had whispered. “We will die together.” I disagreed. I won't die. I will be saved by God. She gave me a desperate laughter. “Have you ever attended a burning of a witch? How they shrieking struggle against the flames? The smell of burning flesh. Their bodies writhe and rip at the chains and they’re yelling out the agony until they fall finally silent.” “No,” I said. “So don’t call it save. They twice brought me out of my prison and forced me to watch poor women dying in fire to punish me. Tomorrow I'll be in the row but with one more humiliation. I must die nude.”
I tried to keep her to talk but she turned away. Became back to the twilight bundled nothing what I've seen at first. “Talk to God. “ I just whispered to her. Then I’ve been alone with me, this will-less body laying there in the straw and my freaked out thoughts about what will come. I did what I always did as long as I could think. I talked to God. Kept my mind away from pondering about a direful end of my naked body in fire. I wasn’t sure anymore if I’d be prepared enough. Somehow I slept away until I woke up from the opening cell door. The guards then brought us out. They dragged us out into a quadrangle where they forced us to undress and deluged us with buckets of water. We must wash ourselves to be in good shape they said. Everything went so quickly. I had no time to feel ashamed of my nudity. They tossed the loincloths to us to wear them. Then they led us away to an oxcart which we had to enter in chains. Then we've been carried out through a gate and the narrow streets to the main square. I heard drums rolling. The rataplan came from soldiers which joined our way and walked ahead through the more an more crowded street. People shouted to us as damned witches. Called us names and it seemed they celebrated. Only as they started to throw refuses to us they got stopped by guards. Mostly they were staring to us both almost naked women on the oxcart. Choruses rose up: “Burn the witches! Burn the witches!...”
I couldn’t believe they all had been come to see two women suffer a cruel fate. I had a look to the woman next to me. She still was a beauty in her age. Her breasts had been not that firm like mine and a little bigger. Her bottom, belly and legs told less about her age than they should. Nevertheless in my mind I compared her to the young nun who treated me years before. Feeling shame I turned my glances away. I made clear to my own I'm being on my way to the hardest trial I ever had and never will have another one. I felt the rumbling of the wooden boards I was standing on. Saw my own nipples slightly bouncing with the cart bumps and felt the weight of my own breasts following them. It felt good but I also feared the hurt they'll have in fire. So I talked to God again to help me. Still I had only a misty idea what’s awaiting me. The more we followed the streets, the more all my body become filled up with anguish. My blood pressured up. My heart drummed but also I become more and more fevered by the imagination of flames on my naked skin.
Then we took the last turn to the main square. I watched the huge pyre with two poles rose out of them. The end of my body showed its ugly face now. Couldn’t feel anything. Couldn’t think anything. Even the shaming of my nakedness flowed away in the certainty that it’ll be me who must climb it up in a few moments to die, how the naked woman next to me had called it. The cart stopped with a jerk. Guards jumped up to led us down and towards the pyre. A roughly joined ladder was leading up and under the hooting and jeering of the crowd they pulled me up to the stake followed by my mother forced to walk by two other strong men. They unchained me just to press me tight to one of the wooden poles. Not gently. I had their hard hands everywhere. Once to my femoral. Once between them under the waistcloth on my vulva. They brutal bent my arms behind to chain them again. The rusty iron clanking rubbed my wrists. Then my ankles had been tightened too. At the end they slung a chain right above my cleavage and around my neck and throat. I shrieked out as the brute squeezed my breasts hardily while fixing me at the pole of incoming agony. A spiteful laughter was the answer only. As they had finished I couldn’t escape anymore. I didn’t know where with my view. Below me a driveling mob demanded to burn me. Even to rip away the waistcloth to see me fully naked. “Show your cunt to burn witch!” they shouted over an over again. Above me a clear sky. Next to me my mother. When I turned I could see her buttocks covered by the waistcloth, shoulder and one of her breasts.
Then the drums rolled again forcing the crowd to silence. A man in a red robe appeared on the verge of the pyre. “Folks,” he talked to the crowd. “We are here to fulfill a 18 years old mission. By law and order Carla Hofer has been condemned to be burned at the stake for blasphemy and witchcraft. At the time she was found guilty her body still bore the fruit of her coupling with the evil. Our gracious law does not allow to kill pregnant women and children. But we cannot allow mercy against the devil and its balefully descendants. Today is the day to show you all what it's like to follow the evil and where it leads even after long years. Today we will hand over Carla Hofer and her daughter Maria Lucifera into the cleansing power of fire to save their souls. Carla Hofer never showed repentance or devotion in front of God so now she must be brought from life to death by fire. She shows you now her naked body as amends of her fail of avidity and concupiscence. The fruit of her body – Maria Lucifera has been condemned by birth to follow her at regular age. Now she too must present her naked body to you to burn with her witch mother. This is to save them both from evil and a warning to you not to become failed and godless.”
Suddenly somebody shouted out: “Stop it!!! Stop it!!! I will stand surety for Maria. She mustn’t be burned. She is like God's own. Born as a daughter of a witch but cleaned in a convent by all saints.” I rose my eyes and saw the Reverend Mother. She went to the Red-Robed man and talked to him for an endless while. I had a look to the naked woman next to me but she not even noticed anything around her. Face down her hair fell on her breast. Some hope came up in my mind but at the same time a feeling of guilt. Could I really escape from the agony of fire? The Red-Robed man rose his hand. “Silence folks. This must be questioned before.” They climbed up the pyre to me. Reverend Mother followed the man to my spot of fate. “Tell me Maria,” he asked. “Is your Reverend Mother right? Have you been turned from evil by birth away to a devotional nun with a life for God only?”
“Yes.” I was answering.
“Call him Father!” Reverend Mother ordered me. “Yes Father,” I repeated. “I talk to God since I was born and I know he will save me.” He took a deep look to me. “But you’re standing here almost naked in front of a crowd as an example of temptation.” “God covers me,” I answered. “Haven’t you come to earth naked too? Father? “ I saw the changes in his eyes. First angry it turns to unbridled astonishment. He nodded. “We mustn't execute depureated sinners. You may go back after one more investigation to your sisters and stay with them and God for the rest of your life.” Something forced me to regret. “Father,” I asked. “What about this poor woman next to me?” Reverend Mother unbelieving watched me. My heart bumped in my throat when I devoted tried to see in the Red-Robed man’s eyes. I saw his view flickering somewhere and always touching my body but avoiding to stare to my breasts. “She must burn. She's condemned already.”
Suddenly a scream ripped the air: “SO DO IT FINALLY. DO IT AND STOP TORTURING ME!” It was my mother. She reared up in chains. I could understand which agony and fear shuddered her. It was my feeling too. A nameless anguish to burn alive. Didn't know why but my last words set the seal on my fate. Inside me a battle was fighting. The anguish to get horribly hurt by the fire and the desire for it. I felt prepared and excited deep in my lower body. Remembered the maybe orgasms I had while fire treatments. To live ahead with my sisters and Reverend Mother without it I didn’t want to imagine. I was at the point of no return. Better to suffer the God’s trail than to live as a witch born.
“So must I,” I said to the Red-Robed. “I'm a child of evil by birth. If you burn her you must burn me too.”
Reverend Mother shouted at me. “Maria! Don’t do that to me.” “I am in his hand.” “YOU WILL BURN ALIVE!” I watched down my naked body. Saw swollen areola my nipples had stand up hard. “I'm a witch. Burn me too!” I only whispered. Then the Red-Robed turned to the people down in front of the pyre. “She confessed,” he had called out. “Maria Lucifera confessed to be a witch as her mother so she must burn as her mother will do." Then they left. The Red-Robed must have held Reverend Mother while stepping down from the pyre. I could hear her sobbing.
Now I'm standing here almost naked tightened at a wooden stake on top of a mighty pyre of wood and brushwood. Next to me a woman bound at to a second stake the same way. She's whimpering and whispering words I cannot understand. The crowd around wakes up from lethargy to new excitement full of hate and pitiableness. Some women keep still. Most of the men leave no doubt about their lust to watch us naked. I feel their glances on my skin, my legs, my breasts and nipples and I'm sure if they could they'd rip away the waistcloth too to divest my femaleness. I turn as well as the chains allow to see the woman next to me. Still I can see her arm, leg, waist and a breast but she seems fully paralyzed. Her nipple has hardened too and the breast goes up and down in heavily breathing. The crowd becomes loud again.
"Kill them!" "Burn the Witches!" "Give them to the flames!" "Burn them! Burn them!" "Make them pay for what they've done!" “They must burn!” Then in a frightening chorus. "Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn!...." Then the Red-Robed spreads his arms. Immediately the crowd stops to shout.
"Almighty God. We now give two souls to your hand and beg for your mercy. Release them from the claws of evil and take their souls to your glory after they being freed from these sinful bodies by the cleaning power of fire." He turns to me. "Carla Hofer and Maria Lucifera. You will now be brought from life to death by burning alive at the stake. You will burn until your bodies fall to ashes. Your ashes will be scattered to the four winds. May God have mercy with your souls."
It starts. My fear impends to dominate me. I feel it in my throbbing heartbeats and temples. "Now they will burn you" runs though my mind.
"Light the fire!"
I cannot see what the executioner does but it became deadly silent. Only steps to carried for a moment. Silence again. A cry suddenly breaks it. "NOOOOO!!! NOOOO! DON'T DO IT! I'M NO WITCH! I DON'T WANNA BURN!“ It's my mother. Stiff I press myself to the raw stake at my back. From behind me I hear a noise. It's getting more and louder to a crackle. My mother howls and sticks in a cough. I turn my head towards her and see the rising smoke. Smell now the burning wood. I see my mother in rising smoke. She squirms and drags at the chains. The smoke slowly wafts to me but I cannot see something on my side. Shivering I realize – they lighted the fire only on mother's side. First I will undergo her agony to burn until the flames will reach me from back. My teeth presses each other together. It pops and cracks behind me. My mother moans and screeches. I turn again as well as I can. The smoke blows away from her. Sparks fly up and I presage the upcoming flames. Not long anymore they will reach me. Already I feel warm waves of air stream up on my legs and back. I hear a moaning gasp behind me and turn my head again. Flickering light lights her legs. Now a scream penetrates my ears and mind. Full of pain and panic. The flames reaches her feet and lower legs. She's squirming in her restraints. I not only see it. I feel the moving below my soles.
“Talk to God,” I shout. “Talk to God to ease it!” Inside me excitement an suffocating trepidation are fighting. She writhes and tries to tear herself from from the chains and my ears are pained with her screams. I see flames rising up on her leg. The skin reddens in seconds and a horrible view is going on. In the waves of hot air the waistcloth rises and catches fire. In one moment it blaze up in to engulf her belly and breast. Her shrieks becomes piercing for this second while the waistcloth burns away. I stare to her breast and leg and my inner excitement grows more and more. Now I feel the heat too. It singes my legs in the back and my buttocks. Between my legs something touches me. I watch down and see also my waistcloth moving. And I see the papillas of my breasts standing stiff. My breasts move up and down with my heavy gasps. Yet I just feel heat around me and no pain. A wet feeling between my legs and warm waves inside my lower body stirs me up. I throw my head back. “God. Help me. Is this the way of pain what's promised?”
I don't care anymore to stand naked in front of the crowd. The endless cries and bloodcurdling shrieks behind me seems far away. It pops and hisses behind me. Loud cracks are to hear and with them a shower of hot pricks remembers me – I'm here to burn. I again watch over my shoulder and widen my eyes. Mother stands in flames up to her knees. Her shanks red and full of blisters. Flame tops jumping high to her lower body which must be fully exposed now. The pricks are coming from flying around sparks. They burn themselves into my legs and bottom. Still I'm here to be burned.
Instinctively I talk to him to ease the coming pain. My calves feel hot. Waves of direful heat enfold me. My way to him in agony and pain is going on but he'll rescue me. I'm ready to go. My body jerks instinctively. It's not the fire yet but hot needles from sparks found their way to the lips between my flanks. Like whip lashes they attack the soft skin and without my will I moan with every stab. Behind me the cries become intermittent. Mechanically I turn my head to her. Up to her hips she's in flames. Some of them grab to her breast. It swings with her desperate moves and I see little clouds of steam coming out out from the nipple. Her leg almost black and her belly blisters. In racking fear I must see what will happen with my own breasts soon. Turning away I feel glowing bites in my feet. The fire reaches me. While my back feels burning already. I choke and cough, it hurts when I breathe in the hot air. I sweat, the wetness runs down my face in thick drops, my hair sticks to my face. In crackles below me torridity grows up over my legs. I look down. Flames licking my feet. They redden in fiery pain. The waistcloth waves up and I see it ignite. I close my eyes begging to him as the hot wave burning runs over my belly and both breasts.
I talk to God. I feel the pain like in the treatments I had. My blood runs like my heartbeats. Inside me an inebriation of excitement spread out from my lower body and keeps me not to feel the pain in my feet. I smell burned hair. It must come from my own pubic. Still feeling the hot layer on my skin I realize – I'm fully naked now and exposed. The fire rises. I can feel the direful heat coming over my legs. Instinctively my feet try to get away but the chains do not leave them. A moaning is to be heard. It's my own. Shy I look down. Orange-yellow flames break through the wood I'm standing on. With their flares the painful hot scratches climbing my legs. Moaning I squirm to keep my skin away but I feel hot airwaves already excruciating my legs, flanks and labia. My breasts heat up from below. My back already sends cruel signals of pain. Again I put my head in the neck. Begging to him. Talking to God. At once my feelings run high and higher. I close my eyes and let them free.
The burning heat between my legs, over my belly and around my breasts making me cry out my lust. Never I felt so close to him. He ease the pain with breathtaking excitation. Feeling the torrid blows around my body and the imagination real to burn nude makes me explode from deep in my femaleness. How long – nobody can say. But as it came it is gone. More than loud I hear now the crackling fire. A battle of burning pain is fighting in my legs. I must look down. I stand in fire up to my knees. Around me the flames grow chest high at the surrounding of the pyre. Through the hot air shimmers goggling eyes dispatch my naked body. The skin on my back and buttocks feels like ripped off with glowing pliers. And now I can hear again the screams behind me. My head will turn and shudder and in short views I see her fully in flames. Her breast has burst and burns sizzling. Still she cries and shrieks. The breast swings and jiggles in her desperate moves. As like as she could shake off the stinking fire tongues around the breast and on her nipple. I cannot help her anymore. Terrible hot bites now tortures my bare vulva and the flame growing mercilessly higher. Sparks spears the soft lips as glowing hot arrows. My body tries to writhe but the chains on my chest and around my throat keeps me in iron grips. I only can cry the pain out to him, “GODDDDD!!”
My way of pain and agony now really starts. Panting I feel it. Feelings in my feet I don't have anymore but inside my lower body a piercing hot inferno drives me mad. There is the firing lance again which penetrates me but it won't stop this time. I can’t stop the shrieks, my whole body twitches and trembles and the fire tongues running on my waist up to my swinging breasts. I feel their weight and I feel them enwrapped by scorching hot claws only made to torture them in endless burning pain. I cannot talk to God. I shout to him. “HELP ME! IT IS SO HOT! TAKE ME AWAY! PLEEEEAAASE!!!!”
I look behind me again. In a veil of roaring fire I see my mother. Her breast burned away. Only a bloody and black body sunken in chain burns there. She doesn't cry anymore. What I hear are my own cries between intermittent breaths. Looking down I see flames licking around my breasts from below. They grab for my areola and nipples . I feel my eyes become wide. My face must be a grimace of pain and endless torment. Still my ordeal doesn't end as much as I beg God. As if I can extinguish the torturing fiery tongues my body twitches and trembles. Cannot take my gaze away as my nipples blacken and catch fire. They shot their signs of hurt from the top of my breasts right into my throat to shriek it out louder than the roaring sound of the now blazing fire. It is all around me. My thighs – fire, my buttocks – fire, my belly – fire, my breasts – fire. Between my legs – fire runs inside me burning my femaleness to an only hurt.
“GOD. Where are you? SAVE ME!!!” When does the way of pain and agony come to en end? I feel my hair smolder and catching fire. Searing heat hits my face. My head jerks around. I can’t shake off the flames. I look up to the sky. Thick columns of heavy black smoke obscure the sun, sparks drift upwards like thousand fireflies, the flames engulf me completely. I can’t breathe anymore. My body spasms. From somewhere something nears. Cannot say what. The roaring fire leaves away. Only flickering light leaves in a bright mist. Don't feel my burning body anymore and talk to God who saves me now.
***The End****
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