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The Institute of Advanced Sexuality - Chapter 21
Cooler heads prevailed and it was decided that Frieda would be burned in sections to avoid the possibility that she might be seriously injured or even die if what was originally planned was to take place. For starters they decided to burn off one of the tattoos located on her inner thigh. Accordingly kerosene was rubbed into the region and then set off. The woman screamed herself hoarse as the flesh blistered from the burning liquid. Unfortunately the mark had been cut so deep that it remained even though the flesh had cooked. There was an argument about a second application of kerosene to the burned flesh that led to a second attempt to burn away the carving. It failed as well, but forced their prisoner into shock from the pain. It took some time for her to be revived for more burning.
Frieda's pubic hair was removed in increments. First the top half of those thick, springy tendrils that had grown out into the region between her firm ass cheeks and sent a two-inch wide swath up to reach her navel were soaked and set afire. The woman screamed and shook but in truth this portion of the denuding only caused some minor pain, but a high degree of fright. She pleaded and promised anything if the men would stop what they were doing. Frieda received a few cuffs to the head and from her keepers. They laughed at her puny offers, telling her that unless she started telling them what they wanted to hear, she'd be raped all night and then taken back out to the yard for more beatings and burning once they got some sleep. Frieda was in despair at these threats.
More liquid fire was rubbed into the regions that had been previously burned. Once more she was asked to confess, but remained silent. The rest of her outcrop of pubic hair burned down to the skin and then below, causing her to beg for mercy and bellow like a wounded animal from the terrible pain that was generated. Still she resisted their threats and so they started to soak a portion of her remaining pubic hair in kerosene. They warned her this was her last chance and Frieda foolishly promised to tell them whatever they wanted to hear. When they said she must confess to setting the trap that led to the sergeant's death, she refused, knowing that guaranteed life in prison or even death.
"Guess we'll just have to set fire to that forest full of hair and let it burn to the ground. My guess is it'll roast your pussy as well. I never fucked a roasted pussy before, that ought to be some kind of fun to hear you yell and scream while we're doing it to you over and over and over."
She shuddered at the prospect of what he had just described. In her mind she imagined what it might feel like to have her pretty little puss all burned and hurting even before they started raping her. They took their time doing it to her, burning away one small section after another as she begged and screamed and promised them anything. As the hair burned away, it revealed still more carvings made by the Eskimo women. The men were astonished at the hatred this still pretty, well-built woman had caused. The sadist in the group insisted that the carvings be burned off, no matter how long it took. He was shouted down and warned about his excessive behavior, which was strange considering what they were also doing to their helpless victim. Frieda passed out repeatedly as every wisp of pubic hair burned down to the skin level. Unfortunately some of that tender skin surrounding her pussy mouth was also cooked, creating a smiling, two-toned pubic region. Later, when her hair grew back, it came in clusters surrounded by denuded flesh that was incapable of supporting hair growth.
Although there was still plenty of sun, the men were more interested in sampling their prisoner's cunt, asshole and mouth, individually and collectively too. Only the sadist wanted to put more marks on the woman, and so they let him amuse himself while they watched. He used his belt with the big buckle, whipping her back and bottom until she fainted from the pain. That made him angry and before they could stop him, he switched to the buckle end and managed to land two blows to Frieda's front side; one tearing into her left tit the other ripping up the flesh surrounding her slit. That ended the fun as the others mobbed him and took away his belt. This was not done from compassion, but more the fear that she might be too damaged to service them sexually.
They dragged Frieda into a large cell that contained only a wooden bench with straps at the corners. Members of both sexes had been stretched out on this bench to be beaten, tortured and raped. This was done to either make the prisoner confess to his or her misdeeds or for the amusement of the men who volunteered to take a turn as a jailer. In fact on one occasion a cheating husband had been strapped down to the bench and his wife allowed to do anything she wanted except to mutilate or castrate her errant spouse. She whipped his cheating ass until it looked like a piece of raw meat. Not satisfied she had the jailer and his assistants turn the man over so she could do his front side as well.
She had gotten herself a bit overheated from whipping him, so she removed her dress to reveal herself in only a pair of bikini panties and a matching bra she had brought from a catalog for a special occasion, and this was it. Those who witnessed her unveiling were rather taken with her womanly figure, especially her big udders that stretched that bra to its limits. They couldn't fail to notice that the crotch of those panties allowed a fairly decent look at her womanly treasures. That day she got some serious offers to join certain individuals in their bed whenever she felt the need for decent male companionship. That seemed to have a decided affect on her cheating husband, who developed a substantial erection at the sight of his wife so fetchingly displayed. It had been a number of years since he'd had this type of opportunity and felt it shameful that he could not partake of her charms.
This was one hard-hearted woman as she soon proved. She doubled up the strap she had been using on his ass and proceeded to whip the starch out of that stiff shaft. It took her about five minutes to turn that hard length of cock into a quivering lump of jelly. She was still not satisfied and so she wiggled out of her panties, much to the delight of the onlookers, and straddled her cheating spouse. Now that hairy muff was inches from his amazed face, which featured a pair of bulging eyes and an open mouth. His mouth got full in a big hurry as she glued her pussy to it and grabbed his hair for leverage. The crowd was now divided into those who grinned at his discomfort and humiliation and others so embarrassed that they looked away. Then someone spied the husband's cock growing once more as he ate pussy like a starving man. That brought hoots and hollers from the men as it became apparent that her cheating husband was now a pussy whipped wimp and would remain so as long as they stayed together. What happened next was the stuff of some tall stories.
In one story that went around the town the wife took back her wimp husband and forced him to accept her lady friends who visited frequently. As the story goes he spent plenty of time either between the thighs of many of them, being trained to be a champion pussy eater, or learning how to properly worship tits, feet and armpits. His wife also enjoyed forcing him to watch her make love to another woman, demanding that he masturbate the entire time and woe if he had the temerity to ejaculate without her permission. After about a year of this steady humiliation, he left town and took up with a thirteen-year-old Eskimo girl. According to those in the know, he was unable to sexually satisfy her and so she left him in less than a year and returned to her village.
Another story claims his wife took him back to avenge his cheating. She took a series of male lovers and made him witness what went on in the bedroom. He would be tied tightly to a chair in a location where he could see what was happening on the big bed he once shared with his wife. Often she would invite two men to satisfy her at the same time. Regardless of the number of men, she always had her bound husband suck the cum from her cunt while they watched and readied themselves for another round of hot and heavy sex. It is said that on rare occasions she would have anal sex with her partner and force her helpless husband to suck it from her asshole. If she sucked her lover off, she'd capture every drop in her mouth and then transfer it into her husband's mouth while the lover laughed at his discomfort. He would be forced to swish it around in his mouth and swallow it as she and her partner watched his humiliation. He finally left after she threatened to have him suck off her lovers after they had sex with her. In that way they might recover quicker and return to enjoying her plump, rounded body. Rumor has it he moved to another town, took a menial job and married a spinster some twenty years older than him who proved to be extremely demanding in bed despite her skinny body, plain face and gray hair.
Frieda's lengthy ordeal on the bench would offer enough material for another epic story about how she survived and what became of her. She was placed on her back, a pillow of sorts beneath the lower portion of her body so that her cunt was elevated. Her legs were spread and the straps anchored her ankles to the lower corners of the bench. It had been designed in such a way that its length could be changed. It was most effective in the short configuration when it held a female prisoner. Her head would extend past the edge of the bench, forcing her neck muscles to be put into tension. Her wrists would be strapped to the second set of legs, now located nearly two feet back from the edge of the bench. This accomplished, Frieda was now available for the first round of rapes.
Because her head was hanging over the edge of the bench, it was possible for two men to be working on her naked body at the same time. It took a few turns before each of them became familiar with her warm, wet mouth and its potential for trouble. The first two who used her this way shot off inside her mouth, losing their first opportunity to do something to her cunt. Those who did were quite happy to use her mouth when it became available. They were refreshed relatively fast and ready to do her a second time, ahead of the others who wasted their initial cum in her mouth. Naturally those who were unable to use her body made her pay in other ways. At the first opportunity they punched her cunt as hard as they could causing her to scream and start sobbing from the terrible pain. That only brought on more vicious punches until those ready to use her started complaining that she was too damaged to be an enjoyable sex partner. Forbidden to work on her pussy, they turned to her big tits, using them as punching bags while the others fucked her.
After an hour of familiarizing themselves with Frieda's body as a sex object, they went to work on her with a vengeance. One stiff cock after another pounded away inside her loosening cunt while other cocks cut off her air supply and rubbed her throat raw. Still on occasion a man would deviate from the routine and land a brutal blow to one of her swollen tits or worse, her unprotected belly. The first time she took it in the gut, the cock she was sucking felt as if it was captured in a vise and then bathed in some type of acidic solution that burned. For a few brief moments Frieda teetered on the brink of death as the one with the burning cock started squeezing her neck and making her eyes nearly pop from her head. By the time everyone calmed down, she was unconscious with her face an ashen color. The quartet decided they had enough for the first session. Frieda was revived and marched to her cell, still naked with her hands cuffed behind her back. She was hungry and thirsty, but no one seemed to be responsible for taking care of her needs.
The next morning they found her in a deep sleep, curled into a ball and on the dirt floor. They had a great deal of difficulty rousing her and one of them at least realized she was in a worse condition than they expected. She had been exposed to the hot sun and whipped severely for hours then taken indoors for a good raping and more beating that sapped her strength further. In all this time she had received no food or water. If this was allowed to continue, she might go into a coma and then there would be hell to pay for all involved. So it was out of fear for their situation that caused them to decide that Frieda should rest and be given food and water before they marched her outside for another session of whipping and perhaps more burning if she proved stubborn.
Frieda proved stubborn that day and so they whipped her harder, concentrating on her big tits and ass until both regions were bloody messes. She kept passing out from the pain, which infuriated some of her assailants. Out came the kerosene and up went her armpits in flames, putting her into shock and ending the sessions for two days. Even after she recovered, it wasn't the same person. Now she was taciturn, able to take enormous amounts of punishment without flinching. It was as if most of her nerves had been turned off. Raping her had no affect whatsoever. She was like a mannequin, barely moving as her cunt and asshole were stretched to obscene dimensions by her frustrated jailers, who now double fucked her holes or stuffed them with thick lengths of tree limbs. She would bleed like a stuck pig and this would end the fun for perhaps two or three days. When they blocked her throat with their stiff cocks, she quietly lost consciousness. On a few occasions her face turned a pale blue and it took over an hour to bring her back to her senses.
They devised new ways of hanging her for her whippings. Her hands would be tied tightly behind her back and another rope used to hoist her up so that abnormal positioning of Frieda's shoulders put a tremendous strain on them. This position did prevent her privates from being cut to ribbons, but over the days the backside of her body was slowly turned into a slab of raw meat that the mosquitoes feasted on even as they whipped it. Her big tits were whipped with rawhide strips until they swelled to the point that the skin split in places. One day after a beating that exhausted them, but seemed to have little influence on her attitude, they smeared one of her nipples with pitch and set it afire. That got a strong response from her and so they applied more pitch to the ruined nub and burned it again, sending Frieda into deep shock that kept her unconscious for more than four days and frightened her tormentors no end.
There can be no doubt that sooner or later Frieda would have succumbed to the beatings, burning and rapes. She had a remarkable constitution, but the steady punishment she absorbed plus the near starvation she experienced were taking their toll. Thus in a sense the arrival of the replacement for sergeant Chilton was a blessing for Frieda. He was a no nonsense type and used to dealing with the rough and tumble citizens of the Northwest Territories. By then Frieda was a near skeleton covered with welts, cuts, bruises, burns, running sores and scabs. She stunk to high heaven and could barely speak from all the damage her larynx had taken from cocks scraping away the lining that protected it. Even he was a bit perturbed by the condition of the prisoner. He had a meeting with the jailer that did not go well. The man claimed that this woman had played a part in the ambush of sergeant Chilton, but had stubbornly refused to confess to it.
The Mountie wasted no time interrogating Frieda. He had her marched out to the area where she had her daily whipping or burning or whatever else they could dream up to do to her. He made her stand at attention, unfettered. He walked around her in a circle, then went behind Frieda and drew his pistol. The bullet whizzed by her ear deafening the prisoner. He faced her and jammed the pistol inside her mouth, telling her to say her prayers as he was going to blow her head off. Then he cocked the pistol and pulled the trigger, causing the jailer to nearly faint and Frieda to lose control of her bowels and bladder. The chamber had been empty by design.
He went into a rage, screaming that his pistol had malfunctioned. He held it up and discharged another round into the air. Back the barrel went into Frieda's mouth. Just before he pulled the trigger she fell to her knees in terror and begged for mercy saying she had played only a minor role in the ambush. The Mountie turned and left the sobbing Frieda in the custody of the astounded jailer while he sought out the judge, who he knew was sitting in the town during this month. An hour later he returned and ordered the jailer to have his prisoner well enough to travel when he returned in three months. He also warned him that any damage done to her physically or mentally would be on his head. The jailer understood only too well what that meant. Three months later he returned and collected his prisoner who by then had recovered quite nicely but now bore this new crop of scars, most of which she would carry to her grave.
(To be continued - jethro jodhpur)
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