Francine - Part 8
by Dr. Phil
The crowd's initial shock had turned to roaring laughter. A sea of amused faces,
each seeking to catch her eye, swam before Francine's tearful face. The laughter
pounded in her ears.
The Executioner lowered his camera and simply said "Clean her up boys. It's
going to be a long day..."
Jacob and William each brought two large buckets of water and sponges onto
the stage and proceeded to wipe down Francine. Jacob used his sponge on
Francine's lower belly and the front of her thighs. William wiped her down from
the rear. He sneaked his sponge between Francine's widespread legs and sponged
her open vagina from the rear.
"Hey! Get out of there!" Jacob used his own sponge to whack William's out of the
way.
"Gotta be fast to get the goodies!" William teased back, again trying to snake
his sponge between Francine's open legs. They were fighting over who got to do
her vagina. The Executioner cleared his throat disapprovingly and William
immediately backed off and returned to sponging the backs of Francine's thighs.
Before finishing he ran his sponge in circles around her reddened buttocks,
causing the people nearest the back of the stage to laugh and egg him on.
When they were through, Jacob and William poured the remains of their buckets
onto the wooden stage and used a long-handled brush to clean the deck and push
the water away. Francine was left wet. As the slight breeze dried her she began
to shiver, not from the cold, for it was a warm day, but from the shame of being
there; of feeling the water evaporating on her private parts and realizing how
totally completely NAKED she was, and how totally exposed she was to the entire
town.
Indeed the entire gathering had taken on a holiday sort of atmosphere, with
people laughing and shouting comments at each other, the pleasant sound of young
girls giggling and the smells of the marketplace being prepared for the noontime
crowds. It was a very pleasant day...
The Executioner approached Francine and used a towel to help pat dry her wet
torso. Francine was in turmoil. At times Mr. Palmer seemed so gentle with her,
almost caring and tender. At the same time he was subjecting her to unthinkable
humiliations and exposure. Francine feared him for the power that he held over
her, detested him for shaming her so thoroughly, and yet somehow felt safe with
him nearby. The slender gray-bearded man was a mass of confusing contradictions.
As he used the towel on her body she watched his eyes as they flickered over her
body.
As if sensing her thoughts he paused and looked straight into her eyes.
"I won't let anybody harm you, Francine."
"Thank you..." was all she managed to choke out before she looked down from
those eyes in shame.
He continued pat-drying her with the towel. "Oh, they'll touch you, and
they'll tease you, and they'll even spank you. I'm sure lot's of them are going
to want to do that. But you won't be really harmed, and you won't be raped."
As soon as he finished drying her he placed his hand on her bottom and held it
there while he waited for Jacob and William to finish brushing the stage dry.
His hand felt warm on her bottom and it almost seemed that he held her cheek,
well, possessively. As if it were the most natural thing in the world for him to
be doing. Francine was stark naked, bare as the day she was born, trussed up on
display in the town square to be jeered at and ogled, and the man responsible
for her humiliation held on to her bottom as casually as if he owned it!
"That's one more day, Francine."
"Wha.. what??" she gasped out, eyes suddenly wide.
"One more day. You relieved yourself before you had permission, so now it's
one more day. After today is over you'll still have ten more days of your
sentence to serve. Right here... stark naked and on display." The Executioner
had his eyes locked onto Francine's and a half smile on his lips as he spoke.
"But...but... no! You can't be serious. I... I... I'll die!"
"You'll die of shame, Francine, that much I can promise you. But your body
will stay healthy and alive. Squirming so deliciously for the crowd! Humping and
pumping! Wiggling and dancing. And oh, how you'll beg! You'll beg to be untied.
You'll beg for it all to end. You'll beg for the privilege of emptying your
bladder before the crowd. You'll beg for the people to stop looking at you.
You'll beg for orgasm... Oh, you'll die of shame a hundred times a day, but
think of all the pleasure you'll bring to the people." The Executioner was
speaking softly into her ear now. Almost blowing the words in her ear. Softly,
taunting her. Words meant for her ears only. He lightly caressed her soft gray
hair as he continued:
"You'll be the subject of many a wet dream, Francine! What do you think the
men will be thinking? Can you see how much they want you? Does it embarrass you
to know that you are still an object of lust, of desire, even at your age? Can
you imagine what they all would like to do with you? Boys will be picturing you,
naked, squirming, begging, as they do what aroused young lads do in the privacy
of their beds. What delightful dreams they'll have! What images you'll provide!
And the girls and women! What will they be thinking? Will young girls be
silently squeezing their thighs together as they giggle nervously at your shame?
Will women fantasize it is they who are up on the stage, on naked display, only
to shudder and gasp and be thankful it is you instead of them? Will anyone want
to punish you themselves? Fondle you? Stroke you? Tease you? Tease you a lot!
Gloat over you, and laugh, to increase your shame? Perhaps I'll let them...
Francine's teeth began to chatter and her knees shook. Her clitoris throbbed
almost painfully, stiffening, poking out even further. The Executioner
continued...
"Everyone's watching you and weaving their own private fantasies, Francine! And
you deserve it! Your crime was atrocious and shameful, and so will be your
punishment."
"Jacob... William... I think it's time we changed her position a bit."
The two young men glanced at each other, then back at Francine. Then they
walked towards the naked woman...
(end of part 8)
