\n\t\t\t\t\tNyxApnea‘NYYYAAAARGH!’ Feligris growls with renewed vigour not long after the weights hung on her ankles are swapped for heavier ones, the thick greased steel pole she’s been impaled on gradually sliding deeper inside her again one agonizing centimeter at a time. Continuing to utter guttural noises, she clenches her teeth while her flexible feline body contorts from the torturous sensation of her uterus being stretched further…
Only few days earlier she had been leading her small entourage of robbers, seeking to kill the guards of what she expected a relatively lightly guarded lucrative trade wagon, but very soon she found she’d walked right into a trap secretly devised by imperial guards and frustrated locals – leading to her being forcefully subdued and taken while most of her group had been simply slaughtered instead.
Naturally, as she had found out rather soon, she wasn’t spared out of sense of mercy toward the fairer sex but instead for quite the opposite reasons – while the few remaining members of her band had been sentenced to hard labour, she’d instead be making a very final and very public appearance at the village square where her feminine qualities would be used to execute her slowly. Something she had immediately loudly protested and pleaded against, to no avail as all her protests simply led to her spending the next night in tightly in chains to make sure there wouldn’t be any “accidents” before the execution.
The next morning, the onlookers were perhaps disappointed to see the feared bandit queen trembling like a leaf and whining when being escorted toward the execution site, but otherwise they certainly got what they were expecting as the surprisingly petite and voluptuous female had been stripped completely of all gear and clothing earlier to put on a good show completely nude – something she wasn’t terribly happy about due to being held between two female guards in a completely exposed manner.
‘Rrrrgh, couldn’t you have let me keep my top at least, instead of sh-showing me off like this?’
Initially ignoring her, one of the guards suddenly snaps her teeth at her – ‘Quiet, you murderous wench, you deserve all the humiliation you’re dealing with – people seeing your breasts will be the smallest of your problems soon!’
Which was exactly the kind of problem awaiting her at the village square where she had first had her wrists tied with rope to a wooden crane, after which her kicking and hissing form had been hoisted above the waiting pole to be slowly lowered onto its tip, with the guards forcibly spreading her legs and guiding her to take it into her nethers amid loud cheering.
Now, six painful hours later, she bends backwards in her desperate losing struggle against the invader inside her belly, her large breasts heaving from the effort while she cranes her neck to get a glimpse of the prominent aching bulge above her navel. A-ah, it’s so fucking deep now! Ca-can’t take more of this, it’s gonna tear my insides apart!
Prompted by how her unexpectedly intense thrashing reveals the extent of her impalement, one of the guards overseeing her execution steps closer to jab at the bulge – eliciting a shrill cry and a reflexive jerk from her, the flash of pain leaving her gasping in a way which brinks a smirk on the female lupine guard’s face.
‘So sensitive, isn’t it? I could feel the steel under your hide stretching your uterus, I can’t imagine the pain – glad to see this working out since I was one those who planned your capture and execution!’
‘Hnn – hnn – can’t st-stand it, feels l-l-like it’s breaking th-through me! But w-why?’
‘Why? Your crimes left us impoverished and my husband a depressed cripple when he lost a leg to one of your caravan raids, and he wasn’t the only one – and given what we heard about your other escapades, me and my sisters in arms thought it’d only be fitting to see you squirm and scream from taking it all in instead of dishing it out!’
‘Haaah – you’re cr-cruel, it’s like I’m b-b-being kicked in the belly constantly!’
The lupine guard chuckles, wagging her tail as she traces her clawtips along the bulging outline of the steel pole within the feline, watching her ponderously heaving chest and kicking weighted legs. ‘You call it cruelty, we call it justice – also, like I hoped, your durable uterus is prolonging your sentence, we’ll have to bring out more weights!’
Shuddering from the thought, Feligris becomes acutely aware of the incessant excruciating throbbing of her tender insides, not only due to the pressure against the top of her womb but also due to the slight taper of the pole having stretched her already overstretched vagina further, with her frantic movements from the sight of the new weights being brought closer adding to the torment.
‘N-NO! Please! It’s t-too much!’ she wails as the guards begin to swap the weights once again, all while ignoring her – and soon enough they release her legs to let the added weight pull her further down on the pole, her pleading turning into loud screams when the bulging on her belly rises higher and she feels the burning stinging ofthe top of her elastic uterus threatening to tear at any moment…
The female guard silently watches Feligris’ clawed toes curl up and how her loins tremble when the added weight inches the feline down ever more slowly than earlier but still inevitably nonetheless, her voice tapering down to raspy whimpers while tears stream down her cheeks and her long fuzzy tail lashes in wide frantic sweeps. In the meantime the already perilous looking bulge which pushes up from the feline’s cream-coloured midriff rises further out, prompting the lupine to fidget anxiously when she wonders if this’ll be the voluptuous bandit’s end – but to her amazement, and excitement, the feline’s furry hide and womb still resist although she’s sure they’re at their limit by now.
Hence she gives a few hand signs to the others and steps closer to their captive again, lightly placing her palm atop the bulge to prompt a hissing gasp from Feligris.
‘Still conscious, cat?’
Feligris vigorously shakes her head after a brief pause, hissing ‘Rrrrgh, I w-w-wish I wasn’t! S-so stretched out, it burns – aaah!’ through gritted fangs while squirming erratically on the pole which has sunk deep inside her nethers.
‘I can imagine! You’ve taken – what – a metre inside you and your uterus or belly haven’t split open yet, so impressive!’ the female lupine chuckles as she places few fingers on the edge of the feline’s straining vulva while her other hand remains on top of the excessive protrusion which has pushed the bandit’s large breasts apart. ‘But, what you say, “Bandit Queen” – ready to take more weight one more time since insides are so resilient? Can’t believe how tightly your womb must be pulled over this pole…’ the lupine asks casually, her voice trailing off as she slides her fingers down from the top of the feline’s straining abdomen down along her furry lower chest and belly.
In turn, Feligris utters an audible fearful gulp, which prompts a chuckle from the lupine as she’s left waiting for the answer with her head quizzically tilted.
‘Ooo… do – do I even ha-have a choice? Rrrgh – it – it rea-really feels there’s a metre of this bla-blasted pole inside me, ready to split me!’ the feline gasps after a few moments, peering at the elongated bulge the tip has made inside her upper body.
Grinning, the busty lupine throws her hands up in the air as she saunters behind the feline who tips her head backwards in an attempt to follow her with her eyes, her tormentor running her fingers through her purple hair. ‘Tsk tsk! You’ve gotten this far, anxious of that pole actually splitting you open now? Though I admit that you’d make a pretty slave, I indeed got no choice, rules be rules so your nethers got to swallow enough of the pole today to burst that cub maker – and from the looks of it, your chest too!’
Feligris takes a deep breath and grits her fangs, her sleek spotty thighs jerking while her tail lashes in broad sweeps a few times.
‘Mrawr, ju-just – do it! Weight me until it – it bu-bursts for good!’ she eventually hisses, throwing her head about and writhing as the great length of thick wooden pole inside her continues to torment her insides.
Immediately, the lupine firmly slaps one of those feline thighs, eliciting a frantic yowl from her. ‘That’s the spirit! Now let me get more weight to make that happen!’
Under the watchful eyes of the various onlookers, the atmosphere which relaxed earlier when the pole failed to quite puncture the bandit queen’s innards and belly, grows increasingly tense again when the lupine guard fetches the even heavier weights for her captive’s ankles – excited murmuring spreading through the crowd once she kneels down beside the feline’s legs to start working on swapping them.
As she unties the previous weight to toss it aside and immediately start settting the new one in place above the feline’s large footpaw, she suddenly pauses to look up as she senses Feligris’ eyes on her – meeting the feline’s gaze and seeing how she pants rapidly with her ears splayed as she silently stares back.
‘Feeling anxious, cat? Won’t take much longer until the punishment for your crimes is done so hold steady!’ the lupine comments while she finishes tying the weight and carefully lets it fall down, immedately noticing how Feligris’ panting intensifies and her body starts to tremble – inviting the lupine to slowly pad over to the other side while running her palm over the feline’s rippling abdomen to feel the hard pole inside her. ‘Awww, I hope it’s not tearing open already, I still have the second one to deal with!’
‘… no… no… please… ‘ Feligris mumbles as the pain which had already subsided to dull stinging throbbing at the tip of the bulge, flares up fiercely again and very soon an excruciating prickly sensation envelops her entire stretched-out uterus within her, her trembling turning into uncontrollable shaking when her merciless captor finishes up swapping the other weight and the pressure against her womb lining becomes unbearable.
Mere seconds later as the lupine is clambering up to observe, a shrill scream abruptly pierces the air and she flexes violently in her bindings when searing agony shoots through her insides due to the top of her uterus finally splitting open along with her body instantly dropping few centimeters as the tip of the pole stretches her furry hide further after erupting through her ruptured womb. The lupine swiftly takes a few steps backwards to get a better look while the crowd around the grisly spectable starts to cheer alongside Feligris’ anguished screaming and yowling.
For a few moments it seems as if it’s still not over as the pole remains hidden inside the feline’s stretched form, but thanks to her uncontrollable thrashing blood starts to trickle from the top of the protruding bulging until her hide swiftly tears open as well to let the bloodied and slick tip of the pole break out, few translucent scraps of the feline’s uterine lining adoring it when it does so.
Everything happens bery quickly now as compared to the prolonged torment earlier – seeing how Feligris’ head droops and her eyes seem to be rolling into the back of her head from the shock, the lupine signals for the ropes holding up her arms to be fully released to allow her to slide down the pole so that her sex is forced to spread out further and further until it’s practically completely round when her movement stops some way before the ground.
‘Good show, but we’re not quite done with you yet, bandit queen…’ are the lupine guard’s ominous word to the half-conscious feline who merely whimpers as response as the lupine and few of her comrades start pressing her further down despite her weak protests, giving her no reprieve until they hear a satisfying muffled crack of her pelvis breaking from the spread – at which point they leave her now unconscious and bloodied crumpled form alone.
‘The bandit queen’s execution is done! Whatever remains of her once she has expired, will be taken as a trophy or fed to the guard dogs – and may the story of her fate dissuade further attempts at banditry in our territory!’ the lupine loudly proclaims, eliciting one more loud cheer from everyone involved before the crowd begins to scatter as by now there’s nothing more to do than to wait for the feline to die and take her carcass to the butcher after it…
The End.
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