\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…
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