Torture and execution

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Completely powerless to resist, I had used all my strength…

My arms were held tightly as they beat me, stripped me of my clothes, and removed my gauntlets, greaves, and shoes… Born into a samurai family, I had practiced martial arts since childhood, and I never imagined I would suffer such humiliation.

I screamed, “What right do you have to sentence me!”

The man before me chuckled dryly, “This is the domain prison. As the head of the household, I have the right to deal with the prisoners of this domain.”
“You bastard!”

My eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

To avenge my father, my sister and I planned to assassinate our enemy on the road, take his head, and offer it as a sacrifice at his grave.

But unfortunately… the assassination failed, and I was captured and tormented by two guards.

My enemy’s hand had already slipped into the collar of my blouse, and he had ripped off my thin bodice. At the same time, my snow-white blouse slipped down from my shoulders, revealing my full breasts.

He pressed his hands against my breasts, kneading them incessantly.

I tried to escape but couldn't. He pushed me to the ground and slapped me hard across the face two or three more times. My cheeks felt numb and burning, my vision blurred, and I couldn't even scream.

My face felt flushed and hot, and my breasts were swollen and aroused. I gasped for breath, tightly closing my eyes, as he ripped off the loincloth covering my lower body, desperately trying to spread my legs. Overwhelmed by intense humiliation and anger, I clenched my legs tightly and screamed, "Kill me!"

He smiled and punched me hard in the stomach several times. The pain in my abdomen made me lose my defenses, and he pried my legs open.

Then, I felt something hard and burning slowly pushing in from between my legs, a feeling of penetration and pressure spreading through my body from my lower abdomen.

"Ah..." A desperate sound escaped my throat. It was my enemy's penis...

...I'm sorry, Father, Mother... I struggled so hard, but I couldn't stop him...
After a few thrusts, he forcefully gripped my arms from both sides and thrust into me hard.

"Ah...ah..."

A moan of desire escaped my throat... A feeling of humiliation rose from within me. I bit my lower lip, trying not to moan.

I forced myself to endure, hoping it would end soon.

He continued thrusting, placing my feet on his shoulders, pounding into my body hard and fast.
"Ah...no...ah..." He gripped my waist tightly, thrusting rapidly, finally slamming into me, filling my body with his semen...

my enemy's semen.

He roughly rubbed and squeezed my breasts for a long time before pulling out his penis.

He mocked me: "You unmarried woman aren't a virgin! How lewd!"

I turned my head to the side, ignoring him.

Yes… I once gave myself to the man I loved for love, and recalling him, how sweet our intimate moments were… But

alas, my father was wrongfully imprisoned and died, and my mother committed suicide. Why did he avoid the trouble and ignore me? I cried every night, blaming myself for misjudging him…

I closed my eyes, not wanting to know what would happen next. Another samurai pulled open his loincloth, spread my legs, and like a tiger, thrust his penis into my vagina.

When it was the third samurai's turn to play with my body, I

felt the pain inside was like it had been shattered.

Yes… I felt my brain go numb, a battle between repression and liberation raging within me. Each thrust into my genitals aroused my desire more and more.

Finally, I surrendered… Anyway, by dawn I would just be a corpse, so indulging my lust wouldn't matter.

“Ah…no…don’t…ah…” Despair made me lose the will to resist.

I let out those lustful sounds.

The pleasure of psychological liberation made me scream wildly.

"Ah, oh..."

The man thrust even harder.

I began to feel a strange sensation, a mixture of dizziness and the urge to urinate.

Each time he thrust forcefully, slamming into my vagina, the contractions between my thighs became more frequent! Suddenly, my body trembled involuntarily, my waist arching reflexively upwards, lifting off the ground.

"Ahhh..."

The man straightened his back forcefully, ejaculating his semen into my body.

I lay naked on the ground, panting.

Finally calming down, I looked at the three enemies who gave me malicious smiles. Their eyes told me, "Ah, this woman is pretending not to feel anything; she's actually a lewd woman!" I realized I had become even more despicable...

I am the daughter of a samurai, and yet, having intercourse with my enemies,

I could still show such arousal. I was surprised myself...

Was this the real me?

Yes, really...!

I shook my head, regretting my loss of composure...

I wished I could cut open my belly, already filled with their semen.

"Kill me..." I whispered,

but the three men ignored me, gave a dry laugh, put on their clothes, and left.

They were truly inhuman...

Last night, the warden left me a bowl of porridge and pickled cucumbers, sliced meat, and a small bottle of wine.

He told me that was my last meal...

The world I couldn't let go of before, after the rape just now...

I'm starting to accept it...

I put on the white turban, red sash, and plain skirt that the warden had brought me that night.

I knelt and ate the food, telling myself to accept the reality.

My heart was too tense to relax, and I couldn't sleep.

Unconsciously, the light of dawn shone in through the narrow window.

Daylight...

The jailer led a group of men into the cell, shouting that they were there to take me.

I knelt, automatically placing my hands behind my back. A jailer stepped forward and bound my hands behind my back with thick hemp rope. Taking advantage of the opportunity to verify my identity, the jailer touched my soft breasts, then loudly announced the prepared death sentence:

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The prisoner "Rin," female, daughter of a former samurai family, born on November 20th of the year of Wuchen, aged eighteen, unmarried. Her father and brothers were both accused of treason and committed seppuku, and her family was demoted to commoners and extinct.

However, as the daughter of a traitor, her evil nature remains unrepentant. She assassinated two guards and attempted to kill a senior member of the clan, but failed. She then used her body to seduce him, attempting to exonerate herself.

Considering her actions out of loyalty to her family, she is sentenced to disembowelment three inches below the navel and naked execution, her body exposed naked for three days.

Execution to be carried out immediately.

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"What?...I seduced my master! No way! Disembowelment and naked execution? This is an insult!"
I had only guessed it was crucifixion or beheading, but I never expected it to be disembowelment!?

I'm only eighteen years old, and I'm sentenced to be executed naked, and they say I seduced my enemy, which is an insult!

"Shut up!"

Several jailers came over and forcibly pried open my mouth and stuffed cloth into it... I could only protest with muffled sounds.
"Go!" the jailer roared fiercely, pulling hard on the rope around my waist. Barefoot, I trudged along the cold, muddy path from my cell to the execution ground, my journey towards death…
The road wasn't crowded that morning, but some people pointed and whispered. The jailers at the front held up a sign announcing my death sentence and the punishment I would receive.

People on the street pointed and whispered, but I couldn't hear what they were saying…

I felt tense and unable to relax, my heart pounding with unease.

Even though I was furious at the insults on the sign, my mouth was gagged, and I couldn't utter a word. We arrived silently at the execution ground in the suburbs.

There I saw my familiar sister, her arms bound, half-raised, revealing her smooth armpits, hanging from a pillar.

Her mouth was gagged, and she knelt naked on a straw mat opposite me.

She saw me and tried to get up, but bound, she couldn't move, only twisting her waist. Her eyes were somewhat vacant as she looked at me. I knew she had been defiled too.

"I never imagined that while the older sister's only advantage was her high breasts, this younger sister's are actually fuller!"

The jailer's praise made my face burn, probably from embarrassment...

My older sister was a talented daughter of a martial arts family; her high, firm breasts trembled gently with her breath, her areolas and nipples both pink.

She also had rounded hips and straight, shapely legs.

She exuded a uniquely feminine charm.

"Re-tie her, tie her to the pillar opposite."

I was forced to kneel on the straw mat by the jailers on either side, my shoulders pressed down. The jailers untied the ropes binding my body and hands.
I took off my clothes, kneeling naked on the straw mat.

They pulled my hands up and tied them to the wooden pillar with the rope, wrapping it around once, then around again, pulling it tight with great force!

I was pulled up, my back straight, my chest thrust forward, making my pair of firm breasts even more prominent.

Yu Li examined the long hemp rope, first wrapping it twice around my right ankle and tying a knot, then pulling it tightly to my left ankle and tying it again. The ends were loosely tied around each of my ankles. Yu Li said this way I could spread my legs apart but wouldn't be able to run.

Humiliated like this, I didn't care what he said… I just felt like I'd rather be dead…
"What bold girls!"

"Kill the traitor! Kill the traitor!"

"Traitor, hurry up and show everyone your breasts!"

I heard the mocking voices of the crowd who had come to watch the execution. I couldn't speak; the gazes around me made me feel like they were constantly peeking at my firm breasts.

A strong sense of shame filled my mind, making me constantly think of being naked and publicly displayed. The shame made my face burn, even my breasts felt hot and swollen, and my groin began to feel damp.

After all, the purpose of stripping a female prisoner naked before execution was to achieve this extra humiliation.

The executioner examined me three times to verify my identity, pressed down on my shoulders to make me kneel upright, and finally placed a wooden basin in front of me.

The supervising officials and the executioner came out, loudly read out the crimes, and announced that the time for execution had come; my sister would be executed.

My sister, kneeling opposite me, looked at me with tears in her eyes, nodded lightly, and said goodbye.

I nodded back, saying goodbye to my sister for this day.

Sister…

I know she’s trembling…

The executioner walked to my sister’s side and seemed to say something.

Then, my sister’s buttocks lifted off her heels, her legs slightly apart, kneeling with her thighs straight.

The executioner gripped his long knife, squatted down, and stroked my sister’s lower abdomen, pressing her navel, then running his fingers down her abdomen to the pubic area.

He touched the exposed dark pubic hair, then placed the wooden basin between her legs.

Finally, he stood up, placing the tip of the knife below her navel.

My sister took two deep breaths, held them, and

straightened her abdomen.

She stared up at the executioner gripping the long knife.

The executioner's blade rested diagonally below her navel, then he plunged it into her lower abdomen.

She gasped, cold sweat beading on her forehead, and she began to tremble.

The executioner tightened his grip on the knife below her navel and sliced downwards, forcefully cutting through skin and muscle, reaching almost to her pubic bone.

I saw a thin red line appear in the middle of her soft abdomen, spreading outwards.

Then, from her navel down to her pubic hair, everything was cut in two, ripped open! Soft intestines slid limply from the wound, oozing a translucent yellow fluid.

Her eyes widened, her breathing rapid, cold sweat pouring down her back, her brow contorted in pain. Her full breasts heaved rapidly with her body's trembling. The excruciating pain made her arms, which were suspended in a sling, tug downwards as if she were about to dislocate them.

The excruciating pain caused her body to tremble uncontrollably. With each twist of her waist, the wound slowly opened to the sides, and severed intestines and blood gushed out. Her weak thighs could no longer support her weight, and she slumped down to her heels, returning to a kneeling position.

I was about to cry… My heart was pounding

so hard… This… this is…

disembowelment… disembowelment… torture.

My sister’s breathing became increasingly rapid, her face turning ashen white from blood loss. Her entire body began to tremble and convulse, parts of her skin turning grayish-white, her lips almost transparently white.

She was covered in sweat, her two snow-white thighs trembling incessantly.

The cut in her abdominal wall was clearly visible, the pale yellow fat and red abdominal muscles clearly discernible. Blue intestines continued to slide out of the wound, meandering through the deep red blood, like a thick rope coiled in front of her legs, slowly sliding down to the wooden basin between her knees and the straw mat on the ground.

The air was filled with a thick, pungent smell of blood.

Seeing the gruesome sight, my body struggled, desperate to escape. My chest heaved, my heart pounding so hard I felt like I was suffocating.

I felt like I was going crazy! More than sadness, I was gripped by fear…

Suddenly, my sister's body convulsed violently. Her wide eyes rolled back, then she slowly lowered her head until her hair covered her face completely.

Her arms and body relaxed and began to lean forward, her legs kneeling but spread apart.

Although she was slightly bent forward, her arms were bound, her body straightened, and her sternum protruded, creating this strange posture of a slightly hunched head and a protruding chest.

The intestines that had previously spilled out had slid into the wooden basin between her spread legs and overflowed onto the ground.
Aside from a brief spasm, my sister no longer struggled violently.

Waaaaaahhhhhh!!

Now I was terrified, my chest heaving rapidly.

I wanted to reject it, to escape what I was seeing.

Was it because I was horrified by the horrific scene before me, or because I was grieving my sister's death?

Or was it because I would be next, and this fear was inevitable?

What I knew for certain was that I would soon become like my sister, a woman who had died a gruesome death.

The executioner approached me and ordered me to straighten my legs, kneel with my legs spread apart, and I had no choice but to comply.
The following steps were the same as my sister's…

The executioner crouched down, reaching out to stroke my lower abdomen like he was comforting a frightened baby. Then his fingers touched my navel, and I felt a strange itch. My body straightened; I wanted to pull back but couldn't, so I could only let him touch

my belly. He stroked down below my navel, along a line of muscle, until he reached into my dark pubic hair. His fingers slipped down, digging into my genitals. I felt a wet discharge seeping from my genitals, and even my breasts felt hot and swollen. "

You can prepare to go..."

the executioner announced, then stood up again.

I looked up at him, raised my long knife, and assumed a stabbing stance. I took a deep breath, thrusting my chest forward, trying my best to make my full breasts and abdomen protrude.

I straightened up from my knees, my thighs tensing tightly.

Holding my breath, I nervously watched his face, waiting for his next move.

Was he finally going to kill me...?

I felt my body burning, my heart racing...

my stomach upset, my mouth so dry...

no one could help me...

*splatter*!

As the knife tip pierced my soft abdomen, I felt a contraction, a chilling sensation, followed by an abnormal pain that pierced my skin! Suddenly, intense pain erupted from where the knife had pierced.

Sweat beaded on my forehead and face! I felt my chest heaving rapidly, sweat pouring down my neck. I groaned

, "Ugh...ugh...ugh..." My head spun, my heart pounded wildly.

I bit down hard on the cloth in my mouth, telling myself I couldn't disgrace my sister...

our enemy was watching me...

so, I straightened my back and thrust my abdomen forward.

The executioner didn't react. He gripped his long knife and forcefully sliced open my abdomen.

"Ugh..." I gasped.

I could feel the hard, cold blade piercing my lower abdomen, tearing my vagina, almost slicing through my anus...

The coldness stimulated my genitals, causing them to contract. I could feel my whole body trembling involuntarily, a series of spasms deep in my lower abdomen, an unusual pleasure accompanied by a warm flow.

The blade was immediately pulled from my body, and in that instant, I felt an excruciating tearing pain in my lower abdomen.

Then, I heard a soft "plop" sound, and my entire lower abdomen, down to my pubic hair, suddenly opened up to the sides with a "whoosh," exposing the inner abdominal wall.

In that instant, the tearing pain, like being forcefully ripped open by a piece of metal, instantly transformed into a agonizing, twisting pain as if my internal organs were being gripped and contorted.

A violent and intense pain exploded from deep within my abdominal cavity, causing me to scream and writhe uncontrollably.

Ugh...it hurts! Indescribable pain kept surging forth, and my body continued to convulse.

My gagged mouth couldn't help but scream instinctively, and my buttocks slumped back onto my heels.
I heard a loud "clatter" as the wooden basin between my legs was pressed down.

I glanced down and saw beads of sweat on my chest, and two erect, brown nipples on my swollen and aching breasts.

A clump of scalding intestines gushed out with a torrent of blood, my two snow-white thighs already overflowing with dark red blood and greenish-blue intestinal tracts!

The more my body writhed, the more intestines were forced out of the wounds, the severed intestines, stained with blood and fat, coiled together, flowing with the hot blood across my thighs, covering the straw mat.

With every breath…

I felt… a searing

, excruciating pain filling my abdomen.

The relentless, surging pain felt like… hundreds of centipedes crawling inside my stomach, and hundreds of fishhooks twisting and turning, writhing my internal organs.

Simultaneously, there was a searing, tearing pain, as if a piece of metal was scraping my throat! Ugh

! It hurts so much! Ah, my body writhed in agony. I felt dizzy, panting heavily, a nauseating, bloody taste on my tongue and throat, and the whole place smelled foul. A sudden chill ran down my spine, spreading through my body, while my ears rang with a persistent, deafening buzz. The cold, accompanied by pain, spread, my muscles contracted, and I felt a constant, throbbing pain throughout my body, from my feet, legs, and arms. It hurts so much… what a cruel, excruciating pain… why… why can't I faint even though it hurts so much… no one can help me… so this is how difficult it is to die if you don't commit seppuku… even fainting is a luxury… I have to silently endure this agonizing pain… I used to think I'd try a cross-cut when I committed seppuku… I was so naive… It really hurts so much I want to die! It really hurts… but… I don't know why… my body is wracked with pain and I feel weak, yet my mind remains highly agitated… yes… weak… I find myself completely powerless, my head growing heavier, my gaze starting to drift downwards… the bound arms straighten my body, my sternum protrudes forward, forcing my chin to rest against my collarbone. My neck is too weak, stiff and I can't lift it... ...So this is it... My sinful body has been dissected... My stomach has been ripped open and filled with the semen of my enemy... This is what it feels like to be slaughtered... My thoughts are in disarray... I can't concentrate... My eyes are so dry, I find I can't control my eyelids, my head hangs limply, and all I see is saliva overflowing from my stuffed mouth, flowing onto my sweat-soaked, slowly rising and falling chest. My breasts tremble intermittently from spasms, they've turned pale, with greenish-blue veins showing through, while the grayish-brown areolas and nipples are abnormally erect. The wound in my lower abdomen has also opened up to the sides, spreading across the skin of my trembling legs, sticking to the intestines that had previously spilled out, soaking in dark red blood. I wish this were a dream... I can't feel anything in my limbs, my muscles are completely immobile, my body won't obey me... I can't force myself to move... My whole body feels heavy, I can't regulate my breathing. Now my whole face is starting to go numb. Everything before my eyes goes black, then back to normal. My vision blurred, tears stung my dry eyes… I… I’m going to die… I wish this were a dream… I’m dying … I ’m so scared… Did my sister endure this too…? Yes… I can do it too… It won’t hurt anymore… I remembered that before my sister stopped struggling, she was in the same position as me, her eyes open, looking down at her beautiful, dissected body. It turned out that my sister had lost the strength to lift her head… so she kept looking down.

Did she also look at her own firm breasts and the coiled intestines on her thighs as she took her final steps?

Thinking of myself and my sister…

experiencing the same thing…

I wasn't so afraid anymore…

and… thinking of us sisters being stripped naked, our abdomens cut open, slaughtered like animals,
forced to remain in that position for three days…

a strange thought arose in my mind…

a humiliating pleasure ignited…

I thought of myself now being like my sister. Raising my hands, thrusting out my beautiful breasts, my hardened, erect nipples, opening my filthy abdominal cavity, revealing the pale yellow fat and red abdominal muscles, for the public to see…
the thought felt so shameful…

yet… a little exciting…

I wonder what people will say about us? Will they say I have a better figure or my sister's?!

In my chaotic consciousness…

the numbness continued… the

physical pain lessened…

I couldn't even feel the pain anymore…

I looked down and saw my skin slowly turning grayish-white.

The bluish-green intestines, stained with dark red blood, had turned bluish-white from blood loss. Looking at those intestines coiled together in front of my legs, I felt a pang of heartache…

…Seeing my abdomen cut open was so painful…

Like a samurai, having my abdomen cut open was what my sisters and I had always wanted… wasn't it…?

I was unwilling…

It's a pity we failed in our revenge…

If we had succeeded in assassinating our enemy that day…

I wouldn't feel this resentment…

My vision and consciousness were gradually weakening…

So tired… So thirsty…

So cold…

I could hardly breathe…

I knew death was approaching

. Finally, I could…

be with my beloved sister…

reunite with our family in the underworld.

I felt a sense of relief…

The pain would end…

…

(The End)

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