BARBARA’S BARBAROUS SATANIC EXECUTION 3

Feature Writer: Regis

Feature Title: BARBARA’S BARBAROUS SATANIC EXECUTION 3

Published: 06.07.2023

Synopsis: Barbara finds herself out of her depth!

Disclaimer: the characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote any unlawful activity such as is depicted in the story. By continuing to read this work you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may play different ages for the fictional character that they are depicting but they remain at all times adults.

Barbara’s Barbarous Satanic Execution 3

There was a sparkle between Barbara’s legs in the bright afternoon sun. The stolen pendant’s thin gold chain dangled erotically from the parted lips of Barbara’s beautiful vagina. With a matter of fact movement, the island’s wise old owner caught a crooked finger in the gold chain and gave it a gentle tug.

He pulled out the diamond-encased ruby. The sparkling earrings followed, and fell between her feet onto the grass. The two men who had been armed with the spear guns, as naked as all of the service people on the island, their impressive erections pointing upward, grabbed her.

Although she was still wet and cooled from her swim, Barbara began to sweat profusely. That was unnatural, but this was not a natural situation. She had been busted. She felt a tight knot in her stomach, and was sure she was going to vomit from fear. They had her, and there was no retreat.

She had seen for herself that these people played hardball, and she was in a desperately precarious position. There was no way she could talk herself out of this one. She realized that punishment on this island could be exceedingly harsh, and total. She had seen the ways of these Satanists.

“There is no judge or courtroom on the island, but I am owner and captain of this stationary ship, and therefore the law. I shall hear the case. There’s no sense in delaying, I believe its time for a trial,” the elderly man said, and clapped his hands in glee.

“We haven’t had one here for some time, have we now. We could move into the great hall, but I think this is more convenient, here in the fresh air, is it not? Is everyone here?”

He looked around, and saw that about half of his guests were present.

“Oh well, this shall suffice. Let us proceed. The prisoner is indecent, get her into her clothing.”

The men allowed Barbara to put on her silk gown over her wet body. She slipped into her heels, and the men moved her in front of their enormously wealthy and powerful employer.

“So now. I’ll be the judge, and everyone here can be the jury. Here, darling, put these back so we can proceed.”

He handed Barbara the earrings and the ruby pendant.

“Tuck them back in, if you will, but leave a bit of the chain dangling out of your sex organ, as it was when you stepped from the pool.

“We can’t recreate the crime, but we can certainly position the criminal as she was when we found her out.”

Barbara was trapped, and could only comply with his wishes. She raised the front her dress, her hands shaking, and thrust the stolen jewelry back into her sex organ.

“That’s an obedient dear,” the old man said, “And now, what do we have to hear about all this from the complainant?”

“She’s a fucking thief,” the victimized woman said, “And she’s got my ruby pendant necklace and my diamond earrings tucked up in her filthy little pussy.”

“Let us see the evidence.” said the judge.

The men forced Barbara’s legs apart, and the woman who had lost her jewelry pulled wide the accused bitch’s skirt. The woman grabbed the chain, and jerked it out of its fleshy nest. The action was so quick that the gold setting scraped the lining of Barbara’s vagina, and brought out a blood-flecked strip of freshly gouged cunt-lining flesh.

“Here’s my pendant, your honor,” said the woman, holding up her prize, “The one you gave me for my birthday.”

“It is indeed,” the impromptu judge said, “And what about those diamond earrings?”

Without hesitation, the woman thrust three fingers roughly into the exposed vagina, and twisting them violently, she managed to gradually work her entire fist up into Barbara’s tight cunt.

She had intentionally worn her high mounted diamond rings, one on each finger, and the sharp-edged gems and the angular metal mounting sliced the tender inner meat of the voluptuous thief’s delicate cock holster organ. Barbara screamed as the woman got a grasp on her earrings.

The bitch then violently jerked her hand out of the grasp of the invaded cunt. She held up her prize in her blood-dripping fist for everyone to see. Barbara’s dress fell back down, providing her with some cover, but drops of her blood dripped from between her legs to splash onto the gleaming white tiles beside the pool.

“That should be enough from the prosecution,” the judge said, smiling at the damage the dowager had done, “The evidence speaks eloquently for itself. We don’t want to make this whole thing overly complicated. Nor do we want to overly-damage the lady until she’s declared guilty. Now what has the defense to say?”

Barbara was incapable of anything but an incoherent sobbing babble.

“Just so,” said the judge, “You will need someone to speak for you,” he said, “After all, you are entitled to due process. Who would you like to speak on your behalf? Pick anyone you think will do your case justice.”

Barbara glanced around at the people gathered to enjoy her total humiliation. Just then the man who had been raping the little girl appeared.

“I’ll take him!” she said, pointing to the man.

At least he had not been here to see the evidence emerge from her warm moist hiding place.

“Alright!” said the owner of the island, “How would you suggest she plead?”

The man had seen nothing, and knew nothing of the charges. He just knew that when a woman was accused of anything on this island, the repercussions were always severe.

“She should plead guilty,” he said, knowing that would bring on a wonderful show.

He had seen this bitch arrive on the island, and knew she would put on a stimulating, cock-jerking show if forced to suffer.

“That’s as much of a defense as we’re ready to hear, knowing all we will get from this beautiful young bitch is another stream of implausible lies. Is the jury ready with its verdict?”

“Guilty!” everyone shouted excitedly.

Barbara gasped! They had judged her in a trial more speedy than she could imagine, and she saw several of the people around her ogling her sensuality, and most were quietly masturbating as the watched her reaction.

“Excellent!” said the judge, “I don’t see any need for lengthy consideration, not with this cunt’s blatantly apparent gilt and her pleading of guilt. Now let’s proceed directly to sentencing. This is my favorite part. But first get her out of that garment. Guilty women will not be permitted the dignity of clothing on this island, at least not as long as I am the owner, and sole justice.”

The men ripped Barbara’s beautiful silk gown from her, but left her in her heels. Everyone moved in closer so they could hear directly the sentence the island’s owner would give the gorgeous young naked female thief. This bitch was prime meat on the hoof, with the most amazing breasts and cunt.

This was quickly developing into something much better than they could have expected when they’d arrived on their yachts.

“Young woman, you have been found to be guilty as sin of an unforgivable crime, and have as good as confessed. It cannot go unpunished, particularly in light of the nature of the felony. We must not have people who are my guests fearing to leave their property unguarded while they are on my island.

“You have dishonored one of my guests, the man who’s charity brought you here in the first place, and you have violated the greatest of trusts. Namely, mine. In my opinion, you don’t have to smell bad to be named a filthy stinking cunt. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“Those jewels aren’t that valuable to them,” Barbara said, “They left them lying around their room like dirty socks. They have everything, and I have nothing.”

“Exactly so, thanks to Our Lord Satan, and as His servants we must see to it that it remains that way. We have to be able to trust everyone on the island, and fortunately for us, you have proven yourself to be untrustworthy, so that we shall have some delicious new entertainment.”

The jury’s verdict is correct, and unanimous. The sentence must reflect our abhorrence of your crime. This will be so much fun!”

Aware of the violence these people were capable of performing just for their amusement, such as the spear fishing of the naked women and the deadly underwater bitch-fight she had witnessed, she knew she had every reason to be terrified, afraid for her very life, and she was.

“It is my considered decision that, guilty of stealing possessions of one of my valued guests, in the name of Satan, our fearsome Lord with His Unholy Male Member, namely his Rugged Erection, you be sentenced to death … ”

Barbara caught her breath in horror.

“And,” the old man continued, “That your execution be at the hand of the man who brought you here. I think for fun, let’s see to it that your execution is by anal impalement with the ceremonial broadsword!”

She attempted to scream, but instead she had the usual response, and lost control of her bladder. She let loose a steaming spray of her amber fear-piss that splashed onto the tops of her bare feet.

“That’s a disgusting show of lack of respect, you insolent young bitch. For that, I hereby declare that at the time of execution you shall wear the hood of shame!”

Her knees buckled, and as they came together she wet the inside of her legs with her prodigious spray of warm urine.

“The sentence shall be carried out in one hour’s time. I think we’ll do it in the great hall, and all on the island shall be summoned to witness and celebrate the event.”

“You can’t kill me!” Barbara screamed, “I’m the guest of one of your guests!”

For her outburst she took a firm fist from one of the formidable young men, driven hard into her upper bare stomach, striking her diaphragm. She doubled over in a flash of incredible pain. The powerful blow knocked the wind out of her, and she struggled to keep from falling to the ground.

Barbara was taken to the mansion by the two men, all three equally naked, but only the men apparently highly sexually aroused. She was moved into an area she had not previously seen. It was a service area, reserved for the staff, and here she was prepared for the special execution celebration.

A nozzle attached to a hose from a tap was thrust roughly and deep into her anus, and the tap was turned on. Hot water spurted deep into her colon, and this was followed by a brown spray of her dissolved excrement, forced out around the hose, painfully spreading her tight rectum.

The tap was turned off, the nozzle was removed from her anus, and she was positioned over an empty pail. She promptly emptied her bowels with an abrupt spray of the steaming water. Immediately the nozzle was thrust up into her rectum again. Once more the tap was turned on, again painfully filling her colon to overflowing with hot water.

The internal flushing cycle was repeated several times, until the pail was filled, and her swollen bum was producing pure clear water. In this highly sadistic manner, her entire lower track was flushed clean.

Her vagina was the next target. A thick catheter was thrust up through her urethra into her bladder, and both men contributed a large quantity of their fresh urine to a plastic bag attached to the catheter line. They then squeezed the bag, filling her bladder to the bursting point with their urine.

Almost as if with an afterthought. They exerted additional pressure to the bag, and were able to painfully back the donated amber liquid up into her kidneys. As the catheter was removed, it was stopped near the entrance, and a hard wax plug was thrust through the stiff tube to block her natural piss tube.

Only an unnaturally violent force could remove it, so she was unlikely to spill a drop of the warm blended piss that now painfully filled her before the due time. Iron cuffs were attached to her arms, high up above the elbow, and a second set was attached to her wrists.

Next a strange leather hood was brought forward. It was a total head hood, with only a small hole near the nostrils to allow the wearer to breathe, but with difficulty. Attached to the top of the hood was a heavy foot long chain, and the other end was attached to a leather sack, filled with fifty pounds of lead shot.

It was simply a weight, which served to keep the head of the person wearing the hood bowed forward with very uncomfortable pressure on the neck. That was what made it the hood of shame. Wearing this device, the wearer was forced to bend far forward as if in total submission.

She hoped they would delay putting that terrible hood onto her. Not only would it be painful to support with her neck, but also she could not stand the idea of being placed into total submission to anyone. These people were playing dirty, and she was shaking violently in fearful anticipation of what she now knew was going to unfold.

Liquid foam was injected into her ears, and as it hardened, she was unable to hear anything but dull sounds and a high pitched ringing. Then there was no sound. Thick foam pads were taped to her eyes, blocking out any light. The foam in her ears and over her eyes effectively shut her off from the room, leaving her sensorily deprived.

A hard rubber ball was placed in her mouth, which had to be forced past her teeth, and it effectively held her stuffed mouth wide open, pressing her tongue down hard. It triggered a prodigious production of saliva, and she could do nothing to stem the flow of the warm liquid from her ball-spread mouth.

Barbara’s head was bowed forward, her hair piled on top of her head, and now the hood was put in place. It was tightly laced up the back, completely covering her head, holding the ball in her mouth firmly in place. Thick pads inside the mask further covered her ears, while others pressed tightly against her masked eyes.

Her wrists were cuffed behind her back, her elbows were painfully drawn together until the cuffs on her upper arms could be joined, driving her shoulder-blades severely outward, she was forced to walk in the severely bent forward position, and she correctly assumed she was taken into the great hall.

Moving was difficult, because although she was accustomed to walking in the very high heels she wore, she had never had to bear anything like the incredible weight of the bag filled with the lead shot, which forced her to bend forward and pulled her head downward, straining her slender neck.

A trapeze had been placed to hang from the ceiling beside the gleaming broadsword, just a simple three-inch thick and two-foot long wooden rod held by a rope on either end. . Her elbows were bent over it, and the cuffs attached to her wrists were chained to the cuffs around her upper arms, holding her body securely in place, and desperately uncomfortable.

She thought her shoulder blades were going to burst with the pressure put on them. They bore the weight of the lead shot pulling her head so severely downward. Her fabulous legs were spread, giving her some stability, and she looked remarkable as she stood in total submission before the Devil statue in her spike heeled shoes.

When she tried to stand up straight, she found it was virtually impossible to do because of the head weight, and when the men pulled her legs harshly apart, she got the message. She was completely under their control, and was in no way able to direct her own decisions or actions.

Further diminishing her active role in her fate was the fact that she was now totally unable to communicate, and nobody could communicate with her. She could see or hear nothing. She was locked in a world of her own, a place in which she was extremely uncomfortable.

The only sense still available to her was touch, and she was being inundated with continuous tactile information, as the guests took the opportunity to inspect her gorgeous nude body. They were running their hands over her smooth nakedness, fondling her large soft breasts, and probing her tender hairless private parts.

She could tell the difference between the touch of the men and the women. It was something she had never before considered, but now she was able to focus on nothing else. That was based not only on the size of the hands, but on the gentleness of the touch, as well as what they touched.

The men were rough and mastering, while the women lingered and sensed the subtleties of her lovely nakedness. The women were also more sadistic, and knew better how to with appropriate subtlety hurt her. At first the women’s nails were used to bring her pain as they slid their fingers into her vagina and rectum, and scratch the tender membrane inside her.

Soon all of the guests began using metal objects to touch her, pressing them against her anus, to mask for her the actual time of the impending execution. Barbara had no idea when she was going to be impaled, but she knew what to expect, as the island’s owner’s words rang through her tortured brain.

Time no longer had meaning for her in her isolation within the mask. She felt it had been hours since she had been chained up to the trapeze, and had felt the humiliation of being handled and probed like a side of beef or a slave on the auction block, and tortured with cruel scratches.

Terror changed to horror as she felt the metal and hard plastic touching the hot swollen ring of her anus. She could not tell keys and credit cards from the blade of a sword. The nerves of her rectum were now highly sensitized, from the hot water and the dreaded anticipation of her impending anal impalement.

In her frenzied mind the broadsword was twice its actual size, which was substantial, and capable of completing the task of her execution by impalement. Everything that came into contact with her bare hindquarters felt larger than life, including the hands of her boss and now executioner.

With each contact with another metal object she died inside, her heart beating rapidly and her body quivering in a cold sweat, even in the tropical heat of the late afternoon. Her mind raced with the image of the huge gleaming blade she had seen only briefly that morning as they had arrived.

It was hard to believe that it had been that same morning the yacht had pulled into the harbor and they had dropped anchor. So much had happened in such a short time. She now had no way of knowing that over a hundred people had gathered around the trapeze to watch her announced execution.

She also had no way of knowing when the wealthy land developer who had brought her to the island picked up the sharp ceremonial broadsword, and she had no way of knowing when he had aligned and positioned the tip of the double-edged blade against her bright pink swollen rectum, nor when the elderly owner of the island who had been her judge had commanded that the sword be thrust.

Suddenly she knew, as she at last felt that almost welcome sharp pain of entry. This was no teasing by the guests. She felt her tight rectum split, and the intrusion into her body began. The rude entry was followed immediately with a sensation of her colon being grossly overfilled.

The pressure on the broad blade was restrained but continuous, stretching out the process of her impalement. Barbara the thief was gradually filled with a deep and burning internal pain that grew as she felt the splitting of her colon, slicing of her uterus and the inevitable invasion of her intestines.

She was unable to respond, other than to quiver, which she did dramatically, her buttocks shaking erotically as the huge blade invaded her torso. The ache of the slicing open of the pouch of her stomach was overshadowed by the searing pain of the tip of the blade nicking her heart, causing the life giving muscle to cramp, spasm, and then to function spasmodically.

Barbara was totally unaware that as she heaved and twisted extensively her sword-impaled torso in her violent death throes, her gorgeous spread knees buckled, and she forced the wax plug to pop from her piss tube, releasing a prodigious spray of a triple volume of hot amber liquid from her gorgeous shaven cunt.

The extreme movement of her struggle was ripping her apart inside on the sharp edges of the blade. The audience of guests was reluctant to leave the remarkable display of post-execution struggle by the naked thief, although they were also anxious to get a good seat in the dining room.

They had been promised a special after dinner show, which they understood would eclipse the erotic naked dance of death being performed by the hooded and impaled young lady thief. She had caught and maintained their attention through her attitude and the look of her trembling pussy as she took in the sword.

The incredible bitch’s magnificent body continued to jerk and spasm, deeply impaled on the ceremonial broadsword, as if the beautiful thief were reluctant to give up her precious young life. Only the handle of the great sword remained visible, the hilt of brass testicles pressed fast against the young woman’s spread and completely slit anus.

Only the erotic erect penis of the handle stood boldly out of her destroyed asshole. The devil was claiming her tortured soul, and at the instant of her departure, as every believer present knew it would, the bronze penis on the Satan statue ejaculated steaming hot semen, as it did at every execution by that sword.

Certainly the guests were pleased to see the extent of her highly erotic death struggle, with only the handle of the large sword sticking out between her naked buttocks. This was one of the best private executions the more seasons guests had witnessed on this delightful private island resort.

On every visit they were treated to at least two exciting killings of deserving naked young ladies, and sometimes more. The perverse method of execution was always highly sexualized, bringing excruciating pain in each novel method of killing, and this one would ensure they would be back the next time they were invited.

Barbara’s Ignoble Parted End.