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Writer: Regis
Subject: CATERINA AND THE YOUNG MOORS 2
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Young Ones, Snuff, Torture
Synopsis: A young nun, from the Abby in Tarantino, Italy, in the Thirteenth Century, does the unthinkable when she rescues a pair of shipwrecked Moorish girls and hides them in the Abby. They are discovered and put to death in the town square for the entertainment value of butchering a pair of naked females. Catrina is dealt with in the same manner, with a delightful variation that creates a split personality.
Caterina And The Young Moors 2
And now they had one more captive to deal with. Caterina, one of their own, a novice nun who had betrayed her trust, her people, even her God, by succoring the heathen trash. She had been given over by the Church to the executioner. Even the Holy Father Gioverti and the Mother Superior knew she must pay.
Caterina must pay with her life. But she must first pay with public humiliation, anguish, and pain. She must pay and pay and pay and pay. That was how things worked. The nun-turned-cunt was of no value, other than through the brief entertainment her death would bring to the community.
The executioners looked across and signalled. Caterina screamed as she felt the guards propel her forward, out of the prison cart and toward the waiting executioners. Like the two previous victims, Caterina was made to run the gauntlet of insults and blows from the enraged townsfolk as she struggled through the mob toward the middle of the town square.
Unlike the other two, she began the trial of endurance in her full flowing robes. Her novice robes were flying around her ankles as she ran, and she could feel the coolness where they were damp from her perspiration. They were also damp from her piss, as she had pissed herself, first from enjoying the plight of the Moors, and then from the dread of what was about to happen to her.
She was spat upon; her hair was pulled; her robes were ripped open; she was kicked and punched; her bared breasts were slapped and squeezed; as she was slowed, any exposed flesh was pinched and twisted cruelly. She could do nothing to defend herself, with her arms firmly secured behind her.
By the time she had escaped the clutches of the mob, she was totally naked, the last tatters of her novice’s habit having been ripped from her shapely young body, revealing the full splendor of her beautiful form. A savage kick on her bare buttocks by a nearby guard sent her sprawling in the dust.
She was quickly hoisted to her feet and lashed by her wrists to a heavy ring set high on a tall upright pillar. Her legs were dragged from under her and spread as wide as they would go, displaying her bare cunt and anus to the mob. Her ankles were tied to a pair of wooden stakes, placing the strain of all the weight of her body on her bound wrists.
The force of gravity combined with Caterina’s arched position forced her splendid breasts to hang down, trembling deliciously, in stark contrast to the charred breasts they had watched burn moments before on the Moor. Their fullness and smooth paleness tempted her cruel tormentors to direct their attentions to these beautiful globes first.
One of the executioners pulled a glowing poker from the fire and carried it across to where the helpless victim was hanging. He slowly brought the red-hot metal up to lightly touch her tender breast tips. She shuddered as she felt the heat radiating over the sensitive flesh, making her breasts wobble like jellies.
The torturer briefly touched her soft pink nipples with the iron. She shrieked in pain as the flesh sputtered angrily. She twisted and bucked wildly in her bonds. However much she tried to twist away from the searing heat, to poker followed, and her unprotected young breast tips could not escape the scorching kiss of the glowing iron.
The executioner was unhurried, savoring torture; each time waiting for her writhings to subside before applying the iron when she was least prepared for it. His torture was methodical and calculated in its cruelty. The crowd delighted in her suffering. The man with the cooling iron drew aside.
He made way for a couple of others bearing a bucket of open wire mesh, which they fastened over the burned hanging breasts, secured by a single leather strap across her back. The simple device formed a very loose halter, and trapped inside it with her dangling mammaries was a wild ferret!
Angry and frustrated at being trapped, the small savage beast attacked the soft, hanging flesh with sharp teeth and ragged claws as it sought escape from the unnatural prison. The animal was enraged further by a stick poked through the wire by an eager young assistant, his penis throbbing with excitement.
Now a cruel syringe was used to squirt a strong, burning liquid into her body, up inside both her rectum and her vagina. Caterina’s writhings and screams were incessant, providing the crowd with wonderful entertainment in this orgy of raw revenge upon this young girl who had dared to show compassion to their enemies.
Next, they used the leather whip, bloodied on the twelve-year-old Moor, to lash Caterina across her naked, widespread, meaty buttocks. Her flesh tightened, but her control muscles relaxed. The foul acidic liquid gushed from her twin openings, together with the steamy contents of her bladder and the lumpy brown offal from her bowels, as the beautiful young novice gave up command of her basic bodily functions.
The cruel lash continued to rain vicious blows on the girl’s naked body, creating bleeding welts on her buttocks and back, and curling around her soft thighs and belly. The frantic ferret continued to slash and bite at her vulnerable, bouncing, bleeding breasts in its mad quest for freedom.
Her wild pitching and heaving in response to the cruel lash caused her mammaries to bounce wildly within the wire cage, aggravating the small beast enclosed with them as much as did the prodding stick. Her screams reached a new crescendo as the torture reached an unbelievable pitch.
Through a mind seared with agony, Caterina glimpsed flashbacks over her short life: the happiness she had known as a child; the peace behind the convent walls, despite the advances from the lesbian nuns; the internal warmth she had felt when she had helped the stranded Moorish girls; and the distress she had experienced when the three of them had been arrested and mistreated by their guards.
By now, cuts had opened up across the girl’s body wherever the whip had struck. Because of her posture with her widespread legs, and because her breasts were protected from the whip by the wire basket, her vagina became a prime target of the tightly braided leather lash. The pretty young novice’s delicate and beautiful sex organ took such a severe beating that the mound had swollen out, as had the tortured inner meat of her womb.
Caterina’s cries finally began to weaken, and the executioner ended the violent whipping, not out of mercy, but because he had more planned for her. An assistant had scooped up thistles, stinging nettles and sharp stones. He climbed under the sagging body of the young naked nun and began to thrust his materials into her from below.
He used the dirty and bloodied stick that had been used to coat the wounds of the young Moor with tar, to thrust the thistles, nettles and stones deep into her body. He was so engrossed in the violent violation of her lower passages that the severe treatment lacerated her vagina and rectum, cutting into the meat until both portals had broken down into one ravaged passage.
While the young man amused himself and the crowd with this pursuit, another assistant removed the wire basket over Caterina’s breasts and unceremoniously killed the ferret by crushing its skull with a rock. Her large, lacerated breasts now hung free, torn and bleeding from the abuse by the savage little animal that had desecrated them. Caterina was paying dearly for her crimes against the townspeople, and the worst still lay ahead of her.
The man who had taken off the cage now picked up a pair of stout ropes and fashioned a noose on the end of each of them. He slipped a noose over each of her large, dangling breasts, and, snugging them up against the base, he pulled them tight, so that there was no danger they would slip off the bulging mounds of woman-flesh.
The ropes were so tight that the coarse, chaffing fibers were biting painfully into Caterina’s bound, injured tit-meat. Three husky townsmen picked up the other end of each of the ropes from the dust and, taking up the slack, they began to indulge in a bizarre and sadistic game of tug-o’-war, to the rapturous cheers of the aroused spectators.
Crazed with pain, Caterina dropped her head between her raised shoulders and through tear-clouded eyes, she saw her tied breasts, red and swollen, with the stout ropes almost invisible as they dug into her soft, tortured flesh. Renewed agony forced her to lift her head again and howl in excruciating torment. The apprentice torturers were merciless as they strained at the ropes, jerking wide apart the bound breasts of the novice nun.
The burly young men were intent on harming her as they toiled on the ropes, sweating and grunting with their unrestrained efforts. Her breasts were stretched out severely on either side of her, the nooses
now lost from sight in the folds they forced into the impossibly strained mammaries. Her breasts, which had been pale white just a short time earlier, were now turning from angry red to deep purple.
While the two teams strained, the assistant crouching below her used a large two-pronged fork to jab alternately into each distended, ballooning mound, with devastating effect. As he stabbed her large, severely stretched tits, he glanced up into her tear-streaked face to savor the agony in her lovely blue eyes.
Others in the crowd would kill for a chance to take his place, he thought to himself. He had worked hard to earn the role of senior apprentice and had helped to make evil young women suffer the tortures of the damned in this public square. Now, with real satisfaction, he realized that he was assisting in killing this beautiful young traitor.
The hideously destructive competition was brought to a sudden and startling end as Caterina’s right breast was abruptly torn from her body. The successful team tumbled backwards into a disorganized heap, the ball of her severed breast bouncing on them as it fell free of the restraining noose.
The other team, suddenly without competition, jerked backwards, pulling Caterina severely to her left. The contestants on the second team fell laughing to the ground, panting from their exertion. Their massed efforts had not been to defeat the other team in the vicious tug-of-war, but to remove one or both of the bitch’s big breasts.
At least in this, they had all succeeded. Caterina swung wildly, screaming from the catastrophic violence of the ending. Her left breast was half severed from the final jolt, with the rope dug deeply into the tender tit meat. Where her right breast had been was an ugly wound, with dangling strands of flesh and torn tissue.
The crowd was ecstatic with delight. The comforter of their enemies was paying a fitting price for her crimes against them. The punishment had been drawn out for a long time. Now, as the wretched victim hung in her misery and shame, her strained body one terrible mass of agony and pain, the head executioner and his eager assistants prepared for the climax of her torture, her actual execution.
Caterina had been forced to face unbelievable horror and suffering in payment for her treachery, and now it was time for her to face her death penalty. The townspeople could only feel satisfied with her horrifying and violent death. They could never be content with teaching her a lesson; their hearts were set on vengeance.
Two large, powerful, and nervous draft horses were led into the square, and the people parted to make a large clearing. These were amazingly strong animals, bred specifically to haul carts laden with barrels of beer from the brewery to the marketplaces and taverns where the product was sold, to town drunkards.
The powerful animals were each held by two handlers in readiness. The big beasts wore work saddles. These were not designed for riders, but were fashioned to attach heavy loads, as well as stout ropes for pulling and hauling. Most often, these two horses were used to drag logs, but today, there were quite different, though similar, purposes intended for the powerful beasts and their equipment.
The short cords that held Caterina’s bound wrists to the ring on the post were slashed, and she fell heavily onto the ground, landing on her one remaining mutilated breast. The thongs binding her ankles to the stakes were also cut. The chief executioner put his toe under her belly and, with a powerful kick, rolled her over onto her back.
She sprawled out, moaning, her eyes wide and staring. Her battered, swollen and ripped cunt/anus opening bulged outward between her spread legs, dripping blood around the sticks and nettles stuffing the enlarged hole. The young nun-turned-traitor Caterina’s battered body was not doing well.
The town’s executioner said something so softly that most in the crowd could not hear what it was, and he made a lewd gesture, causing the men near him to laugh coarsely. Once more, her legs were wrenched apart so that her thighs were spread wide, and eager hands tied ropes around her ankles.
The horses were backed to either side of her, about ten feet apart and facing away from each other. A pair of stout ropes was firmly tied to Caterina’s slender ankles, and her lovely bare legs were wide spread so that the other end of each rope could be drawn up and tied to heavy rings on the saddles of the horses.
When the knots were secured, the horses were moved apart, stretching the ropes tight. The handlers now uncoiled their whips, and all was ready for the devastating climax to her public torture and execution. As her mind grasped the full horror of what they were about to do to her, the poor naked nun’s screams rent the air.
Now the townspeople were invited to participate in her final preparation. As they gathered in close to her, the chief executioner set the example by pulling out his penis and urinating on the stretched body of the naked young traitor. The others eagerly moved in, and she tried vainly to cover herself with her arms as fat, thin, short and long penises, as well as women’s hairy cunts were bared.
Men pointed their fleshy penile faucets, and women squatted to provide the naked novice with a repugnant shower. Within seconds, Caterina was inundated with a seemingly endless flood of hot, stinging, acrid urine. Her disgrace was complete as the beautiful young novice became a human public toilet.
Even little boys and girls came and relieved themselves, exposing their immature little sex organs to partake in the communal expression of disdain for the traitorous young nun. She was soon awash with warm piss, and it seemed to take forever for the townspeople and their children to empty their bladders over her prone nakedness.
When the last squatting little girl had dribbled the last amber droplets from her pert little hairless vagina and had then modestly covered herself, the chief executioner directed everyone to move well back. He warned them that this form of execution was so violent that sometimes an accident would happen, and innocent bystanders could be injured if a ripped side of a woman was catapulted over the horse.
They stood back and fell silent in awe of the terrible climax to the spectacle they were about to witness. Her wrists were retied, this time pulled tightly together behind her back. The distraught Caterina renewed her screaming, and she writhed frantically, trying in futile desperation to wrench her wrists and ankles free of their bindings.
Dread and terror filled her beautiful face as her mind imagined what it would feel like to be ripped in half up the middle. She was about to find out, first-hand. Apart from her struggles and the nervous stamping of the horses as they sensed the impending violence and excitement, all movement in the square was frozen in breathless anticipation.
All preparations for the naked young piss-soaked girl’s execution were complete, and the people held their breath, not wanting to miss the slightest nuance of the violence that was about to be wrecked on this beautiful young naked traitorous nun. At long last, giving up, Caterina relaxed and lay quiet, steeling herself for the awful moment.
She at last heard the voice of the chief executioner ring out in the stillness as he moved away from her, not wanting to be splashed with her gore. He dropped his raised arm, and the whips in the hand of his excited, ejaculating assistants cracked in vicious contact with the hide on the horses’ asses.
The startled animals suddenly bolted and lurched off in opposite directions. A roar filled the air, rising and swelling like the cry of a vengeful monster. In an instant, the bit of slack in the ropes was taken up, and they snapped taut. Caterina was lifted high in the air, stretched between the two straining animals.
She hung there, with her legs spread outward at a hideously unnatural, nearly impossible angle to her hanging body. The muscles of her young thighs were enormously strained, bulging under her skin like knotted ropes, and her sinews stood up in raised ridges, casting deep shadows in the bright sunlight.
All eyes were drawn to the sight of her damaged and stuffed sex organ, already ripped and joined to her rectum, thrusting up to the sky and gaping open under the incredible strain. The nettles and sticks fell free, no longer gripped in the shocking wound that had been the young woman’s cunt and colon.
Tiny jets of blood spurted from the split organ, lending an erotic and carnal tone to the violent scene. At this point, some of the more sensitive and squeamish turned away from the ghastly spectacle, not ready to view what they knew was imminent. Some of the more frail women covered their eyes; a few children covered their faces in their mothers’ skirts.
Those who avoided the scene by averting their glance were letting their imaginations run away with them. What was about to happen was in fact quite natural: the young nun’s body would be rent apart, drawn open by the powerful steeds, revealing her inner parts. It would not be unlike the slaughter and opening of a sow, which happened daily in the market, so that townspeople would be assured they were getting fresh meat.
The only difference here was that the animal being slaughtered was a human, a young girl, one of their own, a pretty maiden who had taken the vows of a novice and had then betrayed them. The butcher did not allow the pig he killed to suffer, but in this case, suffering by the victim was the object of the execution.
Most of the townspeople watched eagerly, relishing every minute detail. They would not be sickened by gore, as they saw it daily as a natural part of slaughter, and they enjoyed the butchering of girls here as well, almost weekly. In this case, they would find the exposure of her gore erotic.
The townsmen had their penises out, and were pumping them, preparing to ejaculate as the assistants were already doing, as the gore would be produced from the beautiful young nude nun bound between the powerfully pulling draft horses. Lady guts were always more interesting than pig guts.
The whips thrashed mercilessly across the straining horseflesh, and the pounding hooves of the exerting animals caused a murderous jerking action on the suspended girl’s crotch. Her muscles, bones, and sinews in her groin were taking the strain very badly, and it was clear she would not be able to take the incredible physical stress for long before she came apart.
It happened more slowly than anyone would have imagined possible. Even the chief executioner, who had devised and supervised many such slayings of naked girls in the past, was not prepared for the slow splitting of the naked young nun that now happened in a way that was more entertaining than he could have devised.
Usually, the halves of the naked female victims were jerked apart, spraying blood and gore into the air and across the pavement as their bodies literally ripped and flew apart. This young lady had been properly rigged, and with a more steady pull, the animals caused a much more interesting rending.
The townspeople were once more hushed at the spectacle. There was a steady ripping of the girl’s crotch flesh, a cracking of bone, and then an ugly tearing sound. The lovely young naked female body with its one tit was ripped slowly open, gradually and unceremoniously spilling out the gory mass of her wet entrails.
The beautiful naked screaming Catrina was no more to her audience than a human pig at the slaughter. Her last piercing scream was choked off in a welter of blood welling up into her throat and gushing from her gaping mouth, although the echo reverberated mockingly across the valley in the clear, silent air.
The whips persisted, the horses bolted, and quite suddenly her flesh failed, and the girl was ripped cleanly in half up the middle. Her head remained with the half that still had the shapely breast attached. With the young woman parted, the horses were free to gallop through the town square and beyond, which they did.
The beasts galloped through the town’s streets, dragging the bloodied halves of the traitorous young novice behind them. People leapt out of the way and cheered as parts of the split young human female carcass were battered over the cobblestones, streaking them with the traitorous nun’s blood.
Catrina the nun’s shapely body took a terrible beating from the pounding, and the skin was shredded from her, leaving only raw muscle where her pale female hide had been. The beautiful young nun had truly been reduced to meat. When the horses finally came to a halt and were taken under control, only the girl’s gorgeous legs and hips remained easily recognizable as human.
A final exuberant cheer burst from the townspeople as they rejoiced in the incredibly violent public death of the traitorous novice cunt. The beautiful young creature had been one of their own, but had gone against their most basic rule, and they had effectively cast her out in the most cruel way possible.
Her well-justified punishment and execution were an event that would be long remembered. Usually, girls were captured and brought from other villages to be so delightfully slaughtered in these weekly, highly entertaining bitch killings, which also served to help the executioner keep his skills sharp.
It would possibly be years before such a severe example would have to be made of one of their own. The chief executioner and his apprentices would only have captive women brought back from raids on other towns to keep sharp in the subtle arts of the entertaining terminal torture punishments.
THE END