Simon’s piss ran over Greta’s face, and tits.
“Thank me, cunt!”
“Thank…. thank you…”
Her breasts were being scolded by the hot brazier lit beneath them. Pissing over her was the closest thing to kindness that Greta could expect from these two. She did not know if she was being executed today, but she didn’t understand how she was going to survive. The serrated blade under her stomach threatened to cut her open, its sharp points pushing into her belly.
To begin with the crowd in front of her had been the worst part of the torture – being so exposed in front of so many people. But soon she forgot all about them, she focused just on her situation. It was bad enough when they brought out the hot coals, her tits were turning pink when Simon pissed on them.
It was only a temporary relief, as soon she felt a pain like no other. A small dildo had been pushed into her ass, without lube. Moments later, a shock ran through her body. “AAAAAAAAAH!” she cried out, her voice breaking. Edgar was hammering something into her ass. She could feel it was widening.
Someone in the crowd passed out, seeing what was happening. Others could not look away.