[hide]As stated before I would say in advance if one of my stories were fake, made up, or just imagined. This one is like that and happened only in my imagination. In some unknown country the death penalty was re instated to get rid of the worst criminals against society. Like other countries there was the possibility to get a firing squad, a lethal injection, the chair or whatever "human" way a government could come up with. In this country a certain judge decided different. On trial was a notorious rapist who was accused of raping over 45 women and killing 15 of them afterwards. The 30 others survived the attack barely after days of intensive care in a hospital. Some of them marked for life, others luckier to be able to cover the signs the rapist left. The accused rapist, called Marc M was found guilty beyond any doubt. Several witnesses and victims positively recognized him so the jury and judge were convinced that they had the right guy. He was indeed the man they wanted and when he heard the verdict of the jury he said: "alright, you got me, you can now take my life, but you can't take away the pleasure I had from doing it!" On this remark the judge postponed the sentencing to two weeks after the verdict. He had to think how he could punish this maniac the worst. Two weeks later the judge sentenced him. "Since everybody new Marc M was guilty of the crimes he stood trial for and taking in considering the remarks this person made last time I have reached the conclusion that this man must be executed. The only problem is that the conventional methods we normally use would put an end to the suffering of this man so quickly that he possibly will look forward to it. That's why I have thought of a different way to make him pay for the suffering this person inflicted on his victims. This person shall be punished directly by his victims themselves, if they would like to do so. If any other woman wants to have her share in the punishing of this person they are very welcome to assist. There will be no restrictions to the torture applied and the only restriction will be that the man must be executed within three months from this day". Five professional dominatrix were engaged to assist the victims in making up a plan in torturing Marc M. Everybody agreed that Marc would be punished for a long time, so whatever the women thought of, he should be able to survive all sessions. Most victims didn't know what to do. Since the five dominatrix had enough personal experience with their own personal slaves they started with a session of barefoot trampling for over four hours. At all times Marc had at least one dominatrix standing on his stomach while the others were working on his crotch, chest, throat and face. Chairs and tables were used to jump from. Seeing this, the victims got anxious to join in and in no time most of the women were helping out in trampling Marc M almost to death. Every day, seven to eight hours a day Marc M was being trampled by at least four women at the same time. In the beginning they were just barefoot and with slippers, later on more intense with pumps and spiked high heels. After two months a little accident happened. Five women were trampling Marc M at once and during that session three of them jumped from the table on his stomach and chest at the same time. The woman in the middlebroke two ribs and medical attention was needed to get him ready again to be punished some more. During recovery the women continued the trampling and beating in his groin and legs. They even started to test his strength in standing on his throat. How long could he take this? Just standing was possible for almost two minutes, so let's try something different. If one woman would stand on his throat and the others start jumping onto his stomach from the chair. No, that's too easy; use the table; that's better! This kind of torture lasted for over two weeks and everybody was starting to think about the upcoming execution. Since the judge said that the women were free too choose the way to kill Marc M they decided that they would stop holding back on Marc and just see how long he would survive the upcoming session. It was Monday morning, 8:00 AM as twenty-seven of the thirty surviving victims entered the hall where Marc M was tied up like he was every day for the last eighty-seven days. They were all dressed in black Mini-Skirts, looking absolutely deadly. And deadly they were and Marc M knew it. For the last two months he was walked upon in high heels, cut open by the tips of these sharp elements of these shoes, jumped on his heeling wounds. Two weeks ago Mary, one of the victims who he managed to abuse for more than one hour at the time, had crushed one of his balls by standing on it with the tip of her heel and increasing the weight very slowly. It did not crack until Mary stood full weight on it for more than ten seconds. The next day Lisa did the same with the other ball. Marc had his penis jumped on with flat tennis shoes so the ladies could bhagwan on it with full weight on their heels. Today, he had no balls left, the remains of his penis was sore and hurt badly and he was still suffering from the second time three ribs were broken: Susan wanted to see if one could jump from the table with high heels on his chest. She almost got through to his heart doing so. Did I mention that Marc lost one eye two weeks before? Nice touch of Betty, the daughter of one of the deceased victims. She was just 16 years old and got special permission to join in. Since she only weighed 98 lbs and couldn't do much harm, she stepped up on Marc's face in 4”spiked high heels and slowly lowered her heel on his left eye…This was to be the last day. Marc was tied up between two very heavy tables. Six girls opened the session by jumping onto his stomach with bare feet. One of them placed a bare foot on his throat and started bouncing on it a bit. Four new girls stepped up in high heels and started trampling his stomach, twisting and jumping with their heels. Marc was screaming in uncontrollable pain, but no sound left his throat. Not that the girl standing on his throat was too heavy, but because of the fact that Marc did not have any voice left for three weeks. For over two hours all 27 women got their last chance to torture Marc M a last time. Then, at about 10:25 am the judge entered the room accompanied by Amy. She was a little Chinese girl (5’-5” 102 lbs.)who mother, Miranda was signed for life by Marc. who was how getting mental help and not doing to well, The intense knife cuttings Marc inflicted on her 3 months ago forever mutilated her face for every. Everybody agreed that she should have the honor of watching her youngest daughter do the actual execution of Marc M. The women standing all over on Marc stopped and got off him. The judge spoke: "For the past 87 days you have suffered for the crimes you committed to these women and there family members. They in return have taken revenge on you for the deeds you have done. Nothing what you did can be put right again, but they definitely tortured you the best they could. Now we put an end to this and you will die. You remember Miranda? Her youngest daughter Amy will be your executioner, while her mother Miranda watch and hopefully heal a little…mentally" And with those words the judge stepped back and watched how Amy approached Marc. She was dressed in a snug black mini-skirt, like the rest were wearing, also she was wearing 3” spike high heels. She only weighed 102 lbs. but she knew Marc would die. Without hesitation she slowly stepped up on his face, placing the soul of her left foot on his forehead and the sharp heel on his mouth. "should he be able to see his death?" she asked the rest while holding the other heel directly over his only remaining eye. That would probably be nice, the others agreed. Amy replaced her other foot so that the heel bhagwaned on the tip of his nose. With one light shift of her weight she broke his nose. A small moan and some tears appeared from the wrecked body beneath her. She then slowly turned around and suddenly jumped to his stomach, bhagwaning with both feet on the broken ribs again causing intense pain. "OK, let's finish this". She turned around, walked up on his upper chest and looked down into Marc one eye. "That's the fear in your eye my mother must have had when you cut her face. Amy lifted her right foot and placed the tip of her heel on Marc M's throat and leaned down. Slowly the pressure on the heel increased until she could lift her other foot. There she stood; standing on her right foot on his throat, her left foot resting on his forehead lightly for support, looking straight down into the eye of her mothers attacker, just waiting for him to die beneath her. Marc started to shiver. Suddenly he collapsed. The skin of his throat couldn't resist any longer and Miranda sunk right into his throat. For a moment her heel was resting on some tissue but then it punched through the other side of his neck. Miranda was now standing on the floor again with one heel through Marc's throat. Miranda replaced her left foot back on the floor and pulled her right foot out of his throat. She turned around step back up on his chest and walked down on his stomach, stepped on what was left of his penis and stepped down between his legs. It didn't matter anymore, Marc could not feel it. The work of 87 seven days of intense torture was done. Marc M. died at 10:34 AM in the presence of the judge, two members of the jury and the victims who survived his crimes.[/hide]
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