We begin part 2 with Olivia continuing her favorite tortures culled from the "History of Torture."

The punishment for rape practiced by the Zemba tribe in south west Africa was particularly stimulating for her.

The accused man would first be force-fed large quantities of water through a long tube shoved down his throat into his stomach. Then he would be bound to a post and the head of his penis would be exposed by drawing back the foreskin. Honey was smeared over the head of the penis which was then dipped in a vessel containing hundreds of fiery red ants. The foreskin would then be stretched back over the head and the female rape victim would then sew the foreskin shut, trapping the panicked ants which would sting unmercifully. Some of the ants would find their way into the urethra where they would inject their venom along the entire length of the shaft causing intense inflammation and grotesque swelling of the penis. Urination would become impossible and after many days the screaming victim would eventually succumb to a ruptured bladder.

Thinking this could not be topped, Olivia was surprised (and delighted) to read about the unspeakable practices that occurred in Europe during the Middle Ages. The crime of regicide (plotting against, attempting or actually killing the king was dealt with in a particularly brutal manner in Medieval France.

Punishment for regicide in France from the Middle-Ages to the French Revolution was to crush the condemned's testicles in a vise, which burst them as mush from the scrotum, then crunch the spermatic cords with pliers. The condemned was turned upside down in order to maximize the blood flow to his brain after which he was unable to pass out or enter a state of shock until, perhaps, the last few seconds of his ordeal. The condemned was sure to vomit repeatedly with violent convulsions, even well after he had voided the contents of his stomach, but he rarely screamed except for an initial shriek, which immediately silenced, because the pain overwhelmed his ability to breathe. Most men would hang and thrash wildly during and after the crushing of each testicle, and their thrashing would renew upon the crushing of each spermatic cord, The condemned was mercifully put to death afterwards, but his torture routinely lasted for the better part of a day, witnessed by large crowds. It is interesting to note that, whereas most crowds were instructed to jeer, mock, and ridicule the condemned, and did so even during a disemboweling, and drawing and quartering, most crowds remained silent and stared with shocked expressions as a castration was carried out in this manner. Onlookers, male and female, are recorded to have vomited at the sight of the spectacle. The crushing of the spermatic cords produces a sound, which veterinarians (who routinely perform this castration procedure on anaesthetized, large livestock, such as horses) usually describe as similar to crushing an entire head of frozen celery, wrapped in rubber bands.

No strangers to cruelty, the medieval English Church devised it’s own horrific punishment for poor souls convicted of adultery.

The condemned would be taken to the town square where their punishment would be staged as a spectacle. The religious authorities of the time were guided only by strict observance of spiritual principles and cared little for the psychological or emotional needs of their congregants. Furthermore, in the 1500’s life was held in little regard, given the wars, pestilence and disease that made life so harsh. Public degradation and humiliation heaped upon the victims was a good moral teacher. For most of the public, these rituals were a welcomed diversion and served as a counterbalance to the fiercely miserable living conditions which peasants endured. In addition, the public punishment always involved the victims being stripped of their clothes (to maximize the humiliation) and this created an (unspoken) anticipatory excitement to the proceedings. In a time where there were strict taboos against sex and nudity this “free show” was a tremendous draw to the towns people, especially women. For days, the wives, mothers and single women would titter and joke amongst themselves about how they hoped the victim was well endowed with a long thick penis and large testicles. For many the opportunity to see a man naked and exposed in such a manner was exciting beyond words. Though there was a serious side too, and many brought their teenaged children who were encouraged to watch as a brutal reminder of the penalty for lust.

A large raised platform would be erected in the village square. On one side of the platform there was a cage large enough to house a person as well as two six foot posts about 3 feet apart with ropes for binding arms and legs. There was also a small table containing a vessel that held concentrated capsain, the chemical that gives hot peppers their heat. Soaking in the liquid capsain were a number of long cotton wicks. On the other side was a heavy wooden table with restraining straps. To the right of the table was a caldron filled with flaming wood and coals into which were placed several iron pokers. The two condemned adulterers, clad only in nightshirts, would be marched through the jeering crowd which was allowed to claw and tear at their flimsy gowns. By the time the two bloodied victims reached the platform and climbed the stairs, they were completely naked. Once on the platform, the charges against them would be read aloud as well as the proscribed punishments. After the reading, the two unfortunates were dragged to different parts of the platform; the man bound upright between the posts his arms suspended above his head and his legs held apart. The woman strapped to the table on her back, her legs elevated and spread wide so her genitalia was exposed. Screaming and begging for mercy, it was not unusual for each of the condemned to lose control of their bowels and bladder. This added humiliation never failed to elicit roars and shrieks from the raucous crowd.

Olivia found the tortures suffered by the woman horribly gruesome and repugnant; She could only imagine the pain the screaming woman suffered as her breasts were sliced off and red hot pokers were shoved up her anus and vagina to the roaring approval of the crowd. Reading about these acts only disgusted her and she did not linger over the words. The man’s fate, however, provoked in her intense sexual excitement and her eyes devoured the lines on the page describing in detail the wretched victim’s ordeal.

As the taunting and yelling of the crowd mounted into an ear splitting crescendo, a soldier would remove a wick from the vessel containing the capsain. The victim, screaming and twisting his body in an attempt to break free (knowing all too well the fate that awaited him) would be pummeled about the head and face until the struggling subsided. Once subdued, his penis would be firmly held and the foreskin retracted. The urethral opening would be spread as wide as possible and the cotton wick, still dripping it’s corrosive juice would be inserted into the meatus and pushed deep with a long probe so it coursed the entire length of the penis with only a small tag protruding from the opening. The intense searing of the delicate mucosa elicited animal-like screams from the victim’s throat which reverberated throughout the square. The crowd, roared it’s approval, and would watch in amazement as the entire penis would become hideously swollen in a matter of minutes. With the poor victim twisting violently against his bonds, the wick would be forcibly yanked out, followed by the remains of the disintegrating urethral lining, which exited the penile opening in a continuous stream of blood and pus. The screaming man would be cut from his restraints and thrown into the cage, his hands clawing at the grotesquely enlarged organ, literally trying to rip it off. Eventually a knife was tossed into the cage and bets were made by the cheering crowd as to how long it would take before the howling victim would hack off his own penis.

Each story added to her sexual arousal. As she read, her fingers would be buried deep in her vagina, massaging and pulling her swollen clitoris. As the tension between her legs grew, she would read the one passage that invariably enabled her to reach the most intense of orgasms. This passage dealt with the mutilation of a captured platoon of young English soldiers at the hands of the Ottoman Turks in the desert wars of the late 1880’s. What made it so remarkable, was that it was a detailed description of actual events recounted by one member of the garrison that was allowed to go free, ostensible to return to his own troops with such a tale of horror, that it’s psychological effect on the morale of the English would be so crippling as to render their fighting abilities ineffective. Here is the description (recounted by corporal James Ferguson) that never failed to unleash a body shaking orgasm.

“They herded us into the center of their desert camp. Bonfires were all around us lighting up the night, desert sky. There were fifteen of us; we were young and frightened beyond words. We were tied to posts driven deep into the ground and arranged into a large circle. The Turkish militia, on horse back and in full desert uniform surrounded us. The were whopping and hollering, flashing and slashing their swords in the air. I was so scared, I pee’d in my pants. One of the Turks got off his horse and strode towards us. He stood in front of Jenkins, a young private – no more than nineteen. The Turk began unbuckling Jenkins’ belt. My poor friend was screaming for mercy which only seemed to encourage the fanatic Turk. It was so difficult to watch! The Turk pulled down Jenkins’ pants and underwear. The poor bloke started peeing and shitting on the spot! This caused the Turks to laugh and shout.

Then the Turk lifted up my friend’s cock, but Jenkins’ thighs were clenched tightly together. The Turk motioned for another militiaman to come over. This second Turk Spread Jenkins’ thighs apart as my poor friend howled and pleaded. I could see the loose brown shit running down his legs as they exposed him. The Turk, who spoke a little English, grabbed a hold of Jenkins’ nut bag and yelled something in Jenkins’ face like “where balls?”

My mate was so frightened his ball bag was practically empty; You know how your nuts get sucked up when you’re nervous. Smiling, the fuckin’ Turk reached up and, slowly milked Jenkins’ balls down back into the sac. As his balls were being tugged, my friend’s body seemed to twitch and then he shot his load! Could you believe it!. He shot his fuckin’ load. His cock was soft, but he was shootin’ fuckin’ spunk in all directions. He was screaming and twisting; it was so fuckin’ horrible to watch! The sight of the jizz seemed to whip the Turks up even more and their yelling and screaming were deafening! After he came, the poor fuckin’ bloke seemed to sag and that’s when the Turk drew out his knife and started to cut and soon there was a bloody hole where my friend’s balls used to be. I never knew a body had so much blood; it was everywhere! The Turks seemed to be turned on by it.

One by one each of my mates suffered the same fate, each one shootin’ his final load before the knife cut. If a poor bloke had a big cock, the Turk would start to flay the poor bugger in the middle his belly and slice down with his knife so that the poor bloke’s fuckin’ cock and balls were removed as a single chunk of flesh. Then they would hoist the severed genitals on the top of a spear and parade it in front of the victim’s eyes as he bled to death. The screams, I’ll never get those horrible, pleading screams out of my head. And the smell of piss and shit that filled the air, it’s still in my nostrils! Why’d they let me go? I don’t know. Maybe ‘cause my cock was small – who’d ever think that was a blessing? But most likely they let me go to tell the tale to my garrison – to fuck with our minds – yeah, probably so. And you know what, it fuckin’ worked! We just wanted to get the fuck out of that desert!

Reading the passages Olivia felt as though she was viewing the carnage first hand. One after one, the horrific images flashed through her brain in rapid succession: the terrified soldiers, pleading for mercy as their piss-soaked pants were pulled down. The clenched thighs pried apart by angry hands; The smell of shit filling the desert night air as soldiers lost control of their bowels witnessing their comrades castration; the grinning Turk grabbing the screaming soldier’s scrotum; the young man’s body twisting and ejaculating as his frenzied brain is overcome with masochistic surrender; the hideously bizarre image of a flaccid penis spurting semen in all directions; the blood gushing from the hole where the genitals once were; the cut scrotum and it’s precious contents thrown to join an ever growing heap on the desert sands. Her brain exploding with savage imagery, her hand furiously rubbed her aching clitoris until she climaxed, and her body would be consumed by a shuddering and lengthy orgasm. She would lay motionless for minutes. When she finally got up to cleanse herself, she would look with some amazement at the large circle of wetness she left in the bed sheets.

Night after night Olivia would take the book down and read it’s well worn and fraying pages. After a while she found the book unnecessary. The images she needed to achievemaximum arousal were well established in her fevered psyche and achieving orgasm had finally become easy.

End Part 2. Part 3 to be posted tommorrow.

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