Fate of a Barefoot Wench

The girl was naked as the day she was born. She was a beautiful young thing with flawless skin, flawless but for the welts that seem to cover every square inch of her supple body.

It seemed such a pity to waste such a beautiful creature. She was doomed, however, to die a horrible death. No one really knew why or for what crime. No one dared question her fate. She lay on her side on the cold stone floor of her very small cell. Heavy shackles and chains bound her ankles and wrists together in such a tight fashion as to force her small, fragile body into an awkward backward bow. Despite the cool dampness of the abbess in which she found herself, her body was wet from a nervous sweat that seemed to emanate from her every pore.

Movement was painful so she just lay there slowly fanning and curling her toes and clenching and unclenching her small fists. What must have been going through her mind is anyone's guess. Horrible pain and sheer terror soon awaited her.

She had been living with her mother and three younger sisters in a village about seven kilometers outside the city. The oldest child, she was expected to help provide for her family. Her father, after all, had succumbed to a plague just three years earlier.

Soon she discovered that men would pay dearly for but a few moments of her time. Of course, during that time they would do lewd and unmentionable things to her. After all, her various tight orifices made such nice places for these animals to insert their nastiest appendage. She would lay or stand for hours at a time while one after the other inserted himself only to squirt whichever of her bodily cavities full of their foul cream or acrid waste.

She hated it but had no choice. Her mother officially disapproved of her work. Yet nights when the young girl felt ill or not in the mood, her mother would chastise her citing her laziness and lack of concern for her younger siblings. Reluctantly, the girl would go out again into the night again in search of customers more than willing to purchase her wares.

It was such a night when she found herself suddenly surrounded by members of the local guard. Quickly swept up and forced into the back of a wagon. She was tossed about within the vehicle's darkened confines as it made its way through the rough unpaved streets.

The young girl was taken to what was surely a royal residence, stripped of her clothing, and led to a large room where several servants bathed her. Her hair still wet and stringy from being washed, she was given a small smock to wear and then forced up some back stairs to a very large bedchamber. There she waited until visited by a young man about 25 years of age. He was not particularly handsome but was dressed in fancy clothes like the King himself. Realizing that she was possibly in the presence of royalty, she quickly dropped to her knees.

The young man approached her, grasped her head with both his hand, and proceeded to shove his very erect penis between her lips and deep into her throat. The girl was shocked. She had not even noticed him open his draws. Yet suddenly here he was calling her by all sorts of very demeaning names and pumping her small mouth and throat savagely.

Gagging and struggling to breath she attempted to detach herself when suddenly he ripped her small smock from her body and began thrashing her all over with a leather crop. Crying out loudly for mercy he tendered none and began beating her with such abandon that she knew she would surely die.

Dragging her onto the nearby bed by her hair and one of her arms, he laid her upon her belly and began sodomizing her with abandon, all the while slapping and punching the back of her head. Once he had unloaded his seed deep within her bowels, he withdrew and forced her to clean him thoroughly with her mouth.

Summoning some of the same servants that had bathed her earlier, he ordered them to remove her. They did so efficiently, dragging her by her arms back out into a large corridor and down several sets of stone steps until they reached a wholly unearthly place she knew must be a dungeon.

There she was raped and beaten by the guards that had originally captured her. Then shackled and chained naked, she was left in her current state, not realizing yet what fate awaited her. Her small body now filthy and covered with the slimy remnants of her many salvage couplings. She must have wondered what evil twist of fate had brought her to such a demeaning circumstance. If only she knew where fate would next take her.

Preparations for her torture included a large iron pot that hung from heavy chains above what would soon be a roaring fire. The pot had been filled with filthy water from the dungeon's black cisterns. Her fate was simple but horrific: to be slowly boiled alive. Something normally experienced by only the most notorious of criminals or for those that may have plotted against the royal family. Certainly not a fate normally to befall such a simple barefoot peasant girl.

They came for her. The same men that had raped her hours earlier now dragged her from her tiny cell. They lifted her, still chained as she was. Their hands and fingers groping every part of her. She squirmed and wiggled but was unable to effectively resist. They carried her screaming, begging, pleading to the large pot of water, and deposited her therein.

For a moment there was complete silence as the weight of her chained body pulled her head below the level of the water and sealed her ears from all sound. The water was unbelievably cold and she fought and squirmed to right herself and force her head to the surface. There was sound again. She looked around quickly and could see that several people had gathered near the large cauldron, some were laughing but others just stared.

She struggled to find a position to keep her head above the water. It was difficult as her wrists and ankles were chained tightly together behind her. Her feet would slip against the slippery insides of the pot and her head would suddenly dip beneath the water. Then there would be silence again until she righted herself and her head would burst from beneath the water. Her long auburn hair partially covered her face and she gasped for air as she heard footsteps approaching.

The others surrounding her heard them as well and turned in their direction. All of them immediately dropped to their knees as the young man who had sodomized her earlier approached. She stared as he approached her in her large pot of cold water.

He stopped, stared for a few seconds, smiled, and ordered simply to get on with it. Two men brought forth a large, straight back chair on which the young man immediately sat. Suddenly, there was much commotion as someone came forward with a small container and began pouring it onto kindling beneath the pot. Just as suddenly another appeared with a large torch and touched it to the fuel. The girl heard the crackling of the fire starting beneath her and saw the resultant smoke rise and surround the rim of the pot.

She screamed for now she knew what they intended to do to her. She begged for mercy. The young man just smiled and told her to lay back and put on a good show for him. She asked what she had done to deserve such a punishment. The young man, now appearing annoyed, told her that she had done nothing. Her head suddenly disappeared again below the water as she lost her footing.

Struggling to force her head above water, the girl frantically groped with her feet for a surface to push against. Her bare foot encountered the bottom of the pot and she felt the heat as it began to penetrate the heavy iron.

Surfacing again she began screaming and begging for mercy. She asked why this was being done to her. The young man stood and walked over to the edge of the pot. He reached beneath the water and began fondling and squeezing one of the young girl's breasts. Because I have a taste for exotic flesh and today, I want yours.

Their eyes locked together for a few seconds, the girl saw in his the look of a predator about to seize his prey. She attempted to back away from him but instead lost her footing and again slipped beneath the surface, her breast slipping from his grasp. She struggled again in the now warming water and looked frantically around the room. The young man had again seated himself and was conversing with whom appeared to be the captain of the guard. Two men busied themselves by bringing more fuel to the fire. Others just stood by watching, some smiling, and some with the look of obvious dread on their faces. The girl looked frantically from face to face and then back at the young man seated in front of her. She screamed again in desperation, her mind unable to make sense of it all.

The water was growing steadily warmer and the girl had to avoid touching the bottom of the pot with her feet due to its now extreme temperature. Smoke rose steadily now all about the rim. She wondered what would become of her mother and sisters with her no longer able to provide for them. It seemed a thousand thoughts were streaming through her mind. She could not concentrate on any one though for more than a few seconds before her mind would again become totally overwhelmed by sheer terror and she would scream hopelessly.

She begged the two men tending the fire to show mercy. Both avoided making eye contact with her and did not respond. The water was now becoming uncomfortably hot and she realized that soon her horrible torture would begin. She allowed herself this time to slip beneath the water in hopes of perhaps drowning herself. Unfortunately, after less than a minute, her natural survival instincts took control of her and forced her head back to the surface where she immediately gulped in air.

She begged one of the men nearby to kill her and pleaded with him to not permit her to die in such a horrible way. The man only turned and walked away. Her scream was cut off short as she once again lost her footing and slipped into the now very hot water.

Surfacing, she screamed at the young man still seated and watching her. She asked how he could just sit and watch her die this way. He smiled at her again and told her that so far she had been putting on a fine performance. He told her that she made a superb piglet and that he would enjoy feasting upon her supple flesh.

Steam now appeared for the first time. The water was extremely hot and breathing was becoming harder. She knew that soon the water would begin cooking her flesh. My god, she was being cooked alive!

The young man moved to the edge of his seat and stared at his young victim as she bobbed around in the now steaming water. Reaching down to his crotch, he began massaging his obviously hardening cock through the fabric of his trousers. Becoming increasingly stimulated by watching the young girl cook, he could not help himself any longer and began unbuttoning his fly.

Upon releasing his cock and balls from their former confines, he vigorously began masturbating his prick until it was erect. Others around him watched and cautiously took liberties by doing likewise.

Soon the girl could see her young torturer, and several others around him, obscenely masturbating as they watched her slowly boil. The girl let go a hysterical scream as her mind reeled with the absurdity of her situation. She realized she was being horribly tortured for the simple pleasure of this man. What he had said to her about devouring her cooked flesh, she decided, just could not be true. Only the devil himself could partake of such a hideous feast.

The heat was now intense as steam began to roll off the surface of the very hot water in increasing volumes. Breathing had to be done in labored pants. The girl began to feel sleepy but the water's now extreme temperatures attacked every cell of her being with growing intensity. It was becoming very painful.

A tingling sensation began in her lower limbs. First, her pretty little feet and then her calves felt the stinging sensation caused by cells being killed off in increasing numbers. The lower part of her once beautiful body, that which was closest to the source of heat, turned a brighter and brighter red. From her pelvis upward, including her beautiful pert breasts, her flesh had taken on a very distinctive pinkish color. She realized the cooking process had begun. She was being cooked alive and she was conscious.

Her long beautiful hair stuck to her face and partially covered her eyes which, together with the steam and smoke, made seeing her tormentor more and more difficult. Where was he she thought to herself? At that exact moment, the young man's face appeared through the haze and she realized that he had gotten up and moved closer in order to watch her die.

She attempted to spit at him but her weak attempt failed. He only laughed and said something about how ridiculous her defiance was. He reached forward and stuck a finger into the hot broth only to withdraw it quickly. The water was now too hot for him to even touch and he marveled at the fact that this young creature before him was somehow still alive and conscious.

The hot water now ate away at the girl's very existence. Her entire lower body was now completely numb-dead. Her head bobbed from side to side as she struggled to hold it up. Repeatedly she would loose her footing and slide beneath the scalding water. Each time it was harder for her to resurface. She realized that the high temperatures were now killing her brain cells as well. The skin of her face began to blister. Her vision now blurred, she concentrated and gazed out beyond the pot for perhaps the last time.

Steam poured from the surface now as the first bubbles appeared. The intense pain she had previously experienced alleviated as more of her body and organs died. The last thing she remembers is seeing her young torturer, high above her, squirt his disgusting sperm onto her head and face as she slipped below the surface for the last time.

The water now reached a rolling boil as the young man stepped down from the chair that had been moved next to the cauldron. He casually stuffed his cock and balls back into his pants and began walking away.

As he reached the door he turned and spoke to one of the servants standing next to the now furiously boiling pot. His instructions were clear and spoken in a very matter of fact tone. He instructed the servant to cut out the young girl's cunt muscle and clit and send it up to his room as usual...