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Sherrie Finds Legal Loopholes
By Eve Adorer
Chapter 5 – Justice Is Served
Even as I had enforcedly girlily wiggle slinked my tortured slow walk into the court I had noted with great care and concern that my two main guardesses were armed with three-foot long platted tapering black leather whips. Now these were uncurled and held ready to beat me should I resist going to my fate, whatever that fate might be.
To walk in my seven-inch heels tipped forward onto my savagely bent big toes, the whole of my delectably feminine 115 pounds pressing unmercifully on my big toes, was absolutely excruciating. But would I resist, dare I resist? No I would not, dare not, and could not. The thought of being beaten with a whip on my totally naked flesh terrified and horrified me.
The ratchet hobble holding my legs in an enforced six-inch step made me place one dainty tiptoed foot perfectly in front of the other so as to release the ratchet and allow my next step. It caused me to swing my bum and slink my legs toe-pointedly in male fantasyised eroticised pain.
I was super-feminised thus as part of my delesbianisation.
This tiptoe hip-swinging slink-stepping, went with my O-ring gagged mouth agape with my pretty pink tongue flicking invitingly, male sexually excitingly, in my concentration on my walking.
The message from my O gagged mouth, the message it spoke without my being able too articulate a single intelligible word, so wide open was my mouth constantly held, was that this girl had all three of her delectable orifices open constantly for male pleasure. It metaphorically shouted to all the erect penises in the world: “deep shaft me”.
I worked my delectably long pretty fingers as I slowly strode my long long leggy legged way to my fate.
My arms were bent up so that my wrists were through the imprisoning cangue around my neck. The cangue held my chin up and gave even more emphasis to the pinkness of the tongue in my O gaped mouth, a bright pink that so contrasted with my light brown skin.
My tongue was constantly flicking and telling thereby without talking, without being able to talk, of the deep pleasure I could give an erect cock forced its full male length chokingly down my helplessly open throat. It screamed my need to be filled with male seed, as did my swaying bum and the soft brown curly down surrounding my deliciously tight-lipped girl-centre.
The TV crews were following my extremely slow wiggle-slink- walking progress out of the courtroom proper. Millions of TVs throughout the land showed my nude body glistening with girl-sweat. From my humiliatingly totally bald-shaven head down to my shapely ankles I shone with girl-dampness from the strain of my bondage and the heat of the TV lights.
I slow-wiggled girlily into the neighbouring room to the courthouse now. This was not the room in which I had been bound in the irons I now wore, but another and far bigger place with a very high ceiling.
Immediately I entered I saw that there was, not far from me now, a long, no, a very long ramp, rising from floor level to a height of what must surely be twenty feet from the ground.
I flicked my head to rid the droplets of sweet girl-sweat bedewing my eyelids, so that I could see more clearly.
Yes, this ramp ran in a rising curve to that twenty feet, and then there was a sheer drop like a cliff face in the middle of this huge and high room at the end of the ramp.
The end of the ramp was akin to a high diving board at a swimming bath, in that it continued out beyond the main ramp, but unlike the main ramp had no steel pillars to support it.
At either side of the “diving board” end of the ramp there were strong wooden uprights, like enormously tall soccer goalposts with a crossbar, but made of wood that was rough and ready as if not long since the tree it had been hewn from.
The “diving board” at the end of the ramp was some six feet wide. These uprights rose more than my height above the end of the ramp, and stood rigidly firm and strong about ten feet apart and six feet forward of and away from the ramp's end.
These strong thick wooden uprights were also buttressed by more tree trunk strong sloping supports, and the bases of the uprights and their supports were set in huge concrete blocks on the ground.
The concrete setting, indeed the whole structure, suggested permanence.
What on earth was this? What in heaven's name were they going to do to me to punish me?
My superbly astute girlmind was whirring as I stepped onto the very beginning of the ramp and began my slow sexy girl wiggle bum rotating long leggy steeple legged slinky mechanical doll like walk up the ramp.
My torturesses still held their whips at the ready. Despite my acknowledged brilliance, I could not even imagine what my fate was to be, all I knew as I supremely bum-swayingly advanced my super erotic way, all my superbly girly 115 pounds on my numb crushed and black bruised big toes, was that I was nearing something, and that that something would undoubtedly be horrible.
It took twenty-five minutes of my big toe crushing agonising wiggle-walking, to girl-wiggle-sway to the top of that ramp.
I now stood at the edge of a huge diving-board-like precipice, twenty feet from the floor below. My lovely pink tongue licked around my dry lips sexually invitingly. My legs, my gorgeous legs, were shaking, not only with the strain of walking tiptoed by the irons and constrained by the six-inch ratchet hobble, but also with my mounting fear.
There was a pause as cameras atop cranes with eager young girls girling them, were moved into precise position to give the millions of TV viewers a close-up view of me and what was to happen to me.
Prosecuting counsel Janine was now alongside me.
Janine was preparing to fit to me a series of white silk ropes.
I was totally horrified.
I could now see that from the top corners where the strong wooden uprights met the crossbar in the “soccer goal posts and crossbar” structure that stood six feet away from where I trembled with overwhelming fear, there ran two individual and separate white silk ropes that Janine now had in her hands, and those ropes ended, each of those ropes ended, both of these white silk ropes ended, in a noose!!
Janine held in her hands, two individual white silk rope nooses.
Even as I studied transfixed swaying on my tiptoes all but about to feint, I watched Janine skilfully and practicedly put the two nooses together.
Each of the two nooses was tied exactly as you see in cowboy films. But at the bottom of each wide-open noose, there was a leather sleeve. Through these sleeves Janine slid a two-pronged forked wooden pin. The wooden pin held the bottoms of the two nooses together. The wooden pin had a metal hoop at its top: a hoop the purpose of which would be seen shortly.
It was part of my torture to witness these final preparations so that my mind could fully absorb what was inescapably to be done to me. And so I watched with the fascination of horror, as Janine fitted two more short white silk ropes to the nooses.
Then she made me ready.
As matter of factly as if it were natural and done every day, completely coldly and unemotionally, Janine slipped each noose, joined and held together by the wooden pin at their bottom ends, individually over, one apiece over, each of my stupendous 38-inch E-cup breasts.
I gasped with horror as I realised that what my mind was trying to deny could possibly be the case, was in fact what it had been decreed by the court must be done to me.
Janine then drew the loose nooses down the full length of my gorgeous breasts until they were around the individual bases of my tits, with the wooden split-pin in my cleavage.
Next she took the two ropes she had also fitted latterly to the nooses, around my back, and fitted them together too with a wooden split-pin so that they formed the equal of, and performed the function of, brassiere straps.
I closed my girl-sweat bedewed eyes as I realised that I was now wearing what could only but only be defined as a noose-bra.
When I opened my horrified eyes once more, two more ropes had been fitted in place. Both these ropes came down from the centre of the crossbar of what must now be called my gallows. These last two ropes were tied to the hoops in the tops of the wooden pins that held the nooses firmly to my chest, the pin in my cleavage and the pin below my shoulder blades at my back.
The split-pin that was holding the nooses together at my front in my cleavage, and its sister at my rear holding the loose nooses close against my chest, were, of course only to supervene against the nooses themselves slipping from my body before they, the nooses, had had time to slip tight down and fully grip my breasts.
Other than that, to the process that was to be performed on me these pins and the ropes like bra straps one pin presently held round my back, were superfluous.
Hence the rings in the tops of these holding pins, and the ropes from the centre of the crossbar that would pull these pins out at the strategic time, to give the nooses the full cruel solemn duty of taking all the victims weight, without let hindrance or mercy for me, the poor victim.
Of course I knew what was going to happen to me.
The judge was by my side now and intoning solemnly: “Sherrie Marie Nathan, you have exactly one minute in which to voluntarily take the step to the painful and entirely deserved punishment that awaits you. If you do not take that step freely, you will be whipped until you choose to do so.”
“No mercy will be shown you. One you have dropped, you will hang unmercifully for twenty-four hours. May your suffering fully and finally delesbianise you, and may you take your punishment like a girl.”
I tried through my O gag to beg for mercy, but all I emitted was what sounded like a deeply sexy guttural moan. The next minute was the longest and shortest of my twenty-five years. I looked at the twenty feet below me and was terrified of the leap I knew I must take……
……And yet, and yet, and yet I took the leap!!
I was not forced. Even before I knew it, I had stepped forward and stepped off that enormous precipice. I could not bear to have them whip me.
My mind was coldly logical. I am a brilliantly super-intelligent girl. This was my fate. This was my punishment. I screamed as I stepped off the edge of the ramp. I stepped off with one foot only as if I had only half made up my mind, but my ankles were hobbled together and one must follow the other as night day.
I leapt because I knew I must go and because my mind had told me it was better done quickly before I became a perfectly petrified, literally petrified, a frozen target for the repeated savage kisses of the brutal whips of my torturesses.
Down and down I dropped sexy gorgeous strong divinely shapely curved and contoured girl-leg-kickingly screaming with my man-seed wanton pink tongue penis-erect from the middle of my forced O mouth as I screeched in my horror and total terror.
Down and down I fell in seconds that were hours and days to the speeded up state of my girlmind.
Down and down I plunged knowing that my fall would be broken, how my fall would be broken, and in abject total but total horror of what this would do to me, fearing, yes terrified, that it would rip my wonderful breasts from my body.
From the TV camera standpoint it was all over so quickly.
The ropes had been precisely measured. I plunged until reaching very near the ultimate end of the two nooses that lighteningly whipped themselves shut hard tight squeezingly tight brutally tight all but severingly tight around the bases of my breasts.
A split-second after they had done so, I reached the depth in my fall where the ropes holding the wooden spilt-pins in my cleavage and at my back pulled those pins out, and I fell still further, suspended now only by my poor breasts inividually noosed.
My tits were pulled up brutally hard and pulled out sideways savagely hard by my tit nooses, tied as my nooses were to the ten feet apart corners of my gallows.
And then I bounced. I reached the end of my fall. I reached the end of my two tit nooses.
The speed of my descent was taken to zero in a split second. The nooses had crush-squeezed down to near nothing the bases of my wonderful soft Negress brown girl-skinned orgasmically beautiful breasts. And now there were only two parts of my delectable female anatomy that could halt my plunge.
I screamed as my tits were pulled viciously violently hard as they took the full 115 pounds of my feminine beauty and were stretched unbearably until my body bounced up; and then down; and then up; and then down at the end of the nooses; each time a little less high, but each time testing my full 115 pounds against the elasticity of my agonisingly tortured tits as I also swung back and forth and side to side hanging hung helplessly by my cruelly unmercifully tortured titties.
I finally hung hanged.
I was finally fully hanging only and entirely by my breasts.
I was swinging helplessly screeching in my pain, pink tongue shooting out of O-gagged mouth. I was hanging by my tits. I was hanging fully and finally and only by my poor brutalised beautiful breasts. I was hanging by tits around the bases of which the nooses had pulled so unrelentingly tight that I was all but threatened with my gorgeous globes being severed from me.
My lovely feet were three-feet from the ground. The whole weight of my wonderful woman's body was pulling on my tits. My tits were squeezed down so hard they were like enormous obscene light globes light bulbs. I was horrified to see that they had turned from brown-pink, to puce, to blue, and then to a purple-blue-black as my nooses strangled them.
I was hanging by my breasts. My tits were pulled up so high I could see my nipples and my nipples stood rock hard and pointedly erect a bluer purpler black than my breasts themselves.
I was hanging with all my weight suspended from my titties, my titties pulled up hard and high and hard and wide by my nooses as I still swung at the end of my nooses helplessly hopelessly tit-hung.
I fought to free my wrists from my cangue to try and save my breasts. It was useless: I was helpless. All I succeeded in doing was to torture my titties the more as I swung and swayed and twisted, hanged by the nooses stretching my breasts hard up and hard out clear of my body.
In my pain and distress I did not even notice that the palms of my lovely hands were bleeding from where I had made fists and dug in my fingernails in the extreme distress of my drop to the end of my nooses.
My titties were stretched and pulled horrendously. Massive purple-black from their extreme strangulation they were pulled hard up and hard out with a 60 degree angle between them as they stuck up and out from my chest and my body arched back from them.
All my body weight was hanging from my poor strangled titties and even as I hung, I feared that my nooses were getting tighter still.
The absolute horror of the fear that my breasts would be severed from me, drove my mind to near madness as did the truly terrible pain.
In my extreme supreme girl-suffering, I uttered indecipherable cries for mercy and release from my O-gagged mouth. My sexy bright pink tongue was constantly flicking invitingly promising of the sexual pleasure it could yield, then and there, a throat-filling rigidly stiff penis.
If anything, within but a short time of the horrendous drop from the ramp, my breasts had swollen even more from the already immense size they had instantly become from my initial hanging.
I tried so hard not to move so as not to increase my already unbearable torture. But I had to breath and even my breathing moved my body, free hanging as it was, and even this little movement increased my pain.
My lovely dark-brown eyes opened and closed. What were mere seconds to the on-looking witnesses of my just punishment were minutes to me and minutes agonising hours. I opened my eyes again only to see my nipples had peaked at a stupendous half-inch each in the middle of my now dark purple-black aureole.
My eyes closed and opened blinking the girl-sweat from my eyelids, and I looked at the assembled witnesses of my punishment.
Those that had been at the top of the ramp were now at floor level looking up at my tit hanged body arching achingly back from my pulled up and out titties. I lifted my head. My eyes looked out seeming not to see. But I did see. As I hung helpless with all my 115 delectable and exquisitely delightful girl-pounds suspended from my beautiful strangled breasts, I looked around with my pretty pain reflecting stunned brown eyes and I saw.
What I saw and focused on was the delightful face of the lovely Hannah. Her face was so pretty as she smiled up at me.
She smiled in part from relief that it was I who hung there by my strangled breasts suffering the punishment that she would have suffered but for legal loopholes. And I knew she smiled because she was sexually aroused to see my beautiful body totally naked being tortured so delectably and unrelentingly unmercifully.
And as I drank in the delightful Hannah's pleasure at seeing me tortured, my own pleasure came suddenly upon me. The pain, the humiliation, the total and quite literal fall from grace I had endured and was enduring, and my mind reminding me I must suffer for twenty-four hours, began to arouse me sexually.
I was becoming sexually aroused by my agony and my total helplessness and by the sadistic pleasure I was giving this lovely girl, the truly beautiful Hannah. My already distended nipples peaked and throbbed and hardened even more. My girl-purse shot full of my girl-juice, and it oozed abundantly from my girl-lips. And my delicious pink tongue flicked around and in and out of my O-gagged mouth as I stared wantingly at Hannah.
And in my total agony why did I swing myself in my bonds to increase the pain; why were my helpless groans turning to deep animal moans; why was my clitoris wonderfully more rigid in my cunt than it had ever been before, and why was my clitoris throbbing and pleasure painfully pulsating; and why were my inner thighs glistening with my girl-juice, and why was my tongue, pink and sexy and sexual and demanding, licking my mouth lips and flicking to and fro showing my mind thoughts were wanton of the biggest cock in the world to be thrust unmercifully down my helpless throat so that it would choke me as it was its right to choke me, a mere girl, until it used me and throbbed and pulsed like my clitoris, until it streamed its male oyster into my body, the male oyster I needed deep down my throat, unmercifully hard up my arse, and savagely rapingly in my cunt, the man seed I would if allowed the honour savour and roll over and over on my tongue to taste its salt before I finally swallowed it delightedly into my delectable body………
…………and away from the obsessive thoughts of my girl-blown mind, before the whole world watching me hanging by my poor tortured tits, and before my torturesses my judge and the prosecuting counsel, and before Hannah that I was taking this brutal punishment in the stead of, I helplessly wholly femininely and femalely orgasmed, screaming in girl-pleasure.
I girl-orgasmed, girl-abandonedly, girl-uncontrollably, totally girl-wantonly, I girl-orgasmed and girl-screamed and girl-screeched and girl-orgasmed, dancing like a girl-dervish at the end of my tit-nooses hanged brutally savagely by my breasts mouthing with my gorgeous pink tongue flicking its tender tip in my O-gaped mouth as I stared longingly at the exquisite Hannah from my tit hung height, the inaudible words that burned my brain and tore my heart as I hung by my excruciatingly strangled breasts, my unmercifully tortured body only at the beginning of its twenty-four hours of being hung by its titties, I mouthed my desire and my longing for Hannah.
As my O-gagged lips moved the little they could, and my sexily sexual moist pink tongue flickered to make my indecipherable words, only Hannah understood, only Hannah could hear what I was saying to her and her alone, her, Hannah: the most wonderful and beautiful creation in all the universe for me as I suffered for her, there and then hanging by my beautiful breasts that day, Hannah, deep blushing Hannah, the words, my words, her words from me, my gift to her, the only-and-the-all-gift I could give her, stark naked and breast-hung for her as I was, the words, the repeated words:
“I love you!”. “I love you!” ……………
Prosecuting counsel Janine then turned to Hannah: “What is she saying?”
“Oh” said Hannah, with a sly half glance up at me, “She's saying, ‘whip me'!”
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