ROLLERCOASTER
Suleiman grabbed my right bicep and shoved me into the end of the dead end street. The clatter of my stilettos on the cobble stones echoed off the walls of the narrow street, which slowly rose into the distance. The walls were so high, the lane was so narrow, that the street was shadowy except for a narrow beam of sunlight smeared along halfway down the walls on the right side of the street.
I stood there naked except for my shoes, the cold metal hand cuffs pressing the back of my hands to the back of my ass and the small silver bells dangling from the clamps the beasts attached to my nipples.
There's no one in the street. My body, mind and soul felt like a beach after being pounded by a storm. My world has turned upside down, my earth has broken its orbit around the sun and is now hurtling through deep space. I'm under the control of the mafia? this town? the police?
I heard the posse step out onto the street and slammed the door shut.
It's just the five of us now.
I had no tan lines because I never sunbathed. No nude or topless beaches for me. No way.
The street was quiet except for the tinkering of my bells rung by the heaving of my tits.
The street was hot and stuffy. Drops of sweat fell off my forehead and my melons. Drops off the hit team's cum dripped out my tenderized cunt. And my ass too. I was exhausted. Stretched to the outer limits.
I didn't if know if I was coming or going. Each tremor, each shock wave was overcome by another in rapid succession. I was a rabbit being hunted by a pack of rabid self-righteous werewolves.
From the door of the house to my left came the clangor of a large bolt sliding then stopping with a thunk, then another sliding bolt and then one more. A lock was loudly opened. The door slowly creaked open.
A burning sensation stung my face and chest in a spiral pattern. I flinched.
A young man and woman, in a black Sunday's best suit and dress respectively, looked at me passively. I stared at them my flesh crawling with shame and desperation. I silently mouthed the words "Help me" to them.
Their eyes lowered to my bush and then they smirked!
It was a punch to the gut.
"Start walking cumdump!" barked Don Khaldun rabidly.
I nearly jumped out of high heeled red shoes and swerved unsteadily on my feet. The Incorruptible took me by the shoulders and steadied me.
He ordered me to start walking.
Every clattering step I took made my ass wiggle and my tintinnabulating tits jiggle.
After six steps forward two houses ahead to my right, a door opened and I had to walk pass a murmuring middle aged couple dressed like the villagers who smirked at me. Their eyes said it all. I cringed.
I abruptly came to a halt when two houses ahead both doors on either side of the street swung open and sun-burned stocky peasants wearing black caps or scarves peered from their door ways at my tinkling tits.
"No one told you could stop walking bimbo," snapped Don Volpone.
With a shuddering gasp, the handcuffs forcing my shoulders back and my ringing melons to jut out, I started walking slowly trying to look straight ahead.
More and more doors opened ahead of me down the street I was slowly climbing. More villagers came out on the street, some silent, others murmuring, oblivious to my cringing, my trembling shoulders, my gasping. Some seemed to be pleased by my growing panic. I had walk naked pass villagers after villager, paraded by my defilers, by a mafia jackal who had set me up, by a corrupt cop with a horse's cock, by a vengeful Arab who had fucked my fat ass.
I was mortified.
Whenever we came to a fork in the way the Incorruptible would direct traffic: "Go left slut" or "Go right bitch". And there would be more villagers I'd have to clatter past. More smouldering eyes prying into all my secrets. Smirking. Deriding. Laughing. Shaming
And then I walked into the light.
Squinting I found myself in the village square. To my right at one end of the square was a run down church. To my left a short distance away was a big crowd!
"No one gave you permission to stop walking, moved towards the jury cumdump!"
Burning with humiliation under the blazing sun in the clear blue sky I hobbled across the grimy cobble stones of the square towards the murmuring mob, my jiggling bells heralding my arrival.
When I reached the edge of assembly the Mayor yelled something in a language I didn't understand and it parted like the Red Sea.
"Keep walking!"
With each jiggling ringing bouncing and bobbing step passing through the gauntlet more of the mob laughed...at me! Catcalling. Mocking. Berating.
I was abased.
Coming into view was a wooden platform. When I emerged from the crowd I saw the wooden platform twenty feet long, ten feet wide and ten feet high. There was eight feet high posts at each end connected by a cross beam on top.
The bastards pushed me up the six stairs behind the platform. The aroma of the fresh timber smelt good.
Don Volpone and the Incorruptible presented me to what must be nearly every adult in the village! They fully exposed my naked body to a mob of leering in-bred monkeys under the burning high noon of Sicily. When I tried to turn my back to the mob in embarrassment the Don and the Incorruptible laughing straightened me out. The eyes of men and women dressed all in black--including their caps and scarves--were all over me; the mob was hooting, hollering, humiliating, hectoring.
A tall thin figure stepped forward from behind me. It was wearing a long black robe like a monk's, with a pointy red hood that covered its head except for two eye holes.
It pointed at me and a man's deep voice exclaimed: "Behold the whore!"
The Hydra-headed mob bayed for blood, shouting to the echo. Where did those words come from?
"What say you good people?!" shouted the executioner.
Almost as one the villagers raised their right arms and gave me the thumb's up. Then all as one, roaring contemptuously, they gave me the thumb's down. It was only then did I see in the front row standing next to the Mayor and Don Khaldun, Donna Volpone wearing a red dress--and Franky in an Armani suit! And both of them were giving me the thumb's down, grinning maniacally!
Franky you SOB snitch! I was drenched in sweat, my heavy panting making the bells clamped to my nipples ring like an electric chair turned on.
The orgiastic onlookers berated by body. The serpents gave my tits, my belly, my thighs, my bush, my totally fucked pussy a severe tongue-lashing.
"COW!"
"BITCH!"
"SOW!"
"DUMB CUNT!"
