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Speaker 2: The breast ripper, a cawlite device used to mutilate the
breast of women accused of adultery, hearsay are other crimes.
Margaret finds herself currently in the chamber for the crime
of evoking thoughts of lust and desire by walking around
the commune and simply being herself. Several married men were
drinking at the local tavern when Margaret passed by after
buying a loaf of bread to take home to her family.
Her loose fitting clothes, often caught in the wind, would
reveal parts of her body accidentally. On this particular early evening,
the wind blew her bouse open, and it was enough
to expose the top part of her breast a chante.
One of the men drinking at the bar noticed this
and quickly ran out, offering to walk her home with
the intentions of sexually as saulten her in the woods
once they were allowed. Margaret had this fear, so she
declined his offer. Ashanti, troubled by his own impeared thoughts,
prompted by Margaret's slight exposure, decided to confess to the
father and seek his forgiveness and guidance. He also requested
help in preventing other townsmen from experiencing similar thoughts in
the future. The father, deeply disturbed by the situation, decided
to observe Margaret's daily activities. He then determined that she
neglected to properly cover herself. He felt it was his
duty to send a message to the village that loose
clothing susceptible to revealing forbidden body parts would not ever
be tolerated. After reaching his decision, he consulted Agnes, who
was appalled by Margaret's behavior. Agnes concluded that the only
way to prevent a reoccurrence was to remove Margaret's breast.
If she survived the punishment, it would serve as a
warning to the commune about the importance of modesty. If
she died, it would be seen as God's will. To
prevent any further indiscretions caused by her, Agnes secured the
breast ripper, a tortuous device of sharp, pointed metal pieces
designed to clamp and slightly pierce the skin without fully
penetrating it. The apparatus was anchored by heavy chains connected
to a wooden crank and tended to slowly tear away flash.
The punishment was not meant to result in death, but
to caused disfigurement. The deterrent effect was heightened if townspeople
saw the once admired woman reduced to a shadow of
her former self. For Agnes and the father, the punishment
was deemed more severe than death. It not only disfigured,
but also diminished the woman's ability to nourish future children.
Survival depended on the individual's ability to clop their wounds
and prevent lethal blood loss. Before commencing with the punishment,
Agnes took the opportunity to beerate. Margaret, you provocatively walked
around tempting men who aren't yours, undermining the sanctity of marriage.
You took a husband from a decent woman who deserved love, respect,
and honor. Agnes declared, you don't deserve this beauty. You're
a disgrace. Even eye am captivated by your beauty and
it has to be torn away to eliminate its power.
Tit was abruptly interrupted by the father, who commanded enough,
perceive what the punishment and save your words. Judge Agnes,
in losing her composure, revealed her identity as a woman.
This was a fact a father wished to remain concealed.
The Judge's identity was hidden under black clothing and a mask,
ensuring the townspeople believed that she was a man. Regaining
her composure and completed the attachment of the breast ripper
to Margaret and approached to crank to commence the cruel process.
Margaret's screams echoed through the chambers as the breast ripper
tore into her flash. The sharp pointed metal pieces clapped
down on a creamy, silky breast, piercing the skin and
anchoring themselves deep within her flash. Agnes, in her obscure mask,
watched with a smile as she slowly turned the wooden crank,
the heavy chains connected to the breast ripper pulling apart
Margaret's breast as he began to stretch and tear, the
skin and the tissue slowly ripping away from her body.
The father watched with approval, his face a mask of
righteous determination. He knew the punishment was necessary as awarding
to the others of consequences of sin that was brought
on by temptation. Again, Agnes fought off temptation of her own.
She wanted to write then and there as she was
cranking the wooden crank touch her pussy. She wanted to
put her fingers inside it, but prevented. That was her
fear for how the father would react, so she resisted
and continued to watch as she turned a wheel. As
the breast ripper tore away, the lash shreds of flash,
Margaret's screens reached a fever pitch. The device fell away,
leaving a bloody, gaping wound where her breast once had been.
She immediately collapsed to the ground, her body racked with
pain and shock. Her once beautiful chest was now a ruine.
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Speaker 2: Margaret had survived to punishment. Several soldiers arrived to take
her to the recovery room, where a doctor bandits her
chest with enough material to soak up the steady flow
of blood from her wounds. She will remain at the
establishment for a few days before being released back into
the public. Exposing the extent of her punishment. Margaret bore
a knowledge that could unsettle the very foundation of the
patriarchal society. Judge believed to be an emissary of devine retribution, was,
in truth a woman. This revelation rippled beneath the surface
of her consciousness, a taboo against the deeply entreensed convictions
that a woman's place did not extend to power or authority.
To expose this truth would be a challenge to both
the father and the judge, and risk and upheaval that
Pleasant Rock had never dared to face. Yet, Margaret, burdened
not only by her mutilation but by the implications of
her secret, wrestled with those choices and silence. For now,
her will was focused solely on survival. Agnes was a contradiction.
Early life prompted her belief she was doing good. The
fears of the community drove her to push forward, would
control through punishment. In the shadows of a world still
reeling from the ravages of the Black Death, the community
of pleasant Rock clung to its conservative values with a fierce,
almost desperate grip. The elder spoke of a time when
sin and vice had brought divine retribution upon the land,
leaving devastation and death in its wake. It was a
lesson the commune had taken to heart, a collective fear
that had shaped its laws and customs for generations. The
religious beliefs of pleasant Rock were deeply rooted in a
strict interpretation of Christianity, one that emphasized the dangers of
temptation and the importance of maintaining moral purity. It was
that had led to the Commune's band on premarital sex
and its harsh punishments for those who transgressed. For Agnes,
these beliefs were more than just away life. They were
a calling. Raised in the devout family, she had been
taught from a young age that it was her duty
to uphold the Commune's values. Her duty included the task
of rooting out sin and corruption wherever it might hide.
It was erose. She embraced with a fervor born of
both faith and fear, a desperate need to prove herself
worthy in the eyes of God and her community. Here
was the contradiction. Though she was deeply intrigued by sin.
She lay in her bed after the punishment of Margaret
and started touching her own breast. The remains of Margaret's
bloody breasts were currently in her possession on a bedstand.
Agnes pinched at her nipples as she enjoyed the sensation
of pleasure this broad she imagined a man, any man,
with his strong hands pinching her soft, gentle nipples. The
thought of this increased her desires although she knew she shouldn't,
she again wanted to touch herself. If she did so,
this would make her no different than the men and
women that she punished and tortured and sometimes even killed.
None of that mattered at the moment. She had been
overtaken by the pursuit of pleasure, and the only thing
that could bring that was the feeling of her fingers
touching the lips of her vagina. As she continued to
pinch her nipples and touched herself down there, she was
overcome with the realization in her mind at least, that
her breasts were nowhere near as beautiful as Margaret's were. Actually,
she continued to touch herself and keep a steady glance at
the remains of Margaret's bloody breast. For reasons she did
not understand. Looking at the beauty of those breast while
touching herself was driving her mad. She closed her eyes
and an attempt to snap back into reality and lose
the urge for sexual gratification, she took her mind and
her vision away from those breast. After a few moments,
she reopened her eyes again, and the instantly became focused
on the bloody remains of Margaret's breast. With one hand,
she grabbed one of them, and with the other handslipped
three of her fingers into her vagina as she began
fucking herself hard. She then took the brass that was
in her hand and began sucking on the bloody nipball,
taking in all the sweetness of the flesh and the
bitterness of another person's blood. She then grabbed the other
breass and repeated the process. As her vagina erupted in orgasm,
her mind exploded with a new thought of perversion. From
this stay forward, if any punishment or torture resulted in
the removal of a sexual body, organ, or part, she
would keep them for herself for future further usage. When
Agnes stepped out to engage with the community, no one
realized she was to judge. To maintain her cover, the
father provided her with the home on the edge of
the commune. It was near the bridge that served as
their port. She saved there for two reasons. The first
was to limit interactions and prevent revealing her identity with
the other townspeople. The second was to monitor the bridge,
alerting the father if anyone attempted to sneak in or
out without permission. Due to this isolation, Agnes seldom interacted
with the townspeople. However, one person had caught her attention.
When she gathered enough courage, she would speak to him.
His name was Philip. He was a fisherman who traded
his catch for various goods and services. Philip was a
man of God. He had no surviving family, as soldiers
from rival towns had killed most of them. A priest
who had taught him survival skills and instilled a strong
faith in God raised him. Despite his survival instincts and success,
Philip adhered to a robin hood like philosophy, always helping
those in need. Other commune citizens had heard of the
atrocities at the headquarters and harbored a distrust for the Father.
Although Philip wanted to challenge the establishment, he knew it
was feudal. As fear gripped community, he deterred action against
the headquarters or any of its affiliates. Instead, he preferred
to aid the townsfolk by sharing his fish or using
his skill for survival projects. The father deeply admired the
priest who raised Philip, so despite knowing Philip could be
he decided to leave him alone, honoring an unspoken oath
to his former friend, the priest, the Man of God.
Agnes often peeked out her window, admiring Philip from afar,
Lacking the confidence to approach him, They mostly exchanged words
in passing and briefly. Only recently that she began to
consider him as more than just another townsperson. She noticed
changes within herself, including frequent thoughts about sex and fantasies
about normal life. Often she envied the other townsfolk, who
led simple lives, free from the pressure of protecting others
or fulfilling God's will. The burden of her mission sometimes
overwhelmed her. Prompt and frequent reassured seerances from the Father,
he would remind her that, despite her feelings of guilt
and uncertainty, she was chosen for this row. Additionally, she
was driven by other motivations. Agnes pafter her current role,
had been marked by hardship and trauma. Born to a
devote but impoverished family, she had grown up witnessing the
harsh realities of life and pleasant rock. Her father was
a deep, strict disciplinarian who instilled in her fear of
sin and a belief in the necessity of punishment to
maintain order and control. But it was the loss of
her older sister that truly shaped Agnes's destiny. Her sister
had been brutally attacked and killed by a stranger passing
through the commune, a man who had never been brought
to justice. Agnes had been consumed by grief and rage,
vowing to never let such a thing happen again. In
the years that followed, Agnes had thrown herself into faith,
seeking soulless and purpose in the teachings of the church.
Under the guidance of Benedet, she had found a new
calling as the commune's enforcer, melted out punishment to those
who transgressed. It was a role that allowed her to
channel her anger and pain into a righteous cause, to
feel a sense of control in the world that has
stripped her of so much. This is what would keep
her saying. But even as she carried out her duties
with ruthless efficiency, Agnes was haunted by the memories of
her past. She saw her sister's face in every victim,
heard her father's voice in every crack of the web.
And though she told herself she was serving a higher
pert best. There were times when she wondered if she
was truly on the path of righteousness, or if she
was becoming the very thing she sought to destroy.
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Speaker 2: The Saul victims were hung upside down. Their bodies were
sold in half, starting at the groi. Gravity caused blood
to rush to the brain, prolonging consciousness. A year ago,
a twelve year old child went missing from the commune.
Three days later, the child's body was found underneath the
port bridge near agnes Is home did the assailant was
never identified. Rumors circulated about a man living around one
hundred miles away in a notoriously disorderly commune. Prettiest evening,
a trader arrived to speak with the father. He brought
with him a bound and gagged man. The trader claimed
that this man was responsible for that child's murder and
debatted multiple crates of spices in exchange for this dastinitly prisoner.
The father, understanding the importance of justice for one of
her innocent children, quickly agreed to the price. After the transaction,
the prisoner was handed over. Early the next morning, Agnes
arrived at the headquarters, and the father informed her of
the news that she had been seeking for over a year.
He gave Agnes to authority to decide to man's punishment
without delay. She ordered the saul to be prepared for
early afternoon. Immediately following the punishment, Agnes ensured that the
man's body would be divided into four parts lower torso,
upper torso, head, and his penis. If it all be
displayed early enough for the commune to witness, the justice
serve soldiers would then gather the remains and throw them
into a fire as the citizens watched the monster burn,
peace by peace. There was no actual proof that this
man was a murderer. In fact, he kept screaming out
his innocence. He swore he was just a wandering trader
who had infuriated the leaders of the town he came from,
and they swore to banish him. He argued that the
man that brought him in was simply looking out for
his own self interests, and that he could never personally
murder anyone, much less a child. For Agnes, whether his
claims of innocence were valid was a relevant The situation
reminded her of her sister murder, and this allowed her
to finally associate a face with both the murder of
the twelve year old and her sister many years ago.
For this execution, this punishment, she wore no mask. There
was no need to hide her identity. The man would
be dead in minutes. Directly upon encountering him, she spat
in his face and slapped him repeatedly. You disgusting pig
of a monster, and the scored of the man who
could continue to proclaim his innocence. You put your hands
on a child how do you feel now that a
woman is in your presence, and that a woman is
going to send you on a one way trip to hell.
You are going to be the devil's stepping stool, you know, good,
piece of crap. Monster. You will die and it will
be painful. Agnes's mind was a battleground of opposing forces.
Her unwavering commitment to justice clashed with the memories of
her sister's gentle laughter, echoing the innocence she aimed to
protect but had long since lost for herself. Each new
punishment she enacted left a mark on her soul. She
carried the weight of those she judged, their faces flickering
in her dreams, questioning her authority, her righteousness. Was she
truly serving justice? Or was she succumbing to a darker
part of herself that found comfort and control. There were
nights she imagined laying down her row, disappearing into the
anonymous life she dreamt about, unburdened by the extremes of judgment.
But those were just simply dreams. They would disappear with
the dawn as reality of her choices tighten its grip,
forcing her to don the armor of duty once again.
Under the father's approving gaze, Agnes wielded a sword and
ran it along the body of the accused, who was
hanging upside down completely nude. She positioned herself so that
her crotch was over his face, while letting the pointed
tip of the sword graze his balls and cock. Despite
him hanging upside down and in fear knowing that death
was near, his cock became erect. Adnes backed away so
that the tip of his cock would not make any
contact with her body. She then began to taunt him.
You're excited, aren't you. Look how hard you cock got.
Even though I'm about to kill you. You're still thinking
with your cock. You still want to use it, don't you.
You are a sick fuck, a sick pig, a sick
fucking piece of shit bastard. You want to stick your
cock and me, don't you, she said, as she continued
to keep her crotch perpendicular to his face. The man
did not respond to her, but continued to plead for
his life, insisting on his innocence. His refusal to admit
being attracted to Agnes, combined with her anger for her
linking him to her pass drove her to madness. The father,
who moments earlier had approved, now appeared concerned and troubled
by her behavior, mandered her to proceed with the execution.
She glanced toward him and smiled. Agnes then closed their
eyes took a deep breath. She looked a man in
the eye, smiling at him wildly, and then without warning,
swung the sword towards his crotch, chopping off his erect
penis as the man screamed in uncontrollable pale. Appalled by
Agnes's display of rage, the father briefly turned away. While
this wasn't the worst execution they had carried out together,
her recent uncontrolled emotions were causing the father great concern.
She watched the man wither in pain, screaming out while
bleeding profoistly. She then began to deeply take the saw
into his body. Agnes smiled with delight, watching the man
shaking in anticipation of the pain to come. The saul
lay heavy in her hands, its jagged teeth glinted menacely
in the dim light. With the deep breath, she set
the large blade against his lower torso, Feeling the resistance
of flesh against meadow, she began to saw, each movement
methodically and precisely. As the man's screams filled the air,
blood flowed freely, pulling on to the ground beneath him.
Agnes paused, letting the weight of his suffering hang between them.
The father stood nearby, his face a mass of grimness
as his eyes pleaded with her to end it quickly
and show mercy. But Agnes was in no rush. This
was her doma her duty. She would not be swayed
by mercy or weakness. She closed her eyes again and
breathed in deep once more as she moved the saw
to his neck, positioning it carefully before beginning again. The
man's screens reached a fever pitch as the blade bit deep,
severing his head from his body with a sickening crunch.
Adnes stepped back. Her breath was coming hard and fast.
The father looked away, unable to watch as the man's
body was reduced to a collection of parts, his life's
blood training away onto the ground. His body was then
taken to the town square, where it was displayed until
the pieces were drawn into the fire by the soldiers.
Adnes watched as a citizen, and then peacefully made her
way to her exterior home by the bridge. The father,
after overseeing the ceremony, returned to the headquarters. He felt
a sudden unease about the burden he was carrying. Conflict
brewed in his mind, gradually festering towards dangerous uncertainty.
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Speaker 2: To the commune, the father was seen as a devout
religious figure, although in reality he was not a man
of the cloth. Raised under the watchful eye of strict
parents who donated more than half of their belongings to
the church. His family played a pivotal role in discovering
the spices that had transformed pleasant Rock from a dying
town into a prosperous one. His father in vision making
the town the strongest and most viable in the region,
aspiring for it to become a leader during medieval times.
The father was pressured by his father to become a
high priest and rule the town through the church's ways.
He was educated in religion by the same priest who
would later become his and Philip the Fisherman's mentor. His
career in the church seemed promising, aligning perfectly for him
to ascend as a supreme leader. However, the father had
a significant flaw. He had a weakness for women, which
was against the lands and churches teachings. He fell in
love with a woman named Mary Bell and their affair
resulted in a child. This indiscretion would lead to his
banishment from the commune if discovered. Hoping to hide his transgressions,
followed Lord Mary Belle to the bridge and killed her.
Upon discovering this truth, the father, in a fit of rage,
killed his parents. With his world chattered, he lost everything
that evening, including his sense of direction. Despite this downfall,
he continued to contribute half of his possessions and earnings
to the church and worked on developing the town as
it was his remaining purpose. The father confessed his sins
to the priest and vowed to take control upon the
priest's death and follow in the ways of the church.
Following the priest's passing, he deceived the commune into believing
his legitimacy as a man of the cloth to prevent
others from being consumed by lust and temptation. He saw
this as a central for transforming pleasant Rock from the small, resourced,
rich town into a conquering nation, a legacy he dedicated
to Marabell's memory. However, after that tragic day, his mind
slowly descended into madness. He discovered his current conflict during
the most recent execution. The father watched as Agnes wielded
the saw with a ferocity that bordered on madness. Her
eyes were wild with evil, her movements frenzied, as if
the act of punishment had become a release for something
darker within her. The father felt a twinge of fear,
a sense of unease that he couldn't shape. Agnes had
always been his instrument of justice, the enforcer of his will,
But now, as he watched her work, he wondered if
he had created a monster. The memories of his own
past sins rose unbidden in his mind, the blood on
his hands, the weight of his parents' bodies as he
dragged them to their graves. He had done what was
necessary to protect his secrets, to maintain his power, but
the costs had been high, and the guilt still lingered.
He had hoped to build Pleasant Rock into a beacon
of righteousness, a conquering nation that would spread the word
of God to all corners of the earth. But as
he watched Agnes's brutality, he realized this stream might never
come to pass. The town was too small, too mirrored
in its own darkness, to ever rise above its humble beginnings.
And yet he knew he could not let Agnes go.
She was his tool, his weapon, his last hope, the
only one capable of carrying out the punishments that kept
his town in line, and still with a chance to
prosper into domination. Without her, he would be powerless, his
authority nothing more than a hollow shelldrop back to earlier
in the evening, the screams of the condemned man as
they filled the chamber with horror. The father closed his eyes,
trying to block out the memory of those sounds. He
knew he would have to rain Agnes in eventually to
find a way to temper her brutality without losing her completely,
but for now he could only watch and pray, hoping
that the cost of his ambition would not be too
high to bear. As Agnes made her way back home,
the physicality of sewing a man's body into four different
pieces had taken a toll on her. She had not
been drinking or eating rite in recent days, and it
was unusually hot this early evening. As she sweated profusely
on her way home, a feeling she had never felt
before overcame her as she became faint without warning. She
dropped to the ground and saw her life flash before
her eyes. When they began to reopen after being unconscious
for several minutes, she couldn't figure out if she was
alive or dead until she felt a very human hand
of a man applying this wet shirt to her forehead.
Her eyes opened wider, and that's when she caught a
glimpse of his bare chest and felt a tingle run
up and down her body. She put her hand up
to touch his body as she then felt her vagina tingle.
She then grabbed Philip's head and pushed it towards her
as they began to instinctively kiss. He had never been
as close to a woman, and even though he knew
it was forbidden to touch someone from the opposite sacks
that he was not married to, he continued to allow
to kissing. Annie's vagina became moist and tingly as she
could visibly see phillips cock grow hard. She closed her
eyes and was ready to let herself done.
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