Note: a bonus older story re-edited.
There was no greater shame than to be ravaged by one’s own brother-in-law. Zilpha was humiliated by the experience, having derived disgraceful pleasure from his thrusts. Now she was being led away by two of the king’s men to someplace she knew not where.
Her fears increased as she was taken ever downward. Only the flickering of torches along the wall granted enough illumination to see where she was being led. She suspected she was being taken to the dungeon, and it terrified her.
When she rounded the corner she gasped in alarm. There stood her half-sister Dorothy in her plain peasant’s garment, a look of great fear upon her face. Two more of the king’s men stood on either side of her. Off to one side their brother-in-law stood in his formal robes.
“Why are we here, my Lord?” she asked, her fear increasing. When he motioned with his eyes she turned to look behind her.
There along the back wall stood two ominous looking upright metal sarcophagi. “You both are accused of adultery,” her brother-in-law intoned solemnly. “It is the judgment of the council that you both should face death.”
“There was no council!” her sister Dorothy spat at him. “You took me and ravaged me!” That’s when Zilpha knew why they were both there. Her brother-in-law had penetrated both of them and was now getting rid of the evidence.
“You will pay for this in the next life,” Zilpha told him quietly.
“Perhaps,” he replied, sounding totally unconvinced. “But you wenches will pay for it now.”
He motioned toward the two upright sarcophagi. Then he instructed the king’s men, “Place each one in a separate Iron Maiden.”
Zilpha felt a horrific shudder of arousal surge through her, even as her half-sister let out a cry of despair. The men instantly pulled them both back toward the upright sarcophagi. “Strip them first!” the brother-in-law demanded. “The wenches will die as they have lived!”
“No, my Lord!” Zilpha gasped in horror. “Leave us with our dignity intact!” But it was not to be.
Their garments were ripped off their bodies. Both were left naked and trembling. Zilpha was shamed over the way her fear had caused her nipples to harden with arousal at her impending demise.
Both doors were opened. Light from the torches revealed the contents. Both chambers were empty save for the many sharp metal spikes embedded around the interior of the frames.
Dorothy let out a howl of terror as Zilpha gasped in horror. “Don’t do this, my Lord!” she tried one last time. “Our sister will find out what you have done to us!”
“She will never know,” he said with an evil smirk. “This way I will enjoy your screams.” Then he looked lustfully upon their glistening, naked bodies. “Now your harlot breasts will be punctured for your sins.”
“They are YOUR sins, my Lord!” Zilpha responded. Then she was roughly taken to the opening and pushed inside.
“Close them in!” she heard him order.
She felt the sharp spikes into her back, causing her to attempt to resist being pushed all the way in. The king’s men dutifully started to close her up inside. Next to her she could hear the anguished cries of her half-sister as they imprisoned her as well.
Her heart leaped into her chest with fright, even as her womanhood moistened shamefully. She had determined she would not beg for her life. But that all changed the moment she felt the door closing.
Zilpha felt the many spikes start to push against her quivering, naked flesh. She opened her mouth and began to scream and beg. The muffled cries of her sister added to her own.
The king’s men put their weight against the door, working to seal her inside. She felt the spikes penetrate her in several places: her legs, torso and chest. Even her breasts were punctured.
She let out another scream of agony as it went pitch black all around her. Another spike penetrated her just above her womanhood. Zilpha let out a cry, even as her body shuddered from an unexpected sexual release.
Finally she felt spikes press into her eyes. Another one thrust between her lips. Her screams as well as the screams of her half-sister were all but silenced.
There was a sound of her door being sealed by some sort of metal latch. She grunted and groaned as she tried to remain absolutely still, hoping to ease the pain of her many fleshly punctures. But her agony only made her squirm even more, embedding the many spikes firmer and deeper into her flesh.
The only sounds were the horrific echoes of her own agony. She could no longer hear the suffering of her half-sister. For that she was eternally grateful. But her mind still ran away with her as she imagined the agony her poor sister Dorothy was also experiencing.
She writhed and whimpered, begging for death. But it would not come, at least not right away. She felt herself bleeding from several wounds as her life’s blood pooled around her bare feet on the floor of her upright metal sarcophagus.
She would suffer many long hours, mentally begging for death. Each breath was a torturous struggle as the spikes pressed against her, yet somehow spared her lungs. Her vital organs remained unimpaired, allowing her to hear her own heart beating fast.
She suffered through another shameful sexual release… and then another. Eventually she became too weak to moan and too weak to struggle. She finally gave in to the inevitable, allowing the spikes to do their cruel work unhindered. Her last thought was of her half-sister, knowing she would soon see her in the afterlife as she finally succumbed to the inevitability of her cruel death.
The brother-in-law returned 24 hours later. He had the Iron Maidens opened so he could enjoy the results of their brutal work. He enjoyed the view of his pierced, naked sisters-in-law. Then he had both bodies taken away for burial in a pauper’s grave, to be left unmarked and thus unremembered.
2012; 2021 (written for Dorothy and Zilpha Jan 25 ’12; ed. Nov 11 ‘21 by riwa)