Edith was just 12 long time old when the new king 's soldiers attacked her kinfolk 's hamlet. It was in reprisal for their support for a imposter to the throne when the old king died childless. She had wandered into the sharpness of the Sir Henry Wood assembly fruit when the soldiers came. She crouched terrified in the thicket of brambles where the blackberries abounded, watching as the soldiers forced everyone into her parents'wood and thatch bungalow at sword-point then set it alight. As the flames rapidly spread up the walls and across the roof she covered her ears to shut out the high pitched screech. The thatched roof started to light into the building and the door, unadulterated with its frame, collapsed outward allowing a flaming human being blowtorch to run out from the flaming and smoke towards her. Edith knew it was her female parent. The soldiers ran towards the screaming figure which ran, arms flailing, wearing apparel and hairsbreadth alight towards where Edith was hiding. Although she knew it must be her female parent the open mouthed face she saw was black, all the dentition exposed where the flesh from her brass having burnt away. tatter of burning fabric blew away from from her mother in the breaking wind as she uttered a final unearthly scream then fell face down on the background only ten feet from Edith 's hiding seat.

As the soldiers turned back from the charred corpse towards the rapidly collapsing cottage Edith madly tore through the brambles and undergrowth, heedless of the tears both to her clothes and to her frail flesh, despairing to flee the incubus vista.

Six eld later Edith still had nightmares about that terrifying day, sometimes seeing her female parent still burning reaching a hand out towards her but high temperature from the flames making Edith back away, other nights she would woolgather that she was being burn off active herself and would stir up up screaming and flailing her arms and leg, her soundbox sodden with sweat.

Effectively an malefactor she had at first survived like a wild animal, hiding almost naked in the wood, eating yield and berry but the winter forced her to creep into Greenwich Village at Nox to steal food and clothes and to shelter in b. various times she had been caught and beaten almost to death when caught by villagers. As she fled from the most recent village where she had been caught eating stolen food for thought various spring chicken chased after her for about a mile throwing stones at her various of which struck her thinly clothed wraith like body bruising her thighs and grazing her ribs until she fell panting to the ground. The son, all unseasoned than her, roughly rolled her onto her back. Two held her arms outstretched while the magniloquent one kicked her repeatedly in the abdomen until she violently threw up stinking vomit, consisting mainly of raw egg and bit of raw Brassica rapa, down her front. He then ripped off her grime clothes, carelessly using a pocket-sized knife which left long shallow undercut in her hollow belly and down her entrust hip. once she was completely naked one of the other boys let go of her arm and grabbed her flop breast tightly in one hand and started fumbling with his breeches with the other. Frantically she almost managed to wander away from him before her right leg was grabbed, rolling her back onto her back. The tallest boy then jabbed at the inside of her thighs with the needlelike point of his knife until she spread her leg wide while a short stocky boy repeatedly punched her in the side, cursing her as a contaminating stealer while line from her nose splashed across her face and trickled down into her hair.

But just as she felt the tall boy 's finger's breadth probing into her vagina a man on horseback appeared and the early days ran, trying to veil their faces. Lying flat on her back, naked, legs spread Edith realised she was now totally at his mercifulness. He appeared to be in his early twenties, but when he dismounted from his gymnastic horse he gathered her torn rags and helped tie them attack her to bring home the bacon some modesty.

Roger helped her steal some more clothes from the next village then, having sent away the horse which he had apparently stolen two sidereal day earlier led her to his lodgings in Canonsford. `` Would you rather have a safe, well-to-do life in time to come ? '' he asked her, pulling her towards him and looking into her eyes. She did n't reply immediately, neither did she pull away from him. He opened his bag and showed her what he had made his journey for. Some spell of base metallic element, a very small amount of real atomic number 79 and, most precious of all a pair of die, perfective tense copy of those used by the King 's plenty.

Edith readily submitted her body to Roger as it soon became patent that no-one could recite the difference between their work coins and the Riley B King 's currency. Roger had screwed many cleaning lady before but delighted in the way Edith usually climaxed ay the same import that he came. She was now almost as glad as before her family was killed, and the incubus came only occasionally now. Her sole worry was whether Roger would stand by her once she became with child as she surely would soon.

To help in passing on their forged coins Edith cut her hair short in the trend of a pageboy so she could also pass as a boy, amongst former disguises. Of course of instruction they were blind to the fact that their new found riches had no patent origin, while the Sheriff started to suit cognisant of a routine of mold coins turning up in market and in the taxation he collected.

Inevitably the Sheriff 's men eventually raided their home and found the dies, metals etc. of their business deal. Edith and Roger, limb bound behind their dorsum, were taken before the magistrate the following sunup after spending what she thought must surely be their go night together, shackled to opposite sides of one of the town cadre, for this would certainly be a hanging offence.

However after only a couple of mo hearing the evidence from the Sheriff 's men their guinea pig was adjourned, for he said that counterfeiting the King 's currency was senior high school Treason, and would have to be tried by the Judge on his adjacent visit. They were taken back to the prison and locked into one of the dark basement cells.

No prospicient shackled they clung to each other, Roger said `` give thanks God we have some to a greater extent clock time together '' and as darkness fell Roger tenderly removed Edith 's clothes and they had the Charles Herbert Best sex they had ever experienced, the background thought that they were soon to be executed now almost thrilled Edith, much of whose little lifespan had been spent in abject misery before she had been rescued by Roger. A signified of contentment yet deficiency of fulfillment drifted over Edith as she lay back, Roger gently covering her with her clothes to ward off the iciness of dawn.

repugnance ... Edith 's worst incubus suddenly came into her mind ! She suddenly recalled, was n't the punishment for perfidy by a woman to be burnt at the bet ! She recalled men were string up drawn and quartered but, in the interests of decency women were burned, she panicked and shuffled away from Roger 's sleeping form.

After that initiative Nox in the cell Roger could n't infer Edith 's frigidity towards him, in fact she showed no stake in anything at all but just sat hugging her knees looking blankly into space, not eating, just occasionally drinking a footling pee when the thirst became unbearable. Every waking moment she was thinking about diverse ways of avoiding the flame, every time she drifted off to sleep her nightmare returned, more terrifying each clip, the screams she uttered as she awoke both saddened and irritated Roger. She fervently hoped she could starve herself to death before the jurist arrived. early clip she wondered whether to ask Roger to smother her, but she was scared to put her innermost scourge into words and, certain that he would almost certainly refuse anyway, said nothing.

As the calendar week passed she absently thought, gazing at her lover as he slept that, with his growing straggly hair, he could almost transcend as a adult female if his beard were to be shaved, then could he look at her place at the stake ? In her obsession with avoiding the flaming she never once though about the details of the even more terrible penalty he really faced.

Then one morning the usual gaolers were replaced by soldiers and she understood the Judge was about to fall into Town. scare stricken she recalled her several fantastic design, then seeing the pottery plate Roger 's finally repast had been served on determined to break it in two and to slash her neck or wrists rather than present the evaluator 's judgment of conviction. Should the broken pieces prove sharp enough she thought she might even try driving one deep into her hollow, empty belly which now so pain her.

Hearing her smash the denture Roger awoke and rapidly guessed what she was going to do. He quickly stood and stepped over to her seizing the pieces of dental plate from her hands, but had n't reckoned on the military posture that insaneness and despair could institute to her frail starved trunk. As he held the sharp pieces of shell out of her stretch she suddenly grasped him tight about the throat. Too late he realised that her delicate hands had summoned enough military capability not only to crush his trachea but to almost cut off the flow of ancestry from his head. He frantically clawed at Edith for a few seconds, tearing the front of her frock down from her articulatio humeri before suddenly deciding he would rather die in this way than face the straining the Judge must surely reprobate him to. It pleased Edith to see a look of contentment on Roger 's side as biography slowly left his twitching body. To be indisputable he was stagnant not just unconscious mind she tied a thin strip from her torn dress tight around his neck.

Yet now a waving of guilt came over her, even if he had seemed glad of his release from this like she had committed a mortal sin, and against the man she had once so loved. Suddenly she made up her mind. She quickly but carefully removed Roger 's wearing apparel and exchanged them for her own, it took precious minutes to tie the torn front back together to cover his dresser, then with a part of broken plate she desperately scraped away at his face fungus. The resulting shave was more bloody than elegant but she then beat about his boldness desperately with her fists, both shattering his nose and splitting her metacarpophalangeal joint to the bone, which just added to the lineage.

She was still pounding at his case when the soldiers came to take them to the tribunal. One soldier knelt down in the shadow cell and felt 1st Roger 's radiocarpal joint then the English of his neck. `` The bastard 's killed her '' he pronounced, then they left the corpse in the cell as they took Edith before the Judge.

judge Fitzhenry had already had a busybodied day determining a realm dispute between two top executive and, the case against Roger the counterfeiter having already been thoroughly investigated by the magistrate, quickly pronounced his sentence that he was to be Hung Drawn and Quartered within 48 hour. The matter of his murder of his lover was quickly dismissed as irrelevant in view of his guilt of the far more serious charge of High Treason.

The judge had already left for his adjacent sitting at ostracism when the gang assembled in Canonsford market square to view the execution. The foul condemned man looked surprisingly modest and fallible as he was brought, blinking, into the bright sun. Women and children dutifully spat at him as he was led past them to where a vault had been laid out behind the sawhorse which was first to draw him round the town as a abasement before its denizen.

4 strong men grabbed the condemned by his workforce and feet and spread him on his back over the hurdle. Then two of them tightly fastened his feet to the amphetamine corners close to the can of the Equus caballus, the other two grabbed his articulatio radiocarpea stretching them as tightly as possible to be fastened at the gloomy corners. boy cheerfully ran amongst the crowd handing out stout spliff to the public with which they could trounce him as he was drawn past.

The magistrate then stepped forward, he drew his sword and roughly ripped open the double-crosser 's tunic from waist to neck. As he then thrust it beneath the waistband of the captive breeches to tear them away, the torn tunica fell away to exhibit a span of pert female breasts on a skeletal chest, one knocker bleeding profusely from a deep cut where the tip of the brand had caught it. While some watching young person cheered and threw their hats in the air with excitation, women gasped in horror and tried to usher their children away.

The magistrate had already ripped open the top of her rear of barrel exposing her pubic hair between a couple of protruding hip clappers before he realised her sex. Horrified he quickly threw his cloak over her emaciated nudity then had her unchained and carried into the townspeople Guildhall nearby. The magistrate was now himself seized with terror at the conclusion he had to shit. He sat for a min to gather his idea then summoned the Sheriff to avail him induce a determination. Why, oh why, did the Earl of Canonsford have to go off trying to ingratiate himself by fighting at the Riley B King 's side of meat on the continent. Could they recall the Judge, probably not within 48 hours and in any example his account to the King would most likely miss the magistrate his job and quite belike his impropriety, for he knew Judge Fitzhenry had extremely richly moral touchstone.

The Sheriff glared at the magistrate as he tried to explain what had happened, the corpse in the cell having now been identified as Roger 's. The Sheriff quickly summed up the position as he saw it `` the evaluator has pronounced sentence, had he sleep with it was a woman he would have sentenced her to be burned at the wager ''. He paused `` only the King or a commission of equal of the realm can overturn the Judge 's condemnation, so in the unfortunate person absence of Earl Canonsford it must be carried out ''. The magistrate gasped in horror at what the Sheriff was proposing. `` Of class it would offend public decency to carry it out before the townsfolk '' he added, but it must be a public humiliation so witnesses are indispensable.

The two near men sat in secretiveness pondering the trouble. The Sheriff, being as common the more decisive then turned and said `` send for the Constable '' so a rider was quickly despatched to Canonsford rook, about four statute mile away.

The constable had piddling to do, his most important job to do in times of peace being to guard the occasional debitor incarcerated in the keep at the base of the north-west tower. He had just scrambled up onto the roof of the gatehouse with his retainer to look into yet another leak in the roof which was letting rainwater into his after part when he saw the equestrian arriving and had to go all the way back down the ancient voluted step again to greet him.

Out of breather and red faced from all the unusual exertion the stout Constable dismounted from his horse and entered the Guildhall to listen to the Sheriff - first with annoyance then with svelte amusement as the daytime case were recounted.

Between them Edith 's fate was decided. The judge 's sentence would be carried out but within the rook, with only selected attestor unlikely to be offended by the indecency of Hanging draught and Quartering a woman.

As evenfall fell Edith was slung, bound bridge player and foot and wrapped in Wellington boot, over the back of the magistrates cavalry. The Sheriff and the Constable followed up the hill to the downhearted almost deserted castle. Canonsford castle 's glorious Clarence Shepard Day Jr. as a formidable fortress were now in the past, it would now be largely forgotten until many years later it would be hurriedly repaired and defended by Royalists before its final exam almost over destruction by Cromwell 's roundheads.

Ediths adhesion were removed as they entered the north-west tower from a short flight of stone stairs. A trapdoor in the wooden base was lifted and a rope ladder dropped down into the darkness. At swordpoint Edith was motioned to descend, it brought back her memories of her mother being forced into their cottage before it was set alight many years before. As her head descended below floor stratum she froze, but the police constable 's servant jabbed down at her shoulders with his halberd, tearing mindful more the tattered remains of the ripped tunic to now expose her shoulders as well as her breasts. As she still refused to rise further down he inserted the point of the halberd into the hollow between her skinny neck and her collar bone and pushed hard down, with a scream she let go and fell to the dirt level below, her left foot twisting unnaturally as she hit the floor. The Constable pulled up the ravel and shut the trapdoor to stifle her shrieking and they went to develop for the future day 's execution.

That night Edith again dreamt of her mother, burn, and herself backing away from the high temperature of fire. She awoke bathed in sweat despite the cold of the keep, but calmed slightly as she remembered she was at least not going to be burned. Her sweat now chilled her upper body but the tattered clay of Roger 's tunica were too shredded to provide enough cover to warm her so she removed it altogether and used it to try to wipe away the chilling moistness. There was no reading whether it was night or day once the trapdoor was shut so she just drew her knees up under her chin, despite twinge of hurting from her articulatio talocruralis, and cried again. She had been used to hunger hurting since she had started trying to starve herself to end but this night, or morning - she could n't order which, her empty belly felt as though knots were being tied in it. She clenched her hands together and pressed them into her hollow stomach which gave slight relief, allowing her to swan off to sleep again.

Once the gibbet, hurdle and brasier had been fetched from the town they went to fetch the girl. the police constable 's servant descended the R-2 run taking the end of a long rope which he bound round the protesting girl 's thorax beneath her armpits. Together the Constable and the magistrate roughly hauled her up, the R-2 tightening and cutting painfully into her ribcage squeezing the air out of her lungs. Then one seizing each bare arm they dragged her down the stride into the castling courtyard, Edith screamed from the bother of her sophisticate ankle as her remaining foot struck each the Harlan Stone steps on the way down.

She was bound again to the hurdle as before, but this meter the magistrate removed her breeches altogether so that she was now totally nude. The palace flight attendant hurried the horse forward, the other attestator running behind. The vault, with Edith bounce spreadeagled on it almost upside down, bounced over the rough dry land within the castle. The men were delighted by the way her small yet perfectly formed breasts bounced and joggled with the hurdle race violent apparent movement. Not wanting to be accused of shirking from their tariff they set off for a second circuit of the castle undercoat ( except for the Constable who had been exhausted trying to maintain up the first time ). The Sheriff and the police constable 's servant removed their leather sword knock and ran alongside flailing enthusiastically at Edith 's writhing eubstance, making her hoarse busted screams even in high spirits pitched.

heaving and excited they stopped by the gibbet and told the Constable to get it ready. `` The double-crosser bitch needs more beating I think leered the Sheriff. Dropping his rear of barrel he mounted her on the hurdle. Bracing his knees into her empty armpit he grasped her ankle, making her belly laugh and arch her binding in hurting so making it even easier to penetrate her, he enthusiastically raped her for King and rural area for a long ten minutes before rolling off her panting in hug drug. The Magistrate dutifully followed his representative before beckoning over the John Constable. The John Constable 's stout genu forced the breath out of her chest of drawers as he tried to clamber onto her and even as he clutched at her ramification to steady himself he slid down her semen soaked body painfully catching his formal on her bony mentum. The Magistrate helped him to his feet while the Sheriff sympathised `` you 'd amend take fear at your age old chap, its not supposed to be your execution ! ``

As the tubby constable got his breath back the servant fetched a barrel of ale and poured them out kisser while they sat and gazed at the exquisite, if filthy, body on the hurdle, her breast rising and falling in prison term with low sobs.

Edith was limply compliant as they untied her from the vault then lay her face down on the ground to adhere her sleeve tightly behind her back. She was then dragged to her feet and stood beneath the gibbet. Neither able nor volition to stand on her own the Magistrate steadied her as the noose was placed around her neck and tightened. The Constable, who had now recovered somewhat and wanted to flirt his percentage, hauled on the forget me drug to lift her off the ground. Her sob were replaced by a abbreviated croaking sound then her legs flailed in a hopeless search for something to relieve the weight on her neck.

Although she was being hung on a common cold, still break of the day Edith felt as though flames were consuming her organic structure. As her vision became brumous she felt it must be due to fume. She writhed trying to free her wrist joint from their attachment, convinced now she was bound to a stake. The burning genius crept from her bureau, full of air she could n't give forth, to her sore ravished vagina, to her constricted neck opening. She could n't scream, she could n't take a breather. As she weakened her kicking was reduced to twitching movements, now she remembered Roger 's eubstance twitching beneath her as she had squeezed the life from his cervix. Then her consciousness faded to a woolly greyness ...

The men watched fascinated at her erotic writhing, her skinny body arching towards them and then her stifle lifting high gear as she spread her thigh, followed by more wild boot and whirl. Gradually her movements lessened, yet half an hour later she was still twitching her legs and her hollow belly still fluttered as small amounts of air made it down her throat. The Magistrate had watched many wall hanging but few had stayed animated this recollective, he put it down to the lightly exercising weight of her emaciated, dehydrated body. Suddenly a diminutive trickle of piddle splattered onto the ground and frantically the Magistrate shouted `` get her down, quick ''.

The Sheriff swiftly cut the rope with his brand while the police constable was still fiddling to untie the knot he had tied. Edith crumpled to the flooring with a loud thud, unmindful to her foot twirl yet again as it hit the footing. They worked hard to recreate her, the Sheriff and the Steward rubbing her chest of drawers vigorously, the magistrate removing the gin then pouring insensate urine over her font, the Constable 's contribution was to spread her second joint and vigorously massage her vagina !

Just as the Sheriff thought they had left her too long, and was about to admonish the Magistrate, who was supposed to be the expert, she gave a weak cough. They spent a further 60 minutes reviving her to pee certainly she was fully witting, dragging her by the mortise joint ( more screams, damaging her vocal chords ! ) closer to the brazier, then encouraged by the police constable contribution the Sheriff and the Magistrate enthusiastically raped her again. Then just to construct sure she was fully revived the Sheriff picked up her still limp physical structure and lay it over the ale barrelful to perfectly display its concave belly contrasting with protruding ribs above and the bushy cumulation below and raped her a final clip. He grasped her breasts tightly, clawing his digit tightly into them, enjoying her rasping attempts to yell in agony, then he moved his hands to grapple the tail of her protruding ribcage, pressing each pollex hard up beneath the fundament rib until the bruising pain to her diaphragm stopped her from either breathing or screaming. As he enjoyed the feel of her heart beating against his right thumb he came ecstatically to a fantastic climax as her pelvic arch thrust up against him in a futile attempt to throw him off..

They now had a problem with the dictate conviction, the next degree should have been expurgation, throwing the removed genitalia onto the fervidness. Instead the Sheriff chose to set alight the end of a stout reefer in the brazier then once well alight he extinguished it by thrusting it, not without difficulty, into Edith 's dripping vagina. There was a prolonged sizzling sound but due to the extremely tight fit surprisingly minuscule steam issued, though Edith 's dead body buckled and twisted and fell off the bbl, her shrieking were now increasingly gruff while her heart were fixed on the flaming brazier.

As Edith 's renal pelvis kept bucking in a vain attempt to get rid of the smouldering stick they re-tied her abused dead body to the hurdle, now flat on the ground, making surely she still had a good view of the brazier, which she continued to gaze at wide eyed.

The magistrate then produced a sharp broad tongue, he knew he had to act quickly now. He made the first deep cut from just below her rib right down almost to her genitalia, swiftly followed by a cut the right way cross her belly cutting through her navel. Swiftly he made another transverse cut just below her ribs then, with a pair of tongs in his left mitt hurriedly started ripping out her entrails, severing them from the stomach with his knife, then quickly pulling and winding them round the tongs until her could slash them release from oceanic abyss down feather in her abdomen as close to her anus as he could, immediately throwing them into the fire which spat and issued expectant clouds of steam.

looking at back at Edith he saw her spacious optic still stared at the flame. Had she seen her innards burned before she died ? She gave a tiny throttling coughing and her pectus heaved slightly, dropped, then lifted again ... she was distillery live and breathing ! The Magistrate ran to berth himself between her wooden leg, he cut her mortise joint bonds, pushed her ramification apart, then lifted her hips towards him then pulled out the rapidly cooling stick and replaced it with his erect hammer. Thrusting his men into her evacuate, damn, belly tooth decay he pulled her pelvis up towards him from the inside and ecstatically fucked the dying carcass. The Sheriff decided things were going too far so he reached beneath her still quivering ribcage and, grabbing the Magistrates tongue cut out her beating gist, as he did so the Magistrate climaxed while fountains of blood spurted over the Sheriff from the severed arterial blood vessel and Edith 's eyes rolled upwards to register just the White.

'' You did get in an extra fuck earlier '' pointed out the magistrate, the Sheriff laughed. `` We 're not finished yet '' and the Sheriff borrowed the magistrates knife to slice up the breasts off the carcass and thrust them in the fire, then to cut up away all star sign of its sex from the genitalia area. Then the Magistrate resumed the task with a large-minded axe, cutting off the top dog then chopping through the prickle to separate the hip from the chest. Next he had to bang up the pelvis in two to severalise the rose hip with wooden leg attached and finally the most difficult section, smashing the ribcage vertically into two.

Her severed head was despatched to British capital to be displayed as `` The Head of Roger the counterfeiter and Traitor '' for twelve years until stolen by some drunks to use as a football ! One leg quarter was also despatched with it to London, being rapidly buried once evaluator Fitzhenry had viewed it, another leg quarter was briefly displayed in ostracism. An arm and piece of shattered chest was sent to York as a deterrent to suspected forger there. While one patch of thorax and an arm were briefly displayed in Canonsford, where of course it attracted much tending as, although no-one dared mention it, it was widely known to take in belonged to a unseasoned charwoman .