LENA's Impalement Story – 2,100 words.

The door opened slowly and Lena stepped inside the dark room and the huge Oak door closed behind her with a loud click that echoed around the stone walls with a sound that made her naked and depilated body shiver.

Lena was forty years old, a well-muscled statuesque buxom blond with finely chiseled features that even at her advanced years turned heads as she entered any room. But Lena would age no further, it was her time to perform her sacred duty to the Clan and her heart beat with pride and her body tingled with a deep sexual excitement that made her labia wet and aroused as she felt a trickle of liquid run down the inside of her thighs confirming her arousal. Her huge clitoris and hypertrophic labia ached with being so engorged with blood and stood erect still from the previous hours of masturbation and cunnilingus performed on her.

How many hundreds of women over the centuries had stood on this very spot, she pondered, some feeling the way she does, some scared but brave knowing they have no choice to perform this last duty to the Clan, friends and family. Some were just plain terrified knowing that here was no escape from their fate of hours of suffering before life would thankfully slip away.

Lena was in this room like all the chosen women before her to die by her own hand, to die in agony after hours of incredible suffering for that was required of her. Lena looked her best, her hair had been meticulously dressed, she was bedecked in all her finest jewelry, her skin glistened with seasoned oil that had been rubbed into her body overnight by all of the willing assistants that also had performed cunnilingus on her for so long.

She too had been one of those assistants pouring oil over the chosen woman’s body spending hours performing cunnilingus on them until her jaw and face ached then listening for hours to their wails of agony and distress and envying them for it. Oh, had she ached to be chosen and now she had.

There was only one window in this cold stone room it was high in the wall, small and of elliptical shape so at a certain time of day the beam of light fell upon the wooden marquetry floor to illuminate it with a circular pattern of light.

Progressively as the Sun arose in the sky the circle of light moved towards the centre of the room slowly to reveal the circular pattern of the timber flooring. Lena waited and while she waited she slowly stroked her enormous erect clitoris she shuddered with an intense orgasm that ran through her body when she saw the sun strike the tip of the stake in the centre of the room. She tried to compose herself as the movement of the sun beam revealed more of the stake; it was some 3" in diameter she sucked in a deep breath at that revelation and what it meant for her coming torment.

It was time for Lena to step forward and she did so walking slowly and gracefully as she could still toying gently with her erect clitoris that somehow gave her strength to approach the waiting instrument of her extended torture.

As she approached the centre of the room her eyes became more accustomed to the low light and she could make out the full circular detail of the floor design and size of the stake. It was indeed at least three inches in diameter but what surprised her most was its point.

Lena had expected to see the stake with a needle sharp point that would easily penetrate her body but it was not sharp at all. In fact its tip was a head of a penis. No bigger than any hundreds of cock heads that had entered her vagina as a Clan whore from the day she had first lost her virginity so many years before.

There was at least 12" of penile shaft before it swelled to become wooden stake and 3" diameter.

Somehow the shape of her instrument of torture seemed appropriate what it was made from she could only guess some sort of white metal probably silver that was now stained dark with the blood of the thousands of women it had tortured to death.

Now she thought she understood why it took the women so long  to die there was no way it could possibly be a quick death. Another step closer and the elaborate and intricate floor design became apparent the inner circle changed to polished stone five feet in diameter.

Lena stepped onto the stone circle and it was warm underfoot then she stopped at the stake knelt down and began to caress its shaft and penile head and it was also warm to touch. The detail of the phallus was exquisite, every vein and wrinkle of the pulled back foreskin, even the texture of the skin, Lena thought the ancient craftsman who had sculptured the penis must of loved his work and the beauty of a man’s erection. The shape of the head was so perfect down to the slit in the top that oozed a clear liquid.

There was perhaps three feet of the phallus and stake protruding from the floor. Lena swallowed hard there was more to this than just vaginal impalement. Why were the screams of the women so loud and so important to the whole unfolding ceremony? As if on cue she heard through the high window wood being chopped and thrown into the fire pit, she heard knives being sharpened the clatter of plates and metal trays and the excited chatter of a myriad of workers for today was a special day a 'Feast Day'.

She had witnessed the feast day preparations many times she knew exactly what was happening outside as she had participated in them many, many times from a young girl to the day her name was announced in the village square that she had been chosen for the next feast..

 As a young girl the old women of the Clan would tell them what was about to happen to the woman in the stone room and how fortunate she was and if when they grew up to be an obedient and sexual servant to the Clan and by having at least ten children they could be asked suffer the Feast Day torture.

Like many of her peer group Lena with the help of the elders had practiced the ritual with an old broom handle or any object resembling a penis, lowering herself onto it and guiding it until entered her cervix but daring to go no further.

It was not uncommon to see women and other girls practicing the ritual, walking through the woods Lena wood come across women and girls squatting over carved tree stumps, that had been used for centuries by countless women hopeful of being selected for this greatest of honours.

Some of these favourite wooden mock stakes had been worn smooth by countless vaginas, Lena had even seen women queueing to use them. One after another squatting over the stake bringing themselves to an orgasm as the tip of the stake entered their cervix. As soon as one woman was finished another was there to lower herself down. Women made their own or paid a carpenter a handsome price to make a stake as realistic as possible but Lena realized none of those  wooden replicas came anywhere near the sheer perfection of the silver phallus that stood erect before her.

While Lena had been thinking and recalling the times past the sun had moved and the circle of light was now in the centre of the floor decoration, now was her time. Lena again caressed the silver penis head smoothing the clear liquid that now seemed to be flowing from its tip over the full silver penis shaft. She thought that penis had got a little warmer.

Masturbating as fast as she could Lena put one foot either side of the beckoning silver phallus and slowly squatted down until the warm phallus touched her aroused and erect labia. Little by little Lena lowered herself onto the phallus, it felt warm and pleasant as it entered her vagina, she moved up and down on the phallus thrusting its head deeper and deeper into her vagina until she orgasmed so intensely her body shook and convulsed.

After gaining her composure she moved her body trying to find her cervix os with the tip of the silver phallus. How she had practiced this very thing so many times so she knew when she was in exactly the right position but at this point had always stopped because it would of been unthinkable to do so and wrong to defile her womb but now she lowered her self further than she had ever done before.

Lena squeezed her enormous clitoris hard with one hand and stuffed the other hand in her mouth to stifle her scream as the silver phallus tore into her uterus.

At the very moment she realized that the clear liquid she had smeared over the silver phallus that she now tasted on her fingers was indeed 'Seasoned Cooking Oil' the stone floor beneath  her feet fell away and Lena let out a piercing scream as twelve inches of sliver phallus entered her vagina and uterus.

As the gathered crowd outside heard her scream of agony they all as one erupted in cheers and the music and celebrations began, and the cry went up 'Light Lena's Fire, Light Lena's Fire.'

This call went unheard in the stone room as the full weight of Lena's body now rested on the top of her now distended uterus with her feet just inches from the stone circle that she once stood on, Lena let out a long cry as she felt her vaginal introitus stretched to its limit and split ripping her perinium around the stake, her cry was met with another cheer as the revelers clinked their glasses and tankards together in a toast to the coming feast.

Even through her agony and distress Lena's thoughts turned to the taste of oil on her fingers now she finally realized why the chosen women screamed in agony so intensely and for so long and to confirm her fears she felt the silver phallus suddenly get even warmer from the tip of her uterus to her labia wrapped tightly around the stake she could feel the heat increase.

As her uterus stretched Lena could feel her toes begin to touch the stone floor little by little her body weight began to be supported by her toes. But as the pressure seemed less on her uterus and her introitus the temperature of the silver phallus began to steadily increase. Hot oil now ran from her vagina seeping past her stretched labia to run down the wooden stake onto the stone floor making hard for Lena to keep what footing she had.

The intensity of the pain from the hot phallus in her body began to increase sharply as she felt her whole reproductive organs begin to cook. Lena began to claw at her breasts and nipples as if to divert the pain from within. Now she let out a plaintive groan of agony that was met with cheers and applause outside. This time Lena heard the raucous cheers of the gathered crowd and she castigated herself as she remembered the many times she had just done that herself as she heard the screams of agony emanating from the little window.

Lena screamed and screamed as she began to feel her uterus boiling as it cooked but as she lost her footing on the oily stone floor again her full body weight was thrust into the top of her uterus and in its semi cooked state gave way.

Lena's knees hit the stone floor with a thud as the silver almost red hot phallus ripped through her uterus and into her intestines that now began to cook. Her screams became bellows as her abdomen boiled  then in an instant stopped all her screams and bellows of agony and her head dropped forward her body gave one more shudder her hands dropped from her torn breasts her fingers tips touched her clitoris for a brief moment and she was gone.

Lena's obvious death and silence was again met with raucous applause and shouts of ‘Bring on the Feast, Roast our lovely Lena.'

THE END