"Cave Rock Execution (by Sizzle"
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Created on: Wednesday 30th of May 2018 08:05:58 PM CDT
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Cave Rock Execution   (by Sizzle)

I am a woman masquerading as a man, and am engaged in combat. I’m a sniper, and am fighting the enemy in the enemy’s territory. I’m dressed in army fatigues: long cargo pants and a loose-fitting long sleeve shirt, concealing my femininity, and combat boots. I’m also wearing a large, loose-fitting cap with a brim at the front…all of my attire is in desert camouflage colors as I’m fighting in arid chaparral-covered mountains.

This is a very personal battle for me, as I’m avenging my sister, who was captured and brutally killed by the enemy only a month ago. I’ve found what I believe is a secure and partially hidden sniping position. I'm lying prone at the edge of a cliff with my rifle, attempting to snipe and kill the members of an enemy patrol below me. I’m intensely concentrating on the action below, and have a target centered in my scope and am about to squeeze off a round and kill him. Mere instants before I fire, another completely unexpected enemy member surprises me from behind, grabs and pulls my arms behind my back, and presses me into the ground with his boot. Feeling my breasts pressed into the ground, I’m made uncomfortably aware of my hidden femininity. While clearly I'm engaging in combat with the other side and trying to kill them, my being a woman in disguise is by far the biggest danger to me.

If it's discovered that I'm a woman, it's a given that I will be stripped nude and eventually be burned at the stake. For a female combatant caught by the enemy, a sentence of death by burning is simply automatic.

Initial Stripping
Suspecting that I may be a female, my captors force me to unbutton my baggy long-sleeve shirt, to reveal a support bra over apparent breasts, and the fact that I very much appear to be a woman. Next, after removing my boots, I'm forced to take off my long pants and reveal that I'm wearing women’s panties, and am even more likely a woman. Finally, in only bra and panties and almost certainly a woman, I'm forced to sit on the ground and slowly pull off my panties to reveal my naked vulva, completely removing any possible doubt. I feel an utter sense of dread as I  reveal my ultimate femininity, knowing that this is the final straw in sealing my fate.

As an afterthought after being forced to remove my bra and expose my breasts, I’m asked to remove the large cap from my head, and lo and behold, long locks of raven black hair tumble out and down my back!

At this point, my captors admire my nakedness and taunt me about how good I'll look fastened to a stake naked to be burned!   Completely taken aback by this, I’m shaken and mortified, but can’t respond. I’m still in shock from my unexpected capture…the tables had been turned in an instant from me being the aggressor and completely in charge of the situation, to me being a helpless victim and facing certain death in the most humiliating and painful method possible.

I’m to join my sister as a burned staked maiden, facing a very similar execution as hers a month ago. I’d been shown several pictures of her burning at the stake, and the image of her beautiful naked body in flames is seared into my brain. Her being killed was the primary motivation for me to venture into enemy territory as a sniper. I was determined to avenge her death, but instead will tragically be their next victim.

Nude Death March
Now totally nude and barefoot, I'm forced to march with my wrists tied behind my back to the execution site for my fate.  The spot where I was initially captured and forced to strip is a significant distance from the execution site at Cave Rock, which is much higher on a very wide trail which is quite steep in places. The late afternoon march will take at least an hour in the warm and dry air.

I know that if I reach the execution site at Cave Rock, I will be cooked, quite literally, since it’s a secure and well-guarded facility, and escape would be impossible. So my only chance of cheating death is to find a place on the march where I can make a break for it, and run for all I’m worth. I only have several captors guarding me, so it seems possible that if I’m lucky, I might be able to elude them if I can think of a distraction. My captors do have guns, and while the objective is to burn me in a public spectacle, they would clearly shoot me before allowing me to escape.

The trail twists and turns as it climbs, with switchbacks and cuts into the hillside in the steeper portions. I’m carefully watching with each twist for a spot where I might be able to escape, and am constantly running possible escape scenarios through my mind. The trail is rocky, and somewhat uncomfortable on my bare feet, but my feet are tough from previous barefoot hiking/running, so this shouldn’t be an issue. A far more significant problem is that since my hands are bound, I can’t use them to heft a rock as a weapon or distraction. If I am able to make a break for it, I will be far less stable with my arms behind my back. Two of my captors are walking behind me, constantly watching my every move to make sure I don’t escape or try to use my bound hands, and they are the ones I most need to outwit. My wrists are bound securely enough that loosening them isn’t an option, nor is there any opportunity to grab their guns.

I finally see what looks like a possibility. We have switchbacked around a bend, and I can see that there’s thick chaparral foliage at the edge of the bend we are approaching, with a steep slope down to the portion of trail we just traversed a minute or two previously. If I can accidentally stumble as I walk on the edge of the trail next to the foliage, I can use the plants for cover as I slip down the steep bank to the trail below, and hopefully I’ll be able to land upright without the use of my hands and start running. The chaparral has sharp leaves and spines which won’t be comfortable on my naked flesh, but that’s a minor concern if I can pull it off.

Escape
As I reach the foliage, I let out a startled-sounding “Oh!” as I initiate my fake stumble, and then immediately slide down through a window of shrubbery and down the steep slope to the trail below. By an absolute miracle, as well as being well coordinated and in good condition, I manage to land on my feet on the trail below, even with my wrists bound behind my back. I instantly start running back down the trail I was just marched up minutes ago. Shots immediately ring out as my captors fire on me in an attempt to prevent my escape, but the foliage above provides just enough cover to allow me to get around the first bend, as was my plan.

As I round the bend I’m completely shielded from gunfire, as the trail now curves away around the hillside and out of sight of my captors behind me. The first stage of my escape worked!

But I’m certainly not out of hot water. They will quickly slide down the slope I went down as soon as they gather their wits and will be right behind me. I need to be able to outrun them for long enough to find a place where I can duck off the trail and disappear. That’s unfortunately not possible here…there’s a steep bank on one side and a cliff on the other…so I need to run for all I’m worth.

I’m running extremely hard, with my naked breasts bouncing violently as I run, and my long raven hair streaming behind me. With my naked body, wildly swinging breasts, flowing hair, and long powerful strides I’m probably a sight to see. My long strides carry me efficiently and fast. I’m in excellent shape and am a good runner, and as far as I can tell, I’m outpacing my captors, but I dare not slow down to look. If only my arms weren’t bound, I would be able to run much better and outrun them for sure.

I finally come to a place that looks possible to duck off the trail and hide. There’s fairly opaque foliage and a rocky slope I can climb down. I slow down, get off the trail, then negotiate the rocky climb. This is where I really need the use of my arms and hands. I’m very close above a level well-hidden spot where I think I’ll be safe, when I hear my captors approaching above me. In the precarious spot I’m in, I’m exposed and will still be visible to them, so I need to execute a difficult move quickly to get out of sight before I’m seen. Unfortunately, this is where my bound wrists are my undoing. Without the use of my arms for balance or handholds and in a panicked rush, I tumble noisily into a pile of dry brush which would have helped provide cover had I been able to get under it. But unfortunately, my captors heard the noise of my fall, and now have spotted me. I am trapped! This would have been an excellent hiding place, but it’s a dead end and there’s nowhere further for me to go from here, so I have no alternative but to wait for them to come down and recapture me. Other than cuts and scratches, I didn’t get injured in the fall, but without anywhere further to run, I’m utterly spent and despondent. I was so close to escape, but my last minute failure will mean my certain death. This was my last slim chance to avoid burning, but I’ve failed and am totally defeated.

My captors are very angry at me for my escape attempt and their need to chase me, and are rough with me as they pull and pass me back up to the trail. They use it as an excuse to grope and fondle my nude body, especially my breasts and unusually large nipples, which they squeeze painfully while making rude comments. Also some very unpleasant finger probes to my tight vagina. Taking no further chances in getting me to Cave Rock, they bind my hands and feet to each end of a heavy stick with my body suspended in a hunter's carry between two of them over the remaining distance. This is very humiliating and somewhat uncomfortable, but my dejection over my escape failure is overriding everything else.

Cave Rock
When I finally arrive at Cave Rock I am untied and forced to squeeze through the tiny oval flat-floored tunnel at ground level through rock into the back of a very small rockshelter cave which looks out over the surrounding dry chaparral countryside. A sheer vertical drop off from the cave prevents escape. Still nude, I’m imprisoned in the cave, awaiting my fate. The cave is small and barely high enough to sit up in, and only fits one person comfortably. It is very effective as a cell for imprisonment.

I learn that my execution is scheduled for next morning, shortly after dawn. I watch the beautiful sunset with great sadness, knowing it will be the last one I’ll ever see. I'm imprisoned in the cave overnight, contemplating my impending death. I'm terrified, but the entrance is guarded, and attempting to climb the vertical cliff in the nude would certainly lead to me being very painfully dashed and broken on the sharp rocks below.

The night turns chilly, and fortunately I have a blanket to snuggle up in, as well as a sleeping pad to keep me off the cold rock floor. I get very little sleep on my final night on Earth, as I’m wracked with fear and terror over what’s going to happen first thing in the morning. I contemplate my sister, and know that her final night was almost certainly spent in this same prison cell cave. I feel a great sense of loss, and I miss her terribly. If I’m to perish as she did, I wish that I could have at least spent my final hours with her. We could have offered each other comfort and solace facing execution together. While still terrifying and excruciatingly painful, the emotional support of facing the ordeal with each other would have made it easier. Instead, I’ll burn completely alone, very much as she did.

By early morning light, I’m wide awake, shivering a bit in the morning cold, even with my blanket, which doesn’t quite fully cover my nudity. I know the light means my execution is imminent, and I’m gripped with overwhelming quiet dread.

When it's time for me to be executed, I'm summoned and crawl through the tiny tunnel, with my breasts and large nipples abrading a bit on the sandstone in the tight squeeze...which is titillating.

Morning Preparation and March to Execution Site in Scarlet Robe
Hygiene is taken care of first, so that nothing will mar the spectacle to come.

I'm then prepared for my impending execution. I'm first dressed up in multiple layers of petticoats, full slips, and half slips, and also with several different intermingled soft lacy bra layers over my breasts. Shivering, I greatly welcome this dress-up, as I’d gotten chilled overnight and the morning is still very cold. I’m also enjoying the silky material on my skin, and am relieved that at least momentarily, I’m no longer nude.

Finally over all my lingerie layers, is my "execution robe", a long ground length scarlet robe with a hood, signifying my status as the execution subject. This whole dress-up is part of the ceremonial preparation for my execution, where I am to be publicly stripped prior to being fastened to the stake. Panties aren't part of this multilayered dress-up, as it’s important to feel my naked vulva open to the air under the layers of petticoats and slips...and the final item to be removed a very soft petticoat.

Fully dressed up for my stripping/execution spectacle, and with my arms again fastened tightly behind my back, I'm marched in dainty scarlet slippers on a narrow trail through the dense chaparral with pungent sage and laurel smells. There’s sharp/prickly chaparral debris on the ground, and my feet are somewhat sore with a few cuts from my desperate run, so the slippers are very welcome. There’s a steep climb up a sandstone outcropping to get to the top, which is a level area with a wide view of the surrounding hillside. This is the execution spot, where my stake is prepared and waiting for the guest of honor (me). The climb up the steep rocky slope with my arms bound behind my back and in all my nested garment and undergarment layers means that I have to step carefully, so that I don’t fall.

When I get to the level area at the top of the climb, I’m led up a ladder onto a small raised platform to the side and set back behind my waiting stake, where I’m to be stripped in view of the assembled crowd. With no possibility of escape, my arms and hands are freed. I will be strongly encouraged to perform my own striptease for the crowd, with the threat of much brutality and force if I fail to comply. My pretty red slippers are taken immediately, and I will be barefoot from now on, until I'm fastened to the stake and burned.

Unlike what has gone on before, with a tiny handful of captors, this is a public spectacle, with a multitude of people watching my stripping and execution. Considering how early in the morning it is, I’m amazed at the size of the crowd, clearly numbering in the hundreds…all here to watch me die.

They cheered as they first caught sight of me arriving in my scarlet robe and slippers, and as I was led up onto the platform. Now there’s a hush, with quiet anticipation of my imminent stripping.



(some folks here may find the details of the striptease tedious and may want to skip over it to Nude Exhibition)

Striptease
I'm first forced to undo the fancy tasseled scarlet rope holding the robe shut, and strip off my bright red execution robe. I’m helped out of it by one of my captors, who then takes it away. With the robe removed, I’m dramatically revealed as a "layered white lingerie wedding cake" in full length white silky and lacy slips and bloused petticoats, my undergarments exciting the crowd as the first step of my stripping. In a sense, this is my bridal gown, with the stake and fire to be the stand-ins for the groom in the ceremony to come. My captors have me turn around in front of the crowd, so that they can see me in my lingerie from all sides. While I have contrasting colored lingerie on layers hidden underneath, all the outer layers are virginal white, as befits my status. The white also contrasts nicely with my long raven hair, cascading over my shoulders and down my back.

While the crowd is excited about my being stripped, I'm most decidedly not. While I'm terrified at my impending execution, I'm also mortified at having my clothes stripped off in front of the crowd, and them viewing me naked. I am extremely modest, and have never even worn revealing clothes. I’m very shy and am embarrassed to be the center of attention even when fully clothed, let alone naked!  I know that people think I’m beautiful, and have what has been described as a striking body, but I seem to have issues with that. Having strangers view my nude body feels only a little less upsetting than my actual burning. My being stripped earlier after being captured and then marched naked was bad enough, but that was only before a small number of captors, and while humiliating, felt somewhat more private. It also began under extreme stress in the heat of combat and in my failed escape attempt with no time to think about it. This, on the other hand, is after a night of fear and reflection, and is in front of a large crowd of people who will be focused solely on me and on my body, as well as the discomfort and terror plainly visible on my face.

For the main course of my stripping, I'm forced to remove each of the items of lingerie I'm wearing, one at a time. The multiple nested layers are interspersed and intermingled artfully, and each looks good and is complimentary when the layer above is removed. Each item removal brings great crowd anticipation and approval. (There aren't sound effects with this...but if there were...it would be a drum-roll, with high-hat strike as each undergarment comes off).

My despair goes up as each piece of lingerie comes off, since each item removed brings me both closer to nudity and to my execution. Each item is my friend…both for the covering it offers me, and for the silky feel on my skin. Therefore I devote loving attention to each, taking my time removing it and savoring how it feels on my body. I am trying to mentally shut out the crowd and focus inward using Zen techniques. Knowing that my body is shortly to be burned, I caress myself as I remove each item of lingerie…running my fingers over my silky slips and the lacy bras over my soft pliant breasts.

For each item of lingerie I remove, I repeat similar caressing motions, depending upon the item:
For full slips, I start by cupping my hands over my breasts, squeezing them, then run my fingers down my side to my hips, and then inward, with both hands converging onto my vulva, and instinctively pull my thighs together as I touch myself there, or alternatively my hands go directly from my breasts to my vulva with the same thigh tightening. I then drop the straps off my shoulders, let the slip fall to the platform floor and step out of it, at which point I repeat the caressing motions.
For bras, it’s primarily cupping my hands over my breasts and squeezing, opening the clasp of the bra and removing, and then an additional cupping with hands. Most of the bras clasp in back, but one or two have front clasps.
For half slips and petticoats, it’s primarily running my hands from the back of my buttocks, cupping and pressing a bit, then around my hips to my vulva, and again pressing on it while squeezing my thighs together. Then my thumbs trace the inside of the elastic around my waist, and drop it to the platform floor and step out of it.

The white, cream, and pastel colors of most of the lingerie are broken up by a few instances of bright red, and jet black lingerie, which are a surprise to the crowd when uncovered, and evidently appreciated.

I am enjoying feeling the curves of my body and am lamenting that it will soon be consumed by fire.

Striptease Finale
Finally...after much drama with each undergarment removal...I'm down to my last two remaining items of lingerie, my last bra and my last petticoat. With my midriff now bare, my very narrow waist makes my extreme hourglass figure evident.

Very close to being nude, I now unhook behind my back, and then slowly remove my final bra. This finally exposes my naked breasts, which pop out perkily with large erect nipples encircled by my largish areolas…the pink and red contrasting against my alabaster skin. While my breasts aren’t unusually big, they jut out impressively, with my unusually prominent nipples and areolas capping them spectacularly like twin snow-capped peaks (Les Grands Tetons). They are framed by my locks of long dark hair, streaming over my shoulders on either side, with a few strands gently wafting over.

The anticipation mounts to a fever pitch after my breasts are revealed and only the final very soft silky petticoat remains with elastic around my waist. The Holy Grail is to be the revelation of my Holy of Holies...my vulva, the ultimate seat of my femininity and womanhood, which is not normally seen by anyone besides myself, and has never been defiled. It is what is most private and precious to me and what I wish to guard most. I know that what is about to happen will defile it in truly horrifying and unimaginable ways. I would do anything possible to prevent that, but I know what’s inevitable, and that I don’t have any choice.
 
So I slowly pull down the final undergarment. As I pull down, the elastic band slides over my hips, revealing my voluptuously rounded naked belly...and as it gradually reaches the bottom of my hips my sharply contrasting pubic hair starts to come into view…and then finally completely exposes my dark-hued bush. As I drop it to the flooring and step out of it, my naked vulva is at last revealed to the crowd!

Nude Exhibition
There is much fanfare as I'm now fully stripped bare for my execution, bushy naked vulva, tiny waist, jiggly pointy breasts with big nipples, and raven hair flowing around…all to great cheers from the crowd!

The crowd wants to see ALL of me, so in spite of my extreme embarrassment, my captors make me turn around on the platform in slow pirouettes while kicking my legs high as I turn, al la can-can, to fully show off my now-nude body to the crowds. I’m also asked to raise and lower my arms, clasping my hands behind my head while turning, to stretch and better show off my impressive breasts and nipples while in motion, all of which I do with much reluctance and enormous awkwardness.

There’s definitely a great deal more motion than was expected when I accidentally trip and lose my balance as I’m kicking/turning, which also causes some dramatic additional flailing arm and breast movement as I wildly try to catch myself...to amused titters from the crowd.  I do manage to catch myself before falling, but my already acute embarrassment is raised another level (the skin of my torso and face literally flushed red; I’m actually full-body blushing!), and my near fall causes an additional twinge of apprehension in the pit of my stomach/vulva.

This is the ultimate humiliation for me, having the crowd see my naked vulva and breasts, in addition to my stumble, and my mortification is complete. The crowd’s evident enjoyment of my huge embarrassment makes it all the worse. But I'm feeling even more immense dread about what is to come next...

Final Preparation for Burning
Once the crowd has had the opportunity to view my fully naked body, my vulva is to be prepared for the ultimate desecration. I’m led down off my stripping platform, past the neat pile of lingerie which so recently covered my body and gave me a brief veneer of dignity. On the ground, my hands are yet again tied behind my back, where they’ll remain for the rest of my now-brief life. This time, the tying is more elaborate for unknown reasons. 

With any shreds of dignity completely gone, I'm led to a preparation area and am roughly forced to sit on the ground and open my legs. Without the use of my hands, this is awkward and I stumble and sit hard. While two captors hold my legs apart, another uses a large paint brush dipped in a container of kerosene/gasoline mixture, and crudely paints my vulva, already wet with anticipation, with the flammable liquid in order for it to burn first and hottest when I'm lit on fire. The mixture also has a thickening agent which sticks to skin and hair, not quite napalm, but close. With my inner lips parted, it thoroughly coats the inside of my vulva including the mouth of my vagina, as well as my clit. It stings some, and tingles. I now reek of volatile petroleum, like a fuel spill at a gas station. My ample unshaved pubic hair absorbs large quantities of it, and will assure nearly explosive combustion as I burn. With much dread, I'm anticipating the accelerant properties on the burning of my vulva when I'm lit.

Now fully prepared for burning, I’m roughly lifted up, forced to stand, and am led to my stake, which is on a raised windy spot slightly above the gathered crowds, so that they get a good view of me on fire.


Staked
Totally nude, with my vulva tingling…wet and dripping with the aromatic kerosene/gasoline, I'm forced to climb up on the wood surrounding the base of my stake. The piles of wood are very rough and uneven, and without the use of my hands I would almost certainly stumble and fall, but several captors are already positioned there and guide me, rough hands grabbing and partially lifting (with a little bit of crude groping along the way), until I’m positioned at the top of the pyre and stand against the stake, quivering with fear.

At this point I'm tightly lashed to it, my arms down at my side and my hands pinned between my naked buttocks and the splintery wood of the stake. It’s now obvious to me why extra care was taken in binding my hands the last time…thinner rope was used, with each hand tied separately and then joined together with thin strands. This allows my hands to lie flat between my buttocks and the stake as I’m tightly bound. In addition to being decisively attached to where I’ll die, with no possibility of working free, my vulva and striking breasts are front and center for all to see, with no possibility of shielding with my hands.

The morning air is still quite cold, and the stake is on a promontory more directly in the wind, in contrast to the calm air and comparative warmth of my stripping platform. I’m now shivering in my nudity, the penetratingly cold stiff breeze chilling me to the bone and blowing my long dark hair about wildly. I’m freezing!  But I know that very shortly, being cold will be the least of my concerns.

Contemplation
Nude, helpless, and firmly fastened to the stake, I contemplate my fate, the humiliation of the crowds staring at my extremely private naked body, enthusiastically anticipating it enveloped in flames...and most importantly, contemplate the imminent burning of my kerosene/gasoline soaked vulva.

I'm hoping against hope that somehow I'll be rescued in the nick of time before being burned.

Initially stoic, my spirit and resolve were broken after my failed escape attempt, and I subsequently pleaded with my captors to show mercy and spare me, obviously to no avail. While I know it’s futile, I again make plaintive pleas even while fastened to the stake.

Knowing I’m pinioned to my stake with no possibility of escape doesn’t stop me from desperately trying. I pull and heave against my bonds with every ounce of strength I have, the ropes chafing into me as I struggle and twist. But my captors have fastened me well, and all my efforts are completely useless.

My otherwise perfectly complected white skinned body is marred a little by the cuts, scratches and bruises sustained in yesterday’s nude escape attempt and the manhandling, but since it’s about to be consumed by flames, I know this is inconsequential.

My execution is a huge event, and widely anticipated by the large crowd of people who have eagerly come to witness it. Some are perhaps sympathetic, and feeling sorrow at my predicament, but the vast majority are relishing what is about to happen. They want to see me burn.

I'm left fastened to the stake and shivering in the cold for a suitable dramatic delay…so that the crowds can further ogle my doomed, erotically exquisite nude body...and revel in my abject terror.

I think about my sister, and what she must have been going through when she was in the same predicament only a month ago. She was the more outgoing older sister, and I the younger shyer one. I know she didn’t have the body embarrassment issues that I do, so at least she wasn’t as humiliated by the stripping and the nudity. But she faced and then experienced the same excruciating pain in her burning that I’m about to go through. As the younger sister, I was very competitive and worked hard to be tougher than she was, and indeed was a faster runner and better fighter. But can I face this ordeal with as much stoicism as I imagine she did?  Clearly not, as my former strength has collapsed and I’m now only feeling panic.

The View from the Stake
While my body is fastened securely and tightly, with no room to shift at all, my head is free to move about as far as my neck allows. I look at the faces of my captors guarding me, and of the nearest faces in the crowd of onlookers. I look for any traces of compassion, any hint of anyone who might who might see that I’m a human being with real feelings and who might be feeling sympathetic towards a fellow human in distress. I especially look for faces of women in the crowd, who might be feeling sympathetic towards another female, and the horror she’s going through. I’m not surprised that my captors have hard, impassive faces, and I’m not completely surprised that I don’t see sympathy on the faces of any of the men in the crowd. But I am surprised and somewhat shocked that the women’s faces similarly lack any signs of sympathy. I would expect that at least some women would be able to identify with the humiliation of being publicly stripped, and then facing excruciating death by burning. They have similar female body parts, and I would expect that they would be better able to identify with my predicament and the agony I’m about to go through. But in all the faces I can pick out, I’m not able to see a single face with anything but excitement and blood lust. I don’t see a significant difference between the faces of the men and the faces of the women. They all seem to view me only as an object for their entertainment, and only want to see my lovely body burn. I imagine that many if not most of them watched my sister burn, and I wonder if they know that I’m her sister and how they’ll compare us. I was competitive with her in life, but being compared to her in burning is not something I relish!  My mind shifts to what’s about to happen. I suppose there’s a macabre fascination with watching a human body burn…the initial blistering and reddening, the flesh cooking, the blood boiling and coagulating, and the body fat eventually possibly melting and rendered to stoke the fire, but in this case it’s my body! It’s the ultimate horror to contemplate these details of what’s about to happen to me!

I lower my head and gaze down at my body. Looking down, I can see every part of me that is about to be burned, with the obvious exception of my face and head, my back, and my hands pinned tightly behind my fleshy buttocks.

My breasts are the closest thing I see, with my twin erect hard nipples jutting out imposingly. I contemplate my breasts, so soft and bouncy and pleasant to touch, and speculate that with high fat content, they may burn impressively like large candles, once the temperature gets high enough. I hope and pray that I’m dead by the time this happens, as the thought of this is simply unbearable.

My dark hair would normally hang down just past the tops of my breasts, but with the intense cold wind, it’s not hanging, but instead whipping about wildly. It contrasts nicely with my pale skin. I wonder when and how it will burn, and whether it will burn away and leave me bald before the fire finally consumes my head and pretty face. 

I have no tan lines, since up until my capture, I’ve always covered my skin. So nearly all the skin I see in my downward gaze is very white. I imagine my lovely porcelain-white skin will shortly be very red and blistered, maybe turning dark brown as it cooks and dries out, before eventually ending up charcoal black.

I look down at my strong slender legs with muscular thighs, and my bare feet, still resting on the top of a solid piece of wood which will shortly be burning violently. My legs are powerful, and have served me well, but will soon be incinerated and destroyed. They nearly carried me to freedom, but unfortunately not quite! 

Then I look at my narrow waist and contrasting wide hips, my cute unadorned belly button, and then the V of my vulva, converging at the apex of my alabaster thighs and slightly rounded soft white belly…and with my dark pubic hair, it’s standing out like a giant triangular bull’s eye. It’s wet and dripping, saturated with kerosene/gasoline and still stinging and tingling. With the accelerant, this is what will burn first, and where I’ll feel the heat as soon as the fire erupts. I’m feeling intense sensations there, anticipating the fire which is shortly to come. My vulva will be the focal point of the fire, and most of my contemplation and dread is focused on just how this will feel.

Crescendo to Finale
My level of terror is reaching a crescendo. Tightly bound, I'm shaking and squirming with fear, lamenting at how I've come to this, and still futilely hoping against hope for a highly improbable dramatic rescue.

I’m still shivering in the bitterly cold wind, and since my last plaintive plea, I’ve been quietly sobbing with helpless desperation. Now my sobs have become palpable, and my chest is heaving with ragged breaths as I gasp in apprehension and absolute panic.

My face shows abject terror and my eyes widen as I see my executioner approaching with a lit torch.

Then, the executioner arrives at the base of my pyre with his torch, and with a flourish, the flames are lit.

The kindling catches, and at first burns somewhat slowly, crackling as it spreads to more and more of the kindling. I watch transfixed with morbid fascination as the fire slowly spreads, knowing that it will shortly be the instrument of my death.

Then the fire grows to where I finally feel the heat of the flames, and while a momentary relief from the intense cold, all hope is at last gone, as I realize with grim finality that I'm now irrevocably past the point of no return. Nothing can possibly save me anymore; my complete immolation is but moments away.

Finale
After a brief hesitation, the fire rapidly blossoms into a raging inferno. At this point the flames quickly envelop my vulva, and I feel the intense burning there, augmented by the kerosene/gasoline accelerant.

I scream with orgasmic pleasure/pain as I’m completely engulfed by the violently hot flames!

The intense burning sensations in my vulva are absolutely unreal. The fire is my first and only lover, and brutally ravishes me, having its unchecked masculine will with my femininity…as the hot phallic core of the conflagration utterly devours me from the inside out!

My body is consumed in an absolute orgasm of fire!

The watching crowds roar in approval...