messaline
Crucified Amazon
When we read that, we're thinking that it could be interesting to come to the Garden ... 
Mmmmm, yes! Very interesting to see that ...
Mmmmm, yes! Very interesting to see that ...
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My Master's Garden
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Erick Stratton
Spectator
Nice build-up to what I know will be an incredible crucifixion! I love the introduction of the Executioner's Assistant! Might Liliana join poor culus on his special day?
culus
Governor
My Master's Garden: With Surgical Skill
The Executioner's Assistant left me tied to the trestle and returned a few minutes more with Elias. I was unshackled and led to a wooden frame/rack. Together they lifted me up and placed me on my back, stretching my limbs to the maximum degree and tying my wrists and ankles with heavy, coarse ropes. These ropes were attached to a crank and, once I was fully stretched out, Elias was instructed to begin turning each crank in equal turns. He was careful to go slowly and I could feel my arms and then legs pulled tight and then pulled just enough more that I was in discomfort but no real pain.
My chief tormentor then produced two heavy leather straps one of which he secured across my forehead and the other around my neck and fastened to the rack. I was immobilized and terrified. He then inserted a metal dental gag into my mouth, spreading my mouth open as far as it would go. I lay there, my heart beating in my chest and sweat beginning to trickle from my armpits and inner things.
He then picked up a scalpel from the table and motioned for Elias to stand by. I was unable to see what the boi was doing, but the Executioner's Assistant stood over me now holding the scalpel and began to describe what lay in store for me. "Your Master would like for you to exemplify a slave bound for crucifixion, happy in his fate. Since I know that you will not possess the ability to smile I will now, with my trained surgical technique, fashion a permanent smile for you." Then, without warning he moved in close and, taking the scalpel, made an incision in my upper lip, splitting it at the top, before cutting a similar line down the middle of the bottom lip. I could feel the blood in my mouth and the pain was unbearable. Quickly he took the scalpel and made inch long incisions on the corners of my mouth. He then called to Elias, who fetched a needle and surgical thread. With a steady hand he pulled the skin of my upper lip apart and back and sewed the wound together before performing the same sewing method on the left and right sides of my mouth. My lips had been split and pealed back, revealing my gums and teeth and leaving my face with a permanent, macabre smile. Elias wiped the blood from my face and poured water into my mouth and across my teeth and gums. Lastly he applied black tar pitch to the wounds to keep from further bleeding.
The Executioner's Assistant returned to the table and chose the thin, band, a razor-sharp wire, really, and turned his careful attention to my genitals. Pulling up on my flaccid penis he grabbed my balls and pulled them in a downward motion before placing the wire band around them, adjusting it so that it was in a position encircling the base of my testicles. Satisfied that it was placed correctly, he then tied the wire into a knot and then trimmed the excess off. I felt tremendous pain in my scrotum and could feel the blood being cut off from my balls. "Excellent. Just excellent," he said. This will make it easier for the Executioner to slice them off and make a pretty necklace to tie around your pretty neck!" Now I was despondent and understood that I, like condemned prisoners in ancient times, would have my genitals cut off while I hung upon the cross. I cried out but the disfigurement of my mouth only left me babbling, with spittle flying from my tongue.
Elias came nearer now and began to rub and pinch my nipples, causing me to arch my back and my penis to grow erect and rigid. I couldn't see them but my balls were purple in color now and small drops of blood dripped from the razor wire bound around them.
My nipples stimulated to erection, the Executioner's Assistant approached with a heavy steel needle. Grabbing my left tit with between two fingers he inserted the needle through it and then, pulling it out, replaced it with a heavy gauge bar. This was done to my right tit as well and my screams echoed through the stone chamber. Elias once again dutifully cleaned the blood that covered my chest and rubbed a small amount of tar pitch on the wounds and areola. Another needle was produced and inserted through the frenum, soon replaced by another steel bar. Elias applied the tar pitch under the head of my tortured penis. Now he selected the large, ribbed dilator from the table and, grabbing my hard penis, parted the meatus and inserted the intruder to it's full depth up the urethra, causing me to vomit from the pain. Elias was quick to clean up the mess. The Executioner's Assistant then fastened a clip on the dilator to a clip on the steel bar, ensuring that the dilator would not dislodge and keep my tortured, swollen penis hard and burning with pain
I was left alone then, for how long I cannot say, but the pain soon rendered me unconscious. When I came to I had been secured to the trestle, once again belly down, my legs spread so wide I ached there. Blood and saliva dripped from my savaged mouth and my balls were now numb, though my penis was rock hard and seemed to be on fire. This was a Hell I could not imagine and the worse was yet to come.
The Executioner's Assistant returned, accompanied by the faithful Elias, and stroked my back and buttocks before spreading my anus with his fingers and commenting, "In my preliminary examination I determined that your hole is much too tight and too small to admit the monster phallus that is mounted on your Master's cross. Therefore, I must improve upon this puny, puckered anus so that you it will fit properly up your slave rectum." Slapping me on the bare bottom he proceeded to the table laid out with instruments and selected a special scalpel. Elias had walked behind me and reached into a pot of bacon grease, taking a large dab and pushing it into my anus, taking time to lubricate it adequately. Once well greased, he disappeared again and the Executioner's Assistant walked behind me, pushing my legs painfully apart with his knees. Without warning he shoved the dildo into my hole as far as it would go. Taking the scalpel he inserted it into the space between the anus and dildo and sliced upwards at the top, cutting through the sphincter muscle and stopping just at the cleft between the buttocks. Horrific pain shot through every part of my tortured body and I had hardly recovered from the shock when took the scalpel again, moving down and cutting through the lower muscle and down just to the perineum. Taking the muscle there he quickly pulled it as far apart as possible and sewed the flap back against the skin, top and bottom. Once the stitches were in place he pulled out the dildo. My most intimate of orifices was now a huge and ugly, gaping hole, with scarred, swollen lips that protruded obscenely between my buttocks and was now openly visible to all.
"I will leave you to heal some now boi. The swelling of your once private lips will be a delightful adornment and bring the crowd much amusement as you carry your cross beam to Crucifixion Hill. And the newly-wrought smile upon your face will demonstrate your joy at dying for your Master. I am skilled at my vocation and will sleep well tonight knowing how much my handiwork will be admired in a few short hours.
Laying upon the trestle I cried salty tears that mixed with the saliva spittle dribbling from my now grotesque mouth. The pain in my rudely pierced tits, shafted penis and now disfigured anus tortured me in a chorus of agonized ways that no human being should suffer. Crucifixion would be a blessing now I thought. Or would it?
The Executioner's Assistant left me tied to the trestle and returned a few minutes more with Elias. I was unshackled and led to a wooden frame/rack. Together they lifted me up and placed me on my back, stretching my limbs to the maximum degree and tying my wrists and ankles with heavy, coarse ropes. These ropes were attached to a crank and, once I was fully stretched out, Elias was instructed to begin turning each crank in equal turns. He was careful to go slowly and I could feel my arms and then legs pulled tight and then pulled just enough more that I was in discomfort but no real pain.
My chief tormentor then produced two heavy leather straps one of which he secured across my forehead and the other around my neck and fastened to the rack. I was immobilized and terrified. He then inserted a metal dental gag into my mouth, spreading my mouth open as far as it would go. I lay there, my heart beating in my chest and sweat beginning to trickle from my armpits and inner things.
He then picked up a scalpel from the table and motioned for Elias to stand by. I was unable to see what the boi was doing, but the Executioner's Assistant stood over me now holding the scalpel and began to describe what lay in store for me. "Your Master would like for you to exemplify a slave bound for crucifixion, happy in his fate. Since I know that you will not possess the ability to smile I will now, with my trained surgical technique, fashion a permanent smile for you." Then, without warning he moved in close and, taking the scalpel, made an incision in my upper lip, splitting it at the top, before cutting a similar line down the middle of the bottom lip. I could feel the blood in my mouth and the pain was unbearable. Quickly he took the scalpel and made inch long incisions on the corners of my mouth. He then called to Elias, who fetched a needle and surgical thread. With a steady hand he pulled the skin of my upper lip apart and back and sewed the wound together before performing the same sewing method on the left and right sides of my mouth. My lips had been split and pealed back, revealing my gums and teeth and leaving my face with a permanent, macabre smile. Elias wiped the blood from my face and poured water into my mouth and across my teeth and gums. Lastly he applied black tar pitch to the wounds to keep from further bleeding.
The Executioner's Assistant returned to the table and chose the thin, band, a razor-sharp wire, really, and turned his careful attention to my genitals. Pulling up on my flaccid penis he grabbed my balls and pulled them in a downward motion before placing the wire band around them, adjusting it so that it was in a position encircling the base of my testicles. Satisfied that it was placed correctly, he then tied the wire into a knot and then trimmed the excess off. I felt tremendous pain in my scrotum and could feel the blood being cut off from my balls. "Excellent. Just excellent," he said. This will make it easier for the Executioner to slice them off and make a pretty necklace to tie around your pretty neck!" Now I was despondent and understood that I, like condemned prisoners in ancient times, would have my genitals cut off while I hung upon the cross. I cried out but the disfigurement of my mouth only left me babbling, with spittle flying from my tongue.
Elias came nearer now and began to rub and pinch my nipples, causing me to arch my back and my penis to grow erect and rigid. I couldn't see them but my balls were purple in color now and small drops of blood dripped from the razor wire bound around them.
My nipples stimulated to erection, the Executioner's Assistant approached with a heavy steel needle. Grabbing my left tit with between two fingers he inserted the needle through it and then, pulling it out, replaced it with a heavy gauge bar. This was done to my right tit as well and my screams echoed through the stone chamber. Elias once again dutifully cleaned the blood that covered my chest and rubbed a small amount of tar pitch on the wounds and areola. Another needle was produced and inserted through the frenum, soon replaced by another steel bar. Elias applied the tar pitch under the head of my tortured penis. Now he selected the large, ribbed dilator from the table and, grabbing my hard penis, parted the meatus and inserted the intruder to it's full depth up the urethra, causing me to vomit from the pain. Elias was quick to clean up the mess. The Executioner's Assistant then fastened a clip on the dilator to a clip on the steel bar, ensuring that the dilator would not dislodge and keep my tortured, swollen penis hard and burning with pain
I was left alone then, for how long I cannot say, but the pain soon rendered me unconscious. When I came to I had been secured to the trestle, once again belly down, my legs spread so wide I ached there. Blood and saliva dripped from my savaged mouth and my balls were now numb, though my penis was rock hard and seemed to be on fire. This was a Hell I could not imagine and the worse was yet to come.
The Executioner's Assistant returned, accompanied by the faithful Elias, and stroked my back and buttocks before spreading my anus with his fingers and commenting, "In my preliminary examination I determined that your hole is much too tight and too small to admit the monster phallus that is mounted on your Master's cross. Therefore, I must improve upon this puny, puckered anus so that you it will fit properly up your slave rectum." Slapping me on the bare bottom he proceeded to the table laid out with instruments and selected a special scalpel. Elias had walked behind me and reached into a pot of bacon grease, taking a large dab and pushing it into my anus, taking time to lubricate it adequately. Once well greased, he disappeared again and the Executioner's Assistant walked behind me, pushing my legs painfully apart with his knees. Without warning he shoved the dildo into my hole as far as it would go. Taking the scalpel he inserted it into the space between the anus and dildo and sliced upwards at the top, cutting through the sphincter muscle and stopping just at the cleft between the buttocks. Horrific pain shot through every part of my tortured body and I had hardly recovered from the shock when took the scalpel again, moving down and cutting through the lower muscle and down just to the perineum. Taking the muscle there he quickly pulled it as far apart as possible and sewed the flap back against the skin, top and bottom. Once the stitches were in place he pulled out the dildo. My most intimate of orifices was now a huge and ugly, gaping hole, with scarred, swollen lips that protruded obscenely between my buttocks and was now openly visible to all.
"I will leave you to heal some now boi. The swelling of your once private lips will be a delightful adornment and bring the crowd much amusement as you carry your cross beam to Crucifixion Hill. And the newly-wrought smile upon your face will demonstrate your joy at dying for your Master. I am skilled at my vocation and will sleep well tonight knowing how much my handiwork will be admired in a few short hours.
Laying upon the trestle I cried salty tears that mixed with the saliva spittle dribbling from my now grotesque mouth. The pain in my rudely pierced tits, shafted penis and now disfigured anus tortured me in a chorus of agonized ways that no human being should suffer. Crucifixion would be a blessing now I thought. Or would it?
Erick Stratton
Spectator
Unbelievable imagination! Gruesome but very erotic and arousing. I like it a lot.
culus
Governor
Thank you. I have a lot of time to think about my stories when I am in bondage or under restraint.
Gibbs505
SERVORUM DOMITOR
Indeed, for me, gone past erotic.
For me, it's not the 'gore' that's the problem - but when any of our stories move on from the build-up of suspense, anticipation, sense of mystery - what's going on? what's going to happen? - to the physical, anatomical details of what does happen, it does go cold for me. It was a very good, indeed gripping story up to this point. For me a few hints would have been enough to set my imagination running, I like it better that way.
But that's only my opinion, others may find the detailed description arousing too, as the rest of the story has been for me.
But that's only my opinion, others may find the detailed description arousing too, as the rest of the story has been for me.
culus
Governor
My Master's Garden: The End Has Come
Dawn broke with no warning and I tried to lift my weary head enough to relieve my stiff neck. In doing so I could feel the heavy metal bars dragging down my pierced nipples and the beaded dilator still buried in my urethra. My mouth was numb as were my cinched balls and grossly enlarged anus. I had been given no food or drink in almost 48 hours and my mind was delirious, both with the pain and violation of my body at both ends. A quick death would be a blessing. But that was not to be my fate. I heard the words of the Executioner's Assistant in my head and realized that my death would be anything but quick. I was condemned to a prolonged and no doubt horrifying end. So this would be the end of my life, played out for the benefit of an audience whose size I could not even begin to speculate upon.
My deep despair was brought short by the sound of the doors being unbolted and then heavy boots as they trod on the cold stone floor. The guards had come and I was quickly unshackled from the punishment trestle and brought to my feet. I could not stand on my own and had to be supported by the guards. Even then, despite my disfigurement and all the indignities heaped upon me in that chamber, I was suddenly consciously aware of my posture and bearing. With all of the strength I could muster I drew myself to my full height and tried to regain some measure of dignity. My efforts brought laughter from the guards, who placed my head and hands in a rough wooden yoke and roped my neck with a coarse, heavy rope that hung down on my chest reaching just to my navel.
The heavy doors opened and I was half-dragged out into the bright sunlight, blinded by the harsh light and walking on shaky, feeble legs. Once my eyes had adjusted I could see a platform in the courtyard and Elias, the slave boi, standing alone, wearing a white toga, his dark, curly hair crowned with a ring of green leaves that made him resemble a Greek god.
Tied to a post behind Elias was Liliana, her neck and hands also yoked in a crude wooden device that had been attached to the post, displaying her naked, white body in all it's beauty. Her raven hair had been cut off and her head shaved bald and her underarms were denuded as well. My eyes met hers and it was then that I could see her disfigured mouth, like my own, cut and sewn to create a permanent smile. Her nipples were stretched by large metal rings, but her vagina remained untouched, its lush, velvet pink folds visible to all eyes.
Soon I, too, was attached to a nearby post, for what I could not imagine. Elias greeted the guards and brought out a pot and brush. Removing the lid of the pot he took a small stick and stirred the unseen mixture until satisfied that it was ready for application. Dipping his brush into the pot he pulled it out and I could see that it was paint, of a bright red shade. Moving to Liliana Elias began to carefully apply the paint to her skull and face until her entire head was painted red. He proceeded to paint her breasts, navel and vagina. A motion to the guards and the two burly men approached and lifted Liliana's legs, spreading them apart and up and presenting her anus. To my horror I observed that Liliana, too, had suffered unmerciful cuts to her hole. Elias took great pains to paint the gaping, distorted anus and once he finished the guards lowered her legs and she stood upon the platform, decorated as one condemned, her most intimate of parts emblazoned in scarlet.
It was now my turn and I could feel the wet paint and strokes of the brush on my bald scalp, forehead, around my eyes and cheekbones, then on my own tits, navel and penis and balls. Another motion from Elias and the guards lifted my legs, pushing my knees against my chest and exposing my asshole. Elias seemed to be at his most artistic as he painted the violated orifice. The guards lowered my legs and I sank, from weakness and exhaustion, my knees buckling and my chest and belly sagging. My head hung down, my chin resting against the splintered wood of the yoke, and I could see the shiny bars piercing my tits and my rock hard penis pointing skyward, the silver bar holding the dilator inside the meatus and urethra, glistening in the mid-day sun. The wire band around my balls had disappeared into the sensitive skin there and the testicles were swollen and purple. In the near distance, outside the courtyard wall, I could hear a noise much like the buzzing of insects and occasional louder cries that punctuated the din.
A drumbeat was heard and the courtyard gates opened. Liliana and I were taken from our posts and pushed forward by the guards, out of the courtyard and into the garden. Looking around me I tried to take in the verdant sanctuary with all its fragrances and the music of the insects which made their homes there. As we walked down the main path, past the pond I had built, the waters were calm and serene. Not a breeze could be felt or a branch or leaf move. The sound I had heard grew louder and seemed to come from somewhere outside the garden wall. The guards pushed us forward, to the place where I expected the two crosses to stand, but they had disappeared. On the ground were two heavy beams, with a large notch in the top center. We were brought to a stop at this spot and our yokes removed. Liliana was thrown to the ground and her arms stretched above her head. Her guards quickly tied her wrists to the beam, then raised it and the poor girl up into a standing position, adjusting the heavy piece of wood so that she took the load across her neck and delicate, milk white shoulders.
My yoke removed, I was thrown on the hard ground and felt muscular hands grab my wrists and pull them above my head and stretched, before tying them tightly to the beam. Jerked up I found myself in a standing position, but bent over, the heavy beam weighing down my sore neck and shoulders. My chest and belly sagged and my buttocks shifted back and out. I was painfully conscious of my enlarged and scarred anus, thrust out and in plain view of the guards. My former life passed before my eyes - my childhood, my boyhood years, family and lovers, friends and others, my choice to give my self to slavery and where it had now lead me. But there was no time for recollection. The garden gates were open now and the road that lead through the fields to Crucifixion Hill was lined with a noisy, excited and raucous crowd, as many as three deep in places. And there, among those assembled to see my crucifixion were faces both foreign and familiar to me. I stumbled with halting steps, my naked body leaving nothing to the imagination, my cock throbbing and stabbing at the air in front of me, the heavy burden weighing down my neck and shoulders and my head painted blood red with a face marked with a grotesque, forced smile. I was abject in my shame and humiliation and the doomed Liliana walked ahead of me, her bare feet bruised and bloodied from the rocky road. The birds and butterflies, dragonflies and bees all continued to dwell in My Master's garden, but I would delight in them no more. The sun was now high in the sky and there was not a cloud in sight. My head hung down and I studied the dirt and stones in the road, afraid to look ahead to what I knew would be the end of all for me.
Dawn broke with no warning and I tried to lift my weary head enough to relieve my stiff neck. In doing so I could feel the heavy metal bars dragging down my pierced nipples and the beaded dilator still buried in my urethra. My mouth was numb as were my cinched balls and grossly enlarged anus. I had been given no food or drink in almost 48 hours and my mind was delirious, both with the pain and violation of my body at both ends. A quick death would be a blessing. But that was not to be my fate. I heard the words of the Executioner's Assistant in my head and realized that my death would be anything but quick. I was condemned to a prolonged and no doubt horrifying end. So this would be the end of my life, played out for the benefit of an audience whose size I could not even begin to speculate upon.
My deep despair was brought short by the sound of the doors being unbolted and then heavy boots as they trod on the cold stone floor. The guards had come and I was quickly unshackled from the punishment trestle and brought to my feet. I could not stand on my own and had to be supported by the guards. Even then, despite my disfigurement and all the indignities heaped upon me in that chamber, I was suddenly consciously aware of my posture and bearing. With all of the strength I could muster I drew myself to my full height and tried to regain some measure of dignity. My efforts brought laughter from the guards, who placed my head and hands in a rough wooden yoke and roped my neck with a coarse, heavy rope that hung down on my chest reaching just to my navel.
The heavy doors opened and I was half-dragged out into the bright sunlight, blinded by the harsh light and walking on shaky, feeble legs. Once my eyes had adjusted I could see a platform in the courtyard and Elias, the slave boi, standing alone, wearing a white toga, his dark, curly hair crowned with a ring of green leaves that made him resemble a Greek god.
Tied to a post behind Elias was Liliana, her neck and hands also yoked in a crude wooden device that had been attached to the post, displaying her naked, white body in all it's beauty. Her raven hair had been cut off and her head shaved bald and her underarms were denuded as well. My eyes met hers and it was then that I could see her disfigured mouth, like my own, cut and sewn to create a permanent smile. Her nipples were stretched by large metal rings, but her vagina remained untouched, its lush, velvet pink folds visible to all eyes.
Soon I, too, was attached to a nearby post, for what I could not imagine. Elias greeted the guards and brought out a pot and brush. Removing the lid of the pot he took a small stick and stirred the unseen mixture until satisfied that it was ready for application. Dipping his brush into the pot he pulled it out and I could see that it was paint, of a bright red shade. Moving to Liliana Elias began to carefully apply the paint to her skull and face until her entire head was painted red. He proceeded to paint her breasts, navel and vagina. A motion to the guards and the two burly men approached and lifted Liliana's legs, spreading them apart and up and presenting her anus. To my horror I observed that Liliana, too, had suffered unmerciful cuts to her hole. Elias took great pains to paint the gaping, distorted anus and once he finished the guards lowered her legs and she stood upon the platform, decorated as one condemned, her most intimate of parts emblazoned in scarlet.
It was now my turn and I could feel the wet paint and strokes of the brush on my bald scalp, forehead, around my eyes and cheekbones, then on my own tits, navel and penis and balls. Another motion from Elias and the guards lifted my legs, pushing my knees against my chest and exposing my asshole. Elias seemed to be at his most artistic as he painted the violated orifice. The guards lowered my legs and I sank, from weakness and exhaustion, my knees buckling and my chest and belly sagging. My head hung down, my chin resting against the splintered wood of the yoke, and I could see the shiny bars piercing my tits and my rock hard penis pointing skyward, the silver bar holding the dilator inside the meatus and urethra, glistening in the mid-day sun. The wire band around my balls had disappeared into the sensitive skin there and the testicles were swollen and purple. In the near distance, outside the courtyard wall, I could hear a noise much like the buzzing of insects and occasional louder cries that punctuated the din.
A drumbeat was heard and the courtyard gates opened. Liliana and I were taken from our posts and pushed forward by the guards, out of the courtyard and into the garden. Looking around me I tried to take in the verdant sanctuary with all its fragrances and the music of the insects which made their homes there. As we walked down the main path, past the pond I had built, the waters were calm and serene. Not a breeze could be felt or a branch or leaf move. The sound I had heard grew louder and seemed to come from somewhere outside the garden wall. The guards pushed us forward, to the place where I expected the two crosses to stand, but they had disappeared. On the ground were two heavy beams, with a large notch in the top center. We were brought to a stop at this spot and our yokes removed. Liliana was thrown to the ground and her arms stretched above her head. Her guards quickly tied her wrists to the beam, then raised it and the poor girl up into a standing position, adjusting the heavy piece of wood so that she took the load across her neck and delicate, milk white shoulders.
My yoke removed, I was thrown on the hard ground and felt muscular hands grab my wrists and pull them above my head and stretched, before tying them tightly to the beam. Jerked up I found myself in a standing position, but bent over, the heavy beam weighing down my sore neck and shoulders. My chest and belly sagged and my buttocks shifted back and out. I was painfully conscious of my enlarged and scarred anus, thrust out and in plain view of the guards. My former life passed before my eyes - my childhood, my boyhood years, family and lovers, friends and others, my choice to give my self to slavery and where it had now lead me. But there was no time for recollection. The garden gates were open now and the road that lead through the fields to Crucifixion Hill was lined with a noisy, excited and raucous crowd, as many as three deep in places. And there, among those assembled to see my crucifixion were faces both foreign and familiar to me. I stumbled with halting steps, my naked body leaving nothing to the imagination, my cock throbbing and stabbing at the air in front of me, the heavy burden weighing down my neck and shoulders and my head painted blood red with a face marked with a grotesque, forced smile. I was abject in my shame and humiliation and the doomed Liliana walked ahead of me, her bare feet bruised and bloodied from the rocky road. The birds and butterflies, dragonflies and bees all continued to dwell in My Master's garden, but I would delight in them no more. The sun was now high in the sky and there was not a cloud in sight. My head hung down and I studied the dirt and stones in the road, afraid to look ahead to what I knew would be the end of all for me.
culus
Governor
Oh, no. There is one final chapter!
Thank you!
culus
Governor
You are most welcome SIR!
culus
Governor
My Master's Garden: An End on the Cross
As I staggered upon the rough ground my heart was racing and my mind in despair. Death awaited me and the poor Liliana atop Crucifixion Hill. One of the guards jerked the coarse rope around my neck and forced me to lift my head, choking as it tightened around my throat. A large crowd lined the road - men, women and children - and all were caught up in the festive atmosphere. The procession came to a stop and my eyes caught sight of something I did not expect and I held my breath as I took it in. There was a rough cart parked beside the road, with guards standing round it. Standing in the cart were four men, one older and the others younger. All were naked and yoked, their hair matted and dirty. It was my father and three brothers, whom I had not seen for over five years, since I had been asked to leave my home. My youngest brother, who was thirteen when I left, had matured to a young man of eighteen and his hairy chest and big, half-erect penis looked unnatural to me. My other brothers, now twenty one and twenty five, stood, yoked and hobbled, with cinched and weighted balls and flaccid cocks. I stared at their obscenely naked bodies and frightened eyes and knew that they despised me. They had been captured and stripped and were now bound for the slave auction, no doubt because of their relationship to me.
My father, though, was the most pitiful member of this small group. He had grown fat since I had last seen him and his belly was huge and protruded over his small penis and balls. His balding head was covered with sweat and he seemed to have trouble standing in the noon-day sun, burdened as he was by the yoke and the hobbles restraining his feet. He couldn't look me in the eye and I could see that he had pissed on the floor of the cart and was standing in his own puddle.
Once again the rope around my neck was pulled tight and a strong hand slapped my back, forcing me forward. I had lost sight of Liliana and the shouts and laughter of the crowd now grew so loud that I thought I would lose my mind. Here and there a young man walked along both sides of the road shouting out, "souvenirs, souvenirs, get your souvenirs here!" A man held up his hand and motioned for one of the young men. "Here, here, I'd like something!" The hawker approached with a small bag and held it up to his potential customer, "A lock of hair? From the head or a prized curl from the prisoner's bush? I have some beautiful, soft curls cut from around his penis for a price, and, some very special curls cut from around the anus!" "I'll take one of each" said the customer, handing over his money and quite pleased with his purchase. His wife smiled and flaunted a bracelet fashioned, no doubt from Liliana's shorn locks, and I thought for a moment that, even though I was soon to die that at least the shorn hair of my manhood would live on, never aging - a memento mori for some future generation to ponder.
The procession moved slowly on and I heard voices in the crowd hurling insults at my naked and abused body, laughing and pointing fingers at my disfigured anus, exposed and painted red for all the world to see and at my tortured, wire-cinched balls and rampant, brightly painted red penis, pointing toward the sky, stiff and throbbing. The rods thrust through my tits caused excruciating pain and my mutilated mouth formed a grotesque smile, exposing my teeth and dry, heavy tongue.
On and on we trudged, one mile, then two, and I could see ahead of me Crucifixion Hill growing closer by the step. The crowd had grown larger now and extra guards had been dispatched to keep them under control. It seemed like hours but finally we reached the base of the hill and I could see the Executioner's Assistant standing to one side. Liliana was being led up the hill and I could see figures standing at the summit, indistinguishable at that distance, but dark and foreboding still.
And then we had arrived. The crowd had grown to hundreds by that time and their chatter was deafening. It was then that I heard a slow drum roll and the voices began to subside. Liliana was standing about ten feet in front of me and one of the guards, a large, half-naked black man, was removing the rope from her neck. I felt the rope being pulled off of my own neck and I was marched, under the weight of my cross beam, to a place beside the poor slave girl.
The sun was high in the sky and the temperature soaring. We stood atop the hill and, as I squinted in the harsh light I saw two large posts laying on the ground and two holes beyond. One cross I recognized to be the one from my Master's garden and the phallus attached seemed impossibly large - a monster designed for a special purpose. The other cross had a U-shaped double phallus projecting from it and, in my dazed state I could not understand its purpose though I would soon discover it.
The black man picked up Liliana's cross beam and held it high in the air, exhibiting the naked girl to the crowd for a few moments, before lowering it to the ground. Another guard approached and together the two of them dragged the beam with it's victim and placed it in the slot atop the stipe, using a large peg and mallet to fix the two pieces together.
Two strong men hefted my own beam and raised me high in the air, my legs dangling, as the crowd roared in approval and I looked out into a sea of eager faces. I could then feel myself being lowered to the ground and my own beam secured to the stipe. I couldn't see Liliana but heard her cry out as the guards pulled her body towards the base of the stipe and then, lifting her legs and spreading them wide, lowered her onto the double cornu, one bulbous phallus shoved up her rectum and the other into her vagina. Both had been generously greased with animal fat. Once she had been impaled the guards walked the short distance to where I lay on the ground and pulled my legs apart and up against my chest as they lined up the monster phallus with my gaping anus before impaling me to the prostate. I could hear the crowd roar in excitement as the big, wooden cock filled my rectum and stretched the swollen, reconfigured lips of my now huge hole.
Ropes were then attached to each of our crosses and a small team of guards began to pull our crosses up and drag the heavy wood the few feet to the prepared holes. I could feel myself being raised and I struggled, my legs flailing, pinned as I was with twelve inches of pole jammed inside of me. The stipe was dropped into it's hole and rocked for a moment, further slamming the phallus into my prostate and jarring my rectum. Pieces of wood were then hammered between the stipe and the surrounding hole to make it steady. My legs still jerked as I hung there and I had grown dizzy and nauseous from the pain. Within a short time strong arms grabbed my ankles and pulled them up and tied them to the sides of the stipe, my legs pulled apart and my knees jutting out. I turned my head and saw Liliana, now hanging on her own cross, her breasts pointing out and her vagina invaded by the cornu. She was moaning loudly and the crowd was beginning to quiet down in order to savor the spectacle of our joint crucifixion.
It was then that one of the guards extended me a small mercy. He removed the ring that held the dilator in my urethra and pulled the invader out slowly, causing me to scream in agony. There was blood dripping from the slit in my penis but my erection had not subsided, abetted by the phallus that raped my hole and punished my prostate. My relief was short lived as another guard approached with a large, heavy stone with an iron ring affixed to the top. A chain was produced and one end attached to the ring and the other attached to the wire band around my balls. The chain was about twelve inches in length and when the guard dropped the stone electric pain shot through my scrotum and reverberated throughout my entire body.
My arms were going numb and my shoulders and chest causing me immense pain. I struggled to raise my upper body, pulling up with as much strength as I could muster, and I could feel the big phallus sliding inside my rectum. It took every ounce of strength as I pulled up, desperately trying to relieve the stress on my chest and shoulders, and feeling the phallus being expelled, with just a few inches of the bulbous head still lodged there. My strength failed me and I could feel myself sagging down, trying to slow down the impalement, but to no avail. I sunk down in one motion and felt the intruder slam into my already punished prostate. I rested then and through foggy eyes looked out on the crowd gathered to watch my humiliation and pain. Soon, the ache in my rectum forced me to pull up again, struggling to free myself of the greased cornu, only to slide down again. My cock was still rock hard and now dripping pre cum, and my balls had gone numb from being tied off and dragged down my the heavy stone.
I lost track of time and place and found myself in a struggle for survival that I knew I could never overcome. The extreme pain I felt was coupled with a sexual arousal as I rode the phallus and I soon writhed in a degraded, obscene dance of orgasm played out for the eyes of the hundreds gathered there. Oblivious to the spectators I rode the cornu and fucked myself in an unending rhythm of squatting and rising on the pole, my belly distended and my penis stabbing the air.
The Chief Executioner, clad in black leather and full hood, walked slowly up the hill and stood before the two crosses. Liliana had climaxed from the double phallus and her vaginal juices dripped on the ground in front of her cross. She was panting and flushed, her nipples erect and her eyes rolled back in her head.
The Executioner climbed a short ladder to finger her belly and pinch her nipples and she began to fuck herself again. I could feel my own orgasm rising up, the Cowper's Glans were stimulated mercilessly, and I pulled myself up slowly - one last attempt to escape the phallus. But my efforts were short lived, and now exhausted, I slumped down, taking the big cornu to the root and hung, defeated, to the delight of the onlookers. I could feel the climax as it stirred within my guts and pushed its way up. My ejaculation was so powerful that I almost passed out and great ropes of semen shot into the air as the crowd screamed with delight. It seemed to go on forever and my penis continued to spurt out globs of white cum for several minutes afterward. The Chief Executioner then motioned for the crowd to be silent and called one of the guards, who carried a bucket of tar pitch and a sponge. Standing quietly, he watched as the Chief Executioner picked up a knife and held it in the air to show the crowd. There was absolutely no sound at that point and I felt myself begin to struggle, terrified at what I knew was coming. He turned and in one quick motion, sliced my balls just below the wire band and they and the rock and chain fell to the ground. I screamed a scream of terror and pain and soon felt tar pitch swabbed on the place where my testicles had hung. The Chief Executioner had retrieved the ball sack and applied tar pitch to stop the bleeding. He then pierced the top of the sack with a small loop of rope and handed the grisly trophy to the guard. The guard climbed up a few steps on a small ladder and tied my severed nuts around my neck.
The crowd was in a fever pitch of excitement, eager for blood by now and knowing what would come next. The Chief Executioner stepped forward and pulled my now limp penis as far as possible from my groin and, in one quick motion, sliced it off. He handed the severed cock to the guard, who sealed the bleeding end with tar pitch. Without ceremony he climbed up the ladder and pushed the organ into my open mouth, against the back of my throat, then gagged me with a leather strap.
I was too weak to try to raise my upper body and now found breathing difficult. I choked on the penis stuffed in my mouth and moaned from the aching pain in my groin and rectum. My eyes were glazed over and my heartbeat pounding in my chest.
I don't know how much time went by. It was late afternoon and I turned my head to see Liliana hanging limp on her cross, no sign of life, her chest still. The guards stood by and the crowd remained. Just down the hill were two dead trees and I could see dozens of vultures on the bare limbs. My mind was playing tricks on me by then and I found myself working in the warm, summer sun of my Master's garden. All I could hear were the sounds of insects and bees and hummingbirds flew on their rounds among the flowers and trees. A gentle breeze caused tiny waves to ripple across the garden pond and big, billowy clouds moved across the azure blue sky. I was happy to toil in my Master's garden and feel the warm sun on my naked body. I was happy as a slave and strove to please my Master in every way I could. Now I would be a memory, my bones perhaps buried in the soil there and another, innocent boy tending my Master's garden in the shadow of the looming cross. I closed my eyes and surrendered then, and, as the last breath left my lungs I felt the sun shining brightly and I was not afraid.
As I staggered upon the rough ground my heart was racing and my mind in despair. Death awaited me and the poor Liliana atop Crucifixion Hill. One of the guards jerked the coarse rope around my neck and forced me to lift my head, choking as it tightened around my throat. A large crowd lined the road - men, women and children - and all were caught up in the festive atmosphere. The procession came to a stop and my eyes caught sight of something I did not expect and I held my breath as I took it in. There was a rough cart parked beside the road, with guards standing round it. Standing in the cart were four men, one older and the others younger. All were naked and yoked, their hair matted and dirty. It was my father and three brothers, whom I had not seen for over five years, since I had been asked to leave my home. My youngest brother, who was thirteen when I left, had matured to a young man of eighteen and his hairy chest and big, half-erect penis looked unnatural to me. My other brothers, now twenty one and twenty five, stood, yoked and hobbled, with cinched and weighted balls and flaccid cocks. I stared at their obscenely naked bodies and frightened eyes and knew that they despised me. They had been captured and stripped and were now bound for the slave auction, no doubt because of their relationship to me.
My father, though, was the most pitiful member of this small group. He had grown fat since I had last seen him and his belly was huge and protruded over his small penis and balls. His balding head was covered with sweat and he seemed to have trouble standing in the noon-day sun, burdened as he was by the yoke and the hobbles restraining his feet. He couldn't look me in the eye and I could see that he had pissed on the floor of the cart and was standing in his own puddle.
Once again the rope around my neck was pulled tight and a strong hand slapped my back, forcing me forward. I had lost sight of Liliana and the shouts and laughter of the crowd now grew so loud that I thought I would lose my mind. Here and there a young man walked along both sides of the road shouting out, "souvenirs, souvenirs, get your souvenirs here!" A man held up his hand and motioned for one of the young men. "Here, here, I'd like something!" The hawker approached with a small bag and held it up to his potential customer, "A lock of hair? From the head or a prized curl from the prisoner's bush? I have some beautiful, soft curls cut from around his penis for a price, and, some very special curls cut from around the anus!" "I'll take one of each" said the customer, handing over his money and quite pleased with his purchase. His wife smiled and flaunted a bracelet fashioned, no doubt from Liliana's shorn locks, and I thought for a moment that, even though I was soon to die that at least the shorn hair of my manhood would live on, never aging - a memento mori for some future generation to ponder.
The procession moved slowly on and I heard voices in the crowd hurling insults at my naked and abused body, laughing and pointing fingers at my disfigured anus, exposed and painted red for all the world to see and at my tortured, wire-cinched balls and rampant, brightly painted red penis, pointing toward the sky, stiff and throbbing. The rods thrust through my tits caused excruciating pain and my mutilated mouth formed a grotesque smile, exposing my teeth and dry, heavy tongue.
On and on we trudged, one mile, then two, and I could see ahead of me Crucifixion Hill growing closer by the step. The crowd had grown larger now and extra guards had been dispatched to keep them under control. It seemed like hours but finally we reached the base of the hill and I could see the Executioner's Assistant standing to one side. Liliana was being led up the hill and I could see figures standing at the summit, indistinguishable at that distance, but dark and foreboding still.
And then we had arrived. The crowd had grown to hundreds by that time and their chatter was deafening. It was then that I heard a slow drum roll and the voices began to subside. Liliana was standing about ten feet in front of me and one of the guards, a large, half-naked black man, was removing the rope from her neck. I felt the rope being pulled off of my own neck and I was marched, under the weight of my cross beam, to a place beside the poor slave girl.
The sun was high in the sky and the temperature soaring. We stood atop the hill and, as I squinted in the harsh light I saw two large posts laying on the ground and two holes beyond. One cross I recognized to be the one from my Master's garden and the phallus attached seemed impossibly large - a monster designed for a special purpose. The other cross had a U-shaped double phallus projecting from it and, in my dazed state I could not understand its purpose though I would soon discover it.
The black man picked up Liliana's cross beam and held it high in the air, exhibiting the naked girl to the crowd for a few moments, before lowering it to the ground. Another guard approached and together the two of them dragged the beam with it's victim and placed it in the slot atop the stipe, using a large peg and mallet to fix the two pieces together.
Two strong men hefted my own beam and raised me high in the air, my legs dangling, as the crowd roared in approval and I looked out into a sea of eager faces. I could then feel myself being lowered to the ground and my own beam secured to the stipe. I couldn't see Liliana but heard her cry out as the guards pulled her body towards the base of the stipe and then, lifting her legs and spreading them wide, lowered her onto the double cornu, one bulbous phallus shoved up her rectum and the other into her vagina. Both had been generously greased with animal fat. Once she had been impaled the guards walked the short distance to where I lay on the ground and pulled my legs apart and up against my chest as they lined up the monster phallus with my gaping anus before impaling me to the prostate. I could hear the crowd roar in excitement as the big, wooden cock filled my rectum and stretched the swollen, reconfigured lips of my now huge hole.
Ropes were then attached to each of our crosses and a small team of guards began to pull our crosses up and drag the heavy wood the few feet to the prepared holes. I could feel myself being raised and I struggled, my legs flailing, pinned as I was with twelve inches of pole jammed inside of me. The stipe was dropped into it's hole and rocked for a moment, further slamming the phallus into my prostate and jarring my rectum. Pieces of wood were then hammered between the stipe and the surrounding hole to make it steady. My legs still jerked as I hung there and I had grown dizzy and nauseous from the pain. Within a short time strong arms grabbed my ankles and pulled them up and tied them to the sides of the stipe, my legs pulled apart and my knees jutting out. I turned my head and saw Liliana, now hanging on her own cross, her breasts pointing out and her vagina invaded by the cornu. She was moaning loudly and the crowd was beginning to quiet down in order to savor the spectacle of our joint crucifixion.
It was then that one of the guards extended me a small mercy. He removed the ring that held the dilator in my urethra and pulled the invader out slowly, causing me to scream in agony. There was blood dripping from the slit in my penis but my erection had not subsided, abetted by the phallus that raped my hole and punished my prostate. My relief was short lived as another guard approached with a large, heavy stone with an iron ring affixed to the top. A chain was produced and one end attached to the ring and the other attached to the wire band around my balls. The chain was about twelve inches in length and when the guard dropped the stone electric pain shot through my scrotum and reverberated throughout my entire body.
My arms were going numb and my shoulders and chest causing me immense pain. I struggled to raise my upper body, pulling up with as much strength as I could muster, and I could feel the big phallus sliding inside my rectum. It took every ounce of strength as I pulled up, desperately trying to relieve the stress on my chest and shoulders, and feeling the phallus being expelled, with just a few inches of the bulbous head still lodged there. My strength failed me and I could feel myself sagging down, trying to slow down the impalement, but to no avail. I sunk down in one motion and felt the intruder slam into my already punished prostate. I rested then and through foggy eyes looked out on the crowd gathered to watch my humiliation and pain. Soon, the ache in my rectum forced me to pull up again, struggling to free myself of the greased cornu, only to slide down again. My cock was still rock hard and now dripping pre cum, and my balls had gone numb from being tied off and dragged down my the heavy stone.
I lost track of time and place and found myself in a struggle for survival that I knew I could never overcome. The extreme pain I felt was coupled with a sexual arousal as I rode the phallus and I soon writhed in a degraded, obscene dance of orgasm played out for the eyes of the hundreds gathered there. Oblivious to the spectators I rode the cornu and fucked myself in an unending rhythm of squatting and rising on the pole, my belly distended and my penis stabbing the air.
The Chief Executioner, clad in black leather and full hood, walked slowly up the hill and stood before the two crosses. Liliana had climaxed from the double phallus and her vaginal juices dripped on the ground in front of her cross. She was panting and flushed, her nipples erect and her eyes rolled back in her head.
The Executioner climbed a short ladder to finger her belly and pinch her nipples and she began to fuck herself again. I could feel my own orgasm rising up, the Cowper's Glans were stimulated mercilessly, and I pulled myself up slowly - one last attempt to escape the phallus. But my efforts were short lived, and now exhausted, I slumped down, taking the big cornu to the root and hung, defeated, to the delight of the onlookers. I could feel the climax as it stirred within my guts and pushed its way up. My ejaculation was so powerful that I almost passed out and great ropes of semen shot into the air as the crowd screamed with delight. It seemed to go on forever and my penis continued to spurt out globs of white cum for several minutes afterward. The Chief Executioner then motioned for the crowd to be silent and called one of the guards, who carried a bucket of tar pitch and a sponge. Standing quietly, he watched as the Chief Executioner picked up a knife and held it in the air to show the crowd. There was absolutely no sound at that point and I felt myself begin to struggle, terrified at what I knew was coming. He turned and in one quick motion, sliced my balls just below the wire band and they and the rock and chain fell to the ground. I screamed a scream of terror and pain and soon felt tar pitch swabbed on the place where my testicles had hung. The Chief Executioner had retrieved the ball sack and applied tar pitch to stop the bleeding. He then pierced the top of the sack with a small loop of rope and handed the grisly trophy to the guard. The guard climbed up a few steps on a small ladder and tied my severed nuts around my neck.
The crowd was in a fever pitch of excitement, eager for blood by now and knowing what would come next. The Chief Executioner stepped forward and pulled my now limp penis as far as possible from my groin and, in one quick motion, sliced it off. He handed the severed cock to the guard, who sealed the bleeding end with tar pitch. Without ceremony he climbed up the ladder and pushed the organ into my open mouth, against the back of my throat, then gagged me with a leather strap.
I was too weak to try to raise my upper body and now found breathing difficult. I choked on the penis stuffed in my mouth and moaned from the aching pain in my groin and rectum. My eyes were glazed over and my heartbeat pounding in my chest.
I don't know how much time went by. It was late afternoon and I turned my head to see Liliana hanging limp on her cross, no sign of life, her chest still. The guards stood by and the crowd remained. Just down the hill were two dead trees and I could see dozens of vultures on the bare limbs. My mind was playing tricks on me by then and I found myself working in the warm, summer sun of my Master's garden. All I could hear were the sounds of insects and bees and hummingbirds flew on their rounds among the flowers and trees. A gentle breeze caused tiny waves to ripple across the garden pond and big, billowy clouds moved across the azure blue sky. I was happy to toil in my Master's garden and feel the warm sun on my naked body. I was happy as a slave and strove to please my Master in every way I could. Now I would be a memory, my bones perhaps buried in the soil there and another, innocent boy tending my Master's garden in the shadow of the looming cross. I closed my eyes and surrendered then, and, as the last breath left my lungs I felt the sun shining brightly and I was not afraid.
culus
Governor
The End!
Thank you! We will see at weekend.
culus
Governor
Thank you Madiosi. I am truly honored!