william23
Magistrate
Dawn Breaks
The sun slowly rose over the hills and the long shadows of the crosses spread across the uneven ground. There were still some low moans from the naked figures hanging from the crude nails and the occasional shudder as the crude spike edges touch a nerve. The guards returned to their posts and immediately sounded the alarm that the prisoners had escaped.
The Exactor Mortise strode out into, the early morning sun, and snarled at the sight that befell him.
"What!" he bellowed, "someone will pay dearly for this!"
He approached the foot of the girls crosses and surveyed the blood drenched bodies that hung from the beams. With the end of a sword he raised the sagging head up and looked into the glazed blue eyes of the victim. They were at peace and this made him furious that someone had spared them the true horrors of crucifixion. He looked at the other girl and saw the entry wound that had pierced her heart and ended her short life. Again, the anger in his eyes showed and he swung his sword and severed the breast clean off which dropped with a plop to the ground.
He faced the remaining victims that were alive and looked up into their tortured faces.
"Tell me, tell me who did this, or I will make the remaining time of your lives even more unbearable!" he stormed.
"W,w, we know nothing," spluttered one of the elders, "we saw nothing."
"Liar!" stormed the Exactor Mortise, "you lie and I will make you pay."
He then stormed off to his hut, leaving the hanging men to contemplate their fate.
Vestipus, Martha and the captain had scrambled up the steep hill and were nearing the summit.
"Wait," wheezed Martha, "we must rest, we will need all our strength if we are to make the coast on the other side."
"What plan do you have?" enquired Vestipus.
"To head over the other side and hide away on one of the fishing boats. I know a few people that will help us but we must be careful as there are many ears and we must trust nobody."
Just then a terrifying scream hit the early morning air.
The three looked down at the village below.
"They are starting to torture the prisoners," exclaimed Martha, "it's only a matter of time before one of them talks and then we will have very little time in which to reach the other side."
Down below the Exactor Mortise was applying the whip to the male genitals and the screams were emitting long and hard. The brazier was heating up and the rods were placed within the coals ready to be placed on the sensitive skin.
"I think I will start with the two younger ones," he smiled, and approached a blonde male in his early twenties.
He slapped the inner thigh of the boy, to get his attention, before pulling on the semi erect penis. Spiittlle dripped from his open mouth and he groaned as his penis twitched into life.
"Well, have you anything to say or must I increase your agony thrice?"
"Nnnno, ppleases, I saw nothing," he whimpered.
"We will see about that," he snarled, "bring me an iron from the fire."
A guard stoked the fire and removed a red tipped glowing rod with his heavy glove. The Exactor Mortise took the rod and approached the shaking man.
"Where shall I place this?" he asked, "perhaps I will start here," and he move the tip close to the boys nipple.
"Aaaaaargh!" he screamed as the flesh around the nipple began to sizzle.
"No, well let's try the other side," and the burning rod tip touched the soft flesh of the other nipple.
"Eeeeaargh!" more shrieks from the writhing boy.
"No more, no more," he cried, but the Exactor Mortise was not finished yet.
He looked down at the stiffening member and gripped it in his other hand. He rolled the skin back to expose the purple head fully to his gaze. Once again the rod touched the bare skin and the hideous screams started again. He watched as the youth tried to pull himself up, to avoid the fierce heat, but the spikes in his heels prevented the escape. The penis was disfigured beyond repair but the youth shook and fainted from the extreme pain that had been inflicted.
The remaining crucified looked in horror at the lad as his body now bore the scars and torture of the enquiry. Up on the hill the three took in the scene below them but decided that the rest must come to an end if they were to reach safety.
To be continued......................................................
The sun slowly rose over the hills and the long shadows of the crosses spread across the uneven ground. There were still some low moans from the naked figures hanging from the crude nails and the occasional shudder as the crude spike edges touch a nerve. The guards returned to their posts and immediately sounded the alarm that the prisoners had escaped.
The Exactor Mortise strode out into, the early morning sun, and snarled at the sight that befell him.
"What!" he bellowed, "someone will pay dearly for this!"
He approached the foot of the girls crosses and surveyed the blood drenched bodies that hung from the beams. With the end of a sword he raised the sagging head up and looked into the glazed blue eyes of the victim. They were at peace and this made him furious that someone had spared them the true horrors of crucifixion. He looked at the other girl and saw the entry wound that had pierced her heart and ended her short life. Again, the anger in his eyes showed and he swung his sword and severed the breast clean off which dropped with a plop to the ground.
He faced the remaining victims that were alive and looked up into their tortured faces.
"Tell me, tell me who did this, or I will make the remaining time of your lives even more unbearable!" he stormed.
"W,w, we know nothing," spluttered one of the elders, "we saw nothing."
"Liar!" stormed the Exactor Mortise, "you lie and I will make you pay."
He then stormed off to his hut, leaving the hanging men to contemplate their fate.
Vestipus, Martha and the captain had scrambled up the steep hill and were nearing the summit.
"Wait," wheezed Martha, "we must rest, we will need all our strength if we are to make the coast on the other side."
"What plan do you have?" enquired Vestipus.
"To head over the other side and hide away on one of the fishing boats. I know a few people that will help us but we must be careful as there are many ears and we must trust nobody."
Just then a terrifying scream hit the early morning air.
The three looked down at the village below.
"They are starting to torture the prisoners," exclaimed Martha, "it's only a matter of time before one of them talks and then we will have very little time in which to reach the other side."
Down below the Exactor Mortise was applying the whip to the male genitals and the screams were emitting long and hard. The brazier was heating up and the rods were placed within the coals ready to be placed on the sensitive skin.
"I think I will start with the two younger ones," he smiled, and approached a blonde male in his early twenties.
He slapped the inner thigh of the boy, to get his attention, before pulling on the semi erect penis. Spiittlle dripped from his open mouth and he groaned as his penis twitched into life.
"Well, have you anything to say or must I increase your agony thrice?"
"Nnnno, ppleases, I saw nothing," he whimpered.
"We will see about that," he snarled, "bring me an iron from the fire."
A guard stoked the fire and removed a red tipped glowing rod with his heavy glove. The Exactor Mortise took the rod and approached the shaking man.
"Where shall I place this?" he asked, "perhaps I will start here," and he move the tip close to the boys nipple.
"Aaaaaargh!" he screamed as the flesh around the nipple began to sizzle.
"No, well let's try the other side," and the burning rod tip touched the soft flesh of the other nipple.
"Eeeeaargh!" more shrieks from the writhing boy.
"No more, no more," he cried, but the Exactor Mortise was not finished yet.
He looked down at the stiffening member and gripped it in his other hand. He rolled the skin back to expose the purple head fully to his gaze. Once again the rod touched the bare skin and the hideous screams started again. He watched as the youth tried to pull himself up, to avoid the fierce heat, but the spikes in his heels prevented the escape. The penis was disfigured beyond repair but the youth shook and fainted from the extreme pain that had been inflicted.
The remaining crucified looked in horror at the lad as his body now bore the scars and torture of the enquiry. Up on the hill the three took in the scene below them but decided that the rest must come to an end if they were to reach safety.
To be continued......................................................