william23
Magistrate
Second Life Revenge!
"Move it scum!" and the leaded tip of the scourge fell heavily onto my already lacerated back. "Come on you cunt, pick those feet up, move!"
"Crack," another blow from the whip and I nearly lose my balance with the heavy lumber roped to my bloody shoulders.
Dozens of people line the route to my crucifixion, hurling insults at me from all directions.
"Thief, robber, murderer, fucking cunt," I had heard them all and each one was deserved.
My life was that of an evil man, brought up with only one intention, to cause misery to all and now I must face the justice of the people.
The sweat running into my eyes stung like hell but I was unable to wipe it away. I kept blinking but to no avail, I shook my head to try and dislodge the salty liquid but that did not work either. One of the soldiers walking by my side, and wielding a whip, grinned at my predicament.
"Here, let me wipe your eyes," a blessed relief, but short lived, as he tore off my piss sodden loin cloth and rubbed it in my face. I splutter and try not to breathe in the musty smell of my bodily fluids. My eyes are now free but now I am fully exposed to the baying crowd. My flacid penis bobs out from the black, matted, pubic hair between my legs. This is greeted by laughter and squealing and the occasional grope from a female and some male hands.
"Leave him be!" bellowed a guard, "you will all have plenty of time to amuse him when he hangs on his cross."
Those words sent shivers coursing thru my now naked body. In the distance I could see my stipe rising from the rough ground ready to receive its living burden and the crude iron that would fix it to the wood.
More cracks from the whip and then silence!
I look all around, strange, I can still feel the sting of the whip, I can still feel the stones digging into the soles of my feet. I can still feel the grip of hands on my cock and watch as the crowds continue to mock and insult me, but no sound!
"Well, well, look where you have ended up," a low toned voice droned in my ear. I look around but there is no one here, I blink twice but still no one.
"My son, I can see it in your face, you want revenge."
"True right I do," I responded.
"Shut up, you cunt!" and the whip was laid over my well torn back. "No talking, just keep moving!"
"It's so unfair how you are being treated, you will soon have your revenge against these people that are called Christians, for it is they that have led you to this end."
I look around but there are only the men that will crucify me and the crowd that will watch me die.
"What is to happen?" I whisper quietly under my breath so as not to be heard by the guards.
"You know what must happen and the end will not be pleasant but do not fear death as this is only the beginning of the next part of your life.
To be continued...........................................................
"Move it scum!" and the leaded tip of the scourge fell heavily onto my already lacerated back. "Come on you cunt, pick those feet up, move!"
"Crack," another blow from the whip and I nearly lose my balance with the heavy lumber roped to my bloody shoulders.
Dozens of people line the route to my crucifixion, hurling insults at me from all directions.
"Thief, robber, murderer, fucking cunt," I had heard them all and each one was deserved.
My life was that of an evil man, brought up with only one intention, to cause misery to all and now I must face the justice of the people.
The sweat running into my eyes stung like hell but I was unable to wipe it away. I kept blinking but to no avail, I shook my head to try and dislodge the salty liquid but that did not work either. One of the soldiers walking by my side, and wielding a whip, grinned at my predicament.
"Here, let me wipe your eyes," a blessed relief, but short lived, as he tore off my piss sodden loin cloth and rubbed it in my face. I splutter and try not to breathe in the musty smell of my bodily fluids. My eyes are now free but now I am fully exposed to the baying crowd. My flacid penis bobs out from the black, matted, pubic hair between my legs. This is greeted by laughter and squealing and the occasional grope from a female and some male hands.
"Leave him be!" bellowed a guard, "you will all have plenty of time to amuse him when he hangs on his cross."
Those words sent shivers coursing thru my now naked body. In the distance I could see my stipe rising from the rough ground ready to receive its living burden and the crude iron that would fix it to the wood.
More cracks from the whip and then silence!
I look all around, strange, I can still feel the sting of the whip, I can still feel the stones digging into the soles of my feet. I can still feel the grip of hands on my cock and watch as the crowds continue to mock and insult me, but no sound!
"Well, well, look where you have ended up," a low toned voice droned in my ear. I look around but there is no one here, I blink twice but still no one.
"My son, I can see it in your face, you want revenge."
"True right I do," I responded.
"Shut up, you cunt!" and the whip was laid over my well torn back. "No talking, just keep moving!"
"It's so unfair how you are being treated, you will soon have your revenge against these people that are called Christians, for it is they that have led you to this end."
I look around but there are only the men that will crucify me and the crowd that will watch me die.
"What is to happen?" I whisper quietly under my breath so as not to be heard by the guards.
"You know what must happen and the end will not be pleasant but do not fear death as this is only the beginning of the next part of your life.
To be continued...........................................................