Eulalia's fall

You take opportunities when you get them. I was born a daughter of harem slave and when I became of marketable age was sold as a harem slave myself.

No one knew that I had learned the forbidden- for women- art of reading. That will both benefit and haunt me later in life. But for now I am sold to some slovenly ruler known as Lord Quercus to serve as one of his concubines. It is what I have been raised to do and he seems to fuck adequately as I have had an orgasm or two. But again with my studies I find Lord Quercus is neither brilliant or sober often. His castle staff call of him ‘Tree’ when they have no fear of repercussions. I suspect they have little respect for their ruler but he owns me as his concubine slave and I must perform at his whim.

Lord Quercus has some perverse sexual fetishes. His favorite is to lock me in a pillory and fuck me. He has little concern which ‘port’ he enters down there.

I finally decide that I had enough. He asks me to prepare him a drink one evening. I of course accommodate him though I put a bottle of poison in his vile whiskey. I figure a few sips and ‘Tree’ will be dead and I can flee this hellacious land.

What I do not expect as he pulls the glass to his lips he pauses to inhale. Without taking a drink he glares at me and says “I fear you have made a fatal mistake, Eulalia!”

He calls the guards and I find myself in dungeon cell with my neck and wrists locked in a heavy wood yoke and irons fastened around my ankles. My plan is not working out well.

-Eulalia

thehangingtree said:

You take opportunities when you get them. I was born a daughter of harem slave and when I became of marketable age was sold as a harem slave myself.
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-Eulalia

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That is one damn sexy outfit. Yes I could see any woman having her price driven up by being displayed in an outfit like that.

Of course by the time the sale ends we are all naked aren't we?

kisses

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A trial for a slave is certainly not required whether or not she has even committed a crime. Lord Quercus would be well in his rights to demand her execution but Tree was not in the mood for a swift execution of Eulalia. Instead he brought her before his court to give her a fair trial…

They would have beheaded me by now. It is a gruesomely painful way to die but is over pretty quickly.

Instead I am bound mostly naked kneeling before Lord Quercus and his court. He asks me how I wish to plea. With head bowed I reply “I have failed. I intended to kill you but was foiled.”

“As I have believed” he snaps back. “Prosecutor Tree, shall this slave be beheaded for her crime against our land and me?”

Prosecutor Tree takes a long drink of his elixir and after releasing a thunderous burp says “Lord Quercus, I feel that beheading this wench would be an overly kind punishment for her crime.”

“May I suggest you send her to the abbey and have her submitted to an inquisition to determine the extent of her immoral ideas so we can adequately punish the slave when she is executed? Besides it gives us more time to sell tickets for the event.”

‘Sell tickets’… to my execution? What is going on here?

-Eulalia

About time the Galloway Poisoner got her comeuppance

Eulalia is taken to Cruxton Abbey. It is, besides a place of occasional prayer, where young slaves are brought for suitable punishment for less than enthusiastic service of their master or mistress.

The punishment may seem severe but there are no reoccurrences of their sub-par behavior.

The Abbey is also known for permanently correcting adulterous behaviors of adventurous wives, although they are spared the humiliation of being hanged naked.

To the chagrin of Archbishop Despard Wragg IV Eulalia has been sent to the abbey not for her final punishment but to determine the seriousness of her intent to harm Lord Quercus. The archbishop understands the duty of the church however and prepares for the inquisition of young Eulalia.

By today’s standards the abbey’s inquisition may seem inhumanely cruel but this is how interrogations are done in those times. Eulalia is subjected to various methods of interrogation.

Some is a bit brutal but the slave bard proves none were fatal.

But when she saw the pear and it was explained the damage it would to her womanly parts Eul capitulated!

She may be a slave but she knows she is going to be executed. She prefers to die a whole woman.

The next morning (really early afternoon… after the archbishop has awaken and had his breakfast) Eulalia is presented to the archbishop. The fine white gown she wears is stripped to her waist and her wrists are bound over her head.

Seated before her is Archbishop Wragg. In a stern voice he says “I understand you wish to make a statement concerning your attempt to take Lord Quercus’ life.”

In perhaps not the wisest choice of words I state “Quercus is an ogre. He physically and sexually abused me. I planned to poison him and as he was dying I would cut off his balls and shove them down his throat!”

The archbishop is not amused.

-Eulalia

As a well-read cradle slave, and far from sub-standard sub,
i've been aware all along of the implications of my actions -
while my Lord Quercus may be lacking in sensitivity to some of the finer aspects of slavegirl ownership,
i know well that the least hint of alien chemistry in the aroma of his pirated imitation of Scotch Whisky
will set his alarm bells ringing and provoke a profound change in my experience of slavegirlhood -
from mere routine abuse in that uncomfortable pillory, to the full repertoire of stimulating 'supplices'
inflicted by the infamous Inquisition of Abbey of Villa Crucis -
a change which i have earnestly desired and plotted to bring about,
having been fascinated beyond belief by all i have read and learnt about the fates
of nubile females martyred to the lusts of those high priests of perversion ...
Yes! i am eager to experience the worst that the infernal imagination
of Satan's Archbishop can dream up to inflict on my trembling body -
So, lest there be any reluctance or hesitation on the part of my Torturers-to-be,
i choose the most insolent and provocative words to seal my fate ...

Eulalia said:

As a well-read cradle slave, and far from sub-standard sub, i've been aware all along of the implications of my actions -
while my Lord Quercus may be lacking in sensitivity to some of the finer aspects of slavegirl ownership,
i know well that the least hint of alien chemistry in the aroma of his pirated imitation of Scotch Whisky
will set his alarm bells ringing and provoke a profound change in my experience of slavegirlhood -
from mere routine abuse in that uncomfortable pillory, to the full repertoire of stimulating 'supplices'
inflicted by the infamous Inquisition of Abbey of Villa Crucis -
a change which i have earnestly desired and plotted to bring about,
having been fascinated beyond belief by all i have read and learnt about the fates
of nubile females martyred to the lusts of those high priests of perversion ...
Yes! i am eager to experience the worst that the infernal imagination
of Satan's Archbishop can dream up to inflict on my trembling body -
So, lest there be any reluctance or hesitation on the part of my Torturers-to-be,
i choose the most insolent and provocative words to seal my fate ...

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Well, Tree. It looks as if Eulalia just threw you a gauntlet! You have been asked to do your worst. A simple hanging or crucifixion won´t do it.

The archbishop comes to visit me in the rank dungeon cell that I am captivated in. He brings a friar with him who holds a tray with bottles lined across it. The archbishop says “Eulalia, each of these bottles contains a poison that will kill you. Some are more benevolent than others. I suggest you pick one and drink its contents. One will put you into a gentle sleep that you will not awake from. The worst will boil in your gut and you die a most painful death within a quarter of an hour. If you refuse I will have the good Sisters of Divine Penance flog you mercilessly then send you back to Lord Quercus with my recommended sentence for your execution.”

“I will not drink your potions. Do with me as you wish. I am but a slave bard but I accept whatever torments you or Quercus have in store my death” I reply with a haughtiness I have no right to have.

He laughs and says “Take this wench to the dungeon and have her flogged. Then send her back to Lord Quercus with my sealed letter recommending her sentence of execution!”

I thought Lord Quercus was a brutal master until I am subjected to a whipping by the nuns!

The young novice with encouragement from her Mother Superior beats me until I pass out!

I am placed in irons and loaded into a prison wagon to be returned to Lord Quercus for my execution. I have no hope of finding mercy. I wonder what form of execution I will be subjected to suffer. The wagon arrives in the capital and I am removed from it.

As I step down there are guards waiting to place even more irons on my ankles binding them to my wrists and to an iron collar around my neck. It seems a bit over the top. I am one naked slave woman escorted by a trio of guards; any one of them could subdue me.

I am brought to Lord Quercus’ court room wearing only the irons binding my limbs and neck. I have a hopeless feeling as I am brought before Quercus, another concubine named Barbara, and his head guard Angus.

Quercus glares over my bare body. With contempt flowing in his voice he says “Eulalia, you are a mere slave but one of a fair amount of intelligence. You are aware you have been condemned to death for attempted murder?”

“I am aware” I reply.

He looks down at Barbara and says “You have read Archbishop Wragg’s letter of recommendation for Eulalia’s execution. Would you please tell Eulalia what has been recommended for elimination?”

It is not a surprise that Barbara has read the archbishop’s letter… Quercus doesn’t know how to read. With a purr in her voice she says “The archbishop recommends this cunt is executed by crucifixion.”

Out of line by my status I reply “Crucifixion? I thought you were civilized people!”

“Oh, we are! The problem for you is that you are murderess slave woman and deserve the most brutal execution that you can possibly suffer” Barbara declares.

“Enough of this banter” Lord Quercus booms. “Slave Eulalia you will be nailed to a cross this Friday and hanged from it until you are dead!”

Naked? Clothed? Does it matter? I have read of this execution. It seems severe. I wish I had poisoned Quercus and fed him his balls. I wonder when Friday occurs…

-Eulalia

thehangingtree said:

“Crucifixion? I thought you were civilized people!”

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Depends how I say that -
'I thought you were civlized people!' (but you evidently aren't)
'I thought you were civilized people!' (and now I know you are)
Being well aware that crucifixion was practised by great ancient civilisations - Rome and Carthage, Arabia and Persia, China and Japan,
i of course understand that a mere slavegirl is greatly honoured by such a civilised mode of execution.

Friday arrives and Eulalia is brought from the cramped cell she has spent her last few days locked in. It is time to begin her crucifixion…

I am surrounded by Quercus’ soldiers. I’m stark naked and free of restraints. There is no escape however. The soldiers grope on my flesh and even friends of Lord Quercus feel my breasts and cunt. There is nothing I can do about this humiliation. I am nothing but a condemned slave woman.

I am handed my cross. The damn thing feels heavier than I weigh and I have to drag it to a hill outside the capital. I don’t know what being nailed to the cross will feel like but I have to carry the cross on my last walk. One may wonder why I carry the cross. What am I to do? I am naked and surrounded by a mob that lust to see me nailed to the cross and hanging from it until I die. The crowd has no mercy to show me. I drag the cross to city’s west gate surrounded by be the hostile mob that spares me no insult.

Being a condemned slave is nothing I considered when I tried to kill Quercus. It is only just I am damned to die Hanging nailed to a cross. I drag the cross up the hill. It would be a nice place for a picnic but one awful place to die…

-Eulalia

thehangingtree said:

Friday arrives and Eulalia is brought from the cramped cell she has spent her last few days locked in. It is time to begin her crucifixion…

I am surrounded by Quercus’ soldiers. I’m stark naked and free of restraints. There is no escape however. The soldiers grope on my flesh and even friends of Lord Quercus feel my breasts and cunt. There is nothing I can do about this humiliation. I am nothing but a condemned slave woman.
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I am handed my cross. The damn thing feels heavier than I weigh and I have to drag it to a hill outside the capital. I don’t know what being nailed to the cross will feel like but I have to carry the cross on my last walk. One may wonder why I carry the cross. What am I to do? I am naked and surrounded by a mob that lust to see me nailed to the cross and hanging from it until I die. The crowd has no mercy to show me. I drag the cross to city’s west gate surrounded by be the hostile mob that spares me no insult.
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Being a condemned slave is nothing I considered when I tried to kill Quercus. It is only just I am damned to die Hanging nailed to a cross. I drag the cross up the hill. It would be a nice place for a picnic but one awful place to die…
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Cruelty upon cruelty, and now it moves towards the inevitable endgame. Humiliated, dehumanised, Eulalia is forced to carry the instrument of her death. Naked, filthy, sweating heavily, she moves through the unsympathetic crowd, every painful step and jiggling girl-part a source of pleasure to them. And yet they cannot deny that this woman is unbelievably sexy in her struggle and exposure. Many in the crowd hurry towards the place of execution, eager to get a good viewing spot. Eulalia is bound to give them a real show when she finally mounts the wood!

It is a lovely fall day in Lord Quercus’ land… unless you are Eulalia. She carries her cross to the site of her execution. The area is full of people that have gathered to see the crucifixion of the naked slave women.

Many are quite drunk even this early in the day. There is an excitement in the crowd as criminals are hanged, beheaded, or burned at a stake. Except for a few soldiers no one has seen a crucifixion before and certainly not that of beautiful slave women. The soldiers form a ring around Eulalia and the cross. There is no concern she will escape but there is worry the drunk mob will get to her before she is crucified!

Even though she has been a slave for years she is reluctant to lie on the cross and have spikes hammered through her limbs…

“I am not offering myself to be nailed to that thing” I snap. With almost a laugh I add “If you want me on that you put me on it!”

They had no problems meeting my demand. They grab my arms, drag me to the cross, and slam me down onto the wood.


The wood that tortured my body as I carried it here is soon pressing against my back as I am stretched over the cross. What happens next is beyond my words or thoughts. They stretch me out on the cross and I watch them place the spike over my wrist. I am nearly blinded by the searing pain of the spike driving through my wrist!

Spikes are hammered through my wrists and feet. I don’t remember much after the first blow of his mallet… just pain that I have never felt before…

I am no longer a slave. I lie nailed to the cross I carried here. My last task is to die hanging from these timbers.

Something warm and moist is in the cleft of my ass. I think I may have shit when they nailed me to the cross. I hope I didn’t piss…

The cross wobbles as the men begin to raise it with me nailed to the front of it. I feel my body slide down the face of the stipe as I swing skyward. I look down my body and see a fountain of piss squirting from my loins. If I didn’t before I have peed now!

…what has been done to me? A wild drunk mob cheers as my body fills with pain! I try to bring my hands together to sooth the pain in my wrists but they do not move. I look left and right and see spikes driven through my arms. My chest is in agony as my ribs crush my lungs. Can I even breathe?

I push up with my legs and hear and feel the searing pain of bones breaking in my feet! They have crucified me!

-Eulalia

They have crucified me! My limbs have massive spikes driven through my wrists and feet binding me to wooden cross. I struggle to find comfort from pain that wracks my body but find no relief. I hang from the cross with my arms stretched so far that I fear they will tear from my shoulders. Breathing is pure work as my ribs seem to crush my lungs. Every move I make delivers new pain.

After the shock of being nailed and raised I try to comprehend what has been done to me. I have tried to kill the ruler of the land and my slave master. I knew if I was caught I would be executed but this crucifixion is worse than being killed. I must hang naked from cross before a bloodthirsty crowd that reveals in my torture that will slowly take my life.

Below me the mob mocks and jeers me as I struggle to find comfort on the cross.

I look down my body and watch my breasts sway on my chest with every move I make. The crowd laughs at my gyrations.

I have to relieve myself. There is no privacy afforded me. The crowd enjoys my emptying of bowels. I cringe as my crap splatters over my ankles and feet. There is nothing I can do hide it.

There is nothing I can do but hang displayed on the as the cross slowly is killing me. I think this is going to be a long slow way to die.

I am going to hang here a long time…

-Eulalia

Half a day has passed and my body is helping pull the life out of me. The crowd has thinned but there are still a hundred or more gaping up at me. I don’t have my body… the cross has it. I will die here but when?

Soldiers cut a path through the crowd and Lord Quercus stands below me with the concubine Barbara and his legal wife Kathleen. Quercus seems pleased and says “The wench Eulalia looks like she will die tomorrow- if she is lucky.”

Barbara replies “Just run a spear through the bitch. She has suffered enough.”

Kathleen smirks and says “You seem to have mercy on this cunt. Perhaps we shall see how long she lasts and see if you can last as long.”

“Lord Quercus, I have always served you well! You cannot subject me to such torment” Barbara protests.

‘As did I and look how I die now’ I think.

Eulalia’s body is soaked in sweat yet she shivers in cold nakedness as she hangs from the cross. Nine hours has passed since she has been crucified but death is not nearly her visitor. A French woman, Lady Messaline, strolls up and says “Lord Quercus, look at how slave Eulalia suffers on the cross for her sins. This concubine Barbara pleas she would never betray you this way. Perhaps a wager would be fair. Let us see how long Eulalia lasts and crucify this wench for the same time plus an addition hour.”

“I’ll even supply premium French crucifixion wood” Messaline adds.

“Are you out of your mind” Barbara demands.

But it is agreed a good bet is a fair one though one doubts either Eulalia or Barbara would agree.

I have been crucified for a sunlit day and am not near death. The air is chilling as the sun goes down and my bare skin puckers in the cool night air. Why am I still alive?

I piss again… The few guards don’t even notice. They get paid to make sure No one spares me suffering. They don’t give a damn about my pleas for mercy.

I’m just their payday…

-Eulalia

Darkness falls and but for a few guards Eulalia hangs alone in the dark. She has been crucified for a dozen hours yet death has not spared her the tortures of cross…

I am hungry and thirsty. My body aches where it never has before. I have nothing to distract my mind from the pain I suffer. I just want to die and be done with this agony!

-Eulalia

Back at Lord Quercus’ manor his guest Messaline has requested and received the evening with the concubine Barbara. Barbara is less than pleased about such a visit as Lady Messaline has proposed crucifying her purely for Messaline’s recreational enjoyment. Messaline is determined to convince Barbara to volunteer to accept her challenge.

“You will see in the morning that Eulalia will still be alive on the cross. Surely you can last a day crucified” Messa taunts.

“I saw how she was suffering. Why should I want to go through that agony” Barbara retorts.

“Are you saying that you cannot survive what Eulalia is going through? Besides, imagine how beautiful you will look crucified naked on your cross” Messa encourages. She knows Barbara will submit…

But your narrator must return to the current situation. Eulalia is crucified and it is deep into the night. The guards that are awake are quite drunk. It doesn’t matter. Eul is going nowhere. All she can do now is dance between the three spikes that hold her to the cross. The cross is tireless but Eul is not. How long can she possibly live?

The bastards have killed me on this cross except I am not dead. I have to cough to clear my lungs but it wracks them against my ribs.
Just let me die…

-Eulalia

Hot story and a nice selection of pics!

It's a truly fine account of the agony of crucifixion, I'm feeling every moment of it ...
and indeed, some classic pics that add to the agony!

A few by Bartnel, another of our great Crux artists:

thehangingtree said:

Half a day has passed and my body is helping pull the life out of me. The crowd has thinned but there are still a hundred or more gaping up at me. I don’t have my body… the cross has it. I will die here but when?

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Short sentences that capture a world of dreadful experience.

thehangingtree said:

Eulalia is crucified and it is deep into the night. The guards that are awake are quite drunk. It doesn’t matter. Eul is going nowhere. All she can do now is dance between the three spikes that hold her to the cross. The cross is tireless but Eul is not. How long can she possibly live?

The bastards have killed me on this cross except I am not dead. I have to cough to clear my lungs but it wracks them against my ribs.
Just let me die…

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Dance between the three spikes, that's a powerful image.

Eulalia said:

It's a truly fine account of the agony of crucifixion, I'm feeling every moment of it ...
and indeed, some classic pics that add to the agony!

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I agree, Tree has done a great job of capturing the grinding inevitability and awful agony of the cross. You have inspired him, Eul!

The early dawn light begins to chase the darkness away. As night begins to fade Eulalia still suffers the torture of the cross.

Fog fills in around her as she hangs from the wood. There is only a pair of soldiers guarding her not that anyone would risk the wrath of Lord Quercus to rescue the condemned slave!

I am freezing in addition to the pain of hanging from the cross. I am completely hungry and my throat is parched dry. Why am I still alive?
I hang alone waiting to die. There are only occasional people passing by with few stopping to gawk at me hang naked nailed to the cross. They chat about me as though I cannot hear them. My throat is too dry to even reply to what they say about me.

I reek of sweat and my own excrement that coats my bum, legs, and feet. I am ready to die but my body will not give up. It is near noon when Lord Quercus, his wife Kathleen, and Lady Messaline arrive in carriage along with the concubine Barbara. Barbara is considerably less clothed wearing only a rope that binds her wrists behind her bare body. Besides her nudity however Barbara is in better shape than I am.
Again they stand below me they discuss both my condition and a proposal for Barbara.
-Eulalia

“Damn the wench looks like hell” Kathleen notes. “She has shit all over herself!”

“What else could she do? You don’t get privacy breaks to relieve yourself when you are condemned to die on the cross” Lord Quercus says. “She is just fading away.”

“Well, Barbara, what do you think? Can you make it a day crucified” Lady Messaline asks.

Barbara fidgets as she contemplates the dare. As a slave of Quercus he could order her to be crucified but the trio’s goal is to have Barbara agree to submit to being crucified for a day.

Barbara demurs saying “I have done nothing to deserve being crucified. She looks like crap. If you demand I am crucified of course I will be. I don’t want to be crucified and not before a horde of your subjects.”

“But Barbara think how beautiful you will look hanging naked on a cross! Don’t you want to experience that alone with the beautiful pain you will experience” Messaline

Barbara is less than convinced that she will enjoy the experience but she also has little doubt that Lord Quercus will find a way to damn her to the cross until she is dead. Perhaps suffering a day hanging nailed naked to cross would be better than hanging naked waiting more than a day to die.

They walk away. What Barbara decides to do I will never know. I don’t think I will live to see the sun set. I hope I don’t!

-Eulalia