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The Black Eagle Returns

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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.

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The Enquiry Continues

The captain, Vestipus and Martha scurried over the top of the hill and into the undergrowth, the shrieks and screams were still echoing ing their heads. Back in the village the Exactor Mortis was relentless in the tortures he was inflicting on the remaining prisoners. He still had five men to question and he was sure he could provide enough added pain to get the answers. He paced up and down and then selected an older man to continue with his questions. The man was in his early forties and had long matted black hair and a beard. He pinched the inside of the mans thigh and was pleased at the squealed reaction from the man. The Exactor Mortis picked up his short crucifixion hammer and lightly tapped the head of the spike in his heel. Lightning bolts of pain shot up his leg but the tapping became harder the more he screamed.

"Tell me who released them and the direction they made off?" enquired the Exactor Mortis. Another tap on the nail head got his attention.

"Aaaargh!" he groaned, "ppp..please stop, I know nothing!"

"Maybe, maybe not, Let's rearrange the spikes in your feet shall we." With that he pulled out some pliers and began to tug at the spike in the left heel. He worked it back and forth grating the bone in the foot as he went. The man was going insane and his face was redenning with renewed agony. One final tug and the spike was removed and dropped to the ground. The mans leg flopped from side to side and blood, from the wound, was dripping like a pattern on the dry arrid ground. No sooner was the spike removed than the foot was re-positioned behind the stipe. Another guard came to help and held the foot firmly against the wood as the Exactor Mortis placed the spike against the dirty sole of the struggling man.

"Thrack!" the spike penetrated the soft flesh and straight into the wood. Three more well aimed blows later and the nail head was pressing the foot hard against the stipe. The man groaned, in this new position, but still remained silent. Liquid shit spilled from his arse and slattered on the rocky ground below his cross. The Exactor Mortise jumped back in disgust as splashes of excrement hit his boots.

"You will pay for that, you cunt!" he snarled.

He grabbed his short whip and flexed his arm, he pulled back and let the whip uncurl across the mans chest. Lumps of flesh and blood flew in the air accompanied by the high pitched screams. Blow after blow rained down on the writhing man but did not cease until the man stopped breathing and he hung by the nails in his wrists.

"Right, who's next? or does someone wish to tell me who and where they went." His most was a lot more aggresive and the remaining prisoners were sobbing and pleading for their lives.

"Guards, bring me some wood, I feel the prisoners must be feeling a little cold."
The order was carried out and soon there was a large pile of brush wood to the side of the crosses.

"Place it below their feet, let's give them some heat," his voice trailed off into laughter.
The prisoners were groaning and sobbing as the brush wood was placed below their spiked heels, but not too high as they were to endure the torment of the fire for some time.
The Exactor Mortise took a burning torch and approached the tortured youth. He raised the flame up to the face of the now stirring boy and then plunged it deep into the bracken below. Straight away small shoots of flame rose from the kindling and started to climb up the stipe to the pinioned feet. The youth shrieked and pulled at the spikes but both, they and his feet, held firm. The others watched in horror as the flames grew and enveloped his lower body, but he was still alive!One by one the other pyres were lit and soon the remaining prisoners were writhing in the flames and screaming at the top of their voices.

On the other side of the hill, Vestipus, Martha and the captain could see the glow of the fires above the top of the hill, their pace quickened.

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The Chase

Vestipus, Martha and the captain made their way slowly down the steep hill. The going was tough as the ground under foot was treacherous and loose rocks dug into their bare feet. Both men were still naked and the morning sun was causing their shoulders and limbs to burn.

"We will rest for a while," commented Martha, "they will not follow us now, so take this time to gain your strength."

Vestipus held Martha's hand and smiled, "thank you, thank you so much, if," he paused "when we get home I will reward you, whatever you want it is yours."

"Don't make a promise you cannot keep," she whispered, "we are far from home yet."

Vestipus sighed, he knew her words were true and the captain nodded as well.

"Do you know who has a boat?" he enquired.

"Yes," she replied, "I have two good friends who will help us, they have a small fishing boat but it will be good enough for us, as long as we follow the coast."

"Won't we be spotted?" asked Vestipus.

"That is a chance we have to take and yes we may be captured and then we........" her voice faltered, "you know what would happen, they treat all those who escape the same."

The vision of the crucifixions was still vivid in their eyes and they knew their fate if captured.

"Time to get started, we must reach the coast before nightfall as it will be safer to sail out at night."

The three continued their slow descent of the hill being careful not to make a sound. In the distance they could see the tiny fishing boats sailing out for the morning catch. They hoped that one of those boats would take them to freedom. Then, without warning, there was a crack, all three looked behind. No! thought Vestipus, for coming down the bank were about eight soldiers.

"There they are!" a voice boomed out.

The three fled and almost fell down the steep bank, the fishing village was in sight, not far to go now. The soldiers pace was much slower as their uniform was not fit for such terrain. At last the three made the village, "in hear," cried Martha and the three bundled through a small door, all three were gasping for breath.

"Put these on," and Martha threw the two men some clothes and sandals to wear.

"We cannot stay here, we must circulate and get down to meet the boats when they get back in, we must look natural and blend in."
The men quickly got dressed and when ready they left and walked out into the bright sun.

"It might be good if you split from us Martha," suggested Vestipus, "they are looking for three together, we will meet up back here when night comes."

"Good idea," replied Martha, "be careful and, like I say, try and blend in."
They gave her a quick hug and then made off in the opposite direction.

"She is a good friend," the captain spoke.

"Yes she is," replied Vestipus, "and I would not want any harm to come to her."

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The Long Day

Vestipus and the captain walked thru the village, passing stall holders selling all manner of things. Because of their dark skin they both blended in with the crowds and walked, very unasumably, amongst them. This was not a very large fishing village and so most people knew each other. From time to time people would stare at them but then turn and pass on.

"This is a fishing village," the captain said, "they would be used to strangers passing thru."

Vestipus felt relieved at this statement, he was tired of running, his arms and legs still ached from the cramped position he and the captain had been held in.

"Drink, I need a drink," he responded.

"Good idea," replied the captain, "there is a place just over there," and he pointed with an outstretched finger.
Over the way there was a taberna, the door was open and the two walked in and into the shade.

"Two wines," cried the captain and both men sat down. The place was empty, probably, too early to drink for most.
The drinks were brought over, with a plate of bread, and placed in front of both men.

"Many thanks," said Vestipus.

"No problem," replied the inn keeper, "you're not from these parts, are you?"

"Uuum, no," responded the captain, "we arrived a couple of days ago, we are from the next village and are looking for work."

"Not much here," answered the inn keeper, "but no problem in asking."

"Is it always this quiet," enquired Vestipus.

"Always," replied the captain, "not much happens here, not like on the other side of the hill."

"What do you mean?" Vestipus interupted.

"Whole different life over there, step out of line and you end up nailed to a cross."

Vestipus and the captain looked at each other and then back at the inn keeper.

"Crucifixion, they practise crucifixion."

"They do," replied the inn keeper, "I have heard that there was a little trouble last night. It seems that some prisoners escaped the nails and are now on the run. If they catch up with them I wouldn't like to be in their boots. I have seen what happens to slaves that escape, they crucify them and torture them all day."

"Well, let's hope we don't run into them."

"What do you mean by that?" asked the inn keeper.

Vestipus had to think quick, "I mean, I would not like to see another crucifixion, I have seen too many."

"Well that's how they rule over there, now drink up so that I can refill you," the inn keeper winked.

More wine was brought to the table and soon all three were all the worse for wear from the beverage. The inn keeper left the two sleeping, slumped over the table. The wine was heady and very strong and both men surcumbed to the alcohol.

Vestipus awoke with a start, there was one hell of a commotion outside the taberna. Both men staggered to their feet, "what's going on?" asked Vestipus.

"Looks like they have captured one of the escaped prisoners, a fine looking woman from all accounts."

The two paced to the door, there was a small crowd whooping and jeering at a group of soldiers. Between the soldiers there was a figure bent under the yoke of a crossbeam. The figure lifted her head, it was Martha!

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The Penalty

Vestipus and the captain stepped back into the shadows as the group passed. Martha's body was bruised and battered and bore all the signs of a violent struggle. Her black, sweat drenched hair had fallen across her face and halfway down her whipped and lacerated back. She had a makeshift loin cloth that had been tied roughly around her waist but, with the swaying of her body, from time to time there was a view of her matted pubic hair. Her knees were grazed from the numerous falls under the weight of her burden she bore on her shoulders. Her bare feet struggled to maintain their balance on the cobble stones beneath them. Vestipus saw the Exactor Mortise behind her, lashing her with his short whip that had stung many a back, including his.

"Come on scum, pick those feet up, I have a nice post to nail you to," he snarled.

"We must go and stop this," groaned Vestipus.

"No, too many," responded the captain, "best we keep out of the way or we will share the same fate."

"We can't leave her to this death," exclaimed Vestipus.

"She knew what she was doing, she knew it could end badly, now get a grip of yourself!" The captain's voice was now much sterner in fear that they would both be captured and suffer.

Nevertheless Vestipus could not bare to think of the agony and tortures she would endure before merciful death would claim her. The mob was very loud and the excitement was growing as the impending fate of the woman was quickly approaching. Against their better judgement, the two slowly followed behind the group, keeping a safe distance behind but close enough to hear the swish and crack of the whip laying over her soft skin. They were heading for the dock side where there were fishing boats tied along side. The mob and their prisoner headed for a large fishing boat with three large masts. They could see men working on the center mast, throwing ropes over in readiness to attach to the wooden beam. Soon the group arrived and the Exactor Mortise stood high on a barrel to address the cheering crowd.

"People!" he bellowed, "this woman stands before you convicted of helping prisoners to escape." His voice paused before he continued the sentence.
"Therefore, she will be punished in the most severe way and one that is just, she will be stripped naked and crucified!"

The baying crowds cheered and started to chant.

"Crucify her, crucify her," there voices grew louder in all the excitement.

The Exactor Mortise stepped down and looked into the staring eyes of his beautiful victim. With a swift movement, of his hand, he grabbed a handful of the loin cloth and ripped it from her shaking body. The pull almost dragged her off her feet but she managed to stand firm and defiant. Vestipus looked on and proud at the way she was controlling her feelings although he knew that even the strongest would scream from the agony of crucifixion.

"Let it begin!" roared he Exactor Mortise, and there was an earie silence all but the chinking of the nails as they were removed from the pouch and the clunk of the heavy hammer as it fell to the decking.
The now serene woman was laid down on the fish gut stained deck of the boat. Her fingers were prised open and she felt the first prick of the spike as it nestled in her soft palm. Oh God, she thought, save me from this, her lips muttered a silent prayer as the hammer rose high in the air and fell.

"Aaaaaargh!" she cried, as blow after blow she was being fixed to the wood.

Vestipus turned, he couldn't watch what was happening but he could hear the dull thud as the spike made its way into the hard wood.

"Eeeearrrrgh!" more screams as work continued on the other hand. Blood spewed from the crippling wounds and slowly ran down and onto the deck. Martha was panting and her large rounded breasts rose and fell and flopped from side to side. The soles of her bloodied feet pushed down hard on the slippery deck, now more slippery from her own blood. The mob had closed in to get a better view of the squirming woman. Vestipus could not see Martha, he could only hear the low moans emmiting from her blistered lips. However, it wasn't long before she was hauled into view as she made her final journey to the top of the mast.

Splinters of weather worn wood dug into her already torn back, she tried to push away with her feet but they kept slipping. This only made the agony in her hands worse and the rope rubbing against her bare skin. Once the beam reached the top the men moved in for a better look of this volumptiuous female hanging in front of them. Martha tried not to struggle to increase her misery and waited for the last phase of her crucifixion. She didn't have long to wait, her feet were seized and pushed up and out to display the dark hair surrounding her vulva. A loop of rope was tied over her toes to keep the soles flat against the mast. Two more spikes were handed to the men and both were placed and driven into the flesh and bone of the petite feet.

"Sssssshhhhhhhit!" Martha wailed, and more obsensities came as the unbelievable pain of iron thru her feet continued. It took about four blows to each nail head to firmly fix the feet in place. The men wipped their hands and withdrew to allow a better view of the crucified victim. Vestipus wept and yelled out loudly, the captain could not stop this show of emotion.

The Exactor Mortise turned and he locked eyes on both men, his stern face began to smile.

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No Escape

Vestipus shook with fear, he knew what he had done, the captain looked at Vestipus, they had nowhere to run.

"Seize them," bellowed the Exactor Mortise, and soon rough hands held the two firmly.

"No point in struggling, you will be joining that bitch, up there, to keep her company."

The crowd was buzzing, two more crucifixions, should be very entertaining. They had not had a crucifixion in the village for a very long time. Although crucifixion was a hideous death to witness it still had appeal to a baying crowd. Vestipus watched as two more crossbeams were prepared and a bagful of crude iron nails was brought down. More rope was coiled at the foot of each mast ready to secure their limbs. Both men were thrown down onto the deck of the fishing vessel and the clothes they were wearing were wrestled from their bodies. The crowd cheered at the sight of two naked men laying prostrate before them.

"Abuse them!" came the command, and the mob moved forward, kicking and prodding the men as they squirmed between the blows. Vestipus felt strong hands holding his wrists and ankles inert and then a softer hand stroking his twitching penis. One of the local prostitutes had his stiffening member in her grip and she was slowly stroking his balls in her other hand. Vestipus groaned and twisted in her vice like grip but there was no escape. The crowd egged her on and she responded by spitting on the purple tip and rolling the skin back and forth. Next she lowered her head towards him and took all of his cock in her toothless mouth. Her breathing was getting heavier and she fully swallowed his hardening member. Back and forth her head moved and those close enough could see the bulge in her throat as she continued to bring him to a climax.

"Enough!" snarled the Exactor Mortise, and the prostitute was pulled off him amid her frenzied pleas to continue.

"No, he must be fully erect when he is nailed down, start on the other one."

The captain was also held in the star position and once more the prostitute went about her trade. The captain was not as well endowed as Vestipus but nevertheless she still managed to increase the size of his penis dramatically. However, the Exactor Mortise had other plans for the captain and he signalled her to stop what she was doing. He beckoned a guard over and removed a lace from his boot. Next, he grabbed the bobbing penis and looped the lace over the stiffened cock and pulled it tight. The captain gritted his teeth and groaned, he looked down and saw his hard cock turning purple with the pressure.

"Look at you, fucking sad sight, I intend to remove your cock before you die." growled the Exactor Mortise, "how do you like that?"

The captain struggled and stared into the mans face with pleading eyes but he knew this was to be the end.

While all this was going on Martha looked down from her cross, tears welling in her eyes.

"Vestipus," she croaked, "Vestipus, I am soooo sorry," she stammered.

Vestipus looked up and smiled as two soldiers roped his strong arms to the beam. The ropes were pulled tight, no escape possible, his hands clenched tight in an effort to prevent the spikes touching his flesh.

"Oh no you don't," shouted the Exactor Mortise, and he stamped hard on the fingers. Vestipus screamed and released his grip whereby the foot, of the Exactor Mortise, stood on his swelling fingers. It was then that Vestipus caught sight of the first spike as it nestled in the palm of his hand. The shadow of the hammer flashed over his face and then the iron started it's route thru flesh, tendon and bone and into the wood. Instinctively his feet kicked out and the inevitable thrashing started, as it always did.
Vestipus bit his tongue in spasm and a small trickle of blood ran down his chin. The second spike was even more painful than the first as the hammer slipped off the nail head and broke two of his fingers.

"That was clumsey of me, wasn't it?" he laughed, "still I have other tortures left for you to endure never fear."

Martha cried, from her cross, at the desperate situation Vestipus was in but she too was engrossed in her own agonies as she rose up and down on the terrible spikes.
Then the shrieks and groans from the captain increased as the spikes were driven into his quivering limbs. Then the first phase of the crucifixion was over and the crowd stood over the pinned naked bodies eager for the raising to commence.

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Heave!

"Back, back!" scowled the Exactor Mortise, and slowly the crowd retreated off the vessel. From the quay they had a better view of the proceedings, about to come to a conclusion, on the boat. Both naked men were now panting excessively and blood was slowly filling their quivering palms. Martha was still going through the dance of death, raising herself up on her nailed feet to breathe and then sinking back down and allowing her knees to flop open. When she hung by her wrists everyone had a view of her dark, hairy cunt. Then the rise would begin all over again, her knees would shake as the raw edge of the spikes would grate against bone. She would make a soft high pitched squeal until she reached the top of her beam.

The ropes had been attached to both beams and four men were assigned to each rope so that the men would be hauled up the masts more easily. The Exactor Mortise knelt down by Vestipus and gripped his cheek tightly turning it white.

"It is time......... you will regret ever escaping me, you should have let us crucify you the first time. Yes you will feel the nails but I will make sure you suffer for an eternity!"

"Hoist them up!" the order was given.

The four men, on the ropes, took a firm grip and braced themselves. Then, with precision, they all heaved at the same time and both men were jerked clear of the deck in one swift movement. The shrieks from the two men disturbed a flock of sea birds that flew off away from the disturbing scene.

"Slowly, slowly!" yelled the Exactor Mortise, "let them feel the true agony of the nails."

The pace slowed and the two scraped their way up to their final resting place. Vestipus gasped and a trail of bile dripped from his open mouth, mixed with blood. His heels banged against the hard wood and skin peeled off. The captain was not fairing any better, in fact he was screaming his lungs off. The crowd were amused at the sight of his tied off penis, which was turning purple from the pressure. A small drip of cum was showing from the glistening end of Vestipus cock, which was still twitching from the advances of the prostitute.

Soon the beams were fastened off and both men dangled by their impaled wrists. Both Vestipus and the captain waited for their feet to be nailed, but it didn't happen. The Exactor Mortise was well aware that they would not last long if they just hung by their wrists, and so he produced two cornu's. The cornu's were large bone shaped affairs that had been attached to a base for easy fixing. The cornu's were shown to both men, their thighs were pinched to get their full attention. A tub of fat was brought out and both cornu's were greased up ready for the insertions.

The Exactor Mortise approached the captain and patted his hairy arse. Two men grabbed his ankles and pulled his legs appart and up. The Exactor Mortise prissed open his little butt hole and smeared grease around the inside. The next thing the man knew was a sharp pain and pressure as the point. of the cornu, entered his arse. Hard pushing and twisting and the horn made its way deep into the anal cavity. Blood ran down the outside of the horn and onto the deck. The Exactor Mortise stepped back and smiled at the sight of the trembling man with a horn sticking out his arse.

He turned to Vestipus and held his cornu, aloft, infront of his staring eyes. His cornu was different, this one had sharp spikes that had been hammered in so that the points came out the other side. When his cornu was inserted it would scrape all his insides and cause even more torment. Once again the grease was liberaly applied to the orifice and the torture implement was pushed home with fresh screams from the receiver. Now there was another body hanging, with a horn hanging out the arse, but there was much more blood.

More nails were brought and the base's of the cornu's were fixed to the mast, after the men were pushed up so that they had little weight pulling on the wrists.
Vestipus and the captain could now breathe more freely but the pain in their rectums was extreme. The Exactor Mortise paced in front of both men, a table was placed in front of them and an array of knives was laid out. The Exactor Mortise picked up a long knife which glinted in the sun.

"Now you feel a different pain," he snarled, "I am going to skin you from the waist down." There was a silence from the crowd, at the thought of the punishment they must endure.

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The torment Increases

Vestipus hung by his nailed wrists, he saw the huge figure of the Exactor Mortise approach the base of his mast. In his hand he held a large curved blade with an ivory handle, which glistened in the sunlight. The Exactor Mortise gripped his leg and another guard held the foot firmly. The other foot was tied to the mast to prevent any accidents when the skinning commenced. The Exactor Mortise raised the blade and made a small shallow incision in the upper groin. Vestipus gritted his teeth as the blade circled around his semi erect penis and a smalltrickle of blood ran down his leg and dripped off his twitching foot. Then, slowly, very slowly, the first strip of skin started to peel away from the shaking body.

"Aaaarghhh!" screamed Vestipus, but strong hands held him fast.

"Steady lad, steady," commanded the Exactor Mortise, "don't want to take too much off in one go, now do we."

The knife flashed again and more skin was shredded from the quivering limb. The crowd was silent and captivated by the plight of the crucified. Vestipus was now giving off a long, low, continuous moan as inch by inch his skin was slowly peeled down to his held foot. The Exactor Mortise cut skillfully around the top of the ankle, as to peel the skin over the foot was awkward. Drool was, now, dripping from his open mouth and mixed with blood from his bitten lip.

Then the Exactor Moetise turned his attention to the other leg and the process began all over again, much to the thrill of the crowd. Once completed he stepped back to admire his handy work, a job well done!
He grabbed two spikes from his bag and picked up his trusty short hammer. The men held the first foot in place, with the toe's pointing down, and place the tip of the spike against the heel bone.

"Clang, clang, clang!" the spike was driven quickly thru the bone and fixed to the wood. Vestipus was beside himself in pain and banged his head aginst the upright to try and knock himself out but alas, he could not pull his head forward enough to complete the task.

"Clang, clang, clang!" more blows to the other foot and now his crucifixion was complete. Now the agony of a full crucifixion was a realisation and there was no escape. Vestipus slowly pushed down on the rusty edge of the spikes in his feet to relieve the pressure in his arse. His legs shook but he could not stand the pain, shooting up his legs, for long. Soon the length of the cornu slipped deeper in his split rectum and his penis began to rise again as it pushed on his prostate.

Martha was watching, all that was unfolding before her eyes, but she too was locked in her own world of pain. Soon there were more higher pitched screams, Vestipus turned his pain racked face towards his crucified companion. The Exactor Mortise was at work with his knife again, he was slicing away at the erect purple penis. The captain was kicking with his feet wildly but soon his penis and scrotum dropped to the dusty ground. The lace was still tied tight around the twitching stump and that stemmed the flow of blood. The Exactor Mortise stepped back from the jerking body and waited, with arms crossed, for the initial frenzy to cease. He held the two rusty nails, in his hand, in readiness to fix the feet. The captain's movement slowed and two soldiers grabbed his feet from behind.

"Nooooooo!" he bellowed, but resistance was impossible. They lashed his ankles to the side of the upright with his toes pointing down in preparation to receive the spike. The Exactor Mortise ran his fingers up and down the sharp edges of the spikes and grinned. He placed one in his mouth, between his teeth, and held the other spike against the heel of the other foot. He could see the veins in the feet, as they pulled at the rope that held them fast.

"Clang," the first blow was struck and a gurgling sound emmited from his blistered lips.

"Clang!" the second blow sent lightning bolts of white hot pain up his leg.

"Clang, clang!" the point of the nail was now fully thru the heel and on it's way into the wood of the mast. Two more shuddering hits and the spike was fully in, with the nail head firmly against the heel bone. The Exactor Mortise then applied himself to the last remaining foot, and, with the same expertise, finished the crucifixion off. The large crowd applauded and the Exactor Mortise turned and grinned at the crowd. They all took in, the sight of a naked woman, with big breasts, hanging low on a cross and showing the splendors of her sex. Some women were commenting on the size of Vestipus slowly rising penis and others were laughing at the plight of the cockless captain.

"There you have them, the last of the crew from The Black Eagle, let them be set adrift as a warning." The crowd gasped as the vessel was untied from it's moorings and slowly it drifted out on the tide. Within the hour they were some distance off the coast. Their groans could be heard above the sound of the circling gulls that would dive down at the twitching bodies hanging from the masts.
Their misery lasted for several more hours before all three gave their last breath.

The End.
 
william23 said:
The torment Increases

Vestipus hung by his nailed wrists, he saw the huge figure of the Exactor Mortise approach the base of his mast. In his hand he held a large curved blade with an ivory handle, which glistened in the sunlight. The Exactor Mortise gripped his leg and another guard held the foot firmly. The other foot was tied to the mast to prevent any accidents when the skinning commenced. The Exactor Mortise raised the blade and made a small shallow incision in the upper groin. Vestipus gritted his teeth as the blade circled around his semi erect penis and a smalltrickle of blood ran down his leg and dripped off his twitching foot. Then, slowly, very slowly, the first strip of skin started to peel away from the shaking body.

"Aaaarghhh!" screamed Vestipus, but strong hands held him fast.

"Steady lad, steady," commanded the Exactor Mortise, "don't want to take too much off in one go, now do we."

The knife flashed again and more skin was shredded from the quivering limb. The crowd was silent and captivated by the plight of the crucified. Vestipus was now giving off a long, low, continuous moan as inch by inch his skin was slowly peeled down to his held foot. The Exactor Mortise cut skillfully around the top of the ankle, as to peel the skin over the foot was awkward. Drool was, now, dripping from his open mouth and mixed with blood from his bitten lip.

Then the Exactor Moetise turned his attention to the other leg and the process began all over again, much to the thrill of the crowd. Once completed he stepped back to admire his handy work, a job well done!
He grabbed two spikes from his bag and picked up his trusty short hammer. The men held the first foot in place, with the toe's pointing down, and place the tip of the spike against the heel bone.

"Clang, clang, clang!" the spike was driven quickly thru the bone and fixed to the wood. Vestipus was beside himself in pain and banged his head aginst the upright to try and knock himself out but alas, he could not pull his head forward enough to complete the task.

"Clang, clang, clang!" more blows to the other foot and now his crucifixion was complete. Now the agony of a full crucifixion was a realisation and there was no escape. Vestipus slowly pushed down on the rusty edge of the spikes in his feet to relieve the pressure in his arse. His legs shook but he could not stand the pain, shooting up his legs, for long. Soon the length of the cornu slipped deeper in his split rectum and his penis began to rise again as it pushed on his prostate.

Martha was watching, all that was unfolding before her eyes, but she too was locked in her own world of pain. Soon there were more higher pitched screams, Vestipus turned his pain racked face towards his crucified companion. The Exactor Mortise was at work with his knife again, he was slicing away at the erect purple penis. The captain was kicking with his feet wildly but soon his penis and scrotum dropped to the dusty ground. The lace was still tied tight around the twitching stump and that stemmed the flow of blood. The Exactor Mortise stepped back from the jerking body and waited, with arms crossed, for the initial frenzy to cease. He held the two rusty nails, in his hand, in readiness to fix the feet. The captain's movement slowed and two soldiers grabbed his feet from behind.

"Nooooooo!" he bellowed, but resistance was impossible. They lashed his ankles to the side of the upright with his toes pointing down in preparation to receive the spike. The Exactor Mortise ran his fingers up and down the sharp edges of the spikes and grinned. He placed one in his mouth, between his teeth, and held the other spike against the heel of the other foot. He could see the veins in the feet, as they pulled at the rope that held them fast.

"Clang," the first blow was struck and a gurgling sound emmited from his blistered lips.

"Clang!" the second blow sent lightning bolts of white hot pain up his leg.

"Clang, clang!" the point of the nail was now fully thru the heel and on it's way into the wood of the mast. Two more shuddering hits and the spike was fully in, with the nail head firmly against the heel bone. The Exactor Mortise then applied himself to the last remaining foot, and, with the same expertise, finished the crucifixion off. The large crowd applauded and the Exactor Mortise turned and grinned at the crowd. They all took in, the sight of a naked woman, with big breasts, hanging low on a cross and showing the splendors of her sex. Some women were commenting on the size of Vestipus slowly rising penis and others were laughing at the plight of the cockless captain.

"There you have them, the last of the crew from The Black Eagle, let them be set adrift as a warning." The crowd gasped as the vessel was untied from it's moorings and slowly it drifted out on the tide. Within the hour they were some distance off the coast. Their groans could be heard above the sound of the circling gulls that would dive down at the twitching bodies hanging from the masts.
Their misery lasted for several more hours before all three gave their last breath.

The End.
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Wow! Quite a story! :very_hot:
 
I try to imagine their ordeal at sea.
The salty wind tormenting their skinned flesh. The burning sun. The hungry seagulls tasting fresh meat. The motion of the ship bringing up seasickness. All this addeing to their pain, locking each on up in his or her own world of terror, leaving each of them in a cruel lonelyness, despite they are in a company of three.
 
The Black Eagle Returns (EPILOGUE)

The vessel bobbed and rocked too and fro for three days, the scorched, crucified bodies, were now rotting in the hot sun. The torment on their faces showed the agony they were in before they died. Their eyes and lips had been pecked from their faces on the first day. Vestipus had pulled hard against the nails in his feet and managed to pull one free, in a frenzy.

The Italian coast grew closer and closer and soon the vessel grounded on the rocky shoreline. It was a further two days before a local fishing boat saw the wrecked vessel, and its tortured cargo. The nails were easily prized from the three bodies and all three were buried in graves on the beach. As the sun began to set a tall shadow of a man loomed over the three graves.

"My children, fear not, for I shall avenge your deaths!"
 
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