Crucifixion Day

[theseus]

To make up for my pre-occupation with the real world, here is a story I wrote some time ago.

Crucified!​

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Crucifixion day! The four victims are led out to the whipping posts. Beside each post a heavy wooden patibulum is waiting. Soon each of the four women will be nailed to one of those beams!


The four victims are very different in appearance. Amina is a stunning African woman. Tall, slender with almost blue-black skin, she has full, round breasts and a firm, shapely bottom. Tanya is Russian. Blonde, pale skinned with small breasts and a strong, slender body. Her arse makes very male in the area instantly want to bugger her. The other two are a striking mother and daughter, brought by the husband and father. The mother is in her late thirties, full figured with large, firm breasts. Her strong body, and especially her strong legs and arms promise many hours of agonised dancing on the cross. The daughter is exquisite, She is barely 18, slender, pale, with dark hair. Small breasts are topped with little pink nipples A tiny strip of fur decorates her tight pussy.

Amina is tied to the whipping post, her hands pulled high above her head, body stretched so that her toes just touch the ground. A heavy bullwhip swings, and the first screams rend the air. The lash seeks out the tender parts of her body as she twists, vainly trying to escape the blows. No part of her body escapes. Her back, belly, breasts and thighs are striped and raw under the punishment. Finally the whipping stops! She hangs by her wrists, sobbing!

 

[theseus]

Tanya is next. She is frightened now! She is lashed to the post. Her cheek rests against the wood and she smells the smell of blood and sweat and fear. Amina is lying on the ground next to her patibulum. Sobbing! Tanja will be scourged. The nine tails of the whip slam the breath from her body, the ends curling around her. After the first blow her back looks as if it has been clawed by a giant cat! Red wheals stand out against her pale skin. Another blow lands. She has never felt such pain! After the third blow she find her breath and starts screaming. She struggles and twists! Blow after blow land. Her struggles have turned her around so that her back is to the post! Horrified, she sees Theseus swing his arm again, the lashes cracking across her breasts. Another blow, lower, across her belly and the front of her thighs! The finals blow finds her breasts again! This part of the ordeal is over.

She lies on the ground at Theseus’ feet, shaking and sobbing. She looks up at the face of her master. Between her sobs, she manages “Thank you,” and kisses his feet.

Then it is the mother's turn. She spits defiance at her husband as she is led to the post. Three men have to struggle to hold her so that her wrists can be lashed to the post. Her husband swings the whip! A red wheal springs across her back. Another blow slashes her flesh. Apart from a soft grunt, she is silent. Blow after blow land. Her body twitches involuntarily, but no sound escapes her lips.

Her husband is noticeably angry! “You will scream, bitch!” he shouts. He changes to the cat! The first blow extracts a grunt from her, no more! After six blows her back is raw, blood streaming down. He grabs her, turns her around. She glares at him, spits in his face! The cat whistles across her breasts! The large, firm tits bounce under the impact. Again! And again! She moans softly.

The audience begins to look concerned. After such a brutal flogging, will she have the strength to entertain them on the cross?

Theseus goes over, takes the whip from his hand. “Enough!” he says. She is cut down. She staggers, but stays on her feet. Head held high, she walks to her patibulum.

 

[admihoek]

a real cruel one how big is your stable Africaner Boer? As VOC-er can I perhaps some buy or kidnap for selling in New Amsterdam

 

[theseus]

The young girl is sobbing now. Two men lead her to the post. She looks at her father, pleading! “Daddy! Please?” She is tied to the post. Her slim shoulders shake. Theseus motions to one of the audience, a large black man. He chooses a light flogger. The blows leave red wheals over her back. She screams, begs for mercy! She is very young, and has never suffered like this before. Almost gently, the black man takes her shoulder, turns her round. She winces as her back scrapes against the post.

She knows what is coming next, her eyes plead! “Please don’t! It hurts! It hurts so much! Pleaaase!” The first blow lands across her belly. Her legs lift off the ground. One of the lashes has found her pussy! She curls around the pain. The man waits until she straightens. The lashes land across her tender young breasts! She cries piteously. Two more blows stripe her breasts. It is over! For now!

 

[Kodos the Executioner]

Nice -- look forward to their crucifixion in the future!

 

[theseus]

a real cruel one how big is your stable Africaner Boer? As VOC-er can I perhaps some buy or kidnap for selling in New Amsterdam

I have some stock in hand, but with the VOC I demand gold in advance!

 

[theseus]

Each victim has her patibulum tied across her shoulders. The girl staggers under the weight. Her mother tries to soothe her, encourage her. This earns her a whipping between her legs. They stagger up the rocky path to the hill where they will be crucified. The girl stumbles and falls. She is whipped onto her feet by her father!

The victims stagger to the top of the hill. Already their shoulders are cramping from the unnatural position of their arms, and they are not even hanging from them yet!

The patibulum is taken from Tanya’s shoulders and fixed to the upright. She will be nailed first. The patibulum is fastened to the upright. Tanya is made to lie down on the cross. The rough wood scrapes painfully against her raw back. Her arms are stretched out along the patibulum. Two men hold down each arm. Her feet are to be nailed next to each other. Theseus carefully positions her feet. More men hold them in place. Theseus selects a spike, picks up the heavy hammer, and walks over to her. Unusually, he will nail her feet first.

He places the heavy spike against the top of her foot, feeling for just the right spot. The hammer crashes down! She screams, convulses, as eight men struggle to hold her down. The pain is blinding! White agony! A second blow drives the spike through her foot and into the wood. Two more blows, and her foot is firmly nailed to the cross. She has managed to free her other foot, and is kicking wildly with it. Four men grab it and wrestle it into place. There is no need, now, to hold down the first foot. Through the agony, she feels the pressure of the spike against the other foot. Another blast of agony! Four blows and both her feet, her beautiful, delicate feet, are nailed to the cross. The men let her go! She is free, apart from the fact that her feet are nailed to a wooden beam! She sits up, wanting to soothe the pain in her feet. For the first time she sees the heads of the spikes, protruding from the tops of her feet. She looks at Theseus! Pleading, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Enjoy the show,” he says.

 

[Hangnail]

Good work!
But I almost didn't notice it here. Should it be in another forum like one of the ones for stories and pictures?

 

[theseus]

Good work!
But I almost didn't notice it here. Should it be in another forum like one of the ones for stories and pictures?

I put it where most of the recent stories have been. I don't know if it can be moved at this stage, and if so to where.

 

[Eulalia]

Good work!
But I almost didn't notice it here. Should it be in another forum like one of the ones for stories and pictures?

Thanks for pointing that out Hangnail.​

As it's turning out to be a crux story, I've moved the thread to CF files, stories etc.​

'Fantasy Unlimited' is a new area for non-crux/bdsm material, especially a showcase to encourage new writers/ artists.​

 

[theseus]

Sitting on her cross, she has perfect view of the other victims, and of the four holes where their crosses will be planted. Wrapping her arms around her knees, fighting the waves of pain, she watches the rest of the show unfold before her.

Amina is nailed next. Her nailing is more conventional. Her wrists are nailed first, then a single spike is driven through her crossed feet. She writhes in pain as a group of men grab her cross and drag it to the hole prepared for it. Her screams intensify as the cross is raised, and her weight is transferred to her nailed arms and feet. The cross thumps into the hole, jarring her whole body and drawing fresh screams. She hangs from the cross! Her beautiful black body is covered in sweat, the muscles rippling like snakes under the velvety skin as she moves, trying in vain to find a comfortable position. She starts the dance that will last for the next 24 hours!

The mother is thrown down on the ground, fighting fiercely. Strong men swarm over her, struggling to hold her down. Her husband hammers the first nail through her wrist, clumsily. The veins stand out in her throat, but she manages to suppress the scream! The second wrist is nailed! For the first time she screams!

The men position her feet. Her feet are pulled up under her bottom, the soles of her feet toward each other, touching. Men hold them in position. Other men spread her knees wide, so that the outsides of her knees touch the ground. The tendons on the inside of her thighs are stretched like taught ropes. Her cunt is splayed open. Her husband drives the first nail through her heel! Now there is no holding back, She bucks and struggles; screams curses at him. The second heel is nailed. She is spread wide! Her daughter looks on in horror.

Her husband steps back. Smiles. “I told you you would spread your legs for me, bitch!” he says.

Dropping his trousers, he kneels between her obscenely spread legs. He fucks her viciously, pounding into the tortured body. He cums, withdraws! The puddles of cum are clearly visible in her splayed cunt. “Anybody else?” Half a dozen men take advantage of the offer.

Her cross is raised next to Amina’s. She screams constantly, writhing on the cross, each movement causing the nails to grate on the shattered bones of her heels. Tanja watches from her ringside seat!

The girl is brought forward. Her wrists seem too delicate for the spikes. She looks pleadingly at her father, then at her mother. “Mommy! Mommy, please don’t let him do this!” Her mother looks down from the cross. A look of pity crosses her face as she continues her agonised dance. The girl is pushed into position, her back is on the cross. The first spike is hammered through her slender wrists. She bucks, screams, whimpers. “No!” she moans, her eyes looking in horror at her wrist, nailed to the beam. The hammer swings again, the other wrist is nailed. Tanya watches in fascinated horror. The girl’s feet are placed against the outside of the cross, spreading her legs. The spikes go in, one by one. She lies there, legs spread as if awaiting a lover.

 

[thehangingtree]

Good job sir

 

[Kodos the Executioner]

Enjoyable nailing!

 

[theseus]

Her screams start anew as her cross is raised, placed next to her mother.

The crowd is spellbound. The three contrasting figures on the cross are a very erotic sight. Couples are fucking on the ground. Men are masturbating. One of the mistresses is busy fisting her slavegirl.

Theseus walks over to Tanya. Her time has come! She smiles at him through the tears, through her pain. “Please master?” Her hands reach for his belt, undoing it. ”I am ready, master.”

She lies back on the cross, placing her hands in position. Men move forward to hold her down, but Theseus motions them away. He places the spike on her wrist. The hammer swings. The spike goes through the flesh and into the wood. Her body heaves, she screams! Two more blows and the job is done. Her free hand instinctively grasps the nailed wrist as agony flares. She stares at the nailed wrist. Theseus watches. Mastering the pain, she slowly releases her wrist, straightens on the cross, and places the free wrist in position. “I am ready, master.” The last spike is hammered home!

Hanging on the cross is a new agony. She struggles to breathe, and every movement brings new pain to wrists, to shoulders, to feet. From her cross she can see the other victims dancing their dance of pain. The young girl is frantic, thrashing her head, the sweat-soaked hair flying. Her slight body twists and turns. Her eyes look pleadingly at her mother, at Tanja, at her father. “Please let me down! Please! It hurts! It hurts! I’ll do anything! Please! Pleeeaaaaase!!!!!” He smiles at her.

Hours pass, seeming like days to the tortured victims on the crosses. Lunch is served. Watchers stand with glasses of wine, watching the show. The women on the crosses are thirsty, they plead for a drink. Theseus comes toward Tanya’s cross, carrying a hammer and a wooden phallus. A cornu. Men raise her up as he nails it to the cross below her buttocks. When they release her, she sinks slowly onto the thick plug. She sighs as it slowly penetrates her arse, stretching it to the limit. It takes some of the strain off her arms and feet. She still has to rise up to breathe, each time buggering herself on the wooden shaft. She feels her orgasm build.

Amina gets a double cornu, shaped like a rhino‘s horns. Her arse and pussy are spread wide by the invaders. The crowd cheers as she double fucks herself. The mother’s cornu is long and thick, spreading her arse widely. The sight of her wide, gaping cunt, flies crawling in to get at the cumsoaked depths and her arse stretched around the cornu bring on new scenes of passion.

The daughter looks on in painfilled horror. Her cornu is slimmer, not so long. As she slides down she feels, for the first time in her life, the penetration in her arse.

The sun slides toward the horizon. Many watchers have drifted away, some are dozing, the women dance on their crosses. There is a long night ahead, and a long day tomorrow.

Will they survive?

 

[theseus]

I found a pic to illustrate Amina. Not on a cross, unfortunately.

 

[messaline]

Difficult to find black crucified woman; I found that...​

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[Eulalia]

Difficult to find black crucified woman; I found that...​

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Thanks Messa - I few weeks back I posted a thread http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/white-torturers-non-white-victims.1385/ asking if there were any images of 'non-white' victims being crucified by 'white' Torturers. it provoked a lot of discussion, some quite interesting, but not a single image! She at least is a very beautiful black victim.

 

[messaline]

And not crucified by white men!

 

[admihoek]

And not crucified by white men!

but by black covered women.

 

[admihoek]

and another 10