I’m a concubine?
I lasted longer than that the last time Tree crucified me ...
Devil’s Bargain?
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Eulalia's fall
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I’m a concubine?
I lasted longer than that the last time Tree crucified me ...
Devil’s Bargain?
connoisseurs
Senator
Complaining again? When have you ever been asked in that nice a way? Usually you hear in clearly ruder words that you will hang from a cross.
Kathy
Terra Nova Tramp
Well written story and great pics.
morten sigurdson
Voivode of Wallachia
Agree, very good and well illustrated story(as always) pics are wonderful..
It is growing late this Saturday evening. Eulalia has been crucified almost a day and half. Her body is beginning to fail but death would be many hours away.
Archbishop Despard Wragg IV consults with Lord Quercus. “Quercus, you have made an excellent example of the slave bard Eulalia and I presume the taxes of the vendor’s sales have enriched your coffers.”
“Eulalia is getting what she deserves” Quercus acknowledges. “And the castle’s coffers are a tad thicker.”
“You know I suggested crucifying the wench” Wragg notes.
“I recall clearly” Quercus replies. “I must say it is a suitable punishment for the slave!”
“Indeed it has been. However I wish to ask a favor from you, Quercus. Tomorrow is Sunday and having a naked wench crucified would not be in the spirit of the day. I am asking you to have her finished and removed this evening.”
“It seems too merciful” Quercus sighs “but having Eulalia executed was the goal here. I grant your request!”
The sun will set before long. I cannot take another night yet I fear my body will not forsake me and allow my death. I will be quite insane before the sun rises tomorrow.
Soldiers- not the mercenaries that have guarded me- ride horses up the hill. They carry long spears. I wonder what they are coming for. They dismount and one walks up to the cross and says “The archbishop has asked Lord Quercus to have you finished and removed from the cross tonight. I am here to finish your execution.”
I can barely speak so I nod my head. He pushes the tip of the spear into my chest. It hurts like hell but I groan “Drive it into me and finish this!”
He accommodates my request…
-Eulalia
The spear misses Eulalia’s heart but rips a gaping wound in her lung. Before the sun sets the slave dies hanging from her cross.
Only the epilogue remains…
Tree
Archbishop Despard Wragg IV consults with Lord Quercus. “Quercus, you have made an excellent example of the slave bard Eulalia and I presume the taxes of the vendor’s sales have enriched your coffers.”
“Eulalia is getting what she deserves” Quercus acknowledges. “And the castle’s coffers are a tad thicker.”
“You know I suggested crucifying the wench” Wragg notes.
“I recall clearly” Quercus replies. “I must say it is a suitable punishment for the slave!”
“Indeed it has been. However I wish to ask a favor from you, Quercus. Tomorrow is Sunday and having a naked wench crucified would not be in the spirit of the day. I am asking you to have her finished and removed this evening.”
“It seems too merciful” Quercus sighs “but having Eulalia executed was the goal here. I grant your request!”
The sun will set before long. I cannot take another night yet I fear my body will not forsake me and allow my death. I will be quite insane before the sun rises tomorrow.
Soldiers- not the mercenaries that have guarded me- ride horses up the hill. They carry long spears. I wonder what they are coming for. They dismount and one walks up to the cross and says “The archbishop has asked Lord Quercus to have you finished and removed from the cross tonight. I am here to finish your execution.”
I can barely speak so I nod my head. He pushes the tip of the spear into my chest. It hurts like hell but I groan “Drive it into me and finish this!”
He accommodates my request…
-Eulalia
The spear misses Eulalia’s heart but rips a gaping wound in her lung. Before the sun sets the slave dies hanging from her cross.
Only the epilogue remains…
Tree
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
It certainly is!!
These snowflake liberals are getting everywhere!!
Make CF great again!!
The British Empire was built on cricket, a five day game-----crucifixion should be the same!!
Epilogue Part One
Eulalia hanged crucified for a day and a half. She was executed for attempting to murder Lord Quercus. The only mercy shown was a spear in her chest to culminate her crucifixion and ever with that she suffered another half hour before death overtook her.
Do not think she was given a proper burial.
No, as with all executed criminals her nude body was dragged to paupers’ cemetery by a rope tied to her ankle.
It was tossed into a pit and buried in the unmarked grave.
This was a suitable end for the criminal slave Eulalia…
Eulalia hanged crucified for a day and a half. She was executed for attempting to murder Lord Quercus. The only mercy shown was a spear in her chest to culminate her crucifixion and ever with that she suffered another half hour before death overtook her.
Do not think she was given a proper burial.
No, as with all executed criminals her nude body was dragged to paupers’ cemetery by a rope tied to her ankle.
It was tossed into a pit and buried in the unmarked grave.
This was a suitable end for the criminal slave Eulalia…
M
montycrusto
Guest
a heart-warming epilogue
One more to come!!!a heart-warming epilogue
I already did
Wait till later... remember the concubine Barbara was offered a wager!I already did
Damn good observation, Barb...
connoisseurs
Senator
As soon as you are on the cross you will. But if I were you, I wouldn´t boast about it.
Epilogue Part Two
During Eulalia’s crucifixion the concubine slave Barbara had been brought to see the slave hanging from her cross. Lady Messaline, Kathleen, and her husband Lord Quercus had offered her a bet that Barbara found too easy to refuse.
But with the idea in Quercus’ mind he would sweeten the offer. Barbara would be crucified only one day and it would be done only before invited guests of Lord Quercus. One other thing runs through Barbara’s mind is that slaves who have served the purpose they were purchased for they did not grow old gracefully. With a bit of luck they would be decapitated in the dungeon. Less fortunate ones would be hanged publicly or burned to death at a stake.
Quercus added an extra incentive for Barbara. If she takes the bet and survives she will become a free woman and a lady of his court. Of course if she doesn’t there will be a pit dug to bury her body. Without asking for all the details (we call it ‘fine print’ now days) she accepts the bet. She presents herself minimally dressed to Lord Quercus and says “I am ready. Let us get this done.”
What Barbara does not know is Quercus invited the whole capital’s population to watch her crucifixion. She would be stripped of all clothing and have to carry her cross to the site of her execution.
For a woman just taking a bet the crowd along the way shows Barbara with as much respect as they would a condemned slave treading past.
There is more humiliation waiting for Barbara when she arrives at her Golgotha. Before nailing her to the cross Lord Quercus’ head guard Archer lays her face down on the gravel-laced dirt next to her cross. With no warning she feels his massive cock enter the cleft of her bum followed by a hard thrust!
She holds her face down as he anally rapes her. The crowd approves of her violation.
The bet got more serious when they nail Barbara’s wrist to the cross. She looks at the spike protruding above her wrist in painful disbelief what has just happened to her.
They have nailed me to the cross. I stare at the spike that holds my wrist to the cross in disbelief this is happening to me! Soon they finish driving spikes into me. Painful as this is now they begin to lift the cross!
My body slides down the stipe as the cross swings skyward. I look in horror as its base enters the hole. The wood shakes as it starts to slide down then suddenly I am falling…
…what happened?
I raise my head and look around. I hang naked crucified above the cheering mob! I cry out with agony I have never felt before!
-Barbara, crucified slave
Towards the end of the day the crowd has dissipated. The best part of the show is over. Even the court’s historian leaves in boredom. But for a pair of mercenary guards Barbara hangs alone nailed to her cross
Records do not note if she won or lost her bet…
The end
During Eulalia’s crucifixion the concubine slave Barbara had been brought to see the slave hanging from her cross. Lady Messaline, Kathleen, and her husband Lord Quercus had offered her a bet that Barbara found too easy to refuse.
But with the idea in Quercus’ mind he would sweeten the offer. Barbara would be crucified only one day and it would be done only before invited guests of Lord Quercus. One other thing runs through Barbara’s mind is that slaves who have served the purpose they were purchased for they did not grow old gracefully. With a bit of luck they would be decapitated in the dungeon. Less fortunate ones would be hanged publicly or burned to death at a stake.
Quercus added an extra incentive for Barbara. If she takes the bet and survives she will become a free woman and a lady of his court. Of course if she doesn’t there will be a pit dug to bury her body. Without asking for all the details (we call it ‘fine print’ now days) she accepts the bet. She presents herself minimally dressed to Lord Quercus and says “I am ready. Let us get this done.”
What Barbara does not know is Quercus invited the whole capital’s population to watch her crucifixion. She would be stripped of all clothing and have to carry her cross to the site of her execution.
For a woman just taking a bet the crowd along the way shows Barbara with as much respect as they would a condemned slave treading past.
There is more humiliation waiting for Barbara when she arrives at her Golgotha. Before nailing her to the cross Lord Quercus’ head guard Archer lays her face down on the gravel-laced dirt next to her cross. With no warning she feels his massive cock enter the cleft of her bum followed by a hard thrust!
She holds her face down as he anally rapes her. The crowd approves of her violation.
The bet got more serious when they nail Barbara’s wrist to the cross. She looks at the spike protruding above her wrist in painful disbelief what has just happened to her.
They have nailed me to the cross. I stare at the spike that holds my wrist to the cross in disbelief this is happening to me! Soon they finish driving spikes into me. Painful as this is now they begin to lift the cross!
My body slides down the stipe as the cross swings skyward. I look in horror as its base enters the hole. The wood shakes as it starts to slide down then suddenly I am falling…
…what happened?
I raise my head and look around. I hang naked crucified above the cheering mob! I cry out with agony I have never felt before!
-Barbara, crucified slave
Towards the end of the day the crowd has dissipated. The best part of the show is over. Even the court’s historian leaves in boredom. But for a pair of mercenary guards Barbara hangs alone nailed to her cross
Records do not note if she won or lost her bet…
The end
Without asking for all the details (we call it ‘fine print’ now days) she accepts the bet. She presents herself minimally dressed to Lord Quercus and says “I am ready. Let us get this done.”
Big mistake
What Barbara does not know is Quercus invited the whole capital’s population to watch her crucifixion. She would be stripped of all clothing and have to carry her cross to the site of her execution.
Oh Shit
There is more humiliation waiting for Barbara when she arrives at her Golgotha. Before nailing her to the cross Lord Quercus’ head guard Archer lays her face down on the gravel-laced dirt next to her cross. With no warning she feels his massive cock enter the cleft of her bum followed by a hard thrust!
Oh the agony
I raise my head and look around. I hang naked crucified above the cheering mob! I cry out with agony I have never felt before!
Why the fuck did I ever agree to this!
Towards the end of the day the crowd has dissipated. The best part of the show is over. Even the court’s historian leaves in boredom. But for a pair of mercenary guards Barbara hangs alone nailed to her cross
Records do not note if she won or lost her bet…
Isn’t it obvious?
We just don't know...Isn’t it obvious?
More very sensitively written narrative - I especially like this bit, image and text -
her expression speaks very vividly to me, my anxiety and uncertainty,
even on the cross still bewildered by the world, still wondering why am I (still) here?
The early morning mist reflects my confused mind, dark, ghostly shapes haunting me ...
My whiteness
catches the early rays.
A few men gather
to appreciate
my nakedness-
most are too busy...
Thank you. It was a different write...