At seven o’clock this evening Lord Wragg summons Prosecutor Jollyrei. He orders him to have the guards spike the women with a lance to end their suffering. Jollyrei is less than pleased and implies that Lord Wragg is getting soft due to his failed amour with Messaline.
“You signed off on them dying by crucifixion. Are you showing them mercy” Jollyrei demandingly asks.
“They have suffered a day and a half, Jolly” Lord Wragg growls. “Have them finished.”
“And have them buried” Jollyrei asks.
“I said finish their life, not take them down. I want people see their bodies hanging dead from the crosses as they come to Cruxton on Sunday morning, not a dozen bitches wheezing their last breaths.”
“I will accommodate your desire, Lord Wragg” Jollyrei graciously replies. But if Lord Wragg is the cruel ruler of Cruxtonia one could convincingly argue that Jollyrei is the more sadistic of the two. Lord Wragg, wanting to avoid the wrath of this cousin Archbishop Despard Wragg, assumed Jollyrei would send his constables up the hill to have a lance shoved through the hearts of the crucified women.
Jollyrei, a bastard artist at heart, accompanies his constable to oversee the ‘expedition’ of the women’s deaths. They approach Eulalia first as she has been crucified the longest. The lance is dipped in a vat of Joan Tree’s horny potion and they circle behind her.
Eul looks back and asks “What are you doing?”
“Lord Wragg wants you dead” Jollyrei says.
“So, you are going to end my life?”
“In a little while” Jollyrei replies. “Do her!”
The constable lifts the lance and pierces the small of Eul’s back and thrusts up to tear her right lung open. Eul grimaces and whines “Shit, that hurts!”
He twists the lance and rips her lung as he pulls the spear out. I suppose ‘mercy’ isn’t in his vocabulary. As her lung fills with blood Eulalia with Joan Tree’s potion coursing through her body suffers her last orgasm before she dies.
Each woman is lance with great care not to spear their hearts. Jollyrei desires to see their final struggle as blood suffocates them and a fierce climax ends the condemned women’s lives.
The last three to be speared are Messaline, Kathy, and Barbara. Messa is speared first with the lance that is treated with Joan Tree’s horny potion.
The share tip rips through her back and into the top of her right lung. Messa shrieks in pain as the wound only adds to the agony of the cross. Slowly her lung fills with blood and the potion races through her body. As her back bleeds from the stab entry she feels the fire in her loins. She groans “I think I am going to cum before I die.”
Messa has her last and fatal orgasm. Her agony ends twenty minutes after she was lanced.
Kathy is next to feel the spear. As it is pulled from her back she cries “OH, damn, you have killed me!”
Of course, she has been crucified to die. It would take almost a half hour for her climax then expire.
Before Kathy passed Barbara is lanced in her left lung. She feels the pain but is too weak to move much. The spear is removed and like the others blood flows into her lung and oozes out her back.
She fells the womanly juices seep from her vagina. The guards laugh as the see the shine on her inner thighs. As her orgasm climaxes Barb thinks ‘I think I needed a better plan.’
By nine that evening the twelve women have expired thirty-six hours after they were crucified. Mercenary guards would guard their crucified bodies to insure nobody could whisk away the condemned women.
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