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The Crucifixions Continue

No sooner had the first girl been raised then another of the girls, from the family, was hauled out in the direction of the crossbeams. She, like Pontius sister, screamed her head off and had no desire to walk. So the soldiers dragged her by her arms and her heels dug into the dirt and left a trail out to the courtyard. Once again a beam was chosen and the struggling girl had her arms lashed to the wood. Two soldiers pulled her to her feet and half dragged her out to the hill and her tortured end. As preparations were made to nail her flesh and bones to the timber the other young girl was being prepared for her short journey. It was like a well oiled machine and the victims kept comming and soon five naked bodies were squirming, in agony, by their nailed hands and feet.

The soldiers took a rest from their duty and sat and watched the first group come to terms with their predicament. The mother and the father were the strongest and could hold themselves up on their shattered heels to take several breaths. Their two daughters and Pontius sister had more difficulty in sustaining their weight on their pierced heels and the spikes in their arms were elongating the holes to their wrists. All were groaning feebly as they sucked in the life supporting air. The females were all riding cornu's which for two of them were inserted in their cunts but one had it up the arse. As they rose and fell their oriface's became wet and an audible slurping sound could be heard, much to the amusement of the guards.

When their break was over the soldiers returned to the cell and dragged out Junos and his mother. Junos tried to comfort his mother but she was crying uncontrolably as she bore her beam on her sore shoulders. Both stumbled over the uneven ground as the soles of their bare feet bled from the sharp stones they trod on. At the crucifixion site they were laid on their backs and their wrists were quickly spiked to the beams. Junos looked at his mother writhing in her intense pain and kicking her feet high in the air as each blow rained down. Junos had controlled himself well and only let out one initial scream but then gritted his teeth.

"Noooooo!" howled his mother, as the beam was lifted and her feet dangled and then banged against the cross. Her body shook as the beam was fitted on the mortise and wedged in place. They seized her legs and bent them so that her toes pointed down and her ankles rested against the upright.

"Claaaang!" the hammers fell and drove the iron into the heel, splintering bone and tendon as it went. Her toes twitched in spasm and she screamed even louder but soon she was fully pinned to the wood. Junos was then raised and he grunted as he was lowered on the upright and his ankles fixed to the sides. His loin cloth was ripped from his body and his penis flopped out and jerked. He knew that as his pain continued his penis would become erect and become an attraction for any passerby to touch. Junos rested his head back and closed his eyes from the blinding sun.

Next the two remaining men were led out, both were to be nailed up in full view of their loved ones. The first went up in front of his wife and two daughters but as promised Pontius would hang naked in front of his sister. Pontius was dragged along the ground to his upright and a young soldier sat near his arm. The young lad drew a spike from his bag and place the point into the palm of the hand.

"Not there, you cunt!" bellowed Pontius, "can't you even get that fucking right."

The young soldier stopped in his tracks with mouth wide open.

"Place the spike in the wrist," he continued, "fuck me, if you want a job doing well, do it yourself."

The other soldiers laughed.

"Listen to him," they joked, "he used to nail men and women down and now it's his turn." The laughter was loud and long but the soldier repositioned his spike and drove it home.

"Aaaaargh! fuck, that's right, hit it again, Aaaaaargh," he screamed again. The other wrist was fixed in the same way and when they lifted the beam Pontius stood on tiptoes as his beam was fastened. Once hanging he raised his feet and held them at the sides to receive the final nails. The nails were driven into the ankles and produced more intensive screams and then it was over.

To be continued.................................
 
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william23 said:
"Not there, you cunt!" bellowed Junos, "can't you even get that fucking right."

The young soldier stopped in his tracks with mouth wide open.

"Place the spike in the wrist," he continued, "fuck me, if you want a job doing well, do it yourself."

The other soldiers laughed.

"Listen to him," they joked, "he used to nail men and women down and now it's his turn." The laughter was loud and long but the soldier repositioned his spike and drove it home.
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Now that is incredible! Junos has to give technical advice for his own crucifixion!:eeek::confused:
Good story William, well wrtitten!:applaudit:
 
william23 said:
The Crucifixions Continue

No sooner had the first girl been raised then another of the girls, from the family, was hauled out in the direction of the crossbeams. She, like Pontius sister, screamed her head off and had no desire to walk. So the soldiers dragged her by her arms and her heels dug into the dirt and left a trail out to the courtyard. Once again a beam was chosen and the struggling girl had her arms lashed to the wood. Two soldiers pulled her to her feet and half dragged her out to the hill and her tortured end. As preparations were made to nail her flesh and bones to the timber the other young girl was being prepared for her short journey. It was like a well oiled machine and the victims kept comming and soon five naked bodies were squirming, in agony, by their nailed hands and feet.

The soldiers took a rest from their duty and sat and watched the first group come to terms with their predicament. The mother and the father were the strongest and could hold themselves up on their shattered heels to take several breaths. Their two daughters and Pontius sister had more difficulty in sustaining their weight on their pierced heels and the spikes in their arms were elongating the holes to their wrists. All were groaning feebly as they sucked in the life supporting air. The females were all riding cornu's which for two of them were inserted in their cunts but one had it up the arse. As they rose and fell their oriface's became wet and an audible slurping sound could be heard, much to the amusement of the guards.

When their break was over the soldiers returned to the cell and dragged out Junos and his mother. Junos tried to comfort his mother but she was crying uncontrolably as she bore her beam on her sore shoulders. Both stumbled over the uneven ground as the soles of their bare feet bled from the sharp stones they trod on. At the crucifixion site they were laid on their backs and their wrists were quickly spiked to the beams. Junos looked at his mother writhing in her intense pain and kicking her feet high in the air as each blow rained down. Junos had controlled himself well and only let out one initial scream but then gritted his teeth.

"Noooooo!" howled his mother, as the beam was lifted and her feet dangled and then banged against the cross. Her body shook as the beam was fitted on the mortise and wedged in place. They seized her legs and bent them so that her toes pointed down and her ankles rested against the upright.

"Claaaang!" the hammers fell and drove the iron into the heel, splintering bone and tendon as it went. Her toes twitched in spasm and she screamed even louder but soon she was fully pinned to the wood. Junos was then raised and he grunted as he was lowered on the upright and his ankles fixed to the sides. His loin cloth was ripped from his body and his penis flopped out and jerked. He knew that as his pain continued his penis would become erect and become an attraction for any passerby to touch. Junos rested his head back and closed his eyes from the blinding sun.

Next the two remaining men were led out, both were to be nailed up in full view of their loved ones. The first went up in front of his wife and two daughters but as promised Pontius would hang naked in front of his sister. Pontius was dragged along the ground to his upright and a young soldier sat near his arm. The young lad drew a spike from his bag and place the point into the palm of the hand.

"Not there, you cunt!" bellowed Pontius, "can't you even get that fucking right."

The young soldier stopped in his tracks with mouth wide open.

"Place the spike in the wrist," he continued, "fuck me, if you want a job doing well, do it yourself."

The other soldiers laughed.

"Listen to him," they joked, "he used to nail men and women down and now it's his turn." The laughter was loud and long but the soldier repositioned his spike and drove it home.

"Aaaaargh! fuck, that's right, hit it again, Aaaaaargh," he screamed again. The other wrist was fixed in the same way and when they lifted the beam Pontius stood on tiptoes as his beam was fastened. Once hanging he raised his feet and held them at the sides to receive the final nails. The nails were driven into the ankles and produced more intensive screams and then it was over.

To be continued.................................
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Sorry, have changed the text to Pontius from Junos as it was Pontius that corrected the soldier.
Once again sorry for the error.
 
No End to the Pain!

The night was long and chilly, the stars shone brightly and the full moon lit up the tortured bodies on their structures. All were gasping for breath as they rose on the iron pinning there pain racked bodies to the wood. Pontius looked in anger at his sister's tortured, writhing body as she rose for the umpteenth time on her shattered heels.

"My sister," croaked Pontius, "try and hang by your wrists and the end will come quickly." However, a persons will to live always seemed to spur them on to lift, at the expense of excrutiating pain delivered to their hands and feet.

The frail body groaned as, once more, the limbs felt the cold edge of iron grating against young bone.

Junos was involved in his own struggles but now and again he would glance at the hairy body of Pontius.

"Well, aren't you pleased at where we have ended up, you bastard!" he hollered as he edged his way up the upright splintering his back.

"Your sister does not seem to want to talk to you," he gasped, "she is also suffering like us." Junos voice trailed off as once more he sagged down and his legs splayed to display his stiffening penis.

"My sss...my son," bleated his mother, "I am so sorry, so very sorry. If we had not welcomed this stranger into our house we would not be hanging on these cursed crosses!"

"No mother, it was I that should be sorry, I should have told you about his past," remarked Junos.

"You knew!" responded his father, "you knew, but did not tell us?"

"How was I to know it would end like this." Junos gasped as his torn feet slipped on the spikes in his ankles causing him to fall heavily on his impaled wrists.

His mother hung by her long arms, her legs spread obscenely displaying her hairy cunt for all to see, which was impaled with the horn of the cornu. A small trail of blood ran down the inside of her gaping thighs and down her long slim legs and dripping of the ankles. From time to time her legs would spasm as the edge of the iron would scrape against a nerve in her heels.

The other girls that had been crucified were also not fairing well but were still involved in the struggle to live, as were all the others. The soldiers would pace around the victims and would place wet rags to their mouths in order to sustain them in their hours of pain to follow. They would, from time to time, throw water over the bodies to wash away the piss and shit clinging to them. By doing this it would stop the flies from feasting on their flesh too early. The scavenging dogs would circle the group, but not too close, as they would get a hefty kick from a boot if they interfered.

The sun rose early on the gruesome scene, the soldiers had done well as all were still alive and moaning in their pain. The soldiers would walk around the crosses and thwack them on their legs and inner thighs to check on their condition. The females squealed and twisted as the end of a spear would probe the oriface not invaded by the cornu. The men, however, got it up the arse and the soldiers would bet as to how high they could push a victim up until the pain in their stretched feet became to much to bare.

When the soldiers had had enough they would leave them to their own long drawn out misery.

To be continued..............................
 
The Endless Pain

It had been another long day and night, first the unrelenting heat from the sun and then the cold chill of the nigh air. The night was the most fearsome as there was no full moon to light up the scene. The cold night had taken its first two victims, one girl and Junos mother. Mortius sobbed as he took in the still, limp, body of his wife of twenty years. The blood that had oozed from the nails in her hands and feet had blackened in the sun. Her tongue hung from the side of her mouth and a clarion bird had pecked and removed an eye from its socket as a tasty morsel.

Junos could not bare to look at his mother in that state and held his gaze on the skinny body of the young crucified girl to his left. He eyed the lifeless body from her dark brown hair to her pert soft breasts, passed her neatly trimmed pubic area and down to her cute little feet. Her face still showed the horror of her torment, with her eyes in a fixed and permanent stare and a small trickle of blood from her mouth where she had bitten her tongue.

The soldiers were doing their routine walk around the crucified checking on their current condition. When they reached Junos mother they could see she was dead and quickly arranged a short ladder to remove the stiffened corpse. First the spikes were prissed from the heel bones and her legs dangled freely. Then one wrist at a time was released and finaly the body dropped to the foot of the cross. The soldiers grabbed a foot each and hauled the body over to the burial pit and tossed it over the edge and onto a pile of rotting flesh. Mortius had not watched as his beloved wife was removed from her cross but he moaned quietly to himself. The body of the girls was also released from her torture instrument and uncerimmoniously thrown into the pit, and covered with lime, with all the other fly infested bodies.

The remaining crucified hung in the blazing sun performing their agonnising dance on the festering wounds in their hands and feet. Just then they could hear more shouting and screaming, for approaching the hill were two more unfortunates to end their miserable lives in extreme torment. It was two men, both in their late thirties, burdened with their crossbeams on their lacerated outstretched arms. One of the men was babbling and pleading for his life but he was being kicked along by the heavy boot of the accompanying crucifixion squad. The other man was quiet and subdued as if he was oblivious to what was about to happen. The men were ushered towards the two newly vacant uprights and thrown down. One of the men looked up and his mouth hung open in disbelief.

"Pontius, you bastard!" he bellowed, "of all the cunts to be next to it had to be you." The man tried to spit at Pontius but he was out of strength from the long walk to the crucifixion site.

"May you rot on your cross, I hope your torment is long and drawn out, I want to see you fucking suffer!" he screamed.

Pontius looked down from his cross and then pushed up high on his shattered ankles.

"Uuumph!" he groaned, "well my friend we meet again, let me see when did we last speak, oh yes, when I was driving the iron into that cunt of a wife of yours." He spat back at the now stretched out man and a glob of spittle landed on his cheek.

"Enough!" yelled one of the soldiers, "you will get to renew acquaintances once we have finished the nailing, and with that the hammers fell in unison. The man screamed and thrashed around, kicking his feet high in the air as the iron made its way home and into the wood below. Soon the beam, and its living brethren, was lifted high in the air and onto the stipe and dropped, with a thud, firmly in place. The man fainted with the pain and this made securing the feet even more easier. The second man went a lot quietly save the odd moan as the spikes made him as one with the cross, and there they hung.


To be continued.......................................
 
Death Approaches

Pontius hung by his wrists, time to rise again, he thought, as he heaved himself up gritting his teeth. His calf muscles shook as he felt the rough edge of the spikes grate against the bone in his heels. His toes splayed apart as the slow journey to the top of his cross began. His thumbs jerked into his palms as the spikes hit the median nerve sending lightning bolts of pain along his arms. He hated this part as he knew the pain to expect as he had made the slow rise to breath numerous times. He was able to straighten his legs and lock his knees and gulped in the air, then drop down again and take the strain off his feet and back on to his wrists. His sister was nearing her end, she was struggling to rise, on her small brutalised feet, and take a long enough breath. She was wheezing and would splutter up blood, now and again, her knees would flop open to show her bald pussy to all. Pontius wept as he watched his younger sister slowly slip away but not before the soldiers had their fun. One by one they would insert their fingers in her cunt until there was no room left. She would grunt and groan but she was unable to avoid the intrusion. With a sigh and a shake of her small frame of a body she was no more. Her body was taken down from the cross and the spikes pulled out of her hands and feet. The soldiers grabbed her by the arms and legs and tossed her into the pit.

Pontius had nothing to live for, the man in front of him steeped curses on him and laughed at his anguish. He would taunt him at the size of his penis and would urge the soldiers to stroke it to see if it would stiffen. The soldiers were more than happy to oblige and would spit on their hands before applying presure to the engorged member. Pontius would moan and soon his penis would jerk and shoot cum all over the ground. The other mature woman had survived this far but was to be whipped on her cross and then have her legs broken. The soldier approached her cross and slapped her thigh to revive her. She opened her eyes and looked at the soldier flexing his arm and having a practice swish with the whip.

"Crack!" the first blow caught her in the belly.

"Aaaaaargh!" she screamed, as another blow hit her left breast just below he nipple. Blow after blow rained down on the ever reddening body, this produced many a convulsion, punctuated with loud screams. Soon the women, hung limp by her wrists, her large sagging breasts heaving from the exertion. She was panting and twisting as the cornu rubbed the inner folds of her sex. The soldier returned with his club and after two well placed hits broke both the shin bones.

"Urrrgh," grunted the woman, as all her weight rested on the bones in her wrists. Soon there was a violent shake and the flicker of life departed her body for ever.

The soldiers needed to finish the others off, as more crosses were required, wood was in short demand and so no body would hang for more than three days. The soldiers quickly wielded their clubs and made short work of the others. Junos ended up in the pit, along with his mother father and the stranger, Pontius, who was the cause of their demise.

The End.
 
william23 said:
Death Approaches

Pontius hung by his wrists, time to rise again, he thought, as he heaved himself up gritting his teeth. His calf muscles shook as he felt the rough edge of the spikes grate against the bone in his heels. His toes splayed apart as the slow journey to the top of his cross began. His thumbs jerked into his palms as the spikes hit the median nerve sending lightning bolts of pain along his arms. He hated this part as he knew the pain to expect as he had made the slow rise to breath numerous times. He was able to straighten his legs and lock his knees and gulped in the air, then drop down again and take the strain off his feet and back on to his wrists. His sister was nearing her end, she was struggling to rise, on her small brutalised feet, and take a long enough breath. She was wheezing and would splutter up blood, now and again, her knees would flop open to show her bald pussy to all. Pontius wept as he watched his younger sister slowly slip away but not before the soldiers had their fun. One by one they would insert their fingers in her cunt until there was no room left. She would grunt and groan but she was unable to avoid the intrusion. With a sigh and a shake of her small frame of a body she was no more. Her body was taken down from the cross and the spikes pulled out of her hands and feet. The soldiers grabbed her by the arms and legs and tossed her into the pit.

Pontius had nothing to live for, the man in front of him steeped curses on him and laughed at his anguish. He would taunt him at the size of his penis and would urge the soldiers to stroke it to see if it would stiffen. The soldiers were more than happy to oblige and would spit on their hands before applying presure to the engorged member. Pontius would moan and soon his penis would jerk and shoot cum all over the ground. The other mature woman had survived this far but was to be whipped on her cross and then have her legs broken. The soldier approached her cross and slapped her thigh to revive her. She opened her eyes and looked at the soldier flexing his arm and having a practice swish with the whip.

"Crack!" the first blow caught her in the belly.

"Aaaaaargh!" she screamed, as another blow hit her left breast just below he nipple. Blow after blow rained down on the ever reddening body, this produced many a convulsion, punctuated with loud screams. Soon the women, hung limp by her wrists, her large sagging breasts heaving from the exertion. She was panting and twisting as the cornu rubbed the inner folds of her sex. The soldier returned with his club and after two well placed hits broke both the shin bones.

"Urrrgh," grunted the woman, as all her weight rested on the bones in her wrists. Soon there was a violent shake and the flicker of life departed her body for ever.

The soldiers needed to finish the others off, as more crosses were required, wood was in short demand and so no body would hang for more than three days. The soldiers quickly wielded their clubs and made short work of the others. Junos ended up in the pit, along with his mother father and the stranger, Pontius, who was the cause of their demise.

The End.
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That was a great and emotion story. Good job!!
 
william23,

So, this time you decided to go a little longer. That clearly works for you, too, and for us. More thanks for another fine effort. You have the writers' touch, no doubt about it.
 
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