Episode 7-Suffering On the Cross part 2
Not merely his rough but expert finger but the rhino horn itself being worked into Yupar’s cunt. There slow but steady almost languid throbbing circles and thrusts building in pace and intensity. Flesh was given time to stretch and juices flowed and all the while Yupar fought a losing battle against her own inner turmoil.
“Oh Goddess no, spare me, oh please do not forsake me please,” She screamed at the uncaring sky, “Oh goodness,” She had meant to say Goddess again but her tongue stumbled and the other word slipped out, “Oh, oh, oh.” It was not an orgasm, not yet but a heaving wave of pulsating pleasure that sent Yupar writhing and twisting. The pain from her wrist bones rubbing around torturing nails and the agony of her pinned feet made her scream but her mind was playing yet crueller tricks upon her.
The pain seemed to flood into her loins and join with and reinforce the shameful pleasures of those parts. Yupar tried to stand up and away but she knew it showed that all her lustful teenage vigorous body wanted to do was thrust down. Bitter tears of humiliation blossomed on her cheeks but though she wept she still moaned the piteous cries familiar to many a married couple and few that were not that bespoke a girl in heat and ardour.
“Oh Goddess yes,” Forced its way out and Yupar squeezed her thighs together around the horn.
“Time to please your tighter little hole now dearie,” Said the grinning Roman and Yupar spent but far from insensible could but moan in anguish and other passions as his fingers began to mould that part of her into a new shape. He pressed his finger tips all along the wet edge of her labia, then traced the horn into her wet vagina and cycled into constant motions.
Yupar groaned as she was raped by rhino's thick and long horn. The crowd howled as they saw she was becoming aroused. Some women covered their mouths with their hands as they laughed and tittered at her predicament.
Yupar looked down and saw her nipples had become puckered and erect from shame and pleasure. She felt her helplessness produced and accentuation her arousal. She tried to block out the crowd by keeping her eyes closed. There was no doubt that she was wishing to vanish into thin air as she lost even more of her dignity.
His one hand rubbed and squeezed her labia until it responded by swelling. The other hand with the horn continued fucking using her cries as a guide. The crowd could see clearly every detail of the show and her reddish sore and shaved womanhood. Suddenly, Yupar
Suddenly, Yupar received a kiss from Venus and ejaculated, spewing her juices. The crowd went wild. Men clapped and yelled. Women hid their faces in their hand but peeped out from between their splayed fingers to see. Children were bringing shielded from the obscene spurting.
Everyone was enjoying the show, except for the three criminals. Yupar began sobbing like a baby after her first climaxed on the cross. The two men on crosses beside her looked at her in awe and frustrating.
The executioner was amused by the response he had won from the little Jew bitch and now sought to deepen her humiliation by taking advantage of her aroused stated. Working her juices back from her vagina he rubbed and fingered and twisted her arsehole. Yupar tried to draw back from the disgrace but her brain was flooded with exactly the kind of fresh signals that it required to remain in its pleasured high and so her own body resisted her desires.
The crowd sighed with lust and something else, something unspoken but there, some recognition of what was being done and their complicity in it.
The executioner added the tip, just the very tip at first of the horn to his working fingers and used it to tease the sensitive inner skin of that teenage body yet further. As Yupar’s moans grew more lost and pleasure driven he withdrew his fingers and began pushing the horn. A steady inch at a time, then withdrawing to allow the muscles to relax their ever widening gap and then the next steady push forcing yet wider.
Yupar tried to rise away from the penetration but she lacked the strength and besides it felt so good even as it felt so wrong. She sank back down in exhausted pleasure soaked surrender. The horn pressed in, past where she believed she would split and then pas that point again.
Now at last satisfied with the position of his instrument the executioner called for a nail and his hammer. Two careful taps fixed the horn and then the pounding started. Yupar lifted herself right up as far as her tortured limbs would bear her but she could not escape the vibrating waves of pleasure and pain rattling through her most sensitive flesh and deep into her womanhood from an angle she had never thought to receive such sensation.
She cried and wept and again she came. The executioner stood back and laughed. Yupar would rise up for an agonising screaming minute and then sink down upon the curving polished horn. As she sank her flesh would bend but not break stimulating her in ways she found both disgusting and disgustingly enjoyable and again she would try and rise only to give to the crowd the spectacle of her seemingly arse fucking herself against her cross more wanton than any animal, she would if she could have died of shame but there was no escape and she was condemned to repeat this show as long as pride and strength remained to her.
The sun grew high in the sky and the mid-day heat only added to her discomfort. She sweated, writhed and wriggled in her cross. She tried to choose in different positions, hanging on her wrists, standing on her toes or resting her ass hole on the cornu, but there was no actual relief. She realized that she was just choosing major suffering and she felt like she had been turned into a puppet for the crowd’s amusement and entertainment. She stopped her struggles and let the horn entered deep into her rectum. Even though the pain slowly increased in her anus, she decided not to try in other ways and prayed to die as soon as possible.
But her death didn’t come easily. After another hour passed, she realized her extreme thirst. The hot sun and long hours of brutal torture had dehydrated her to the point that her lips were dry and cracked, her tongue swollen and her throat felt as though it had been packed with sand.
She asked, “Please, can I get…. …” then panted “water….” The soldiers tried to ignore her but she continued,
“Please….water…need water.”
The chief centurion ordered one of the soldiers to give them all water as he didn’t want the prisoners to die too fast. The soldiers gave water to two men first. When Yupar’s turn arrived, the soldier stepped in front of her. “Water!” she panted, “please.”
He laughed at Yupar and said, “I would like to give you what you need wench, but you rested too long. I would like you to warm up little bit. If you fuck your cunt with cornu again till you cum, this time by yourself, I will let you drink water as much as you want. That’s my deal, my queen. Give me another show! The crowd is getting bored, Haahaaa.”
Yupar didn’t think twice. She had no choice at that point. She used all her strength to lift herself up till her arsehole was fully free from the tip on horrid horn. Then, she slowly and carefully let the horn invade her well-used vagina again. As her sex manage to accept the horn again, one of the soldier shouted, “Good job bitch, now fuck your beloved horn up and down till you cum. You will get the water you need. Fuck it slut, show your people how their queen can fuck.”
She went up and down like a puppet. She was basically dancing and fucking at the same time - standing on her toes and by pulling her wrists, then she came down, allowing the horn to rub the tender membranes and flesh between her legs. After a brief and painful rest on cornu, she pushed herself up again. This went on and on. She was forced to repeat the excruciating cycle of pain, fatigue and pleasure. Her face turned red in shame, she was completely mortified.
As her belly and loin frantically shuddered, she faced another orgasm at last. Not much juice spilled this time as she was dehydrated. She released her legs fully squatting style because of tiredness. As the tip of the horn hit her cervix, she panicked “Arrrr” and then began to sob again. To be humiliated in this fashion just shattered her. Her self-image was being destroyed on cross. The pain inside her loin also increased slowly as the cornu tore up a bit of her sensitive inner walls.
The soldier brought a jug and cup, then gave her water and said, “ Drink it my piglet, you earn it, drink as much as you can, we wish to live you a bit longer, you entertained us very well.”
The relief following her drinking was mixed. On the one hand Yupar felt curiously light headed and the aching burning thirst had departed for now. On the other she became more aware than ever of the pains and wounds marching across her body and the heat of the sun was slowly baking in her flesh, yes even her ripe golden skin only could bear so much of the direct glare of that heavenly orb before it started first to tingle and then to burn. She thought she was morally spent but when two figures squeezed out from the crowd she shuddered and desperately tried to hide her face in shame. No matter where she turned her head she knew that someone could see and eventually resorted to throwing her head repeatedly forwards until her long dark tresses straggled over her face. All the while hot shame coursed through at the presence of her parents, father and step-mother who for the first time since she was a little girl bestowed eyes upon her naked flesh.
At first they were only there for Joshua. “Oh Joshua, Joshua, how could you come to this, did I not cherish you, were you not the apple of my eye? How could you follow that evil foolish girl, you have royal blood in your veins it is not fitting you should ride a cross like the common whore and her fellow slave,” Declared Joshua’s mother.
“Nay mother, it is not so, Yupar had the vision and the wisdom, she would have made a great and noble queen, no soul with an ounce of pride or wisdom could do wrong by following her message,” Argued Joshua.
“You are my son, you are the one who was born to inherit my estate,” Said their father, “It was for you to show leadership, not to follow, now look where you have come to, I love you dearly my son but now I can but pity you.”
Yupar wept softly at the hurt she had done others, first by giving them false hope, then by an act of teenage
wantonness, dashing it away.
“Yes, you were my daughter but no longer,” Yupar heard her father’s words close by her and then suddenly realised he was talking to her but she could not believe what he was saying, “I disown, I shall have no part of this, I shall pay no bribe to the Romans to retrieve your corpse as I will for Joshua, let your spirit wonder among the eternally lost, I curse you for the shame you have brought to my name.”
“But Father, please do not forsake me, I did all that you once asked of me, I gave our people hope and taught them to dare to search their own freedom by knowing power of love,” Yupar pleaded. “
Forsake you, forsake you,” Screamed Joshua’s mother, “He should have drowned you at birth you miserable cow, I hope the ghosts scratch out your eyes and drink your soul for eternity and that you scream the whole time, you are nothing but evil, evil, evil and you deserve every last disgrace that has been wrought upon you.”
“Mother no you are wrong,” Started up Joshua.
“Woman you know not of what you speak,” Rasped Malachi and there were then for a wonder hot voices from the crowd. Roman soldiers came forwards and hurried the couple away lest they start a riot an ever present concern to the authorities.
“Well that was amusing,” Drawled a sneering and familiar voice.
“Judas, why do you come?” asked Yupar, surprised at the hope flaring in her heart, an apology would not do much good for her body but it would rest at least some of the ache in her battered heart.
“To enjoy the view, you always were fun to watch, especially when you thought you were bathing unobserved, why do you think you had so many male admirers, you think it was your wise words? No it was your body that drew us all and your cunt we lusted for and I had it first,” Judas laughed.
“Judas stop being so hateful, before you regret … before you regret it for all time,” Yupar warned a sudden premonition upon her.
“Hah, I have nothing to fear, I have Roman coin in my purse and none dare touch me, I am off to celebrate, I see you are a well-used whore now, well I pimped you to these Roman pigs and now can enjoy a good few drinks at their expense,” Judas laughed and waved as he left.