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Yupar's Passion - Regina Iudaeorum

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Yupar said:
Sorry for delay posting due I m still having flu n cant sit much in front of desktop to polish pics :(
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Episode 6 – Final Minutes on Earth

With harsh words and a goading whip the Romans forced Yupar to stand. Then they laid the heavy weight of her looming torture upon her, she would carry the beam on her final walk to her place of execution.

Once her final torture device was securely fastened on her shoulders, they brought another two prisoners to crucify together with their queen. Two men, elder one was around twenty five years of age and another one was just around eighteen.

When they met each other, Yupar found another horror of her life. The elder one was her best man of her fellow group who proposed to her before but she denied him for Judas. Younger one was her step-brother who loved and cared for her as sibling.

One of the centurions made announcement for two criminals, “These two are the thieves who tried to steal their rebel queen from our Roman hands of justice. So they will have to crucify with their beloved rebel bitch. Lead out these criminals to their final place.”

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Yupar’s heart was shaking and weakened as was her legs due of complete terror. Her tears were dripping on her cheeks as were her feminine juices spilling from her soaked wet loin cloth, her only last modesty except the cross beam on her shoulders.

But the two men looked much stronger in mentally and physically than her. They looked like they had determination for their future and their body were not tortured like Yupar.

After their respective crossbeams placed on them too, the three criminals were led into the streets. A centurion on horseback led the procession, followed by the two male criminals and their lectors. Queen of Jews was at the rear. A contingent of soldiers lined the flanks of the procession.

A crowd greeted the procession as they entered the street. People claimed choice spots to see their humiliated queen suffer. They believed her as their teenage leader, who might search for their freedom. They praised her as an outstanding queen, who dared to do the thing most of their men didn’t dare. But now all their hopes were dashed, because of her sexual affairs and her lust. Most of all, she tried to have her fun with Amellius Admirus, the tricky Roman pig, most of the people believed him to be who secretly murdered their former freedom fighters. Their faith in her turned to anger and hate; they cursed and insulted her all her way to the final destination.

Several times the queen of the Jews stumbled and fell on her way to Golgotha and the procession had to stop while the failed messiah was manhandled back onto her feet. Every time she fell, her own people presented her with mocks and taunts mercilessly.

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The walk seeming like an eternity for Yupar, the procession moved slowly. When she had lifted her head and shoulders to better gasp air, she saw Judas, she humbled herself. He saw her too, but with an odd expression. Face of half embarrassment with a deliberate smile. Yupar cheeks blanched red with humiliation. The thoughts of an almost naked woman, who was driven out like a cow before her ex-lover, who sold her for thirty pieces of silver and led her enemies to her spot during sex, was killing and spinning her mind round and round. Her body could not take that mental torture, she staggered and fell to her knees. She knelt there momentarily trying to balance the heavy burden across her shoulders, but instead of stood up again, fell forward onto her face, breaking her nose. Then poor Jewish queen couldn’t stand herself again with heavy cross beam on her shoulder even though the soldiers brutally whipped her.

“You, yes wench you,” The Romans pulled a woman out of the crowd, they unbound Yupar from the titulas and laid it across the shoulders of the newcomer who wailed in terror, “Oh stop your squawking woman, this bitch is for the cross not you, just carry the load now, we haven’t got all day, daft Hebrew bitches.”

Yupar was able to stand now the weight was lessened but she felt the ignominy worse than she had the previous pain. She simply had not been strong enough to carry the cross to her final parting with this earth. How could she meet her Goddess, her Sacred One if she could not defy her own bodily weakness? She had yielded to foolish romantic notions, she had yielded to lust and now she had yielded to pain. Where was the Goddess with her strength? Yupar tried hard not to cry as she followed in the wake of her own mortal procession.

Her back was raw and bleeding, her cloak in ragged tatters, her loin cloth threatening to slip off her slick hips, stained with sweat and blood. Yupar bowed her head and tried no longer to meet the jeering and mocking of the crowd who seemed to hate even more than they had once loved her. So stupid a young girl to taunt the force of Rome and now her people could see that and mocked her for that foolishness they had once shared.

Finally three criminals arrived their final place, Golgotha, where the condemned got their final punishments. As the two men were unloading their burden, the executioner shoved Yupar forward to face the crowd.

"Bitch, see your people who come to praise the queen before you sit on new throne.

Let them see your royal glory, Soldiers, strip all the precious cloths off our teenage queen. Give her a chance to give a show for her people before she suffers true agony. Let her feel full of shame before pain."
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Thank's for this lovely sunday gift Yu! Very good! (You don't seem to have much luck regarding love however, first Judas and now the guy who proposed to you on a cross beside you....or will there be some final love between you two?)
 
xso said:
Thank's for this lovely sunday gift Yu! Very good! (You don't seem to have much luck regarding love however, first Judas and now the guy who proposed to you on a cross beside you....or will there be some final love between you two?)
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That's my life time experience :D
If u wish to call this as final love, pls see RR last posting :)
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Two soldiers stripped Yupar ragged dirty cloak. And lastly they tore off her loin cloth and left her fully exposed. Her final dignity or modesty was totally gone.

Because of shame and humiliation, she shuddered and tried to cover her feminine parts by with her hairs and hands. But it made the show more fun for the crowd.

Even as the crowd jeered the Romans brought two men forwards, Yupar felt tears welling in her eyes when she saw them, “We tried sister, we really tried,” said her half-brother the other just shrugged ruefully and then tried to look away from her nakedness.

“These fools attempted to thwart Roman justice but the Go…their God denied them and delivered them up into our hands, now we shall offer them a small token of mercy,” A Roman Centurion cried out, “You, yes you, if you would have ropes rather than nails then take this bitch and show her as the slut she is.”

Yupar looked down at the ground at these words, she felt a terrible shame as it brought home to her how she had denied this kind man and instead given herself the to the vain and foolish Judas who had then betrayed her. She was just bringing herself to tell him, yes that; he should do it when he spoke first.

“Never, never will I betray my Queen she is truly the best of us Jews and will always be better than you godless Roman dogs,” The Romans were outrage and even as Yupar cried out they seized the man who had truly loved her.

“No, please no,” She cried but the hammer and the nails were brought. She could but look away as the tool was raised and then brought crashing down, the heavy thuds all but drowned by the screams of the wounded man who thrashed against both Roman soldiers and leather cords holding him down and fixed spread-eagled open to this sacrilege of his body.

As he was raised in the air Yupar called out a faint thank you but her loyal friend was lost in his own world of pain and abject misery.

Now the Roman Centurion smiled and put his beefy arm around the shoulders of the boy waiting his turn on the cross. “Now you see you don’t want that but look at her, she is ripe, every young man’s dream and it is not like you’ll get many chances to fuck, and you ain’t going to heaven for her.”

Yupar could see the thin stream trickling down her half-brothers legs and see his fear but she feared his resolve more. “Do it,” She said, “Say yes, do it with me and give me pleasure, at least of knowing you’ll be spared pain.” Yupar felt her stomach turn at the very thought but what choice or chance did she have? This was the young baby she had seen her Father’s new wife bring into the world, this was the boy she had so proudly taught to walk, and she would not see him bear pain for her sake no matter the cost in her own humiliation.

“I’ll do it,” He mumbled.

“See have depraved are the enemies of Rome? They are so disgusting they ask to do it, brother and sister together,” The Romans called out to the crowds watching.

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It was hardly a rape or even an adequate love making, he was barely hard and wept the whole time, she was somewhat slick from her long march but not truly wet and it bent more than it went in. Still after a few tentative prods lasting maybe a couple of minutes the Romans grew bored and dragged him to his cross. Yupar watched in fear but the hammer stayed down and then her little brother was jerked into the sky. He cried as his weight wrenched at his arms but there was not nearly the suffering imposed on the man besides him.

“So bitch, this feller got nailed for you when he should have nailed you,” The Centurion laughed crudely as did his men, “Tell you what, why don’t you say you are sorry and we’ll let you off the nails and just use ropes?”

“I am sorry, Malachi, I am really sorry they hurt you so, after all you did for me I…” Yupar came to a squealing halt as the Centurion grabbed her by the hair and rushed her up close to Malachi. He tore away the rag of the man’s loin cloth.

“When I say, say you are sorry you whore slut I mean you are to prove it, give him head, good head now we all know you have practiced enough on fine uncut Roman cocks, now give this trimmed sausage a good suck and bring him off, I want him to cum in your mouth so it dribbles down your chin, do it, give him a good time or you’ll get the same bad time he had.”


The Roman released his grip but he knew well that Yupar was still in his power. Yet for all that she told herself she did it not from fear of the Romans but to give Malachi the kind of pleasure she knew she should have given to him, not to Judas.

Malachi, writhed in pain, looked down as Yupar approached. His genitals at the same level as her chest, she reached out and took his limp penis in her hand. Malachi moaned softly as Yupar slowly caressed her best man's cock.
Even amidst the unimaginable agony on his wrists, Malachi began to respond to her tentative, delicate touch. After only a few strokes, he found himself with a throbbing erection.

She worked her mouth now in all the ways she had learned men liked, coarse men, brutal men but still men with male needs. She bobbed her head up and down all along that shaft, at others times she played her lips and tongue just across his glands and with her fingers deftly stroked his balls. Malachi moaned and moaned again.

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Eventually he shuddered and spilt his seed into her mouth, “Dream of me my love, dream of me and know in heaven you have earned me as no other man could,” Yupar looked up into his eyes as she felt the cum dribble from her lower lip as the Roman had commanded.

“Fucking bitch,” Muttered the Centurion. Another said, “She has no shame at all for her sake.”

While Yupar was busy with her impudent act, the soldiers fix her beam to the pole.


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Episode 7 – Suffering on Cross



Yupar was laid down on the cross by two soldiers. Then they dragged her wrists onto the beam. Another soldier sat on her belly, grabbed her elbows. . The executioner knelt behind her head, with three big spikes and hammer in hand.

Yupar yelled out in horrors, “No! Ropes you said.”


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The centurion leader who stood beside her, laughed, “Roman words are just for human, not for a bitch, especially for your kind of worthless bitch. “

Yupar’s face turned pale with fear as the hammer struck. It turned into real horror. She cried out inhumanly, as the executioner crushed her delicate left wrist with his pounding hammer. Blood spurted from the wound and her fingers involuntarily curled up. Her body twisted from side to side as she writhed in pain. She wept openly until her left hand was secured on the beam.

Her breasts quivered and urine spilled down from her bare shaved sex. She prayed to her god for deliverance as he the executioner put another nail onto her waist. But the process moved on her legs flailed in all directions and knees jerked up and out and displayed every secret for the watching crowd.

When both of her wrists were fasten on the beam, Yupar was crying like a baby, sobbing. Her flat belly frantically expanded and contracted as she breathed in and out.

The centurion gave the order for the executioners to nail Yupar's feet.

Her brain was filled with throbbing fire, her throat raw from screaming and still the Romans pounded more pain into her.

Yupar writhed and thrashed, the agony seemed so overwhelming she was sure at any moment her mind would give, her heart, something. Yet each time she returned. When they were done with her feet, she was able to look down at her abused appendages through tear filled airs. The hot smell of dust and blood, the sweat of Roman soldiers and her own stink assailed her nostrils but it was nothing compared to the throbbing pain that pulsed in waves of languid fire from her limbs to her head. Coiling like twisting ropes inside of her the pain clenched and pulled, stabbing, jabbing and needling into her and not just from the point she expected, sudden tiny unwilled movements gave birth to piercing searing flashes of agony from her elbows, her wrists, her back, her ribs or some other unwounded spot that should at least have been complacent.


If lying there was bad, the worst was yet to come, “Lift,” A Roman called to his fellow soldiers. Who heaved up with a grunt? The sudden twisting angle sent Yupar swing out from the wood but caught unable to fall at each nailed point her body moved not one half the arc it threatened. The sudden impulse set the Romans to cursing as they correct and “Heave,” Yupar cried out as more and still more of her weight bore on stressed joints in addition to the agony of the raping nails. “Heave” she could see the crowd but in her pained state it was simply a hot blur and she cried out to the uncaring world, “Goddess please don’t forsake me!”

Again the Romans heaved up and the upright post of her crucifix teetered vertical and with a slow almost reluctant thud settled in the hole prepared the greet it. Even such a measured and calibrated shock was enough to set Yupar screaming and then for a precious moment she passed out.

The fainted Queen hung in an awkward forward position as only the three nails held her body from dropping. Her head bobbed down as her chin on her chest. Under the hot afternoon sun, her voluptuous body glistened with sweats and blood. She was now on the cross fully exposing her magnificent body. Almost every man in the crowd went wild for blood and lust when they saw this erotic scene. Some women also enjoyed her helpless state, bitterly jealous of her fame and beauty.

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The centurion announced to the crowd, "This criminal is Yupar, a whore from Nazareth who degrades her own gods and destroys the peace of Judea. For her heinous crimes, Rome provided this cross for the Rebel Queen, as her throne. Behold this naked cow as an example that Rome will not tolerate any rebel or worker of mischief. She is to hang here till her soul is released. Sentence is served.

" Yupar regained in conscious as the executioner slapped her cheeks, "Why so sleepy my queen?
Wake up, bitch.

" As he was putting a crown of thorns on her head, he said " Time for you coronation."

Yupar cried in anguish as he pressed it hard against on her scalp. Rivulet blood streams were tickling down to her fore head and then face.

Her whole body shuddered in hellish pain. As he grasped her left breast, her face turned red. She had full awareness of her nakedness too even in her agony. Tears were falling down to her cheeks again.

Then, her executioner licked the nipple and laughed, "Your reign has begun, my little queenie."

The true horrors of crucifixion started, both physically and mentally.

Malachi looked on in horror at what had become of his Queen and his love. “We were foolish. Foolish to believe a reign of love could teach the Jews to overcome Roman hatefulness.”

He wept bitter tears as he spoke, “If we had not encouraged you, we would all have lived long lives, quiet and peaceful lives in our village.”

“Not true,” Said Joshua, Yupar’s brother, “Who knows what would have become of us? Taken by disease, slain by bandits or carried off by Roman soldiers, you and me to work some labour project, Yupar for a brothel?

“Those vile Roman pigs take all that is good from Israel and Judea and give us nothing but dirt and disease back. I say we lived, we showed the Romans that real royalty among the Hebrews reach out, call upon God in service and do not suck up to Roman pigs. Two thousand years hence they will remember us.”

The Romans though heard these words and liked them not and forged a plan to further break their proud enemies.

They believed that they have to concentrate more on Yupar to stop them from talking. She was lifting up herself slowly and struggling for a breath. There was no doubt her agony was truly unbearable than any of men beside her. She was fully crucified both wrists and feet by large headed nails. She was captured a day earlier, survived a whipping and faced several brutal rapes. She could not hear what the men said and didn't have strength enough to spat back to Roman. Instead, she was sobbing and begging them for mercy.

She begged, "Forgive me soldiers, Oh goddess! Please pity me."

The chief of centurions looked over at her broken body and said to the executioner, "I don't think this bitch can last more than a few hours. She's barely struggle for her single breath. We have to keep her alive till sundown. I don't want her to die before then. She must be example for other rebels."

The executioner replied, “I think so, too, she is losing her will to live. I must give it back to her. I have to give her some relief to regain her strength. With my experience, I hope she can pass a half of dozen hours if I present her a unicorn. It will be another humiliation for this cow with ripe udders."

He walked to his big bag and brought out a rhino horn that attached to a sedile. Then, he stepped closer to Yupar and showed it to her saying, "Let me ease your pain a bit with this, then I will let you ride it too hell." Then he poked the pointed end into her valley between her full melon breasts, tickled down to her navel. His other hand started exploring Yupar's labia and his fingers were searching her clitoris.

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Yupar was trying to uplift herself to avoid this shameful torture. Joshua shouted rude words in angers to Romans. Malachi begged the soldiers to torture him instead of his beloved girl. But they paid no attention. They were enjoying the show that Yupar began to give.

“Oh you like that don’t you girl, yes, a randy little whore you are, a randy little teenage slut, a young one, with all juice in the world for a damn good fuck,” The execution specialist among the legionaries taunting her.
 
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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.”

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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.
 
This episode 7 - I must give special thanks to Siss - who turned my words more beautiful and RR - who wrote his bits wz great enthusiasm :)

And this one made me really
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thehangingtree said:
Was she convicted of anything???

oh, who cares...

Great writing and pictures...

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Thanks T, i should proud for it especially frm u :)
xso said:
Mmmmmm........so nice Yu! My dream to watch this spectacle!!
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Barbaria1 said:
Can't wait Yu!
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Thanks for supporting us :)
admihoek said:
but the executioners need some skills from our carpenter................perhaps we must organized an world union card or so
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Wragg134 said:
As long as it holds together for a few hours, who cares? ;)
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Tree will know better ;)
 
Wragg134 said:
As long as it holds together for a few hours, who cares? ;)
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I think the poor occupant might have a view on this. Never mind the odd splinter here and there, but the cross does need to be sturdy enough to support the weight and cope with the victim's writhing, twisting and involuntary thrashing about in agony.

On the other hand cross falling apart mid-crucifixion, with the victim attached. Now that is interesting and colourful scenario .....
 
Quiet Paul said:
I think the poor occupant might have a view on this. Never mind the odd splinter here and there, but the cross does need to be sturdy enough to support the weight and cope with the victim's writhing, twisting and involuntary thrashing about in agony.

On the other hand cross falling apart mid-crucifixion, with the victim attached. Now that is interesting and colourful scenario .....
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show us an example pls
 
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