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November, the month of the crucifixion!
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Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Too much honour, thank you!
All I did was working for a living! My way!
Being crucified makes me look younger, better, fitter!
Thank you!
Same for you, although you have a head start of two days
piraland
Tribune
Tonight, the soldiers on guard in the Cross Fields picked up a collapsed naked young woman at the feet of Loxuru's cross!
She must have slipped unwittingly near the crosses in the semi-darkness that reigns at the top of the hill!
Obviously, before falling asleep, she proved her attraction to him and did what many women would have liked to do without daring!
A witness claimed to have seen her caress the genitals of the crucified person before taking it in the mouth and making him ejaculate.
He did not complain and did not warn the soldiers of the "rape" he was being subjected to.
Touching and “raping” a crucified person is a serious fault.
The judge directly condemned her to suffer the same fate as her "victim".
They shouldn't have made her take off her clothes since she was already naked!
She really is a very pretty young girl named Y— and so tomorrow she will be crucified naked next to Loxuru after receiving her flogging.
This night, she will spend it in prison where the guards will be happy to take advantage of her charms.
So here is an additional cross to add to the top of the hill.
She must have slipped unwittingly near the crosses in the semi-darkness that reigns at the top of the hill!
Obviously, before falling asleep, she proved her attraction to him and did what many women would have liked to do without daring!
A witness claimed to have seen her caress the genitals of the crucified person before taking it in the mouth and making him ejaculate.
He did not complain and did not warn the soldiers of the "rape" he was being subjected to.
Touching and “raping” a crucified person is a serious fault.
The judge directly condemned her to suffer the same fate as her "victim".
They shouldn't have made her take off her clothes since she was already naked!
She really is a very pretty young girl named Y— and so tomorrow she will be crucified naked next to Loxuru after receiving her flogging.
This night, she will spend it in prison where the guards will be happy to take advantage of her charms.
So here is an additional cross to add to the top of the hill.
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Saturday, 28th of november.
The 28th day of 'the great purge' of Cuxistan's prisons.
Despite the odds, it took me by surprise when they came for me this morning. When they grabbed me, realising what was happening, fear fell over me as a bucket of ice cold water. I initially resisted.
I threw a last look at Rias and Chinadoll, both terrified to see me taken away, while relieved that they got at least a day of delay.
Stripped naked, I got dragged out of prison, into open air. Seeing the sun again was an invigorating relief, although enjoying fresh air would be short lived and I would need all my revived energy for my coming ordeal.
There was a (scaringly) numerous crowd, some showing their anger against the convicted criminal. Law and order adepts, supporters of the harsh practices of Cruxistan justice. Satisfied to see me executed, they taunted me about my downfall, my nudity and the abuses I had been submitted to in prison.
Others however, women, showed some admiration (concealed obviously, since in Cruxistan, showing sympathy for a convict is not without danger for one’s life).
As my executor, they had assigned some muscular amazon, who clearly was eager to take advantage of her job. She said she hated criminals and she would do everything to humiliate me.
“You seem to have a strong reputation, Loxuru, of a tough guy, admired by women! I don’t understand what women admire in a criminal like you! I urge you to keep your cock right up, or I will make this day even more unpleasant for you!”
I could not imagine what else could make the day worse, but before I could ask, she tied me to the whipping post, while slowly masturbated me, but before finishing the job, she started the whipping.
She hit me hard all over my body (but seemingly taking care not to touch my erect cock).
I tried to endure the flogging as good as it got. I did not want to give the hostile crowd more reason for taunting me, and I wanted to keep up my ‘tough’ reputation. I admit it was not easy, the lashes were a real torment, bringing me to the edge of my endurance. Five more blows would have likely brought me to the point of either screaming or begging for mercy! Once finished, she resumed the caress abandoned before and ended by taking my cock between her lips and sucking it greedily until I ‘gives her his seed that so many women would like to taste’, as she explained.
Next, they lay a patibulum on my neck, and they made me walk to my cross. It was an uphill walk, the patibulum was really heavy, and my long stay, the abuse and the solitary confinement in prison had undermined my condition. I was no longer the fit man I used to be. Every step was an effort. And I would not reach my cross before I had passed in front of a macabre spectacle : ‘death row’. All the previously executed were still attached to their cross, some already nearly a month. It was not a pleasant sight! Clearly, the guards wanted to show me my future!
The oldest corpses were hardly recognizable anymore. Ravaged by birds, and being the prey of myriads of insects, their flesh and organs had been torn apart. Their skin had turned into a morbid greenish black. Bones were protruding from under the decomposing flesh. Their heads hanging forward, eyes – if not yet devoured - and mouth opened.
Messaline was still recognizable as Messaline, but hadn’t I remembered that my former partner in crime, Cire had been crucified on the third day, I wouldn’t have recognized him. His head had largely been reduced to bare skull. But he seemed to recognize me from beyond the frontier of life. His wide open eyes seemed to follow me, his open jaw in a sardonic grin. He looked like as if he was pleased, I would finally meet my cruel fate too, that I would not escape justice, that I would soon join him and the other dead in their cold macabre. That’s what they all seemed to do, the oldest crucified in the first section of the row of the dead. They had turned into spectators from another world, looking upon me with the same malicious pleasure as the living onlookers were doing. Mocking my struggle with my heavy load. Mocking my nudity, mocking my downfall. The strange exception was Barb, whose body had remained largely intact, apparently in the process of mummification, her skin wrinkled, giving her the looks as if she was complaining about her fate.
Only from Piraland on, the corpses were generally still better preserved and their looks were less mocking. Piraland and his wife Monica had turned their downhanging faces towards each other in death, separated by Nicole, whose head was hanging down peacefully. And further on, the looks of the dead had even something more serene, as if they were relieved their suffering was over. Ursula, who had not suffered long. Fossy, even in death looking with admiration and desire to beautiful Peony and Charlotte. Baracus looked as if he still was in thoughts about the strength of his crosses, after having been forcedly made a user of one of them. Cynthia was seemingly just asleep, still looking gorgeous. Baron Von Sade had a satisfied smile, as if he enjoyed having been subjected to the pleasures of the Divine Baron’s virtues. Most shocking was how poor Eulalia must have died, wrecked on the wheel. It seems to have been her wish, but there was still pain in her looks.
It was even more shocking to find out that only Carlos and Kathy were still alive. As I walked along his cross, Carlos wished me good luck.
Having hardly replied, that executor woman pushed my face into Kathy’s pussy, and forced me to lick her to orgasm. Humiliating for me, for Kathy and for Carlos, who had to watch it, while he will never be able anymore to touch Kathy!
Then, the ‘real work’ begun as my wrists were fixed to the patibulum with steel spikes! It happened swiftly and I had little time to contemplate between I got dragged away from Kathy and the start of the nailing. The pain was hellish, and I cried out in fear and torment, as everybody would do! There was no option to remain defiant, as I still was able to, during the flogging. Yet, before I even could recompose myself, that tormentor woman was impaling herself on my cock, which apparently got erect by the stress of the nailing. I saw her muscular breasts wiggle as she worked towards orgasm! At last, I ejaculated into her, making her emit roars of pleasure. Then she resumed to the nailing of my feet, again painful and infamous! I thought that was it, however, before having the cross erected, she again gave her dripping cum and cum pussy to lick to me, which made me send her once again to 7th heaven!
It is weird : nearly half of the crucified had been condemned to death for breaches of public morality! Cruxistan justice is merciless about such matters! But that female executor constantly breached public morality, but gets away with it, since she was acting in the name of justice. So, if you want to commit breaches of public morality in Cruxistan, simply apply for an executioners’ job and you can enjoy impunity for it!
Then, she had the cross lifted. With my feet nailed flat to the stipes, I was made hanging, my body bowed, my loins and genitals protruding forward, presenting them to the onlookers, both admirers and those who like to see my slow death.
For me too, this is the beginning of the end.
The 28th day of 'the great purge' of Cuxistan's prisons.
Despite the odds, it took me by surprise when they came for me this morning. When they grabbed me, realising what was happening, fear fell over me as a bucket of ice cold water. I initially resisted.
I threw a last look at Rias and Chinadoll, both terrified to see me taken away, while relieved that they got at least a day of delay.
Stripped naked, I got dragged out of prison, into open air. Seeing the sun again was an invigorating relief, although enjoying fresh air would be short lived and I would need all my revived energy for my coming ordeal.
There was a (scaringly) numerous crowd, some showing their anger against the convicted criminal. Law and order adepts, supporters of the harsh practices of Cruxistan justice. Satisfied to see me executed, they taunted me about my downfall, my nudity and the abuses I had been submitted to in prison.
Others however, women, showed some admiration (concealed obviously, since in Cruxistan, showing sympathy for a convict is not without danger for one’s life).
As my executor, they had assigned some muscular amazon, who clearly was eager to take advantage of her job. She said she hated criminals and she would do everything to humiliate me.
“You seem to have a strong reputation, Loxuru, of a tough guy, admired by women! I don’t understand what women admire in a criminal like you! I urge you to keep your cock right up, or I will make this day even more unpleasant for you!”
I could not imagine what else could make the day worse, but before I could ask, she tied me to the whipping post, while slowly masturbated me, but before finishing the job, she started the whipping.
She hit me hard all over my body (but seemingly taking care not to touch my erect cock).
I tried to endure the flogging as good as it got. I did not want to give the hostile crowd more reason for taunting me, and I wanted to keep up my ‘tough’ reputation. I admit it was not easy, the lashes were a real torment, bringing me to the edge of my endurance. Five more blows would have likely brought me to the point of either screaming or begging for mercy! Once finished, she resumed the caress abandoned before and ended by taking my cock between her lips and sucking it greedily until I ‘gives her his seed that so many women would like to taste’, as she explained.
Next, they lay a patibulum on my neck, and they made me walk to my cross. It was an uphill walk, the patibulum was really heavy, and my long stay, the abuse and the solitary confinement in prison had undermined my condition. I was no longer the fit man I used to be. Every step was an effort. And I would not reach my cross before I had passed in front of a macabre spectacle : ‘death row’. All the previously executed were still attached to their cross, some already nearly a month. It was not a pleasant sight! Clearly, the guards wanted to show me my future!
The oldest corpses were hardly recognizable anymore. Ravaged by birds, and being the prey of myriads of insects, their flesh and organs had been torn apart. Their skin had turned into a morbid greenish black. Bones were protruding from under the decomposing flesh. Their heads hanging forward, eyes – if not yet devoured - and mouth opened.
Messaline was still recognizable as Messaline, but hadn’t I remembered that my former partner in crime, Cire had been crucified on the third day, I wouldn’t have recognized him. His head had largely been reduced to bare skull. But he seemed to recognize me from beyond the frontier of life. His wide open eyes seemed to follow me, his open jaw in a sardonic grin. He looked like as if he was pleased, I would finally meet my cruel fate too, that I would not escape justice, that I would soon join him and the other dead in their cold macabre. That’s what they all seemed to do, the oldest crucified in the first section of the row of the dead. They had turned into spectators from another world, looking upon me with the same malicious pleasure as the living onlookers were doing. Mocking my struggle with my heavy load. Mocking my nudity, mocking my downfall. The strange exception was Barb, whose body had remained largely intact, apparently in the process of mummification, her skin wrinkled, giving her the looks as if she was complaining about her fate.
Only from Piraland on, the corpses were generally still better preserved and their looks were less mocking. Piraland and his wife Monica had turned their downhanging faces towards each other in death, separated by Nicole, whose head was hanging down peacefully. And further on, the looks of the dead had even something more serene, as if they were relieved their suffering was over. Ursula, who had not suffered long. Fossy, even in death looking with admiration and desire to beautiful Peony and Charlotte. Baracus looked as if he still was in thoughts about the strength of his crosses, after having been forcedly made a user of one of them. Cynthia was seemingly just asleep, still looking gorgeous. Baron Von Sade had a satisfied smile, as if he enjoyed having been subjected to the pleasures of the Divine Baron’s virtues. Most shocking was how poor Eulalia must have died, wrecked on the wheel. It seems to have been her wish, but there was still pain in her looks.
It was even more shocking to find out that only Carlos and Kathy were still alive. As I walked along his cross, Carlos wished me good luck.
Having hardly replied, that executor woman pushed my face into Kathy’s pussy, and forced me to lick her to orgasm. Humiliating for me, for Kathy and for Carlos, who had to watch it, while he will never be able anymore to touch Kathy!
Then, the ‘real work’ begun as my wrists were fixed to the patibulum with steel spikes! It happened swiftly and I had little time to contemplate between I got dragged away from Kathy and the start of the nailing. The pain was hellish, and I cried out in fear and torment, as everybody would do! There was no option to remain defiant, as I still was able to, during the flogging. Yet, before I even could recompose myself, that tormentor woman was impaling herself on my cock, which apparently got erect by the stress of the nailing. I saw her muscular breasts wiggle as she worked towards orgasm! At last, I ejaculated into her, making her emit roars of pleasure. Then she resumed to the nailing of my feet, again painful and infamous! I thought that was it, however, before having the cross erected, she again gave her dripping cum and cum pussy to lick to me, which made me send her once again to 7th heaven!
It is weird : nearly half of the crucified had been condemned to death for breaches of public morality! Cruxistan justice is merciless about such matters! But that female executor constantly breached public morality, but gets away with it, since she was acting in the name of justice. So, if you want to commit breaches of public morality in Cruxistan, simply apply for an executioners’ job and you can enjoy impunity for it!
Then, she had the cross lifted. With my feet nailed flat to the stipes, I was made hanging, my body bowed, my loins and genitals protruding forward, presenting them to the onlookers, both admirers and those who like to see my slow death.
For me too, this is the beginning of the end.
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
A wonderful narrative
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Day 28 of the Great Cruxistan Prison Purge.
On that 28th day, I was the 31st in a row of crucified condemned. Because since the start of the purge, three extra condemned have been crucified apart from those waiting in the cells. They all three got summary convicted : Fossy, who was too close with his muses Peony and Charlotte, Judith, the lover of Messaline, and Stella’s mother, who made a riot during the crucifixion of her daughter.
All nailed to crosses, made of French Premium Wood, delivered by Messaline, who got crucified on day one, and assembled by the master cross-maker Baracus, whose greed made him abuse his monopoly and brought him as a convict on his own cross.
I was now the freshest crucified, and started my final ordeal. The way I had been nailed was a challenge to my condition. Feet flat to the stipes, no footrest, no sedile or cornu. I was constantly ‘flying’. To be allowed to breathe, I had to push up, strain my knees and curb my body forward, and stretching out my arms, using the nails in my wrists as support.
In a ‘relax’ position, I bent my knees, but not too much, otherwise my feet wanted to flex over the nails, painfully inhibited by the washers, holding firmly my insteps. This position made breathing difficult, put strain on my knees, and once more, my arms were hanging on the wrist nails, carrying most of my body weight, then.
Switching position was a harsh effort.
The onlookers enjoyed my struggle with malicious pleasure. Particularly in the ‘up’ position, when my loins and genitals were ‘presented’ to them, they taunted and mocked me.
I tried to ignore them, accepting that it was part of it, and that, if I had not wanted to do the time (on the cross), I should not have done the crime (and knowing that I got now what always has fascinated me). But the continuous effort, the knowledge that I am going to die here, and their mockery, undermined my mental resistance. I could feel it, I could do nothing about it and I hoped I could hide my despair until the place would be empty of onlookers. Sharing it with Kathy and Carlos would bother me much less.
Carlos and Kathy were also getting their share of the mocking crowd. Their downfall was even harder since they had committed no intentional crime, and since they held a position with status before they got arrested. Carlos, former airliner pilot was mocked about his ‘new airplane’ he was ‘flying’ now. Kathy had to cope with sexually oriented demeaning taunts. I also could see that they struggled with their forced separation, longing with their naked bodies to each other, but unable to join.
The only remaining delight I had, was the view of beautiful Kathy on my right. She was largely committed with her lover Carlos, on the cross next to her. Particularly, since Carlos seemed to loose strength towards the evening, making Kathy concerned. Which I understood very well.
But like a good chief air attendant, Kathy was also concerned about the other ‘passenger’ of the crosses, and so, she regularly informed whether I was doing well, and we exchanged encouraging words.
So, the three of us passed a long day under the hot sun. Thirst and pain were exhausting.
When evening fell, the crowds dispersed and got home. Leaving only the three crucified condemned on the hill, and guards, moving around with torches, illuminating our crosses, or standing on guard further away. It was never pitch dark that night, so we could still see each other.
At one point in the night, however, our conversations were silenced by fatigue. I was dead tired, but sleeping on a cross was impossible, particularly because I lacked any additional support. Actually, I was doing physical efforts all the time, in any position, but to sleep, I needed some relax. How many times did I close my eyes, for a moment snoozing away, I got brutally woken up again, as my head nodded forward, and my muscles relaxed, triggering a jolt in my body that woke me up again. Painful both for my overstrained muscles and on my nailing points. I often could not suppress a cry of pain, or a curse because of the frustration. Kathy and Carlos had the same problem, I regularly heard right from me.
The dark made me think back about my life, about death, about what I would miss. But still, no regrets.
Being at the end of the row, I wondered who would be crucified left from me? Chinadoll or Rias?
So, the night crept forward at a terribly slow pace, and every second of it was torment and fatigue. In the distance, I saw a bell tower, with a clock of which the pointers were illuminated. I must have seen and lived every minute on it.
Suddenly, around 3:30 am, I heard a noise near my cross. Footsteps were nearing. They were not from the guards, whose torches were visible at some distance, lower on the hill. In the semi-darkness I could see, to my surprise, a naked woman approaching my cross.
“Loxuru!” she whispered, while she started touching me. I had never seen her before.
“What are you doing here!?” I asked, taking care not to alert the guards, “touching a crucified is forbidden!”
“Chhht!” she said, now caressing my genitals. “Just relax! I know what I am doing!”
Through the stimulation, I felt my cock erecting, to my surprise, I admit, after so many hours of exhausting.
“Go away!” I said “when the guards find you here, they’ll crucify you too!”
She said nothing more, but took my cock into her mouth. As the stimulation continued, I felt a wave of excitement going through my body, releasing the strain on my muscles, but not removing the pain.
“Stop it!” I still insisted, but with less effort than before. Confused, I gradually surrendered, while my body ventured the extremes of cramps, pain and excitement, while I was still worried that my grunting and moaning would alert guards (and worried that she would have the evil intention to bite - after all, was she an admirer or a victim of my crimes!?).
Finally, my loins exploded and I ejaculated into her mouth. For a few seconds, all the pain and cramps had vanished. Then they gradually came back, reminding me of my perilous position.
I had enjoyed it actually, but I was now concerned about the woman’s safety. Looking around, the guards had clearly not been alerted.
“That was fine, thanks!” I whispered, “but now please go away, before the guards find you here!”
But her only reply was :
“Did you love it? I swallowed it!”
Then, to my worry, she sat down, her back against my cross, and fell asleep.
Kathy had noticed the scene too, and whispered something like “Silly woman!”
We both hoped she would go on in time, but she did not wake up anymore, and some twenty minutes later, the guards found her. Apparently, someone dwelling around had seen what happened, and had finally alerted the guards. He was clearly out for some bounty?
“Did this woman rape you, Sir!?” the chief guard asked me, not without cynicism in his voice, “don’t worry, we’ll take care of her!”
And took her away, straight to court, and she even did not resist.
I felt sad, knowing for sure that she would join us the next day on a cross. And I felt sad, because the great orgasm she had given me, which had been enhanced all over my body, by my tormented muscles, was probably my last ever!
So, the night continued, minute after minute.
On that 28th day, I was the 31st in a row of crucified condemned. Because since the start of the purge, three extra condemned have been crucified apart from those waiting in the cells. They all three got summary convicted : Fossy, who was too close with his muses Peony and Charlotte, Judith, the lover of Messaline, and Stella’s mother, who made a riot during the crucifixion of her daughter.
All nailed to crosses, made of French Premium Wood, delivered by Messaline, who got crucified on day one, and assembled by the master cross-maker Baracus, whose greed made him abuse his monopoly and brought him as a convict on his own cross.
I was now the freshest crucified, and started my final ordeal. The way I had been nailed was a challenge to my condition. Feet flat to the stipes, no footrest, no sedile or cornu. I was constantly ‘flying’. To be allowed to breathe, I had to push up, strain my knees and curb my body forward, and stretching out my arms, using the nails in my wrists as support.
In a ‘relax’ position, I bent my knees, but not too much, otherwise my feet wanted to flex over the nails, painfully inhibited by the washers, holding firmly my insteps. This position made breathing difficult, put strain on my knees, and once more, my arms were hanging on the wrist nails, carrying most of my body weight, then.
Switching position was a harsh effort.
The onlookers enjoyed my struggle with malicious pleasure. Particularly in the ‘up’ position, when my loins and genitals were ‘presented’ to them, they taunted and mocked me.
I tried to ignore them, accepting that it was part of it, and that, if I had not wanted to do the time (on the cross), I should not have done the crime (and knowing that I got now what always has fascinated me). But the continuous effort, the knowledge that I am going to die here, and their mockery, undermined my mental resistance. I could feel it, I could do nothing about it and I hoped I could hide my despair until the place would be empty of onlookers. Sharing it with Kathy and Carlos would bother me much less.
Carlos and Kathy were also getting their share of the mocking crowd. Their downfall was even harder since they had committed no intentional crime, and since they held a position with status before they got arrested. Carlos, former airliner pilot was mocked about his ‘new airplane’ he was ‘flying’ now. Kathy had to cope with sexually oriented demeaning taunts. I also could see that they struggled with their forced separation, longing with their naked bodies to each other, but unable to join.
The only remaining delight I had, was the view of beautiful Kathy on my right. She was largely committed with her lover Carlos, on the cross next to her. Particularly, since Carlos seemed to loose strength towards the evening, making Kathy concerned. Which I understood very well.
But like a good chief air attendant, Kathy was also concerned about the other ‘passenger’ of the crosses, and so, she regularly informed whether I was doing well, and we exchanged encouraging words.
So, the three of us passed a long day under the hot sun. Thirst and pain were exhausting.
When evening fell, the crowds dispersed and got home. Leaving only the three crucified condemned on the hill, and guards, moving around with torches, illuminating our crosses, or standing on guard further away. It was never pitch dark that night, so we could still see each other.
At one point in the night, however, our conversations were silenced by fatigue. I was dead tired, but sleeping on a cross was impossible, particularly because I lacked any additional support. Actually, I was doing physical efforts all the time, in any position, but to sleep, I needed some relax. How many times did I close my eyes, for a moment snoozing away, I got brutally woken up again, as my head nodded forward, and my muscles relaxed, triggering a jolt in my body that woke me up again. Painful both for my overstrained muscles and on my nailing points. I often could not suppress a cry of pain, or a curse because of the frustration. Kathy and Carlos had the same problem, I regularly heard right from me.
The dark made me think back about my life, about death, about what I would miss. But still, no regrets.
Being at the end of the row, I wondered who would be crucified left from me? Chinadoll or Rias?
So, the night crept forward at a terribly slow pace, and every second of it was torment and fatigue. In the distance, I saw a bell tower, with a clock of which the pointers were illuminated. I must have seen and lived every minute on it.
Suddenly, around 3:30 am, I heard a noise near my cross. Footsteps were nearing. They were not from the guards, whose torches were visible at some distance, lower on the hill. In the semi-darkness I could see, to my surprise, a naked woman approaching my cross.
“Loxuru!” she whispered, while she started touching me. I had never seen her before.
“What are you doing here!?” I asked, taking care not to alert the guards, “touching a crucified is forbidden!”
“Chhht!” she said, now caressing my genitals. “Just relax! I know what I am doing!”
Through the stimulation, I felt my cock erecting, to my surprise, I admit, after so many hours of exhausting.
“Go away!” I said “when the guards find you here, they’ll crucify you too!”
She said nothing more, but took my cock into her mouth. As the stimulation continued, I felt a wave of excitement going through my body, releasing the strain on my muscles, but not removing the pain.
“Stop it!” I still insisted, but with less effort than before. Confused, I gradually surrendered, while my body ventured the extremes of cramps, pain and excitement, while I was still worried that my grunting and moaning would alert guards (and worried that she would have the evil intention to bite - after all, was she an admirer or a victim of my crimes!?).
Finally, my loins exploded and I ejaculated into her mouth. For a few seconds, all the pain and cramps had vanished. Then they gradually came back, reminding me of my perilous position.
I had enjoyed it actually, but I was now concerned about the woman’s safety. Looking around, the guards had clearly not been alerted.
“That was fine, thanks!” I whispered, “but now please go away, before the guards find you here!”
But her only reply was :
“Did you love it? I swallowed it!”
Then, to my worry, she sat down, her back against my cross, and fell asleep.
Kathy had noticed the scene too, and whispered something like “Silly woman!”
We both hoped she would go on in time, but she did not wake up anymore, and some twenty minutes later, the guards found her. Apparently, someone dwelling around had seen what happened, and had finally alerted the guards. He was clearly out for some bounty?
“Did this woman rape you, Sir!?” the chief guard asked me, not without cynicism in his voice, “don’t worry, we’ll take care of her!”
And took her away, straight to court, and she even did not resist.
I felt sad, knowing for sure that she would join us the next day on a cross. And I felt sad, because the great orgasm she had given me, which had been enhanced all over my body, by my tormented muscles, was probably my last ever!
So, the night continued, minute after minute.
Thankyou so much - this was all I dreamed of and more! I'm feeling guilty now that I disappointed so many men who wanted me to be hanging on a cross beside them - I deserve extra-prolonged torture for that. But I hope the sight of me writhing on the Wheel - such a perfect way to display a woman! - has given you all pleasure to make up for it.
Baron Von Sade
Governor
Whispers of more condemned reaches the Baron's ear.
He knows that he will mot last much longer, and desperately wants to hold out to see Chinadoll receive her nails
But the pain and the shortness of breath are becoming unbearable, his muscles ache as he raises himself for breath. "One more woman, just one more woman" he mutters at the sky. To die watching a girl's pain, it's all he ever longed for!
He knows that he will mot last much longer, and desperately wants to hold out to see Chinadoll receive her nails
But the pain and the shortness of breath are becoming unbearable, his muscles ache as he raises himself for breath. "One more woman, just one more woman" he mutters at the sky. To die watching a girl's pain, it's all he ever longed for!
piraland
Tribune
Sunday November 29: Chinadoll
For a ridiculous visa affair, Chinadoll, a young Chinese girl who recently arrived in Cruxistan, was sentenced to death.
Naive and unaccustomed to the mores and customs of our "civilized" countries, she still does not understand what is happening to her.
However, after a painful incarceration because of the guards attracted to such a young girl who is a little different from the others and who have succeeded in raping her,
It is she who has just passed the door and appears naked in the square so that her ordeal can begin .
She looks very dejected and, very hesitant, she waits for her executioner to come and direct her to her torture pole;
Mechanically, it allows itself to be pushed and then attached.
Her body is small, very pretty with small mischievous breasts ending in very dark nipples and her completely shaved pubic hair which reveals her private lips.
The executioner makes her bend over and forces her to spread her legs which allows her from the first lashes to reach her privacy and make her scream in pain, applied in his cruel work, he makes sure that the whole body of the little Chinese girl is touched.
She can't take it any longer and, once detached, collapses to the floor with her thighs fully open as if inviting her executioner to come and penetrate her, which he quickly does without having a reaction, Chinadoll being practically unconscious.
And yet, she absolutely has to wear her patibulum on her shoulders to the place of her crucifixion!
Ice water brings her back to life, she is raised and her patibulum is directly attached to her shoulders, causing her to collapse onto her knees and unable to rise.
The Supreme Judge seeing the scene and fearing that shet will never make it to the top of the hill sends two guards who, grabbing the beam at its ends, lifts it up and pulls it onto the stony path which grazes her legs.
So it was with her legs bleeding and completely exhausted that she entered the place of her crucifixion.
She really falls on her cross when pushed to be nailed down.
Directly, the sharp points pierce her wrists!
She suffers martyrdom but does not even have the strength to cry out.
The two guards who helped her climb the hill are entitled to a reward and, before her feet are also nailed, take turns to pay a final tribute to Chinadoll who endures these latest rapes with a certain indifference given the condition weakness in which she finds itself.
Then it's the end of the nailing and the erection of the cross!
Chinadoll looks more dead than alive on her cross!
She doesn’t even have the strength to start the crucifix dance in order to find a comfortable position that she wouldn’t find anyway!
I can't imagine her lasting very long as I believe she has given up fighting and is anxiously awaiting the moment when death will deliver her.
The flogging 
The last rape 
and finally Chinadol on her cross .
The illustrations of the Calvary of Chinadol are brilliant creations that were made by herself and I thank her warmly.
For a ridiculous visa affair, Chinadoll, a young Chinese girl who recently arrived in Cruxistan, was sentenced to death.
Naive and unaccustomed to the mores and customs of our "civilized" countries, she still does not understand what is happening to her.
However, after a painful incarceration because of the guards attracted to such a young girl who is a little different from the others and who have succeeded in raping her,
It is she who has just passed the door and appears naked in the square so that her ordeal can begin .
She looks very dejected and, very hesitant, she waits for her executioner to come and direct her to her torture pole;
Mechanically, it allows itself to be pushed and then attached.
Her body is small, very pretty with small mischievous breasts ending in very dark nipples and her completely shaved pubic hair which reveals her private lips.
The executioner makes her bend over and forces her to spread her legs which allows her from the first lashes to reach her privacy and make her scream in pain, applied in his cruel work, he makes sure that the whole body of the little Chinese girl is touched.
She can't take it any longer and, once detached, collapses to the floor with her thighs fully open as if inviting her executioner to come and penetrate her, which he quickly does without having a reaction, Chinadoll being practically unconscious.
And yet, she absolutely has to wear her patibulum on her shoulders to the place of her crucifixion!
Ice water brings her back to life, she is raised and her patibulum is directly attached to her shoulders, causing her to collapse onto her knees and unable to rise.
The Supreme Judge seeing the scene and fearing that shet will never make it to the top of the hill sends two guards who, grabbing the beam at its ends, lifts it up and pulls it onto the stony path which grazes her legs.
So it was with her legs bleeding and completely exhausted that she entered the place of her crucifixion.
She really falls on her cross when pushed to be nailed down.
Directly, the sharp points pierce her wrists!
She suffers martyrdom but does not even have the strength to cry out.
The two guards who helped her climb the hill are entitled to a reward and, before her feet are also nailed, take turns to pay a final tribute to Chinadoll who endures these latest rapes with a certain indifference given the condition weakness in which she finds itself.
Then it's the end of the nailing and the erection of the cross!
Chinadoll looks more dead than alive on her cross!
She doesn’t even have the strength to start the crucifix dance in order to find a comfortable position that she wouldn’t find anyway!
I can't imagine her lasting very long as I believe she has given up fighting and is anxiously awaiting the moment when death will deliver her.
The flogging The last rape and finally Chinadol on her cross .The illustrations of the Calvary of Chinadol are brilliant creations that were made by herself and I thank her warmly.
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Obedient, helpless and innocent to the end. Pussy whipped into an unconscious state this porcelain beauty is executed purely to entertain the Cruxistan masses ... She created a beautifully horrific vignette!
(And the pictures are stunning)
Baron Von Sade
Governor
The day has come. The Baron has seen the last beauty he will ever see. The nails driving into her slender wrists and feet, the cross raised and the tortured girl slumped in defeat. He is desperately weak, but against all odds, a painful orgasm tore through him at the sight. That was all. As Chinadoll's hours on the cross began, Baron von Sade closed his eyes and surrendered to the embrace of death.
Baron Von Sade
Governor
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Damn yes!
Baron Von Sade
Governor
danielm09
Magistrate
I like the thought of him screaming before his feet are nailed. Almost begging like “please don’t nail my feet! Please!” Turns me on
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Fortunately, nights in Cruxistan are rarely cold.
Just near the end of the night, it becomes cooler. But the first gleaming of dawn already appears. My second day on the cross.
I am wrecked and tired. I either got terrible cramps, or otherwise, I sweat profusely. Every move I make is a torture. But I must move to survive. My eager to survive is still too strong.
The sun comes up and warms me up. Soon she will spread tormenting heat over me again, but now, I welcome her.
To my right, I see Kathy also reviving by the sunrays. Although her third day on the cross is beginning, she still looks fit and strong.
(Kathy on her cross, right of me; I hope she does not mind I reversed the great pic horizontally for the occasion, but this is how she looks from my viewpoint).
In the distance, a crowd approaches. following a naked female, struggling to climb the hill with a heavy patibulum in her neck. Who is she? Chinadoll? Rias? Or that unknown woman that 'raped' me last night?
Anyway, our quiet is over! The plague of mocking onlookers is about to start again.
Just near the end of the night, it becomes cooler. But the first gleaming of dawn already appears. My second day on the cross.
I am wrecked and tired. I either got terrible cramps, or otherwise, I sweat profusely. Every move I make is a torture. But I must move to survive. My eager to survive is still too strong.
The sun comes up and warms me up. Soon she will spread tormenting heat over me again, but now, I welcome her.
To my right, I see Kathy also reviving by the sunrays. Although her third day on the cross is beginning, she still looks fit and strong.
(Kathy on her cross, right of me; I hope she does not mind I reversed the great pic horizontally for the occasion, but this is how she looks from my viewpoint).In the distance, a crowd approaches. following a naked female, struggling to climb the hill with a heavy patibulum in her neck. Who is she? Chinadoll? Rias? Or that unknown woman that 'raped' me last night?
Anyway, our quiet is over! The plague of mocking onlookers is about to start again.
piraland
Tribune
Sunday November 29 bis: Y…
It really didn't take long for the judge to sentence Y… to be crucified!
What she did is indeed unforgivable!
Still very young, she greatly appreciates people living outlaws and having followed Loxuru's exploits in the newspapers and on TV, she couldn't resist the urge to go and prove her affection!
After nightfall, she stripped naked and took advantage of the darkness to walk up to her idol.
There, she paid him a very nice tribute by allowing him to forget the pains of his crucifixion by giving him a fellatio worthy of a professional!
Unfortunately, the guards spotted her and brought her to the judge.
The rest of the night was for her a gigantic pleasure because the guards appreciated this very pretty new arrival which would already leave them the next day.
When the moment arrives, it is her pussy, anus and her mouth painful all three that she walks through the door and finds herself naked in front of the crowd who cheer her because they know about her exploit the night before.
No pity for her, to her very serious fault, the executioner will respond in an exemplary manner.
The thongs of the whip therefore fall directly on Y--'s skin which is marked with splendid red stripes!
It really hits her everywhere but especially on her breasts and between her legs.
Her suffering is enormous and her screams must be heard for miles.
Fortunately the flogging ends and she feels her pussy run out!
Probably mixed blood and cum.
Her patibulum is fixed to her shoulders and, to the applause of a large audience, she begins the climb to her place of execution.
The journey is very arduous and her executioner keeps encouraging her with numerous and very strong lashes.
Arrived at the top, she collapses but is directed directly towards the cross of Loxuru with her beam still on her shoulders.
He then forces her to pay a final tribute to her idol!
She grabs Loxuru's erect cock and applies herself to sucking it as sweetly as possible.
Meanwhile, her executioner dropped his leather pants and introduced her an impressive phallus between her kidneys.
From painful, this brutal penetration quickly becomes very pleasant and it is by being crossed by a rapid orgasm that she receives at the same time in her mouth and her rectum the ejaculation of both men.
Then brought to her stipe, she is stripped of her patibulum and is maintained so that her executor can begin her nailing.
Those sharp points going through one wrist and then the other make her struggle and howl like a slaughtered sow!
Her totally shaved pussy is now in full view and the executioner decides to penetrate her once more, the last time for her.
Despite the pain caused by the nails, she manages to enjoy this last penetration which, unfortunately for her, is quite short and does not lead to total happiness.
Her ankles are now nailed in even worse pain, and immediately afterwards her cross is erected.
Crucified naked with her orifices that let out the sperm of her rapists, she does not even feel humiliated and feels her heart beating in her clitoris and in her private lips!
This is the signal to start towards the first orgasm that her cross will grant her.
Dying in pain but shaken by phenomenal orgasms, she does not regret her prank with Loxuru and tells herself that she will die happy.
Night will soon fall on the Fields of Crosses and an additional victim has joined the others!
November is definitely the best month of the year in Cruxistan.
Y-- on her cross
It really didn't take long for the judge to sentence Y… to be crucified!
What she did is indeed unforgivable!
Still very young, she greatly appreciates people living outlaws and having followed Loxuru's exploits in the newspapers and on TV, she couldn't resist the urge to go and prove her affection!
After nightfall, she stripped naked and took advantage of the darkness to walk up to her idol.
There, she paid him a very nice tribute by allowing him to forget the pains of his crucifixion by giving him a fellatio worthy of a professional!
Unfortunately, the guards spotted her and brought her to the judge.
The rest of the night was for her a gigantic pleasure because the guards appreciated this very pretty new arrival which would already leave them the next day.
When the moment arrives, it is her pussy, anus and her mouth painful all three that she walks through the door and finds herself naked in front of the crowd who cheer her because they know about her exploit the night before.
No pity for her, to her very serious fault, the executioner will respond in an exemplary manner.
The thongs of the whip therefore fall directly on Y--'s skin which is marked with splendid red stripes!
It really hits her everywhere but especially on her breasts and between her legs.
Her suffering is enormous and her screams must be heard for miles.
Fortunately the flogging ends and she feels her pussy run out!
Probably mixed blood and cum.
Her patibulum is fixed to her shoulders and, to the applause of a large audience, she begins the climb to her place of execution.
The journey is very arduous and her executioner keeps encouraging her with numerous and very strong lashes.
Arrived at the top, she collapses but is directed directly towards the cross of Loxuru with her beam still on her shoulders.
He then forces her to pay a final tribute to her idol!
She grabs Loxuru's erect cock and applies herself to sucking it as sweetly as possible.
Meanwhile, her executioner dropped his leather pants and introduced her an impressive phallus between her kidneys.
From painful, this brutal penetration quickly becomes very pleasant and it is by being crossed by a rapid orgasm that she receives at the same time in her mouth and her rectum the ejaculation of both men.
Then brought to her stipe, she is stripped of her patibulum and is maintained so that her executor can begin her nailing.
Those sharp points going through one wrist and then the other make her struggle and howl like a slaughtered sow!
Her totally shaved pussy is now in full view and the executioner decides to penetrate her once more, the last time for her.
Despite the pain caused by the nails, she manages to enjoy this last penetration which, unfortunately for her, is quite short and does not lead to total happiness.
Her ankles are now nailed in even worse pain, and immediately afterwards her cross is erected.
Crucified naked with her orifices that let out the sperm of her rapists, she does not even feel humiliated and feels her heart beating in her clitoris and in her private lips!
This is the signal to start towards the first orgasm that her cross will grant her.
Dying in pain but shaken by phenomenal orgasms, she does not regret her prank with Loxuru and tells herself that she will die happy.
Night will soon fall on the Fields of Crosses and an additional victim has joined the others!
November is definitely the best month of the year in Cruxistan.
Y-- on her cross