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Hot story. Looking forward to read the rest!I’m hoping to have the story completely posted by Sunday night.
Hot story. Looking forward to read the rest!I’m hoping to have the story completely posted by Sunday night.
mmmmm...thank you TygavinI’m hoping to have the story completely posted by Sunday night.
with the photos of madiosi it's sublime“Who have you brought before us, King?” a male voice asked.
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“The former Queen of this realm, Diana.” Damon answered.
Yeaaaaa... This has gotten crazy good! Great description of what she wore to her trial. Is Damon turning out to be a victim here as well?“What shall I expect?” Diana asked Damon as she finished her preparations for her trial and judgement.
She had opted for a white top, that only covered her breasts, wrapped in a knot behind her back and behind her neck. Her hair hung long and straight, and she wore the same type of long skirt that she wore when Damon first encountered her in the throne room. It had a small chain that hung low around her waist and two pieces of fabric that hung to the floor, barely covering her pussy and ass, leaving her long legs totally revealed. On her forearms she wore golden bracelets that snake3d up her elbows. Her shoes were high heeled, making her six foot tall.
“There are six Tribunal members. They will all be dressed in black robes, all wearing hoods that will obscure your face. I spoke to them when they arrived and are aware of your desire.”
“And they shall grant it?”
Damon sighed. “Most likely. I gave them orders. Of course, being a holy matter, they can do as they wish but I reminded them after the execution, the King had the power to have them disgraced and executed nude in the public square when we return. If I had told them not to condemn you, I would be breaking holy rules. By telling them the conditions of your sentence, they will follow unless they want to die afterward.”
Diana nodded.
“I suppose we should go, your highness. I am your prisoner.” She teased, thought what she said was true.
Diana placed her hands behind her back and felt a chill as he wrapped a silken rope around her, binding her together and walking her out. Usually, their bondage games were held in private in their bedroom, but this was no game. This was reality. After this, she would be officially condemned. It would become a stark reality.
Diana hid her fear well. She would not falter in front of these men and women.
To her surprise, Damon took her to her throne room. She had not been in here since she left to take him to the bedroom. Every day they took a route around the room to watch executions while fucking, or the two stroking each other during the nailing.
They had not gone back to the whipping post and after three days, the mark from the whip that had hurt so greatly was gone. How much worse would an actual whip mark be?
The throne in the room had been removed. On the elevated platform were six chairs. The room was dark, only lit by half the torches. As Damon had warned her, they were black hooded robes. Their appearance made them chill, not helping her mounting fear.
Damon squeezed her upper arm by which he guided her, and she took comfort in his presence.
“Who have you brought before us, King?” a male voice asked.
“The former Queen of this realm, Diana.” Damon answered.
“As former Queen, she should kneel in our presence.” A female voice said.
Damon stepped behind her and took both her upper arms. Diana let him guide her to the floor and winced when her knees touched the cold marble floor. She remained straight, not resting on her calves.
“You kneel before this Tribunal because you continued war on our country after your father had died and you were crowned.” The male voice said. “How plead you?”
“Guilty.” Diana answered.
“King, do you have anything to say?”
Diana sighed, hoping he would let it go. It didn’t matter if she had tried to surrender. They were going to sentence her to the cross regardless.
“No, High Priest.”
“She has been under your custody since the capture of this castle?” Another female voice asked, this time on the far right.
Damn answered in the affirmative.
“I suppose with no argument, it is time to pronounce sentence. Diana, former Queen of this realm, we sentence you to be whipped and crucified in the town square in four days. You will receive forty lashes on your back. Then you shall be nailed. The King will be personally responsible for your punishment, including the whipping and the nailing of your body to the cross.
“You shall not be given death. You will hang until you die, by your own volition and not by a sword.”
Diana felt a jolt of fear and erotic sensation run threw her body. She was wet and once again had opted for no panties. She would hang, in front of the people who hated her. She would be humiliated, opened up, every part of her always hidden from the public would be on display. Those that had wanted her would lust more, perhaps laugh at her. Her people would curse her.
“Do you have anything to say for yourself, Diana?”
Diana shook her head. “No. I accept the sentence.” She said, sealing her fate as if it had not been sealed already.
“In a normal situation the defeated royal would be stripped and taken to the dungeon where she would await her execution. I believe this not to be warranted in this instance. You shall remain in your quarters under the King’s guard and brought out the morning of your execution nude, walked to your whipping post in shame.”
He looked up, no doubt meeting Damon’s eyes as he stood behind Diana with his hands on her shoulder.
“What say you, King? Will you take her actions on as your responsibility and guarantee she will not end her own life?”
She felt Damon squeeze her shoulders. “I take that as a challenge and a taunt, High Priest. The queen has accepted your sentence. I would be very careful of the line you walk with me, less someone take responsibility for your own life while you wait crucifixion. The holy war is over, and she has submitted to your sentence. Do you wish to challenge me now, priest?”
Though Diana could not see the man’s face, she noted how all sat up straighter.
“I meant no challenge or taunt, your Highness.” He man said, fear obvious in his voice.
“Then watch your tone.” Damon said. He gently took Diana’s arm and helped lift her off the ground. Without another word he guided her back to her quarters.
Once they were hidden from the world, Damon took a blade and cut the bonds holding her wrists together.
“Forty on the back?” she asked, a small smile.
Damon shrugged. “Twenty shall be damaging. The other twenty will be painful but nothing you haven’t felt before. I plan to cut you as much as possible in those twenty strokes. It will help you die faster.”
“And you didn’t want my front scarred by whip marks while you enjoy my suffering and demise.” Diana guessed.
Damon turned from her and poured them drinks.
“It is okay to admit you will enjoy it, my love. I want you to. If you do not enjoy my death, what is the point?”
Damon smirked and toasted her. “Of course, I will enjoy seeing it. I just… how can I go on without you? Loving you and then seeing you so gladly die for me; nothing will ever compare. Not having more children with that broodmare of a wife, not conquering more kingdoms, nothing. Your face shall live in my mind all the days of my life, haunting me with what could have been, reminding me that life without you is grey and purposeless.”
Diana kissed him softly. “I shall be with you, my love. Preserve my body so we may be buried together someday. We shall meet in the next world and vow to remember this one, remember this former life and ensure nothing will keep us apart.”
Diana turned around and he undid the knot behind her neck and the one behind her back, letting her top fall to the floor.
She led him to the bed and lifted her skirt. He entered her slowly, filling her with his warmth.
As he slowly stroked in and out of her, Diana whispered to him.
“At night, send everyone away from the town square for a little while. Pleasure yourself in front of me. Let me see how my death pleases you.
“As you wish.” He told her, holding himself from cumming too soon due to her words.
“Finger me, poke and prod me. I shall cry. I shall cry while you whip me and I shall cry when you nail me but show me no mercy, my love. I need to know I can cry without you losing your courage. I am yours. I shall raise myself, thrust my hips forward, rub my ass on the cross and wriggle and despite my mind focusing on the pain, I shall meet your eyes and wish I could be fucking you, slowly like now, roughly like the whipping post.”
“Gods.” Damon whispered, moving his strokes faster.
“You are right, nothing will ever compare, but you will carry on for both of us. When you fuck that breeder, do it in the dark and think of me, moaning, writhing, crying out for your touch. Call her my name.”
Damon shook his head, the thought of living without this marvelous woman tearing at his soul.
“And when others make comments about my body, when they ridicule me, do not interfere. Listen to it and know I want my humiliation to be part of your enjoyment. I want to be humiliated. For you. This is all for you.”
Damon came in her with a roar. She came the split second she felt his seed fill her up as she often did form the hot cum, washing inside her.
She rolled over on top of her and began cleaning his cock with her mouth, caressing her balls. She soon came again, and she swallowed it all, using her tongue to catch the small amount that dribbled on her chin.
“What does it feel like?” he asked. “What does it feel like to know the exact date your death begins. You are condemned now. It is no longer a fantasy. In four days, I will go from your lover to your executioner.”
Diana climbed on top of him and lay her head on his chest.
“I can’t explain it. It is so frightening, yet so familiar. Since the first time we made love, I knew you owned my soul, and I would gladly give my life if you asked. I suppose I take some comfort in knowing it is you. I will not be raped several times; I will not be naked and in chains in my cold dungeon. I will not be killed by someone who does not appreciate the sacrifice I am making.”
Diana paused. “Will your queen be coming?”
Damon nodded.
“Good. I want her to see my pain and humiliation, let her see myself broken completely. Let her see your cock, straining to be released from your pants, let her see me smile at you, despite my pain.
“She will understand she will always be nothing to you.”
“I believe she already does.” Damon admitted.
Diana laughed quietly and held him closely.
“All we have left is to make love until you undress me and take me to my doom in four days, my love. Rest and we shall begin again. I have needs that must be met. You will be my executioner. For now, you are my king and lover. Even on the cross, you shall by my executioner and lover. That will never change.”
Damon kissed the top of her head. “My brave, loving Diana. As much as I hate it, nailing you to the cross will be the highlight of my life, your ultimate submission. Where will I go from there?”
That's quite a speech, is that. Wonderful, this and all of it, Tygavin!All we have left is to make love until you undress me and take me to my doom in four days, my love. Rest and we shall begin again. I have needs that must be met. You will be my executioner. For now, you are my king and lover. Even on the cross, you shall by my executioner and lover. That will never change.”
second tryTomorrow morning, Diana would be crucified. She had given her slaves the choice of being taken by the invaders as slaves, or quiet deaths. They had all chosen quiet deaths. Six of them took a drink from Diana and laid nude on the giant bed they all shared in the Pleasure Slaves quarters and fell asleep holding each other, letting death take them quietly.
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Very good and exciting. Thank you!“I haven’t had my hair braided and in a bun in so long.” Diana mused, looking at herself in the mirror. She was minutes away from the beginning of the end of her life. She and Damon had stayed up all night making love but as the time grew near, she had stopped fucking and began clinging.
Now she had washed herself. She had not eaten in three days, only relying on wine and cleansing herself with herbs she had taken.
Damon stood behind her and kissed the back of her bare neck.
“It will be best for your hair not to impede the whip.” He told her again. “I will let it loose for your crucifixion.”
Diana shivered, the slight hairs on her arms raised at the mention of her impending doom. She was becoming sick with fear, her breathing more rapid, her heart racing.
“I know you are frightened. It is part of the experience.” Damon whispered, wrapping his arms around her abdomen, the bulge under his black leather pants, pressing into her bare ass. He had dressed in all black, including his leather sleeveless shirt he usually wore under his armor. It showed off the muscles in his arms.
“I will beg you to stop.” Diana said, the realization becoming stark truth. “But you can’t. Will you be able to stand it? I have no choice but to take the pain. You however…”
“I will stand it. You belong to me, Diana. No other man could have you. Even if I had allowed you to escape without me, some other man would have had you. I do not share. I would rather break my property than allow someone else to have it. I’m going to break you, Diana.”
Diana knew this. He didn’t say it with malice. He simply loved her too much to let another have her, and she refused to rob him of the opportunity by taking her own life.
Her execution was minutes away and she could not forget it or romanticize it by making love to him nonstop. It would be cold and brutal, and she would beg for death, but she had assurance that he would not give into her pleas, and she may cry as much as she wished. It was a relief in some ways. She didn’t have to be strong.
Despite growing up a princess and a Queen for the last few weeks, her life had not been happy. Red had given her pleasure, but Red was property at the end of the day. Her father was cruel and took the only chance she had at happiness away from her. Generals courted her constantly and threatened her when she rebuffed them. The only man she had ever love, she was only given a short time with.
Since she could not have Damon for the rest of her life, she had no desire to keep living. It was only the pain and humiliation she feared. Being held down by those metal clad practically naked bitches, shouted out and insulted by thousands, not only the enemy but her own people no doubt. Kings and Princes, she had turned away, no doubt eager to see her body on full display, no secret charms any longer. The entire known world, at least those who could fit into the town square would be watching her scream in agony.
“Please tell me you will enjoy this.” Diana asked.
“More than you can imagine.”
Damon walked off, leaving Diana in front of the mirror. Her nipples were beginning to tingle, and she had no doubt they would be hard soon, from fear or the erotic thought of being on display for the world, she wasn’t sure.
She also knew it was unseasonably cool outside. The heat would not aid the hastening of her death.
“Place your hands behind your back and cross your wrists, Diana. The time has come.”
The strange feeling in her stomach turned into a sinking pit of ice and her legs began to tremble. Her nipples became instantly hard and despite the fear, her pussy was heating up as it had so often lately.
She felt Damon swiftly and thoroughly bind her hands behind her back. She tugged at the ropes after he was done, and there was no give.
“I am your prisoner.” She whispered, more to herself. Not a lover, or submissive, but a condemned prisoner and her executioner was standing behind her.
He reached around and pinched one of her hard nipples causing her to gasp. “And I am your doom.”
He grabbed her upper left arm and swing her around. She followed him barefoot and naked through her castle and into the fresh air. Damon preferred her to wear a robe and cover herself until they were alone, so being naked with the world watching would be a strange experience but also the least of her worries.
The idea that she would be surrounded by thousands in the town square when she arrived had been banished. Thousands, perhaps tens of thousands as she could see no end, were outside the castle and a roar of joy sounded when she exited, bound and led by the king. Her eyes widened and she was terrified but kept moving. Soldiers surrounded her, pushing through the crowd and Diana asked Damon to move faster. He refused.
“Let them take a look at the woman who caused her kingdom to fall and voluntarily whored herself out to the enemy king, who has been swallowing his cum, offering her ass, orgasming as her people were executed. Let them say what they will.” Damon told her.
Diana’s face reddened. She knew he would talk to her as such. They had discussed it, but she had no idea how good he would be at playing his part. His cold voice nearly made her stumble.
She listened to them taunt her. “Whore!”
“King’s whore!”
“Fucked like a piece of meat! Watches our men and women die while she enjoys herself in her room, fucking her conqueror!”
“She sucks his cock, offers her tight little ass and loves it. Guards and servants hear her crying in ecstasy!”
“Suffer, Diana! You bitch, your royal slut! Burn in the fires of the Underworld!”
“She shaves her pussy! Look at how beautiful that bald cunt is.” Another murmured.
“It’s a well-manicured cum collector.” A woman cried out.
“Those legs!”
“Her tits are too small!
“Her beauty…”
“Her face is only good for sucking cock!”
Diana cried, listening to how her people spoke of her. She could make out the ones closest to her, but it was obvious from the thousands and thousands of shouts, that they were all in the same vein.
“Look at her ass!”
She felt the first spit, land on her cheek, another on her back. Soon she was the target of dirt being kicked on her, saliva being perfectly aimed, and Damon did nothing. She looked at him more than once and he was smiling.
She had told him to enjoy her torment and humiliation. He was simply doing as she told him.
When they finally reached the town square she gasped. Stands of seats had been placed around a large open area. Thousands sat on them as well as on rooftops, hung out windows, sat on balconies. The stands held royals and she recognized more than a few. Her body was on full display, and she saw more than a few kings with bulges in their pants and slave girls beside them, no doubt to suck them off as she was tortured.
Interspersed in the stands were more military officers, and a few commoners. The rest of those encircling her were Damon’s soldiers or her people.
She saw an upright post in the middle of the grounds with iron cuffs at the top, no doubt to hold her arms above her head as she was whipped and prevent her from collapsing to the ground.
Beyond it, lying on the ground was a large, wooden cross. It appeared smooth as if sanded, and much more beautiful than the crosses she had seen her people hang from. A cross fit for a queen.
It terrified her.
A blonde with short hair wearing a royal red robe and no doubt expensive cosmetics approached her and Damon let her go then stepped away.
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“So, you are the slut who has been servicing my husband these past weeks.”
Diana’s fear gave way to jealousy and anger.
“And you are the broodmare who he impregnates.”
The woman slapped her. Had Diana’s arms been unbound she would have beaten this woman to death or died trying.
Instead, she used words to tear her world apart.
“I am the only one he will ever love. Do you know what he likes? Do you know how dominant he is? Of course not. He fucks you and walks out. I am his true love, and you know it. I begged him to do this to me. Do you know why? He likes it. He loves it and for the rest of his life, I will be the only woman he ever thinks about. He will see me suffering while he fucks you, call out my name when he fills you with his seed to make a child with a woman he doesn’t love. Hate me, humiliate me, but remember, this is his fantasy, and he will never love you. Be gone with you, broodmare. I have a last fantasy to give the man who wishes I were his wife.”
The blonde had shown rage at Diana’s words, but her face became pale as she took in Diana’s words. She knew the truth in them. This bitch’s suffering would be all Damon ever thought about when getting her with child.
The Queen walked away, and Damon rejoined Diana and walked her to the post. He cut her bonds as she stared at the monstrosity, then he raised each of her arms, cuffing each wrist in metal cuffs.
Damon slapped her ass, causing her to jump and the crowd to laugh.
Then he stepped away and she heard him whishing the whip in the air. She shuffled closer to the large dirty, rough pole.
The first strike caught her by surprise. It was a heavy blow, more painful than she had ever received from him. It knocked the breath out of her, and she felt as if her back had been laid open. She couldn’t feel blood but that was no surprise. The burn was what she focused on. It was her world.
The second strike was not as hard as the first. When it struck her, she screamed as the lighter blow lit the first wound again.
Diana pressed her forehead to the post and moved her body against its rough edges, her small breasts pressed against it as was her pelvis. She had no desire to offer her pussy as a target.
“Spread your legs.” Came the dreaded command from Damon after the fourth blow.
Diana shook her head and one of the metal clad women came out to do it for her.
She screamed louder at the next blow as it struck the inside of her thigh and hung from the chains holding her up.
That was as good a description of crucifixion as any I've read, Tygavin!Diana had lost count long ago, not sure if she had ever really tried. The whip was her entire world. She had known Damon was good, but never imagined him capable of causing this much pain. He had told her that twenty lashes would be brutal, but twenty lashes would be less so. She could not tell the differences.
In between the burning, she had looked at the ground and knew some blood had been dripping. Her back was opened up, but she had no idea of the extent. Despite her mouth being dried, she managed to scream for a while until her cries became grunts. Her pussy was pressed against the rough wood pole, and it felt strange. She did her best to focus on that for a while, but it was no use.
The backs of her legs were on fire and felt as if someone might have taken a wooden club to them. They were so sore they could not hold her up and the strain on her arms was great. Her wrists felt chafed from where the iron cuffs bit in.
Finally, she felt no more. Diana wondered if this was but a break but as seconds flew by then minutes, she realized it was indeed over.
She regained her footing and relaxed her head against the wooden pole.
Then she felt Damon’s warmth behind her, and he began uncuffing one wrist.
“You were magnificent.” He whispered. To her. “You danced and cried so beautifully. You have some slashes across your back but mostly welts. Your body will not go into shock. I am afraid I will need to leave you by the cross while I step inside and relieve myself.”
Diana shook her head. “Let me take care of you.”
Damon raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”
Diana nodded. “Mark me, mark my face with your seed.”
Damon pulled her from the post and turned her towards him, She went to her knees easily, not having hit energy to stand.
The crowd erupted in joy, when Damon pulled his cock from his pants and presented it to Diana. She wasted no time swallowing it, attacking it like a man in the desert would attack a glass of water. She needed him to use her, fuck her, even if it was only her mouth.
Damon did not last long, as excited as he was. Even when he swelled in Diana’s mouth and she tried to slow, it did no good. After a few minutes he pulled out of her, splashing his cum over her face, mostly her nose and cheeks but some on her lips.
Diana instantly looked to where the Queen sat and licked her lips, tasting his cum and made no move to wipe the rest off. The queen looked furious but there was nothing she could do. Damon was her executioner and executioners expected tips often.
He told Diana to sit on the ground. She did so and hissed immediately then turned to lay on her side, her thighs not as red as her ass. She watched soldiers come out and remove the tall post that had been her most recent lover and drag the foot of the cross next to the hole. It took them a while and during this time she tried to regain her strength.
One of the women, Rana, she believed her name to be, walked to Diana and offered her a chalice of water.
“Drink. It has an aphrodisiac. The king wishes you to be excited, despite your pain. You will be given this with your water constantly.”
Diana hesitated for a moment then shrugged. If Damon wanted her to have it, she would drink it.
“Good slut. You will put on quite a show for the visitors. You will feel agony, but your body will crave pleasure. You are going to hump the air. We have a few more tricks for you when you are raised.”
Diana paid her no mind. She doubted sex would be on her mind. She was watching the cross in fasciation and fear.
Her rest time came to an end. Damon was back and he had the dreaded nails he had played with her not long ago in his hands. Only this time, they would not be caressing her body. This time, they would end her life slowly.
“Place her on the cross.” Damon ordered.
Rana helped her up into a standing position and walked Diana to her last lover.
Damon had turned her to him, her back to the cross. She couldn’t help but notice before she turned, wedges were cut into the cross where her feet might be. If her feet were nailed into these wedges, they would be facing each other and her legs would be constantly apart, no chance at closing together.
Damon pushed her backwards until he had her where he wanted her and nodded. Diana shakily sat down and back and gasped when her ass touched wood.
“Oh Goddess.” She whispered and her pussy began gushing. The smooth wood on her ass gave her a thrill. Her entire body was on fire, and her front in a pleasant manner. Her nipples were painfully hard and the cool air caressing her body was driving her wild.
He placed both hands on her shoulders and pushed her back onto the cross, then spread her arms across the patibulum.
“I’m scared.”
“You should be.” Damon told her.
The three barely glad barbarian girls descended on her. Rana as promised, sat on her legs and held her chest down, with her rough hands placed on Diana’s breasts. As promised, Rana was wet. The combination of the hot pussy rubbing near Diana’s pussy and the cold chainmail skirt brushing her skin, was sending flames to Diana’s loins even as her back cried in rage at being pressed against the wood.
“Look at me.” Damon told her.
Diana looked down her right arm that was being held down at the forearm by a very strong female, perhaps Serena. She couldn’t move any of her limbs at all except to buck her hips slightly.
Damon had a familiar nail pressed into her wrist. She could feel its sharp point nearly breaking skin. He also had a huge hammer in his hand raised above it.
He winked at her.
She couldn’t determine if it happened in slow motion or instantly. It was both and neither at the same time.
The hammer blow came, and she heard the distinct sound of it hitting metal. She felt her skin being broken; her eyes widened yet she had trouble believing it.
The pressure on her wrist was strange and she could swear the nail had reached the wood under her wrist somehow.
Then the pain hit. It could have been moments or instantaneous but either way, it burned from her wrist and traveled up her arm, into her neck and down her back. It was different than being whipped. A whip burned but was broad, even the bullwhip Damon preferred. This felt as if someone had…she had no way of describing it.
She was so shocked by the pain that she became lightheaded. She wanted to move but couldn’t. Her entire body was still except perhaps her feet below Rana’s pelvis, but she couldn’t feel them. She couldn’t breathe because Rana was pressing her breasts hard, her nipples caught between the woman’s fingers and being squeezed.
Her mind finally comprehended the pain that radiated from the wound in her wrist and despite the pressure on her chest, Diana screamed. It was a soul piercing scream on a different level than she had done on the whipping post. She saw Damon smile at her and recognized that look. He was enjoying this greatly. It had been her goal, but this was worse than she had imagined. Had he known? How many times had he warned her off? She told him to enjoy this. Her pleas would be ignored.
He looked away from her and he raised the hammer once more and crashed it onto the nail. Another and she was no longer screaming, only crying, cursing her long dead mother for her birth, cursing her dead father for fighting this war and keeping her from her lover. She should have had his babies. Not being tortured like this.
Rana stood up and slid down, holding her feet.
The nail was flush with her wrist, forever joining her arm to the wood. She would never finger herself, play with her clit, stroke Damon’s cock, take a sip of wine. Her life was ending a piece at a time.
She watched him raise the hammer over the nail already digging into her wrist.
“Please my love, just kill me! I changed my mind! Don’t do this!”
As he had promised, her please went unheard and she grunted when the nail was hammered through and into the wood. She no longer had it in her to scream. Her upper body rose, he legs spread as if she were offering herself to the world to fuck. Her feet dug into the dirt, slipping and sliding while Rana only held her feet.
Three more strikes and it was done. She would no longer use either hand to touch anything ever again.
Damon slid a finger inside her, causing her waist to jump off the cross again. She watched him put his finger in his mouth and lick her juices.
The lust on his face was breathtaking.
Diana forced herself to calm. She wanted this. She hadn’t known though. It felt as if someone had taken sharp polls and shoved them into her arms all the way to her neck. She couldn’t stop clenching her jaw. Her back ached, her body was wracked by pain and Damon had made he aware of another sensation when he roughly stuck a finger inside her.
Her pussy belonged to him. Her body belonged to him.
She remined herself of this over and over until she felt her right foot grabbed and placed on the cross where it had been crossed out. Another hand grabbed her other foot and did the same on the other side, splitting her legs apart, son forever.
“No, just let me hang. Not my feet. Please love, not my feet.” Diana whimpered.
Damon winked at her and raised the hammer.
This time her pain was complete. Where before it has felt as if pain had shot across her arms into her neck, now her entire body was in pain, intense, sharp, pain. She blacked out but must have awoken in seconds because it seemed as if she didn’t miss a blow. Her feet were being crushed as her wrists already were.
Finally, he stopped, and the team stood up, looking down at her.
Diana was covered in sweat. Her breasts were heaving, and her hips were rising and falling, twisting, trying to find a comfortable position that didn’t exist.
She was crucified. After weeks of fantasizing about it, the reality had happened. It was true and she could have never imagined how painful it was. She thought of Emily briefly, but her thoughts were soon back on her.
Her legs were spread, her ankles were turned in because of the posture. She tried to close her legs, but it was futile. What he had once protected vehemently from other’s eyes, he now showed the world.
Damon knelt and kissed her softly and despite the pain, she returned in kind.
“I love you, Diana. Thank you for this.” He told her and suddenly the pain was worth it. It was hell, a hell she never imagined. She was humiliated by her lover but at least she knew he still cared. He was hard and that was enough for her.
“I love you.” She whispered in return.
“Prepare the ropes! Time to lift this whore.” He shouted and the crowd roared in celebration.
Thank you! I always find that the hardest thing to describe a feeling I’ve never experienced.That was as good a description of crucifixion as any I've read, Tygavin!
And believe me, I've read a lot! I loved the slow motion aspect of it... "And then the pain hit." Great stuff!