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Denise is Justly Punished
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Well, Nailed girl did insist!!!great!! love the reactions from the victims ,screams and pleas
miss the act, nailing feet, to crush and fix them with the big one spike
"There, is it as you hoped" Officer Eilleen demandingly asks...
Blue
Magistrate
Denise is Justly Punished – part fifteen
After first making eye contact with Judge Williams to acknowledge his readiness to continue, Officer Eileen then taps Jennifer 0317 on the shoulder and says in a matter-of-fact tone “You’re next.” Jennifer 0317 gasps at the remark and begins anew to plead for her life, for the sake of her family, the community where she practiced medicine, for all humanity…
Officer Eileen seems to revel in Jennifer 0317’s pleas… Replying in a sarcastic tone she says: “we are serving humanity by removing you from it!” while pointing her finger at the condemned woman for emphasis.
She begins to walk away but stops short and turns back towards Jennifer to deliver one last humiliation: “By the way, you might want to know we have frozen all your assets, placed liens on all your property and taken custodial care of all your investments. Any profit you made by killing the unborn is ours now, to be funneled into more proper forms of health care. In fact, a new 501-C4 non-profit has been created with your seed money. We are informally calling it ‘Unplanned Parenthood’… ironic, hmmmm?”
She chuckles, then resumes: “This new organization will provide work for single mothers all over the country. It is, essentially, a jobs program befitting attractive, young women desperate enough to do anything to earn a living by any means possible, so as to provide for her new family.”
A wry grin crosses Officer Eileen’s face, drinking in the look of horror and disgust readily apparent in the condemned woman’s eyes as Jennifer 0317 catches the implication of government-operated prostitution right away.
As Judge Williams approaches, Officer Eileen says to Jennifer 0317 in a condescending, almost cheery voice: “Well… it appears our time together is over…” She points to Judge Williams as he approaches his marked spot six feet behind the condemned. “I must be moving on, but, as they said many years ago on television: ‘Here Comes ‘Da Judge, Here Comes Da Judge…” She walks away laughing at her own silly reference, reveling in the feeling of power over the formerly powerful woman.
Once again, Judge Williams checks his spot, and looks to the television crew for his cue. All is in order… He says to the guards: “Have the murderess stand before me.”
Jennifer 0317 is now standing but cowering in fear.
“Jennifer 0317, you have been tried and convicted on multiple counts of the capital crime ‘Murder of the Unborn’. You have been condemned to death by crucifixion after receiving no less than seventy-five lashes of the bullwhip. Your whipping, having already taken place, was but a mild precursor to the agony that awaits as you are put to death on this cross before you.” Again, he pauses here but this time he glances at the screaming and gyrating Maria 0517 on her cross, emphatically underscoring the crushing reality soon to befall Jennifer 0317. She continues to mutter between sobs “This can’t be happening… I did nothing wrong… This can’t be happening… I did nothing wrong...”
He continues, once again on cue from the television crew: “Your execution will proceed as follows: first, you will be stripped naked. You will then be laid down on the beam, arms outstretched, feet bound at the ankles. Your arms and feet will then be tightly bound by ropes to your cross. After you are thusly restrained, your executioner will then drive nails through you and into the wood in the following order: left wrist, right wrist, then both feet with left foot over right foot. Once the nailing is complete you will then be raised, with your cross falling into its designated hole and wedged in place to withstand your, inevitable, struggles. You will remain crucified until you are dead, at which time a family member may claim your body for burial.”
Again, Judge Williams pauses, letting the terror of the moment linger… then finishes with the same offer he made to Maria 0517: “As a mercy, I will allow you the dignity of ten seconds to remove your crucifixion loincloth yourself, rather than have the guards do it forcibly for you. Once I instruct the guards to release your arms the count will begin.”
Once more, Judge Williams surveys the entire scene, making sure all is ready for the moment of truth, and the extra guards are in place in case there are some other lunatics ready to make an outburst.
Satisfied with what he sees he gives the order: “Guards, release her arms.”
Jennifer 0317 doesn’t move a muscle as she stares at the spectacle of death being demonstrated by Maria 0517, a spectacle she will soon be a part of in a few scant minutes. Just before the count is finished, she glances over to Denise 1123, who is currently kneeling by her own cross, deep in prayer and fidgeting with the golden crucifix that still adorns her neck. Denise 1123 senses the desperate glance from her fellow condemned, pauses her prayer and returns the glance, forcing a faint, quick, weak-yet-unmistakable smile of reassurance to the woman as the guards strip Jennifer 0317 of her loincloth, and last vestige of human dignity.
Jennifer 0317 pleads and begs for her life as she is lowered to her cross and the ropes are cinched around her wrists and feet. “NO! NO! NO! OH MY GOD… PLEASE DON’T KILL ME!!! NO! NO! NO! PLEASE, GOD… DON’T LET THEM KILL ME!!! DON’T LET THEM… AHHHHHHHHHHHH…...!!!!!!”
Apparently, God has other things to do now as the first nail is driven home; she wails in agony at each swing of the hammer, then cries tears of desperation between strikes while begging her executioners to stop: “please… please… no more… I beg… AHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYY…… GOD!!!!! NOOOOOOO…!!!”
Her body shudders at each strike of the hammer. Sweat emanates from every pore of her skin, her muscles visibly twitch and spasm as both wrists are fully attached to the wood.
Not two minutes later, as the longest spike goes through her feet, she arches her back up off the cross and howls in abject misery, holding that unnatural pose for almost 10 seconds, then dropping like a stone back onto the wood. “OH GOD!!!!!!! OH GOD!!!!! I AM NAILED… NAILED TO A CROSS… HOW….??? WHY…???” She receives no answer to her question.
With Jennifer 0317 now fully nailed, Officer Eileen instructs the crucifixion team to pause a moment before lifting her: “Let’s give her some time to enjoy her last moments on the ground...” she says, moving to make eye contact with the condemned woman.
As they engage each other’s stare Jennifer 0317 plaintively asks her directly, her voice the epitome of sorrow and despair. “Why…??? Why…??? Why…??? Please don’t hurt me anymore… please, no more…. It hurts so bad… I don’t want to die… please… no more… I don’t want to die….”
Officer Eileen smirks at the woman’s sorrowful pleas. She kneels down next to the desperate, crying woman and runs her hand gently up and down her torso, then over her stomach, then up to her breasts.
Now with a broad smile, Officer Eileen seems to muse out loud: “Just think…, about 16 hours ago you were a successful medical professional getting into her Land Rover, ready to go home to her perfect family. Now look at you: begging, pleading for your life, wrists and feet ruined by long spikes attaching you to a cross… And not just any cross; YOUR CROSS! The cross that will hold you in its death embrace for untold days. The cross that we will now lift to display your punishment to the entire nation. The cross where you will fight for every breath until your body can no longer rise… “
Jennifer 0317’s face is covered in sweat, tears and etched in agony. She is slowly shaking her head back and forth saying “No… please… please… no more… please… I don’t… don’t… don’t… don’t want to die… please… don’t lift me”
Officer Eileen gently runs her hand over Jennifer 0317’s sweaty cheek, then her equally sweaty forehead, looking the doomed woman in the eye. With no hint of emotion, and continuing her gaze, she says loud enough for all to hear “Raise Her.” Jennifer 0317 screams “NOOOOOOOOO…!!!” as she and her cross are lifted, then unceremoniously dumped into the waiting hole. In less than a minute the hole is filled and Jennifer 0317’s cross is steadied. She is now completely and irrevocably crucified.
Jennifer 0317 has now joined Maria 0517 in a screaming dance of death on the cross; a macabre pas-de-deux that will soon be a trio…
After first making eye contact with Judge Williams to acknowledge his readiness to continue, Officer Eileen then taps Jennifer 0317 on the shoulder and says in a matter-of-fact tone “You’re next.” Jennifer 0317 gasps at the remark and begins anew to plead for her life, for the sake of her family, the community where she practiced medicine, for all humanity…
Officer Eileen seems to revel in Jennifer 0317’s pleas… Replying in a sarcastic tone she says: “we are serving humanity by removing you from it!” while pointing her finger at the condemned woman for emphasis.
She begins to walk away but stops short and turns back towards Jennifer to deliver one last humiliation: “By the way, you might want to know we have frozen all your assets, placed liens on all your property and taken custodial care of all your investments. Any profit you made by killing the unborn is ours now, to be funneled into more proper forms of health care. In fact, a new 501-C4 non-profit has been created with your seed money. We are informally calling it ‘Unplanned Parenthood’… ironic, hmmmm?”
She chuckles, then resumes: “This new organization will provide work for single mothers all over the country. It is, essentially, a jobs program befitting attractive, young women desperate enough to do anything to earn a living by any means possible, so as to provide for her new family.”
A wry grin crosses Officer Eileen’s face, drinking in the look of horror and disgust readily apparent in the condemned woman’s eyes as Jennifer 0317 catches the implication of government-operated prostitution right away.
As Judge Williams approaches, Officer Eileen says to Jennifer 0317 in a condescending, almost cheery voice: “Well… it appears our time together is over…” She points to Judge Williams as he approaches his marked spot six feet behind the condemned. “I must be moving on, but, as they said many years ago on television: ‘Here Comes ‘Da Judge, Here Comes Da Judge…” She walks away laughing at her own silly reference, reveling in the feeling of power over the formerly powerful woman.
Once again, Judge Williams checks his spot, and looks to the television crew for his cue. All is in order… He says to the guards: “Have the murderess stand before me.”
Jennifer 0317 is now standing but cowering in fear.
“Jennifer 0317, you have been tried and convicted on multiple counts of the capital crime ‘Murder of the Unborn’. You have been condemned to death by crucifixion after receiving no less than seventy-five lashes of the bullwhip. Your whipping, having already taken place, was but a mild precursor to the agony that awaits as you are put to death on this cross before you.” Again, he pauses here but this time he glances at the screaming and gyrating Maria 0517 on her cross, emphatically underscoring the crushing reality soon to befall Jennifer 0317. She continues to mutter between sobs “This can’t be happening… I did nothing wrong… This can’t be happening… I did nothing wrong...”
He continues, once again on cue from the television crew: “Your execution will proceed as follows: first, you will be stripped naked. You will then be laid down on the beam, arms outstretched, feet bound at the ankles. Your arms and feet will then be tightly bound by ropes to your cross. After you are thusly restrained, your executioner will then drive nails through you and into the wood in the following order: left wrist, right wrist, then both feet with left foot over right foot. Once the nailing is complete you will then be raised, with your cross falling into its designated hole and wedged in place to withstand your, inevitable, struggles. You will remain crucified until you are dead, at which time a family member may claim your body for burial.”
Again, Judge Williams pauses, letting the terror of the moment linger… then finishes with the same offer he made to Maria 0517: “As a mercy, I will allow you the dignity of ten seconds to remove your crucifixion loincloth yourself, rather than have the guards do it forcibly for you. Once I instruct the guards to release your arms the count will begin.”
Once more, Judge Williams surveys the entire scene, making sure all is ready for the moment of truth, and the extra guards are in place in case there are some other lunatics ready to make an outburst.
Satisfied with what he sees he gives the order: “Guards, release her arms.”
Jennifer 0317 doesn’t move a muscle as she stares at the spectacle of death being demonstrated by Maria 0517, a spectacle she will soon be a part of in a few scant minutes. Just before the count is finished, she glances over to Denise 1123, who is currently kneeling by her own cross, deep in prayer and fidgeting with the golden crucifix that still adorns her neck. Denise 1123 senses the desperate glance from her fellow condemned, pauses her prayer and returns the glance, forcing a faint, quick, weak-yet-unmistakable smile of reassurance to the woman as the guards strip Jennifer 0317 of her loincloth, and last vestige of human dignity.
Jennifer 0317 pleads and begs for her life as she is lowered to her cross and the ropes are cinched around her wrists and feet. “NO! NO! NO! OH MY GOD… PLEASE DON’T KILL ME!!! NO! NO! NO! PLEASE, GOD… DON’T LET THEM KILL ME!!! DON’T LET THEM… AHHHHHHHHHHHH…...!!!!!!”
Apparently, God has other things to do now as the first nail is driven home; she wails in agony at each swing of the hammer, then cries tears of desperation between strikes while begging her executioners to stop: “please… please… no more… I beg… AHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYY…… GOD!!!!! NOOOOOOO…!!!”
Her body shudders at each strike of the hammer. Sweat emanates from every pore of her skin, her muscles visibly twitch and spasm as both wrists are fully attached to the wood.
Not two minutes later, as the longest spike goes through her feet, she arches her back up off the cross and howls in abject misery, holding that unnatural pose for almost 10 seconds, then dropping like a stone back onto the wood. “OH GOD!!!!!!! OH GOD!!!!! I AM NAILED… NAILED TO A CROSS… HOW….??? WHY…???” She receives no answer to her question.
With Jennifer 0317 now fully nailed, Officer Eileen instructs the crucifixion team to pause a moment before lifting her: “Let’s give her some time to enjoy her last moments on the ground...” she says, moving to make eye contact with the condemned woman.
As they engage each other’s stare Jennifer 0317 plaintively asks her directly, her voice the epitome of sorrow and despair. “Why…??? Why…??? Why…??? Please don’t hurt me anymore… please, no more…. It hurts so bad… I don’t want to die… please… no more… I don’t want to die….”
Officer Eileen smirks at the woman’s sorrowful pleas. She kneels down next to the desperate, crying woman and runs her hand gently up and down her torso, then over her stomach, then up to her breasts.
Now with a broad smile, Officer Eileen seems to muse out loud: “Just think…, about 16 hours ago you were a successful medical professional getting into her Land Rover, ready to go home to her perfect family. Now look at you: begging, pleading for your life, wrists and feet ruined by long spikes attaching you to a cross… And not just any cross; YOUR CROSS! The cross that will hold you in its death embrace for untold days. The cross that we will now lift to display your punishment to the entire nation. The cross where you will fight for every breath until your body can no longer rise… “
Jennifer 0317’s face is covered in sweat, tears and etched in agony. She is slowly shaking her head back and forth saying “No… please… please… no more… please… I don’t… don’t… don’t… don’t want to die… please… don’t lift me”
Officer Eileen gently runs her hand over Jennifer 0317’s sweaty cheek, then her equally sweaty forehead, looking the doomed woman in the eye. With no hint of emotion, and continuing her gaze, she says loud enough for all to hear “Raise Her.” Jennifer 0317 screams “NOOOOOOOOO…!!!” as she and her cross are lifted, then unceremoniously dumped into the waiting hole. In less than a minute the hole is filled and Jennifer 0317’s cross is steadied. She is now completely and irrevocably crucified.
Jennifer 0317 has now joined Maria 0517 in a screaming dance of death on the cross; a macabre pas-de-deux that will soon be a trio…
nailed girl
Governor
great!
..the worst part , hanging upright, realise ,now it´s done
i am crucified!! a mix of panic and desperation an extreme experience for sure
..the worst part , hanging upright, realise ,now it´s done
i am crucified!! a mix of panic and desperation an extreme experience for sure
Hadrianus127
Tribune
Apart from the fact that the charges themselves were absurd and the trial was a judicial murder. But in Atwood's novel it was similar.
danielle926
Executioner
.....eyeroll
messaline
Crucified Amazon
Hope that Denise will be stay proud ...
Blue
Magistrate
Denise is Justly Punished – part sixteen
From the moment she was forced to kneel before her cross, Denise 1123 had been fidgeting with the crucifix around her neck, praying to God for deliverance, for forgiveness, for mercy, even the mercy of a quick death if she must be crucified… Occasionally, she would be distracted by the mournful howls of agony from her fellow condemned, feeling a mixture of pity and fear as they were put to death in a way she would soon follow… But, for the most part, she kept her focus on her communion with God, blotting out the surreal terror that surrounded her by repeating the Hail Mary.
Hail, Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death.
Amen.
She is startled when she feels hands on her hands holding her crucifix and praying along with her: she is even more startled to see it is officer Eileen, kneeling, eyes closed, reciting the prayer with her as if she herself was about to die.
As the prayer ends both women open their eyes and lock on to each other: the intensity of the moment heightened by the cries of the other two women. Finally, Denise 123 breaks the silence, her voice in a whisper, saying: “I don’t want to die…”
Officer Eileen continues to lock eyes with Denise 1123, nods her head slowly and says: “I know… I know… I’m so sorry…” She then gives Denise 1123 a soft hug, wrapping both arms around her back. No other words are spoken as Denise 1123 begins to cry on the shoulder of her executioner. Though Denise 1123 has accepted her fate, she is still terrified at the prospect of being crucified; but the act of kindness and compassion by Officer Eileen relaxes her a moment, allowing her humanity to peek through her fear.
Soon, Officer Eileen breaks the embrace somewhat but keeps her right arm around the shoulder of the condemned woman. Once again, their eyes meet, a small smile is exchanged, and Denise 1123 lets her guard down just a bit more, accepting the reassurance in the form of soft physical contact from the person in charge of her execution.
Officer Eileen continues to show compassion to the condemned woman; lightly caressing Denise 1123’s hair with her left hand, eventually moving it away from her neck. Although Denise 1123 is shivering with fear, she finds Officer Eileen’s arm wrapped around her reassuring; even more so when Officer Eileen leans in, nuzzles her neck and softly explores the area around Denise 1123’s ear with her tongue. Lingering there a few minutes, Denise 1123 moans softly when Officer Eileen’s left hand finds her right breast, slowly kneading the soft flesh, lightly pinching the aroused nipple.
The warmth of Officer Eileen’s touch calms Denise 1123 down even more despite the absurd reality that confronts her. One woman is screaming on her cross, another is pleading, begging the executioners to stop their work and not raise her, invoking God’s name often, while their respective families are wailing in anguish at the sight of their loved one’s torturous punishment.
Despite the deadly cacophony that surrounds her, Denise 1123 finds a quiet space in her mind away from it, blocking out everything but Officer Eileen’s touch and the feel of her tongue teasing her ear. She moans softly, deeply, her body noticeably relaxes. She is also aware of a warmth in her loins, her pussy wet with desire, her mind a confusing mix of humiliation and lust. Somehow, she has allowed Officer Eileen to turn her on and, rather than fight it, she submits to the feelings of shameful lust and desire…
Sensing the moment is ripe, Officer Eileen whispers in her ear: “Quite a sight – no? Look at Maria 0517 twist and writhe in agony… Such a pity…” She pauses… “And look, your friend Jennifer 0317 is going up to join her now; she’s already struggling, trying to fight the nails and they haven’t even dropped her in yet… Whoops! There she goes… Wow! Didn’t think she had it in her to struggle that much… I think she’s trying to rip the nails out of the wood with her wrist… you think?”
“Oh God… Oh God… Oh God…!!!” is all Denise can utter as a fresh wave of terror washes over her like a tsunami. Officer Eileen tightens her embrace of the terrified woman, holding her close as a mother would hold a child, patting her back and stroking her hair.
Officer Ellen speaks softly to the frightened woman “There, there, it will all be over soon, very soon.” Her hand slowly travels down Denise 1123’s chest to her tummy, the past her tummy to the light pubic hair before just above her entrance. Denise 1123 obediently parts her legs and is immediately rewarded with feather soft pressure on her clit. Half ashamed and half grateful for the distraction, Danielle 0517 moans as her wetness covers Officer Eileen’s probing fingers.
Officer Eileen senses Denise 1123’s excitement grows with each stoke of her hand and nuzzle of her neck. She asks: “Do you like how I’m touching you?”
“Yesssss…” replies Denise 1123 followed by “Oh God” as Officer Eileen’s hand continues to explore her labia oh so very gently…
Officer Eileen continues to run her finger up and down Denise 1123’s wet slit causing her to buck her hips in rhythm to the strokes. “Oh God, that feels soooo good”
Officer Eileen shifts position just a bit so hear mouth can find Denise 1123’s mouth, and her thumb can find Denise 1123’s clit. Denise 1123 releases her crucifix and returns Officer Eileen’s kiss. Their lips are on fire, their tongues intertwine for untold seconds as Officer Eileen put two fingers inside Denise 1123’s aching pussy. “God… Oh God… God… Yesssssss…...!!!”
Denise 1123 suddenly forgets about where she is, why she’s there, and what is going to happen to her. Instead, she is focusing on the excitement growing between her legs, her hardened nipples and the deft touch of Officer Eileen.
Sensing the moment is ripe, Officer Eileen whispers in Denise 1123’s ear “You do realize that will be you in a few moments – right?”
Denise 1123 responds as if in a trance, so compelling is the scene before her very eyes, so compelling is the tenderness of Officer Eileen’s touch. “Yessss” she responds, whispering.
Officer Eileen smirks lightly… Again, she whispers: “Do you want to watch them suffer and die? Does it turn you on?”
Denise 1123 barely notices what was said, so focused on Officer Eileen’s touch, eventually replying with a long, drawn out “Yessssss…..”
Officer Eileen ups the ante: “Say it. Out loud. I want to hear you say: ‘I want to watch them suffer and die… it turns me on….”
Denise 1123 flinches as Officer Eileen pinches her nipple just a bit harder than before and nuzzles her neck with soft kisses. Denise 1123 moans even more loud, breathing in deeply then moaning again before saying “Yes, yes, yes. I want to watch them suffer and die… it…it..”
Officer Eileen holds Denise 1123 close, now smooshing her cheek against the condemned woman’s check in, perhaps, the most intense embrace Danielle 1123 has ever felt in her life. In a more commanding tone Officer Eileen asks Denise 1123: “Do you want them to watch you suffer and die? Watch you cry out as the nails go in? Beg for mercy as your cross is raised?”
Danielle 1123 winces initially at the thought of those words but is so wrapped up in Officer Eileen’s embrace all she can muster for a reply is another elongated “Yesssssssss…….”
Sensing her victim’s deepening submission Officer Eileen separates herself from Denise 1123, pulling her head back by her hair and demanding: “Say it…! Louder…! Say: ‘I want them to watch me suffer and die… I want to hear you say it out loud – NOW!”
Denise 1123 begins to sob “I want them… to watch… me… me suffer and die…” her anguish rising with each syllable, each letter…
Officer Eileen, now sure Denise 1123 is on the verge of breaking, increases the pressure of mental anguish on the condemned woman. Demanding an answer out loud she shouts at Denise 1123: “Do they deserve this punishment? To die, crucified? Humiliated, in perpetual agony and terror up to their last breath?”
“Yyyessss…” Denise 1123 has given in to her tormentor at this point… willingly offering up whatever Officer Eileen asks for: “They deserve this punishment... To die, crucified… Humiliated, in perpetual agony and terror up to their last breath”
She didn’t even let Officer Eileen get her usual line in before she said “I deserve this punishment... To die, crucified… Humiliated, in perpetual agony and terror up to my last breath. I deserve this… I deserve this… I deserve the cross… I deserve the pain… I deserve the agony… Please end my life in humiliation and pain… nail me… nail me to my cross and raise me – I am guilty, guilty… guilty!!!”
Officer Eileen breaks the embrace, laughs a little, and turns to the executioner saying: “all yours” as she rises up, brushing the dirt off her knees.
From the moment she was forced to kneel before her cross, Denise 1123 had been fidgeting with the crucifix around her neck, praying to God for deliverance, for forgiveness, for mercy, even the mercy of a quick death if she must be crucified… Occasionally, she would be distracted by the mournful howls of agony from her fellow condemned, feeling a mixture of pity and fear as they were put to death in a way she would soon follow… But, for the most part, she kept her focus on her communion with God, blotting out the surreal terror that surrounded her by repeating the Hail Mary.
Hail, Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death.
Amen.
She is startled when she feels hands on her hands holding her crucifix and praying along with her: she is even more startled to see it is officer Eileen, kneeling, eyes closed, reciting the prayer with her as if she herself was about to die.
As the prayer ends both women open their eyes and lock on to each other: the intensity of the moment heightened by the cries of the other two women. Finally, Denise 123 breaks the silence, her voice in a whisper, saying: “I don’t want to die…”
Officer Eileen continues to lock eyes with Denise 1123, nods her head slowly and says: “I know… I know… I’m so sorry…” She then gives Denise 1123 a soft hug, wrapping both arms around her back. No other words are spoken as Denise 1123 begins to cry on the shoulder of her executioner. Though Denise 1123 has accepted her fate, she is still terrified at the prospect of being crucified; but the act of kindness and compassion by Officer Eileen relaxes her a moment, allowing her humanity to peek through her fear.
Soon, Officer Eileen breaks the embrace somewhat but keeps her right arm around the shoulder of the condemned woman. Once again, their eyes meet, a small smile is exchanged, and Denise 1123 lets her guard down just a bit more, accepting the reassurance in the form of soft physical contact from the person in charge of her execution.
Officer Eileen continues to show compassion to the condemned woman; lightly caressing Denise 1123’s hair with her left hand, eventually moving it away from her neck. Although Denise 1123 is shivering with fear, she finds Officer Eileen’s arm wrapped around her reassuring; even more so when Officer Eileen leans in, nuzzles her neck and softly explores the area around Denise 1123’s ear with her tongue. Lingering there a few minutes, Denise 1123 moans softly when Officer Eileen’s left hand finds her right breast, slowly kneading the soft flesh, lightly pinching the aroused nipple.
The warmth of Officer Eileen’s touch calms Denise 1123 down even more despite the absurd reality that confronts her. One woman is screaming on her cross, another is pleading, begging the executioners to stop their work and not raise her, invoking God’s name often, while their respective families are wailing in anguish at the sight of their loved one’s torturous punishment.
Despite the deadly cacophony that surrounds her, Denise 1123 finds a quiet space in her mind away from it, blocking out everything but Officer Eileen’s touch and the feel of her tongue teasing her ear. She moans softly, deeply, her body noticeably relaxes. She is also aware of a warmth in her loins, her pussy wet with desire, her mind a confusing mix of humiliation and lust. Somehow, she has allowed Officer Eileen to turn her on and, rather than fight it, she submits to the feelings of shameful lust and desire…
Sensing the moment is ripe, Officer Eileen whispers in her ear: “Quite a sight – no? Look at Maria 0517 twist and writhe in agony… Such a pity…” She pauses… “And look, your friend Jennifer 0317 is going up to join her now; she’s already struggling, trying to fight the nails and they haven’t even dropped her in yet… Whoops! There she goes… Wow! Didn’t think she had it in her to struggle that much… I think she’s trying to rip the nails out of the wood with her wrist… you think?”
“Oh God… Oh God… Oh God…!!!” is all Denise can utter as a fresh wave of terror washes over her like a tsunami. Officer Eileen tightens her embrace of the terrified woman, holding her close as a mother would hold a child, patting her back and stroking her hair.
Officer Ellen speaks softly to the frightened woman “There, there, it will all be over soon, very soon.” Her hand slowly travels down Denise 1123’s chest to her tummy, the past her tummy to the light pubic hair before just above her entrance. Denise 1123 obediently parts her legs and is immediately rewarded with feather soft pressure on her clit. Half ashamed and half grateful for the distraction, Danielle 0517 moans as her wetness covers Officer Eileen’s probing fingers.
Officer Eileen senses Denise 1123’s excitement grows with each stoke of her hand and nuzzle of her neck. She asks: “Do you like how I’m touching you?”
“Yesssss…” replies Denise 1123 followed by “Oh God” as Officer Eileen’s hand continues to explore her labia oh so very gently…
Officer Eileen continues to run her finger up and down Denise 1123’s wet slit causing her to buck her hips in rhythm to the strokes. “Oh God, that feels soooo good”
Officer Eileen shifts position just a bit so hear mouth can find Denise 1123’s mouth, and her thumb can find Denise 1123’s clit. Denise 1123 releases her crucifix and returns Officer Eileen’s kiss. Their lips are on fire, their tongues intertwine for untold seconds as Officer Eileen put two fingers inside Denise 1123’s aching pussy. “God… Oh God… God… Yesssssss…...!!!”
Denise 1123 suddenly forgets about where she is, why she’s there, and what is going to happen to her. Instead, she is focusing on the excitement growing between her legs, her hardened nipples and the deft touch of Officer Eileen.
Sensing the moment is ripe, Officer Eileen whispers in Denise 1123’s ear “You do realize that will be you in a few moments – right?”
Denise 1123 responds as if in a trance, so compelling is the scene before her very eyes, so compelling is the tenderness of Officer Eileen’s touch. “Yessss” she responds, whispering.
Officer Eileen smirks lightly… Again, she whispers: “Do you want to watch them suffer and die? Does it turn you on?”
Denise 1123 barely notices what was said, so focused on Officer Eileen’s touch, eventually replying with a long, drawn out “Yessssss…..”
Officer Eileen ups the ante: “Say it. Out loud. I want to hear you say: ‘I want to watch them suffer and die… it turns me on….”
Denise 1123 flinches as Officer Eileen pinches her nipple just a bit harder than before and nuzzles her neck with soft kisses. Denise 1123 moans even more loud, breathing in deeply then moaning again before saying “Yes, yes, yes. I want to watch them suffer and die… it…it..”
Officer Eileen holds Denise 1123 close, now smooshing her cheek against the condemned woman’s check in, perhaps, the most intense embrace Danielle 1123 has ever felt in her life. In a more commanding tone Officer Eileen asks Denise 1123: “Do you want them to watch you suffer and die? Watch you cry out as the nails go in? Beg for mercy as your cross is raised?”
Danielle 1123 winces initially at the thought of those words but is so wrapped up in Officer Eileen’s embrace all she can muster for a reply is another elongated “Yesssssssss…….”
Sensing her victim’s deepening submission Officer Eileen separates herself from Denise 1123, pulling her head back by her hair and demanding: “Say it…! Louder…! Say: ‘I want them to watch me suffer and die… I want to hear you say it out loud – NOW!”
Denise 1123 begins to sob “I want them… to watch… me… me suffer and die…” her anguish rising with each syllable, each letter…
Officer Eileen, now sure Denise 1123 is on the verge of breaking, increases the pressure of mental anguish on the condemned woman. Demanding an answer out loud she shouts at Denise 1123: “Do they deserve this punishment? To die, crucified? Humiliated, in perpetual agony and terror up to their last breath?”
“Yyyessss…” Denise 1123 has given in to her tormentor at this point… willingly offering up whatever Officer Eileen asks for: “They deserve this punishment... To die, crucified… Humiliated, in perpetual agony and terror up to their last breath”
She didn’t even let Officer Eileen get her usual line in before she said “I deserve this punishment... To die, crucified… Humiliated, in perpetual agony and terror up to my last breath. I deserve this… I deserve this… I deserve the cross… I deserve the pain… I deserve the agony… Please end my life in humiliation and pain… nail me… nail me to my cross and raise me – I am guilty, guilty… guilty!!!”
Officer Eileen breaks the embrace, laughs a little, and turns to the executioner saying: “all yours” as she rises up, brushing the dirt off her knees.
settantuno
MUTUS PICTOR
Blue
Magistrate
Wow, so vivid...
I am very into seeing how my words are interpreted through your lens and then made real by your hands... our impromptu “collaboration” has been a revelation.
Thank you very much!!! @settantuno
settantuno
MUTUS PICTOR
messaline
Crucified Amazon
" Quelle salope !"
( "what a slute ! " )
messaline
Crucified Amazon
She's totally submitted, now ! She wants her horrible torment ; she doesn't know till where it could conduct her ...
Is she dump ? Is she a turkey ( turkey : in french, "dinde" : can be used to describe a simple mind girl ) ?
Anyway, let the things going ... perhaps that during her agony, she could change of point of view ...
nailed girl
Governor
she´s confused by her hornyness ...the reality comes back to her with the first nail
tygavin
Magistrate
You do this so well. Especially in your Dancing Girl story. The way you have the executioner get the victim so excited for death is amazing
Blue
Magistrate
****NOTE FROM AUTHOR****
This is the final episode in this story.
My many thanks to all who reacted, commented on or added to (@settantuno) this piece. The comments are most helpful as I tweaked the story many times based on reader feedback.
I appreciate all those who have taken the time to read this piece and hope you found it, and will continue to find it, worth the effort! - Blue
Denise is Justly Punished – part seventeen
The guards descend upon Denise 1123 as quickly as the others, seemingly more quickly to Denise 1123 since it is now her turn to be put to death. She feels herself being dragged to her feet, breaking the strange trance Officer Eileen had her ensnared in. No longer able to block out her frightful surroundings, she begins to panic, hyperventilate, and cry out as a tidal wave of terror overwhelms her senses, wiping out all rational thought.
What was once a, seemingly, twisted erotic nightmare is now a horrific reality, full-on, as if a switch had flipped from “off” to “on.” The cruel humiliation and inflicted by Officer Eileen has not broken Denise 1123, quite the opposite, in fact. There was no sincerity in Officer Eileen’s prayers, no warmth to her touch, and no real empathy in her thoughts. Without realizing it, Denise 1123’s submission to Officer Eileen’s sexual charade has made her hyper-aware of her dire situation. The stark realization of the falseness of Officer Eileen’s word flays her soul to its core
Held fast by the guards, weakened by her whipping and Via Crucis, she has no recourse…. All she can do is cry out “PLEASE DON’T KILL ME… I DON’T WANT TO DIE… PLEASE DON’T KILL ME… I DON’T WANT TO DIE…”
As Judge Williams approaches, she becomes hysterical, so much so that Judge Williams cannot perform his ritual condemnation. He looks to Officer
Eileen for guidance; she nods to signify she understands the situation. Officer Eileen approaches the terrified woman, tears streaming down her face, and says rather matter-of-factly: “Honey, you knew this moment would come… don’t you want to face death with at least SOME dignity?”
Denise 1123 fights back the tears long enough to blurt out through chattering teeth: “I’m ssssssoooooo, ssssoooo scared…. I don’t want to die… I don’t….”
WHACK!
Denise 1123’s plea is cut short by Officer Eileen’s fist as it strikes her gut, knocking the wind out of her. She doubles over, gasping for breath and wholly unable to make a sound. Officer Eileen looks to Judge Williams and calmly says “Proceed.”
With rehearsed precision, Judge Williams finds his spot and looks to the television crew for the cue. Just as with all the others, he begins impassively…: “Denise 1123, you have been tried and convicted on…”
Suddenly, everything has changed for Denise 1123. She is listening as Judge Williams is now pronouncing HER death sentence; the guards are now stripping her of HER loincloth; SHE is now the one now naked before the crowd; The guards are now forcing her onto HER cross; binding HER arms; HER wrists to the patibulum.
Denise 1123 is now completely removed from the wanton painslut Officer Eileen goaded her into becoming. Deep down in her soul, she has always known she deserves to be punished for her abortion, and severely - her Catholic upbringing tells her so. Yet she still wants to live – learn from her mistake, grow as an individual. Perhaps do better as a person towards her fellow man, as a reformed sinner. She wonders: is it too late for that?
She struggles against the ropes, twisting, writhing, squirming… doing everything she can to break free and redeem her life. But the ropes answer her question with a resound “yes, it is too late...” as they are unyielding, unmoved, and inescapable. Indeed, it is too late for her to redeem herself while living. The time has come for her to be put to death on the cross, there is no other way to atone.
Her nightmare shifts into overdrive. She takes a look at Maria 0517: she is now hanging from her cross with arms stretched to their limit, quietly sobbing. She looks over at Jennifer 0317 who is still screaming in bloody agony and writhing on her cross like a woman possessed.
A fresh wave of fear envelops her as it begins again: SHE is now the one begging for them to stop; SHE is now shaking her shaking back and forth saying “NOOOOOO” over and over while the executioner probes her wrist. SHE is now the one pleading for HER life. Those are HER ankles being bound together; HER legs being bent and roped to HER cross. SHE is now straining against the ropes, using every fiber of muscle strength to try and escape the bindings, all in utter futility…
The first hammer strike is even worse than she imagined… That is now HER voice screaming in utter agony as the first nail is driven home, now the second. Those are HER feet crushed and ruined by the long spikes. That is HER body wracked in agony as the cross is lifted and settles in place. She, Denise Firmwood, is now the writhing wretch, naked, pinned to an implacable wooden cross, struggling against the nails, struggling against the utter humiliation, and struggling to even breath…
Denise 1123 is now crucified, justly punished for a crime she committed some twenty years before; a choice she made, a choice she has often regretted in the past and will continue to regret for however long she struggles for breath on her cross. The pain is horrific, endless, without respite whatsoever. In her heart an overwhelming sense of sorrow and regret engulfs her, and along with it an overwhelming sense of isolation. Denise 1123 is now removed from the living world and is only left breathing on her cross to wait for her body to catch up to this fact.
Somehow, in the midst of this horrific agony, she feels a presence to her right. Turning her head, she sees Jennifer 0317 is looking at her. Their eyes meet and lock on each other: just as they had after the whipping. No longer individuals with lives, aspirations, families, and friends, they are now sisters in dying and horrific death – their connection now unmistakable. They will hang suffering together, struggle for breath together, cry out in pain together and, ultimately, die in utter terror and panic… together.
END
This is the final episode in this story.
My many thanks to all who reacted, commented on or added to (@settantuno) this piece. The comments are most helpful as I tweaked the story many times based on reader feedback.
I appreciate all those who have taken the time to read this piece and hope you found it, and will continue to find it, worth the effort! - Blue
Denise is Justly Punished – part seventeen
The guards descend upon Denise 1123 as quickly as the others, seemingly more quickly to Denise 1123 since it is now her turn to be put to death. She feels herself being dragged to her feet, breaking the strange trance Officer Eileen had her ensnared in. No longer able to block out her frightful surroundings, she begins to panic, hyperventilate, and cry out as a tidal wave of terror overwhelms her senses, wiping out all rational thought.
What was once a, seemingly, twisted erotic nightmare is now a horrific reality, full-on, as if a switch had flipped from “off” to “on.” The cruel humiliation and inflicted by Officer Eileen has not broken Denise 1123, quite the opposite, in fact. There was no sincerity in Officer Eileen’s prayers, no warmth to her touch, and no real empathy in her thoughts. Without realizing it, Denise 1123’s submission to Officer Eileen’s sexual charade has made her hyper-aware of her dire situation. The stark realization of the falseness of Officer Eileen’s word flays her soul to its core
Held fast by the guards, weakened by her whipping and Via Crucis, she has no recourse…. All she can do is cry out “PLEASE DON’T KILL ME… I DON’T WANT TO DIE… PLEASE DON’T KILL ME… I DON’T WANT TO DIE…”
As Judge Williams approaches, she becomes hysterical, so much so that Judge Williams cannot perform his ritual condemnation. He looks to Officer
Eileen for guidance; she nods to signify she understands the situation. Officer Eileen approaches the terrified woman, tears streaming down her face, and says rather matter-of-factly: “Honey, you knew this moment would come… don’t you want to face death with at least SOME dignity?”
Denise 1123 fights back the tears long enough to blurt out through chattering teeth: “I’m ssssssoooooo, ssssoooo scared…. I don’t want to die… I don’t….”
WHACK!
Denise 1123’s plea is cut short by Officer Eileen’s fist as it strikes her gut, knocking the wind out of her. She doubles over, gasping for breath and wholly unable to make a sound. Officer Eileen looks to Judge Williams and calmly says “Proceed.”
With rehearsed precision, Judge Williams finds his spot and looks to the television crew for the cue. Just as with all the others, he begins impassively…: “Denise 1123, you have been tried and convicted on…”
Suddenly, everything has changed for Denise 1123. She is listening as Judge Williams is now pronouncing HER death sentence; the guards are now stripping her of HER loincloth; SHE is now the one now naked before the crowd; The guards are now forcing her onto HER cross; binding HER arms; HER wrists to the patibulum.
Denise 1123 is now completely removed from the wanton painslut Officer Eileen goaded her into becoming. Deep down in her soul, she has always known she deserves to be punished for her abortion, and severely - her Catholic upbringing tells her so. Yet she still wants to live – learn from her mistake, grow as an individual. Perhaps do better as a person towards her fellow man, as a reformed sinner. She wonders: is it too late for that?
She struggles against the ropes, twisting, writhing, squirming… doing everything she can to break free and redeem her life. But the ropes answer her question with a resound “yes, it is too late...” as they are unyielding, unmoved, and inescapable. Indeed, it is too late for her to redeem herself while living. The time has come for her to be put to death on the cross, there is no other way to atone.
Her nightmare shifts into overdrive. She takes a look at Maria 0517: she is now hanging from her cross with arms stretched to their limit, quietly sobbing. She looks over at Jennifer 0317 who is still screaming in bloody agony and writhing on her cross like a woman possessed.
A fresh wave of fear envelops her as it begins again: SHE is now the one begging for them to stop; SHE is now shaking her shaking back and forth saying “NOOOOOO” over and over while the executioner probes her wrist. SHE is now the one pleading for HER life. Those are HER ankles being bound together; HER legs being bent and roped to HER cross. SHE is now straining against the ropes, using every fiber of muscle strength to try and escape the bindings, all in utter futility…
The first hammer strike is even worse than she imagined… That is now HER voice screaming in utter agony as the first nail is driven home, now the second. Those are HER feet crushed and ruined by the long spikes. That is HER body wracked in agony as the cross is lifted and settles in place. She, Denise Firmwood, is now the writhing wretch, naked, pinned to an implacable wooden cross, struggling against the nails, struggling against the utter humiliation, and struggling to even breath…
Denise 1123 is now crucified, justly punished for a crime she committed some twenty years before; a choice she made, a choice she has often regretted in the past and will continue to regret for however long she struggles for breath on her cross. The pain is horrific, endless, without respite whatsoever. In her heart an overwhelming sense of sorrow and regret engulfs her, and along with it an overwhelming sense of isolation. Denise 1123 is now removed from the living world and is only left breathing on her cross to wait for her body to catch up to this fact.
Somehow, in the midst of this horrific agony, she feels a presence to her right. Turning her head, she sees Jennifer 0317 is looking at her. Their eyes meet and lock on each other: just as they had after the whipping. No longer individuals with lives, aspirations, families, and friends, they are now sisters in dying and horrific death – their connection now unmistakable. They will hang suffering together, struggle for breath together, cry out in pain together and, ultimately, die in utter terror and panic… together.
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