A Tale of Vindication

[thehangingtree]

A Tale of Vindication

Adele, Desiree, and Genevieve are the rulers of the land of Copulatia.



They inherited their leadship when they arranged for their parents to have ‘accidental’ deaths once they became of age to enjoy the luxuries of such a post.

Being rulers of the land allowed them to enjoy each other in ways not considered ‘normal’, but such ‘leadership’ had perks not given to common folk.



The women enjoyed a slightly more intimate relationship than mere friends would enjoy.



Of course, life was not always fun. Leadership requires some difficult duties. One of the practices their parents had was the severe punishment of criminals and enemies of the state. As they had learned from their parents, elimination of such rogues was both an effective punishment and a good deterrent for others from attempting such deviant acts. Men were put to death by crucifixion outside the city’s gates.



Women condemned to death were brought naked to the main square where they would be hanged to death before the townsfolk.



Adele, Desiree, and Genevieve made a show of the condemned people’s executions. A great deal of publicity was made of the prisoners’ executions, which greatly increased the spectators’ attendance. They truly enjoyed at least the first hours of the men’s crucifixions.



After a few hours only family and friends would hang around to be with the men as they suffered the torments of the cross.

Still, such executions kept the population mostly in control. It must be noted that the women of Copulatia came to see the men crucified. There seems to be some fascination of seeing a man hanged nailed to the cross. The once studly men hanged with their manhood dangling limply from their loins.



Even the three leaders enjoyed the humiliating crucifixion of the men. Adele would hoover near the men of the cross and mock how useless their ‘mighty penises’ had become.



She would suggest he makes his member hard then acting surprised say something about their hands were busy being nailed to the cross.

Desiree would fondle the man’s cock as if to make it hard.



Of course, no stimulation could make the man erect and Desiree would make sure the man was worthless and certainly deserved to be put to death if he couldn’t satisfy a women.

Genevieve was the boldest of the three women. She would try to get the men hard and of course never got a good erection from the crucified men. She would cup his balls in her hand and ask the crowd if she should rip his useless nuts off.



She never did tear the men’s balls from their bodies. Such an act would probably save them from hours of suffering on their cross before they died.

But this is not the end of the trio’s cruelty as will be explored in future chapters…

 

[Barbaria1]

land of Copulatia.

Giggle snort

 

[Loxuru]

Of course, life was not always fun. Leadership requires some difficult duties. One of the practices their parents had was the severe punishment of criminals and enemies of the state.

Difficult duty?

Even the three leaders enjoyed the humiliating crucifixion of the men.

Clearly not!

 

[thehangingtree]

Adele, Desiree, and Genevieve, or the ‘ruling Triumvirate’ as they were known, enjoyed the perks of their leadership but distained the duties that came with it. They had become bored with attending executions. The men crucified were worthless cocks that took forever to die and after seeing a dozen or so women hanged, even that becomes repetitive. It finally was decided one of them would attend the executions. On the next market day when a woman was scheduled to be hanged, Genevieve turn to witness the woman’s execution came up. A woman named Nancy Blust was to be hanged for rebellious activities. It seems she had sex with the city’s guards, itself not a crime as Copulatia had a rather liberal view of fornication but screwing the guards while they were on duty was considered treasonous behavior.

Nancy was brought to the gallows in the town square naked but for the irons around her wrists. The town’s folk could not believe such a beautiful woman would be hanged but were anxious to see her last dance as the noose choked the life out of her.



When Nancy arrived at the gallows, the irons were removed from her wrists and her hands were tied behind her. After all, she would be ‘buried’ with what she wore when she was hanged and irons cost more than rope. Nancy was placed on a stool and the noose was placed around her neck. The towns recorder read the charges she had been convicted of committing and that she would be hanged by her neck until she was dead and left hanged until the concession tents close.



Just before the stool was kicked from beneath Nancy’s feet, the town’s mayor mentioned to Genevieve that while Nancy certainly deserved to be executed, it was a shame she would be put to death so quickly. Genevieve wondered what he meant while Nancy squirmed her last before she was hanged.



When the town’s bell finished tolling the top of the hour, the stool knocked away and Nancy was hanged. She put up quite a fight, which the crowd greatly appreciated.



It was hard to find a sympathetic face in the crowd. With the short drop, Nancy placed a frantic dance searching for something to stand on.



The crowd drew surprisingly quiet as they watched her thrashing. They all wondered how long Nancy would last and who would win the bets they had made.

Five minutes passed and Nancy’s dance slowed as the noose tightened around her neck.



There were happy faces watching Nancy strangle as their chance of winning their bets on how long she would last favor those cheering.

Nancy lasted seven minutes before she succumbed to the noose. Genevieve turned to the reverend from the Cruxton Abbey and said “She lasted pretty long. What more could the people want?”



The reverend wiped the drool from his mouth and said “Lady Genevieve, you have put her to death, but the crowd demands equality. Have you ever considered crucifying the condemned women?”

 

[Loxuru]

Adele, Desiree, and Genevieve, or the ‘ruling Triumvirate’ as they were known

Rather a 'triumfeminate' (according to Jonathan Swift)? Or a triummullerate?

It seems she had sex with the city’s guards, itself not a crime as Copulatia had a rather liberal view of fornication but screwing the guards while they were on duty was considered treasonous behavior.

I assume, those guards were crucified for their dereliction of duty? Would not be fair, otherwise!

 

[thehangingtree]

I assume, those guards were crucified for their dereliction of duty? Would not be fair, otherwise!

No one ever accused Tree of being fair...

 

[Loxuru]

No one ever accused Tree of being fair...

Everybody who would do so, would for sure loose the case in court!

 

[thehangingtree]

Adele, Desiree, and Genevieve are enjoying some private time in their estate’s lily pond when Genevieve pops her head from the water and casually asks “Why do we hang women instead of crucifying them when we put them to death?”

Adele whips her head around and asks “What do you mean?!?!?!”



“I mean, why do we let women get off easy by hanging them instead of crucifying them like we do the men” Genevieve asks. “I mean women wouldn’t have their ‘things’ hanging from their loins and if they were crucified their breasts would stand out. So why don’t we hang them from a cross when we kill them?”

“It’s never been done” Desiree says “but the idea is appealing.”

They agree not to spoil the lovely afternoon and discuss such a prospect that evening.

That night, the women gather in Adele’s chambers. As Adele disrobes, she suggests they talk about Genevieve’s proposal.



Adele says “Even as the country’s rulers, we have to consider the ramifications of nailing a woman to a cross to kill them.”

The women retire to Adele’s bed and take time to reflect on Genevieve’s idea. Desiree seems a bit queasy about executing women by crucifying them. She says “Are we going to allow them to wear clothes?”

Genevieve replies “We have always executed everyone naked. Why would we let them wear cloths when they are on the cross? We could end up with a riot if we let them wear clothes.”

“We would have to have them sentenced to the cross to cover our asses” Adele says. “What man would sentence a woman to be executed that way?”

“The mayor said to me it was a shame we executed women so quickly” Genevieve says. “I’m sure he could get a group of men who would sentence a woman to be executed that way!”



The women agree if the mayor can get a jury to sentence a woman to be executed by crucifixion, they would be glad to condemn a woman to die that way. Soon they got back to the usual activities that occur when they shared a bed…

 

[Loxuru]

Adele, Desiree, and Genevieve are enjoying some private time in their estate’s lily pond when Genevieve pops her head from the water and casually asks “Why do we hang women instead of crucifying them when we put them to death?”

Adele whips her head around and asks “What do you mean?!?!?!”

The ideal place and circumstance for the creation of exciting ideas!

 

[thehangingtree]

A few days later, Genevieve happens to come across Mayor Slygaze and his assistant. They exchange pleasantries before Genevieve brings up the touchy subject. Shyly she says “Your excellence, when we were forced to hang Nancy Blust, you mentioned it was a shame her execution would be done so quickly and later the reverend suggested the condemned women could be executed by crucifying them.”

“Hmm, that would be interesting” the mayor says.

“But there is a tradition of hanging the condemned women that are sentenced to death. My cousins and I are concerned breaking such traditions may not be accepted well” Genevieve says.

“But you are the land’s leaders. If you think they should be crucified, I am certain you are within your rights to do so” the mayor exclaims.

“But we are new at being rulers and we don’t know how well it would be accepted” Genevieve says. “Of course if the courts sentenced them to be crucified…”



The mayor puffs out his chest and says “You have been most progressive leaders. If you wish the next woman to be crucified, I am sure I can find a panel of men who will sentence her to be executed that way”

Genevieve acts surprised. “You could do that?”

“My dear, if you wish equality for women, it should certainly extend to their punishment” the mayor says, thankful his cloak hides his erect cock.

Several market days pass without a woman being hanged in the town square. Even in Copulatia, they don’t hang women just for the entertainment of the townsfolk, there must be charges against the woman whether they are real or fabricated. But this absence of condemned women’s executions did not last more than a few months.

Jacqueline L’amour, a pretty young woman, had a skill she used to satisfy the town’s men. While she refused to have sex ‘the regular way’, she was quite skilled and very willing to the suck a man’s cock until his brains almost came with his cum.



Her services were greatly appreciated and usually was rewarded in gold coins. But one afternoon she was caught giving head to the town’s taxman (for ‘forgiveness’ of her debt) by the taxman’s wife. Needless to say, though the taxman was not charged, Jacqueline was arrested and brought to the city jail to be held until her trial.



Jail in Copulatia is not a pleasant place for Jacqueline. Once the guards found what she was charged with, they demanded she perform her skills on their cocks. Jacqueline had to suck the guards is she wished to eat.



Jacqueline’s ‘trial’ came a few days later. Trials in those days were more of a sentencing affair. After all, a woman wouldn’t be charged is she wasn’t guilty. Jacqueline was brought to court in the standard prisoner’s dress- in other words, naked.

Jacqueline had already resigned herself that she would be hanged in the square. She had passed time in her cell fretting being brought to the gallows and hanged naked before citizens.



She had seen other women do their final dances as they hanged by their necks. She correctly assumed it was a terrifying experience as they twisted from the noose closing around their necks. And while she dreaded the thought of the noose choking her to death, she was secretly excited about the show she would give the people as she hanged from rope.

In the courtroom Jacqueline stood naked before Judge Hangem waiting for him to declare she would be hanged to death in the square. She did not know about Genevieve’s discussion with Mayor Slygaze nor his promise to deliver a jury to fulfill Genevieve’s wish. Jacqueline stood as the prosecutor made his closing statement. “Jurors, I demand Miss L’amour be put to death for her crimes…”

No surprise here- Jacqueline knew that was coming- but he continues “…and to progress with Copulatia’s strides towards equality, that she be taken to Reparation Hill and be nailed to a cross and be raised to be crucified until she is dead!”

Jacqueline’s shoulders dropped.



“What the fuck are you saying” Jacqueline asks in barely more than a whisper…

 

[Loxuru]

she was quite skilled and very willing to the suck a man’s cock until his brains almost came with his cum.

There is some scientific proof indeed that some men's brains are so small, they fit somewhere in the testicles!

 

[thehangingtree]

Jacqueline’s stay at the Copulatia jail would be almost two weeks long. Even though there was a market day before her execution, Adele, Desiree, and Genevieve wanted a large crowd to see Jacqueline naked on the cross and put notices in every town of the country. Jacqueline’s stay was hardly dull. Besides having to service the guards’ cocks to get her meals, Jacqueline was one of the finest looking prisoners the jail ever held. Though not allowed by rules, the prison guards ignored them and had their ways with Jacqueline.



As vulgar as the guards’ actions were, it was when Jacqueline was left alone that time dragged as she could only imagine what it would be like when she was nailed naked and hanging from the cross. She had no illusions of how the people would act at her crucifixion. Jacqueline had gone to crucifixions before and was always entertained by the men suffering on the cross. She would even pack a basket so when she got hungry she would not miss the men’s agony. How she enjoyed watching the men’s cocks dangling from their loins.



Jacqueline looked down her body and wondered how she would look displayed naked on the cross.



She could easily imagine the men’s lecherous remarks. She feared what the women would say during her crucifixion.

It was the day before Jacqueline’s crucifixion when she was visited by Sister Angel of the Order of Women’s Repentance. The sister came to explain what the next day would bring. She said Jacqueline would be given her cross to carry to Reparation Hill where she would be nailed to it and raised. It would be lifted and she would hang from it subjected to the crowd’s comments.

Jacqueline was terrified by what Sister Angel said and she asked “I will be given something to wear, won’t I? At least a loincloth to cover my… down here?”

“Oh, no, my dear! You will be crucified just like the men. You will be as naked as you are now” Sister Angel declares. The nun raised her habit and says “Your pussy will be exposed as the men’s peckers are.”



She adds “But unlike their limp pricks hanging between their thighs, with your arms nailed to the cross your lovely tits will be spread and lifted. You will look magnificent when you are nailed to the cross!”

The evening came and Jacqueline sat on the floor of her cell. She played with the chain joining the shackles locked around her ankles.



Jacqueline tried to convince herself she would look fabulous on the cross though she was as much trying to forget the pain she would be in…

 

[Loxuru]

She would even pack a basket so when she got hungry she would not miss the men’s agony. How she enjoyed watching the men’s cocks dangling from their loins.



Jacqueline looked down her body and wondered how she would look displayed naked on the cross.

I shall pack some food and drink too, since I don't want to miss anything of her agony!

 

[Wragg]

They agree not to spoil the lovely afternoon and discuss such a prospect that evening.

Seems quite a nice way to spend an afternoon to me..

 

[thehangingtree]

Jacqueline did not sleep well her last night in jail. The wood bunk was little help but her fear of being crucified also played with her mind. The sun had barely risen when a guard opened her cell’s door and Sister Angel came in. With urgency in her voice, Sister Angel says “Time to go, Jacqueline. Come on, get us.”

Jacqueline is slow to get up. Pathetically, she asks “Don’t I get anything to wear?”

“You are as dressed as you are going to be. Let’s go. There are people waiting to see you carry your cross up the hill” Sister Angel replies. She grabs Jacqueline by her arm and leads her from the cell. Lecturing, Sister Angel says “Remember, you are the first woman to be crucified. Don’t embarrass us and show everyone how tough we women are!”

Jacqueline was not convinced.



Outside the jail, Jacqueline is handed the cross she would carry to the hill to be crucified upon. It is a large cross, the same size that the men are crucified on. Jacqueline remembers Sister Angel’s words and does her best to carry it.



She drags the cross through the streets of Copulatia. The task is difficult as the cross weighs on her shoulder. The stones that pave the road has sharp edges she never felt before, but she had never traversed the streets with bare feet before. And then there is the crowd. Even people she had considered friends yelled lewd and obscene remarks at her.



The guards a not shy about whipping Jacqueline when they thought she was not proceeding fast enough. The rough stone pavement tore at her feet. Jacqueline barely could lift the heavy cross. As she nears the city’s gate she tumbles to the ground.



A guard lifts the cross and orders her up. There was obviously a schedule that was to be kept though Jacqueline did not know what was and really was not motivated to keep it.

Once Jacqueline passed through the gate the stone pavement ended but it was no relief to Jacqueline. She carried the heavy cross on the gravel path. The guards grab a man to help her carry the cross.



He almost gently says “It is not much farther. And then this will be over.”

He doesn’t remind Jacqueline that the task of bearing the cross would be replaced by her being nailed to it…

 

[thehangingtree]

With considerable effort, Jacqueline made it to Reparation Hill. She is relieved of the cross that she carried there. She looks at the cross laying on the ground then up at the head soldier. With a faked boldness, she says “There seems to be schedule to keep. Shall we get on with this?”



He nods and a grope of soldiers drag her to the cross. Her glare does not leave the soldiers’ leader’s.



The coarse surface of the stipe rips at her bare back. Its annoyance is quickly forgotten as the spikes are driven through her wrist. Pain she could not imagine racks her body.



The soldiers place her feet one over the other on the stipe. She watches in pained confusion as the hammer swings and drives the spike through both feet and into the wood. The pain of shattering bones overwhelms her, but the spike keeps her feet secured to the cross as the following blows bury its shank deep into the wood.

Jacqueline is nailed to the cross. She looks at her wrist with a huge spike holding it to the beam.



She wonders ‘what have they done to me’ but her agony is about to become greater. The soldiers begin to lift the cross. In pained confusion, Jacqueline looks around not comprehending what they are doing to her.



When she is halfway raised her body begins to slide down the stipe. The scratching of the wood on her back is overwhelmed by the spike tugging on her arms. With a loud thump, the cross drops into its mount. Her body is stretched by the spikes she hangs from. The people below look up at the dazed woman.



One of the women asks “Is she dead already?”

The woman’s concern that Jacqueline had suffered a swift and merciful death is premature. Having spikes driven through her wrists and feet followed by the cross jolting to a stop in its mount had stunned her but had not killed her. She slowly raises her head and looks at the crowd beneath her.



Jacqueline has forgotten she hangs naked from the face of the cross before the crowd gawking at her. Slowly the reality comes to her. She looks at the people staring at her and groans “They are killing me… Please help me…”



Fascinated by Jacqueline’s crucifixion and held back by the soldiers, no one comes to her aid. Not that far from her cross, Adele, Desiree, and Genevieve marvel at the torment Jacqueline is suffering. Genevieve stares lustfully at the naked woman crucified before her. Desiree and Adele marvel at the torture Jacqueline suffers and wonder why they had not thought of crucifying women before this one.



They found it miraculous that a women could look so desirable hanging stretched between three spikes.

Jacqueline struggles to move herself to a comfortable position, never finding one.



It is not yet midmorning and Jacqueline will entertain the crowd for hours as she bakes under the rising sun…

 

[thehangingtree]

Jacqueline’s crucifixion is a slow, torturous execution. She hangs from the spikes driven through her wrists. Breathing is difficult as her wide-spread arms make it hard for her to inhale and the sun bakes her body nailed to the cross. Beneath her, the crowd has settled in gawking at her nude body grotesquely displayed to them. There appears to be no sympathy for her agony.



Even her friends seem enthralled by her suffering.

The pain is unending. The spikes in her wrists not only hold her arms back and up against the wood. Sweat runs down her body and attracts insects that lite and nibble at her flesh. There is nothing she can do about them with her arms secured where they are. The third spike holds her feet against the stipe. With her feet held by the spike, it is difficult for Jacqueline to hold her legs together. The broken bones in her feet along with the spike and its rough square shank makes it painful for her to raise her body to make taking a deep breath easier.

The only mercy shown Jacqueline is a semi-regular drink of water, administered with a sponge mounted on a pike.



It is not an act of kindness. From their experience crucifying men they knew a person crucified would become quiet after a few hours. Jacqueline, being the first woman they put on a cross, has drawn a large crowd and they did not want her to be a silent display. After hours crucified, she could still shout down at the crowd.



It is amazing how foul Jacqueline’s mouth could be this long crucified this long.

By midafternoon the amount of water Jacqueline had drank came to pay its price. She hangs her hips to the side of stipe and tries to cleanly relieve herself.



Most of her urine paints her legs and the crowd loudly lets her know they had seen her effort.

By late afternoon, Jacqueline hangs mostly motionless from the cross. She is incredibly hungry being last fed over a day before. The tortures are taking a toll on her body.



The sun lowers towards the horizon. She hangs still from the cross and prays death will take her to end the suffering she experiences.



Early evening, Tree comes to Copulatia to sell adult beverages to the people who would be there for the market day hanging of some unfortunate woman. Tree is not know for reading bills posted by the Triumvirate and is not aware he is grossly late for the woman’s crucifixion.

The town’s square is surprisingly empty. Tree looks around and sees an elderly lady. He says “I thought they were hanging a woman today.”

The lady replies “Didn’t you read the bills? They crucified the woman on Reparation Hill. She was crucified this morning but she might not be dead yet. She was still trashing about when I left. It was too hot up there for a woman of my age.”

Tree makes his way to Reparation Hill to find a still large crowd surrounding the crucified woman. They were held back by a group of armed soldiers. Tree noticed his vendor was doing a record business selling his booze. He worked his way towards the cross. As he got closer to the cross, he stared at the woman and quietly said “What the fuck?”

A man in cleric dress says “Tree, I am surprised you made it!”

Tree looks at the man and says “That’s Jacqueline L’amour.”

“Hmm, is that her name” The cleric asks. They just invited me to give her last rites. They never told me her name.”

“Reverend Longueprique, why is she on a cross” Tree demands.

“She was condemned to death and it was decided she should be done the same as the men” the cleric says.

“Damn, I have slept with her! We have to get her down” Tree exclaims.

“The soldiers will never let you” The cleric says. “She has been sentenced to death. Besides, even if you did get her down, she wouldn’t make it. She’s been on that thing since this morning” Reverend Longueprique says. He dabs his mouth and adds “She won’t suffer much longer. She will be off the cross before nightfall.”



And what the reverend said indeed came true- to a point. As the sun sets on the horizon, one of the soldiers takes his spear and rams it into Jacqueline’s back. Its metal tip tears out of her chest. He missed her heart but lanced her lung.



It took a few minutes for Jacqueline to die and her body was removed from the cross before darkness fell.

 

[Wragg]

“Reverend Longueprique

 

[mp5stab]

I suspect soon Adele, Desiree, and Genevieve will discover exactly what the cross does to a young woman. So happy that they have opened Pandora's box for us, and in the name of equality too!

 

[thehangingtree]

I suspect soon Adele, Desiree, and Genevieve will discover exactly what the cross does to a young woman. So happy that they have opened Pandora's box for us, and in the name of equality too!

Without giving too much away, Adele, Desiree, and Genevieve have certainly pissed someone off when they crucified Jacqueline!!!