Abraham
Guard
Eulalia’s Secret Crucifixion
When I read the story ‘Crucifixa’ of Eulalia, with illustrations of Ascanio, I got inspriration to write an own story. This story is completely different from the original and Eulalia was so kind to help me correct my English (I am Dutch) when I wrote this story. I re-used the pictures of Ascanio and parts of the original text of Eulalia.
Each day I will place a chapter in this threat.
Text with separate pictures and a PDF you can download with text and pictures integrated.
I hope you like it. It has cost me a lot of time to write it. And many thanks to Eulalia for her help to correct my English.
Here we go with the first and second chapter.
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Eulalia’s Secret Crucifixion Text by Abraham.
Inspired by Eulalia and all pictures are of Ascanio.
PROLOGUE
This story tells about my crucifixion. A secret crucifixion ….
Let me introduce myself: I am Eulalia, a Celtic Princess. My much older sister is the queen of my people. She married the Roman governor of this county. It is a bad marriage. He cheats her … with me.
I cheat him too. I really love him (and I think he loves me too). But I also love my people and they hate Rome. I secretly support the rebels in the forest.
CHAPTER 01 YESTERDAY
It all started after I had given him a good fuck. As I lay in his arms he told me that he'd found out that I support the rebels. As the Governor it is his duty to imprison me and then bring me to a court where I will be accused of rebellion against Rome.
The trial took place immediately, in the bedroom of the small palace somewhere in a country estate where we would have our love-sessions. The court existed of two people. My lover alias the prosecutor alias judge. And me the accused alias defence lawyer. We both together also formed the jury.
I was found guilty.
I knew the punishment for my crime of revolt against the authority of Rome.
The standard punishment is crucifixion. The Romans use crucifixion as an effective method to warn people not to rebel, therefore all crucifixions are in public.
But now, we both had a serious problem.
For him: It would be a scandal if the public were to hear about a secret love-affair between the Governor (him) and a rebellious Celtic Princess (me). And of course his wife (my sister) would go out of her mind. As queen loyal to Rome she even might inform the Senate in Rome.
For me: I had the prospect of being punished and humiliated in public by some tyrannical executioners in front of my own people as the standard procedure requires. And my sister hates me that much, she would demand a first class seat to witness it all.
We found the perfect solution for us both. I promised to fully cooperate in a more private crucifixion. A secret one. Just the two of us … him and me.
Next, we discussed the way of crucifixion.
My lover wanted the real thing. Not a simple crucifixion with some ropes and then I would be killed quick with a spear. My punishment should involve torture and bearing the cross to the execution-place. There the crucifixion would be with nails with a cornu mounted on the cross.
He insisted on using a cornu, because of my double game in bed with him. However he admitted to believing that I love him. (And I really do.)
I'd witnessed several crucifixions of women, but had never seen the use of a ‘cornu’ on such occasions. He explained that it is an erotic instrument the Romans sometimes use when a virgin is crucified. I supposed he meant a kind of dildo and I gave it thought.
Nailed on the cross I knew I would suffer horrible pains. Maybe a dildo I can sit on would lessen the strain in my limbs a bit. I doubted if a dildo could give me any fun, given the situation I would be in, but you can never know. Anyway, it would certainly give him a lot of fun to watch me experiencing it. A writhing girl on a cross can give such an erotic view…. Also for women in the crowd. I still get hot when I think of that beautiful redheaded crucifixa I watched a year ago! And (also important) if he wants it so much, I will grant it to my lover. The last thing I can do in my life will be to give him a show to remember for a lifetime!
I agreed.
One last agreement was made. After my death, the servants in the palace would inspect my corpse still nailed on the cross. He needed witnesses for Rome, if they wanted proof that I'd been punished properly for my crimes.
He would pay the servants enough money to keep their mouths shut. Then my body would disappear, so no one else (including my sister/his wife) would ever know what had happened. It sounded reasonable for me.
I agreed.
The negotiations ended with a (long) fuck before I was led to the dungeon beneath the palace.
So far history.
TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 2
When I read the story ‘Crucifixa’ of Eulalia, with illustrations of Ascanio, I got inspriration to write an own story. This story is completely different from the original and Eulalia was so kind to help me correct my English (I am Dutch) when I wrote this story. I re-used the pictures of Ascanio and parts of the original text of Eulalia.
Each day I will place a chapter in this threat.
Text with separate pictures and a PDF you can download with text and pictures integrated.
I hope you like it. It has cost me a lot of time to write it. And many thanks to Eulalia for her help to correct my English.
Here we go with the first and second chapter.
=============================================
Eulalia’s Secret Crucifixion Text by Abraham.
Inspired by Eulalia and all pictures are of Ascanio.
PROLOGUE
This story tells about my crucifixion. A secret crucifixion ….
Let me introduce myself: I am Eulalia, a Celtic Princess. My much older sister is the queen of my people. She married the Roman governor of this county. It is a bad marriage. He cheats her … with me.
I cheat him too. I really love him (and I think he loves me too). But I also love my people and they hate Rome. I secretly support the rebels in the forest.
CHAPTER 01 YESTERDAY
It all started after I had given him a good fuck. As I lay in his arms he told me that he'd found out that I support the rebels. As the Governor it is his duty to imprison me and then bring me to a court where I will be accused of rebellion against Rome.
The trial took place immediately, in the bedroom of the small palace somewhere in a country estate where we would have our love-sessions. The court existed of two people. My lover alias the prosecutor alias judge. And me the accused alias defence lawyer. We both together also formed the jury.
I was found guilty.
I knew the punishment for my crime of revolt against the authority of Rome.
The standard punishment is crucifixion. The Romans use crucifixion as an effective method to warn people not to rebel, therefore all crucifixions are in public.
But now, we both had a serious problem.
For him: It would be a scandal if the public were to hear about a secret love-affair between the Governor (him) and a rebellious Celtic Princess (me). And of course his wife (my sister) would go out of her mind. As queen loyal to Rome she even might inform the Senate in Rome.
For me: I had the prospect of being punished and humiliated in public by some tyrannical executioners in front of my own people as the standard procedure requires. And my sister hates me that much, she would demand a first class seat to witness it all.
We found the perfect solution for us both. I promised to fully cooperate in a more private crucifixion. A secret one. Just the two of us … him and me.
Next, we discussed the way of crucifixion.
My lover wanted the real thing. Not a simple crucifixion with some ropes and then I would be killed quick with a spear. My punishment should involve torture and bearing the cross to the execution-place. There the crucifixion would be with nails with a cornu mounted on the cross.
He insisted on using a cornu, because of my double game in bed with him. However he admitted to believing that I love him. (And I really do.)
I'd witnessed several crucifixions of women, but had never seen the use of a ‘cornu’ on such occasions. He explained that it is an erotic instrument the Romans sometimes use when a virgin is crucified. I supposed he meant a kind of dildo and I gave it thought.
Nailed on the cross I knew I would suffer horrible pains. Maybe a dildo I can sit on would lessen the strain in my limbs a bit. I doubted if a dildo could give me any fun, given the situation I would be in, but you can never know. Anyway, it would certainly give him a lot of fun to watch me experiencing it. A writhing girl on a cross can give such an erotic view…. Also for women in the crowd. I still get hot when I think of that beautiful redheaded crucifixa I watched a year ago! And (also important) if he wants it so much, I will grant it to my lover. The last thing I can do in my life will be to give him a show to remember for a lifetime!
I agreed.
One last agreement was made. After my death, the servants in the palace would inspect my corpse still nailed on the cross. He needed witnesses for Rome, if they wanted proof that I'd been punished properly for my crimes.
He would pay the servants enough money to keep their mouths shut. Then my body would disappear, so no one else (including my sister/his wife) would ever know what had happened. It sounded reasonable for me.
I agreed.
The negotiations ended with a (long) fuck before I was led to the dungeon beneath the palace.
So far history.
TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 2