King Lear - A Tragedy

[Davec5299]

Act VIII – Cordelia’s Prison Cell

He fell onto the girl with great lust,
And mauled her soft creamy bust.
He nibbled her neck,
And thought, ‘By heck,
My cock in her pussy I’ll thrust.’

‘Get off me you dirty rude swine.
You know you’re well over the line.
I won’t let you take me,
I won’t let you break me,
Your advance I most vehemently decline!’

Edmund placed his stiff cock on her lips.
As Cordelia gyrated her hips.
‘I won’t let you inside,
I’ve got far too much pride.’
She shouted as her throat Edmund grips.

‘I thought you might like to know,
When a girl's meaning ‘Yes’, she says, ‘No’.
Come on now, squeeze me.
You know how to please me.
You’re putting on quite a good show.’

‘You must be extremely afraid,
As tomorrow you’re going to be slayed.
So stop all this fighting,
We’ll soon be uniting,
And like it or not you’ll get laid.’

Edmund’s cock was quite slick with goo,
As it stroked her sweet pussy anew.
With a fast-pounding heart
He forced her soft lips apart
Until he felt it go through.

Cordelia screamed really quite loudly.
As Edmund grunting and groaned proudly.
He pushed it in deeper,
And endeavoured to keep her,
Impaled on his penis quite soundly.

He fucked her as deep as he could,
Until reluctantly she understood.
There was no escape
From this devilish rape.
And fighting would do her no good.

Yet still the girl struggled and fought.
As release from her attacker she sought.
‘Out, vile jelly,’ she screamed,
As her love hole was reamed.
But her efforts all came to nought.

With his balls her cunt he hard slapped.
While his hands around her pretty neck wrapped.
It was exciting to choke her,
At the same time as poke her.
And her breasts very prettily flapped.

Cordelia’s eyes were wide with fear.
As the brute’s mouth came close to her ear.
‘I hope you’re enjoying
This sweet simple toying.
I’ve only just started, my dear.’

Cordelia was close now to swooning,
As Edmund with her kept communing.
‘Your pussy’s quite tight,
And I think that I might,
Give it just a little fine tuning.’

At last Edmund released her sweet neck.
And gave her flushed cheek a quick peck.
He looked at her face,
And slowed down his pace,
His racing fast heartbeat to check.

 

[thehangingtree]

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Slade?

 

[Davec5299]

Slade?

Yes! Skweeze Me, Pleeze Me.

 

[Davec5299]

Act IX – Cordelia’s Prison Cell

He pushed his cock slowly in and out.
But left her in no kind of doubt.
That he was controlling
Their rocking and rolling,
‘Til the moment he was going to spout.

Cordelia’s pretty head slowly cleared.
And into the darkness she peered.
She fought against the ropes,
That stymied her hopes,
Of escape from the fate that she feared.

Edmund sucked on her lovely right teat,
And tasted her soft tender meat.
As his tongue circled her nipple,
He gave her a quick triple,
Of thrusts to a much faster beat.

The girl was quite readily perspiring,
And her body was gradually acquiring
A sheen of fresh sweat,
That made Edmund grow wet,
But was also for him quite inspiring.

He licked at the sweat on her breast,
Her face, her neck, and her chest.
It tasted of fear,
And to him it was clear,
The girl was completely distressed.

He smiled to himself as he pounded
Her pussy with violence unbounded.
He sensed her getting sore,
So he pummelled her more,
‘Til her agony was greatly compounded.

The girl had now ceased her resistance,
And come to terms with her current existence.
To be used by this devil,
Who clearly did revel,
In fucking her hard with persistence.

Edmund was getting close to the edge,
And soon would fall off the ledge.
He knew he was cumming,
The fat lady was humming,
So he made to himself a small pledge.

‘I’ll give her just one more last flurry,
Of fast deep strokes to make her worry.
With her cunt split so wide,
She’ll be torn up inside,
And filled with a stinking foul slurry.’

The poor girl Cordelia was now crying.
As Edmund to split her was trying.
He made the girl hurt,
With spurt after spurt,
Until she really thought she was dying.

Exhausted he lay down atop her.
As globs of cum dripped from his chopper.
It covered her thighs,
And to no great surprise,
Her wet, hairy crotch good and proper.

He raised himself up from her bed.
And let his cum drip on her head.
He’d never felt bolder
As he casually told her,
‘Tomorrow you’re going to be dead.’

Edmund wiped with a cloth his soft cock,
And put on his finest white smock.
He left the girl weeping.
With his cum slowly seeping,
From her cunt onto her tattered old frock.

 

[Davec5299]

Act X – Dover Castle Yard

Outside was the captain of the guard,
Who walked with Edmund to the yard.
‘The girl’s now yours to use.
But, you mustn’t abuse.
Her body must not be at all scarred.’

‘You can have five or six pleasant hours,
Fucking the pretty girl in the towers.
Use her like a whore,
Until her cunny’s red raw,
Then let her sleep with her flowers.’

‘I must now go get some dinner.
After all the time I’ve spent in her.
After that I’ll decide,
And to you I’ll confide,
How tomorrow we kill the vile sinner.’

On his way to his rooms which were near,
Edmund encountered a flustered King Lear.
‘I hear you have Cordelia,
And demand that you free her.
She remains to me very dear.’

‘You’re much too late, you old man.
Her sentence much earlier began.
Her death warrant is signed,
And it’s high time I dined,
So piss off home while you can.’

‘You uncouth, young bastard,’ Lear cried.
‘I demand to be by Cordelia’s side.
I am the King,
And I order you bring,
Me to her. I’ll not be defied!’

Edmund ignored old King Lear.
I left him with a withering sneer.
He wanted to eat,
Fresh bread and lean meat,
Washed down with a flagon of beer.

 

[Davec5299]

Act XI – Edmund’s Chambers at Dover Castle

Edmund entered his large room to dine,
On venison pie which was really fine.
He had to now think,
How into Hell she would sink.
Her death he had to design.

He could put her sweet head on the block.
That wouldn’t be much of a shock.
The axe would fall slickly,
And she would die quickly.
To such an event crowds may flock.

His thoughts went across the channel to France,
Where Cordelia had so loved to dance.
She could be beheaded
With the guillotine so dreaded.
That would his status enhance.

He could tie around her neck a rope noose.
He would actually make it quite loose.
She’d be slowly strangled,
As she beautifully dangled.
Yes, a wonderful sight she’d produce.

He pictured her long legs wildly kicking,
And found he was his lips licking.
She’d fight to the end,
Her life to extend,
And her mortal clock to keep ticking.

But her death must be a sweet blockbuster,
And none of these ideas passed muster.
‘I, I, I just haven’t got a clue
Whaaaaat to do!’
He said in bit of a fluster.

 

[Davec5299]

Act XII – Dover Castle Yard

He called for the captain of the guard.
And with wine they walked round the yard.
‘How did you do with the whore?’
He wished to explore,
If her beauty the soldiers had marred.

‘I went first while she was still tight,
And for me she was quite a delight.
She swore and she cussed,
But I wasn’t fussed,
And poked her well into the night.’

‘By now she’s had almost a score.
By the end it will be even more.
She’s lost most of her fire,
As she’s started to tire,
And her cunt has become really quite sore.’

‘The men I know have not scarred her,
Nor in any other way have they marred her.
A couple have slapped her,
As they’ve vigorously tapped her,
To make themselves cum even harder.’

‘A few men have cum on her face,
Her tits, or some other place.
But by and large,
All their discharge,
Has filled up her cunny at pace.’

The captain asked Edmund to tell
How the girl was to be sent to Hell.
‘I cannot decide,
But with you by my side
We can find an option that’s swell.’

‘I’ve been thinking,’ the Captain said.
‘And of all the past glories I’ve read.
The Romans ruled well,
For quite a long spell,
And filled their enemies with dread.’

‘They made execution spectacularly thrilling,
And for the Romans immensely fulfilling.
To nail on a cross,
To turn and to toss,
An enemy girl who needed killing.’

‘Their death could last many days,
And they’d suffer in lots of great ways.
I think we should nail her,
And maybe impale her,
And the people will all sing your praise.’

‘Do we have what we need,’ Edmund asks.
‘To make a great spectacle of these tasks.
I really like the idea,
But I have a slight fear,
Your enthusiasm some practicalities masks.’

‘The shipyards have all that we need, Sir.
And I’m sure that we can succeed, Sir.
They have timber and spikes,
And ropes and such likes,
If this way you wish to proceed, Sir.’

‘It is, my good man, it surely is!’
Edmund was now in quite a tizz.
‘On the cross she will die.
I cannot think why,
I have not thought myself of this.’

‘One last thing, Sir, if say so I might.
To add to the vile traitor’s plight,
The Romans would scourge
The girl to the verge
Of fainting, to the crowd’s great delight.’

‘In the harbour I’m sure there’s a ship,
That could supply a suitable whip.
A cat o’ nine tails will crack
Well on the whore’s slender back,
With a little lead weight in each tip.’

‘I like this a lot, my good friend.
The girl will meet a suitable end.
We now have a plan,
And tomorrow we can
A great day on the beach pleasantly spend.’

‘There will be cost to this, Sir.
Of me it would be remiss, Sir.
This will not come cheap,
If we are to heap,
Prolonged agony on the poor Miss, Sir.’

Edmund gave the captain a small purse.
‘I would not want your position to be adverse.
These silver coins will suffice,
To give you a profit that’s nice,
And your costs comprehensively reimburse.’

‘I’ll tell all the men to get prepared,
To arrange the spectacle that you’ve declared.
They have between them the skills,
To do it all with great frills,
And no small detail will be spared.’

‘Under Shakespeare Cliff she’ll be nailed.’
Edmund his plans now unveiled.
‘That will be very apt.’
He said as he clapped,
And with great excitement he exhaled.

‘On the morrow dress the girl in an old cape.
And make sure the front is agape.
Fit her in heavy chains,
So much so she strains,
Her dainty bare feet not to scrape.’

‘There’s no need to make the dirty whore clean.
Let the crowd all see where she’s been.
This is really exciting,
It’s certainly igniting
My passion for tomorrow’s big scene.’

‘Get her to the beach at shortly past ten.
And make double sure before then.
The whipping post is fixed steady,
and the cross is there ready,
To be erected when she’s nailed by your men.’

The captain nodded politely and stated,
‘It will all be done as you’ve dictated.
We will be there with the whore,
To settle this score,
At this spectacular event you’ve created.’

 

[gjpain]

Act XII – Dover Castle Yard

He called for the captain of the guard.
And with wine they walked round the yard.
‘How did you do with the whore?’
He wished to explore,
If her beauty the soldiers had marred.

‘I went first while she was still tight,
And for me she was quite a delight.
She swore and she cussed,
But I wasn’t fussed,
And poked her well into the night.’

‘By now she’s had almost a score.
By the end it will be even more.
She’s lost most of her fire,
As she’s started to tire,
And her cunt has become really quite sore.’

‘The men I know have not scarred her,
Nor in any other way have they marred her.
A couple have slapped her,
As they’ve vigorously tapped her,
To make themselves cum even harder.’

‘A few men have cum on her face,
Her tits, or some other place.
But by and large,
All their discharge,
Has filled up her cunny at pace.’

The captain asked Edmund to tell
How the girl was to be sent to Hell.
‘I cannot decide,
But with you by my side
We can find an option that’s swell.’

‘I’ve been thinking,’ the Captain said.
‘And of all the past glories I’ve read.
The Romans ruled well,
For quite a long spell,
And filled their enemies with dread.’

‘They made execution spectacularly thrilling,
And for the Romans immensely fulfilling.
To nail on a cross,
To turn and to toss,
An enemy girl who needed killing.’

‘Their death could last many days,
And they’d suffer in lots of great ways.
I think we should nail her,
And maybe impale her,
And the people will all sing your praise.’

‘Do we have what we need,’ Edmund asks.
‘To make a great spectacle of these tasks.
I really like the idea,
But I have a slight fear,
Your enthusiasm some practicalities masks.’

‘The shipyards have all that we need, Sir.
And I’m sure that we can succeed, Sir.
They have timber and spikes,
And ropes and such likes,
If this way you wish to proceed, Sir.’

‘It is, my good man, it surely is!’
Edmund was now in quite a tizz.
‘On the cross she will die.
I cannot think why,
I have not thought myself of this.’

‘One last thing, Sir, if say so I might.
To add to the vile traitor’s plight,
The Romans would scourge
The girl to the verge
Of fainting, to the crowd’s great delight.’

‘In the harbour I’m sure there’s a ship,
That could supply a suitable whip.
A cat o’ nine tails will crack
Well on the whore’s slender back,
With a little lead weight in each tip.’

‘I like this a lot, my good friend.
The girl will meet a suitable end.
We now have a plan,
And tomorrow we can
A great day on the beach pleasantly spend.’

‘There will be cost to this, Sir.
Of me it would be remiss, Sir.
This will not come cheap,
If we are to heap,
Prolonged agony on the poor Miss, Sir.’

Edmund gave the captain a small purse.
‘I would not want your position to be adverse.
These silver coins will suffice,
To give you a profit that’s nice,
And your costs comprehensively reimburse.’

‘I’ll tell all the men to get prepared,
To arrange the spectacle that you’ve declared.
They have between them the skills,
To do it all with great frills,
And no small detail will be spared.’

‘Under Shakespeare Cliff she’ll be nailed.’
Edmund his plans now unveiled.
‘That will be very apt.’
He said as he clapped,
And with great excitement he exhaled.

‘On the morrow dress the girl in an old cape.
And make sure the front is agape.
Fit her in heavy chains,
So much so she strains,
Her dainty bare feet not to scrape.’

‘There’s no need to make the dirty whore clean.
Let the crowd all see where she’s been.
This is really exciting,
It’s certainly igniting
My passion for tomorrow’s big scene.’

‘Get her to the beach at shortly past ten.
And make double sure before then.
The whipping post is fixed steady,
and the cross is there ready,
To be erected when she’s nailed by your men.’

The captain nodded politely and stated,
‘It will all be done as you’ve dictated.
We will be there with the whore,
To settle this score,
At this spectacular event you’ve created.’

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I have to admit, its the first time that I'm aroused by a poem

 

[Loinclothslave]

As cordelia’s sentence is dictated
The cruxforums crowd is placated
Don’t make her death quick
Because really we are quite sick
Our lust for blood on the cross satiated

 

[Davec5299]

********** Interval **********

It’s now time for the mid-play break.
Poor Cordelia’s life is at stake.
The house lights are up,
And it’s time to sup,
On orange juice or strawberry milkshake.

Catch your breath and adjust your dress,
Stretch your legs to get rid of distress.
Just take a second
To stretch your neck and
Relieve any lingering stress.

The interval music will make you calm,
Like a melodic and cool, soothing balm.
Listen to the song.
It cannot be wrong
To ogle lovely Virginie without a qualm.

When the curtain for the next Act rises,
You may be sure of a few more surprises.
We’ll be down at the beach,
The foul traitor to teach,
What tortures her execution comprises.

We are less than halfway in this tale,
And I hope that the story's not stale.
The crux is to come,
So bring out the rum,
And prepare for whip and for nail.

While you take this little repose,
May I please one small thing propose?
The December thermometer's low,
Please to the ‘Donate’ button go,
And if you can, help the site’s accounts close.

********** End of Interval **********

 

[Davec5299]

Act XIII – The beach below Shakespeare Cliff, Dover

The guards were on the beach before dawn,
Displaying toned muscles and brawn.
They were digging two holes,
On two sandy knolls,
Where three large oak timbers had been drawn.

The captain the largest post gripped.
‘This is the one where she’ll be whipped.
Plant it right over here,
Where the view will be clear
Of the flesh of her back getting ripped.’

From the other two timbers were made
A large cross of very high grade.
Where the two stout beams crossed
There was no strength at all lost
As five large spikes through them stayed.

‘The nails into her we will pound,
While the cross is still on the ground.
When her wrists are tight nailed,
And she’s screamed and she’s wailed,
We’ll plant the cross into this mound.’

As the sun in the East slowly rose,
The captain adjusted his hose.
Without a cloud in sky,
The gulls flew on by,
And the captain scratched his red nose.

‘It’s going to be real sweltering today,
For our climactic display.
I’m sure that she’ll suffer,
By the hands of that duffer
Edmund if he has his way.’

‘Surely you’re not getting feelings of pity,
For that little piece of cute titty?’
Asked one of the men.
‘Ah but then again,
She is unbelievably pretty!’

‘I have no opinion either way.
It’s just I wanted to say.
It’s not going to be good,
Up on that cross of wood.
For her crimes she’s sure gonna pay.’

‘I haven’t a clue what she’s done.
And gripes with her I have none.
But last night I knew,
She was a bloody good screw,
And fucking her was mighty good fun.’

‘She’s well out of your league, you fool.
You really are some kind of tool.
Get on with your digging.
Stop thinking of frigging,
Or I’ll send you away with a mule.’

The guards all laughed heartily and loud.
Of themselves they were really quite proud.
Last night they’d been Lords,
When they’d unsheathed their swords,
And into Cordelia they’d ploughed.

As the warm morning hours quickly passed,
The crowd grew larger quite fast.
Some stalls were set up,
Selling beer and wine by the cup,
So all could have a good blast.

 

[Davec5299]

Act XIV – Cordelia’s Prison Cell

The guards untied Cordelia from her bed,
And let her clear her thick head.
Then they grabbed her bare arms,
And rudely ogled her charms,
And out of her cell she was led.

They placed her in heavy iron shackles.
With lots of catcalls and cackles.
Then a dirty old cape,
Was used as a drape,
By the guards who acted like jackals.

‘You poor noble lady,’ one guard yelled.
As her arm in his grasp he held.
‘You’re nought but a whore,
Who always wants more,
And who like a rotten sewer they smelled.’

The guards pushed and pulled her around,
Until at last she fell to the ground.
‘Get up, dirty slut,
You’re so full of smut,
I wouldn’t fuck you like a hound.’

She felt totally nude and afraid,
At the rudeness of the remarks the guards made.
Her body was sore,
And the dirt that she bore,
Caused all of her strength to just fade.

Cordelia was finding it hard not to cry,
She felt as if her life had passed by.
The guards led her down,
From the castle to the town,
And onto the beach where she’d die.

 

[gjpain]

Poor Cordelia

 

[Davec5299]

Poor Cordelia

Yes, poor Cordelia is very sad.
And for her things look really bad.
We will soon see,
How bad it can be,
To star in a Crux play that's mad.

 

[Davec5299]

Act XV – The beach below Shakespeare Cliff, Dover

On the hot sunny beach the crowds got bigger,
And when they saw the girl, started to snigger.
Word had passed through the town,
Of what was going down,
Which for a huge party had been the trigger.

‘Die, vile traitor!’ They shouted loudly.
In the hot summer sun they became rowdy.
‘Look at that tart,
She’s no longer so smart.
In fact she’s looking quite dowdy.’

‘That dirty whore’s been fucking them all!’
Screamed a youth who wasn’t too tall.
‘She’s covered in cum.
She’s just disgusting scum,
Who went to fight for the Gaul.’

Edmund watched as the girl was dragged nearer,
And her condition became gradually clearer.
They removed her cape,
By the clasp at her nape,
And towards Edmund they firmly did steer her.

The girl’s breasts were quite dirty and bruised,
And her sex looked incredibly well used.
Her labia were red raw,
And tenderly sore,
And out of them globs of cum oozed.

Her beautiful face was still smeared,
Her smooth, soft cheeks had but disappeared.
With pale goo on her lips,
That from her chin soggily drips,
At the poor girl he gleefully sneered.

‘My dear, you look a frightful mess.
What you did last night I can’t guess.
You’re covered in cum,
I’m really struck dumb,
That you debauch yourself to such excess.’

‘Take her down to the sea to get clean.
Dunk her well where she can be seen.
Let the people all know,
That Cordelia’s so low,
That she needs to be washed in between.’

The guards led the nude girl to the shore,
Surrounded by men by the score.
Her shackles weighed her down,
And she wore a deep frown,
As the crowd insulted her some more.

Slowly into the sea she was hauled,
Up to her knees, then her waist, when she stalled.
She let out a wee,
While stood in the sea,
And the crowd more obscenities bawled.

To the seabed poor Cordelia fell down,
To the glee of the boys from the town.
She couldn’t get her breath,
And feared for her death.
Yes, she really thought she would drown.

The guards were laughing at the girl,
As the waves around her did swirl.
They waited a while,
Then pulled her head up with a smile,
As more abuse at her they did hurl.

In the chilly water the girl was soaked,
And her nipples from her breasts rudely poked.
They’d never been harder,
And invoked the crowd to regard her,
And more raucous comments provoked.

‘Just look at that whore’s slutty nips.
I’ve never seen such huge, vulgar tips.
She’s such a dirty tart,
I bet each day she’d start
With a fuck for her itchy cunt lips.’

The crowd were in an excitable mood,
And continued with comments so crude
That Cordelia blushed,
And felt totally crushed,
And stood in the sea quite subdued.

They dunked the girl down in the water,
And started the task for which they’d brought her.
They cleaned up her skin,
And her pussy therein,
To make her ready for slaughter.

They cleaned all the cum from her face,
From her legs and all over the place.
They were feeling quite pleased,
As her breasts they all squeezed,
Until of dirt there was left not a trace.

Calloused fingers probed deep into her snatch,
And pulled at the hairs of her thatch.
Cordelia whimpered in pain,
As again and again,
Jagged nails her sore tissue did scratch.

The captain came closer to call,
‘Get finished with her, you’ve had a ball.
Bring her out over here,
To the whipping post near,
And make sure that she doesn’t fall.’

The guards led the shackled girl across the beach,
Until where Edmund stood they did reach.
He regarded their captive,
Who looked now more attractive,
And said, ‘A lesson for you now I’ll teach.’

They removed her heavy shackles at last,
And walked her to the post that was vast.
‘This post is well equipped
For a traitor to be whipped.’
Cordelia looked at Edmund quite aghast.

‘You cannot do this to me, you swine.
You scoundrel, you think you’re so fine.
You’re nought but a bastard,
I could easily have mastered,
If the throne of Britain had been mine!’

Edmund showed Cordelia the cat o’ nine tails.
‘This whip to deliver pain never fails.
It will land on your back,
With a woosh and a crack,
Accompanied by your agonised wails.’

‘Each strand of strong, thin rope is made,
And each your soft skin will abrade.
With nine of these strands,
Each time the whip lands,
Your back will very slowly be flayed.’

‘Do you see on the tips these iron weights?
For you their presence dictates,
A harsh cut with each blow,
From which your royal blood will flow,
And unsufferable agony creates.’

‘You’ve gone very quiet, my dear.
I guess you’re immersed in your fear.
Tie her up to the post,
Soon we’ll all be engrossed
In the action. The time is here!’

 

[Davec5299]

Act XVI – The beach below Shakespeare Cliff, Dover

The crowd cheered for Edmund the great.
The entertainment today was first rate.
The people all headed
To see the girl’s back get shredded.
They wouldn’t have too long to wait.

The guards tied her hands up with rope.
While slyly her soft boobs did grope.
They felt the girl trembling,
She was really resembling,
Someone who’d now lost all hope.

Tears fell from her beautiful eyes,
Of lovely shape and wonderful size.
They tied her wrists to the post,
And the crowd made a toast
To the traitor’s forthcoming demise.

Cordelia stood at the post and now waited.
As the noise from the crowd just abated.
Edmund strode up to the girl,
And the cruel whip did unfurl.
He really did look quite elated.

He ran his hot fingers down her damp back.
It was well-toned; her skin was not slack.
It was free of pimples,
With two sexy dimples,
For the vicious cat to attack.

As if he were making a pass,
He patted her smooth, boyish ass.
He fingered her crack,
And gave her bum a sharp smack,
When he heard her expelling some gas.

He knew that her pale skin would show
The impact of each brutal blow.
The whip would cut deep,
And on her would heap,
Agony like she could not know.

How many strokes of the cat should she take,
Before her flesh and her will would just break?
He pondered alone,
The answer unknown,
How many times should the cat her back rake?

After her whipping he needed her strong.
He wanted her time on the cross to be long.
After she’s nailed she must dance,
The event to enhance,
And please this boisterous throng.

He gave the cat to the guard standing near.
And shouted out loud and clear.
‘Twelve lashes, well laid on.’
Edmund callously played on
The blood lust of those watching here.

The captain looked on quite aghast.
Twelve lashes the girl could not last.
Six would be tough,
And more than enough,
Or the traitor would die much too fast.

He was just a little relieved,
Because he quite firmly believed,
That his man with the whip
Had served on a ship
And with the cat great skill had achieved.

The guard ran his fingers down her spine,
And whispered ‘For now, you’re all mine,
I remember last night,
You were still nice and tight,
With your soft, velvet pussy so fine.’

He felt for the bones in her back.
Definition her body didn’t lack.
He counted her ribs,
Like a midwife counts cribs,
Then gave her cute ass a hard smack.

‘Fill your lungs right up full of air,
The first lash is hitting you there.’
He traced a line across her back,
Right where he’d attack,
So for great pain the girl could prepare.

Poor Cordelia’s head was in a whirl.
She’d never been beaten as a girl.
Her predicament was frightening,
And her throat was tightening,
As her hands into fists she did curl.

 

[Davec5299]

Act XVII – The beach below Shakespeare Cliff, Dover

The guard walked a few steps away,
And with his prized whip he did play.
He waved it around,
In the air and on the ground,
And from side to side he did sway.

The crowd were all chanting for lashes.
They were waiting for wheals and sore gashes.
With rivers of sweat,
Cordelia’s back was now wet,
And in her eyes she could see nightmarish flashes.

The guard pulled back his right arm,
As Cordelia could see with alarm.
The crowded raised a cheer,
That was well fuelled by beer,
And around the poor girl they did swarm.

The whip cut swiftly through the air,
Towards her twitching back that was bare.
It hit exactly within
The place on her skin
The guard said to her he would tear.

With a smack and a musket-shot crack,
Nine strands hit her trembling back.
Her mouth was agape,
Like a wild Borneo ape,
Who’d choked on a grisly snack.

A shower of sweat rose up high,
And her head jerked back with a cry.
Just a short moment later,
The suffering young traitor,
Felt nine tiny lead weights into her fly.

The crowd cheered louder than ever.
At the guard’s most wonderful endeavour.
‘One!’ they screamed all excited,
In a voice quite united,
All feeling exceptionally clever.

Edmund looked on at the scene with much glee,
For now he was as happy as can be.
He watched the girl’s skin
Grow stripes that were thin,
But soon were much easier to see.

Small dots of blood soon appeared,
Where the weights her tight skin had speared.
Edmund’s eyes were fixed well,
Where the girl’s skin did swell,
From the whip that had been so masterfully steered.

The stripes on the girl’s back grew thicker.
Like a million sharp points did they prick her.
They darkened and swelled,
But her blood they still held,
Until the next fearsome stroke came to lick her.

For Cordelia the pain of that stroke,
Her mind in darkness and horror did cloak.
She let out a loud moan,
And a deep, desperate groan,
As in her the terrors of Hell woke.

The guard looked on at her wheal,
And turned again on his heel.
The next stroke was now due,
And he already knew,
With which new bit of flesh he would deal.

The second stroke he made slightly slower,
And hit on her back a little lower.
Her sweat once again rose,
And she stood on her toes,
As the lash towards the post did throw her.

The crowd were completely enraptured.
Their unity not at all fractured.
‘Two,’ came the loud shout
‘And still she’s not out!’
The joy of the event was well captured.

Between each stroke the guard patiently waited,
Until the hubbub had slightly abated.
He wanted the sound,
Not to be drowned,
Of the whip on skin that was created.

After six vicious, hard strokes were applied,
The captain took the guard to one side.
‘I think it’ll be best,
If she has a short rest.’
Did the captain to Edmund confide.

 

[Davec5299]

Act XVIII – The beach below Shakespeare Cliff, Dover

‘It’s going very well, don’t you think?’
Said Edmund with a sly, furtive wink.
‘But it’s so bleedin’ hot,
I fear she will not,
Live much longer without a good drink.’

The captain approached the slumped girl.
And pulled up her head by a curl.
‘Fetch her a beaker of wine,
Diluted is fine.
Her mind must be in a whirl.’

He looked at her back very closely,
It was already damaged quite grossly.
Dozens of stripes crossed her skin,
And bloody trails did begin
To trickle down her ribs quite morosely.

While the poor girl was pulled to her feet
And given the wine, which was not neat.
The captain said lowly,
‘Let’s take this really slowly,
Because of this exceptional heat.’

The captain then thoughtfully said,
‘Throw pails of water over her head.’
Cordelia gasped
And the ropes firmly grasped.
‘We don’t yet want the bitch dead.’

‘When we’ve finished with the next six lashes,
Give her plenty of watery splashes.
Use cold water from the sea.
At least two pails or three,
Over her back with its cuts and its gashes.’

‘Then walk her slowly over to the cross,
Clearing a path through this drunken dross.
Lay her down on the wood,
Make sure she’s held good,
And spread her arms right across.’

With every swivel of his hip
The guard sent whistling his whip.
The girl cried out,
And the crowd did shout,
As more blood from the harsh cat did drip.

The six further strokes were delivered,
As the poor wretched girl clearly shivered.
By stroke number ten,
Everyone could see when,
Cordelia’s body uncontrollably quivered.

The final two lashes cut so deep.
That the tortured young girl could but weep.
Her mind was now shattered,
And nothing else mattered,
But her date with her God she should keep.

A shower of blood and sweat raised,
When the last lash into her blazed.
Her skin running in blood,
Over her bum like a flood,
Poor Cordelia with madness was crazed.

From her shoulders right down to her ass,
Her once lovely back was a mass,
Of bloody stripes and slashes,
Wheals, cuts and gashes,
Flaying the soft skin of the lass.

Pails of sea water were slowly poured,
Over her back, so heavily scored.
The salt entered her cuts,
Her scars and her ruts,
While her agonised cries were ignored.

While Cordelia continued to screech,
Ruddy water poured down to the beach,
The girl then hung slumped,
And silently dumped
Three turds the size of a leech.

When up to the post the captain plodded,
With his fingers he very gently prodded.
He thought he could see
Two ribs, maybe three,
And sagely and thoughtfully he nodded.

‘These wounds will not heal I can tell.
They will fester and send her to Hell.
It’s to be expected,
They will get badly infected.
She dies today, it’s just as well.’

 

[Davec5299]

Act XIX – The beach below Shakespeare Cliff, Dover

Cordelia was dragged to where the cross lay,
Her feet ploughing the sand all the way.
From the frying pan to the fire,
Her agony would soon be higher,
And reach its peak later today.

The guards lay her down on the oak,
Which the blood from her poor back did soak.
She winced and she cried,
As her wrists were tied,
To the cross piece, as the captain now spoke.

‘You, sit there on her tummy to keep her still.
And you hold her shoulders until,
Her wrists are well nailed,
And her cunt quite impaled,
On a rough wooden cock made with skill.’

Cordelia looked up with wet eyes,
At the beautifully clear pale blue skies.
The sun was high,
As noon was nigh,
And she gasped to the soldier guys.

‘Please help me, I’m in so much pain.
By back hurts, it’s driving me insane.
And it’s so bloody hot,
Get my breath I cannot.
My agony I just can’t contain.’

‘If you take me now back to my cell.
I can get my body more well.
I’ll fuck with you all,
Be you large or just small,
Until your lust I can quell.’

‘I’ll suck 'till hard are your beautiful cocks,
And make sure sex with me rocks.
I’ll use my sweet tongue,
Whether you’re old or you’re young,
I’ll be your chicken while you are my fox.’

The captain just laughed out loud,
And shouted out to the crowd.
‘Her legs she would spread,
And she’d give us all head,
If to escape her cross we allowed.’

Cordelia’s face turned a bright crimson hue,
And her neck and chest reddened too.
Her mind was awash,
With all sorts of weird tosh.
She was going quite mad now, she knew.

The crowd had now gathered quite close.
They wanted to see the girl get a dose,
Of torture and pain.
Their lust did not wane,
Their attitude really was quite gross.

The captain emptied a bag full of nails,
And lined them up on the sand like rails.
Then a large hammer he found,
And put that on the ground,
Next to the spikes and wooden pails.

He knelt down close by the girl’s face,
And noticed her heart beating at pace.
He saw her flushed skin go pale,
When he showed her the nail,
And its point across her right cheek did trace.

‘This spike is nine inches long,
Of cast iron it’s incredibly strong.
Your bones can’t resist,
When we nail through each wrist,
In front of this bloodthirsty throng.’

The girl was wide-eyed and sobbing,
Her head nervously bobbing.
She knew she’d remain
In incredible pain
With her young heart relentlessly throbbing.

He moved the long spike to her wrist.
And the tip to her skin lightly kissed.
The girl looked in horror,
At the sight now before her,
As he gave the sharp spike a full twist.

A guard held her arm really tight,
As Cordelia fought with all her might.
Her wrist was held steady,
As the captain made ready,
The nail with his hammer to smite.

The girl saw a bubble of blood,
And then heard a loud, frightful thud.
She arched up her spine,
So her tits looked divine,
As the hammer on the nail head did scud.

The girl shrieked with energy anew,
As the spike her slim wrist pierced through.
The bones were all shattered,
As the hammer again clattered,
Until the large head of the spike was flush true.

Her left wrist was soon nailed as well.
She was firmly under the cross’s dark spell.
The captain was back,
With another small sack.
What was in it was difficult to tell.

 

[Loinclothslave]

Of high school days I wish tell
Shakespeare now casts a potent spell
I never did ask
For the crux version past
And now I will reread the Bard from Hell…