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piraland

Governor
A lovely write up! But I must issue a retraction! When I told you to look in Jucundus’s thread to get some idea of what I look like, I didn’t specify which image! Those first two images are lovely, but not me. I told you to check out that thread, because I had given him a model of me to play around with after the first couple of pages.
Sorry for the picture, but there is still time for you to post one that would be more appropriate!
 

Fossy

Tribune
Charlotte knew that her time was close. Did she care? Had the constant rape and degradation of her nubile body taken all of the emotion away from her? She knew that she would be taken again whenever the guards wished, but in this fleetingly pensive moment Charlotte thought about Fossy. Was this all his doing? He had, after all encouraged her, so called, lascivious behaviour, and overseen her subsequent arrest. Was this his finale, his piece de resistance for her? Charlotte had been Fossy's muse for a long time and she knew him well. The more she thought about it, the more she became convinced that her impending torture and execution was simply the latest, and final, act that would enable her to inspire his depraved, perverted and lust-fuelled creativity. The thought both excited and terrified her ...
 

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piraland

Governor
Tomorrow is the weekend and we expect even more people in town!

It must be said that the show is of quality!

Crucifixions so far have been flawless, and both the crucified and their tormentors have been worthy of their remarkable Roman predecessors.

Thirteen crucifixions have already taken place and this will therefore continue until the prison is emptied of all occupants.

It promises a great show until the end of the month.

For the convicts who are waiting their turn, the days are long and the nights interminable, especially since the "rape" regime reserved for them by the guards is permanent and nonetheless very painful for them who wait in the anteroom of death.

On the top of the hill, deaths now follow one another fairly regularly!

The first four were followed quite closely by Starbuckslut who died uttering a last cry of pleasure as she had wished!

The next one was Gabriella who, very marked by her cruel flogging, could not fight very long on her cross!

As bizarre as it may sound, Fat slave girl also left us without a cry, her heart must have let go and of course her neighbor Roberta quickly joined her!
Her friend having left, she surely had to give up fighting against her cross and hurried to die so that they could continue their discussion in the hereafter!

Beate, she still struggles but her desperate fight should not last very long because she already wears the mask of death on her face.

Piraland is also weakening by the hour despite his drugged penis still erect!

Nicole looks disappointed because her executioner refused to give her the extra torture she asked for!
She has gone through a few orgasms but the pains that her cross gives her are continuous but rather without surprises and do not allow her to have that click which allows her to transform her suffering into pleasure!

Monica, it's the opposite, she can't stop cumming on her cross!
Everything is happening in his head and the looks of the crowd who contemplate his naked body send him nonstop to 7th heaven!

Mp5, the latest arrival is still looking for a comfortable position on her cross and her terribly erotic dance provoked by her movements enchants the audience.

The crosses have therefore already killed eight people and do not intend to stop there!

All will suffer the same fate, there will be no mercy and the public knows it! It is there for that and waits impatiently for the continuation of events.
 

Fossy

Tribune
Tomorrow is the weekend and we expect even more people in town!

It must be said that the show is of quality!

Crucifixions so far have been flawless, and both the crucified and their tormentors have been worthy of their remarkable Roman predecessors.

Thirteen crucifixions have already taken place and this will therefore continue until the prison is emptied of all occupants.

It promises a great show until the end of the month.

For the convicts who are waiting their turn, the days are long and the nights interminable, especially since the "rape" regime reserved for them by the guards is permanent and nonetheless very painful for them who wait in the anteroom of death.

On the top of the hill, deaths now follow one another fairly regularly!

The first four were followed quite closely by Starbuckslut who died uttering a last cry of pleasure as she had wished!

The next one was Gabriella who, very marked by her cruel flogging, could not fight very long on her cross!

As bizarre as it may sound, Fat slave girl also left us without a cry, her heart must have let go and of course her neighbor Roberta quickly joined her!
Her friend having left, she surely had to give up fighting against her cross and hurried to die so that they could continue their discussion in the hereafter!

Beate, she still struggles but her desperate fight should not last very long because she already wears the mask of death on her face.

Piraland is also weakening by the hour despite his drugged penis still erect!

Nicole looks disappointed because her executioner refused to give her the extra torture she asked for!
She has gone through a few orgasms but the pains that her cross gives her are continuous but rather without surprises and do not allow her to have that click which allows her to transform her suffering into pleasure!

Monica, it's the opposite, she can't stop cumming on her cross!
Everything is happening in his head and the looks of the crowd who contemplate his naked body send him nonstop to 7th heaven!

Mp5, the latest arrival is still looking for a comfortable position on her cross and her terribly erotic dance provoked by her movements enchants the audience.

The crosses have therefore already killed eight people and do not intend to stop there!

All will suffer the same fate, there will be no mercy and the public knows it! It is there for that and waits impatiently for the continuation of events.
Thanks for the summary @piraland. Wonderful reminder of the horror and the ecstasy!
 

Loxuru

Graf von Kreuzigung
Mp5 is the 'chosen one' on Friday 13th!
During the day, we get news from the crucifixion site. The number of deaths is increasing!

Generally, death follows after 4-5 days. Or only after 4-5 days.

"Tonight, special Friday 13th party!" the guards announce!

I bet it does not make a difference for them! Tomorrow, 'Saturday night fever' will probably be a reason for a 'special party', Sunday, will be to observe 'Sunday', and Monday most likely to celebrate the start of the second half of the month.

After all, at the end of the month, the guard's daily fun will be over too, and they will have to wait until death row starts filling again! So, it is understandable that they seize the opportunity as long as they can!

Damn! What is wrong with me? I am getting empathic towards these vicious guards? Am I seized by the Stockholm Syndrome? I want, no, I request a psychotherapist! Preferably, a sexy lady!
 

piraland

Governor
Saturday November 14: The doctor

The doctor is very well known throughout Cruxistan!

He has always had a large clientele and people came to consult him from all over the country.

Everything was going well for him until indiscretions put the tip to the ear to the justice which investigated illico presto and it was necessary to face the evidence, for a very long time he practiced the terminations of pregnancy, unforgivable crime in Cruxistan.

It is therefore two, the doctor and Ed his assistant and accomplices that they were sentenced and will be executed on November 14.

As an assistant, Ed older than the doctor is also her lover and has been granted by the highest authorities in the country for services rendered permission to be crucified together on the same cross.

It is therefore two naked men who have just passed the prison door to begin their long journey until their death.

They will therefore face all the stages together until their crucifixion and death.

They are both brought to a single torture pole and snuggle up against each other as their two tormentors begin their flogging!

The blows are very hard and the marks left by the whip are deep!

They scream in the heart but nothing stops the executors who give it to their hearts content until the end.

The two men are collapsed on the ground and the executioners tie the patibulum of their single cross on the shoulders of the doctor!

Ed who has always been his assistant will also assist him on the climb to the top of the hill.

Freed from his burden, the doctor is placed directly on the cross on the ground and is immediately nailed in the usual pain that all crucified people feel!

One of the executioners then gives Ed a syringe in order to make an injection into the doctor's penis!

Afterward, he forces him to suck him until the now drugged cock reaches a respectable size and stiffness.

They let him continue his fellatio until the doctor cums in his mouth and then raise the cross.

The doctor, in certain suffering, is therefore upright waiting for his assistant and lover to come and join him!

Mounted on a small platform, the executioners therefore begin this second nailing!

Ed is nailed with his back against the doctor whose penis still in great shape is brought to his anus and penetrates it.

In this position, Ed is nailed down equally with the feet on both sides of the stipe.

Their movements are jerky and Ed's cock is also erect!

The position shouldn't be very comfortable but it seems to satisfy them because after a while their pleasure overwhelms them and Ed goes for a spectacular ejaculation.

From his anus, although the Doctor's cock is still deep in it, a whitish streak begins to flow proving that Ed wasn't the only one to ejaculate.

They will therefore die united!

How long will it take, I don't know, but I can see that their breathing already seems to be difficult after barely an hour on their cross. It doesn't bode well for them.

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Fossy

Tribune
Saturday November 14: The doctor

The doctor is very well known throughout Cruxistan!

He has always had a large clientele and people came to consult him from all over the country.

Everything was going well for him until indiscretions put the tip to the ear to the justice which investigated illico presto and it was necessary to face the evidence, for a very long time he practiced the terminations of pregnancy, unforgivable crime in Cruxistan.

It is therefore two, the doctor and Ed his assistant and accomplices that they were sentenced and will be executed on November 14.

As an assistant, Ed older than the doctor is also her lover and has been granted by the highest authorities in the country for services rendered permission to be crucified together on the same cross.

It is therefore two naked men who have just passed the prison door to begin their long journey until their death.

They will therefore face all the stages together until their crucifixion and death.

They are both brought to a single torture pole and snuggle up against each other as their two tormentors begin their flogging!

The blows are very hard and the marks left by the whip are deep!

They scream in the heart but nothing stops the executors who give it to their hearts content until the end.

The two men are collapsed on the ground and the executioners tie the patibulum of their single cross on the shoulders of the doctor!

Ed who has always been his assistant will also assist him on the climb to the top of the hill.

Freed from his burden, the doctor is placed directly on the cross on the ground and is immediately nailed in the usual pain that all crucified people feel!

One of the executioners then gives Ed a syringe in order to make an injection into the doctor's penis!

Afterward, he forces him to suck him until the now drugged cock reaches a respectable size and stiffness.

They let him continue his fellatio until the doctor cums in his mouth and then raise the cross.

The doctor, in certain suffering, is therefore upright waiting for his assistant and lover to come and join him!

Mounted on a small platform, the executioners therefore begin this second nailing!

Ed is nailed with his back against the doctor whose penis still in great shape is brought to his anus and penetrates it.

In this position, Ed is nailed down equally with the feet on both sides of the stipe.

Their movements are jerky and Ed's cock is also erect!

The position shouldn't be very comfortable but it seems to satisfy them because after a while their pleasure overwhelms them and Ed goes for a spectacular ejaculation.

From his anus, although the Doctor's cock is still deep in it, a whitish streak begins to flow proving that Ed wasn't the only one to ejaculate.

They will therefore die united!

How long will it take, I don't know, but I can see that their breathing already seems to be difficult after barely an hour on their cross. It doesn't bode well for them.

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A human sedile for Ed and one final ejaculation for the Doctor ... a unique and special crucifixion and one that will delight the influx of weekend tourists who are already swelling the audience around the hills in Cruxistan.
 

Loxuru

Graf von Kreuzigung
The surprise of the day was that, this morning, two condemned were taken a way : The Doctor and his friend Ed. I already figured, there were more than thirty here!

A guard announced that they would be nailed both to a single cross!. They would suffer together on it! Only in Cruxistan, they can come up with such weird ideas! The special show would attract tourists during the weekend, making good sales for vendors around the crucifixion site! Cruxistan always minds its economy!

Some of the condemend comment that they find the prospect of being nailed on one cross together with a loved one, very attractive. But honestly, I think it must be very uncomfortable!

Nevertheless I hope that The Doctor and Ed will experience the more pleasant side of their joint crucifixion.

But somehow, it is not fair towards Piraland and his wife Monica. I don't know if they would have enjoyed such a paired crucifixion, but they have even not been given the opportunity to get crucified on the same day! No, they even were executed with a separation of two days and not next to each other!
 

Fossy

Tribune
Charlotte’s time inside this hell hole had been horrifying, but somehow today had been the worst of the days. Her body had been used repeatedly; orally, anally and deep between her red, sore and swollen thighs. The Guards had been queuing up to take her with a desperate lust that she had not seen before. And so, she knew, Charlotte knew, that her time was nigh. Soon, maybe even once the dawn rose on a new day, she would be taken to her death. A blissful release from this torture? Yes, for sure, but she did not want to die … she was too young and had so many things still to do.

“Get up bitch, you still have a job to do.”

Exhausted, aching and weary, Charlotte groaned and began the painful act of getting onto her knees to face what she knew would be yet another erect, dripping cock.
 

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piraland

Governor
Poor Charlotte!
Having to bow to the sexual desires of these brute guardians!
Isn't that better than the death that awaits you on a cross where you will be nailed naked in front of the crowd!
Your turn will come, your turn is drawing near, you will not escape it.
Patience.
 

piraland

Governor
As the victims of the next two executions, Charlotte and Peony, were Fossy's muses, he took it upon himself to describe their journey!
I thank him and gladly send you his writings.


Sunday November 15th : Charlotte

The scourging of Charlotte


Charlotte had waited in this hell hole for almost two weeks. Fourteen days watching prisoners taken to their deaths, fourteen days to anticipate her own execution. That it would be excruciatingly painful was beyond doubt, but exactly how painful was that?

She was dragged from the cell to a place in the courtyard where officials and a baying audience were waiting. Already naked, there was no need to strip her, and so Charlotte was quickly forced to her knees, at the short post. Her thighs were spread around the rough-hewn wood, and her wrists manacled to the sides. Other ropes were tied about her legs and run through bolts on the floor, securing the bound, beautiful girl into position.

Unlike many of the victims that had gone before her, Charlotte did not relish this, not at all. She still had life to live, but here she was being forced to die! The constant abuse at the hands of the cell guards had taken the fight from her, and so all she said once her position had been secured, was a whispered, “Please.”

The Official nodded, and a pair of guards took up positions beside the condemned girl. Each was holding a short whip with several leather thongs extending from the handle, knotted at the ends. At a signal they began systematically whipping both sides of Charlotte’s body, as the obligatory scourging began.

Watching her cell mates being dragged away and hearing their screams had not prepared her for the reality of being savagely flogged by two strong soldiers using the most vicious whip ever invented. The pain was incredible, literally taking away her breath between screams. She lost consciousness at one point and had to be revived with salts, but not a stroke was deducted from the full complement required by the Government Officials. When it ended an eternity later, Charlotte was choking and sobbing, her head drooping with exhaustion, saliva dripping from her mouth. When she looked at herself, she seemed to be bathed in blood. It seeped from innumerable welts and slashes, dripping off her beaten body to the floor, spreading over the darker blood of her predecessors.

She was so lost in residual pain that she hardly noticed when the ropes on her ankles went slack causing her to fall to onto her hands and knees before collapsing onto the dusty ground. But once the guards had regained their breath, Charlotte was dragged away … now it was truly time.

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The Crucifixion of Charlotte


Once outside the courtyard they put a cup to her lips and let her drink. Charlotte sucked greedily at the cool water, surprised at the severity of her thirst. As she drank, another Official approached with a heavy wooden beam almost as long as she was tall. He laid it across two wooden blocks to keep it sufficiently off the ground. The Officers waited until Charlotte had drained the cup, then grabbed her arms and ankles, toppled her backwards on to the plank, stretched out her arms along the beam and immediately began to lash them in place with narrow leather straps at the hands, wrists, forearms, upper arms and shoulders.

The poor girl cried and whimpered as splinters from the plank stabbed into her bruised and lacerated shoulders. They paid no heed.

Another Officer arrived with a wooden sign. He showed it to her. There were letters painted crudely on the board and two holes on the upper side where a wire could be threaded to hang it. Laughing he waited for her to read the word.

“WHORE” was what it said, a reflection no doubt of her tenuously warranted arrest for lascivious behaviour in public.

The other Officers laughed as they cinched the straps tight around her limbs.

"Not the way we usually do it," he went on, "we'd hang this thing around your neck. But that would hide them beautiful tits, so I got a better idea."

He opened up his right hand and produced a thick needle strung with a thin wire. He threw a leg over her body as though mounting a horse and sat heavily on her mid-section, making her cry from the pain of her injured body grating hard against the plank.

Like a lover, he milked Charlotte’s left nipple gently a number of times, making it stiffen, then, pinching hard, pulled the teat up taut and slowly drove the point of the needle through its tenderest part.

Charlotte screamed, but with her arms pinned and the heavy soldier sitting on her belly she was helpless. He drew the thread through the hole he'd created and repeated the same painful procedure on the right nipple. With the cord drawn through both nipples, he finished the job by threading the ends through the holes in the sign and tying it off.

"She's ready now, boys!" he said jauntily, and dismounted, making sure to push down on her as he did so to give her one last painful grind against the plank.

"Come on, bitch!" The voice churlish now. "You don't want to keep your audience waiting. They're looking forward to a good show."

Charlotte stumbled forward, her knees trembling under the weight of the cross-beam strapped to her delicate form. As they reached the road her heart sank. It was lined with spectators ogling her naked body, pointing, laughing, making loud obscene remarks. She had never imagined such humiliation, such a feeling of shame.

Then they came to the first cross erected beside the road. She nearly fainted at the sight. It was the first time she'd seen an actual crucifixion. The first prisoner to be strung up, hung from nails driven through her wrists, was Messaline. Charlotte had hardly spoken with her before she was torn away from them. She was long dead, but her rotting corpse, eyes picked away by the crows, remained on view. This would be her in another few days time. The nausea rose from her stomach.

"Get moving stupid bitch!”

Her legs trembling, Charlotte forced herself to keep walking, too weak now to avoid the rocks bloodying her feet. However, it seemed all too soon by the time they arrived at the stipes, laid flat but waiting to be erected, like a fatalistic lover waiting to consume her naked and beaten body.

With a lewd grin a guard ripped the wire-cord from the sign through her nipples, delighted with the scream it produced, and the blood that oozed from her poor breasts. Another soldier picked up the sign and nailed it to the top of the upright above the cross-beam notch.

The leather straps holding her arms to the beam were removed and the beam was lifted away from her. The relief was immense and Charlotte even had a few moments to kneed her sore shoulders as they nailed the beam into the notch.

When they were satisfied it was secure, they grabbed her by the arms and, gripping her firmly, they forced her to straddle the tree and quickly laid her down on its crude surface where the many splinters dug into the wounds on her back. Charlotte cried out from the pain as they stretched out her arms on the beam once more, holding them in position

A third Officer appeared with nails and a hammer. Charlotte closed her eyes and clenched her teeth, trying to steel herself to what was coming. She felt the point of the nail in her right wrist, then the terrible pain as it was hammered through the wrist and into the beam.

“Ahhhhhhh, nooooooooo!” She cried out pitifully.

After bending the nail over to make sure she could not pull herself off it, the Officer moved to her left wrist and did the same.

The two Officers who had held down her arms now grabbed her legs, spread them apart and pulled her body down the splintery pole as far as her nailed hands would allow. The man with the hammer laid a spike against the slit of her sex and tapped it with the hammer to anchor it in the wood. The other two pushed her body painfully back up the tree trunk a little. The spike was then moved up the tree by the width of three fingers and driven into the tree at an upward angle. It would become a kind of sharp sedile digging into her most tender flesh and giving her partial support.

The soldiers holding her legs then placed the right heel over the left heel about three handbreadths below the nail so that her legs were bent and the knees spread wide apart. The point of another long nail was then driven through both heels into the post and bent over.

“Fuuucckkkkkkk. Agrrghhhhhhhhhhh!” The cry came.

The pain was excruciating, but nothing compared to what came next as they raised the cross to vertical and dropped it into the hole, packing dirt in around it to keep it firm.

A cheer went up from the crowd at the sight. With her knees splayed wide, Charlotte’s sex was on grotesque display and pain she had never believed physically possible blazed through her body.

She was not hanging entirely from the nails in her wrists as she had expected; some of her weight was pressed into the end of the spike they had placed beneath her crotch. The pain from her wrists was extreme, but the crotch nail soon began to compete.

Very soon Charlotte found it was hard to exhale because of the way her body pulled on her arms. She seemed to be suffocating. For a few moments she thought that would be a good way to end all this: just let herself asphyxiate. But her body would not allow it, any more than it would allow us to strangle ourselves with our own hands.

Involuntarily, she responded to imminent smothering by pulling on her wrists and pushing on her ankles. The agony produced by that manoeuvre was beyond belief, but she couldn't stop herself, much to the continued enjoyment of the blood and lust hungry crowd. As soon as Charlotte was able to breathe again, she let herself back down on to the crotch nail. And the cycle of smothering and torture began once more.

Her audience loved it as she alternated between the two agonies, groaning and crying out. Going up, going down. Charlotte prayed desperately that she would die quickly, appealing to every god she could think of … but none, it seemed, were coming to her rescue.

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nicole

Governor
As the victims of the next two executions, Charlotte and Peony, were Fossy's muses, he took it upon himself to describe their journey!
I thank him and gladly send you his writings.


Sunday November 15th : Charlotte

The scourging of Charlotte


Charlotte had waited in this hell hole for almost two weeks. Fourteen days watching prisoners taken to their deaths, fourteen days to anticipate her own execution. That it would be excruciatingly painful was beyond doubt, but exactly how painful was that?

She was dragged from the cell to a place in the courtyard where officials and a baying audience were waiting. Already naked, there was no need to strip her, and so Charlotte was quickly forced to her knees, at the short post. Her thighs were spread around the rough-hewn wood, and her wrists manacled to the sides. Other ropes were tied about her legs and run through bolts on the floor, securing the bound, beautiful girl into position.

Unlike many of the victims that had gone before her, Charlotte did not relish this, not at all. She still had life to live, but here she was being forced to die! The constant abuse at the hands of the cell guards had taken the fight from her, and so all she said once her position had been secured, was a whispered, “Please.”

The Official nodded, and a pair of guards took up positions beside the condemned girl. Each was holding a short whip with several leather thongs extending from the handle, knotted at the ends. At a signal they began systematically whipping both sides of Charlotte’s body, as the obligatory scourging began.

Watching her cell mates being dragged away and hearing their screams had not prepared her for the reality of being savagely flogged by two strong soldiers using the most vicious whip ever invented. The pain was incredible, literally taking away her breath between screams. She lost consciousness at one point and had to be revived with salts, but not a stroke was deducted from the full complement required by the Government Officials. When it ended an eternity later, Charlotte was choking and sobbing, her head drooping with exhaustion, saliva dripping from her mouth. When she looked at herself, she seemed to be bathed in blood. It seeped from innumerable welts and slashes, dripping off her beaten body to the floor, spreading over the darker blood of her predecessors.

She was so lost in residual pain that she hardly noticed when the ropes on her ankles went slack causing her to fall to onto her hands and knees before collapsing onto the dusty ground. But once the guards had regained their breath, Charlotte was dragged away … now it was truly time.

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The Crucifixion of Charlotte


Once outside the courtyard they put a cup to her lips and let her drink. Charlotte sucked greedily at the cool water, surprised at the severity of her thirst. As she drank, another Official approached with a heavy wooden beam almost as long as she was tall. He laid it across two wooden blocks to keep it sufficiently off the ground. The Officers waited until Charlotte had drained the cup, then grabbed her arms and ankles, toppled her backwards on to the plank, stretched out her arms along the beam and immediately began to lash them in place with narrow leather straps at the hands, wrists, forearms, upper arms and shoulders.

The poor girl cried and whimpered as splinters from the plank stabbed into her bruised and lacerated shoulders. They paid no heed.

Another Officer arrived with a wooden sign. He showed it to her. There were letters painted crudely on the board and two holes on the upper side where a wire could be threaded to hang it. Laughing he waited for her to read the word.

“WHORE” was what it said, a reflection no doubt of her tenuously warranted arrest for lascivious behaviour in public.

The other Officers laughed as they cinched the straps tight around her limbs.

"Not the way we usually do it," he went on, "we'd hang this thing around your neck. But that would hide them beautiful tits, so I got a better idea."

He opened up his right hand and produced a thick needle strung with a thin wire. He threw a leg over her body as though mounting a horse and sat heavily on her mid-section, making her cry from the pain of her injured body grating hard against the plank.

Like a lover, he milked Charlotte’s left nipple gently a number of times, making it stiffen, then, pinching hard, pulled the teat up taut and slowly drove the point of the needle through its tenderest part.

Charlotte screamed, but with her arms pinned and the heavy soldier sitting on her belly she was helpless. He drew the thread through the hole he'd created and repeated the same painful procedure on the right nipple. With the cord drawn through both nipples, he finished the job by threading the ends through the holes in the sign and tying it off.

"She's ready now, boys!" he said jauntily, and dismounted, making sure to push down on her as he did so to give her one last painful grind against the plank.

"Come on, bitch!" The voice churlish now. "You don't want to keep your audience waiting. They're looking forward to a good show."

Charlotte stumbled forward, her knees trembling under the weight of the cross-beam strapped to her delicate form. As they reached the road her heart sank. It was lined with spectators ogling her naked body, pointing, laughing, making loud obscene remarks. She had never imagined such humiliation, such a feeling of shame.

Then they came to the first cross erected beside the road. She nearly fainted at the sight. It was the first time she'd seen an actual crucifixion. The first prisoner to be strung up, hung from nails driven through her wrists, was Messaline. Charlotte had hardly spoken with her before she was torn away from them. She was long dead, but her rotting corpse, eyes picked away by the crows, remained on view. This would be her in another few days time. The nausea rose from her stomach.

"Get moving stupid bitch!”

Her legs trembling, Charlotte forced herself to keep walking, too weak now to avoid the rocks bloodying her feet. However, it seemed all too soon by the time they arrived at the stipes, laid flat but waiting to be erected, like a fatalistic lover waiting to consume her naked and beaten body.

With a lewd grin a guard ripped the wire-cord from the sign through her nipples, delighted with the scream it produced, and the blood that oozed from her poor breasts. Another soldier picked up the sign and nailed it to the top of the upright above the cross-beam notch.

The leather straps holding her arms to the beam were removed and the beam was lifted away from her. The relief was immense and Charlotte even had a few moments to kneed her sore shoulders as they nailed the beam into the notch.

When they were satisfied it was secure, they grabbed her by the arms and, gripping her firmly, they forced her to straddle the tree and quickly laid her down on its crude surface where the many splinters dug into the wounds on her back. Charlotte cried out from the pain as they stretched out her arms on the beam once more, holding them in position

A third Officer appeared with nails and a hammer. Charlotte closed her eyes and clenched her teeth, trying to steel herself to what was coming. She felt the point of the nail in her right wrist, then the terrible pain as it was hammered through the wrist and into the beam.

“Ahhhhhhh, nooooooooo!” She cried out pitifully.

After bending the nail over to make sure she could not pull herself off it, the Officer moved to her left wrist and did the same.

The two Officers who had held down her arms now grabbed her legs, spread them apart and pulled her body down the splintery pole as far as her nailed hands would allow. The man with the hammer laid a spike against the slit of her sex and tapped it with the hammer to anchor it in the wood. The other two pushed her body painfully back up the tree trunk a little. The spike was then moved up the tree by the width of three fingers and driven into the tree at an upward angle. It would become a kind of sharp sedile digging into her most tender flesh and giving her partial support.

The soldiers holding her legs then placed the right heel over the left heel about three handbreadths below the nail so that her legs were bent and the knees spread wide apart. The point of another long nail was then driven through both heels into the post and bent over.

“Fuuucckkkkkkk. Agrrghhhhhhhhhhh!” The cry came.

The pain was excruciating, but nothing compared to what came next as they raised the cross to vertical and dropped it into the hole, packing dirt in around it to keep it firm.

A cheer went up from the crowd at the sight. With her knees splayed wide, Charlotte’s sex was on grotesque display and pain she had never believed physically possible blazed through her body.

She was not hanging entirely from the nails in her wrists as she had expected; some of her weight was pressed into the end of the spike they had placed beneath her crotch. The pain from her wrists was extreme, but the crotch nail soon began to compete.

Very soon Charlotte found it was hard to exhale because of the way her body pulled on her arms. She seemed to be suffocating. For a few moments she thought that would be a good way to end all this: just let herself asphyxiate. But her body would not allow it, any more than it would allow us to strangle ourselves with our own hands.

Involuntarily, she responded to imminent smothering by pulling on her wrists and pushing on her ankles. The agony produced by that manoeuvre was beyond belief, but she couldn't stop herself, much to the continued enjoyment of the blood and lust hungry crowd. As soon as Charlotte was able to breathe again, she let herself back down on to the crotch nail. And the cycle of smothering and torture began once more.

Her audience loved it as she alternated between the two agonies, groaning and crying out. Going up, going down. Charlotte prayed desperately that she would die quickly, appealing to every god she could think of … but none, it seemed, were coming to her rescue.

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Loxuru

Graf von Kreuzigung
November 15th. The month is halfway, and so are the executions. Last victim today was a young woman named Charlotte.

The month being halfway means that the cells are half empty. But the guards still number the same, so the remaining prisoners have to endure more terror from them. Since a number of the guard's 'favourites have already been crucified, they become more indiscriminate in their choices of their victims. Hiding from them becomes difficult.
 

Fossy

Tribune
Today was the day. I had known that all along, and now Charlotte would know it too, more than ‘know it’, my dearest muse would be experiencing it!

She had been my muse for several years, and she had been perfect. More than a muse really, a bed partner, a confidante and now, at the end, an exquisitely-erotic condemned beauty.

I had encouraged her to break the very controversial ‘lascivious behaviour’ law here in Cruxistan, and by doing so ensured her arrest. And now she was hanging from the cross. Whilst my motivation to visit the hill upon which her crucifix stood was high, I found myself unable to move quickly about my personal chores. And so, the domestic necessities, such as taking breakfast, washing and cleaning my teeth became laborious.

But I was there to witness the execution. I watched from afar as Charlotte was scourged to hell and back, and then, dripping with blood, as she was mounted hideously upon the wooden lengths. It was only by letting her think I was not in attendance that I was able to take in the scene … the horror and the ecstasy, necessary to drive my creative thoughts. As I took notes, both mental and written, I watched how Charlotte writhed and cried out. Moving closer I could see the large iron nail that spilt her bloody thighs. The poor girl had sunk onto it, stretching her arms, breaking more skin and bones, exceeding the normal capabilities and expectations of her diaphragm … There would be no final orgasm for my darling muse.

It was time to stand before her.

“Charlotte,” I whispered looking up. Her body heaved and her heavy death-laden eyes looked down at me. A weak smile played on her lips.

“Thank you,” I uttered equally as quietly.

The weak smile gave way to something different as she paused then, with difficulty, murmured in return. “I love you … Master.”
 
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