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piraland

Governor
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.”
Fossy is prostrate!

Charlotte, his muse, his accomplice is nailed naked to a cross until death ensues!

His sorrow is painful to see and the Supreme Judge who attends all the crucifixions which she approaches him and, exceptionally, authorizes him to go and pay a last tribute to the one who has shared his existence for so long.

So Fossy walks up to Charlotte's cross and starts talking to her.

At the same time, he strokes Charlotte's pussy, tickling her clitoris!

Charlotte's reaction is not long in coming and, despite her intense pain, begins to cum!

Fossy insists and replaces his fingers with his tongue!

Charlotte arches up on her cross, first gasps before shouting her pleasure.

Pulling back slowly, Fossy still hears Charlotte say:

"Master, I love you, i die for you!"
 

Loxuru

Graf von Kreuzigung
Like I said, the guards become less picky, now that the cells are emptied half.

Even an unattractive bastard like me gets their attention.

“Accept your fate, Loxuru! Look around, most of the convicts are females! The judges have condemned you to a women’s capital punishment, to teach you a lesson, because you were such a male chauvinist pig! A humiliation on a humiliation! Now just be a good girl and swallow!”

The next moment, he had to swallow my fist in his face and my knee in his balls.

Not a good idea, since they dragged me immediately to solitary confinement for a few days.
 

piraland

Governor
Like yesterday, the text was written by Fossy

Monday November 16 : Peony

The Scourging of Peony


Peony mourned the death of her friend and fellow muse, Charlotte. Fossy would be lost without them both, she thought, in a pensive moment. Then, she smiled a sardonic smile, who was she kidding, Fossy would move on quickly. There were ‘plenty more muses left in sea’, so to speak. The only thing left for her was to hope that she and Charlotte would be together in Heaven.

Peony was being executed for sedition against the Cruxistan Government. What a joke. She had of course done nothing except socialise in the wrong bars, when Fossy didn’t need her of course. But word had spread that Peony was next to be executed, in what would become known as the “Cruxistan Purge”, and her body and attractive features would draw every man, and woman, that could afford the time to attend, to her ‘event’. They wanted to see Peony stripped, whipped and punished … Such a spectacle would provide masturbation fodder for weeks to come.

Peony did not fear this day, in fact, given her role as Fossy’s Pain Slut, her predilection for pain made her bizarrely excited. She knew that Charlotte had been terrified, but Peony did not feel the same terror.

Taken by unnecessary force from the cells, her wrists were bound tightly and she was forced to her knees to be chained to the whipping post in the centre square. She was desperately thirsty, for the sun beat down and she was sweating profusely. The crimson stains from Charlotte’s suffering the previous day remained all too evident.

Peony was already naked. All of the condemned had been kept that way. It made their bodies easier to access for the Cruxistan guards. And so, her body was fully exposed in preparation for the scourge.

Without warning, the lash slashed out and pain exploded across the flesh of her back and shoulders. Peony screamed and arched her back. The crowd made a uniform noise, as if they all had taken in a breath at the same time. As the whip struck her again, Peony felt her body involuntarily writhing, trying to get away but unable to move more than a few inches. She looked out across the sea of faces. So many of them were men, men she knew, and most were looking on with lust, desire, enjoyment.

The scourge continued to strike her, again and again, and Peony saw the pleasure that her pain and screams were providing for so many in the crowds. She became aware of how they reacted when she moved as the whip made her struggle, and when she did the crowd seemed to follow her, revelling in her agony. Her body had been used as a tool in the past, enticing and teasing men. Now its torture was providing pleasure to men and women alike.

And yes, the women were also looking on with delight. The knotted leather of the scourge sliced across the bound girl's flesh once again, licking the side of her right breast. As she jumped and sagged to the left, Peony saw that a number of the women in the crowd were talking excitedly amongst themselves, smiling and even laughing at her uncontrollable jerking. Peony lowered her eyes and bit her lip, unable to accept the whole town viewing her naked breasts, and her body reacting to the pain of the lash.

When the whipping was over, they unhooked her arms from the whipping post, allowing her to collapse at its base. She curled slightly, crying softly. Her back was wet and the blood was already caking as it mixed with the dirt on the ground.

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The Crucifixion of Peony


A heavy beam of wood had been dragged to Peony's side. The beam was about 5 feet long and rough cut. She was manhandled until she lay across its heavy width, and several loops of rope secured it to her outstretched arms. She realised that this was part of the cross that would kill her, and that she was being forced to carry it to the execution hill, just outside of the city gates. The guards referred to it as the patibulum, it was heavy, and the loss of blood made her weak. As she sank down to her knees, another lash of the whip cut across her lower back, and she struggled back to her feet and began walking ... the crowd followed.

The lash encouraged her up the low slope to the top. The slope was a gentle one, but now dotted with crosses. It had been a busy month. The guards kept the crowd from surging to the top of the hill, but they were still only a few feet away when Peony collapsed onto her back, looking up at the blue, hot sky with her arms still stretched out, tied to the beam that would be with her until her death. She lay panting, trying to ignore the gathering as they pushed forward to observe her pain.

Rough hands forced her thighs apart and she felt something pushing between them. Moments later Peony was penetrated and she looked up to see the face of an Cruxistan Official above her as he shoved himself deep into her abused body. She cried out in humiliation and not a little pain as he thrust repeatedly into her dry pussy. Unable to get away or to really fight back because she was tied to the heavy beam, Peony simply wriggled beneath the heavy soldier as he raped her. This excited the watching crowd. Several of the guards had positioned themselves so that they could see the penetration clearly.

When the Official finally grunted and thrust to a climax, a small cheer went up. Peony was shapely and beautiful, very enticing as she lay tied, legs still spread unwittingly exposing her dripping pussy for all to see. She realised in a moment that the rape was over, and brought her legs together, trying to regain a tiny bit of pride, even at this stage of her impending death. She turned her head to the side and sobbed quietly. Charlotte, her body ravaged, broken and in the throes of death, looked down at her. Saliva dripped from her lips, the final evidence of any vital signs, save for the shallow heaving of her bloody chest.

For a fleeting moment Charlotte and her friend made eye contact, as if saying to one another, "Soon we will be together again."

The time had come, and several of the soldiers approached Peony where she lay on the ground. One held her in position, his hand on her chest, fondling her breasts. Another turned her arm wrist up, ready for nailing. The third took a long spike and positioned the point against the palm of her hand. The spike was pressed against the heel of her palm, just before the wrist, and angled in slightly.

Peony looked in disbelief as the heavy mallet was raised high and then came down with a force that drove the spike into her flesh and into the bones around her wrist. The sound of the crunch was echoed by the squishing sound of flesh and cracking of bones as the spike shattered her hand. Pain worse than anything she had felt before suddenly shot through the entire length of her arm and into her back as nerves were broken and torn. Her screams rent the air once again as she began to kick and jerk, trying to get free.

The other arm was turned and exposed. The crowd shifted their focus to Peony's other side as they watched the careful placement of the spike, the pitiful cries from the condemned girl as her bare chest heaved in sobs, and the hammer rising up. A few of the men in the audience pushed for position as they discretely touched themselves. Seeing Peony's naked body was enough to arouse any man, but seeing her writhe was simply too much for some, and they openly masturbated.

The second spike sliced through and crushed Peony's hand as the first had, separating bone and mangling nerves in a way designed to cause agony. The crowd observed the torture of the condemned girl as she jerked and convulsed, both hands now firmly affixed to the patibulum. There was no longer any need to hold her in place.

The long wooden post of the cross stood already embedded into the ground. There had been many crucifixions over the past weeks, that the uprights were sometimes planted in preparation. The cross beam was set in place and the guards, using ladders, lifted the poor girl into place. Peony now hung from her nailed wrists, her whole body weight born by the spikes which secured her to the wood. She began to go limp, as the pain overcame her.

Two soldiers grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs. She hardly struggled now and it was easy for them to bend her limbs and spread Peony apart at the knees before crossing her feet, one over the other. A third spike was placed at the top of the foot, just below the ankle. The heavy hammer was raised again and slammed down on the spike, driving it through her flesh until it penetrated the bottom foot. Peony screamed yet again, this new agony filling the bottom half of her body, and as the hammer struck again and again, driving the nail through her delicate bones and mangling equally delicate nerves.

She cried out for mercy. She cried out to be killed. The crowd approved of her cries, but did not want her gone so quickly.

Peony lost control of her bladder and a gushing stream of urine descended, catching one of the Officials off guard. This caused the crowd to roar in amusement. The soldier, angry at being pissed on took a whip and sliced the leather across Peony's breasts leaving a trickling red line.

The amusement proceeded for some time until the sun began to go down. The crowds began to dissipate, the people returning home to settle in for their evening meal. Peony, of course, would have no meal, for she was to slowly die of starvation, dehydration and exposure, while nailed to a wooden cross, arms wide, legs bent and exposed, suffering for all who wished to see.

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Fossy

Tribune
@Peony was a mistake. It was not supposed to happen like this. I had sacrificed Charlotte to the Cruxistan Officials in the name of my own selfish creativity, but my plan was Peony to take her place. But Charlotte’s arrest had drawn attention to little world and Peony had become their target. She wasn’t seditious in any way, my sweet Little slut of a girl, but that is what they found her guilty of.

So, I wandered the execution grounds for a second day to see both of my muses now nailed to their respective crosses. Seeing Charlotte on day two of her drawn out death made me realise that she had very little time left. Her eyes had rolled to the top of her head and it was the whites that could be seen between the slits left by her death laden stare.

But Peony’s torment was just beginning.

“Please … Master,” she sighed when she saw me, “Just once more … please.”

I nodded, knowing exactly what my Pain Slut wanted. I looked across at the nearest guard, who nodded, and so I made my way to Peony’s cross. She looked down at me. Blood, still fresh and dripping, coated the floor that was now beneath my feet, as I reached between her thighs.

“Ohhhh Master, yes …” In death as in life, it was pain that brought her the greatest stimulation, and in seconds her agony infused body began to writhe to my touch. It was not long before I felt the slick secretions manifest from between her swollen lips, and by the time she climaxed, a crowd had gathered around us to witness Peony gushing the female ejaculation forth from her body.

It was like that, dripping with her own juices, that I left her hanging.

“Thank you … Master,” she whispered as I turned to leave.
 

piraland

Governor
@Peony was a mistake. It was not supposed to happen like this. I had sacrificed Charlotte to the Cruxistan Officials in the name of my own selfish creativity, but my plan was Peony to take her place. But Charlotte’s arrest had drawn attention to little world and Peony had become their target. She wasn’t seditious in any way, my sweet Little slut of a girl, but that is what they found her guilty of.

So, I wandered the execution grounds for a second day to see both of my muses now nailed to their respective crosses. Seeing Charlotte on day two of her drawn out death made me realise that she had very little time left. Her eyes had rolled to the top of her head and it was the whites that could be seen between the slits left by her death laden stare.

But Peony’s torment was just beginning.

“Please … Master,” she sighed when she saw me, “Just once more … please.”

I nodded, knowing exactly what my Pain Slut wanted. I looked across at the nearest guard, who nodded, and so I made my way to Peony’s cross. She looked down at me. Blood, still fresh and dripping, coated the floor that was now beneath my feet, as I reached between her thighs.

“Ohhhh Master, yes …” In death as in life, it was pain that brought her the greatest stimulation, and in seconds her agony infused body began to writhe to my touch. It was not long before I felt the slick secretions manifest from between her swollen lips, and by the time she climaxed, a crowd had gathered around us to witness Peony gushing the female ejaculation forth from her body.

It was like that, dripping with her own juices, that I left her hanging.

“Thank you … Master,” she whispered as I turned to leave.
Take care, Fossy!

You were already exceptionally authorized to relieve Charlotte and you have just done the same with Peony who has just been crucified!

There won't be a third time or you will join them on a cross!

The Supreme Judge is watching you and there are still crosses in reserve.
 

piraland

Governor
This afternoon, a man was apprehended by the guards!

He had been allowed to approach and touch two of the crucified but, although he was warned of the risk he was taking, he could not resist and returned to the foot of these two crosses and began to walk again. touch the tortured!

He was taken directly to the central prison.

It is said to be Fossy, a man who is said to have a very close relationship with the last two crucified.

The judge reportedly immediately sentenced him to be crucified as well.

An additional cross will therefore be provided between Charlotte and Peony.

The sentence will be executed tomorrow, November 17.
 

piraland

Governor
Tuesday November 17: Ursula

Ursula is a special case!

In a few days she will be celebrating her 84th birthday and has been condemned to be crucified for helping her husband, who has been ill for years, to die while euthanasia is absolutely prohibited in our country.

They could have commuted her sentence and let her end her life in a retirement home under house arrest but here, the law is the law and Ursula, despite her advanced age, will therefore be crucified naked in front of the crowd like anyone.

When she appears on her release from prison, naked like the other convicts, the crowd is silent and would be more tempted to pity her than to laugh at her.

A little hunched over by the weight of age, we can see that Ursula was a very beautiful woman!

Obviously, her breasts are hanging and dry and her belly is wrinkled and covered with stretch marks but she does not seem to be embarrassed!

Her pubis did not have to be plucked or trimmed because her hair has long since disappeared.

She looks lost and doesn't even think of covering up what women usually tend to hide when naked!

She advances mechanically towards her torture pole, tottering and directly supported by her executioners who seem embarrassed to have to whip this woman who could be their mother and even their grandmother but they can not allow themselves neither feelings nor pity and must to carry out their task which has perhaps never been so thankless.

Tied by the wrists, she exposes her back and her withered buttocks to her whipper who, for the first time in his life, wants to throw his whip on the ground and run away.

Obviously, the blows that hit Ursula are very light and even if they mark her a little, they shouldn't hurt her much.

Despite everything panicked enough, she can not restrain herself and urinates there, standing!

The executioner, seeing that stops his flogging.

Now comes the patibulum she has to carry to the top of the hill!

She will never be able to support her weight, it is truly mission impossible for her.

Coming out of the crowd, a very pretty woman of about thirty, positions herself in front of the executioners and, a moment later, she undresses completely and the executioners hasten to tie her patibulum on her shoulders.

For the 'via crucis', the person wearing the patibulum must absolutely be naked and therefore, volunteers to help the condemned are very rare but here the caregiver must have really pity Ursula.

Ursula therefore follows her caregiver who , in addition to carrying the beam, receives the lashes intended to make it move faster.

At the top, once the patibulum has been discharged, the two women fall into each other's arms and the executioners pull Ursula towards well aware of what is happening to her despite the little reaction she shows, Ursula begins to scream when the nails pierce her wrists, can't stop his bladder from emptying then collapses when her feet come around.

Undoubtedly out of pity due to her great age, One does not revive her with ice water until the cross is in place vertically.

Her puny and worn body is therefore exposed to the silent crowd!

Her breasts hang over her soft belly!

You might think there was an error, that it is not normal al to see this woman suffer in silence on her cross but Cruxistan is like this, the laws are equal for all and must be applied in all circumstances.

Die in peace, Ursula, I hope your agony will be short.


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Ursula waiting for her flogging
 

Fossy

Tribune
Tuesday November 17: Ursula

Ursula is a special case!

In a few days she will be celebrating her 84th birthday and has been condemned to be crucified for helping her husband, who has been ill for years, to die while euthanasia is absolutely prohibited in our country.

They could have commuted her sentence and let her end her life in a retirement home under house arrest but here, the law is the law and Ursula, despite her advanced age, will therefore be crucified naked in front of the crowd like anyone.

When she appears on her release from prison, naked like the other convicts, the crowd is silent and would be more tempted to pity her than to laugh at her.

A little hunched over by the weight of age, we can see that Ursula was a very beautiful woman!

Obviously, her breasts are hanging and dry and her belly is wrinkled and covered with stretch marks but she does not seem to be embarrassed!

Her pubis did not have to be plucked or trimmed because her hair has long since disappeared.

She looks lost and doesn't even think of covering up what women usually tend to hide when naked!

She advances mechanically towards her torture pole, tottering and directly supported by her executioners who seem embarrassed to have to whip this woman who could be their mother and even their grandmother but they can not allow themselves neither feelings nor pity and must to carry out their task which has perhaps never been so thankless.

Tied by the wrists, she exposes her back and her withered buttocks to her whipper who, for the first time in his life, wants to throw his whip on the ground and run away.

Obviously, the blows that hit Ursula are very light and even if they mark her a little, they shouldn't hurt her much.

Despite everything panicked enough, she can not restrain herself and urinates there, standing!

The executioner, seeing that stops his flogging.

Now comes the patibulum she has to carry to the top of the hill!

She will never be able to support her weight, it is truly mission impossible for her.

Coming out of the crowd, a very pretty woman of about thirty, positions herself in front of the executioners and, a moment later, she undresses completely and the executioners hasten to tie her patibulum on her shoulders.

For the 'via crucis', the person wearing the patibulum must absolutely be naked and therefore, volunteers to help the condemned are very rare but here the caregiver must have really pity Ursula.

Ursula therefore follows her caregiver who , in addition to carrying the beam, receives the lashes intended to make it move faster.

At the top, once the patibulum has been discharged, the two women fall into each other's arms and the executioners pull Ursula towards well aware of what is happening to her despite the little reaction she shows, Ursula begins to scream when the nails pierce her wrists, can't stop his bladder from emptying then collapses when her feet come around.

Undoubtedly out of pity due to her great age, One does not revive her with ice water until the cross is in place vertically.

Her puny and worn body is therefore exposed to the silent crowd!

Her breasts hang over her soft belly!

You might think there was an error, that it is not normal al to see this woman suffer in silence on her cross but Cruxistan is like this, the laws are equal for all and must be applied in all circumstances.

Die in peace, Ursula, I hope your agony will be short.


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Ursula waiting for her flogging
A sad pitiful, yet excellently narrated, execution which demonstrates the thorough ruthlessness of the Cruxistan Justice System ... Rest in Peace poor Ursula ...
 

piraland

Governor
Tuesday November 17thbis : Fossy

The public gets a little extra today!

Arrested yesterday and immediately convicted, it is therefore Fossy who now shows up naked to undergo his flogging.

The woman who is going to whip him is not unaware of why he is there and has decided to take good care of him!

He likes to touch crucified women, she will give him value for his money.

After having tied Fossy to the post, she strips off and stands in front of him, stroking her pussy!

She grabs him by his semi-erect cock and starts to masturbate him!

We hear her tell him that her pussy is dripping wet and would like to be penetrated by a hard cock but that it wouldn't be his!

She then begins to whip him, taking care that the thongs of her whip often reach his sexual organs.

In addition to the pain he feels, Fossy feels frustrated by his tormentor's words and his erection almost immediately goes away.

Comes the climb to the top of the hill!

Seeing from afar his two muses still alive on their crosses, his erection is reborn and is greeted by the whip of his executor who watched for this reaction on his part.

The pain causes him to drop to one knee, but he gets up and somehow continues the climb until he is executed.

Still his patibulum on his shoulders, he is pulled to Charlotte's feet with his nose practically in her pussy!

The sadist then takes his cock, masturbates it and, all of a sudden, twists it, telling him that he would never touch a pussy again!

She repeats the operation in front of Peony then frees him from the beam that tears his shoulders and positions him to be nailed!

His two wrists quickly become part of his cross and, before taking care of his feet, she takes his penis between her lips but, again, gives it up before he can ejaculate.

In pain, his feet are also praised and his cross erected between his two muses.

She comes back to his still erect cock and brushes it sadistically without really touching it.

She then asks a guard to take her in front of Fossy and cums while looking at her poor victim still erect.

She leaves him there so that he can begin his painful and long agony.

Charlotte is ready to surrender but still has the strength to say,

"my love, my master, we will soon be joined in another world and I die imagining your powerful cock penetrating me and making me cum!"

Directly, her head falls onto her chest, it's over for Charlotte but the idea of penetrating her sprouted in the head of Fossy who, suddenly, feels his cum rising from his balls and he ejaculates, groaning his pleasure.

"I'm glad you were able to ejaculate, my master!" Peony tells him and the two of them can begin the last stage of their lives more serenely, the one that leads them to their death.

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Fossy and his executioner and on his cross .
 

Fossy

Tribune
I knew that I was being arrested as soon as I felt the fingers gripping my arm.

I had been warned that my desire to touch the dying bodies of my crucified muses would push the authorities to the edge. It was no matter that I had provided the guards with nubile rape fodder in the selfish name of my own creativity, the whole of Cruxistan was blood thirsty and lust hungry now and needed little reason to send a person to their naked, humiliating death on the cross!

And so now I found myself nailed to the wood between the abused, nude forms of Peony and Charlotte …

It was not what I wanted, not one little bit, but as I heard Charlotte’s death rattle playing out, I could not help my groin from thrusting forward and a thick, white spurt of my own cum spurting forth …
 

piraland

Governor
So it is the evening of November 17th and Ursula who was crucified today has already passed away, at her age it was predictable, her heart abandoned her and stopped beating! His agony will have been very short.

Peony is still alive and well!
She had wished to be killed because she was in so much pain but of course the guards refused and her suffering only increased!
Her age and physical condition mean that she will hold out long enough before dying and in addition, her lord and Master Fossy has just been crucified next to her,
She now wants to hold out as long as possible to help him in his agony!

He did not think he would find himself in such a situation!
And yet!
Fossy is there suffering between her two muses, Peony therefore still alive and Charlotte who abandoned them rather quickly.

The Doctor and Ed are still united but more by the stiffness of the corpse than by sexual impulses because they died out quite quickly, practically together.

Mp5 doesn’t make up her mind to die yet, she is still dancing lasciviously on her cross trying to get as much oxygen as possible.

The hellish trio of Nicole, Monica and Piraland gave up the soul! Monica in one last cum, Nicole in last pain that brought her to orgasm and Piraland, cock still erect, in one last cumshot!
The three certainly didn't feel like they were dying.

Beate also accompanied them on this last and definitive journey!
She fought to the end of her strength but had to lower her flag in front of her decidedly too strong and unbeatable cross!

The others had already died before and now serve as food for the birds of prey which are numerous in these regions!

I believe that many will be reduced to the state of skeletons when we depend on them!

It's always the crowd in town unlike the prison which is gradually emptying!

The guards take a dim view of the condemned leaving and, unfortunately for those who are still there, they go after those who remain!

Already fifteen dead, three dying and fourteen more executions to end the month!

Anyway, here in Cruxistan, justice is so expeditious that it will not take long to repopulate this damn prison.
 

piraland

Governor
Wednesday November 18: Marialexia



On the daily menu, a prostitute accused of stealing her clients!

Sentenced to crucifixion for theft!

The justice of our country is becoming very prudish and would try to eliminate the oldest profession in the world from our territory!

Marialexia is Greek, pretty, plump with everything you need where you need it, very attractive big breasts and a magnificent totally shaved pussy!

In short, it's a woman that every man would like to have in his bed!

The executioner who is going to whip her also appreciates this kind of woman and, while attaching her to the post, does not fail to feel her breasts and to let a wandering but travel between her thighs which she removes moreover with complacency hoping thus soften the scourging that will follow.

And indeed, this executioner certainly has an idea behind his head and the scourging which follows, although striking, is really not too strong.

The thank you comes quickly because, as soon as one of her hands has been released from the clip, she finds herself directly stroking the executioner's cock through his pants.

The second hand helping the first, the torturer's cock quickly came out but also quickly disappears in Marialexia's mouth, who sucks it greedily without worrying about the crowd watching her.

She has always loved doing this and over time has become a real expert.

The man does not resist very long and, with a low growl, ejaculates in the mouth of the Greek who hastens to swallow the sperm that has been so generously given to her.

Recovering himself, the executioner hangs the patibulum on the shoulders of Marialexia, whose legs bend a little under the weight.

The painful climb up the hill therefore begins and, apart from the stones which scratch her feet, she goes through this ordeal quite easily.

Hardly arrived when her torturer, not very grateful, positions her on her cross and nails her wrists.

The pain is infamous and Marialexia screams her pain while throwing her legs open in the air totally revealing in this way her charming intimacy and restoring stiffness to the cock of her torturer

He does not hesitate for a second and puts on brutally the pussy of the Greek who, at first surprised, appreciates this unexpected penetration.

The assaults are dry and brutal and lead to a rapid ejaculation, much too fast for Marialexia's taste.

Now it is the turn of her feet to be fixed to her cross!

New nails, new horrible pains but here it is, she is definitely part of her cross which is directly erected.

Marialexia directly begins the dance of the crucified woman and, doing so, exposes to whoever wants to see her pussy dripping with her cum and the sperm of her assailant!

No more forgiveness possible, her cross will kill her! It's just a matter of time .

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Marialexia had already had the opportunity to train on an X cross.
 

Baron Von Sade

Governor
Baron Von Sade was deeply upset to see Marialexia go. Looking at her perfect nude body was one of the highlights of his many days in the prison, daydreaming about the ways he would like to use her, and about how the guards were using her. Now she was gone.

He is especially saddened knowing he won't get to see that beautiful form on the cross. Well, not alive anyway.
 

Fossy

Tribune
Wednesday November 18: Marialexia



On the daily menu, a prostitute accused of stealing her clients!

Sentenced to crucifixion for theft!

The justice of our country is becoming very prudish and would try to eliminate the oldest profession in the world from our territory!

Marialexia is Greek, pretty, plump with everything you need where you need it, very attractive big breasts and a magnificent totally shaved pussy!

In short, it's a woman that every man would like to have in his bed!

The executioner who is going to whip her also appreciates this kind of woman and, while attaching her to the post, does not fail to feel her breasts and to let a wandering but travel between her thighs which she removes moreover with complacency hoping thus soften the scourging that will follow.

And indeed, this executioner certainly has an idea behind his head and the scourging which follows, although striking, is really not too strong.

The thank you comes quickly because, as soon as one of her hands has been released from the clip, she finds herself directly stroking the executioner's cock through his pants.

The second hand helping the first, the torturer's cock quickly came out but also quickly disappears in Marialexia's mouth, who sucks it greedily without worrying about the crowd watching her.

She has always loved doing this and over time has become a real expert.

The man does not resist very long and, with a low growl, ejaculates in the mouth of the Greek who hastens to swallow the sperm that has been so generously given to her.

Recovering himself, the executioner hangs the patibulum on the shoulders of Marialexia, whose legs bend a little under the weight.

The painful climb up the hill therefore begins and, apart from the stones which scratch her feet, she goes through this ordeal quite easily.

Hardly arrived when her torturer, not very grateful, positions her on her cross and nails her wrists.

The pain is infamous and Marialexia screams her pain while throwing her legs open in the air totally revealing in this way her charming intimacy and restoring stiffness to the cock of her torturer

He does not hesitate for a second and puts on brutally the pussy of the Greek who, at first surprised, appreciates this unexpected penetration.

The assaults are dry and brutal and lead to a rapid ejaculation, much too fast for Marialexia's taste.

Now it is the turn of her feet to be fixed to her cross!

New nails, new horrible pains but here it is, she is definitely part of her cross which is directly erected.

Marialexia directly begins the dance of the crucified woman and, doing so, exposes to whoever wants to see her pussy dripping with her cum and the sperm of her assailant!

No more forgiveness possible, her cross will kill her! It's just a matter of time .

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Marialexia had already had the opportunity to train on an X cross.
As more and more of the condemned are taken, the 'few' who remain have so many guards and officials to please. And so now Marialexia is gone. A working girl to the end, her thighs opened to please the man before her. She died well, to please the crowds. RiP Maria ...
 

piraland

Governor
Thursday November 19: Baracus


This third Thursday in November is the arrival of Beaujolais Nouveau and the public has tasted it and is numerous and excited for the crucifixion of the day.

Today it's the story of a small wooden trader who made a specialty of making crosses of all kinds!

His store window was lined with so many kinds of crosses that you really didn't know which one to choose.

Soon, Baracus had become the supplier to the state of Cruxistan, which, it must be said, is its best customer.

As a great professional, it had never happened to him to offer for sale a cross that he would not have tested himself and no one in the country would have wanted to be crucified on a cross that did not come from his store. !

Alas, as the saying goes: "Who too kisses badly embraces!" the greed led him to exaggerate the amount of his bills and the government of the country did not appreciate it at all and so he was arrested for forgery in scriptures and sentenced to die crucified on one of his crosses .

For the first and only time, he was going to have the opportunity to test one of the products he made until the end, until his death.

Having always been a great defender of loincloths to dress those condemned to crucifixion, it is terribly embarrassed and humiliated that he found himself entirely naked after his conviction and especially today, the day of his execution when he appears naked as in day of his birth in front of the crowd waiting for him at the prison door.

The torture pole does not come from his home and he is forced into it.

The body of her executor whom she exposes naked without any gene is perfect and muscular and makes him react because a humiliating erection of his penis begins without him really wanting it but nature is so made that even so close to his death, his libido prevails over his will.

He tries to give his executioner only his back as a target, but the executioner was not born overnight and many blows hit his cock and balls and left him in excruciating pain.

The patibulum that is loaded on his shoulders comes from home and he can see the difficulty in getting it to the place of execution.

Arrived, he appreciates the speed with which his cross is assembled, thinking that his job has been very well done.

He will now be able to test something else, never by trying the crosses he used the nails he supplied with but this time, he will indeed be nailed and no longer bound to his cross and naked, in addition with that erection that never leaves him!

The first nail makes him scream and jump in pain, the second only confirms the horror caused by the first!

When the Executor begins tending to his feet, he screams before he is even touched and tries to free himself but, well maintained, he cannot avoid the steel spikes he painstakingly crafted. 'sink into his feet and nail him definitively to his cross.

Straight up vertically, he realizes that the tests he performed earlier have nothing to do with reality and the suffering he experiences is multiplied exponentially from what he already has. known.

In addition, completely naked in front of the crowd with this erection that still does not leave him, he feels ashamed and totally humiliated!

Seeing that cock erect, his torturer, turned on by his job well done, walks up to him and begins to knead his balls and masturbate him.

She then approaches her mouth and swallows it completely up to the hilt while sliding a hand between her thighs and vigorously massaging her clitoris.

The result of this caressing is that she starts to cum and her blowjob is also successful as Baracus ejaculates deep in her throat.

This intervention did him good but his erection remains very present!

His thoughts are always with his crosses which are anything but comfortable and he is well aware of this.

Unfortunately for him, he will never be able to create new models of the cross, the one he is on will be his last, his ultimate, that of his death.

crosscatalogue.jpg A page from the Baracus catalog

baracus.jpg
Baracus on his cross
 

Fossy

Tribune
Thursday November 19: Baracus


This third Thursday in November is the arrival of Beaujolais Nouveau and the public has tasted it and is numerous and excited for the crucifixion of the day.

Today it's the story of a small wooden trader who made a specialty of making crosses of all kinds!

His store window was lined with so many kinds of crosses that you really didn't know which one to choose.

Soon, Baracus had become the supplier to the state of Cruxistan, which, it must be said, is its best customer.

As a great professional, it had never happened to him to offer for sale a cross that he would not have tested himself and no one in the country would have wanted to be crucified on a cross that did not come from his store. !

Alas, as the saying goes: "Who too kisses badly embraces!" the greed led him to exaggerate the amount of his bills and the government of the country did not appreciate it at all and so he was arrested for forgery in scriptures and sentenced to die crucified on one of his crosses .

For the first and only time, he was going to have the opportunity to test one of the products he made until the end, until his death.

Having always been a great defender of loincloths to dress those condemned to crucifixion, it is terribly embarrassed and humiliated that he found himself entirely naked after his conviction and especially today, the day of his execution when he appears naked as in day of his birth in front of the crowd waiting for him at the prison door.

The torture pole does not come from his home and he is forced into it.

The body of her executor whom she exposes naked without any gene is perfect and muscular and makes him react because a humiliating erection of his penis begins without him really wanting it but nature is so made that even so close to his death, his libido prevails over his will.

He tries to give his executioner only his back as a target, but the executioner was not born overnight and many blows hit his cock and balls and left him in excruciating pain.

The patibulum that is loaded on his shoulders comes from home and he can see the difficulty in getting it to the place of execution.

Arrived, he appreciates the speed with which his cross is assembled, thinking that his job has been very well done.

He will now be able to test something else, never by trying the crosses he used the nails he supplied with but this time, he will indeed be nailed and no longer bound to his cross and naked, in addition with that erection that never leaves him!

The first nail makes him scream and jump in pain, the second only confirms the horror caused by the first!

When the Executor begins tending to his feet, he screams before he is even touched and tries to free himself but, well maintained, he cannot avoid the steel spikes he painstakingly crafted. 'sink into his feet and nail him definitively to his cross.

Straight up vertically, he realizes that the tests he performed earlier have nothing to do with reality and the suffering he experiences is multiplied exponentially from what he already has. known.

In addition, completely naked in front of the crowd with this erection that still does not leave him, he feels ashamed and totally humiliated!

Seeing that cock erect, his torturer, turned on by his job well done, walks up to him and begins to knead his balls and masturbate him.

She then approaches her mouth and swallows it completely up to the hilt while sliding a hand between her thighs and vigorously massaging her clitoris.

The result of this caressing is that she starts to cum and her blowjob is also successful as Baracus ejaculates deep in her throat.

This intervention did him good but his erection remains very present!

His thoughts are always with his crosses which are anything but comfortable and he is well aware of this.

Unfortunately for him, he will never be able to create new models of the cross, the one he is on will be his last, his ultimate, that of his death.

View attachment 929153 A page from the Baracus catalog

View attachment 929154 Baracus on his cross
Oh Baracus, greed gets to us all in the end ... and so eventually you were literally 'hoisted by your own petard'. A death that satisfied the lust hungry public more than it's victim I suspect ... an excellent execution nonetheless.
 

phlebas

PRIMUS POENUS
Staff member
In addition, completely naked in front of the crowd with this erection that still does not leave him, he feels ashamed and totally humiliated!

Seeing that cock erect, his torturer, turned on by his job well done, walks up to him and begins to knead his balls and masturbate him.

She then approaches her mouth and swallows it completely up to the hilt while sliding a hand between her thighs and vigorously massaging her clitoris.

The result of this caressing is that she starts to cum and her blowjob is also successful as Baracus ejaculates deep in her throat.

This intervention did him good but his erection remains very present!

Something was missing from the previous pic :)

baracus erect.jpg
 

piraland

Governor
Friday November 20: Veronica



Veronica is a gorgeous thirty-five-year-old girl who, since her earliest childhood, has decided to live naked 24 hours a day.

She is president of the CNF (Cruxistanian naturist federation) and campaigns to ensure that people who want to can live naked, the climate allowing it and therefore that clothes, only made to protect themselves from the cold, are no longer mandatory.

She organized marches, nude of course, demonstrations, naked as well, and one of them went wrong and she was arrested and sentenced to the cross for incitement to revolt.

It is in the spotlight that she walks through the prison doors and shows off naked without any complex in front of this crowd she so wanted to convince.

Without complex and probably happy to soon become the martyr of the naturist cause, it is with a decided step that she walks towards the pole on which she is chained.

Unfortunately for her, nudity does not necessarily mean resistance to pain and, from the first lashes, she loses a lot of her splendor by not being able to stop screaming her pain.

Her inevitably tanned body is quickly streaked with red stripes and the pity she implores is not granted to her by her executioner who takes pleasure in visiting all parts of her body, especially the most intimate.

She is relieved to see the end of her flogging, which she hoped would be less intense!

Finally, her first test is over and directly weighted with her patibulum, she begins to climb the hill.

Used to being barefoot, she barely feels the sharp stones she steps on.

A good surprise awaits her a little higher, members of her committee and many sympathizers have come to encourage her and are there, on the edge of the path all naked, applauding her.

This balances her heart and lifts her spirits while giving her an unfailing will to face the cross which will, alas, kill her.

Naturism is a way of life that implies respect for everyone, but what Véronica is undergoing for the moment has nothing to do with naturism!

Wrists painfully nailed to her patibulum, she must endure the sexual assaults of her two executioners who succeed each other to rape her without wearing gloves, it's sex for sex and Véronica, not used to having to endure this way of doing things. love, cries hot tears realizing that she liked it and that she was almost until an orgasm was coming.

Unfortunately, her attackers weren't there to make her cum, but only to relieve themselves inside a very pretty woman.

Picking up their hammers and nails, they quickly nailed the feet of the condemned woman who can only express the enormous suffering she feels.

Vertically, she feels more naked than naked with her legs apart, showing her pussy dripping with the sperm of her torturers.

Many flashes blind her a little but she quickly realizes that it is her supporters who take pictures of her with the certain aim of making her their martyr.

In the intense pain she experiences on this cursed and cruel cross, she now knows that the struggle to accept nudity will continue and that she will not have died for nothing.

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Veronica on her cross with her supporters
 
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