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November, the month of the crucifixion!

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Fossy

Tribune
Sunday November 29 bis: Y…

It really didn't take long for the judge to sentence Y… to be crucified!

What she did is indeed unforgivable!

Still very young, she greatly appreciates people living outlaws and having followed Loxuru's exploits in the newspapers and on TV, she couldn't resist the urge to go and prove her affection!

After nightfall, she stripped naked and took advantage of the darkness to walk up to her idol.

There, she paid him a very nice tribute by allowing him to forget the pains of his crucifixion by giving him a fellatio worthy of a professional!

Unfortunately, the guards spotted her and brought her to the judge.

The rest of the night was for her a gigantic pleasure because the guards appreciated this very pretty new arrival which would already leave them the next day.

When the moment arrives, it is her pussy, anus and her mouth painful all three that she walks through the door and finds herself naked in front of the crowd who cheer her because they know about her exploit the night before.

No pity for her, to her very serious fault, the executioner will respond in an exemplary manner.

The thongs of the whip therefore fall directly on Y--'s skin which is marked with splendid red stripes!

It really hits her everywhere but especially on her breasts and between her legs.

Her suffering is enormous and her screams must be heard for miles.

Fortunately the flogging ends and she feels her pussy run out!

Probably mixed blood and cum.

Her patibulum is fixed to her shoulders and, to the applause of a large audience, she begins the climb to her place of execution.

The journey is very arduous and her executioner keeps encouraging her with numerous and very strong lashes.

Arrived at the top, she collapses but is directed directly towards the cross of Loxuru with her beam still on her shoulders.

He then forces her to pay a final tribute to her idol!

She grabs Loxuru's erect cock and applies herself to sucking it as sweetly as possible.

Meanwhile, her executioner dropped his leather pants and introduced her an impressive phallus between her kidneys.

From painful, this brutal penetration quickly becomes very pleasant and it is by being crossed by a rapid orgasm that she receives at the same time in her mouth and her rectum the ejaculation of both men.

Then brought to her stipe, she is stripped of her patibulum and is maintained so that her executor can begin her nailing.

Those sharp points going through one wrist and then the other make her struggle and howl like a slaughtered sow!

Her totally shaved pussy is now in full view and the executioner decides to penetrate her once more, the last time for her.

Despite the pain caused by the nails, she manages to enjoy this last penetration which, unfortunately for her, is quite short and does not lead to total happiness.

Her ankles are now nailed in even worse pain, and immediately afterwards her cross is erected.

Crucified naked with her orifices that let out the sperm of her rapists, she does not even feel humiliated and feels her heart beating in her clitoris and in her private lips!

This is the signal to start towards the first orgasm that her cross will grant her.

Dying in pain but shaken by phenomenal orgasms, she does not regret her prank with Loxuru and tells herself that she will die happy.

Night will soon fall on the Fields of Crosses and an additional victim has joined the others!

November is definitely the best month of the year in Cruxistan.

View attachment 932747 Y-- on her cross
So young, so used, so abused, so beautiful dripping with juices ... Veritable eye candy for the watching lust-fuelled Cruxistanian crowd ...
 

Loxuru

Graf von Kreuzigung
It was Chinadoll that was brought to her cross. The young Chinese, arrested for a ridiculous administrative problem with her visa. The same ‘crime’ as Beate had been crucified for, earlier in the month. Chinadoll never understood well why she was put into prison, and how she was abused day after day, for a problem not even she, but the visa authorities in her country of origin had been responsible for.

She was even unfamiliar with the concept of crucifixion as a death penalty, and with the procedures around it.

A small, pretty woman, a golden skin, nice small breasts, black hair. She suffers under the humiliation of public nudity. She has blood between her legs, she has difficulty to climb the hill. Her patibulum is as heavy as one, a strong man has to carry. She even needs help from guards, supporting the ends of the wooden beam.

Carloscruz, still finding the strength for it, Kathy and me, comment the outrage of her treatment. But justice is relentless. Immediately on arrival, Chinadoll is dropped on her cross and her wrists are nailed. The scene happens nearly under my feet. Chinadoll visibly suffers from the nailing, but she has no more force to cry out! And even then, before her feet are nailed, those guard thugs still find it necessary to gang rape her once more! All she does is grunting. In anger, I raise myself up, and shout at the bastards to stop it. I am replied by the taunting crowd, taking pleasure of Chinadoll’s maltreatment, and by a guard, hitting me with a stick on my forward bending loins and genitals, making me painfully fall back – and shutting me up!

Finally, her feet are nailed and her cross is raised.

I am no longer at the end of the row. Chinadoll is my left neighbor now. But for how long? She looks already so exhausted, she hardly can push up herself for breathing.
 

chinadoll

Assistant executioner

Loxuru

Graf von Kreuzigung
It is difficult to communicate with Chinadoll, the young Chinese woman crucified next to me this morning. Chinadoll hangs, mostly in silence, hardly moving, to her cross. Kathy and me try to talk to her, comfort her, but she hardly replies.

But very soon, our attention is drawn to another event. Another condemned approaches. What I feared has happened : the woman who ‘raped’ me last night also got condemned to the cross. I can see her now in plain daylight. A pretty redhair. For the second time in 24 hours, she climbs the hill naked, this time with a patibulum in her neck.

The climb is more difficult now, but seeing her, I cannot avoid thinking back about what she did last night. I recall the excitement. It makes me hard again. It does not remain unnoticed, and she is forced towards my cross, to show the people her ‘crime’ of last night. Although she looks tired, I spot a spark in her eyes when she approaches me. Once more, she excites me to the top, although she has to endure meanwhile being raped by a guard herself. The guard, me and she come nearly simultaneously to an orgasm, after which she is dragged to her cross and nailed to the patibulum. Then, she is raped once more before her feet get nailed and her cross is raised.

I have the impression she even finds some pleasure in her treatment!

Her name, I heard, is y__. A strange name. For one reason, it is a pity she did not get nailed next to me, since I would have liked to ask her why she was doing this! Yet, all I got from her were a few admiring looks.

I admit, it flatters me to be admired, even in my present perilous position. But still, I am a too rational man, for not wondering why an admirer would take all these risks, and would push it so far? Did she enjoy being crucified together with me, her idol? The apex of her life?

The remaining of the day, the crucified mostly spend in silence, each struggling with the pain and despair, fighting for survival, and submitting to the verbal bugger from the onlookers.

As evening approaches, I think at Rias, all alone in the cells now, knowing one thing sure : tomorrow, she will be crucified!
 

piraland

Tribune
Monday November 30 : Rias

The last person who is going to be crucified today is quite unusual!

She is a lovely young lady who lives in a world of its own full of friendly animals!

She's the queen of the forest, the queen of the squirrels!

She is innocent of any fault, but by virtue of her good humor and her way of being, she does not please everyone!

Having opposed hunters who invaded her forest and promising them divine punishment, she was accused of witchcraft and therefore tried and obviously condemned to be crucified!

She who wore only loose togas and went barefoot in the woods is now stripped naked since her conviction.

Her modesty took a hit and since she was incarcerated she has remained prostrate in her cell not having said a word even when the guards have repeatedly assaulted her especially that last night when she was the last convict they had on hand.

Such is Rias, a sweet little Polish girl who always wanted to be in the woods with her animal friends.

I believe that when she walked through the prison door completely naked, she did not fully realize what was happening to her, she still had not left her perfect world and yet, these are not animals that are gathered there but a cruel crowd come to see her suffer and die!

Once attached to the post She came out of her torpor by the thongs of the whip which mark her whole body.

She does not scream, her cries would rather resemble the squeals of martyred animals.

Everything about her is innocence and purity, but she seems to take her scourging very well, which is still not too deep.

The patibulum is very heavy on her frail shoulders and she has the worst difficulties to climb the path that leads to the top of the hill.

When she arrives, she collapses with fatigue and begins to cry when she sees the crosses already erected, filled with corpses and people dying in pain.

She then realizes that she will suffer the same fate. It does not drag on!

Stretched out on her cross, she feels the terrible pain caused by the nails that fix her wrists to her cross, then even stronger pains when her feet suffer the same fate!

She and her cross are no longer one and it is in a daze that she feels herself ascending to find herself upright crucified for good and until death comes to deliver her.

An unthinkable and relatively magical thing happens!

Multicolored birds arrive and come to rest on the cross and the shoulders of Rias while squirrels from nowhere climb the cross and modestly cover the entire body of the crucified.

It is therefore in the company of her best friends that Rias will live her last days, her faithful and loving friends, much more honest and sympathetic than most men.


riasphlebas.jpg Rias on her cross with her best friends

(Representation of Rias kindly made by Phlébas, thank you very much)
 

Fossy

Tribune
It was Chinadoll that was brought to her cross. The young Chinese, arrested for a ridiculous administrative problem with her visa. The same ‘crime’ as Beate had been crucified for, earlier in the month. Chinadoll never understood well why she was put into prison, and how she was abused day after day, for a problem not even she, but the visa authorities in her country of origin had been responsible for.

She was even unfamiliar with the concept of crucifixion as a death penalty, and with the procedures around it.

A small, pretty woman, a golden skin, nice small breasts, black hair. She suffers under the humiliation of public nudity. She has blood between her legs, she has difficulty to climb the hill. Her patibulum is as heavy as one, a strong man has to carry. She even needs help from guards, supporting the ends of the wooden beam.

Carloscruz, still finding the strength for it, Kathy and me, comment the outrage of her treatment. But justice is relentless. Immediately on arrival, Chinadoll is dropped on her cross and her wrists are nailed. The scene happens nearly under my feet. Chinadoll visibly suffers from the nailing, but she has no more force to cry out! And even then, before her feet are nailed, those guard thugs still find it necessary to gang rape her once more! All she does is grunting. In anger, I raise myself up, and shout at the bastards to stop it. I am replied by the taunting crowd, taking pleasure of Chinadoll’s maltreatment, and by a guard, hitting me with a stick on my forward bending loins and genitals, making me painfully fall back – and shutting me up!

Finally, her feet are nailed and her cross is raised.

I am no longer at the end of the row. Chinadoll is my left neighbor now. But for how long? She looks already so exhausted, she hardly can push up herself for breathing.
Compassion from Lox, even in the throes of death ... very commendable Sir!
 

Fossy

Tribune
Monday November 30 : Rias

The last person who is going to be crucified today is quite unusual!

She is a lovely young lady who lives in a world of its own full of friendly animals!

She's the queen of the forest, the queen of the squirrels!

She is innocent of any fault, but by virtue of her good humor and her way of being, she does not please everyone!

Having opposed hunters who invaded her forest and promising them divine punishment, she was accused of witchcraft and therefore tried and obviously condemned to be crucified!

She who wore only loose togas and went barefoot in the woods is now stripped naked since her conviction.

Her modesty took a hit and since she was incarcerated she has remained prostrate in her cell not having said a word even when the guards have repeatedly assaulted her especially that last night when she was the last convict they had on hand.

Such is Rias, a sweet little Polish girl who always wanted to be in the woods with her animal friends.

I believe that when she walked through the prison door completely naked, she did not fully realize what was happening to her, she still had not left her perfect world and yet, these are not animals that are gathered there but a cruel crowd come to see her suffer and die!

Once attached to the post She came out of her torpor by the thongs of the whip which mark her whole body.

She does not scream, her cries would rather resemble the squeals of martyred animals.

Everything about her is innocence and purity, but she seems to take her scourging very well, which is still not too deep.

The patibulum is very heavy on her frail shoulders and she has the worst difficulties to climb the path that leads to the top of the hill.

When she arrives, she collapses with fatigue and begins to cry when she sees the crosses already erected, filled with corpses and people dying in pain.

She then realizes that she will suffer the same fate. It does not drag on!

Stretched out on her cross, she feels the terrible pain caused by the nails that fix her wrists to her cross, then even stronger pains when her feet suffer the same fate!

She and her cross are no longer one and it is in a daze that she feels herself ascending to find herself upright crucified for good and until death comes to deliver her.

An unthinkable and relatively magical thing happens!

Multicolored birds arrive and come to rest on the cross and the shoulders of Rias while squirrels from nowhere climb the cross and modestly cover the entire body of the crucified.

It is therefore in the company of her best friends that Rias will live her last days, her faithful and loving friends, much more honest and sympathetic than most men.


View attachment 933095 Rias on her cross with her best friends

(Representation of Rias kindly made by Phlébas, thank you very much)
A vulnerable fawn, a woodland nymph. Crucified upon a tenuous pretext of Witchcraft, but in truth she was condemned to death for being 'too pleasant'. The animals and birds will miss her and to mark the occasion of her execution they come to her to pay their last respects ... a wonderfully sad, yet beautifully portrayed scene.
 

Peony

Magistrate
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.

View attachment 927934


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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Everything I could have ever dreamt of!
 

Rias

Neko Girl
Monday November 30 : Rias

The last person who is going to be crucified today is quite unusual!

She is a lovely young lady who lives in a world of its own full of friendly animals!

She's the queen of the forest, the queen of the squirrels!

She is innocent of any fault, but by virtue of her good humor and her way of being, she does not please everyone!

Having opposed hunters who invaded her forest and promising them divine punishment, she was accused of witchcraft and therefore tried and obviously condemned to be crucified!

She who wore only loose togas and went barefoot in the woods is now stripped naked since her conviction.

Her modesty took a hit and since she was incarcerated she has remained prostrate in her cell not having said a word even when the guards have repeatedly assaulted her especially that last night when she was the last convict they had on hand.

Such is Rias, a sweet little Polish girl who always wanted to be in the woods with her animal friends.

I believe that when she walked through the prison door completely naked, she did not fully realize what was happening to her, she still had not left her perfect world and yet, these are not animals that are gathered there but a cruel crowd come to see her suffer and die!

Once attached to the post She came out of her torpor by the thongs of the whip which mark her whole body.

She does not scream, her cries would rather resemble the squeals of martyred animals.

Everything about her is innocence and purity, but she seems to take her scourging very well, which is still not too deep.

The patibulum is very heavy on her frail shoulders and she has the worst difficulties to climb the path that leads to the top of the hill.

When she arrives, she collapses with fatigue and begins to cry when she sees the crosses already erected, filled with corpses and people dying in pain.

She then realizes that she will suffer the same fate. It does not drag on!

Stretched out on her cross, she feels the terrible pain caused by the nails that fix her wrists to her cross, then even stronger pains when her feet suffer the same fate!

She and her cross are no longer one and it is in a daze that she feels herself ascending to find herself upright crucified for good and until death comes to deliver her.

An unthinkable and relatively magical thing happens!

Multicolored birds arrive and come to rest on the cross and the shoulders of Rias while squirrels from nowhere climb the cross and modestly cover the entire body of the crucified.

It is therefore in the company of her best friends that Rias will live her last days, her faithful and loving friends, much more honest and sympathetic than most men.


View attachment 933095 Rias on her cross with her best friends

(Representation of Rias kindly made by Phlébas, thank you very much)
oho me think all becuse of this white squirrel betrayer betrey me for chocolate meow nya scratch scratch but neko miko priestess princess ressurected meow :oops: :cat:
rias.png
 

piraland

Tribune
Here it is, it's over, the prison is emptied and all the convicts have been executed!

Twenty-nine are already dead and six are still fighting on their cross!

This will make us thirty-five victims!

It’s a great score for Cruxistan who just broke their record last year and the Cruxistan authorities are hoping to do even better next year!

In a few days, when the life will have disappeared on the crosses, clear place will be made and all the bodies will be lowered and cremated!

It must be said that, the more the days pass, the less there will be to descend because some are already reduced to the state of skeletons, the birds of prey and the insects have done a good job.

There is even talk of them staying there on display until next year because they are a prime attraction for tourists and show that in Cruxistan we do not laugh with the law.

In the meantime, Rias looks happy to suffer and soon die in the company of her best friends!

Chinadol is coming to the end of her pain, she is exhausting herself and certainly won't last long.

Every time Y — looks at Loxuru, she imagines herself not sucking him, which she has already done, but that he penetrates her through all her orifices and it keeps her from thinking about her. suffering because each time she goes through terrible orgasms!
Her crucifixion is an inexhaustible source of pleasure for her.

And Loxuru, will you tell me?
He is fine, he is in pain, of course, and feels his strength weakening, but he has reservations and is not ready to die yet.

Kathy and Carlos are still looking at each other and, despite the increasingly difficult breathing difficulties, seem determined to end their last trip to earth together!
It's as if their brains are connected together because, when Carlos's cock stands up, Kathy feels heat all over her that makes her cum and causes her lover to ejaculate!
I really wish them to die together.

The crowd is now focused on the living, for on the other side of the Field of the Cross now reigns a stench of decaying bodies exposed to the sun's rays.

Finally, the country's authorities have just decided to leave the bodies permanently on the crosses as examples!

For next year, another hill will serve as the stage for future crucifixions!

What a dream country, Cruxistan, do not delay in coming to visit it.
 

Loxuru

Graf von Kreuzigung
It must be November 30th. Daybreak of my third day on the cross. Two full days I have not slept anymore. I just made physical efforts to stay alive. No, I did not, exactly, my body forced me to do it. Many times, last night, I was determined to give up, sought a position that deprived me from breath, but any time, my body painfully ordered me to stay alive! I wonder how many time is left over for me.

From my right side, Carloscruz and Kathy, there is only silence. I feared by moments they had died, but occasionally I heard muffled moanings. The upcoming sun revives them, and they still excite each other. But for how long?

From my left, Chinadoll and Y__, there is silence either. Chinadoll suffers quietly. I am afraid she will not endure three days or longer.

Y__ seems to experience her crucifixion her own way. She has a very complex character. She keeps expressing her admiration for me, her longing to me, a desire she pushed so far, she ended on a cross to die with me. Apparently, she also enjoys the attention of the crowd. Yesterday, despite her admiration for me, onlookers even praised her for having ‘raped’ me. It gives her a bit a ‘martyr’ status, and so she got much less verbal bugger over her than the other crucified. She even chatted with onlookers.

The daily procession approaches. Frail Rias, ‘Squirrel eyes’, the silent woman from the cells, bears the weight of her patibulum. Condemned for witchcraft, actually because she protected the animals in the forest against hunters, who, unfortunately for her, had connections with justice people.

Exhausted when she arrived, she got swiftly crucified.

What happened next, was it real? Around her cross, gathered animals from the forest, colourful birds, squirrels,.. Her friends she always has protected, now came to support her in her last struggle.

Or is it me, who has started hallucinating, after being so long on the cross?

It’s finished! The Great Cruxistan Prison Purge is over.
 

Fossy

Tribune
Here it is, it's over, the prison is emptied and all the convicts have been executed!

Twenty-nine are already dead and six are still fighting on their cross!

This will make us thirty-five victims!

It’s a great score for Cruxistan who just broke their record last year and the Cruxistan authorities are hoping to do even better next year!

In a few days, when the life will have disappeared on the crosses, clear place will be made and all the bodies will be lowered and cremated!

It must be said that, the more the days pass, the less there will be to descend because some are already reduced to the state of skeletons, the birds of prey and the insects have done a good job.

There is even talk of them staying there on display until next year because they are a prime attraction for tourists and show that in Cruxistan we do not laugh with the law.

In the meantime, Rias looks happy to suffer and soon die in the company of her best friends!

Chinadol is coming to the end of her pain, she is exhausting herself and certainly won't last long.

Every time Y — looks at Loxuru, she imagines herself not sucking him, which she has already done, but that he penetrates her through all her orifices and it keeps her from thinking about her. suffering because each time she goes through terrible orgasms!
Her crucifixion is an inexhaustible source of pleasure for her.

And Loxuru, will you tell me?
He is fine, he is in pain, of course, and feels his strength weakening, but he has reservations and is not ready to die yet.

Kathy and Carlos are still looking at each other and, despite the increasingly difficult breathing difficulties, seem determined to end their last trip to earth together!
It's as if their brains are connected together because, when Carlos's cock stands up, Kathy feels heat all over her that makes her cum and causes her lover to ejaculate!
I really wish them to die together.

The crowd is now focused on the living, for on the other side of the Field of the Cross now reigns a stench of decaying bodies exposed to the sun's rays.

Finally, the country's authorities have just decided to leave the bodies permanently on the crosses as examples!

For next year, another hill will serve as the stage for future crucifixions!

What a dream country, Cruxistan, do not delay in coming to visit it.
What a month! What a Panoramic epic. Thank you @piraland for bringing us all together. The whole program was a remarkable accomplishment.
 

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Although the public knows that there will be no more crucifixions, there are still many who see the last crucified suffer and die!

And those who still live are still beautiful to contemplate.

So, despite the endless suffering that is more and more marked on her face, Kathy has lost none of her beauty and charm!
Her perfect body always makes the crowd fantasize and especially her two neighbors!

Carlos feels his strength giving up!
It's been six days since he's been nailed to his cross but despite that his longing for Kathy is still inside him and he proves it to her by the erection of his cock every time he looks at her.
His end is near and, before dying, he still has this urge to ejaculate again a faith in honor of his mistress who only cares for him.

Lox is less proud now, the pain and exhaustion are starting to take over his desire to live, to struggle!
His breathing has become choppy and, although he is still encouraged by many of the women in attendance and by Y — beside him, he begins to wish he would die as soon as possible.

Y--, his neighbor, his most fervent admirer, seems to endure her ordeal quite well and is always plagued by many orgasms!
This crucifixion became for her an inexhaustible source of painful but so intense pleasures.
And yet, she knows it won't last long!
So, you might as well make the most of it and she tries to encourage Lox as much as possible with kind and erotic words that have already made him ejaculate several times under the applause of the crowd in which women openly masturbate in the admiring.

For Chinadol, the adventure is over!
She failed to recover from the exhaustion she was in when she was crucified and therefore passed away in silence, discreetly.
She went out like a candle whose flame had been blown out.

Remain the queen of the forest and her close guard of squirrels and birds who never leave her!
I think all these beasts are sad because they realize that they are going to lose their best friend!
Rias has always loved them and they give her back!
I don’t know what they will all do when she'll die, but I’m sure they won’t give up until then.

Across the rows of crosses have now arrived stray dogs eagerly awaiting the birds of prey to drop scraps of flesh to participate with them in this king's feast.

In a few weeks, the skeletons that will decorate the crosses will become the number 1 attraction for walkers who come to visit Cruxistan as tourists!

There is really only here that you can find such a site!

And to think that next year the show will start again with people who will become, without having asked, the stars of one day of this macabre show.
 
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