Another report of my timetravels
All characters are supposed to be 18+
All characters are fantasy only.
Despair of Agnes
The pain was terrible enough when she was whipped. The nailing of her wrists was excruciating.
The two men who lifted the beam laughed at her cries for mercy.
That short moment her feet left the earth gave her a short agonizing glimpse of the pain she would have to endure till she would die.
The men left her for a short while just standing there. Her bound feet were pulled of the ground quite sudden.
Full weight of her body was on the nails again. Flaming agony coursed through her arms.
Her feet were nailed one on top of the other. Fully crucified now, the men let her go.
She pushed herself up on her nailed feet to relieve the flaming pain in her wrists.
The nail pressing up between her feet bones was hardly better.
She fought to get loose to the amusement of the crowd.
After a while the reality set in No escape of the nails, no position where the pain was tolerable.
She hung for the most part on her wrists with short intervals pushing down on her feet.
To relieve the pain and make it easier to breathe.
(when she she hung the ribcage was stretched out to much for effective breathing)
Her whole being was pain, her thought were filled with the cycle she was forced to make up and down.
A waterskin was offered and she drank. She saw it was a soldier.
He grabbed her crotch and supported her weight.
The pain receded a bit. She heard the crowd howl and cheer.
Please mercy, she managed to beg. You want mercy? I want a blow-job, she heard him say.
Soon she hung while the soldier stood on something with his dick in her mouth.
The pain was to distracting for her, but he came in her mouth by fucking her closed lips.
Agnes hated herself for sucking cock like a common whore. The taste of semen.
She held her side of the bargain for mercy.
He stepped down. And half rolled the tree trunk away a few feet. He sat on it and started to eat some bread just staring at her. Please mercy!! Huh? you promised Mercy!!
You wanted mercy, I wanted a blow-job. I got what I wanted, but we cant win it all.
Despair set in. Betrayed again, she wouldn’t get any mercy, not even a quick death for her effort.
She realized she was going to perish here eventually. No longer afraid of death, she yearned for it.
Slowly the cross squeezed the life out of her. In the end her heart eventually gave out.
Being a strong healthy and young woman had the drawback it took her 2 nights and almost 3 full days.
2 days later her body was taken down and dumped over the city wall.
A week after her mistress accused her of witchcraft only clean bones were left by the scavengers.