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A couple of weeks ago I read a wonderful post by Tiptaste. Some of his comments are posted below:

“Somewhere once, I saw a depiction of three women being prepared for crucifixion. One was being held down on her cross and nailed. She was naked and screaming in agony. Near her, another girl was being held down by two men and raped by another. She was terrified by what was happening to her and by looking over at her friend on the cross. The third woman was standing. Her clothes had just been pulled off. One of the soldiers had her garment over his head as if he had just stripped her. He had an erection and you could suppose that he would be the one raping her. The standing woman also looked terrified and there was a trickle of urine running down her leg and a small puddle on the ground between her legs.

The scene itself was nice enough but the addition of those small details made it great. Not that I'm particularly into bodily functions but when combined with the already intense humiliation, it made it so very real to me.”

I was immediately entranced and inspired by this post and by the image of three women being crucified, in sequence: one being nailed, one being raped before nailing, and one just being stripped. I especially identified with the poor third girl who had to watch the two before her going through the horrible degradation and process of crucifixion. I really identified with that third girl as that is how I often imagine myself in a crucifixion fantasy: some unfortunate girl, perhaps more innocent than guilty, who must endure this horrible death.

Some of this site’s favorite elements of a crucifixion might be missing, but I had to build off the intense mental image I had from Tiptaste’s post. I also included some of my own fantasy elements not so often seen here.

So, here I am, Roxie – the third girl in line.

Rather long, but posted in parts. Hope you enjoy!
 
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Third Girl In Line

Part 1: An introduction to the three girls and the reason for their rather nasty plight.

I’m the third girl in line
One of three “renegades”
We were captured last night
In a clandestine raid
Quickly tried and condemned
By a secret summary court
To be crucified for our crimes
On this very spring morn

With hands tightly bound
And our clothes dishabille
We are marched in a line
To just outside the main gate
When we come to the place
Where we are to die
Assembled crosses are ready
Our crucifixions are nigh

The first girl in line
Barb the Brave is her name
A tall raven-haired beauty
Widespread is her fame
The second her comrade
By Siss she’s known as
A golden-haired lioness
Great courage she has

And I am called Roxie
Nothing special, you see
Barely nineteen years old
I’m young and naive
Rather mousy and plain
Awkward, gangly and pale
Yet endowed with full breasts
In that, by nature, I’m blessed

My tunic is short
Only comes to mid-thigh
The neckline is torn open
And off my shoulders pulled down
The heaving swells of my breasts
And hints of areolas revealed
I blush -- soon I’ll be naked
With barely nothing concealed

Thus scantily dressed
I shiver in the cool air
Facing a horrible death
I know I haven’t a prayer
Barb and Siss turn to me
“We’re sorry, Roxie” said they
“For us this was bound to be
We hoped you’d get away.”

Me, I’m no warrior
Just a covert messenger
I volunteered, fair enough
Thought I had nothing to fear
But I got caught in a raid
And now I’m waiting in line
Bound behind Siss and Barb
Soon to be crucified
 
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Part 2: Roxie reflects on her impending crucifixion.

Though youthful in years
I’ve had many chances to see
Plenty of young women
Both slaves and the free
Nailed naked to crosses
I’ve stared up into their eyes
As they cried out for water
Or a lance thrust to their sides

But I could never imagine
I could never foresee
That someday I’d be that girl
Nailed up naked, screaming
What will it feel like? I wonder
When the nails pierce my flesh
Then to hang from those spikes
Forced to endure the agony

As raw terror consumes me
All I can think is to flee
Suddenly my bladder is bursting
I have a sudden urge to pee
I feel my nipples get hard
As I tense my body for flight
But with arms and hands bound
There’s no escaping in sight

I clench my thighs tight
Balanced on thin, coltish legs
When it comes to me in horror
I’ve taken the last steps of my life
This is the last place I’ll stand
And when I’m laid to the cross
To be nailed to the wood
I’ll never touch ground again

Though the sun’s barely risen
And the air chill and damp
I start sweating profusely
At the horror of it all!
Why must I die on the cross
Could there be no forgiveness
I’ve been a good girl all my life
Why must I suffer like this?

Oh, what of my friends
What of my family
My dear mother and sisters
Are they looking for me?
What will they think when they find me
On a tall cross, crucified
Will they find me in time
So I can say my goodbyes

With our crosses arranged
On the ground in a row
The executioner signals
“Let’s get on with this show!”
Barb is stoic, Siss grimaces
But I’m shaking with fear
Seeing hammers, nails and ropes
My life was never held so dear
 
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Part 3: Roxie watches the crucifixions of Barb and Siss. Roxie is dreadfully violated.

Brave Barb is grabbed first
Stripped naked, thrown down
Her arms pulled ‘cross the wood
To which wrists firmly are bound
Then grabbed by her feet
So long legs are pulled wide
Now with her pussy exposed
Stiff cocks thrust deep inside

Done with their rape
The men fall to their task
They stretch Barb to her cross
And hold her body down fast
Long nails pressed to her wrists
By hammer blows driven deep
I see her crimson blood flow
They do the same to her feet

While transfixed by the image
Of brave Barb being nailed
I see Siss, struggling bravely
Also stripped and pulled down
To be bound to the cross wood
Fighting in fury she lays
Defenseless to her rapists
Her thighs spread on display

As for me, I’m the third girl
The last to be crucified
They come for me now
My poor heart is racing away
As rough hands strip my clothing
My breasts bounce into view
Their proud nipples erect
My face reddens anew

Now defenseless and naked
I shiver in the cool air
No scrap of cloth for a cover
Just my lush pubic hair
The soft curls cover my mons
And veil my pudendal cleft
I squeeze my legs tight together
But am of all modesty bereft

Now the crowd laughs and mocks
At the poor skinny “bitch”
Trying to cower, turn away
Trying to avoid their eye fucks
I summon my courage
As I’m pulled towards my cross
But my legs start to tremble
And my small courage is lost

Overcome by sheer panic
Of what is but moments away
I frantically struggle and fight
When suddenly there sprays
A small spurt from my pee hole
Then a strong, ragged stream
As a waterfall of warm piss
Splashes down my bare legs

As my piss muddies the dirt
And with my struggles for naught
I feel my legs sag beneath me
My bowels come loose as I squat
I bend forward, puke up
The vile bile burns my throat
Retching, hacking and heaving
I must sound like a goat

As strong hands jerk me up
My breasts bobble and sway
The crowd roars its approval
Why are they behaving that way?
I’m not sultry like Barb
Or a beauty like Siss
Given the lack of any garb
It must be my great tits!
 
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roxie said:
Part 2: Roxie reflects on her impending crucifixion.

Though youthful in years
I’ve had many chances to see
Plenty of young women
Both slaves and the free
Nailed naked to crosses
I’ve stared up into their eyes
As they cried out for water
Or a lance thrust to their sides

But I could never imagine
I could never foresee
That someday I’d be that girl
Nailed up naked, screaming
What will it feel like? I wonder
When the nails pierce my flesh
Then to hang from those spikes
Forced to endure the agony

As raw terror consumes me
All I can think is to flee
Suddenly my bladder is bursting
I have a sudden urge to pee
I feel my nipples get hard
As I tense my body for flight
But with arms and hands bound
There’s no escaping in sight

I clench my thighs tight
Balanced on thin, coltish legs
When it comes to me in horror
I’ve taken the last steps of my life
This is the last place I’ll stand
And when I’m laid to the cross
To be nailed to the wood
I’ll never touch ground again

Though the sun’s barely risen
And the air chill and damp
I start sweating profusely
At the horror of it all!
Why must I die on the cross
Could there be no forgiveness
I’ve been a good girl all my life
Why must I suffer like this?

Oh, what of my friends
What of my family
My dear mother and sisters
Are they looking for me?
What will they think when they find me
On a tall cross, crucified
Will they find me in time
So I can say my goodbyes

With our crosses arranged
On the ground in a row
The executioner signals
“Let’s get on with this show!”
Barb is stoic, Siss grimaces
But I’m shaking with fear
Seeing hammers, nails and ropes
My life was never held so dear
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Oh Roxie, this is gooooooooooooooood
 
roxie said:
Part 3: Roxie watches the crucifixions of Barb and Siss.

Brave Barb is grabbed first
Stripped naked, thrown down
Her arms pulled ‘cross the wood
To which wrists firmly are bound
Then grabbed by her feet
So long legs are pulled wide
Now with her pussy exposed
Stiff cocks thrust deep inside

Done with their rape
The men fall to their task
They stretch Barb to her cross
And hold her body down fast
Long nails pressed to her wrists
By hammer blows driven deep
I see her crimson blood flow
They do the same to her feet

While transfixed by the image
Of brave Barb being nailed
I see Siss, struggling bravely
Also stripped and pulled down
To be bound to the cross wood
Fighting in fury she lays
Defenseless to her rapists
Her thighs spread on display

As for me, I’m the third girl
The last to be crucified
They come for me now
My poor heart is racing away
As rough hands strip my clothing
My breasts bounce into view
Their proud nipples erect
My face reddens anew

Now defenseless and naked
I shiver in the cool air
No scrap of cloth for a cover
Just my lush pubic hair
The soft curls cover my mons
And veil my pudendal cleft
I squeeze my legs tight together
But am of all modesty bereft

Now the crowd laughs and mocks
At the poor skinny “bitch”
Trying to cower, turn away
Trying to avoid their eye fucks
I summon my courage
As I’m pulled towards my cross
But my legs start to tremble
And my small courage is lost

Overcome by sheer panic
Of what is but moments away
I frantically struggle and fight
When suddenly there sprays
A small spurt from my pee hole
Then a strong, ragged stream
As a waterfall of warm piss
Splashes down my bare legs

As my piss muddies the dirt
And with my struggles for naught
I feel my legs sag beneath me
My bowels come loose as I squat
I bend forward, puke up
The vile bile burns my throat
Retching, hacking and heaving
I must sound like a goat

As strong hands jerk me up
My breasts bobble and sway
The crowd roars its approval
Why are they behaving that way?
I’m not sultry like Barb
Or a beauty like Siss
Given the lack of any garb
It must be my great tits!
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And it just got better.....wow
 
Part 3, continued:

Before I’m thrown to the wood
Rough hands grab at my breasts
Nipples get twisted and pulled
Strong fingers probe for my sex
As they prise my thighs open
I fight to keep my legs closed
But I can’t stop their gropes
I’m just a girl naked, exposed

As I’m pulled down to my cross
I see Barb’s cross raised erect
And I hear her wild screaming
Hanging in horrid distress
And I see Siss being raped
Her svelte body defiled
On her cross on the ground
Just before being nailed

Laid down on the cross
The hard wood at my back
I see the ends of the crossbeam
With old sets of nail holes
I see the hammer and nails
The nails are hideously long
And taper to a sharp point
I gasp and shudder, terrified

Now stretched out on my cross
Wrists tied, thighs pulled wide
I stare up at poor Barb
As she hangs crucified
And I gaze at Siss next to me
Her face contorted in pain
Back arched and chest heaving
As she’s nailed to the grain

A thrusting cock penetrates me
As Siss’s cross is raised high
To drop with a thud in its hole
I hear Siss’s agonized cries
I scream, scream in pain
As each man takes his turn
As nether lips are rubbed raw
And my fourchette is torn

As the men finish with me
I raise my head from the cross
To stare between pillowed breasts
Over flat belly, furred mons
I squeeze my trembling thighs tight
To reclaim some small modesty
But what the hell does it matter
They’ve taken – nay, stolen -- my virginity

I never had any suitors
The reason is easy to see
I’m just a plain gawky girl
No man had interest in me
I was never given a chance
To offer my body in love
Now ruined, deflowered
I’ll die nailed, naked, unloved
 
Part 4: Roxie is crucified.

They proceed with my nailing
First, someone straddles my hips
Then they push down at my shoulders
As nails are pressed to my wrists
Two others hold down my legs
As I watch the hammer rise up
Then scream as it descends
The pain – it’s fiery incandescent

I faint but for a moment
Then quickly revive
My other wrist is nailed
The pain I cannot describe
I scream and curse like a sailor
As iron scrapes again bone
Though trapped and surrounded
I’m wrapped in agony, alone

Now they pull on my legs
To stretch me to the wood
My bleeding flesh burns like fire
As on iron nails it tugs
My legs are bent at the knees
And, as I arch my back high
To take the pull off my arms
My feet are nailed side by side

It only took a few minutes
To pound four nails into me
I am stretched out and naked
Screaming in great agony
All my muscles tense up
As I feel the cross rising up
Now my wrists pull on the nails
Again, I pass out from the pain

Thud! I awake from my faint
The pain’s roaring in me
Now my cross is erect
Though it wobbles a bit
As they straighten it out
Brace the upright for support
I’ve come to the end of my life
I’m crucified until death
 
I read them all and started.

Keep writing ... you will get the fever!

(not a Bruce ref ) ;)
 
Geeze, give me a chance will you???
 
Part 5: Roxie endures the agony of crucifixion and reflects on human nature.

I was the third girl in line
Now I’m the third crucified
Writhing, cursing and screaming
I join Barb and Siss, side by side
Their curvaceous bodies adorn
The wood on which they’re displayed
Well-toned legs, generous hips
That the crowd cheers to see

As for me, I’m just Roxie
Skinny, bony and pale
Angularly awkward
I’m all elbows and knees
My lanky body contorted writhes
Between nailed wrists and feet
Skinny arms and legs straining
My only curves are my tits

My whole body is tensed
Since my recent ascent
But I can’t hold the position
For my muscles are spent
My arms are pulled tight
As I slide down on my cross
Legs bend, thighs convulse
As I push up on nailed feet

The pain of iron on raw nerves
Slashes up legs, down my arms
To the core of my person
My body uncontrollably shakes
As my legs splay apart
The crowd gets its first view
Of my torn and raped pussy
Dripping globs of men’s cum

Oh, our crucifiers were sweet
To provide each of us three
With a long, sharp, pointy seat
Under our butts for support
I feel the tip between ass cheeks
So I arch out and push up
Position my ass over the point
And slowly slide the shaft in

I look up right and left
Along the lengths of my arms
To see the nail in each wrist
So huge, square and grey
Blood runs in small trails
Down strained arms to armpits
Then down my bony ribcage
And over my slim boyish hips

As I hang my head down
I stare between my full breasts
Pulled up and thrust forward
On my heaving white chest
My brown nipples erect
Rise from wide areolas
Along with my pussy it seems
They’re the best of my charms

I follow the trails of my sweat
As they run down my chest
Then over my belly
To soak my brown bush
I look down at the heads
Of the crowd, horrified
As they stare up at me
Now I’m that girl crucified

The crowd quickly gathers
To see we three poor girls
And as they mock and insult us
I hear “Roxie, we’re here”
Through eyes glazed with pain
I see at the front of my cross
My three sisters are standing
Their faces ashen with shock

Standing huddled together
Their eyes wide open and wild
There’s Eulalia, the youngest
Such a darling sweet child
And dear Messa the eldest
Huge with unborn child
And lovely Yupar, my twin
(Who looks nothing like me)

Don’t look at me sisters
I can’t bear that you see
Me naked before you
Nailed high and bleeding
Messa, take Eul away quick
She’s just a young girl
She should not look at this
Please don’t tell mother I’m here

Now the crowd knows my name
They look on me and cheer
“Hang in there Roxie
Don’t die on us, dear
Your sweet tits are enticing
Your gaping pussy divine
Please, Roxie stay with us
Keep us entertained”

What a sight I must be
Nailed up high and screaming
My body contorted in pain
My womanly parts on display
For my feminine form
I was never noticed before
Now obscenely an object
I’m their favorite whore

As the sun rises high
My fair skin is soon burned
Swarms of flies ‘round me buzz
I can’t drive them away
A special torture they are
Over my face, pussy and tits
In and out of my wounds
As they go about their business

Yupar has stayed with me
Through the heat of the day
But I plead in late afternoon
Yupar, please go away
There’s nothing you can do
I’m only slowly slipping away
On the morrow claim my body
Obtain for me a proper grave

We three suffer all day
And all through the night
As we hang from nailed wrists
And push up on nailed feet
In an excruciating rhythm
That’s a cruel, hideous dance
But with bodies young and supple
Death is held in abeyance

As the sun rises up
We greet the new day
We’re all three still alive
But death’s not far away
From all this time on my cross
My arms are pulled out of joint
I cannot pull up any longer
I must fight for each breath

I never thought I was pretty
Being so skinny and plain
But on the cross I discover
That any woman’s display
Of bared breasts and spread pussy
Becomes an erotic display
That fuels the wild passions
Of the crowds through the day

So as you stop by my cross
Cast your eyes, take your time
At my tortured young body
“Hey bitch, don’tcha look fine!”
Run your gaze up my thighs
Stare long and hard at my tits
But just remember my name
I’m Roxie, the third girl in line

:D
 
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OMG

It's like you are just ............

Love It!

Wragg?

How do you spell Cronikle? :p


Walter? Walter?


ok I'm just being a nut now

:D
 
roxie said:
Whew!!!! Finished!!!!:D

Hope I got it all posted correctly!

Finally...to bed!
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Pant pant pant.
:p
Great stuff, Roxie!

Tense! Moments when you post ... right?

;)
 
I'm literally sputtering for breath right now Roxie! You have me panting and as wet as I can get! And I just showered!:doh: This was so incredible!!!:eek: I don't even know what to say. I do the exact same thing as you when I see a great image. I focus on a really small but thought out detail and create entire stories in my head. Usually when I am squirming in bed half asleep after an hour of CF...:rolleyes: The quality of this piece is just out of this world! I so so enjoyed every bit of it!:) The way you captured the detail and the emotions of her last moments was just fascinating. I hope you write more Roxie! Though I'm not sure I can handle this much of your work in one night!:very_hot: Thank you so much for writing this Roxie!:bdsm-heart: Now where's Eul? This needs archiving pronto...:p
 
roxie said:
Part 5: Roxie endures the agony of crucifixion and reflects on human nature.

I was the third girl in line
Now I’m the third crucified
Writhing, cursing and screaming
I join Barb and Siss, side by side
Their curvaceous bodies adorn
The wood on which they’re displayed
Well-toned legs, generous hips
That the crowd cheers to see

As for me, I’m just Roxie
Skinny, bony and pale
Angularly awkward
I’m all elbows and knees
My lanky body contorted writhes
Between nailed wrists and feet
Skinny arms and legs straining
My only curves are my tits

My whole body is tensed
Since my recent ascent
But I can’t hold the position
For my muscles are spent
My arms are pulled tight
As I slide down on my cross
Legs bend, thighs convulse
As I push up on nailed feet

The pain of iron on raw nerves
Slashes up legs, down my arms
To the core of my person
My body uncontrollably shakes
As my legs splay apart
The crowd gets its first view
Of my torn and raped pussy
Dripping globs of men’s cum

Oh, our crucifiers were sweet
To provide each of us three
With a long, sharp, pointy seat
Under our butts for support
I feel the tip between ass cheeks
So I arch out and push up
Position my ass over the point
And slowly slide the shaft in

I look up right and left
Along the lengths of my arms
To see the nail in each wrist
So huge, square and grey
Blood runs in small trails
Down strained arms to armpits
Then down my bony ribcage
And over my slim boyish hips

As I hang my head down
I stare between my full breasts
Pulled up and thrust forward
On my heaving white chest
My brown nipples erect
Rise from wide areolas
Along with my pussy it seems
They’re the best of my charms

I follow the trails of my sweat
As they run down my chest
Then over my belly
To soak my brown bush
I look down at the heads
Of the crowd, horrified
As they stare up at me
Now I’m that girl crucified

The crowd quickly gathers
To see we three poor girls
And as they mock and insult us
I hear “Roxie, we’re here”
Through eyes glazed with pain
I see at the front of my cross
My three sisters are standing
Their faces ashen with shock

Standing huddled together
Their eyes wide open and wild
There’s Eulalia, the youngest
Such a darling sweet child
And dear Messa the eldest
Huge with unborn child
And lovely Yupar, my twin
(Who looks nothing like me)

Don’t look at me sisters
I can’t bear that you see
Me naked before you
Nailed high and bleeding
Messa, take Eul away quick
She’s just a young girl
She should not look at this
Please don’t tell mother I’m here

Now the crowd knows my name
They look on me and cheer
“Hang in there Roxie
Don’t die on us, dear
Your sweet tits are enticing
Your gaping pussy divine
Please, Roxie stay with us
Keep us entertained”

What a sight I must be
Nailed up high and screaming
My body contorted in pain
My womanly parts on display
For my feminine form
I was never noticed before
Now obscenely an object
I’m their favorite whore

As the sun rises high
My fair skin is soon burned
Swarms of flies ‘round me buzz
I can’t drive them away
A special torture they are
Over my face, pussy and tits
In and out of my wounds
As they go about their business

Yupar has stayed with me
Through the heat of the day
But I plead in late afternoon
Yupar, please go away
There’s nothing you can do
I’m only slowly slipping away
On the morrow claim my body
Obtain for me a proper grave

We three suffer all day
And all through the night
As we hang from nailed wrists
And push up on nailed feet
In an excruciating rhythm
That’s a cruel, hideous dance
But with bodies young and supple
Death is held in abeyance

As the sun rises up
We greet the new day
We’re all three still alive
But death’s not far away
From all this time on my cross
My arms are pulled out of joint
I cannot pull up any longer
I must fight for each breath

I never thought I was pretty
Being so skinny and plain
But on the cross I discover
That any woman’s display
Of bared breasts and spread pussy
Becomes an erotic display
That fuels the wild passions
Of the crowds through the day

So as you stop by my cross
Cast your eyes, take your time
At my tortured young body
“Hey bitch, don’tcha look fine!”
Run your gaze up my thighs
Stare long and hard at my tits
But just remember my name
I’m Roxie, the third girl in line

:D
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Roxie, I am speechless...there is nothing more to say....this has to be one of the best ever....I am so wet.... wow, wow, wow and wow!
 
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