Winds of Change

[thehangingtree]

Angelea was placed in a cell to spend the night waiting for her trial. She was held naked, a practice held by the Imperians for confessed women awaiting their punishment for their ‘sins’. Angelea, overly proud of her body, did not mind the lewd stares of the guards. She knew they would gladly take a body as fine as hers. However, Angelea wonders what punishment she was in for.



Her stepmothers words ran through her head. You are the governor’s daughter. They would never subject you to a public whipping! ‘What will I be subjected to?’ she wondered.

The next day the soldiers led her from her cell and brought her to the town’s square, conveniently situated beneath her father’s balcony. Though naked before the leering eyes of what must be the whole population of Imperia, Angelea boldly declared “I know what is expected of me. I don’t need your services to escort me!”



Angelea looked about at the crowd staring at her.



There is no point waiting she thought and climbed the stairs to greet her father and the commander of the guards. The commander noted “A fine looking woman your daughter is!”



Marcus could not held agreeing with the commander. Angelea huffed “Enough admiring my body. I believe there is a judgement to be made about my fate.”

Marcus turned to the crowd and in a commanding voice called out “People of Imperia, it pains me my daughter has confessed to actions you hold sinful. It is with great but sorrowful respect to your culture is present her before your elders to determine her penance. Wise men of Imperia, what do you declare for my daughter’s penance?”

Much to Marcus’ surprise, the elders in a unified voice cry back “Crucify her! Nail her to a cross and make her die a prolonged death!”



Marcus was stunned. He called out for their mercy, but the elders repeated their chant even louder. Angelea, overwhelmed by a warm glow in her loins, cries out “No, father! It is their verdict. You must respect it!”



Nearly overcome in disbelief, Marcus ordered his soldiers to take Angelea away. They begin to lock an iron collar about her neck. The commander begins to apologize but Angelea was having none of it. She boldly declared “I am your prisoner, not the governor’s daughter. Do what you must!”



The soldiers needed no further encouragement. As Angelea was led down the stairs, she heard her father proclaim “A week from today Angelea will be taken to the hill, nailed to a cross, and be raised to hang naked from it until she is dead.”

Angelea nearly came as she heard his words…

 

[Barbaria1]

She was being overly optimistic.

Uh huh … when will they ever learn. Since when has optimism ever ever served anyone well in a Tree story? Eh? Name me one instance? I double dare ya!

 

[Barbaria1]

Angelea nearly came as she heard his words…

Was she going somewhere?

 

[thehangingtree]

Uh huh … when will they ever learn. Since when has optimism ever ever served anyone well in a Tree story? Eh? Name me one instance? I double dare ya!

Was she going somewhere?

Very pessimistic thought, and 'Angelea nearly came' refers to an orgas... oh, never mind!!!

 

[thehangingtree]

Angelea was placed in a cell to wait the week until her crucifixion would occur.



If one feels sorry for her, remember from earlier in this tale, Angelea loved to watch women suffer their final hours hanging nailed to their crosses. She found their painful twists and squirming from their crossed strangely arousing.



She found it so arousing she fantasized herself being one of the condemned women hanging from her cross above the commoners of Imperia.



Angelea dreamed of looking down her naked body and watching her breasts shift on her chest as she would twist between the spikes holding her to the cross.



Of course, all this was a dream. No one would ever condemn the governor’s daughter to be a naked spectacle nailed to a cross. But she sat in her father’s own dungeon with less than a week before she would be the woman the crowds would come to see as she would be spread naked before them, with spikes through her arms and feet.

She played with the chain that joined the irons locked around her ankles.



It was all because Cleric Wragg had forced her to confess all her sins, even some she had never done. He was the reason she would be crucified. Angelea walked to the bars of her cell.



‘Somehow I have to thank him for this’ Angelea thought…

 

[thehangingtree]

The weeklong wait was hell on Angelea. Most women would spend the time dreading the horrible fate awaiting them. Angelea found the wait in her cell pure boredom.



‘Why must I wait a week till I am crucified’ she wondered. She could not tell them she looked forward to being crucified. If they knew there was a chance they would find another way to put her to death, perhaps something as mundane as beheading her.



No, she must be crucified! She must be raised above the people so they can see what the governor’s daughter looks like as she hangs naked over them.



‘Let them marvel at my body, displayed for their entertainment but as in life, I will be as much out of reach crucified as I am in life’ Angelea thinks.

Unlike other women condemned to death by crucifixion who dreaded the passing of their few short days, Angelea spent her time imagining herself nailed to her cross and looking down at the throng she imagined would be admiring her nude body presented stretched on the cross. She would help pass the time rubbing the folds of her pussy.



It did not cross her mind that on the cross there would be no satisfying her desires. She also forgot how she treated women while they were crucified, how she would use her position as the governor’s daughter to get close to the women on the cross and mercilessly taunt them as they hanged above her.



Angelea was sure she would be admired as she hanged from her cross. She was pretty sure there would be few mourning her crucifixion but consoled herself that they had never seen as fine a woman as her mounted on the wood.



Angelea’s days before her crucifixion were dwindling down. She was surprised she had a pair of visitors from Anjou. Angelea never studied geography and was unaware they had traveled south from what would later be known as France. She leaned against the cell’s bars and said “I don’t know you. Did you come to see me crucified?”



“Oh, how rude of me” the blonde exclaimed. “I am Messaline and this is my… this is Judith. We came because it will be you they are crucifying. My goodness, you are the governor’s daughter. It will be the closest thing we will see to royalty on the cross!”

“And because of your status, we brought a gift for you. Tell her about it” Judith said.

Messaline huffed and said “You are ruining the surprise, Judith! Oh, Angelea, we brought a premium French cross for them to crucify you on. Imagine you will last days hanging from the cross before you… um… pass on!”



Angelea seemed less than enthused. That night she fingered her pussy.



Angelea wondered how she could last days without satisfying herself…

 

[thehangingtree]

It was the night before Angelea was to be crucified. In the dungeon’s darkness her stepmother Orcadia visits with her.

“Tomorrow you will be crucified and hang naked from your cross until you are dead” Orcadia said with anger edging her words. “The crowd will enjoy your suffering. While there is peace in Imperia, do you not know they hold our homeland in contempt? The sight of you nailed to a cross will bring them great pleasure!”

“The sight of me nailed to the cross should please them. They have never seen such a woman crucified before” Angelea defiantly replied.

“Angelea, they have never seen a governor’s daughter crucified before. Your suffering and death will bring them vast happiness. And while you spend your last night displayed naked dying on the cross, I will be consoling your father over the loss of his daughter in ways you cannot imagine” Orcadia proudly stated. “Picture me soothing your father’s heart with my body as yours withers away in the darkness of the night.

Angelea lowers her head and said “That is not possible! He will be crestfallen with my death!”

“Angelea, look at me. Do you not think the touch of my body can overwhelm his grief?”



Angelea awoke alone in her cell. In the dim light of lit torches, she walks to the cell’s bars. She called out Orcadia’s name but got no answer. She called for the guards whose distant voice yelled back “Get some sleep, you’re going to need it tomorrow.”

Fear inside her matches the desire of her naked crucifixion.



‘Could they really come to see the governor’s daughter be put to death’ Angelea wonders, suddenly worried she will hang naked before a horde of commoners…

 

[thehangingtree]

Angelea did not sleep well during her last night before her crucifixion. She toyed with the shackles locked around her ankles.



She fidgeted about in her cell imagining what it would be like carrying her cross to the hill where she would be crucified. She hoped she would look superb as she carried the cross up the hill to her execution.



As the early morning light streamed into her cell, she realized that being crucified was something she had desired.



She also knew her father Marcus would never commute her sentence. Even his daughter’s life was worth sacrificing for his political goals and what other governor had put his daughter to death for the good of the homeland?

It was still early morning when a guard came to fetch Angelea. He walked her down the stone corridors of the dungeon. He casually mentioned he would miss her once she was crucified. She understood his thoughts as she had bedded him more than once over the years. Angelea asked “Must my arms be bound? I will not try to escape.”

The guard sighed “You aren’t the gov’s daughter anymore, just a condemned prisoner a short walk from your crucifixion.”



Outside of the dungeon, Angelea was surrounded by soldiers. Though there wasn’t one she hadn’t slept with, they treated her as they would any other prisoner with no sign of their past liaisons. They busied themselves removing the irons binding her wrists.



The head guard said “She can’t carry the cross with her hand bound like that.”

He too ignored their numerous romantic encounters as the crossbeam was loaded on her shoulders and her wrists bound to it with her arms widely spread. Angelea was completely displayed and with her wrists bound to the beam, completely defenseless. The dungeon’s warden reached up and painfully pinched her nipple.



He snarled “I wish all women prisoners were like you.”

Angelea grimaced from the pinch. The warden said “Take this wench away. There are people waiting to see her crucified!”

Angelea was marched from the courtyard and was surrounded by the hostile Imperians. The guards did little more than insure the crowd did not touch her. They were not concerned the people were well within range to spit on her.



It was a beautiful day to watch a woman being crucified for the spectators but almost unbearably warm for Angelea. The sun seemed to bake her bare skin but she could do nothing about it. Angelea was surrounded by Imperian women that kept the crowd back. It was hardly for her well-being. They were only interested she would be of sound body to suffer all the agonies of her crucifixion.



As Angelea reached the edge of town, a rope was placed around her neck being the nails that would soon be driven though her limbs and hold to the cross she would hang from until she died.



The three spikes weighed less than some of her jewelry but her jewelry was not soon to be driven through her wrists and feet. At least the crowd had thinned. Instead of climbing the hill, Magnus had supplied horse-drawn wagons to take them to the summit. Angelea was left carrying the beam up the hill, accompanied by the rattle of the spikes she carried and under the watchful eyes of her father’s soldiers.



It was barely more than ten meters up to the crest of the hill. Angelea’s crucifixion fantasies were about to be replaced by some very harsh realities…

 

[Wragg]

Barbara was the last lifted. She seemed to have the best lungs

Among other parts of her anatomy...

The high cleric’s name is Wragg but it would be many years before a descendant of his would be known as ‘Archbishop Wragg.

See, Gentle Reader? I come from a long line of hypocritical bastards!

Father will send you to the far reaches of England when he finds out about this!”

Trust me, crucifixion is a far better fate than that!

Cleric Wragg’s means of questioning would not pass the methods allowed in today’s world.

Not even the far reaches of England?

Being an educated man, Wragg

He has an Advanced level in Applied Flagitiousness

Still Angelea refused to confess

If Wragg is one of my ancestors, is Angelea one of Barb's? That steely determination seems familiar...

The tradesman quickly tired of Angelea’s complaining

Yup. That's a clincher. Barb's great great....great grandma, for sure.

If one feels sorry for her

Which one? Not me, guv'nor!

Angelea’s crucifixion fantasies were about to be replaced by some very harsh realities…

Another rip-roaring tale from THT!

 

[thehangingtree]

Angelea’s march to her crucifixion clouded her fantasies of being crucified. It started when the dungeon guards taunted her as they took her from the cell and mounted the beam on her shoulder. Being marched through Imperia behind a mounted soldier opened her eyes that the citizens were more than excited to see another woman crucified. Guards had to fight back the people lest they kill her before she reached the hill.



Their jeers reminded Angelea she was not another woman to be put to death on a cross but that she was the governor’s daughter.

Outside the city’s wall Angelea was forced to climb the hill where at the top she would be nailed to the cross, raised for all to see, and hang from its face until the rigors of being crucified finished her life. Just climbing the hill would have been difficult enough as the prisoner’s path was paved with sharp stones that tore at her bare feet. But Angelea had to carry the beam her wrists would be nailed to. Even the ‘premium French wood’ weighed almost half of what she did. The three spikes dangling from her neck bounced against her breasts, reminding her with each step why she was taking this walk.



Angelea arrived at the hilltop. She was amazed at the number of Imperians standing around waiting to see them nail her to the cross. The crowd stayed back only because she was surrounded by her father’s soldiers who eagerly untied her wrists from the beam. She glared at the men and hissed “How can you do this to me? I have slept with all of you!”

One guard answered “I’m sure it was only to cure your boredom. Now we have a job to do and that’s crucifying you.”



They lifted the beam from Angelea’s shoulders. Free of the burden of the wood, she looked about and saw Marcus. She said “I am surprised you are here. Do you have to watch your daughter be nailed to her cross?”



There was a coldness in his voice when he said “It pains me to put you to death, but I do so only for the good of our homeland. The loss of your life is a small price for continued peace with the Imperians. Executioner, take her to the cross!”

The hooded man grabs her arm and brings her through the crowd. He softly said “It will be over quickly.”



Angelea looks down and pulls back. The hammering she heard while she talked with her father was men nailing the beam to the stipe of the cross. Though Angelea recognized the man’s voice she could not remember which of the men he was that she slept with. In a raised voice she pleaded “Don’t put me on that!”

He replied “I have to. You’re just the governor’s daughter. But the Governor is the man that pays me.”

Angelea stepped forward and loudly said “I am Angelea, the governor’s daughter! You have no right to put me to death!”



The crowd shouted back “CRUCIFY HER!!!”

A guard grabbed her arms.



“Looks like your time has run out” he coldly said…

 

[thehangingtree]

“Looks like your time has run out” he coldly said and with that the soldiers dragged Angelea to the waiting cross. For a small woman against several men, she put up a hell of a fight.



Though Angelea had witnessed many women being crucified, the torture they experienced was, to her, entertaining. The women, for the most part, fought being brought to the cross. There were a few who went without resistance. Perhaps they were resigned to their fate or their dignified surrender to their sentence was their last act of defiance against the state. Either way, all gave hideous screams as the spikes were driven through their wrist and feet. Angelea had always found their agony amusing. But now as the soldiers dragged her to her cross, Angelea was not of the ‘willing victim’ set.

When they tossed her on top of the cross, her fantasy of being crucified fled from her as she felt the hard, unrelenting wood press against her flesh. She desperately tried to flee but there were too many large soldiers about her that easily kept her at least somewhat on the cross.



Angelea was not expecting what happened next. She found herself face down on the rocky soil and an Imperian man kneeling between her legs. He grabbed her hair and scornfully said “You were the governor’s daughter that enjoyed seeing our women put to death on a cross. But now you are just one of them. Let’s give you a proper goodbye.”

Angelea felt his erect cock wedge between her ass’ cheeks. She squealed “NO! YOU CAN’T DO THAT!”

But the man forced his erection into her anus. Angelea shrieked in pain and humiliation as he thrust his cock deep into her bowels.



In front of hordes of people she had ruled over, she was forced the most brutal anal fucking she had even experienced. Stones in the soiled ripped at her forearms and legs as he fucked her ass. For the most part her breasts were spared only because the man reached around to grab at her tender mounds. As a copious amount of his cum squirted into her ass, he crudely said “Those tits are going to look great swinging from your chest when you’re crucified!”

Angelea grunted as he pulled his still-erect cock from her ass. Though hardly a virgin of this type of sex, he was the most generously endowed man to take her that way. His cum spilled from her gaping rectum but that was the least of her concerns. Large sweaty soldiers grabbed her and wrestled her onto the cross.



Even though the French woman had bragged the cross was made of premium French wood, Angelea felt the splinters of wood dig into her back. One soldier knelt over her belly to steady her as another pulled her arm out over the beam. She cried out “Don’t do that” but he did not listen.



More soldiers grabbed her arms securing them over the beam. Angelea was helpless spread over her cross as other soldiers gathered the spikes and mallets to secure her to the cross.



She whimpered “Please, don’t do this!”

But she watched them place the spikes over her wrists. In mere moments she would be one with the cross.



Angelea began to scream as she watched the first mallet swing down and hit the spike.



She hadn’t felt the real pain yet…

 

[messaline]

Not into the hand, Tree, you know well ! ...

 

[thehangingtree]

View attachment 1192188 Not into the hand, Tree, you know well ! View attachment 1192190 ...

Trust me, they know what they are doing. It really is in the wrist!!!

 

[thehangingtree]

Angelea’s crucifixion began in earnest as the soldiers began driving spikes through her wrists to attach her arms to the cross. She let out an animal-like scream of pain as the first spike was driven through her wrist.



This did not deter the crew nailing Angelea to the cross. To them she had been an enjoyable pastime but it was her father Marcus that had signed the order to crucify the woman and he paid their wages. They wailed away at the spikes being driven through her wrist. The blows of the mallets masked the sound of her tearing flesh and the spikes grinding against her bones. Angelea’s legs flailing about visually betrayed her pain.



One of the larger men grabbed her feet to keep her from injuring the mwn nailing her wrists.



With Angelea’s wrists secured to the cross, her stepmother Orcadia knelt above her head. She gently stroked Angelea’s face and softly said “You did well, child. I believe Cleric Wragg has something to say to the crowd.



As Cleric Wragg stepped up, he looked down with distain at the woman lying nailed with her wrists secured to the cross by a pair of spikes. In the noblest of voices he proclaimed “This woman came to our land to kill many of our people, plunder our riches, and commit sins to outrageous to repeat in public. Soldiers, I beseech you that before you nail this whore’s feet to the cross and raise her to hang from it until she is dead, take the time to fornicate this witch so as she dies she will know she deserves the agony she suffers before she expires!”



One of the Imperian women standing nearby exclaimed “Oh, how wonderful! They are going to fuck the bitch before they raise her up!”

Angelea says words in her native tongue that cleanly translates to “You can’t be serious!”



But one of the crew dropped his pants and climbed over Angelea. She pleaded “You’re not going to fuck me here, are you?”

The man replied “Just watch and feel it!”


And that was all she could do as he plunged his erect cock into her defenseless loins. In front of the Impenians he pounded her pussy while another soldier finished driving the spikes through her wrists.


He finished and stood over Angelea. She raised her hips searching for comfort she would not find.



The soldiers called over a local carpenter to drive the last spike through her feet and attach them to the stipe.



He was more a carpenter than a gentleman as he visciously drove the spike through her feet and nailed them to the cross. Angelea screamed in agony but she could do nothing. She was now the cross’ prisoner…

 

[thehangingtree]

The nailing of Angelea to the cross took only a couple of minutes but her crucifixion was something special. As the governor’s daughter a show had to be made of her execution. Her march to the hill was surrounded by a hostile Imperian crowd that wanted to see her nailed to the cross instead of the handful of mourning people sympathetic to the condemned woman being marched to her death. The wild crowd was treated to Angelea being ass-fucked before her wrists were nailed to the cross then there was delightful raping of her before her feet were spiked.

Now Angelea lies on the premium French cross with a pair of spikes holding her wrists to the cross and a third driven through both her feet.



It was the high cleric Wragg that suggested she be given a few moments rest to acclimate to the pain of the spikes being driven through her limbs. Governor Marcus heeded his advice. He knew that while he was in power over Imperia the cleric held the ability to make his reign very short-lived. Of course, Cleric Wragg had sympathy for Angelea. Crucifying her was a show and he was milking it for all it was worth. He was well aware no governor of any territory had ever put his daughter to death.

Nearly a quarter hour passed when Marcus signaled the commander of the soldiers to raise the cross with his daughter nailed to it. Crucifixions are a messy event and there were paid mercenaries there to lift Angelea and her cross. One of them leaned down and cupped her head. Almost with kindness he asked “Is the lady ready to be raised?”



One of the biggest of the mercenaries lifted the left side of Angelea’s cross. She cried out as her weight shifted, enlarging the hole the spike had made when it was driven through her wrist.



The soldiers joined in raising the cross. The two-hundred seventy pounds of cross and its prisoner was heavy enough, but Angelea’s body shifting as she was raised made it difficult to control.



As the cross raised, Angelea begged them to stop as she slid down the stipe. The weight of her body stretched her arms and any effort to support herself with her legs sent pain racing up her legs from her broken feet. She was halfway raised when the soldiers seemed to run out of steam.



Angelea begged them to stop but was greeted by cheers from the crowd when the mercenaries took over. The men had no problem raising the cross and either ignored or did not understand Angelea’s pleas that they should stop.



The base of the stipe started to slide into the hole dug to receive it.



With a loud thud and Angelea’s scream the cross dropped into its mount. Stunned by the drop and the sudden stop of her fall Angelea was stunned…



… but she was now crucified and her agony was just beginning…

 

[thehangingtree]

Angelea’s execution on the cross went much the same as any other that preceded hers. When she was first raised, the stunning pain of the cross dropping in its mounting hole stunned her and she hung limp from her cross.



After a few minutes, she began to react to the ungodly pain she was in. She shimmied on the face of the cross trying to find comfort her stretched body could not find.



Angelea pushed against the cross with her feet arching her body as much as the spikes would allow. She had been crucified a quarter hour and for the first time she addressed the hostile crowd of Imperians. With the firmest voice she could manage she yelled “I am Angelea, the governor’s daughter. You have no right to do this to me!”



Inspired by her yells the crowd shouted back jeers, wishing she would suffer days on the cross before she met her demise. The fact Angelea was the governor’s daughter only inspired more enthusiasm seeing her suffer.

Angelea drooped done on the cross to hang from her wrists. Had she been crucified longer such a rest may have been fatal, but she was young and, though stretching her arms and chest, it only added to her agony. Angelea moaned something that the guards below could not hear over the crowd. The one in charge said to one of the men “Get a ladder and climb up there. Find out what she is saying.”



A ladder was found and the man climbed up the back of the cross. He leaned over the cross and asked “Woman, what are you saying?”

Angelea whimpered “Get me down! You are hurting me!”

“No, woman, we are killing you. You are a condemned prisoner and you must suffer and die on this cross” he explained.



“Then put a knife in me and end my suffering” Angelea demanded.

“Oh no, you have been sentenced to die crucified. You have only been here an hour. You have many hours of suffering before you die” he explained.

Later a carriage arrived and Orcadia stepped out. She approached Angelea’s cross and looked her over. She commented “You look good nailed up there. You could take days to die!”



“I am your stepdaughter! How can allow them to do this to me” Angelea cried.

“Angelea, I helped arrange your crucifixion” Orcadia proudly replied. I must say you looked more energetic when they raised you!”



“But not, you are just a condemned criminal dying on the cross” Orcadia mused.

“We were like sisters! How could you do this to me” Angelea asked.

“You never accepted me as your mother” Orcadia said as she stroked Angelea’s leg.



“Now look at you! A condemned woman dying nailed to a cross” Orcadia said. “My, it is hot on this hill. I must return to my home and have a drink. I guess sleeping with Cleric Wragg was worth it to see you crucified like this.”

Orcadia retreated to her carriage leaving Angelea graphically displayed spread naked on the cross.



Angelea whispered “You can’t kill me this way.”

But the cross and the three spikes held her to the face of the cross. The inanimate objects cared not for her desires…

 

[Wragg]

I guess sleeping with Cleric Wragg was worth it to see you crucified like this.”

I'm sure it was worth it anyway.

 

[thehangingtree]

Angelea had been crucified for six hours. She hanged from her cross moving as much as her nailed limbs and the cross against her back would allow.



It was not the same scene as that morning when she arrived on the hilltop. A crowd of Imperians had gathered to see her crucified. Angelia tried to cover her naked body from them.



It was not modesty that drive her actions, but these were mere conquered people unworthy of seeing her bare flesh. That came to an end when she was ass-fucked and then her wrists were nailed to the cross. She was, at the high cleric suggestion raped before her feet were nailed to the cross. Both her assailants’ cum and her urine flowed between her legs.



By nine o’clock that morning, Angelea hanged spread naked before a pleased but noisy crowd Imperians. They were excited the governor’s daughter was being crucified for lewd behavior.



After she was crucified and the crowd calmed down somewhat, the privileged class of Imperia were allowed near her cross. They gathered and stared at her as if knowing the torments the cross was inflicting on her body.



But as the day warmed and Angelea relieved herself before them, by noon they retreated back to town to wash the filth of the hill from their mouths and relive the tortures of Angelea they had witnessed that morning.

Back on the hill, the commoners still gathered around Angelea’s cross. The women turned out to be the worst of the audience, touching themselves in lewd manners as they tried to imagine the suffering Angelea was feeling.



They all felt Angelea’s torment was most erotic but by mid-afternoon even the commoners began to drift off the hill as the midday heat was more than they could tolerate.

Angelea was alone hanging from her cross.



Alone except the few unluck guards stationed there to insure no one would speed Angelea’s demise…

 

[thehangingtree]

Angelea had been on the cross for nine hours. The guards, tired of hearing her bitch about being thirsty, pissed on a sponge and hoist it up to her mouth. She must have been parched as she sucked it dry.



Down below in Imperia, Marcus looked up at his crucified daughter. His wife Orcadia joins him and asked “What is troubling you?”

Marcus showed the first sign of doubt about crucifying Angelea. He said “She is suffering terribly up there on the cross!”

“Of course she is, dear. She is being put to death and pain comes with that” Orcadia replied.

“There are quicker ways to kill someone” he snapped.

“Yes, but would it help you career as much” Orcadia asked. “Let me take you to bed and give you something else to think about.”



As they retire to the bedroom, the carpenter shuffles up to Angelea’s cross. She looked down and asked “What do you want? Are you bothered I am not dead yet?”

He looked up and said “You aren’t the first woman I crucified. You’re in good enough shape you should last till tomorrow.”

“TOMORROW? Do you know how much this thing is hurting me now” Angelea demanded. “Do I look OK on this cross?”

Tree replied “Yeah, but you’d look better in my bed.”



“I’d feel better in your bed” Angelea sighs…

 

[thehangingtree]

Angelea had witnessed many women put to death by crucifixion. She had arranged for some of their executions. She thought there was something erotic how their bodies twisted on their crosses. The best were the innocent women of Imperia that were crucified for questionable reasons at best. They squirmed and begged for their freedom as their crosses slowly took their lives.



She had visions of herself being nailed to a cross. She imagined how spectacular she would look, displayed naked on a cross. The thought that none of the women she had seen crucified did not survive their ordeal never entered her mind.

But now, due to her stepmother’s contempt, Cleric Wragg’s still corrupt power, and her father Marcus’ blind political ambition, she hangs nailed to her own cross.



Her imagined crucifixion had met the reality of hanging from the cross.

Take a moment to contemplate this form of execution. It was not designed merely to put someone to death but to make them suffer as they died. Angelea hanged from her cross naked and displayed for all to see. The spikes insured she could not escape her punishment. The three spikes that held her spread on the cross not only fastened her to the wood, but contributed to her loss of blood and energy.

The skill of the crew who crucified her made sure she would not die a swift death from blood loss. The spikes had allowed only a fifth of her blood to pass and clotting had slowed even that. She hanged from the cross wracked in pain while a since of boredom crept in.



Angelea could move her head, allowing her to look around at the thinning crowd of spectators. She could look down her body and watch her breasts heave on her chest as she drew in each breath.



And there were those breasts. How many men had she seduced to bed with those assets? But crucified, they were ornaments bobbing on her chest, out of reach from the touch of her hands dangling from her nailed wrists. Beyond her breasts were her bent legs nailed to the stipe. Beyond them was the earth far below her nailed feet, not to be touched by her as long as she lived on the cross.

Angelea hanged from the face of the cross. She looked about at her nailed body.



There would be no escaping the tortures of the cross… until death claimed her.