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Troubles for Queen Deborah
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You were a queen. I think she will look quite well nailed to a cross! ...worthless bitch...
Tree
Let us not work too hard for this wench!!!
Sister Discipline feels that Queen Deborah is being treated far too gently to get her to confess. She tries to convince Archbishop Wragg to let her escalate the inquisition of Deborah.
While her efforts were appreciated Archbishop Wragg is not convinced a new direction was needed. He is sure that Queen Deborah will confess soon but he is unconcerned that T. H. Tree is being paid daily to remain in Lesbia to crucify Deborah when she confesses. Sister Discipline ups the ante and offers a young nun to the archbishop to deflower the young nun’s bum. In this modern day this would be a scandalous offering but the young nun is honored to lose her anal virginity to the archbishop instead of some monk or friar.
The young nun’s efforts were indeed effective. Archbishop Wragg gives Sister Discipline free leeway to make Queen Deborah confess!
I have experienced more than I have even at Eulalia’s Chamber of Discipline and Coffee Shop. Now Sister Discipline has control over my interrogation. It is one thing for the sadistic monks to try to extract my confession. It is a raised levy on me when a woman who really knows what hurts a woman is calling what will happen to me.
Her first call is the wooden horse. I have seen women mounted on them. It is obviously a horrible devise and I have never tried one. I am no fool for punishment and have refused to try one until today.
It is now not my choice. My arms are bound tightly behind my back with a rope wrapped around my chest to restrict my breathing. I am lowered onto the horse and my ankles are bound up behind my bum. The metal cap tears at my womanhood and splits my bottom. How long I am perched on it was longer than I thought I could stand yet I offer no confession.
Sister Discipline has more in mind for me. The next morning I am taken to a hill and tied to a short cross with a stake impaling my womanhood. The rough wood tears at my soft folds and I can take no more. I confess to having Barbara Moore executed to hide my involvement in Piper Marie’s hanging!
Even a queen has her limits. My young womanhood is ruined by the stake impaling me. I am but a shell of the woman brought here. I give up! Take me to the cross and finish me!
I sign my confession and am ordered back to the capital. I am chained in the back of a prison van. Thick metal shafts fill my torn womanhood and arse end. I am condemned to die crucified with my only hope being my own court will vacate my sentence. I know that will not happen. You do not release your queen if the diocese wants her dead.
I am so fucking dead…
-Debbie …just a convict now…
While her efforts were appreciated Archbishop Wragg is not convinced a new direction was needed. He is sure that Queen Deborah will confess soon but he is unconcerned that T. H. Tree is being paid daily to remain in Lesbia to crucify Deborah when she confesses. Sister Discipline ups the ante and offers a young nun to the archbishop to deflower the young nun’s bum. In this modern day this would be a scandalous offering but the young nun is honored to lose her anal virginity to the archbishop instead of some monk or friar.
The young nun’s efforts were indeed effective. Archbishop Wragg gives Sister Discipline free leeway to make Queen Deborah confess!
I have experienced more than I have even at Eulalia’s Chamber of Discipline and Coffee Shop. Now Sister Discipline has control over my interrogation. It is one thing for the sadistic monks to try to extract my confession. It is a raised levy on me when a woman who really knows what hurts a woman is calling what will happen to me.
Her first call is the wooden horse. I have seen women mounted on them. It is obviously a horrible devise and I have never tried one. I am no fool for punishment and have refused to try one until today.
It is now not my choice. My arms are bound tightly behind my back with a rope wrapped around my chest to restrict my breathing. I am lowered onto the horse and my ankles are bound up behind my bum. The metal cap tears at my womanhood and splits my bottom. How long I am perched on it was longer than I thought I could stand yet I offer no confession.
Sister Discipline has more in mind for me. The next morning I am taken to a hill and tied to a short cross with a stake impaling my womanhood. The rough wood tears at my soft folds and I can take no more. I confess to having Barbara Moore executed to hide my involvement in Piper Marie’s hanging!
Even a queen has her limits. My young womanhood is ruined by the stake impaling me. I am but a shell of the woman brought here. I give up! Take me to the cross and finish me!
I sign my confession and am ordered back to the capital. I am chained in the back of a prison van. Thick metal shafts fill my torn womanhood and arse end. I am condemned to die crucified with my only hope being my own court will vacate my sentence. I know that will not happen. You do not release your queen if the diocese wants her dead.
I am so fucking dead…
-Debbie …just a convict now…
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Debbie30
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Sister Discipline ups the ante and offers a young nun to the archbishop to deflower the young nun’s bum. In this modern day this would be a scandalous offering but the young nun is honored to lose her anal virginity to the archbishop instead of some monk or friar.
I feel so betrayed , he promised to be my loyal subject for life.
Debbie, he's a priest. He has a higher calling... Like seeing you naked and crucified...
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Debbie30
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I sign my confession and am ordered back to the capital. I am chained in the back of a prison van. Thick metal shafts fill my torn womanhood and arse end. I am condemned to die crucified with my only hope being my own court will vacate my sentence. I know that will not happen. You do not release your queen if the diocese wants her dead.
It seems he will get his wish
I agree,I do not like her...she had Barb crucified.
It seems Queen Deborah will fulfill her odd desire also!
I was a queen a week ago. I am confessed convict now. I am damned to die crucified spread naked on a cross for my subjects to watch my agony nailed to its wood. I can only hope my disgrace before them will satisfy my desire to be crucified before them!
I am brought back to the capital not as the queen of Lesbia but as common criminal convicted by my own confession at the Cruxton Abbey. I am taken to court naked but for the irons binding neck, wrists, and ankles.
I stand naked before the judge who reads my confession aloud. He looks up at me and announces “Deborah, with your conviction you are stripped of your title. You shall suffer the penalty of condemned criminal and be crucified and hang from a cross until you are dead.”
I am brought out on the court’s terrace where Warden Jollyrei announces to crowd below “Before you stands Deborah, formerly your queen but now a convicted murderer. Tomorrow she will be executed by crucifixion on the Hill of Death with the other convicts. The judge has declared tomorrow a holiday so you may witness her crucifixion!”
I receive no sympathy from my subjects. They break into a chant ‘Crucify the bitch’. I am damned to be crucified!
There will be no last supper for me. Instead I am prepared for my execution. Bound in irons I am taken by a man named Taurus. He rapes me- that is expected; virgins are not crucified in Lesbia- but he is more than generously endowed. I feel like he is splitting my womanhood apart. What I do not expect is when he finishes with vagina he takes my ass!
I howl in pain as he pummels my virgin bum! I certainly will be no virgin when I am nailed to the cross. He fills my bowels with his spunk and I am released from the chains. My wrists are bound behind my back in irons and I kneel before Taurus and am forced to suck huge member that is coated with his cum and my scat. I manage not to puke.
I didn’t know a man could cum so often and quickly!
I spend what is left of the night chained to the wall of a cell. Dawn breaks and I sit for the last time of my life.
-Debbie
I am brought back to the capital not as the queen of Lesbia but as common criminal convicted by my own confession at the Cruxton Abbey. I am taken to court naked but for the irons binding neck, wrists, and ankles.
I stand naked before the judge who reads my confession aloud. He looks up at me and announces “Deborah, with your conviction you are stripped of your title. You shall suffer the penalty of condemned criminal and be crucified and hang from a cross until you are dead.”
I am brought out on the court’s terrace where Warden Jollyrei announces to crowd below “Before you stands Deborah, formerly your queen but now a convicted murderer. Tomorrow she will be executed by crucifixion on the Hill of Death with the other convicts. The judge has declared tomorrow a holiday so you may witness her crucifixion!”
I receive no sympathy from my subjects. They break into a chant ‘Crucify the bitch’. I am damned to be crucified!
There will be no last supper for me. Instead I am prepared for my execution. Bound in irons I am taken by a man named Taurus. He rapes me- that is expected; virgins are not crucified in Lesbia- but he is more than generously endowed. I feel like he is splitting my womanhood apart. What I do not expect is when he finishes with vagina he takes my ass!
I howl in pain as he pummels my virgin bum! I certainly will be no virgin when I am nailed to the cross. He fills my bowels with his spunk and I am released from the chains. My wrists are bound behind my back in irons and I kneel before Taurus and am forced to suck huge member that is coated with his cum and my scat. I manage not to puke.
I didn’t know a man could cum so often and quickly!
I spend what is left of the night chained to the wall of a cell. Dawn breaks and I sit for the last time of my life.
-Debbie
Not a privilege granted lightly....
Priorities correct
Like seeing you naked and crucified...
Upset Erin at your peril!
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Debbie30
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I feel like he is splitting my womanhood apart. What I do not expect is when he finishes with vagina he takes my ass!
"HURTS SO GOOD "
I spend what is left of the night chained to the wall of a cell. Dawn breaks and I sit for the last time of my life.
I wonder if the pizza place delivers here.
Oh how she taunts!!! But...
Morning has bloomed and soon I will take my last walk. Me and other condemned women are brought out of the basement cells.
Before an already drunken crowd we have collars locked around our necks. With our wrists bound behind our backs we are lectured about what we will do and the penalties for not following the instructions. I watch the first prisoner have a beam placed on her shoulders and her wrists bound to the wood.
I have seen coffles assembled and prisoners march to the Hill of Death to be crucified. This time I will be in the coffle being marched to my crucifixion. A beam of wood is placed on my shoulders and my wrists are tied to it. My collar’s chain is attached to the women in front of me. Behind me more women are readied for our walk to the Hill of Death. I feel a heavy chain locked to the back of my collar. I am not Queen Deborah any more. I am just one woman in a cue to be marched to her death on a cross. I wish my wrists were not tied to the beam. My pussy is hot and wet and needs to be rubbed!
With the snap of a whip we are ordered to march to our execution. You may wonder why someone would walk to her execution instead of having to be dragged kicking and screaming the whole way. I have seen some do just that but I have been whipped before and don’t care to feel the leather lash me again. And not speaking for the others my crucifixion is a dark fantasy of mine about to become my reality. I have seen crucified women- ordered many of them including Barbara’s- and know how they suffer. To me I can hardly wait to hang nailed to my cross so I march willingly to my cross.
The beam is heavier than I expected. I do my best to keep up with the line ahead of me.
I make it to the Hill of Death without feeling the whip. The coffle is broken apart when we reach the hill. Others are already crucified. They did the men before us and I am not the first woman to be crucified. As Queen Deborah I have seen plenty of crucifixions but from a more refined distance. Now I stand over a woman being nailed to her cross while I balance the beam on my shoulders. As the spikes are driven through her limbs she pees and shits. The stench is horrific and her panic is no act. She begs for mercy when she can manage to talk.
None is offered and her cross is raised. The woman is crucified! She is babbling incoherently as her body is wracked in pain.
A guard nudges me and says “It is time for the queen to be crucified.”
I am led through the field of condemned prisoners hanging crucified. Fantasy is about to become a reality.
The crowd follows the end of my march…
-Debbie
Probably doesn't happen. This is hardly the place to crucify a queen, is it?
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Debbie30
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I am led through the field of condemned prisoners hanging crucified. Fantasy is about to become a reality.
I am Queen , I get what I want , even my cross
Don't forget you fantasy is soon to mingle with the reality of the cross!!!
Lying before me is cross that has been used before. There is no special cross for their queen to be crucified upon. The crucifixion team removes the beam I carried up the hill and tells me to get my ass on the cross. The fantasy of being crucified is becoming my gritty reality. I stare at the bloodstained cross I will be nailed to and realize I am as rough and dirty as the wood I will hang from. During the march up the hill I have soiled my thighs front and rear. My hair is not coiffed. It clings and sticks to my sweating face. I stand naked before my subjects without even a rag for a loincloth. And real fear wells up inside me.
“Bitch, I told you to get on the cross” a guard snarls. I know what is saying but my body won’t move. The man in charge, the gruff man named Tree, tells his men he is not paying them to just look at me. Two guards grab me and drag me to the cross. I don’t fight them. I am limp in their grip.
I watch in detached disbelief as the swiftly tie my arms and legs to the cross. I look over my bound body and realize there is no escape from the coming spikes.
The stipe sticks to my backside. I realize the cross had been used as a latrine. Tree stands over me holding his mallet and three huge spikes. With a calm cold voice he says “You should appreciate I saved the cross and spikes I used to crucify Barbara Moore. I find it fitting the woman that condemned her will die on the same cross nailed to it with the same spikes, don’t you?”
I look at him and say “You cannot be serious!”
“This is no place to joke. I trust you are ready” he says. He tosses spikes in the dirt near both my wrists. They look even bigger close up. The rusty square shanks bear the stains of blood- Barbara’s blood! Tree kneels by my feet and presses pointed tip off the third spike against the arch of my top foot. He hoists the hammer up and I stare at the sky as it hurls towards the head of the spike as I hiss “Oh, shit!”
With the crash of the hammer the spike drives through both of Debbie’s feet and into the wood under them. She lets out a very un-regal squeal and soils herself yet again. It took only two more blows to pin her shattered feet to the stipe. Tree spikes her left wrist to the cross and moves to her right wrist. As he pounds the third spike in Debbie howls incoherently as pain wracks her body.
Tree stands and pulls out his flask. He takes a drink as he looks down at Debbie. Her body heaves and twitches in pain as she struggles to catch her breath.
Debbie seems unaware of anything but the pain from the spikes piercing her limbs. Tree is focused on his chore and orders Debbie and her cross raised. As it swings up Debbie whimpers “Please, don’t do this!”
Tree’s men pay no attention and they quickly lift it. The cross slides into the socket thudding to a hard fast stop! Debbie’s chin bounces off her chest straining muscles in her neck.
She hangs silently for a few moments then the young queen looks over her crucified body. She whines “Look what you have done to me!”
She needn’t have bothered to say that. The crowd thinks their former queen looks rather stunning hanging naked nailed to her cross.
Tree
“Bitch, I told you to get on the cross” a guard snarls. I know what is saying but my body won’t move. The man in charge, the gruff man named Tree, tells his men he is not paying them to just look at me. Two guards grab me and drag me to the cross. I don’t fight them. I am limp in their grip.
I watch in detached disbelief as the swiftly tie my arms and legs to the cross. I look over my bound body and realize there is no escape from the coming spikes.
The stipe sticks to my backside. I realize the cross had been used as a latrine. Tree stands over me holding his mallet and three huge spikes. With a calm cold voice he says “You should appreciate I saved the cross and spikes I used to crucify Barbara Moore. I find it fitting the woman that condemned her will die on the same cross nailed to it with the same spikes, don’t you?”
I look at him and say “You cannot be serious!”
“This is no place to joke. I trust you are ready” he says. He tosses spikes in the dirt near both my wrists. They look even bigger close up. The rusty square shanks bear the stains of blood- Barbara’s blood! Tree kneels by my feet and presses pointed tip off the third spike against the arch of my top foot. He hoists the hammer up and I stare at the sky as it hurls towards the head of the spike as I hiss “Oh, shit!”
With the crash of the hammer the spike drives through both of Debbie’s feet and into the wood under them. She lets out a very un-regal squeal and soils herself yet again. It took only two more blows to pin her shattered feet to the stipe. Tree spikes her left wrist to the cross and moves to her right wrist. As he pounds the third spike in Debbie howls incoherently as pain wracks her body.
Tree stands and pulls out his flask. He takes a drink as he looks down at Debbie. Her body heaves and twitches in pain as she struggles to catch her breath.
Debbie seems unaware of anything but the pain from the spikes piercing her limbs. Tree is focused on his chore and orders Debbie and her cross raised. As it swings up Debbie whimpers “Please, don’t do this!”
Tree’s men pay no attention and they quickly lift it. The cross slides into the socket thudding to a hard fast stop! Debbie’s chin bounces off her chest straining muscles in her neck.
She hangs silently for a few moments then the young queen looks over her crucified body. She whines “Look what you have done to me!”
She needn’t have bothered to say that. The crowd thinks their former queen looks rather stunning hanging naked nailed to her cross.
Tree
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Debbie30
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My loyal subjects still love me.