deborah777
Executioner
Olivia's back, legs, ass, and pussy were covered in the cuts and welts that were the trademark of the Roman flagrum. Like the other women the poor overweight brunette girl from Damascus had been sentenced to thirty lashes. They had removed her loincloth from around her sweaty, defiled privates and chained her to the post in the hot, drab yard with her sisters in Christ, who were under the same sentence. Her fatty folds and weight gave her a magnificent hourglass figure as she was easily the heaviest woman of eleven to be crucified...
"They led me to the pole after repeatedly raping me. My broad face, my chubby cheeks were crimson with shame. Yet at the same time the burning of my pussy and my erect nipples gave plain testimony to the fact that I was very aroused. They chain me on a post, ankles and wrists, so that my round smooth body is stretched against the rough wood. I feel the harsh texture on my pussy and breasts and rub slightly... it is a pleasant sensation... like the other girls I am assigned two lictors to carry out my scourging. Terrified though I am of the Roman scourge I have never felt very beautiful or desirable until this day...not even my husband taking my virginity got me this excited! The two soldiers who will whip me are young and smirk at me. "Haha looks like we are the unlucky one's! This fat slut is such a pig we may have to sell her as bacon to get our day's wages!" On and on their crude jokes went. I closed my eyes in fear and shame, aware that not all of the moisture between my legs was fat. Again my yellow loincloth is unwrapped and removed. I am ready for my scourging, my discipline...SssssssPPPPKKKK!
Aaaaahhhhhhhggggg! The rattling and hissing of the soldier's flagrums is nothing compared to the sickening sound of leather and metal slapping and ripping at my soft mounds of bare flesh, my exposed nude full figure body outstretched. SSSSSssssssssssPPPPKKKKK! UGGHHHAAGGHHHHHHWAAHHH!
I scream. I twist my luscious full figured body around in vain, unable to avoid the whip or find relief from the blows slapping and slamming into my bare ass, back, breasts, and legs...
Finally after what seems an eternity I am cut down from the pole, slumping down painting, barely able to sob I am so weak. This is a short reprieve. Up I am lifted by two soldiers who stand me up and load me with my patibulum. They wrap a brown loincloth around my bare waist, and do the same with the other girls. Not to protect our modesty but to keep our shit, piss, and cum from soiling our executioners.
Then onto our Via Dolorosa. Having loaded us with our burdens they herd us down the street filled with jeering onlookers whose lust for our naked flesh is obvious.
Whips and knotted ropes drive us along to the awaiting crosses...like unmilked cows we stumble and cry as we walk to the crosses...
My screams my blubbering my moans how I twist and shudder in vain how my ass, pussy, and voluptuous belly and breasts wiggle obscenely as i struggle prompting raucous laughter amongst the cruel onlookers. I choke and gasp-for my sisters pulling on one's arms to breath is ordeal enough...but with my extra weight it is an ordeal. The rough wood digs into my soft flesh...
About two hours of hanging in the hot sun barely conscious one of the wealthier onlookers pays for some " 'special treatment' for the fat cow." Dimly I am pulled out of my stupor by the sound of a soldier approaching my cross...SSSSSTTTTPPKKKKKK!!! AAAAAaaaaaaggggghhhhuuuugggghhhh! The bullwhip slaps against my stretched sunburnt fat folds stinging like desert hornets...
The sharp stones and broken glass cut my bare feet as I slowly make my way towards the awaiting stipes. The sun beats down on me, it is a hot muggy humid day and I am drenched in sweat as though I stepped out of the bath.
At last we reach our destination. I collapse facedown hard, gasping for air as I am exhausted. I am cruelly flipped over by a series of kicks and grabs onto my torn up back-once again I scream as my back arches. My head hangs down over my crossbeam and I look upside down at the mocking multitude. A few go close to spit on me. I look away, unable to wipe the spittle off myself. A few mosquitoes torment me, feasting on my helpless body.
I breath easier. Closing my eyes I rub my feet in the rocky sand, the last earth they will ever touch. I wriggle my ass on the ground, feeling the sheer material of my skimpy loincloth caress my flesh. I am very moist, I am still aroused from the rapes and shame of what I am enduring. My body is burning up! I wish silently to myself that I were not so overweight, in this heat it is a torment.
Opening my eyes I watch a few birds fly by and follow the slow movement of a small puffy cloud. I sigh, despite my extreme discomfort and pain it is almost peaceful.
Suddenly the sound of metal hitting metal and a long drawn out agonized scream brings me back...! I will be the second woman crucified after Maria!
I cannot even think or stop shaking...the crucifixion team surrounds me once they finish with Maria!
Groping my crotch, tits, and ass, slapping my face, they measure my body. My arms are cut free but promptly grabbed and held down to the wood... I feel the iron spike touch my delicate wrist...
*THUDTHUDTHUD!*
AAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH WAAAAHHHHHH NOOOOO PLEASE STOP
My head bangs the patibulum, my wide hips hump my body bucks my whole being is in agony! I scream louder than I ever have! In all my life I have never felt such pain! The cruel raucous crowd is extremely amused and loving it! I gasp, barely able to see due to the tears streaming out of my eyes. Snot drips freely out of my nose as I sob like a
child...
Finally exhausted from struggling and
the pain caused by every tiny movement of my body, I somewhat
regain my composure...I position my body so my big ass straddles the edge of my cross...my head either dropped over my slowly heaving chest or thrown back towards the mercilessly hot sun.
Finally the men come and remove my loincloth, exposing my privates to the appreciative spectators who whistle and catcall. "Hey fat girl, nice bush!" "Must have been watered recently, you've got a forest down there!" "I would suck on those breasts all day!" I groan and close my eyes...I'm already in the worst agony possible... why must they be cruel...? A soldier, laughing, has a great idea. He walks over to me...my crotch at face level...and starts rubbing my exposed clitoris...then licking it...I groan more and slowly grind my hips in rhythm. Closing my eyes I moan at the mixture of agony and pleasure...a comrade of his grabs the ladder..climbing up he kisses my bruised chapped lips...the moves down to lick and finger my huge areolas...he slightly twists and rubs my nipples between his thumb and forefinger...all the while his friend's tongue is enflaming my pussy with sweet sensations....despite my agony I will soon cum...
Suddenly as if at a signal the two soldiers stop. Laughing they step down and back away from me laughing and grinning..."Ugghh...finish... please...please...I'm sooo close...*gasp*...please make me cum....."
But they have had their fun and achieved their goal! Their comrades and the crowd love it! Despite the humiliation and degradation I need to cum...I rub my body against the cross...flex my vaginal muscles...breath slowly quickly...hump my hips...finally exhausted I hang from my spikes. "Look at the gutter slut! Trashy slag is trying to get off on the cross!" "Yeah what a whore! Pleasured in public by two Roman bastards!" "Haha that slut is wetter than a warm spring day with rain!"
The hours drag by. The afternoon heat drives most of the crowd away...the soldiers guarding us half-doze by the canopy. The heat is killing me...my rolls are baking me alive and pulling myself up to breath is pure torture...I know I won't last as long as my sisters...the water they give us once every hour is more than enough to keep us alive... not nearly enough to quench our thirst or cool our bodies in the intense summer desert heat. My thrusting hips and burning thirst draw my attention to the fact I need to piss...I shit and pissed while being nailed but not since then. Moaning with discomfort I try to hold it in not wishing to relieve myself publically on my cross...but in the end I close my eyes and spread my legs as much as I can to let the golden stream fall...
Part II if anyone is interested. I always obsess over the chorus line girls. This is a story I wrote about and from the viewpoint of Olivia, the BBW from "Mary Magdalene Disappears..."
"They led me to the pole after repeatedly raping me. My broad face, my chubby cheeks were crimson with shame. Yet at the same time the burning of my pussy and my erect nipples gave plain testimony to the fact that I was very aroused. They chain me on a post, ankles and wrists, so that my round smooth body is stretched against the rough wood. I feel the harsh texture on my pussy and breasts and rub slightly... it is a pleasant sensation... like the other girls I am assigned two lictors to carry out my scourging. Terrified though I am of the Roman scourge I have never felt very beautiful or desirable until this day...not even my husband taking my virginity got me this excited! The two soldiers who will whip me are young and smirk at me. "Haha looks like we are the unlucky one's! This fat slut is such a pig we may have to sell her as bacon to get our day's wages!" On and on their crude jokes went. I closed my eyes in fear and shame, aware that not all of the moisture between my legs was fat. Again my yellow loincloth is unwrapped and removed. I am ready for my scourging, my discipline...SssssssPPPPKKKK!
Aaaaahhhhhhhggggg! The rattling and hissing of the soldier's flagrums is nothing compared to the sickening sound of leather and metal slapping and ripping at my soft mounds of bare flesh, my exposed nude full figure body outstretched. SSSSSssssssssssPPPPKKKKK! UGGHHHAAGGHHHHHHWAAHHH!
I scream. I twist my luscious full figured body around in vain, unable to avoid the whip or find relief from the blows slapping and slamming into my bare ass, back, breasts, and legs...
Finally after what seems an eternity I am cut down from the pole, slumping down painting, barely able to sob I am so weak. This is a short reprieve. Up I am lifted by two soldiers who stand me up and load me with my patibulum. They wrap a brown loincloth around my bare waist, and do the same with the other girls. Not to protect our modesty but to keep our shit, piss, and cum from soiling our executioners.
Then onto our Via Dolorosa. Having loaded us with our burdens they herd us down the street filled with jeering onlookers whose lust for our naked flesh is obvious.
Whips and knotted ropes drive us along to the awaiting crosses...like unmilked cows we stumble and cry as we walk to the crosses...
My screams my blubbering my moans how I twist and shudder in vain how my ass, pussy, and voluptuous belly and breasts wiggle obscenely as i struggle prompting raucous laughter amongst the cruel onlookers. I choke and gasp-for my sisters pulling on one's arms to breath is ordeal enough...but with my extra weight it is an ordeal. The rough wood digs into my soft flesh...
About two hours of hanging in the hot sun barely conscious one of the wealthier onlookers pays for some " 'special treatment' for the fat cow." Dimly I am pulled out of my stupor by the sound of a soldier approaching my cross...SSSSSTTTTPPKKKKKK!!! AAAAAaaaaaaggggghhhhuuuugggghhhh! The bullwhip slaps against my stretched sunburnt fat folds stinging like desert hornets...
The sharp stones and broken glass cut my bare feet as I slowly make my way towards the awaiting stipes. The sun beats down on me, it is a hot muggy humid day and I am drenched in sweat as though I stepped out of the bath.
At last we reach our destination. I collapse facedown hard, gasping for air as I am exhausted. I am cruelly flipped over by a series of kicks and grabs onto my torn up back-once again I scream as my back arches. My head hangs down over my crossbeam and I look upside down at the mocking multitude. A few go close to spit on me. I look away, unable to wipe the spittle off myself. A few mosquitoes torment me, feasting on my helpless body.
I breath easier. Closing my eyes I rub my feet in the rocky sand, the last earth they will ever touch. I wriggle my ass on the ground, feeling the sheer material of my skimpy loincloth caress my flesh. I am very moist, I am still aroused from the rapes and shame of what I am enduring. My body is burning up! I wish silently to myself that I were not so overweight, in this heat it is a torment.
Opening my eyes I watch a few birds fly by and follow the slow movement of a small puffy cloud. I sigh, despite my extreme discomfort and pain it is almost peaceful.
Suddenly the sound of metal hitting metal and a long drawn out agonized scream brings me back...! I will be the second woman crucified after Maria!
I cannot even think or stop shaking...the crucifixion team surrounds me once they finish with Maria!
Groping my crotch, tits, and ass, slapping my face, they measure my body. My arms are cut free but promptly grabbed and held down to the wood... I feel the iron spike touch my delicate wrist...
*THUDTHUDTHUD!*
AAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH WAAAAHHHHHH NOOOOO PLEASE STOP
My head bangs the patibulum, my wide hips hump my body bucks my whole being is in agony! I scream louder than I ever have! In all my life I have never felt such pain! The cruel raucous crowd is extremely amused and loving it! I gasp, barely able to see due to the tears streaming out of my eyes. Snot drips freely out of my nose as I sob like a
child...
Finally exhausted from struggling and
the pain caused by every tiny movement of my body, I somewhat
regain my composure...I position my body so my big ass straddles the edge of my cross...my head either dropped over my slowly heaving chest or thrown back towards the mercilessly hot sun.
Finally the men come and remove my loincloth, exposing my privates to the appreciative spectators who whistle and catcall. "Hey fat girl, nice bush!" "Must have been watered recently, you've got a forest down there!" "I would suck on those breasts all day!" I groan and close my eyes...I'm already in the worst agony possible... why must they be cruel...? A soldier, laughing, has a great idea. He walks over to me...my crotch at face level...and starts rubbing my exposed clitoris...then licking it...I groan more and slowly grind my hips in rhythm. Closing my eyes I moan at the mixture of agony and pleasure...a comrade of his grabs the ladder..climbing up he kisses my bruised chapped lips...the moves down to lick and finger my huge areolas...he slightly twists and rubs my nipples between his thumb and forefinger...all the while his friend's tongue is enflaming my pussy with sweet sensations....despite my agony I will soon cum...
Suddenly as if at a signal the two soldiers stop. Laughing they step down and back away from me laughing and grinning..."Ugghh...finish... please...please...I'm sooo close...*gasp*...please make me cum....."
But they have had their fun and achieved their goal! Their comrades and the crowd love it! Despite the humiliation and degradation I need to cum...I rub my body against the cross...flex my vaginal muscles...breath slowly quickly...hump my hips...finally exhausted I hang from my spikes. "Look at the gutter slut! Trashy slag is trying to get off on the cross!" "Yeah what a whore! Pleasured in public by two Roman bastards!" "Haha that slut is wetter than a warm spring day with rain!"
The hours drag by. The afternoon heat drives most of the crowd away...the soldiers guarding us half-doze by the canopy. The heat is killing me...my rolls are baking me alive and pulling myself up to breath is pure torture...I know I won't last as long as my sisters...the water they give us once every hour is more than enough to keep us alive... not nearly enough to quench our thirst or cool our bodies in the intense summer desert heat. My thrusting hips and burning thirst draw my attention to the fact I need to piss...I shit and pissed while being nailed but not since then. Moaning with discomfort I try to hold it in not wishing to relieve myself publically on my cross...but in the end I close my eyes and spread my legs as much as I can to let the golden stream fall...
Part II if anyone is interested. I always obsess over the chorus line girls. This is a story I wrote about and from the viewpoint of Olivia, the BBW from "Mary Magdalene Disappears..."
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