messaline
Crucified Amazon
The Crucifixion of Messaline
Story by DarkPrincess
Illustrations by Hasturan
Illustrations by Hasturan
The two guards dragged the young woman into the room and threw her down onto the floor.
The princess stood over her, regarding her with disdain. "Get up."
She ordered quietly, not needing to raise her voice, as her tone conveyed authority without having to force it. The woman struggled to her feet. Defiantly, she looked her captor in the eye. "Who are you? And Why am I here?" She asked.
"I am the Princess Lonicera, and you are here because I wish it." The reply was both chilling and to the point. The princess walked around her, examining her closely from all sides. "You are indeed a thing of great beauty." She told her.
The woman was unsure how to react. "What?"
"Your beauty brings you to me, young Messaline. And it is your beauty that condemns you, for I cannot have anyone here who is more beautiful than I."
The young woman began to realise the full gravity of her situation. She shook her head. "No, my princess. None is fairer than you."
Her captor smiled. "Well thank you my pretty, but your pleas to the contrary cannot change the facts." She clapped her hands once, indicating to the guards to re-enter the room. Within moments, each guard took hold of one of Messaline's arms.
"Take her down." The princess commanded them. She watched as they led her forcibly from the room. She listened to the sounds of them dragging her down the narrow spiral staircase of her dark tower. After a few moments, she followed. This was going to be a special day and she wasn't about to miss any part of it.
The guards led the woman out into the centre of a courtyard, where they chained her to a knee-high pillar in such a way as that her arms were round the post and she was forced to her knees. She looked around nervously but was unable to see what was going on behind her.
By now, the princess had arrived in the courtyard. She nodded to one of the guards who responded by skilfully ripping Messaline's flimsy shift from her in a single motion, leaving her naked and exposed before them. Princess Lonicera once again took a close look at her new victim, examining her lithe young body in intimate detail.
Once she was satisfied that everything was just as she wanted it to be, she stepped backwards. "Gently..." She told the guards. "Her soft skin will mark beautifully but I don't wish her skin to be broken yet. Put the scourge away and use the soft whip instead. And take your time. I'm going to savour this."
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