A tale of Cruxtonia (In another time)

[Barbaria1]

“The court has heard your verdict. Let it be known the court orders these women and two other convicted women to be crucified and hanged from their crosses until they are dead the next market day.”

Oh Shit! Is that me … third from left? How long until the next market day? And don’t tell me it’s tomorrow! I need time to find a way out of this mess!

 

[Barbaria1]

n the week between the women’s trial and their scheduled trip to the ‘Hill of Expiation’, visitors came by the dungeon to view what would be crucified.

Oh good, it’s a week!

 

[thehangingtree]

Oh Shit! Is that me … third from left? How long until the next market day? And don’t tell me it’s tomorrow! I need time to find a way out of this mess!

Calm down... the plot gets thicker before... um... market day!!!

 

[Barbaria1]

Barb scowled “I suppose you’ll be there to see my tight little shaking about when I’m crucified.”

I think that I’m at my most attractiveness when I’m scowling. Don’t you?

Barb courteously flipped the finger at him.

No matter how much Tree tries to humiliate me, I am always courteous. Here I am saying bugger off, please.

 

[Loinclothslave]

Calm down... the plot gets thicker before... um... market day!!!

I’m figuring it’s not just the plot that will get thicker before, er-um, “market day”!

 

[thehangingtree]

Archbishop Wragg’s trip to the Holy City took longer than expected. The city is near a tropical sea and he chose to take some time for deep contemplation. This time of reflection took longer than usual as he also attended to his traveling companion’s needs of self-searching.



The two of them reflected on their church’s vows of chastity and generally they agreed that in public it probably was a wise decision to adhere to those vows but in private, a sincere confession following any such violation of those vows would adequately atone for the transgression.



The archbishop’s trip lasted a bit longer than expected. When he returned to Cruxtonia he was given the news that there were six women to be crucified that market day. One would think that such news would please him but he is somewhat disturbed by the number of women to be crucified.

“Six women? That is not what I expected” Archbishop Wragg exclaims.

Jollyrei says “You asked for a ‘bevy of women’ to crucify. Surely a half dozen satisfies your request.”



“You don’t understand!” the archbishop exclaims. “Six women crucified on the ‘Hill of Expiation’ could be construed as us submitting to the devil’s desires.”

“But they have already been tried and condemned to the cross” Madiosi observes. “To release one would seem more like capitulation to the devil.”



“If I may suggest, your excellency, there could be a seventh woman condemned to be crucified” the archbishop’s butler Old Slave suggests.

Archbishop Wragg seems relieved at first but Old Slave continues. “That nun you travel with… you don’t really believe we think you relationship is purely plutonic… could be crucified for seducing you to break your vows of chastity.”



The archbishop is taken aback and stutters as he says “Sister Angel??? You think I would fornicate with a nun?”



Old Slave replies “I would if Sister Angel would let me get my dick near her! Besides, if she is charged with violating her vows, her crucifixion would be a church-ordered punishment. There would be no need of a trial where the embarrassing truth of who she violated her vows with. Consider her crucifixion a most holy matter!”

 

[Jackie1111]

“But they have already been tried and condemned to the cross” Madiosi observes. “To release one would seem more like capitulation to the devil.”

The perfect logic here cannot, and must not, be ignored.

 

[thehangingtree]

The discussion of adding a seventh women to be crucified was a long ordeal. The idea that Sister Angel would be the seventh complicated things. The archbishop’s advisors were adamant that Sister Angel should be included in the group were various. Some wanted revenge on the woman that would break her vow of chastity only with the archbishop and ignore their desire to have the woman. Others were interested in causing the archbishop discomfort in having to put his lover to death. Some were merely lecherously interested in seeing the nun writhe naked nailed to the cross. And watching the archbishop trying to spare Sister Angel the torture of her execution was worth the effort, to hell with the torture and humiliation Sister Angel would endure before she died on the cross.

Eventually the advisors won out. They knew any form of a trial or inquisition, the nun could give away who she had broken her vow of chastity with. The archbishop was well aware how lucrative his position is and dragging his name into her questioning could cost him his position and wealth. Reluctantly he agreed to charge and condemn Sister Angel to be put to death crucified with the other women. It turns out none of the men had the nerve to tell Sister Angel. A lowly priest was sent to deliver the news of her fate. A lowly priest was sent to deliver the news of her fate.

The priest sent a message to Sister Angel to meet him in the woods of the abbey. She met him at the arranged time. Not knowing what message the priest was going to deliver, she greeted him cordially, saying “Fr. Guido, to what do I owe you this visit?”



Fr. Guido wasted no time getting to the point though his words were peppered with lies fed to him by the archbishop. “Sister Angel, we have received disturbing news from the holy city that you have been… how should I say it… less than faithful to your vow of chastity.”

Sister Angel was both surprised and frightened by his accusation. Feigning innocence, she replies “But I have been chaste ever since I have become a nun! What do you mean?”



She struck a seductive pose hoping to distract the priest, but Fr. Guido was more aware of his vows and seems unmoved by her advances. He says “You will be put to death for your indiscretions, crucified on the ‘Hill of Expiation’ until you are dead!”

Sister Angel gasps “But that can’t happen! With my titulus everyone will know I am a nun!”

“You have little to fear there. You shall be crucified with six convicted women and since Lord Flummux’s men will handle the executions, you will be crucified bare of clothing and without a titulus. No one will be aware you are a nun” Fr. Guido scowls.

Sister Angel is both shocked and aroused by the thought of being crucified naked as a common criminal. She fondles her breast and asks “You are saying everyone will see these?”



Fr. Guido snarls “Those and every inch of you naked sinful body!”

Sister Angel raises her gown displaying her private parts to Fr. Guido. She coyly asks “Can’t we make some arrangement so I will not have to suffer this fate?”

Fr. Guido lights up a cigarette and sternly declares “You fate is sealed, Sr. Angel. But since this a judgement of the church, you will be detained in the convent of the Most Holy Sisters until you are crucified this market day.”



Sister Angel is brought to the convent where a young novice guides her to the bowels of foundation.



The novice tells her “Mother Superior is not pleased with you. I think you will find being crucified a blessing when it happens!”

 

[Wragg]

I think you will find being crucified a blessing when it happens!”

So, a blessing all round!

I can assure you that the Archbish will find it a blessing!

 

[thehangingtree]

As the novice had warned Sister Angel, Mother Superior was not pleased with her. She is stripped of her clerical habit and brought naked but for the ropes binding her wrists behind her back to Mother Superior’s quarters. There she is knelt before Mother Superior and two of her assistants.

“Dressed as how you deserve to be, you filthy whore” Mother Superior exclaimed.



Sister Angel meekly replied “But I am naked!”

“As you will be tomorrow when you hang naked from the cross dying for your sins” Mother Superior observes. “You whored yourself for pleasure and tomorrow you will die like the other criminals, nailed naked on your cross for all to see your lust filled body. But tonight you are still in my charge. You will suffer for your lack of chastity!”

Sister Angel is taken to the convent’s catacombs and given a sound whipping.



Mother Superior oversaw her thrashing, demanding the young nun is beaten till she could hardly stand any longer.



Sister Angel’s whipping was followed by her private confession with Archbishop Wragg. Her penance with him can’t be described here.



The archbishop’s notes do recall her penance was necessary to absolve her soul of its sins.

Very early on market day’s morning, the other condemned women are marched from Cruxton’s dungeon to be brought to the ‘Hill of Expiation’.



They are brought to the courtyard where guests of Lord Flummux stood leering at the naked convicts.



The convict Barbara looked around her and saw the openly hostile crowd.



She correctly surmised that none of the witnesses seemed to mind what was happening to her and her friends.

Before the women were given the crossbeams to carry the ‘Hill of Expiation’, the mercenaries took the time to fuck them all anally.



This achieved two goals. The mercenaries were not paid very well, and virgins could not be crucified. Ass -fucking the women was considered additional compensation for mercenaries and deflowering the women’s asses insured they were not virgins there!

 

[thehangingtree]

The crossbeams were placed on the condemned women’s shoulders and their arms were tied to the wood. Messaline seemed more worried about how she looked than the heavy wood placed on her shoulders.



The soldiers tauntingly assured her she looked fine- for now. There was no assurances of how she would look when she reached the top of the ‘Hill of Expiation’.

Eulalia’s beam was placed on her soldiers and she winced when one of the mercenaries pinched her nipple.



Nicole, already bearing her beam, snarled “You filthy bastard! Leave her alone!”

The mercenary growled at her “Careful what you say! I have a whip and there is nothing you can do to stop me from beating you on the way to the hill.”

All seven of the convicts had been given their beams to carry. Some needed encouragement from the guards to start their final march but others, wishing to avoid the lash of their whips proceeded out of the courtyard. As Barbara came through the gate she was greeted with jeers and lewd remarks.



Such comments would not cease the whole way to the hill nor after they were nailed to their crosses and raised to hang crucified. It turned out the women watching the women’s death march were no less shy at degrading the prisoners. The language the spectators used would make a sailor proud.



The women watching the prisoners’ march were not shy of any action that would humiliate the prisoner.



The guards not only ignored the spectators’ actions, but they also seemed to encourage it. The death march had not yet reached the edge of Cruxton when Messaline was fed up with the abuse. She attempted to stop but Messaline was treated to merciless lashes of the guard’s whip. Reluctantly, she marched on.

As the women neared the edge of Cruxton, they knew they would start the climb up the ‘Hill of Expiation’.



Even those who knew what their fate would be continued their march if only to avoid being whipped.

 

[thehangingtree]

The women’s march through Cruxton is almost done. They were subjected to uncountable rude remarks.



There are Lord Flummux’ guards at the city gates who are no less shy with their remarks as the women pass by them.



The only advantage to being out of Cruxton was the crowd thins. There is no rest for the condemned women as the guards and mercenaries still lurk about them bearing the whips to encourage their march.



The march up the ‘Hill of Expiation’ offered no relief.



If the crowd thinned, the number of soldiers and mercenaries increased.



The women look about and realize that their crucifixion would be their only respite from the crowds and soldiers.



They continue up the hill bearing the beams of wood. They are constantly under the soldiers’ watchful eyes.



As they near the summit, women, guests of Lord Flummux, take positions around them.



The women escorting them carry spears, hardly a relief from the soldiers’ whips.

 

[Barbaria1]

As Barbara came through the gate she was greeted with jeers and lewd remarks.

And true to form, she responded in kind …

 

[thehangingtree]

The seven women reach the summit of the ‘Hill of Expiation’. They are surprised that their crucifixions do not start immediately. Archbishop Wragg is disturbed that he losing the masterful services of Sister Angel and has (rather forcefully) suggested the convicted women should be scourged before they suffer their torments and death on the cross. He reminded Lord Flummux that men crucified on the ‘Hill of Expiation’ were flogged before being crucified and in the spirit of equality so should the condemned women.

On the crest of the hill, the only permanent structure is a wooden whipping stand. It is not large enough to accommodate seven women at one time, so the soldiers pick Nicole and Sister Angel to be whipped first. The women’s wrists are tied in ropes that are tossed over the raised horizontal beam. Angel fearfully asks “What are they doing to us? Are they going to violate us?”



As the women’s arms are stretched over their heads, a guard says “You wish you would be fucked! Lord Flummux was ordered you all to be whipped before you ride the cross.”



Angel naively asks “Will it hurt?”

The pair are stretched vertically, fully displaying their bare bodies to the crowd of spectators. The commander orders their whipping to begin. Nicole is not sure what being whipped will feel like but winces as the first blow whistles through the air as is flies towards her bare skin.



She is whipped a few times before the mercenary takes a pause. In angry defiance she yells at the man “Is that the best you can do? My father spanked me harder than that!”



Nicole’s taunts were answered with the mercenaries giving Angel and her a most brutal scourging.



Messaline knelt next to Barbara and said “I don’t think I can take that!”

Barbara looks at Angel’s and Nicole’s bodies flailing about under the beam each time the whips struck their flesh. The spectators not only enjoyed seeing the women whipped but were obviously aroused by it. Barb looks down at Messaline and softly says “I don’t think they care what we think.”



Barbara’s statement proved true as all seven women were whipped.



Their scourgings pleased the crowd, but the whippings were just an opening for the main show!

 

[Barbaria1]

Barbara’s statement proved true as all seven women were whipped.



Their scourgings pleased the crowd, but the whippings were just an opening for the main show!

You mean there’s Moore??? Oh shit!

 

[thehangingtree]

You mean there’s Moore??? Oh shit!

Lord Flummux ordered this. Did you expect a pass???

 

[thehangingtree]

The crowd enjoyed watching the women being whipped, but their crucifixions were about to start. The soldiers grabbed the women and dragged them to their crosses.



Some of the women made a final attempt at modesty, though Kathy found the crowd scornful of her covering of her body.



Jackie was tossed on top of her cross.



She shrieked as she landed on the hard wood of the cross, only to draw laughter and crude remarks from the crowd.

Barbara futilely covered herself and angrily asked the man staring at her if he had no decency.



He shrugged and says “I’ll have plenty of time to study your body once your raised on the cross.”

Messaline proudly strolls to her cross and says “I can mount it myself!”



The soldiers did not give her that option. They dragged her to her cross, denying her any dignity of placing herself on the wood.



Sister Angel was dragged by her hair to her cross. She is shocked that she is displayed to the crowd that whistles and makes lewd remarks about her body.



Kathy looked like a scared child as she was led to her cross. She cries out “I am a person! You can’t do this to me!”



Howls of laughter follow her plea.

The seven women have been brought to their crosses. The soldiers and mercenaries gather around them, bearing spikes to fasten them to their crosses.

 

[Jackie1111]

They are brought to the courtyard where guests of Lord Flummux stood leering at the naked convicts.

Those many eyes made us deeply ashamed of our nakedness. But some of us felt stirrings of excitement as well.

 

[Barbaria1]

Barbara futilely covered herself and angrily asked the man staring at her if he had no decency

He shrugged and says “I’ll have plenty of time to study your body once your raised on the cross.”

The guy can get quite philosophical at times

 

[thehangingtree]

The seven women have been sentenced to death by means of crucifixion. They carried the crossbeam that their arms will be nailed to from the city’s dungeon. On the summit of the ‘Hill of Expiation’ they were scourged then thrown onto the crosses they will hang from until death finishes their humiliation and suffering.

Lord Flummux’s guards and the mercenaries seemed almost cautious as the prepared to nail the women to their crosses. They gently spread the women’s arms over the crosses’ horizontal beams, taking time to assure the women nailing their wrists would be quick and relatively painless.



Barbara was not convinced and she yells “Come on, motherfucker, don’t hesitate… STRIKE and get it over!”



The man presses the spike against her wrist. As she feels the hard cold tip of the spike in the hollow of her wrist her bravery turns to real fear.



Her fear shows on her face as she watches the mallet swing towards the spike. It takes over one blow of heavy mallet to drive the spike through her wrist and into the wood below it. The loud bang of the mallet on the spike obscured any scream she made.



The mercenaries’ nailing her wrists seemed quite sure of what they were doing.


Barbara’s frantic dance as her wrists were nailed betrayed the pain she felt.

With Barbara’s wrists nailed to her cross, another team attempts to secure Messaline to her cross. Though naked and apparently defenseless it takes four men to stretch her over her cross.



Having seen Barbara’s arms nailed to her cross, Messa screams “You can’t nail me to the cross! You’ll ruin my body!”

The men are not deterred and proceed nailing her arms widely spread to the cross.



Once Messa’s arms are firmly nailed to her cross, one of the mercenaries comments “She still looks fine.”

He lowers his pants and climbs over her. With a brutal thrust, he drives his cock into her defenseless pussy.



Messa’s pussy squeezes his erection with each remaining blow of hammer. The mercenary’s load shoots deep withing her sex. He climbs off her and says “She’s still a good fuck even nailed to the cross!”

Another crew puts their attention on Sister Angel. In a strange twist, after Archbishop Wragg heard her confession and enjoyed her spirited penance, he defrocked the sister of her title. Angel could not be put to death as a woman of the church, so instead of sparing her from the cross, the archbishop did the only thing he could and expelled her from the faith.

Angel was nailed to her cross as any lay criminal would be. She put up a remarkable show of pain as the spikes drove through her wrists.



There was no ‘sacred calmness’ as the spikes drove through her wrists and fastened them to the cross.