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A tale of Cruxtonia (In another time)

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The guards are skeptical of Lady Joan’s claim that she is offering the crucified women wine to drink. The commander tastes the liquid and it certainly tastes better than any of the wine he has ever bought. He accepts Joan’s offer and pours her wine in a bucket. Sponges are soaked with her potion and raised to the women’s mouths where they greedily drink Joan’s ‘wine’ from the spear-mounted sponges.

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Even Barb drinks from the sponge offered to her. Her thirst is such even warm piss would be a relief. She is surprised to find the sponge soaked with cool, very satisfying wine.

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Beneath the crosses, Joan prowls from woman to woman. She gets to Barbara’s cross and is pleased Barbara is pleased with the wine. Barbara manages to comment “Your wine was better than I expected.”

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Aware that the potion has yet to take effect, Joan calmly says “I thought you’d appreciate wine more than the guards’ piss.”

Joan does not mention it won’t be long before the potion takes effect. It does not take long. The crucified women struggling on their crosses have elevated heartrates as the strive for comfort they cannot attain. Joan’s laced wine is pumped through their bodies. Having felt nothing like being crucified the women are confused while amazed at the arousal that grows within them.

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Jackie turns her head and groans to Angel “My god, this is torture! I want to rub my pussy so I can relieve this urge but the spikes hold my arms spread!”

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Messaline gasps between her breaths that never had she thought one could be both so aroused nailed to a cross and be so unable to take care of it.

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Beneath Kathy, Joan and the guards escorting her about the hill pause to watch her writhe on her cross. Kathy wheezes “What have you done to me? I beg you… please rub my pussy!”
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The guards laugh and one says “If you have let me do that before, you might not be crucified now!”

Joan still doesn’t let on the wine was spiked. If the women die before the sun sets, Archbishop Wragg could demand an inquest and she could easily find herself nailed naked to one of the crosses!

The crowd was fascinated by the women’s squirming between the spikes.

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Many of them, having never seen women crucified before, though they put on a much more vibrant show than the men who had been crucified on the ‘Hill of Expiation’. They, along with the women on the crosses, were unaware the condemned women had been given Joan’s potion.

There could be no denying the women put on a more animated show than any of the men who had been crucified there.

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The court’s artist recorded the women’s dances on the cross.

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Even he was not aware the women were suffering more than their crucifixions…
 
he court’s artist recorded the women’s dances on the cross.

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Even he was not aware the women were suffering more than their crucifixions…
Excellent! A first and very welcome appearance of a drawing by @Andyman in one of your stories!

Love the wine / potion twist, too! That brings a whole new meaning to the term 'spiking your drink'! :D
 
The crucifixion of seven women caused quite a stir in Cruxtonia. In fact the sight of naked women nailed to crosses had drawn people from neighboring states that publicly frowned on capital punishment. It was fortunate Archbishop Wragg set up concession stands to serve the spectators who had come to see the women’s executions.

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The crowd was treated to the women relieving themselves as they hanged from their cross.

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To the spectators it was an addition to just watching the women mercilessly crucified and simply waiting to die. Bets were made as to which one would give into the humiliation of releasing their bladder next.

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Joan Tree became bored watching the crucified women. Besides, she was becoming overwhelmed by the afternoon’s sun. She couldn’t understand how the crucified women were still alive. Joan borrowed one of the guards’ stool and climbed up to kiss Barbara’s belly. Softly she said “You look divine on the cross. But it is too warm to stay here and gawk at you. Maybe you’ll make it till the morning, but in case you don’t I’ll say goodbye for now.”

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It was not recorded what Barbara answered but it can be assumed it was nothing polite.

By the time it was shift change for the guards, the crowd had thinned and the guards almost outnumbered the spectators.

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Kathy turned her head (the only part of her body free to move) and asked Barb “What do we do now?”

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Barb had long figured out the guards had been stationed on the hill to prevent someone from mercifully ending their lives more quickly than the crosses would. She answers Kathy “We wait to die. I gave up praying someone will kill us.”

The women have been crucified for nine hours. In addition to being hanged from their crosses until they have served the ultimate punishment of death, some six hours ago, Joan Tree supplied a fine wine to the guards to quince the women’s thirst, failing to mention she laced it with her horny potion. Even without physical stimulation, six hours of being crucified has worn the effects of the potion from the women. The condemned women hang exhausted from their crosses, waiting for their deaths to relieve their pain.

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One cannot imagine how things could get worse for them. But with a few hours left before the sun sets, an ornate coach arrives on the ‘Hill of Expiation’. On its doors it bears the crest of Archbishop Wragg who steps from it and tours the grounds of the crucified women.

He arrives at Angel’s cross where he prays for her to suffer eternity is the fiery pits of hell.

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Angel works up the strength to exclaim “But I satisfied you in every way I could! I even took your cock in my mouth to please you!”

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The archbishop damningly yells back “You broke your vows of chastity merely for favoritism of being my slut! I pray you damned to the devil for your sins!”

The commander of the guards raised an eyebrow with the revelation it was with the archbishop Angel hangs crucified in her last hours of life. A wise man, he keeps this knowledge to himself.

The archbishop storms off to his coach. Angel looks up to the sky and prays.

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Quietly she begs her god to spare her from hell and send the archbishop there in her place.
 
Even Barb drinks from the sponge offered to her. Her thirst is such even warm piss would be a relief. She is surprised to find the sponge soaked with cool, very satisfying wine.

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I’m always grateful for a good Riesling

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Aware that the potion has yet to take effect, Joan calmly says “I thought you’d appreciate wine more than the guards’ piss.”
Joan is a bitch!!!

Joan borrowed one of the guards’ stool and climbed up to kiss Barbara’s belly. Softly she said “You look divine on the cross. But it is too warm to stay here and gawk at you. Maybe you’ll make it till the morning, but in case you don’t I’ll say goodbye for now.”

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Yep, she’s definitely a bitch

It was not recorded what Barbara answered but it can be assumed it was nothing polite.
Got that right!!!

Kathy turned her head (the only part of her body free to move) and asked Barb “What do we do now?”

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One has to love Kathy for her displays of naïveté. Is she even aware of the fact that they’ve nailed our wrists and feet to the wood? Sorry, Kathy, there ain’t nothing we can do but suffer, curse and die.
 
The crucifixion of seven women caused quite a stir in Cruxtonia. In fact the sight of naked women nailed to crosses had drawn people from neighboring states that publicly frowned on capital punishment. It was fortunate Archbishop Wragg set up concession stands to serve the spectators who had come to see the women’s executions.

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The crowd was treated to the women relieving themselves as they hanged from their cross.

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To the spectators it was an addition to just watching the women mercilessly crucified and simply waiting to die. Bets were made as to which one would give into the humiliation of releasing their bladder next.

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Joan Tree became bored watching the crucified women. Besides, she was becoming overwhelmed by the afternoon’s sun. She couldn’t understand how the crucified women were still alive. Joan borrowed one of the guards’ stool and climbed up to kiss Barbara’s belly. Softly she said “You look divine on the cross. But it is too warm to stay here and gawk at you. Maybe you’ll make it till the morning, but in case you don’t I’ll say goodbye for now.”

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It was not recorded what Barbara answered but it can be assumed it was nothing polite.

By the time it was shift change for the guards, the crowd had thinned and the guards almost outnumbered the spectators.

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Kathy turned her head (the only part of her body free to move) and asked Barb “What do we do now?”

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Barb had long figured out the guards had been stationed on the hill to prevent someone from mercifully ending their lives more quickly than the crosses would. She answers Kathy “We wait to die. I gave up praying someone will kill us.”

The women have been crucified for nine hours. In addition to being hanged from their crosses until they have served the ultimate punishment of death, some six hours ago, Joan Tree supplied a fine wine to the guards to quince the women’s thirst, failing to mention she laced it with her horny potion. Even without physical stimulation, six hours of being crucified has worn the effects of the potion from the women. The condemned women hang exhausted from their crosses, waiting for their deaths to relieve their pain.

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One cannot imagine how things could get worse for them. But with a few hours left before the sun sets, an ornate coach arrives on the ‘Hill of Expiation’. On its doors it bears the crest of Archbishop Wragg who steps from it and tours the grounds of the crucified women.

He arrives at Angel’s cross where he prays for her to suffer eternity is the fiery pits of hell.

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Angel works up the strength to exclaim “But I satisfied you in every way I could! I even took your cock in my mouth to please you!”

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The archbishop damningly yells back “You broke your vows of chastity merely for favoritism of being my slut! I pray you damned to the devil for your sins!”

The commander of the guards raised an eyebrow with the revelation it was with the archbishop Angel hangs crucified in her last hours of life. A wise man, he keeps this knowledge to himself.

The archbishop storms off to his coach. Angel looks up to the sky and prays.

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Quietly she begs her god to spare her from hell and send the archbishop there in her place.
If there's one thing I love it's girls crucified high above a crowd, not one but two images in this set! :)
 
The seven condemned women have been nailed to the crosses
No surprise there.
they will spend their last hours alive
As one does, I suppose. ;)
The mercenaries’ work is done. They were hired to crucify the women and have done so.
"The women are crucified; our contract is fulfilled. If you have ever need of an army, here is my card." :D
It seems the spectacle of crucified, naked ladies hold the crowd’s interest more than nude men withering to death on the cross.
And so we run into the mystery of human existence again.
He arrives at Angel’s cross where he prays for her to suffer eternity is the fiery pits of hell.
That's the church for you. Sure they say it's about salvation, but a lot of the time it's more about who is or isn't damned.
Quietly she begs her god to spare her from hell and send the archbishop there in her place.
Well, the gods are perverse. No telling what they'll do. You shouldn't believe in gods. It's bad enough knowing they're out there. If you believe in them, it only encourages them. :D
 
Market day turned out to be a rather successful day for Cruxtonia. Seven women prisoners were nailed to their crosses and raised to hang from them until they paid for their ‘crimes’ with their lives. One could argue nailing them to their crosses was fairly barbaric…

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…or one could say they received what they deserved when they were sentenced to for their crimes.

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The condemned women reacted differently to being sentenced to death by crucifixion. Eulalia hanged from her cross looking at the crowd that looked at her.

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Her coming demise was her debt to Cruxtonia. Whether it was just or not did not change what her fate would be.

Barbara was in adamant denial that being crucified was a just punishment for her friendship with the other condemned women.

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When she gathered the strength, she cursed the people who had come to see their crucifixions.

By midafternoon, Messaline was visited by Judith, a one-time lover of hers. Judith stroked Messaline’s ass and commented how fine she looked stretched naked as she hanged nailed to her cross.

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After being crucified for over six hours, Judith’s words were of no comfort to Messaline and her tortured body.

By late afternoon, Kathy was begging the guards to finish her suffering.

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The guards taunted her, waving spears near her waiting chest.

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It was a cruel gesture. The guards were paid by Lord Flummux and Kathy had nothing to counter with besides a delightful view of her naked body displayed on her cross.

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To her despair she would be left hanging from her cross until she suffered its final goal.

Jackie put on an animated fight as she hang between the spikes that held her to her cross. Below her, free and privileged women of Cruxton marveled at her dance on the cross. For Jackie it was a desperate attempt to find comfort as she hanged from her cross. To the women watching her it was an erotic display.

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At one point she yelled down “You filthy bitches! Do you love watching us die up here?”

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In fact, they did enjoy her dance. More than a few would pair up that night and make passionate love thinking how one of them would look displayed naked and nailed to a cross. Of course, theirs was fantasy. They had no real desire to feel the spikes driven through their bodies.
 
Barbara was in adamant denial that being crucified was a just punishment for her friendship with the other condemned women.

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Adamant denial is something akin to complaining. When you’re crucified naked in a Tree story, there’s little else in me can do. What? Accept it? NEVER!
 
This left only two other women crucified to suffer the torments of the cross before they surrendered their lives.

Nicole hung spread on her cross, displayed stretched naked for the crowd to watch her prolonged agony as she was nailed to the cross.

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In constant pain she would find the strength to berate the people watching her die.

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She would gather what breath she could and taunt the people watching her agonizing death as she hung above them. She would yell “Do you like what you see? None of you would look as good as I do. Enjoy the show. You are not worthy enough to watch me die!”

But as the day dragged on, Nicole faded to the pain brought on by the cross.

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Quietly she prayed her death would come and end her suffering.

Which leads to Angel. Days before she was the favorite nun of Archbishop Wragg, his willing sex toy. Today she was a defrocked nun, just a another naked women dying on a row of crosses. The spikes hold her spread out with no way to cover herself.

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Her nude body is graphicly displayed for the Cruxtons who came to the hill to witness their executions. Spikes hold the shamed nuns arms wide and her broken feet firmly to the stipe.

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There is nothing Angel can do to hide the guards’ cum that flows down her spread legs.

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In true humiliation she pleads for her god to take her life.

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“Send me to hell, lord” she prays “but end this suffering now.”

Either her god did not hear her prayer or he ignored it. Angel still suffered with the other crucified women.
 
Market day in Cruxton was a major success. Lord Flummux not only delivered criminals the be crucified and put to death on the ‘Hill of Expiation’ but provided seven condemned women to experience the gruesome fate of the slow torturous method of dying hanged from their crosses. Starting early in the morning the women were forced to carry part of their crosses that their limbs would be nailed to.

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As hardened condemned criminals they were naked for their last march. This humiliated the women but greatly pleased the spectators.

Once they reached the hill’s summit the women were nailed to their crosses.

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The men crucifying them showed no mercy because they were women. After all, they were criminals condemned to death.

According to Lord Flummux’s orders the guards took the women once their wrists were spiked to the cross.

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It was determined that none of the women could be put to death being virgins and to the crowd’s delight the guards insured none could be.

With an accompaniment of grunts and groans, the men raised the crosses and the women nailed to them.

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Stretched on their crosses the women were raised high above the gawking crowd. The crosses were tall, with the crossbeams three meters above the ground once the crosses were set in the holes.

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The people of Cruxton seemed unable to divert their attention from the crucified women.

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The crucified women shouting both pleas for mercy and vulgarities at the crowd only drew lewd comments from those watching them.

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But the exhaustion of been crucified and the heat of the day took a toll on the condemned women. As time wore on their bodies revealed the toll their crucifixions were taking on the women. They slowed and hanged by their wrists, rising only occasionally to take in a large breath of air.

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As the sun baked the ‘Hill of Expiation’, the crowd thinned as even the appeal of seven nude women crucified became somewhat boring.

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Besides, watching women relieve themselves was not an inspired thing to watch.

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Except for the most barbaric spectators many retreated to Cruxton’s taverns to reminisce what they had seen.
 
the crowd thinned as even the appeal of seven nude women crucified became somewhat boring.
Philistines :doh:

After Tree's been to so much trouble. Such ingratitude! :mad:
 
Besides, watching women relieve themselves was not an inspired thing to watch.

It is when the women are completely naked, helpless and fixed to crosses. It is a symbol of their total degredation.

Except for the most barbaric spectators many retreated to Cruxton’s taverns to reminisce what they had seen.

Except for the most dedicated enthusiasts, you mean. The kind who can't get enough of stretched female bodies, of women pissing from crosses. The kind who appreciate the contradiction of seeing a woman's inherent beauty and sexuality shining through such apparent indignities.

Have a drink for me, I know where I want to be!

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Though downplayed in the recorded history of the women’s crucifixions, there was a large presence of Cruxton’s privileged women there to see the condemned women suffering on their crosses. By its nature, crucifixion spreads the human body, both prominently displaying it and making breathing for the crucified more difficult as time passes. When men are crucified, their bodies are well displayed to the spectators showing the helplessness of their muscles and, in a humiliating way, presenting their limp, worthless penises dangling uselessly between their legs.

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Lord Flummux, wishing to please Archbishop Wragg, had done ‘practice’ crucifixions on several women. He found crucifying women would enhance the look of their breasts as they stood out on the crucified woman’s chest.

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He also found the height of the cross hardly mattered to the condemned women as long as their feet did not touch the ground. Though a shorter or taller cross would deliver the same results, a women crucified on a taller stipe made a much better display for those witnessing her execution. The seven women, to the dismay of their executioners, were nailed to and hanged from relatively tall crosses.

As the women suffered the torments of the cross, below them the women of Cruxton traded reviews of the naked women dying overhead. They spoke in third person of the woman hanging above them as is she was not there to hear them talk.

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The women’s comments seemed tailored to a review of a fashion show instead of comments about the woman crucified before them. They discussed how the cross stretched the woman’s muscles and seemed to tone her body. They would note how well (or not) the condemned women’s breasts stood out. All this occurred as the crucified women slowly died before them.

The archbishop’s advisor Jollyrei arrived on the hill late in the afternoon. There was a group of Cruxton’s ladies gathered around Kathy’s cross, evaluating how well the cross the cross toned her body and enhanced her breasts. Kathy was in no mood for their frivolous blather and yelled down “They crucified me naked and that bitch gave us some potion. Of course my tits stand out!”

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Jollyrei asked Kathy “What ‘bitch’ was that?”

“How should I know? The blond one! She didn’t give her name” Kathy moaned back.

Jollyrei made a mental note, toured the other crosses, and headed back to town to fetch a drink at one of the taverns. He made sure he did not drink too much to forget his new-found information.

On the ‘Hill of Expiation’ the sun was slowly heading for horizon. The crowd thinned leaving only the hardiest there to torment the crucified women.

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The toll of being crucified was fading the women’s energy.

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They struggled for each breath they took.

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Lord Flummux stopped by the hill with his wife. He looked at Barbara and said “She’s looking a bit worse for her ware.”

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His wife replied “I’d look like that if I were crucified that long.”

There was still a healthy crowd on the hill. The guards discussed what they should do about them.

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They decided for crowd’s safety they would shoo them off. The road back to town would be dangerous after dark.

The women would be left alone during the night with only a handful of guards sealing of the hill’s summit.

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During the night the crucified women suffered not only the tortures of the cross, but their naked bodies were also exposed to the cool air embracing their bodies.

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Slowly their desire to live faded and they prayed their torments on their crosses would end.

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They would hang from the spikes nailed through their wrists, giving up on any chance of surviving their ordeal.

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It may be assumed they perished in the darkness of the night.

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But morning came and the sun rose on empty crosses standing at the ‘Hill of Expiation’s’ summit.

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A review of Cruxtonia’s records only notes they were crucified the morning of Market Day. No records exist of their time of death. Was this because their method of execution was infallible or was there no way to record the time of their passage in the night. The guards on duty swore their bodies were not removed nor were they rescued. It was not recorded how inebriated the guards were that morning.

The story would end here except for one detail recorded in a later book…
 
part one

Joan Tree was not only the purveyor of the horny potion, she was a member of Cruxton’s elite class. She was well aware of Archbishop Wragg’s power over Lord Flummux and plotted to use The archbishop’s power now that Sister Angel seemed to be out of her way.

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She used everything she had to gain the archbishop’s trust, sacrificing any dignity she had to wrap the archbishop into her web of control.

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However, just being the archbishop’s ‘main squeeze’ did not protect her from the powers behind the archbishop. His advisor Jollyrei privately confronted the archbishop with his knowledge of Joan’s usage of her potion on the seven women the archbishop was behind crucifying.

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The archbishop at first tried to deny Joan’s dirty deed but Jollyrei insisted that Joan’s use of her horny potion had sped the women’s end of their suffering when they were crucified. The archbishop’s butler agreed with Jollyrei. Old Slave astutely pointed out that women at the height of arousal (especially while crucified) burn a lot of energy, thus speeding their demise.

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He recommended Joan Tree be crucified after being given a fair trial which of course she would be found guilty of all charges brought against her. The butler also hinted if Joan was not tried, he might retire. The archbishop knew good women were a dime a dozen but a good butler was difficult to find. In the end, Joan Tree was arrested and tried in Cruxtonia’s highest court.

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In the defendant’s stand, Joan Tree almost collapsed in fear as she was found guilt and condemned to death by crucifixion.

The following Market day, a monk came to Joan Tree’s cell and locked irons about her wrists. Joan protested, saying “You can’t crucify me on the ‘Hill of Expiation! I am a noble woman of Cruxton’s privileged class!”

The monk scolded her noting “You were a member of the privileged class but you are now just a condemned criminal sentenced to be put to death hanged from a cross until you expire there!”

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Joan tests the irons only to find her wrists were secured behind her back. The monk marches her through Cruxton where a large crowd of people have assembled to see her last walk.

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Joan arrives at the ‘Hill of Expiation’ where a cross lays on the ground waiting for its occupant. Joan’s wrist irons are removed and she is led to the waiting wood.

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She whines “You can’t do this to me” but she is stretched out on the waiting cross. Without regard for her comfort, Joan is nailed to her cross.

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Joan lays nailed to the cross with intense pain filling her nailed limbs.

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She wonders how things could get worse but she has not been raised yet…
 
part two

Joan’s respite from her cross being raised lasted only a few moments while the executions prepared to lift her up. With grunts they lifted her.

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She fell almost a meter as the cross dropped into the mounting hole. With a loud thud the cross shuddered to an abrupt stop. The crowd’s cheers drowned out Joan’s groan as the cross stopped. For a few moments she hung motionless, stunned by pain she never had felt before.

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It wasn’t long before she begged for mercy and to be freed from the cross.

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Freedom from the cross and any form of mercy were not to be found. The crowd yelled lewd taunts at Joan and she responded with vile curses. This went on for hours until the rigors of being crucified had worn Joan out.

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By midafternoon, the crowd had departed for cooler, shadier places in town. Joan would beg the guards to finish her off and spare her any pain.

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The guards ignored her pleas and Joan would suffer an agonizing night spread naked against the face of the cross in the cool night air.

The morning dawned and she again pleaded for the guards to end her suffering. It was not until she had been crucified a full day did the commander wave a spear in front of her.

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With a cold sternness in his voice, he calls up to Joan “You ready for relief?”

Joan takes her last big gasp of air and shouts down “DO IT! Kill me!”

With a strong thrust he lifts the spear. The metal point was not that sharp and lifted Joan as it slowly sank into her chest.

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Blood from Joan’s lung was streaming from her nose and mouth as the commander twisted the spear within her before he pulls the shaft from her chest.

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It would take Joan another half hour before she died. Her body was left crucified till after the guards had their lunch. Her body, lifeless corpse was lowered and wrapped on cloth to be buried in an unmarked grave.

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…years later, T. H. Tree would tell this story to his guest at the Tree Estate. The brunette takes a drink of her wine and looks up at Tree. With a cold voice, Barbara says “If you think your sister being put to death on a cross makes up for what they did to me and my friends, you are absolutely crazy or drunk!”

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The end…
 
With a cold voice, Barbara says “If you think your sister being put to death on a cross makes up for what they did to me and my friends, you are absolutely crazy or drunk!”

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On reflection, I take that back. This is not an “or” situation. Tree is certifiably crazy as well as perpetually drunk. But he sure can spin a good illustrated CruxForums yarn,
 
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