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Cella
Spectator
Isn't that Messaline on the cross in this series? Although, I certainly wouldn't mind having my clit licked as I hanged on my cross!
Lucky girl, Messaline!
AlexArts
Soul of Cinder
You have been raped before...
Isn't that Messaline on the cross in this series? Although, I certainly wouldn't mind having my clit licked as I hanged on my cross!
Lucky girl, Messaline!
Its hard to remember who's on which cross and where, in the Forums,
never mind whether you've been raped or not (yet)
Never mind, we cruxgirls are always getting surprises here!
messaline
Crucified Amazon
Oh Hasturan is crucifying so many girls that he could mix up the names ...
... and there is no titulus at the top of the cross !!!
"What !!!! Whipped to the blood, nailed to the cross for a reason that I dont really know, you're calling that "lucky" ???!!!
Mmmmmmmmmm continue Lonicera , it's wonderful !!!!!!
Aaaaaarg ! I'm harshly suffering ! All my muscles are tetanized !!!
Mmmmmmmmmm my clit is not tetanized ..... that's so goooooood !!!"
Never anybody could understand women ......
... and there is no titulus at the top of the cross !!!
Lucky girl, Messaline!
"What !!!! Whipped to the blood, nailed to the cross for a reason that I dont really know, you're calling that "lucky" ???!!!
Mmmmmmmmmm continue Lonicera , it's wonderful !!!!!!
Aaaaaarg ! I'm harshly suffering ! All my muscles are tetanized !!!
Mmmmmmmmmm my clit is not tetanized ..... that's so goooooood !!!"
Never anybody could understand women ...... 
Cella
Spectator
. . . nailed to the cross for a reason that I dont really know . . .Oh Hasturan is crucifying so many girls that he could mix up the names ...
... and there is no titulus at the top of the cross !!!
"What !!!! Whipped to the blood, nailed to the cross for a reason that I dont really know, you're calling that "lucky" ???!!!
Mmmmmmmmmm continue Lonicera , it's wonderful !!!!!!
Aaaaaarg ! I'm harshly suffering ! All my muscles are tetanized !!!
Mmmmmmmmmm my clit is not tetanized ..... that's so goooooood !!!"
View attachment 390531 Never anybody could understand women ......
Well, me too! I was an innocent young virgin two days. Now, unjustly condemned, I'm about to be crucified!
Why me? Where is the justice? Whoever really committed the crime should be here, not me!!!!
. . . nailed to the cross for a reason that I dont really know . . .
Well, me too! I was an innocent young virgin two days. Now, unjustly condemned, I'm about to be crucified!
Why me? Where is the justice? Whoever really committed the crime should be here, not me!!!!
Well boo-fucking-hoo!!! Too bad for you!!!!
After all --
This is Crux Forums, bitch!
AlexArts
Soul of Cinder
Well... I guess no...
Young women on the crux look more aesthetic than man...
AlexArts
Soul of Cinder
Oh... Sorry... So, if you want... It's possibleYou misunderstand, Hasturan, I want my turn at tasting the young lady
messaline
Crucified Amazon
"Woooooo! My Lonicera !!! I'm cumming soon, continue, it's so much wonderful !!! Pain and pleasure, what a great mix !
Oooooooh ! Why are you starting ?! Noooooo, I want to cum in your hands !!! Pleeeaaase !
...she's get out !!!! .... I stay alone, with my pain ... I'll soon die ..."
Pierced by four nails, this Messaline is yet hoping that Lonicera could have some pity in making her cumming ...
Pierced by four nails, this Messaline stays alone ... alone in her pain ... alone and without hope , now ...
Alone ... for ETERNITY !
Are we not into this world ?
The birth, the life, long for some people, short for other'ones and finishing in pain ...
...but everybody are quick forgotten at the end ...
Oooooooh ! Why are you starting ?! Noooooo, I want to cum in your hands !!! Pleeeaaase !
...she's get out !!!! .... I stay alone, with my pain ... I'll soon die ...
"Pierced by four nails, this Messaline is yet hoping that Lonicera could have some pity in making her cumming ...
Pierced by four nails, this Messaline stays alone ... alone in her pain ... alone and without hope , now ...
Alone ... for ETERNITY !
Are we not into this world ?
The birth, the life, long for some people, short for other'ones and finishing in pain ...
...but everybody are quick forgotten at the end ...
... ALONE ...
Cella
Spectator
Wow! Very erotic series Hasturan. This image especially:
It could be from a very erotic dream! So beautiful!
Cella
Spectator
Marcella's Crucifixion, Part 1
Halt!” Marcella hears the command barked out soon after turn in the road. She stumbles forward a few more steps propelled by the momentum of the heavy beam balanced across her shoulders. She stands on weak and trembling legs in the center of the road, bent forward at the waist. She spreads her legs a bit to help keep her balance. She is exhausted and hot from the near two-mile march from the prison courtyard, through the city streets, then out a side gate to arrive at this place. The soles of her feet are bloody. Despite the cool morning, sweat runs off her naked body.
She’d been accompanied on her march by the horse-mounted Decurion and a detail of four armed soldiers. The escorting detail directs Marcella to the side of the road then up a slight rise to the flat ground of the execution site. The execution squad arrived earlier and is making preparations of their own.
Looking back down the road Marcella sees spectators walking, some running, towards the execution site. It sickens her to know these people have come to watch her die on a cross, elevated naked above them! The sudden thought of her imminent crucifixion sends waves of fresh terror through her body. The weight of the crossbeam across her back, to which her extended arms are tied, never seemed heavier. She looks right and left and tries to imagine her wrists nailed to the wood, seeing the dull grey heads of spikes nailed through her wrists and the meandering streams of blood running down her arms. Her heart is racing now; she desperately wants to flee from this place but knows she cannot. Nausea and lightheadedness overwhelm her and she drops to one knee, then the other. One end of the crossbeam dips and digs into the dirt. Emotionally overcome Marcella begins to wail, looking around, begging for mercy. Huge tears run down her cheeks.
Marcella has seen crucifixions before. She knows that horrific agonies await her as she hangs nailed to a cross. She has looked upon the twisted, tortured bodies of crucified men and women groaning in agony, begging for water, and begging to be killed. But she knows that no mercy is ever given. No, just like the wretched victims she has observed, she too will be forced to pay the full price. She will hang nailed to her cross for as long as it takes for her to die. But I’m innocent, innocent! This is all a terrible mistake!
“Stand up, bitch,” shouts one of the soldiers who grabs her arm and tries to bring Marcella, groaning in pain, back to a standing position.
“Leave her be,” orders the Decurion. “Allow her a small bit of time before they begin.”
Through tear-clouded eyes Marcella looks up at the mounted officer. She catches his eye as he stares down at her tortured, naked body, crouched under the burden of the heavy crossbeam. Yes, again she sees the pity in his eyes. But she does not hold his gaze. He breaks eye contact and spurs his horse away to issue orders to the soldiers about maintaining order as the spectators arrive. He knows I’m innocent, thinks Marcella in her misery. Why doesn’t he do something to prevent this?
The site for Marcella’s crucifixion is an area of slightly elevated ground next to the road that winds its way around the city. It is weedy and rocky but provides space for the spectators, soldiers, executioners and the crucified. From the road to the city wall is about 100 feet (30 meters). Although Marcella cannot see it, about 10 meters from the wall there are six brick-lined holes in the ground spaced at equal intervals. Each hole is deep enough to hold steady an upright cross and its struggling victim.
A signal from the executioners indicates they are ready. “Bring the girl,” orders the Decurion. The detail pulls Marcella to her feet. They quickly walk her over to where her stipes is placed on the ground. There she is handed off to the executioners. They force her to the ground in a sitting position. Her arms are untied from the ends of the crossbeam which is carried over to be mated with the stipes. Just as the crossbeam is removed from her shoulders Marcella is pulled to her feet and her hands are tied behind her back. She watches in horrible fascination as the cross – her cross -- is assembled and positioned by one of the holes on the ground. Can this cross really be for her? Yes, it is, and she’s about to be crucified on it! The thought of it seems ridiculous. Why? She did nothing wrong. Why is this happening to her?
One of the executioners approaches her. He appears to be in charge of the execution detail. He is stripped to the waist which shows his lean, muscular physique. Marcella cringes as he stands close to her. She is suddenly aware of her nakedness. Her face reddens and she looks away.
“On your knees, bitch,” he orders her. Marcella complies, not knowing what is coming next. Is this part of being crucified, she wonders?
To her horror he undoes his loincloth and stands naked over her. Marcella drops her head at the site of his huge semi-erect cock dangling in front of her.
“Look up at me bitch!” he orders. Marcella complies, sitting back on her legs as she looks him in the face.
“Now, I’m going to have your hands untied,” he tells her, “and you will do as I command. If you do I might take some mercy on you so you will not have to suffer for as long as your crime demands. Do you understand me?”
Marcella nods her head. She was such an innocent child a few days ago, but now she’s all too aware of what he may want from her. But if her further degradation will lessen any of her suffering to come, she will cooperate.
The executioner looks down at her. “Say it, cunt! Let me hear you say you will do as I say?”
“Yes, yes,” utters Marcella, “I will do as you say.”
“Very well then. Let us proceed.”
The executioner has Marcella’s hands untied. She remains kneeling in front of him.
“Now, if you hurt me, or do not agree to do as told, I will see to it that you suffer many days on the cross. As bad as crucifixion is I can make it last a very, very long time. Do you understand me?
“Yes, I do” Marcella answers softly.
“I am told that you claim to be a virgin, an innocent girl, unmolested? Is that true?
“Yes. I am a virgin.”
“But, how is that possible? You were raped in prison, and your pussy was tortured with the pear. Is that not true? How can you claim to still be a virgin?”
“I did not consent. I was taken by force.” Marcella feels her anger rising at the horrible assaults upon her body. What’s his game here, she wonders? To humiliate her further?
“So you claim to still be an innocent virgin, huh? You may know that it is unlawful to crucify a virgin. But we can fix that little detail easily enough. But, again, do you agree to do as I ask?”
“Yes, I agree.” Marcella’s tears begin to flow again.
“Kneel up straight now,” he orders her. The executioner steps closer. His dangling cock is in Marcella’s face. She instinctively turns away, in shame and disgust.
“Face me, bitch!” He commands her. “Don’t you fucking dare to look away. What’s wrong with my cock. Don’t you like it? I’ve been told I have a very handsome cock. Don’t you dare disrespect me by looking away! Is that clear you fucking cunt
“Yes, yes it is,” mumbles Marcella as she turns her face toward him. His cock presses against her lips, chin, and sides of her nose.
“Now, you little worthless cunt, tell me I have a handsome cock, and that you want to fellate me. Go ahead, say it!”
“You, you, have a handsome cock, sir.” Marcella answers, in a terrified, trembling voice. “And I want to flate you.”
“What did you say, cunt? Did you say ‘flate’? No, the word is ‘fel-late,’ not ‘flate’, you stupid little twat. Do you even know what I want you to do?”
Marcella looks up at the executioner, her eyes wet with tears. “No, no, I’m not sure, I . . . yes, I think so. Maybe. I don’t know, I don’t know!”
“My, you are an innocent little cunnus, aren’t you? Well, we’re going to educate you here on the fine art of fellatio. You still agree to do this, right?”
“Yes.”
“Now, take my cock in your hand and press it to your lips. Do not close your eyes! You must look at me!”
Marcella tremulously reaches up with her left hand and takes hold of the executioner’s cock and does as she is told. The act fills her with revulsion. Her lips are shut tight. She feels his organ get harder with her grip. She stares into his cold eyes, as instructed.
“Do exactly as I say, girl.” He wags his finger above her head. “If not, I will make sure you suffer more than you can imagine. If you bite or scratch my cock you will pay a dear price. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Marcella answers softly.
“Now, tell me you want to suck my cock.”
Even in her innocence Marcella knew this was going to happen. Yet, the image so repels her that she has to hold down the vile gore rising in her throat. He wants me to take his cock in my mouth? How disgusting!
“Come on, say it bitch. Say you want to suck my cock!”
“I, I, I want to suck your cock.” Marcella nervously complies.
“Good girl. Now do as I say. Moisten your lips first, then kiss the head of my cock. Gently now.”
Marcella steels herself, shuts her eyes tight, and gives his cock a quick peck with her lips closed, as though she was an awkward, inexperienced girl, which indeed she is at this moment.
“No, no, no, you stupid twat!” The executioner shouts at the cringing Marcella. “Pucker up those lips first! Let me feel your lips around the head of my cock! I want to feel your soft, wet kisses! Not some virginal peck! Do you mean to tell me that mine is the first cock you’ve ever kissed before?”
He laughs, loudly, as do the other executioners, the soldiers, and whatever spectators were close enough to hear.
Humiliated at the sounds of laughter at the expense of her innocence, Marcella pulls back, sobbing. “I, I’ve never done this before. I don’t know what to do!”
“I just told you what to do. Now do it!”
Marcella tries to comply, but she can barely work up enough saliva. “Please, may I have some water. My mouth is so dry.”
The executioner motions for a water bag to be brought over. Marcella drinks deeply from it. The water spills out of the corners of her mouth, running down her torso and over her soft breasts. The bag is pulled away all too quickly. Marcella’s thirst is hardly quenched.
“Please, please, more . . .”
“That’s enough for you. Now girlie, take hold my pecker and give it those soft, wet kisses I know only you can give.”
Marcella takes hold of his erect cock and, and puckering her wet lips, softly begins kissing the throbbing head of the executioner’s cock. She feels it harden even further.
“Oh, so the bitch does know how to kiss a man’s cock after all!” The executioner roars. “Now, add your tongue, flick your tongue around the head. Go ahead, do it!”
Marcella is painfully and humiliatingly aware of her inexperience with this practice. Even so, she desperately and eagerly tries to please the executioner believing it’ll get her mercy when crucified. Without knowing it she has taken hold of his cock with her other hand and with a two-handed grip inserts the entire head into her mouth as she determinately licks and kisses.
“Fuck me if this bitch doesn’t know how to give head!” Roars the executioner. “Are you sure this is your first time bitch? You’re a natural!”
“Ummm, ummm, yes, yes,” Marcella replies, looking up at him, as she pulls her lips away.
“I didn’t tell you to stop! Keep going. Come on, use our tongue more. But keep your teeth away. Do not bite me! Use your lips girl, suck on my cock. There you go!”
Marcella has no idea if she is doing this correctly but by now she has most of his cock in her mouth. It was then that the executioner put his hand on the back of her head and began pushing her head over his cock until it was at the back of her throat. Marcella has to let go of his cock. For balance she places her hands on his thighs as the executioner thrusts his cock deeper and deeper into her throat. Marcella begins to gag each time; she feels as though she is chocking. She panics and tries to pull back.
“Don’t you pull away from me bitch. Just keep still and don’t bite. Close your mouth! “
“Gahh, ack, ack, gack, gack!”
Marcella does her best not to bite his cock as he relentlessly shoves it in and out of her mouth. Her gag reflexes are going to make her vomit soon, she knows it. Whatever is going to happen better happen soon – and she knows what that is!
Suddenly he thrusts deep and his cock explodes with a huge spurt of semen into the back of her throat. He pulls his cock out a bit as she gags and coughs tying to expel the awful sticky substance. The creamy white cum drips out of her mouth and falls to her chest even as he keeps slowly thrusting his cock back and forth in her mouth.
Then, suddenly, it’s over. He pulls his cock out of her mouth and removes his hand from the back of her head. Marcella bends forward, still gagging. Now she vomits, throwing up most of the water she just drank as well as the semen filling her mouth. She coughs and gags, spitting out the last gobs of semen. She’s left with an utterly undefined and unpleasant taste in her mouth, somewhat salty but also slightly sweet. Why would any woman want to do this, she thinks? It was easily the most disgusting thing she has ever done. Will this get me the mercy he promised, she wonders?
But the executioner is not through with her yet. “On your knees bitch,” he orders. “Bend forward.” He pushes down on the back of her head. Marcella is on her knees with her palms pressed into the ground. Her head up, she looks straight ahead at the other executioners laughing and pointing at her. She recognizes two them: they were the ones who raped her in prison. Spectators who dare to get too close are kept back by the soldiers. She is in a vulnerable and humiliating position for a young women naked among rough, uncaring men.
“Don’t move,” the executioner orders. “Just spread your legs a bit and keep your ass up.” He approaches her from behind. Marcella feels his cock brushing the insides of her thighs and sliding up and down the crack of her ass. She sucks in her breath when the head of his cock pauses briefly at her butt hole, seemingly probing for entrance. Terrified, she braces herself for penetration. But the cock moves down a bit towards her genitals. She flinches as strong fingers in her crotch separate her swollen and tender pussy lips and probe into her vagina.
The executioner leans over her back and whispers in her ear. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you bitch? Fuck you like the bitch you are. Right? Ask me to fuck you bitch. Ask me real nice and sweet, because I know you want me to!”
Sobbing, with a quaking voice, Marcella does as he requests. “Would you fuck me, please?”
“Oh, so you want me to fuck you? Is that it? Well, my little cunt, I am happy to oblige.
The executioner withdraws his fingers from Marcella’s pussy. Then she feels the solid head of his cock penetrating her from behind. She yelps in pain as he pushes in slowly. The tortured flesh of her unlubricated vagina is stretched as his cock becomes fully sheathed.
Then he begins thrusting, in and out, first slowly and deep, then more rapidly. Marcella can only moan and grunt under the assault. Her vagina has been relentlessly tortured by the pear and rape in the last two days. Now she’s in intense pain as her executioner viciously thrusts deep into her. She feels being penetrated far more deeply that when raped on her back. The friction on her tender parts burns fiery hot.
“Keep your ass up bitch!” The executioner commands. Her position allows him to drive his cock deeper and deeper into her. Faster and faster! Marcella lets out a load, continuous groan as she is suddenly aware of not just pain in her vagina but a bizarre sense of pleasure. How can that be? It was almost like the warm, pulsating waves of pleasure she felt spreading out from her vagina when she rubbed and stroked herself. But when she masturbated she knew her needs and rhythms. But this should not be happening!
But it is happening! As the executioner relentlessly drives his cock in and out Marcella is feeling those familiar, pulsating waves of pleasure building to an inevitable orgasm! How can agony and torture be mixed with pleasure? Marcella has no idea, but now, with her forearms on the ground and ass in the air, her groans of agony become mixed with moans of pure pleasure. The executioner reaches around and grabs at her dangling, whipped breasts, squeezing the tortured flesh and viciously pinching her nipples. Marcella grunts and moans under the assault.
Her executioner makes his final, deep, convulsive thrust and shoots a load of hot semen into her. Simultaneously Marcella reaches her own peaking orgasm. The pleasure sensations radiating out from her pussy suddenly explode. She screams as a tidal wave of pleasure courses back and forth through her tortured body.
The executioner, having finished, pulls out of Marcella. He slaps her on the ass as he stands up. Marcella rolls over onto her side, squeezing her thighs together as the pulsating waves of pleasure continue to ripple through her. She is gasping for breath and covered with sweat. The pain of her tortured flesh mixes with the pleasure of her orgasm. How can the two go together? Did she give the executioner what he wanted? Will she be granted mercy? Any mercy at all? Marcella reflects on the cruel fact that the only orgasm she will ever have with a man came from her executioner, the man who will in any moment have her nailed to a cross! The sickening nausea of anticipating being nailed to her cross has replaced the waning waves of pleasure. Now she is just terrified again.
Marcella’s eyes are closed as she hears the executioner’s command: “Crucify the bitch!”
Strong hands pull Marcella to her feet. They drag her toward the cross on the ground. She sees the hammer and nails. Her legs buckle. She feels the sticky semen between her thighs. She faints.
Marcella revives as the execution team is stretching her across the wood of the cross. “Please, oh please,” she wails at the executioner as he stands over her, hammer in hand. He has not replaced his loincloth. His huge cock dangles above her head. Another member of the execution team presses the first nail into her wrist. The stabbing pain of the sharp point as it breaks her skin surprises her. She twists and turns, desperately trying to escape, but the execution team holds her fast to the wood. “Have mercy on me today,” she shouts. “Please, I did everything you asked, everything expected of me!”
“You were a very cooperative young woman," the executioner explains. "Many others do not even try to cooperate as you did in the official taking of your virginity. Everything done to you was with your permission, correct?"
"Yes, yes, it was. I cooperated, fully. But now, please remember to have mercy on me. I do not want to suffer long on the cross. Please promise me you'll show me mercy. I did everything you wanted, didn't I?"
“Yes, well mostly. Unfortunately you were negligent in one detail that I cannot overlook. No, I'm sorry, but you must suffer the full penalty – no mercy!”
“Why, why,” screams Marcella, as he kneels by her wrist and raises the hammer high overhead.
“Simple, dear girl. You didn’t swallow.”
“What . . .?” Marcella’s question is cut off by her screams as her wrist is nailed to the cross.
Halt!” Marcella hears the command barked out soon after turn in the road. She stumbles forward a few more steps propelled by the momentum of the heavy beam balanced across her shoulders. She stands on weak and trembling legs in the center of the road, bent forward at the waist. She spreads her legs a bit to help keep her balance. She is exhausted and hot from the near two-mile march from the prison courtyard, through the city streets, then out a side gate to arrive at this place. The soles of her feet are bloody. Despite the cool morning, sweat runs off her naked body.
She’d been accompanied on her march by the horse-mounted Decurion and a detail of four armed soldiers. The escorting detail directs Marcella to the side of the road then up a slight rise to the flat ground of the execution site. The execution squad arrived earlier and is making preparations of their own.
Looking back down the road Marcella sees spectators walking, some running, towards the execution site. It sickens her to know these people have come to watch her die on a cross, elevated naked above them! The sudden thought of her imminent crucifixion sends waves of fresh terror through her body. The weight of the crossbeam across her back, to which her extended arms are tied, never seemed heavier. She looks right and left and tries to imagine her wrists nailed to the wood, seeing the dull grey heads of spikes nailed through her wrists and the meandering streams of blood running down her arms. Her heart is racing now; she desperately wants to flee from this place but knows she cannot. Nausea and lightheadedness overwhelm her and she drops to one knee, then the other. One end of the crossbeam dips and digs into the dirt. Emotionally overcome Marcella begins to wail, looking around, begging for mercy. Huge tears run down her cheeks.
Marcella has seen crucifixions before. She knows that horrific agonies await her as she hangs nailed to a cross. She has looked upon the twisted, tortured bodies of crucified men and women groaning in agony, begging for water, and begging to be killed. But she knows that no mercy is ever given. No, just like the wretched victims she has observed, she too will be forced to pay the full price. She will hang nailed to her cross for as long as it takes for her to die. But I’m innocent, innocent! This is all a terrible mistake!
“Stand up, bitch,” shouts one of the soldiers who grabs her arm and tries to bring Marcella, groaning in pain, back to a standing position.
“Leave her be,” orders the Decurion. “Allow her a small bit of time before they begin.”
Through tear-clouded eyes Marcella looks up at the mounted officer. She catches his eye as he stares down at her tortured, naked body, crouched under the burden of the heavy crossbeam. Yes, again she sees the pity in his eyes. But she does not hold his gaze. He breaks eye contact and spurs his horse away to issue orders to the soldiers about maintaining order as the spectators arrive. He knows I’m innocent, thinks Marcella in her misery. Why doesn’t he do something to prevent this?
The site for Marcella’s crucifixion is an area of slightly elevated ground next to the road that winds its way around the city. It is weedy and rocky but provides space for the spectators, soldiers, executioners and the crucified. From the road to the city wall is about 100 feet (30 meters). Although Marcella cannot see it, about 10 meters from the wall there are six brick-lined holes in the ground spaced at equal intervals. Each hole is deep enough to hold steady an upright cross and its struggling victim.
A signal from the executioners indicates they are ready. “Bring the girl,” orders the Decurion. The detail pulls Marcella to her feet. They quickly walk her over to where her stipes is placed on the ground. There she is handed off to the executioners. They force her to the ground in a sitting position. Her arms are untied from the ends of the crossbeam which is carried over to be mated with the stipes. Just as the crossbeam is removed from her shoulders Marcella is pulled to her feet and her hands are tied behind her back. She watches in horrible fascination as the cross – her cross -- is assembled and positioned by one of the holes on the ground. Can this cross really be for her? Yes, it is, and she’s about to be crucified on it! The thought of it seems ridiculous. Why? She did nothing wrong. Why is this happening to her?
One of the executioners approaches her. He appears to be in charge of the execution detail. He is stripped to the waist which shows his lean, muscular physique. Marcella cringes as he stands close to her. She is suddenly aware of her nakedness. Her face reddens and she looks away.
“On your knees, bitch,” he orders her. Marcella complies, not knowing what is coming next. Is this part of being crucified, she wonders?
To her horror he undoes his loincloth and stands naked over her. Marcella drops her head at the site of his huge semi-erect cock dangling in front of her.
“Look up at me bitch!” he orders. Marcella complies, sitting back on her legs as she looks him in the face.
“Now, I’m going to have your hands untied,” he tells her, “and you will do as I command. If you do I might take some mercy on you so you will not have to suffer for as long as your crime demands. Do you understand me?”
Marcella nods her head. She was such an innocent child a few days ago, but now she’s all too aware of what he may want from her. But if her further degradation will lessen any of her suffering to come, she will cooperate.
The executioner looks down at her. “Say it, cunt! Let me hear you say you will do as I say?”
“Yes, yes,” utters Marcella, “I will do as you say.”
“Very well then. Let us proceed.”
The executioner has Marcella’s hands untied. She remains kneeling in front of him.
“Now, if you hurt me, or do not agree to do as told, I will see to it that you suffer many days on the cross. As bad as crucifixion is I can make it last a very, very long time. Do you understand me?
“Yes, I do” Marcella answers softly.
“I am told that you claim to be a virgin, an innocent girl, unmolested? Is that true?
“Yes. I am a virgin.”
“But, how is that possible? You were raped in prison, and your pussy was tortured with the pear. Is that not true? How can you claim to still be a virgin?”
“I did not consent. I was taken by force.” Marcella feels her anger rising at the horrible assaults upon her body. What’s his game here, she wonders? To humiliate her further?
“So you claim to still be an innocent virgin, huh? You may know that it is unlawful to crucify a virgin. But we can fix that little detail easily enough. But, again, do you agree to do as I ask?”
“Yes, I agree.” Marcella’s tears begin to flow again.
“Kneel up straight now,” he orders her. The executioner steps closer. His dangling cock is in Marcella’s face. She instinctively turns away, in shame and disgust.
“Face me, bitch!” He commands her. “Don’t you fucking dare to look away. What’s wrong with my cock. Don’t you like it? I’ve been told I have a very handsome cock. Don’t you dare disrespect me by looking away! Is that clear you fucking cunt
“Yes, yes it is,” mumbles Marcella as she turns her face toward him. His cock presses against her lips, chin, and sides of her nose.
“Now, you little worthless cunt, tell me I have a handsome cock, and that you want to fellate me. Go ahead, say it!”
“You, you, have a handsome cock, sir.” Marcella answers, in a terrified, trembling voice. “And I want to flate you.”
“What did you say, cunt? Did you say ‘flate’? No, the word is ‘fel-late,’ not ‘flate’, you stupid little twat. Do you even know what I want you to do?”
Marcella looks up at the executioner, her eyes wet with tears. “No, no, I’m not sure, I . . . yes, I think so. Maybe. I don’t know, I don’t know!”
“My, you are an innocent little cunnus, aren’t you? Well, we’re going to educate you here on the fine art of fellatio. You still agree to do this, right?”
“Yes.”
“Now, take my cock in your hand and press it to your lips. Do not close your eyes! You must look at me!”
Marcella tremulously reaches up with her left hand and takes hold of the executioner’s cock and does as she is told. The act fills her with revulsion. Her lips are shut tight. She feels his organ get harder with her grip. She stares into his cold eyes, as instructed.
“Do exactly as I say, girl.” He wags his finger above her head. “If not, I will make sure you suffer more than you can imagine. If you bite or scratch my cock you will pay a dear price. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Marcella answers softly.
“Now, tell me you want to suck my cock.”
Even in her innocence Marcella knew this was going to happen. Yet, the image so repels her that she has to hold down the vile gore rising in her throat. He wants me to take his cock in my mouth? How disgusting!
“Come on, say it bitch. Say you want to suck my cock!”
“I, I, I want to suck your cock.” Marcella nervously complies.
“Good girl. Now do as I say. Moisten your lips first, then kiss the head of my cock. Gently now.”
Marcella steels herself, shuts her eyes tight, and gives his cock a quick peck with her lips closed, as though she was an awkward, inexperienced girl, which indeed she is at this moment.
“No, no, no, you stupid twat!” The executioner shouts at the cringing Marcella. “Pucker up those lips first! Let me feel your lips around the head of my cock! I want to feel your soft, wet kisses! Not some virginal peck! Do you mean to tell me that mine is the first cock you’ve ever kissed before?”
He laughs, loudly, as do the other executioners, the soldiers, and whatever spectators were close enough to hear.
Humiliated at the sounds of laughter at the expense of her innocence, Marcella pulls back, sobbing. “I, I’ve never done this before. I don’t know what to do!”
“I just told you what to do. Now do it!”
Marcella tries to comply, but she can barely work up enough saliva. “Please, may I have some water. My mouth is so dry.”
The executioner motions for a water bag to be brought over. Marcella drinks deeply from it. The water spills out of the corners of her mouth, running down her torso and over her soft breasts. The bag is pulled away all too quickly. Marcella’s thirst is hardly quenched.
“Please, please, more . . .”
“That’s enough for you. Now girlie, take hold my pecker and give it those soft, wet kisses I know only you can give.”
Marcella takes hold of his erect cock and, and puckering her wet lips, softly begins kissing the throbbing head of the executioner’s cock. She feels it harden even further.
“Oh, so the bitch does know how to kiss a man’s cock after all!” The executioner roars. “Now, add your tongue, flick your tongue around the head. Go ahead, do it!”
Marcella is painfully and humiliatingly aware of her inexperience with this practice. Even so, she desperately and eagerly tries to please the executioner believing it’ll get her mercy when crucified. Without knowing it she has taken hold of his cock with her other hand and with a two-handed grip inserts the entire head into her mouth as she determinately licks and kisses.
“Fuck me if this bitch doesn’t know how to give head!” Roars the executioner. “Are you sure this is your first time bitch? You’re a natural!”
“Ummm, ummm, yes, yes,” Marcella replies, looking up at him, as she pulls her lips away.
“I didn’t tell you to stop! Keep going. Come on, use our tongue more. But keep your teeth away. Do not bite me! Use your lips girl, suck on my cock. There you go!”
Marcella has no idea if she is doing this correctly but by now she has most of his cock in her mouth. It was then that the executioner put his hand on the back of her head and began pushing her head over his cock until it was at the back of her throat. Marcella has to let go of his cock. For balance she places her hands on his thighs as the executioner thrusts his cock deeper and deeper into her throat. Marcella begins to gag each time; she feels as though she is chocking. She panics and tries to pull back.
“Don’t you pull away from me bitch. Just keep still and don’t bite. Close your mouth! “
“Gahh, ack, ack, gack, gack!”
Marcella does her best not to bite his cock as he relentlessly shoves it in and out of her mouth. Her gag reflexes are going to make her vomit soon, she knows it. Whatever is going to happen better happen soon – and she knows what that is!
Suddenly he thrusts deep and his cock explodes with a huge spurt of semen into the back of her throat. He pulls his cock out a bit as she gags and coughs tying to expel the awful sticky substance. The creamy white cum drips out of her mouth and falls to her chest even as he keeps slowly thrusting his cock back and forth in her mouth.
Then, suddenly, it’s over. He pulls his cock out of her mouth and removes his hand from the back of her head. Marcella bends forward, still gagging. Now she vomits, throwing up most of the water she just drank as well as the semen filling her mouth. She coughs and gags, spitting out the last gobs of semen. She’s left with an utterly undefined and unpleasant taste in her mouth, somewhat salty but also slightly sweet. Why would any woman want to do this, she thinks? It was easily the most disgusting thing she has ever done. Will this get me the mercy he promised, she wonders?
But the executioner is not through with her yet. “On your knees bitch,” he orders. “Bend forward.” He pushes down on the back of her head. Marcella is on her knees with her palms pressed into the ground. Her head up, she looks straight ahead at the other executioners laughing and pointing at her. She recognizes two them: they were the ones who raped her in prison. Spectators who dare to get too close are kept back by the soldiers. She is in a vulnerable and humiliating position for a young women naked among rough, uncaring men.
“Don’t move,” the executioner orders. “Just spread your legs a bit and keep your ass up.” He approaches her from behind. Marcella feels his cock brushing the insides of her thighs and sliding up and down the crack of her ass. She sucks in her breath when the head of his cock pauses briefly at her butt hole, seemingly probing for entrance. Terrified, she braces herself for penetration. But the cock moves down a bit towards her genitals. She flinches as strong fingers in her crotch separate her swollen and tender pussy lips and probe into her vagina.
The executioner leans over her back and whispers in her ear. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you bitch? Fuck you like the bitch you are. Right? Ask me to fuck you bitch. Ask me real nice and sweet, because I know you want me to!”
Sobbing, with a quaking voice, Marcella does as he requests. “Would you fuck me, please?”
“Oh, so you want me to fuck you? Is that it? Well, my little cunt, I am happy to oblige.
The executioner withdraws his fingers from Marcella’s pussy. Then she feels the solid head of his cock penetrating her from behind. She yelps in pain as he pushes in slowly. The tortured flesh of her unlubricated vagina is stretched as his cock becomes fully sheathed.
Then he begins thrusting, in and out, first slowly and deep, then more rapidly. Marcella can only moan and grunt under the assault. Her vagina has been relentlessly tortured by the pear and rape in the last two days. Now she’s in intense pain as her executioner viciously thrusts deep into her. She feels being penetrated far more deeply that when raped on her back. The friction on her tender parts burns fiery hot.
“Keep your ass up bitch!” The executioner commands. Her position allows him to drive his cock deeper and deeper into her. Faster and faster! Marcella lets out a load, continuous groan as she is suddenly aware of not just pain in her vagina but a bizarre sense of pleasure. How can that be? It was almost like the warm, pulsating waves of pleasure she felt spreading out from her vagina when she rubbed and stroked herself. But when she masturbated she knew her needs and rhythms. But this should not be happening!
But it is happening! As the executioner relentlessly drives his cock in and out Marcella is feeling those familiar, pulsating waves of pleasure building to an inevitable orgasm! How can agony and torture be mixed with pleasure? Marcella has no idea, but now, with her forearms on the ground and ass in the air, her groans of agony become mixed with moans of pure pleasure. The executioner reaches around and grabs at her dangling, whipped breasts, squeezing the tortured flesh and viciously pinching her nipples. Marcella grunts and moans under the assault.
Her executioner makes his final, deep, convulsive thrust and shoots a load of hot semen into her. Simultaneously Marcella reaches her own peaking orgasm. The pleasure sensations radiating out from her pussy suddenly explode. She screams as a tidal wave of pleasure courses back and forth through her tortured body.
The executioner, having finished, pulls out of Marcella. He slaps her on the ass as he stands up. Marcella rolls over onto her side, squeezing her thighs together as the pulsating waves of pleasure continue to ripple through her. She is gasping for breath and covered with sweat. The pain of her tortured flesh mixes with the pleasure of her orgasm. How can the two go together? Did she give the executioner what he wanted? Will she be granted mercy? Any mercy at all? Marcella reflects on the cruel fact that the only orgasm she will ever have with a man came from her executioner, the man who will in any moment have her nailed to a cross! The sickening nausea of anticipating being nailed to her cross has replaced the waning waves of pleasure. Now she is just terrified again.
Marcella’s eyes are closed as she hears the executioner’s command: “Crucify the bitch!”
Strong hands pull Marcella to her feet. They drag her toward the cross on the ground. She sees the hammer and nails. Her legs buckle. She feels the sticky semen between her thighs. She faints.
Marcella revives as the execution team is stretching her across the wood of the cross. “Please, oh please,” she wails at the executioner as he stands over her, hammer in hand. He has not replaced his loincloth. His huge cock dangles above her head. Another member of the execution team presses the first nail into her wrist. The stabbing pain of the sharp point as it breaks her skin surprises her. She twists and turns, desperately trying to escape, but the execution team holds her fast to the wood. “Have mercy on me today,” she shouts. “Please, I did everything you asked, everything expected of me!”
“You were a very cooperative young woman," the executioner explains. "Many others do not even try to cooperate as you did in the official taking of your virginity. Everything done to you was with your permission, correct?"
"Yes, yes, it was. I cooperated, fully. But now, please remember to have mercy on me. I do not want to suffer long on the cross. Please promise me you'll show me mercy. I did everything you wanted, didn't I?"
“Yes, well mostly. Unfortunately you were negligent in one detail that I cannot overlook. No, I'm sorry, but you must suffer the full penalty – no mercy!”
“Why, why,” screams Marcella, as he kneels by her wrist and raises the hammer high overhead.
“Simple, dear girl. You didn’t swallow.”
“What . . .?” Marcella’s question is cut off by her screams as her wrist is nailed to the cross.
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Soul of Cinder
AlexArts
Soul of Cinder
-Lonicera, I saw exciting dream. It was so real. You whipped me and condemned to crucifixion...
-Just relax, it's just a dream... Come to me, my dear, sweet Messaline....
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