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I stagger. Everywhere hurts in my body. The pain from the rocks hurting my feet would normally be so painful but I can hardly feel it. I'm so bloody. My hair is a mess. Everyone seems to be looking at me! With all the blood and scars, I'm so ugly and unpresentable. Those men are cruel! And the people love them torturing and degrading me. Why can't they at least present me dignified?!!
I've been a good girl all my life. Just one mistake and they treat me like an incorrigible slave or barbarian bandit. Even the most severe offenders with my class would be swiftly beheaded in private, not this inhumane humiliation and torture.
God! What did I do?!! Please save me from this Hell.
No quick exit for you, I am afraid. You will need to suffer a painful degrading death in public. You will be the object of derision and scorn for the assembled populace.
 
I stagger. Everywhere hurts in my body. The pain from the rocks hurting my feet would normally be so painful but I can hardly feel it. I'm so bloody. My hair is a mess. Everyone seems to be looking at me! With all the blood and scars, I'm so ugly and unpresentable. Those men are cruel! And the people love them torturing and degrading me. Why can't they at least present me dignified?!!
I've been a good girl all my life. Just one mistake and they treat me like an incorrigible slave or barbarian bandit. Even the most severe offenders with my class would be swiftly beheaded in private, not this inhumane humiliation and torture.
God! What did I do?!! Please save me from this Hell.
The soldiers start Emma on her march to the Hill Of Crosses.The old and younger soldier pull her by the chains attached to her thin, long neck.
Emma struggles to match along. The old soldier cuffs the back of her head.."Keep moving or I'll knock some of your teeth out whore!"
Emma slowly moves on and the old soldier makes a fist and starts throwing a fist towards Emma's still pretty face...All of a sudden his arm is grabbed by the young soldier...."That's enough!!" The old soldier is shocked by the insolence... How dare he..."I said that's enough!!! We will spare her face!!"
The young soldier knows he will face consequences but he doesn't want Emma's pretty face ruined.
The young soldier looks Emma in the eyes. " We will execute the sentence...that is our duty...but I admire your beauty and want to have you die with it." The young soldier stares the old soldier down..."Let's get her up the hill."
 
The soldiers start Emma on her march to the Hill Of Crosses.The old and younger soldier pull her by the chains attached to her thin, long neck.
Emma struggles to match along. The old soldier cuffs the back of her head.."Keep moving or I'll knock some of your teeth out whore!"
Emma slowly moves on and the old soldier makes a fist and starts throwing a fist towards Emma's still pretty face...All of a sudden his arm is grabbed by the young soldier...."That's enough!!" The old soldier is shocked by the insolence... How dare he..."I said that's enough!!! We will spare her face!!"
The young soldier knows he will face consequences but he doesn't want Emma's pretty face ruined.
The young soldier looks Emma in the eyes. " We will execute the sentence...that is our duty...but I admire your beauty and want to have you die with it." The young soldier stares the old soldier down..."Let's get her up the hill."
Emma is grateful to the younger soldier for saving her from the fist of the older soldier. But it's not only the fist. His punch would have made her face cut and swollen. Though he's one of the men to crucify her, she feels he is on her side. She feet like finding a lone star in the dark sky. She turn to him and says, "Thank you.", then repeated, "Thank you."
 
Emma is grateful to the younger soldier for saving her from the fist of the older soldier. But it's not only the fist. His punch would have made her face cut and swollen. Though he's one of the men to crucify her, she feels he is on her side. She feet like finding a lone star in the dark sky. She turn to him and says, "Thank you.", then repeated, "Thank you."
The old soldier grumbles to the young soldier, " You'll pay for your insolence laddie." I know." The old soldier won't admit it out loud but in a way he's pleased...the young buck had stood up to him and had shown courage to do that. He glares at the young soldier. "Well, since we're being so kind why don't you give the bitch a sip of wine out of your flask too?"
The young one looks at Emma.....whipped, bleeding, muttering thank you to him. He feels a pang of sympathy...."Have a sip of wine girl, you'll need it." Emma shows a hint of a smile. She gulps down the wonderful liquid. "Thank You so much."
The crowd starts getting impatient....."Get her up the hill already!!" "Crucify her! Crucify her!"
The soldiers look at her..."Keep moving steadily and you won't get whipped too much." They start up the hill.
 
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With agonizing slowness and spurred on by the occasional whip blow or two, @emmaX staggers to the top of the hill, the site of her execution. Her back is on fire from the whipping, and her knees are riddled with ugly sores and raw flesh from her numerous falls as she undertook her final walk.
The centurion in charge of the detail yells at the soldiers
"Come on! Get the bitch ready for the cross!"
The old soldier laughs at her as he removes her neck shackles.
"Time for your throne, 'queen'", and spits in her face.
The crown of thorns has been dislodged during the walk of shame, and he gleefully sets it right again, pressing it on her head until fresh streams of blood careen down her pale face.
The crowd is ecstatic.
"Nail her up good", they cry!
 

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With agonizing slowness and spurred on by the occasional whip blow or two, @emmaX staggers to the top of the hill, the site of her execution. Her back is on fire from the whipping, and her knees are riddled with ugly sores and raw flesh from her numerous falls as she undertook her final walk.
The centurion in charge of the detail yells at the soldiers
"Come on! Get the bitch ready for the cross!"
The old soldier laughs at her as he removes her neck shackles.
"Time for your throne, 'queen'", and spits in her face.
The crown of thorns has been dislodged during the walk of shame, and he gleefully sets it right again, pressing it on her head until fresh streams of blood careen down her pale face.
The crowd is ecstatic.
"Nail her up good", they cry!
The young soldier knows the time has come. He feels a pang of sympathy for poor Emma, who is shaking at the sight of the cross she knows she will die on.
The old soldier decides this is the time for punishing the young soldier for his insolence...he goes up to the young soldier and smiles. He hands him the hammer and nails. " You get the honor of nailing Her Majesty to her throne."
 
The young soldier knows the time has come. He feels a pang of sympathy for poor Emma, who is shaking at the sight of the cross she knows she will die on.
The old soldier decides this is the time for punishing the young soldier for his insolence...he goes up to the young soldier and smiles. He hands him the hammer and nails. " You get the honor of nailing Her Majesty to her throne."
The young soldier stares at poor Emma...whipped, bleeding, the small streams of blood running down her pretty face...her shapely body bloody and bruised. By any standard of beauty she is a mess. And yet something about the scenario ignites his loins....his cock is rock hard again and he is equally excited and embarrassed.
The old soldier sees the young one staring at Emma...time to get him back on task. He grabs Emma's wrist and shows it to the young Centurian. "You put the spike into her wrist in exactly this spot. If you miss and hit it in the wrong place you'll cut the vein and she will bleed out in minutes." He looks him in the eyes..."If she bleeds out you will be the next lump of flesh hanging from a cross. Understood??!!"
"Yes Sir!!"
 
Close to the end of the year, I try to sketch a tribute to the wonderful gals in the forum, especially those that are not currently (or never have been included) in my stories.
Here is a great thank you to @messaline and @Eulalia ...... fitted with appropriate tituli I hope. Thank you for the comments and helpful pointers, sexy cruxers !:)
 

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We will soon be suffering together on our crosses, nailed to the wood until we die, forced to endure this vile torture ...
We'll be exposed naked, we'll be ashamed, but we won't let them see it: they'd be too happy!
Woooo! These nails going through our submissive bodies, these nails that make the torture even more unbearable and that, until the end, will leave us no choice but to suffer in silence while we hear the jeers of those who have come to see us in these infamous positions ... or perhaps to admire our naked bodies delivered to the lechery of passers-by ...

"Fellow human beings who will live after us ... " ( " Frères humains qui après nous vivrez ... " )

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Close to the end of the year, I try to sketch a tribute to the wonderful gals in the forum, especially those that are not currently (or never have been included) in my stories.
Here is a great thank you to @messaline and @Eulalia ...... fitted with appropriate tituli I hope. Thank you for the comments and helpful pointers, sexy cruxers !:)
They certainly look guilty. Crucify them!
 
Close to the end of the year, I try to sketch a tribute to the wonderful gals in the forum, especially those that are not currently (or never have been included) in my stories.
Here is a great thank you to @messaline and @Eulalia ...... fitted with appropriate tituli I hope. Thank you for the comments and helpful pointers, sexy cruxers !:)
In case anyone's wondering, my titulus says, 'Condemned to the cross, lover of her fate' - a geekish allusion to Stoic philosophy - I'm destined to be nailed up naked, can't help that, may as well enjoy it! I like the determined, even nervously defiant, expression you've given me, a side of my character that's not so often revealed! :bdsm-heart:
 
Close to the end of the year, I try to sketch a tribute to the wonderful gals in the forum, especially those that are not currently (or never have been included) in my stories.
Here is a great thank you to @messaline and @Eulalia ...... fitted with appropriate tituli I hope. Thank you for the comments and helpful pointers, sexy cruxers !:)
We will soon be suffering together on our crosses, nailed to the wood until we die, forced to endure this vile torture ...
We'll be exposed naked, we'll be ashamed, but we won't let them see it: they'd be too happy!
Woooo! These nails going through our submissive bodies, these nails that make the torture even more unbearable and that, until the end, will leave us no choice but to suffer in silence while we hear the jeers of those who have come to see us in these infamous positions ... or perhaps to admire our naked bodies delivered to the lechery of passers-by ...

"Fellow human beings who will live after us ... " ( " Frères humains qui après nous vivrez ... " )

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The two women do not seem pleased with the judgement against them. Death by crucifixion is a horrible fate, filled with hours of endless torture before death shoes its mercy...

...fear not, they deserve their execution. Let the spectators be entertained by their naked suffering on the cross!!!
 
We will soon be suffering together on our crosses, nailed to the wood until we die, forced to endure this vile torture ...
We'll be exposed naked, we'll be ashamed, but we won't let them see it: they'd be too happy!
Woooo! These nails going through our submissive bodies, these nails that make the torture even more unbearable and that, until the end, will leave us no choice but to suffer in silence while we hear the jeers of those who have come to see us in these infamous positions ... or perhaps to admire our naked bodies delivered to the lechery of passers-by ...

"Fellow human beings who will live after us ... " ( " Frères humains qui après nous vivrez ... " )

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Thank you for the pic and the lovely piece of prose, @messaline . You truly deserve to be crucified!!
 
In case anyone's wondering, my titulus says, 'Condemned to the cross, lover of her fate' - a geekish allusion to Stoic philosophy - I'm destined to be nailed up naked, can't help that, may as well enjoy it! I like the determined, even nervously defiant, expression you've given me, a side of my character that's not so often revealed! :bdsm-heart:
The Latin makes it sexier for me. Just like French and Italian. As l drew the girls, the nervously defiant glare of Eulalia kept on getting my attention. Her sweaty body somehow obfuscating my vision. I kept on making fine adjustments to the art until she finally let me go.
I guess that is how REH felt when he said that his main character was standing menacingly behind his back while he feverishly wrote his stories on Conan the Barbarian….
 
In case anyone's wondering, my titulus says, 'Condemned to the cross, lover of her fate' - a geekish allusion to Stoic philosophy - I'm destined to be nailed up naked, can't help that, may as well enjoy it! I like the determined, even nervously defiant, expression you've given me, a side of my character that's not so often revealed! :bdsm-heart:
I do have a soft spot for naked girls in chains so maybe we could have you frolic around awhile before the kangaroo court convenes to give you a fair convic...I mean trial. Sweet dreams.
 
Emma's final steps
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With agonizing slowness and spurred on by the occasional whip blow or two, @emmaX staggers to the top of the hill, the site of her execution. Her back is on fire from the whipping, and her knees are riddled with ugly sores and raw flesh from her numerous falls as she undertook her final walk.
The centurion in charge of the detail yells at the soldiers
"Come on! Get the bitch ready for the cross!"
The old soldier laughs at her as he removes her neck shackles.
"Time for your throne, 'queen'", and spits in her face.
The crown of thorns has been dislodged during the walk of shame, and he gleefully sets it right again, pressing it on her head until fresh streams of blood careen down her pale face.
The crowd is ecstatic.
"Nail her up good", they cry!
I can't believe I made it to the top of the hill. My back is on fire, so are my knees and the soles. I sigh in relief when the mean old soldier removed the heavy iron yoke from my neck. But it was short lived when he pressed the crown of thorns hard on my head. I'd scream but can only whimper. I'm so weak. The red streaks of my blood blurs the sight. I don't even care when he spit on me. I hear the voices of the spectators. So much hatred. Please kill me quickly. I can't take any more tortures.
 
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