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The invasion of Slurvia and its unexpected result
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SirMGBZ
Governor
Of course we are looking! If you didn’t want us to look, you shouldn’t have gotten yourself crucified.
Also, piss on me, and you will discover that things can still be made much, much worse!
"She gets mean when she is crucified" the archbishop says.
"I'll make her pay for that" Tree says.
"But how? She is already on the cross" the archbishop says.
"I have an idea" Tree says. "You'll like it though she won't..."
Cella
Spectator
"Fuck all of you! I didn't get myself crucified! You fuckers put me on this cross. I . . . I didn't do anything wrong to deserve this. I was on a righteous mission to correct a serious wrong. My Brampton compatriots and I invaded your shit-hole of a country to protect . . . to free . . . to defend . . . um . . . to . . . um . . ."
Through the burning haze of her agony, Cella has a moment of intellectual clarity.
"Oh, fuck! I guess we did actually, like, you know, invade you, didn't we. Oh shit! We should have thought this through a bit more."
Why are my nipples so hard . . . oh, if only someone would get up on a ladder and put his arms around me for support and lovingly cup and squeeze my breasts . . . oops, wrong thread!
(Real-world historical example: the poorly-planned and executed Bay of Pigs Invasion of Cuba in 1961.)
Cella will soon learn it is not smart to threaten the guy in charge of her crucifixion!!!
Cella
Spectator
no... you'll see soon what happens when Tree is anger!Well, you crucified me! Ain't that bad enuf!
SirMGBZ
Governor
Lovingly cup and squeeze? What kind of sick fucks do you take us for? Keep that lovey-dovey shit back in your own country! ;-)
"Joan, you fucking lesbo bitch! You promised me! Not like this! Not like this!” Cella cries out. She looks down and sees the archbishop and Tree staring at her.
"What are you two fuckers looking at? You like looking up at my pussy, don't you? And my tits? Nice ones, huh. Hey, old man! You want another shower. Step a little closer then!"
Cella lost control of her bladder when her feet were nailed to stipe and pissed on Tree. He brushed it off as part of the dangers of the job but now she was threatening to piss on him again. He says “We will see about that.”
Tree found two of the biggest Slurvian guards and told Bull and Gunner what he wanted them to do to Cella. Gunner said “That would hurt like hell. You sure you want us to do that?”
Tree lit a smoke said says “She’s being executed. I really don’t care what she thinks about it or how much it hurts. Go do it!”
***
People react differently to stress and traumatic experiences and that holds true when a group of women are being crucified in a group. Some react only to the pain they are experiencing. Nothing else matters in their world except the spikes that hold them to the cross they hang from. Some wish that death would take them and end their torture.
Others lament their actions that got them stretched on the wood in front of a jeering hostile crowd. She looks up at the passing clouds and thinks ‘Governor Loungprique warned us something bad would happen to us if we were caught but I doubt he imagined this!’
Others are surprisingly defiant. Alisha hangs from her cross being taunted and jeered by the crowd. Tired and in pain as she is she works up the breath to howl obscene remarks back at the people below her.
Joan Tree walks up to her brother and asks “Doesn’t that bitch ever shut up?”
Tree says “She hasn’t since she’s been up there.”
Joan says “She has to learn respect.”
Tree says “She’s already been crucified. She doesn’t have much time to learn anything.”
“She might not learn much but she’ll regret having a pole shoved up her ass” Joan says.
“You mean a cornu? You can’t do that to her” Tree protests.
“Whatever you call it. But I am the Special Director of Executions and I am being paid to punish them so I can do what I want to them while they are on the cross” Joan smugly says.
Tree does not like others interfering with his crucifixions, but Joan is in charge. Besides she is the one paying him and she has not given him the second half of his payment. Joan picks up a tree branch that is more than a foot long and walks up to Alisha. Alisha yells down “What do you want, bitch?”
“I want you to shut the fuck up and you don’t seem to want to so…” Joan holds up the branch “…I am going to stick this up your ass and nail it to the cross. You’ll learn what being a pain in the ass gets you!”
Alisha looks down and screams “You can’t do that to me!”
But Joan indeed shoves the branch up Alisha’s ass and has it nailed to the cross. Alisha screams in agony with each blow of the hammer.
Alisha cannot raise herself high enough to free herself from the branch. With her breasts swaying and the wood stabbing her bowels, she cries out “What else are you going to do to me?!”
But she is not alone getting ‘special’ treatment while she is crucified. Bull and Gunner have finished doing to Cella what Tree ordered them to do. Taking a length of rope they tied her wrists together and fastened her arms to the stipe behind her back. Cella manages to cry “I cannot breathe!”
Bull snarls “You can talk so you must be able to breathe… for a while, at least…”
"What are you two fuckers looking at? You like looking up at my pussy, don't you? And my tits? Nice ones, huh. Hey, old man! You want another shower. Step a little closer then!"
Cella lost control of her bladder when her feet were nailed to stipe and pissed on Tree. He brushed it off as part of the dangers of the job but now she was threatening to piss on him again. He says “We will see about that.”
Tree found two of the biggest Slurvian guards and told Bull and Gunner what he wanted them to do to Cella. Gunner said “That would hurt like hell. You sure you want us to do that?”
Tree lit a smoke said says “She’s being executed. I really don’t care what she thinks about it or how much it hurts. Go do it!”
***
People react differently to stress and traumatic experiences and that holds true when a group of women are being crucified in a group. Some react only to the pain they are experiencing. Nothing else matters in their world except the spikes that hold them to the cross they hang from. Some wish that death would take them and end their torture.
Others lament their actions that got them stretched on the wood in front of a jeering hostile crowd. She looks up at the passing clouds and thinks ‘Governor Loungprique warned us something bad would happen to us if we were caught but I doubt he imagined this!’
Others are surprisingly defiant. Alisha hangs from her cross being taunted and jeered by the crowd. Tired and in pain as she is she works up the breath to howl obscene remarks back at the people below her.
Joan Tree walks up to her brother and asks “Doesn’t that bitch ever shut up?”
Tree says “She hasn’t since she’s been up there.”
Joan says “She has to learn respect.”
Tree says “She’s already been crucified. She doesn’t have much time to learn anything.”
“She might not learn much but she’ll regret having a pole shoved up her ass” Joan says.
“You mean a cornu? You can’t do that to her” Tree protests.
“Whatever you call it. But I am the Special Director of Executions and I am being paid to punish them so I can do what I want to them while they are on the cross” Joan smugly says.
Tree does not like others interfering with his crucifixions, but Joan is in charge. Besides she is the one paying him and she has not given him the second half of his payment. Joan picks up a tree branch that is more than a foot long and walks up to Alisha. Alisha yells down “What do you want, bitch?”
“I want you to shut the fuck up and you don’t seem to want to so…” Joan holds up the branch “…I am going to stick this up your ass and nail it to the cross. You’ll learn what being a pain in the ass gets you!”
Alisha looks down and screams “You can’t do that to me!”
But Joan indeed shoves the branch up Alisha’s ass and has it nailed to the cross. Alisha screams in agony with each blow of the hammer.
Alisha cannot raise herself high enough to free herself from the branch. With her breasts swaying and the wood stabbing her bowels, she cries out “What else are you going to do to me?!”
But she is not alone getting ‘special’ treatment while she is crucified. Bull and Gunner have finished doing to Cella what Tree ordered them to do. Taking a length of rope they tied her wrists together and fastened her arms to the stipe behind her back. Cella manages to cry “I cannot breathe!”
Bull snarls “You can talk so you must be able to breathe… for a while, at least…”
Cella
Spectator
Cella is suffering . . . and thinking after Bull and Connor retied her arms to to the cross:
Ah shit, shit, shit, fuuuuuuuuck me! How can this hurt so fucking much more! And I'm not even nailed like the others! My shoulders feel like they're dislocating. Fuck . . . that hurts so much more. I . . . I can breathe but only in shallow gasps . . . why is Tree doing this to me?
The other girls . . . especially Alisha and Rose . . . look so damned sexy hanging from nailed wrists . . . their glistening . . . naked . . . bodies stretched out so . . . beautifully on their crosses. Why am I crucified like this? My body so contorted and twisted-looking . . . why? I'm as attractive as they are . . . even more so. Fuck! Am I attracted to them? It hurts so damned much hanging like this! Why does Tree want my tits thrust forward like this? Why? Why? These people are such fucking sickos!
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A fair assessment of Tree, he has to admit...
Because he's anxious to please the Archbish.
(And you have to admit, they make a fine sight!
)
Cella
Spectator
Well, thank you sir.Because he's anxious to please the Archbish.
(And you have to admit, they make a fine sight!
Because he's anxious to please the Archbish.
(And you have to admit, they make a fine sight!
Cella does make a fine sight, but will she appreciate that after hours hanging from the spikes?!?!?!Well, thank you sir.
Cella
Spectator
Oh my! Do you plan to modify my crucifixion yet again, Tree? Stretch my arms out and nail my wrists like the other girls? Make up your mind, will ya!
Bull and Connor are getting tired of this too,
Best crucified blond picture Tree had. No change in your agony. Sorry...Oh my! Do you plan to modify my crucifixion yet again, Tree? Stretch my arms out and nail my wrists like the other girls? Make up your mind, will ya!
Bull and Connor are getting tired of this too,
Crucifixions draw the rowdiest crowd when the condemned are nailed to their cross and raised. When the Brampton women were sentenced to be crucified as the means of their execution, Patricia’s crucifixion was the first the Slurvians had ever seen and the fact she was fine looking naked woman excited the crowd more than the twenty women who would join her on their crosses.
Nail the women to their crosses was not the only brutality inflicted on them. They had to be raised to complete their crucifixion. As the cross was raised, the condemned woman could look down at the hole their cross would be dropped into.
The woman had no way of knowing how violent it would be on their bodies when the cross dropped and came to its sudden stop.
The cross stopped and their bodies did too but not till after it stretched their nailed arms as they have never been stretched before.
The discerning viewer could see their breasts lift and separate as their bodies jerked to a stop.
And then there is the brutality of hanging from the cross… well, actually hanging from the spikes driven through their wrists and feet- the cross is there to hold them in their most uncomfortable position as their bare backsides rub against its rough surface as they work to breathe.
It is a new and frightful experience for the women as they hang nailed to their cross. Besides being pulled apart by their own bodies, the spikes hold them nearly immobilized. Besides their stretched arms they can do nothing about, sweat trickles down their naked skin. The normal thing would be to wipe it with their hands but that is impossible with their wrists nailed to the cross.
And there is the crowd. As much as the Brampton women disliked the Slurvians, their distain of the Brampton women is every bit as much. The Slurvians gather around the crucified women knowing they are suffering the tortures of their cross, but not having seen anyone crucified before, they can only imagine what the women are feeling.
Common decency would have caused them to feel some pity on the women they have crucified but by their taunts and jeers, it seems to be in short supply.
The women have new problems now they are crucified. Spread naked on their crosses, their bodies are displayed for all the Slurvians to see. By the comments being made, the crowd is pleased by their naked gyrations. Remarks are made about how fine their tits look as they shake on the women’s chests. Though the crowd enjoys the sight of the women, such things as their naked breasts they used to use to attract their lovers now hang like weights on their chests.
Connie Schwartz, who came up with the idea to raid Slurvia, yells down at the crowd “You have killed us. Do you have to stare at us while we die?”
Now mid afternoon, Joan Tree tours the crosses of the women. She pauses under Cella’s cross and comments “My, how wonderful you look with your tits sticking out like that!”
Cella manages to say between pants for air “You are killing me! I can hardly breathe. Why don’t you finish me and put me out of my agony?”
“But Cella, you asked for this. You said you didn’t want your arms spread like the others, and I have fulfilled your wish. You have no idea how good you look with your arms tied behind you and your tits standing out like that.”
The Brampton women are crucified about five meters apart, a distance they could easily talk with each other…
…if they could get enough air to breathe and there wasn’t a crowd shouting vile things at them…
Nail the women to their crosses was not the only brutality inflicted on them. They had to be raised to complete their crucifixion. As the cross was raised, the condemned woman could look down at the hole their cross would be dropped into.
The woman had no way of knowing how violent it would be on their bodies when the cross dropped and came to its sudden stop.
The cross stopped and their bodies did too but not till after it stretched their nailed arms as they have never been stretched before.
The discerning viewer could see their breasts lift and separate as their bodies jerked to a stop.
And then there is the brutality of hanging from the cross… well, actually hanging from the spikes driven through their wrists and feet- the cross is there to hold them in their most uncomfortable position as their bare backsides rub against its rough surface as they work to breathe.
It is a new and frightful experience for the women as they hang nailed to their cross. Besides being pulled apart by their own bodies, the spikes hold them nearly immobilized. Besides their stretched arms they can do nothing about, sweat trickles down their naked skin. The normal thing would be to wipe it with their hands but that is impossible with their wrists nailed to the cross.
And there is the crowd. As much as the Brampton women disliked the Slurvians, their distain of the Brampton women is every bit as much. The Slurvians gather around the crucified women knowing they are suffering the tortures of their cross, but not having seen anyone crucified before, they can only imagine what the women are feeling.
Common decency would have caused them to feel some pity on the women they have crucified but by their taunts and jeers, it seems to be in short supply.
The women have new problems now they are crucified. Spread naked on their crosses, their bodies are displayed for all the Slurvians to see. By the comments being made, the crowd is pleased by their naked gyrations. Remarks are made about how fine their tits look as they shake on the women’s chests. Though the crowd enjoys the sight of the women, such things as their naked breasts they used to use to attract their lovers now hang like weights on their chests.
Connie Schwartz, who came up with the idea to raid Slurvia, yells down at the crowd “You have killed us. Do you have to stare at us while we die?”
Now mid afternoon, Joan Tree tours the crosses of the women. She pauses under Cella’s cross and comments “My, how wonderful you look with your tits sticking out like that!”
Cella manages to say between pants for air “You are killing me! I can hardly breathe. Why don’t you finish me and put me out of my agony?”
“But Cella, you asked for this. You said you didn’t want your arms spread like the others, and I have fulfilled your wish. You have no idea how good you look with your arms tied behind you and your tits standing out like that.”
The Brampton women are crucified about five meters apart, a distance they could easily talk with each other…
…if they could get enough air to breathe and there wasn’t a crowd shouting vile things at them…
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messaline
Crucified Amazon
Hum, if only they where using of my Premium French Crucifixion Wood ...
... but those Slurvians are yet amateurs and they need to learn !
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I believe Messa offered her Premium French Crosses for the women's crucifixion but they turned her down as they wanted the women to suffer more on their crosses!!!Hum, if only they where using of my Premium French Crucifixion Wood ...
... but those Slurvians are yet amateurs and they need to learn !
Cella
Spectator
All these fucking splinters in my ass every time I grind against the upright! Such an unnecessary infliction of gratuitous pain during an execution. The government of Slurvia saves a few bucks and we, the crucified, have to suffer for it.
Cheap bastards.Am I right, girls?