Still mid-afternoon and most of the crowd stayed despite the heat of the day. The men are fascinated by naked women dancing between their spikes while the women yell cruel jeers at the women suffering their slow executions on their crosses.
One of the Brampton women yells down from her cross “Why don’t you just leave? You have seen everything but our deaths.”
The woman next to her says “They aren’t going to leave. There is no point asking them to.”
“But I have to go to the bathroom” she cries out.
“Then piss down your leg. I have already.”
In her best attempt to whisper, the first woman desperately hisses “But I have to shit!”
The woman crucified on her left says “Then take a dump. They aren’t going to give you a bathroom break.”
She is right. The Slurvians would rather see the woman soil herself than give her a moment of modesty. She pushes out with her feet and tries to go, giving grunts loud enough to be heard by the crowd.
She doesn’t relieve herself and the crowd’s taunts get louder and rowdier.
But her attempts to relieve herself is not the only show pleasing the crowd. Alisha, in addition to being crucified, has a large stick shoved up her rear and nailed to the stipe of her cross. Calling it a cornu would be a misnomer. It offers her no support and even when she lowers herself as must as her arms allow, the wood causes more pain than holding up her body. This causes Alisha to curse and swear at the pain in her ass. The crowd around her cannot believe a woman, even a Bramptonian, would use language like Alisha is using.
Messaline is touring the hilltop with the archbishop of the Cruxton Abbey. They both admire the naked women being tortured to death on the crosses, with Archbishop Wragg managing to keep his lustful thoughts to himself. They come to Alisha’s cross and Messaline exclaims she cannot believe what they have done to her. The archbishop, in an attempt to calm Messa reminds her the women are being executed by crucifixion. He notes “There is great debate whether the cornu is an act of kindness or cruelty. Some claim it helps the crucified woman support her body while others say it only prolongs her suffering.”
“Fuck the cornu” Messa says. “I offered my premium French crosses to nail the women to but they refused and have them hanging from that crappy rough Slurvian wood. There is no reason to torture a woman like that while you are putting her to death in such a brutal way!”
The archbishop could not think of an adequate response at the moment.
Farther down the row of crucified women, Cella is having a most difficult time just trying to breathe. With her arms bound behind her and her body hanging from her biceps, taking every breath is a tremendous labor. The head of the Slurvian army passes by and tells Cella how wonderful she looks with her breasts pulled up and out. Not amused, Cella groans “I can hardly breathe. Why can’t I just die and get your barbaric torture over with?”
The general reminds Cella it was her remarks that caused her to be crucified as she is. But in a show of benevolence, the general directs one of his soldiers to help Cella to support her body. The soldier says he has never crucified anyone before and asked how he was to help Cella. The general, without a good answer, says “Do something to hold her up. Do I have to tell you how to do everything?”
Realizing he angered the general and that would not help him get the promotion he wanted he told the general he would take care of things. The general seemed pleased and marched off to the concession tent to get another of complimentary adult beverages a man of his rank could get. The soldier waited for the general to get out of sight and proceeded with removing his uniform. From her cross, Cella looked down at the naked soldier and asked “What the hell are you doing?”
The soldier set a wood crate in front of Cella’s cross and said “I’m going to help you breathe.”
He climbed onto the crate and jerked on his manhood until he had a stout hard-on. Cella’s eyes widened when she realized what he had in mind and whimpered “You can’t be serious.”
But the soldier was quite serious and proceeded to ram his hard cock into her pussy.
Triumphantly he said “I’ll bet you never thought your last fuck would happen on a cross…”
Cheap bastards.
