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The Story of Judith
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Judith’s crucifixion day…
Visitors and gawkers have come by Judith’s cell in the dungeon. Some had business to take care of, by mostly their own. Others wanted to see the prisoner. It doesn’t happen that a woman would be subjected to a public crucifixion and there were people who wanted to see who the focus of their attention would be when she is crucified. And there more than a few curious ones that wanted a close-up look at the princess who would be raised on the cross.
This is not to say Judith is the first woman to be condemned to death by crucifixion in Cruxtonia. Disobedient slave women could be put to death in this fashion by their crucifixions were ‘private’ affairs, viewed only by their owners and invited guests. Having grown up in the royal family, Judith had scene more than few women suffer their deaths nailed to a cross. Indeed she had enjoyed the spectacle of their tortuous executions. There was a certain delight she felt as the women suffered their torments as they hanged from the cross.
After seeing a few women die on their crosses, Judith grew rather bored with the prolonged process of watching the women’s agony before they died. Once the sun rises it will be Judith who will be taken to the hill and feel for herself the tortures the women suffered on the cross.
This is insane! I am the king’s daughter and they are going to nail me to a cross and raise me to die hanging from it. I will be stretched nailed to the wood and anyone can see me. This is no way for a princess to die!
They have treated me like a slave woman. I have been raped and buggered. I have been whipped in the town square. Later today I will be crucified and hang naked from a cross for all the people of Cruxton to see. -Judith
Judith lays back on her bunk. She is about to face the most brutal think she has ever experienced.
My gods, there will be hundreds of people there to see me. Men, women, strangers will all be there gazing at my body as I hang from the cross. There will be men I have bedded looking at me. Will they be there to get one last look at my body? -Judith
Judith does what only she can to pass the time before they come for her.
The sun rises on Judith’s crucifixion day. Most of the town is still waking from their sleep but palace soldiers come to the dungeon to fetch Judith. As the work to free her from the chains holding her limbs, Judith insists such measures are not necessary.
A guard laughs and says “Afraid it is. We have to take you up the hill and these chains aren’t long enough.”
Freed from her chains, Judith brushes the guards off her. She snarls “I know where the hill is. I don’t need you to escort me!”
She walks across the courtyard in the shadows of its walls. The soldiers keep a respectable distance. She thinks ‘I don’t need a guide to show me where the hill is.’
She gets to the gate and they are opened before her. Judith stops in her tracks. She is surrounded by guards but beyond them are hundreds of people that have come to see the princess crucified.
A guard grabs her arms and pushes her forward. He snarls “This ain’t a private show, Miss.”
“But there is so many people there” Judith protests.
As the soldiers double up on her, one of them says “It isn’t one of the king’s balls.”
They shove Judith into the crowd and another pair of soldiers load the crossbeam onto her shoulders.
As they tie her arms to the beam, the soldiers’ captain says “She look ready for her walk up the hill!”
Visitors and gawkers have come by Judith’s cell in the dungeon. Some had business to take care of, by mostly their own. Others wanted to see the prisoner. It doesn’t happen that a woman would be subjected to a public crucifixion and there were people who wanted to see who the focus of their attention would be when she is crucified. And there more than a few curious ones that wanted a close-up look at the princess who would be raised on the cross.
This is not to say Judith is the first woman to be condemned to death by crucifixion in Cruxtonia. Disobedient slave women could be put to death in this fashion by their crucifixions were ‘private’ affairs, viewed only by their owners and invited guests. Having grown up in the royal family, Judith had scene more than few women suffer their deaths nailed to a cross. Indeed she had enjoyed the spectacle of their tortuous executions. There was a certain delight she felt as the women suffered their torments as they hanged from the cross.
After seeing a few women die on their crosses, Judith grew rather bored with the prolonged process of watching the women’s agony before they died. Once the sun rises it will be Judith who will be taken to the hill and feel for herself the tortures the women suffered on the cross.
This is insane! I am the king’s daughter and they are going to nail me to a cross and raise me to die hanging from it. I will be stretched nailed to the wood and anyone can see me. This is no way for a princess to die!
They have treated me like a slave woman. I have been raped and buggered. I have been whipped in the town square. Later today I will be crucified and hang naked from a cross for all the people of Cruxton to see. -Judith
Judith lays back on her bunk. She is about to face the most brutal think she has ever experienced.
My gods, there will be hundreds of people there to see me. Men, women, strangers will all be there gazing at my body as I hang from the cross. There will be men I have bedded looking at me. Will they be there to get one last look at my body? -Judith
Judith does what only she can to pass the time before they come for her.
The sun rises on Judith’s crucifixion day. Most of the town is still waking from their sleep but palace soldiers come to the dungeon to fetch Judith. As the work to free her from the chains holding her limbs, Judith insists such measures are not necessary.
A guard laughs and says “Afraid it is. We have to take you up the hill and these chains aren’t long enough.”
Freed from her chains, Judith brushes the guards off her. She snarls “I know where the hill is. I don’t need you to escort me!”
She walks across the courtyard in the shadows of its walls. The soldiers keep a respectable distance. She thinks ‘I don’t need a guide to show me where the hill is.’
She gets to the gate and they are opened before her. Judith stops in her tracks. She is surrounded by guards but beyond them are hundreds of people that have come to see the princess crucified.
A guard grabs her arms and pushes her forward. He snarls “This ain’t a private show, Miss.”
“But there is so many people there” Judith protests.
As the soldiers double up on her, one of them says “It isn’t one of the king’s balls.”
They shove Judith into the crowd and another pair of soldiers load the crossbeam onto her shoulders.
As they tie her arms to the beam, the soldiers’ captain says “She look ready for her walk up the hill!”
JustJJ
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Carrying the cross beam is such a terrible part of the process. It weakens the victim so they have less strength saved for the fight to breathe on the cross. Even though I knew this was going to happen, I'm mortified and it is heavier than I expected. I have no experience with carrying heavy things, what princess would?
It is a good thing the walk up the hill isn't too far... the crowd doesn't look helpful and I'm pretty sure the guards aren't either!!!
The crossbar has been placed on Judith’s shoulders and tied to her spread arms. Between the weight of the beam and the uncomfortable and awkward position she is forced to stand in, not to mention she has never done such hard work in her life, Judith moans “I don’t think I can carry this up the hill.”
Showing no sympathy towards her, one of the men grabs her nipple and gives it a painful twist. As Judith winces he tells her “You’ll carry the damn beam best you can or we’ll whip you till you can!”
Judith may not have been confident she could carry the beam but she was sure she did not want to be whipped while bound to the beam as she was.
The first part of her march to the hill was not too difficult. Though the beam weighed almost half her own weight and the way she had to carry it was more to display her to the onlookers than being the easiest way to haul the wood, Judith made her way towards the castle’s gate. The last part of path was more difficult as the grass she had been walking on gave way to a rough gravel path. She had walked the path many times but never barefoot and carrying a heavy wood beam.
She may have given up and claimed it was too difficult to continue, but the thought of being whipped while she carrying the beam was not something she wanted to feel.
Judith passed through the castle’s gates and was met by more gawking faces. The people looking at her saw a fit, healthy young woman on her way to the most severe punishment she could be given.
For Judith, her march to her crucifixion has become far worse. Not only was the beam heavy and the way she was bound to it both awkward and revealing, from here to the hill the path was gravel and large stones. And the crowd had grown in size filled with people not only curious to see a naked woman crucified but to see her nailed to the cross and raised before them. Not only was each step difficult, but every step also took her closer to the cross. The crowd was even more excited to see her torment as she died hanging from the cross.
As Judith walks into the city’s streets, she is surrounded by the crowd. Many are curious seeing a naked woman carry the implement she will be nailed to when her execution begins. Others are from the upper-class families of Cruxton. Judith knows many of them as they have been guests at the palace. She had considered many of them friends, but they did not treat her as such. They were the most vocal of the crowd and their remarks were not fit for any person!
Judith was appalled at what they shouted at her. People she considered the class of Cruxton’s citizens were denouncing her as a whore to any working ‘stiff’ and they meant that as derogatorily as it could be.
Judith marched forward. Even the insults yelled at her hurt nothing like the soldier’s whip if she slowed too much.
While insulted by the mocking, Judith continued her march to the hill. She could not believe people she had considered friends would shout these names at her. She looked about confused by the people’s taunts.
‘Don’t they know who I am? Worse yet, are they pleased to see me treated this way?’ -Judith
As Judith was led out of the gates of Cruxton’s walls the guards let the crowd get closer to the condemned woman. Much to Judith’s horror and dismay, it was the privileged women allowed closest to her. They shouted vile taunts at her and even dared to spit at her!
She had seen slave women treated with such distain, but these women were defiling a princess.
As Judith left the city, she was led to the path that rose to where she would be crucified. The guards’ captain stopped the procession and draped a rope over her neck. Three large rusty spikes weighting more than a kilogram apiece dangled from the rope. The captain announced “You can’t properly crucify someone without spikes. Get her up the hill.”
Judith continued her death march up the hill. Sharp stones tore at her bare feet and the guard’s whip reminded her when she had slowed too much.
The weight of the beam, the stinging of the whip, and the stones tearing at the soles of her feet were only minor pains she would suffer that day.
The weighty nails swung against her breasts reminding her this was only the journey to her crucifixion…
Showing no sympathy towards her, one of the men grabs her nipple and gives it a painful twist. As Judith winces he tells her “You’ll carry the damn beam best you can or we’ll whip you till you can!”
Judith may not have been confident she could carry the beam but she was sure she did not want to be whipped while bound to the beam as she was.
The first part of her march to the hill was not too difficult. Though the beam weighed almost half her own weight and the way she had to carry it was more to display her to the onlookers than being the easiest way to haul the wood, Judith made her way towards the castle’s gate. The last part of path was more difficult as the grass she had been walking on gave way to a rough gravel path. She had walked the path many times but never barefoot and carrying a heavy wood beam.
She may have given up and claimed it was too difficult to continue, but the thought of being whipped while she carrying the beam was not something she wanted to feel.
Judith passed through the castle’s gates and was met by more gawking faces. The people looking at her saw a fit, healthy young woman on her way to the most severe punishment she could be given.
For Judith, her march to her crucifixion has become far worse. Not only was the beam heavy and the way she was bound to it both awkward and revealing, from here to the hill the path was gravel and large stones. And the crowd had grown in size filled with people not only curious to see a naked woman crucified but to see her nailed to the cross and raised before them. Not only was each step difficult, but every step also took her closer to the cross. The crowd was even more excited to see her torment as she died hanging from the cross.
As Judith walks into the city’s streets, she is surrounded by the crowd. Many are curious seeing a naked woman carry the implement she will be nailed to when her execution begins. Others are from the upper-class families of Cruxton. Judith knows many of them as they have been guests at the palace. She had considered many of them friends, but they did not treat her as such. They were the most vocal of the crowd and their remarks were not fit for any person!
Judith was appalled at what they shouted at her. People she considered the class of Cruxton’s citizens were denouncing her as a whore to any working ‘stiff’ and they meant that as derogatorily as it could be.
Judith marched forward. Even the insults yelled at her hurt nothing like the soldier’s whip if she slowed too much.
While insulted by the mocking, Judith continued her march to the hill. She could not believe people she had considered friends would shout these names at her. She looked about confused by the people’s taunts.
‘Don’t they know who I am? Worse yet, are they pleased to see me treated this way?’ -Judith
As Judith was led out of the gates of Cruxton’s walls the guards let the crowd get closer to the condemned woman. Much to Judith’s horror and dismay, it was the privileged women allowed closest to her. They shouted vile taunts at her and even dared to spit at her!
She had seen slave women treated with such distain, but these women were defiling a princess.
As Judith left the city, she was led to the path that rose to where she would be crucified. The guards’ captain stopped the procession and draped a rope over her neck. Three large rusty spikes weighting more than a kilogram apiece dangled from the rope. The captain announced “You can’t properly crucify someone without spikes. Get her up the hill.”
Judith continued her death march up the hill. Sharp stones tore at her bare feet and the guard’s whip reminded her when she had slowed too much.
The weight of the beam, the stinging of the whip, and the stones tearing at the soles of her feet were only minor pains she would suffer that day.
The weighty nails swung against her breasts reminding her this was only the journey to her crucifixion…
Judith’s trek up the hill came to its end at the crest. For her the harassment from the crowd did not end. She tried to cover her bare body from the crowd only to draw more laughter and lewd taunts.
The men lead her through the crowd.
The crowd parted and before Judith stood her father, King Richard. With years of royal training, Judith struts toward him. Arrogantly she asks “So you have come to see your daughter crucified?”
He looks around and pompously says “I do not see Amber or Claire here, Just a naked criminal condemned to death on a cross!”
“Men, do your jobs” he boldly orders.
By this time the beam Judith carried up the hill has been nailed to the stipe. Judith is led forward so she can see the implement she will be nailed to and hung before the gawking crowd.
A man grabs her arms and snarls “You aren’t a princess now. You’re just a condemned woman here to serve your punishment.”
He throws Judith to the ground and defiles her as he would any slave woman condemned to the cross. A second man takes his turn with Judith, this time ramming his erect cock deep in her ass.
The commander waits until the man has shot his load in her ass before ordering “That is enough. Take this woman to the cross and nail her to it!”
Judith loses all sense of dignity and fights the men as they drag her to the cross.
She fights them as they try to turn her over so her back faces the cross.
Judith put up a hell of a fight but as she sits on the cross’ stipe the commander grabs a handful of her hair.
“Cooperate, bitch, or I’ll get more men to handle you” he snarls.
The men lead her through the crowd.
The crowd parted and before Judith stood her father, King Richard. With years of royal training, Judith struts toward him. Arrogantly she asks “So you have come to see your daughter crucified?”
He looks around and pompously says “I do not see Amber or Claire here, Just a naked criminal condemned to death on a cross!”
“Men, do your jobs” he boldly orders.
By this time the beam Judith carried up the hill has been nailed to the stipe. Judith is led forward so she can see the implement she will be nailed to and hung before the gawking crowd.
A man grabs her arms and snarls “You aren’t a princess now. You’re just a condemned woman here to serve your punishment.”
He throws Judith to the ground and defiles her as he would any slave woman condemned to the cross. A second man takes his turn with Judith, this time ramming his erect cock deep in her ass.
The commander waits until the man has shot his load in her ass before ordering “That is enough. Take this woman to the cross and nail her to it!”
Judith loses all sense of dignity and fights the men as they drag her to the cross.
She fights them as they try to turn her over so her back faces the cross.
Judith put up a hell of a fight but as she sits on the cross’ stipe the commander grabs a handful of her hair.
“Cooperate, bitch, or I’ll get more men to handle you” he snarls.
PART ONE OF TWO
Judith was less than cooperative. She did not act as all like she had been brought up. She behaved like a trapped animal, exhibiting none of the grace of a princess. It took four stout men to get her over the cross and steady her so could be nailed to it.
She laid with her back against the cross. Feeling there was no escape Judith seemed to relax, almost surrendering to what was about to happen.
In a voice that did not betray the tension knotting her stomach, Judith softly says “Do your job.”
The hammers swung down and the pair of blows drove a pair of spikes through her wrists and into the wood below them.
Judith’s reaction was hardly lady-like. Her legs bucked wildly as pain from the spikes piercing her wrists wracked her body. The men put more effort in the following strokes.
The spikes had already secured Judith’s arms to the cross. The following blows only sank the shanks deeper into the wood.
This was done to insure the spikes would stay imbedded in the cross once Judith was raised. The blows also pressed the shanks against the bones in her wrists.
Judith lay trembling from the pain tearing through her body.
Her legs kicked wildly while the spikes retained her arms spread wide over the beam.
Uniformed soldiers stepped in to place the final blows on the nails driven through her wrists.
Judith’s arms were securely attached to attached to the cross. She could never have guessed what would happen next.
Judith was less than cooperative. She did not act as all like she had been brought up. She behaved like a trapped animal, exhibiting none of the grace of a princess. It took four stout men to get her over the cross and steady her so could be nailed to it.
She laid with her back against the cross. Feeling there was no escape Judith seemed to relax, almost surrendering to what was about to happen.
In a voice that did not betray the tension knotting her stomach, Judith softly says “Do your job.”
The hammers swung down and the pair of blows drove a pair of spikes through her wrists and into the wood below them.
Judith’s reaction was hardly lady-like. Her legs bucked wildly as pain from the spikes piercing her wrists wracked her body. The men put more effort in the following strokes.
The spikes had already secured Judith’s arms to the cross. The following blows only sank the shanks deeper into the wood.
This was done to insure the spikes would stay imbedded in the cross once Judith was raised. The blows also pressed the shanks against the bones in her wrists.
Judith lay trembling from the pain tearing through her body.
Her legs kicked wildly while the spikes retained her arms spread wide over the beam.
Uniformed soldiers stepped in to place the final blows on the nails driven through her wrists.
Judith’s arms were securely attached to attached to the cross. She could never have guessed what would happen next.
PART TWO OF TWO
Judith’s eyes opened wide as one of the men dropped his loincloth and revealed his erect cock. As he knelt over her she asked “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to fuck you one last time” he replied.
“You can’t!” Judith screamed.
But in reality, he was going to fuck Judith and with her arms spread wide and nailed to the cross, there was nothing she could do to stop him.
Despite her pain and complete lack of desire for the man, Judith reacted like a dog on heat, wrapping her legs around the man fucking her and howling like she enjoyed his rape.
She moaned loudly as his cum filled her pussy and wasn’t even aware of the catcalls the crowd was shouting at her. The man pulled his glistening cock from her pussy and climbed up over Judith’s torso. He grabbed Judith’s head and pulled it towards his cock. Judith thought ‘Oh, you can’t be…’ just as his cock entered her mouth.
Judith was hardly a virgin at oral sex but this was different than any other time she performed it. The man’s cock was indeed erect and he pumped it hard in her mouth. It tasted different as it was coated with his cum and her pussy juices, something she had never tasted before (she had always had oral sex prior to having intercourse). Then there was the strange position she was in. She was naked, of course, but her arms were spread wide and held that way by a pair of spikes driven through her wrists. The man was not interested in her bound predicament and held her head in a way that gave his cock easy access to her mouth no matter how in comfortable it made Judith.
Judith choked and gagged with each of his deep thrusts his cock made in her throat. She was all too aware at the crowds’ reaction to his rape of her mouth. With no stimulation other than his cock in her mouth, Judith could hear the lewd comments being made of her performance being made by the people watching.
For having recently ejaculating when he screwed Judith it still only took a few minutes until his cum filled her mouth. Judith spit out what she hadn’t swallowed much to the laughter of the crowd.
As she laid panting with her nailed wrists holding her arms spread wide, Judith’s next humiliation walked up to the cross. Dressed in her finest gown, her sister knelt next at the top of the cross. Amber reached forward and gently patted the side of Judith’s face.
Loud enough for the privileged spectators to hear, Amber said “I was distraught when I heard you were to be crucified here. How could my father do that to you?”
“Amber, stop them from doing this to me” Judith begged.
Amber rose to her feet and loudly said “Stop them? A cock-sucking whore who would take a man’s cock and satisfy it with her mouth? I think not! Gentlemen, nail this bitch’s feet to the cross and raise this whore so the people can watch her die hanging from it.
Needing no further encouragement, one of the men grabbed Judith’s feet and stretched her legs over the stipe.
With malicious energy the final spike was driven through her feet.
The pain of the spike shattering her bones was almost more than Judith could bear. With a stream of the man’s cum accompanying it, Judith shoots a river of pee.
She lays her head against the cross and shouts “How could you do this to me?”
The guards’ captain shouts “The bitch is ready. Raise the cross!”
Judith cries out “Have mercy on me!”
None was shown…
Judith’s eyes opened wide as one of the men dropped his loincloth and revealed his erect cock. As he knelt over her she asked “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to fuck you one last time” he replied.
“You can’t!” Judith screamed.
But in reality, he was going to fuck Judith and with her arms spread wide and nailed to the cross, there was nothing she could do to stop him.
Despite her pain and complete lack of desire for the man, Judith reacted like a dog on heat, wrapping her legs around the man fucking her and howling like she enjoyed his rape.
She moaned loudly as his cum filled her pussy and wasn’t even aware of the catcalls the crowd was shouting at her. The man pulled his glistening cock from her pussy and climbed up over Judith’s torso. He grabbed Judith’s head and pulled it towards his cock. Judith thought ‘Oh, you can’t be…’ just as his cock entered her mouth.
Judith was hardly a virgin at oral sex but this was different than any other time she performed it. The man’s cock was indeed erect and he pumped it hard in her mouth. It tasted different as it was coated with his cum and her pussy juices, something she had never tasted before (she had always had oral sex prior to having intercourse). Then there was the strange position she was in. She was naked, of course, but her arms were spread wide and held that way by a pair of spikes driven through her wrists. The man was not interested in her bound predicament and held her head in a way that gave his cock easy access to her mouth no matter how in comfortable it made Judith.
Judith choked and gagged with each of his deep thrusts his cock made in her throat. She was all too aware at the crowds’ reaction to his rape of her mouth. With no stimulation other than his cock in her mouth, Judith could hear the lewd comments being made of her performance being made by the people watching.
For having recently ejaculating when he screwed Judith it still only took a few minutes until his cum filled her mouth. Judith spit out what she hadn’t swallowed much to the laughter of the crowd.
As she laid panting with her nailed wrists holding her arms spread wide, Judith’s next humiliation walked up to the cross. Dressed in her finest gown, her sister knelt next at the top of the cross. Amber reached forward and gently patted the side of Judith’s face.
Loud enough for the privileged spectators to hear, Amber said “I was distraught when I heard you were to be crucified here. How could my father do that to you?”
“Amber, stop them from doing this to me” Judith begged.
Amber rose to her feet and loudly said “Stop them? A cock-sucking whore who would take a man’s cock and satisfy it with her mouth? I think not! Gentlemen, nail this bitch’s feet to the cross and raise this whore so the people can watch her die hanging from it.
Needing no further encouragement, one of the men grabbed Judith’s feet and stretched her legs over the stipe.
With malicious energy the final spike was driven through her feet.
The pain of the spike shattering her bones was almost more than Judith could bear. With a stream of the man’s cum accompanying it, Judith shoots a river of pee.
She lays her head against the cross and shouts “How could you do this to me?”
The guards’ captain shouts “The bitch is ready. Raise the cross!”
Judith cries out “Have mercy on me!”
None was shown…
Some powerful imagery and writing here, Tree. Especially at the end.
Sometimes I do good art!!!
Part one of two (read the two parts together. They belong that way!!!)
The guards’ captain shouts “The bitch is ready. Raise the cross!”
Judith cries out “Have mercy on me!”
None was shown. Instead the crew gathered around Judith’s cross and began to lift it.
Judith howled in agony as the cross tilted to one side.
The men leveled the cross as Judith fought to regain her breath
She begged them to stop but they continued hoisting the cross.
As her body started to slip down the stipe, Judith tried to hold herself up with her arms…
…but the pain was more than she could bear. Afraid Judith might faint, the captain shouted “Raise the damn cross before she before she passes out!”
The crew doubled up on the crossbar and gave an extra effort.
It seemed like a smooth wave as the cross and Judith swung into the air.
Ropes were tossed around the crossbean and the men continued to raise Judith.
The guards’ captain shouts “The bitch is ready. Raise the cross!”
Judith cries out “Have mercy on me!”
None was shown. Instead the crew gathered around Judith’s cross and began to lift it.
Judith howled in agony as the cross tilted to one side.
The men leveled the cross as Judith fought to regain her breath
She begged them to stop but they continued hoisting the cross.
As her body started to slip down the stipe, Judith tried to hold herself up with her arms…
…but the pain was more than she could bear. Afraid Judith might faint, the captain shouted “Raise the damn cross before she before she passes out!”
The crew doubled up on the crossbar and gave an extra effort.
It seemed like a smooth wave as the cross and Judith swung into the air.
Ropes were tossed around the crossbean and the men continued to raise Judith.
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Part two of two
Judith’s agonized cries became louder as the cross became more vertical. A pair of men pushed on the stipe as Judith begged for mercy.
But her cries drew no respite as the cross swung into the air.
Judith shook as the cross was almost upright. Her breasts shook like useless ornaments on her chest, just heavy weights forever out of her reach.
Judith gave a panicked shriek as the stipe began to slide into the cross’ mounting hole.
Once the cross was almost upright it slide into the hole and crashed to a stop after a meter’s drop.
For several moments Judith hung motionless from her cross. The was a loud cheer from the crowd when she raised her head.
Dazed from the shock of the fall and her arms seemingly pulled from her shoulders, Judith looks around and wonders what has just happened to her…
Judith’s agonized cries became louder as the cross became more vertical. A pair of men pushed on the stipe as Judith begged for mercy.
But her cries drew no respite as the cross swung into the air.
Judith shook as the cross was almost upright. Her breasts shook like useless ornaments on her chest, just heavy weights forever out of her reach.
Judith gave a panicked shriek as the stipe began to slide into the cross’ mounting hole.
Once the cross was almost upright it slide into the hole and crashed to a stop after a meter’s drop.
For several moments Judith hung motionless from her cross. The was a loud cheer from the crowd when she raised her head.
Dazed from the shock of the fall and her arms seemingly pulled from her shoulders, Judith looks around and wonders what has just happened to her…
Crucifying someone can be done in a few minutes, but King Richard was proud such a crowd had turned out to see his daughter nailed to the cross he allowed his men to make a show of Judith’s crucifixion. It took her a half-hour to carry the beam to the hill and there were obscene things done to Judith once her wrists were nailed to the cross. It took an hour from the time she left the dungeon until she hanged naked from the cross before the people of Cruxton and guests invited by the king to see Judith’s execution.
Now she hangs from her cross for the last hours of her life. Her voluptuous body is displayed to guests and commoners alike.
She squirms between to spike holding her naked before the crowd. For Judith the pain is more than she could have imagined and to be displayed to anyone who cares to look is more than she can bear. Despite the tortures of Judith being crucified, the privileged women cannot help discussing her obscenely presented body.
Some of the women are aroused by Judith’s body presented before them and make no move to hide their excitement.
With the walls of Cruxton looming behind her, Judith cries out “I am your princess! I am not a slave woman being put to death! How can you watch and let them do this to me?”
But Judith’s gyrations between the spikes holding her to the face of the cross only amuse the crowd. Many have never seen a woman crucified before. Her motions on the cross only adds to their thrill as she pushes out with her feet, lewdly displaying her womanly charms.
Judith’s exposure of her most intimate part only excites the crowd, drawing cheers from the crowd watching.
Judith collapses against the cross, spreading her legs and prominently displaying her womanhood. From the back of the crowd, her mother Felicity watches and thinks what an appropriate end to her daughter’s life.
She feels no sympathy towards Judith’s suffering or the displaying of her naked body.
Though the day is a mild one, Judith’s body is shining with sweat. She drools saliva from her mouth but is unable to stop it or wipe it and the spikes hold her arms spread painfully wide.
She pushes up to draw a deep breath and wonders how someone could do anything so cruel to a person.
She stretches on the cross and shouts “I am suffering! Will none of you show mercy?”
Her cry only draws laughter…
Now she hangs from her cross for the last hours of her life. Her voluptuous body is displayed to guests and commoners alike.
She squirms between to spike holding her naked before the crowd. For Judith the pain is more than she could have imagined and to be displayed to anyone who cares to look is more than she can bear. Despite the tortures of Judith being crucified, the privileged women cannot help discussing her obscenely presented body.
Some of the women are aroused by Judith’s body presented before them and make no move to hide their excitement.
With the walls of Cruxton looming behind her, Judith cries out “I am your princess! I am not a slave woman being put to death! How can you watch and let them do this to me?”
But Judith’s gyrations between the spikes holding her to the face of the cross only amuse the crowd. Many have never seen a woman crucified before. Her motions on the cross only adds to their thrill as she pushes out with her feet, lewdly displaying her womanly charms.
Judith’s exposure of her most intimate part only excites the crowd, drawing cheers from the crowd watching.
Judith collapses against the cross, spreading her legs and prominently displaying her womanhood. From the back of the crowd, her mother Felicity watches and thinks what an appropriate end to her daughter’s life.
She feels no sympathy towards Judith’s suffering or the displaying of her naked body.
Though the day is a mild one, Judith’s body is shining with sweat. She drools saliva from her mouth but is unable to stop it or wipe it and the spikes hold her arms spread painfully wide.
She pushes up to draw a deep breath and wonders how someone could do anything so cruel to a person.
She stretches on the cross and shouts “I am suffering! Will none of you show mercy?”
Her cry only draws laughter…
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Illara
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This is so arousing! Well written! *blush*
You are one lucky lady, @JudithJesus, to receive such, um, professional treatment from @thehangingtree! 
cynthia the inocent
Tribune
Taken, naked in front of the onlookers. Much to her dismay, her body betrays her and she orgasms shamefully .
Judith was crucified early in the morning. A large crowd turned out to see not only a woman crucified, but a princess suffer her execution on the cross. Judith was raised on an imported Premium French Cross. It was not required by her father, King Richard, but was donated by a French woman who was abhorred by the thought of even a disgraced royal woman would be put to death crucified on a cross made of local cedar wood.
The cross held Judith’s wrists ten meters above the ground, displaying her nude body to the crowd that had come to see her execution.
The crowd thought Judith’s fatal torture was a wonderful exhibit as she stretched and twisted as much as the spikes driven through her wrists and feet would allow.
Judith was not at all pleased by her situation. Her movement were restricted by the spikes piercing her wrists and feet. They caused indescribable pain being driven through her limbs, but with the cross raised the spikes supported her body hanging from the face of the cross. If she hung by her wrists, it felt like her arms would tear from her shoulders and breathing was difficult at best. Pushing up with her legs made deeper breaths possible but the pain of her weight being held up by the shattered in her feet was something her face could not hide.
Judith was hanging by her wrists with her legs bent by the spike through her feet when the French woman appeared beneath her. Judith looked down and asked “Did you come for a closer look? Do I make adequate ornamentation for your fucking cross?”
Messaline looked up and assured her she looked wonderful. Ther was a pause and she added “You would look better if you could hold your stomach in.”
Judith snapped back “I can’t even feel my stomach much less hold it in! Tell me do I look alright on this damn cross?”
Messaline swore that she did right as the guard ushered her away. It seems an important guest was arriving at Judith’s cross.
The base of Judith’s cross is cleared of onlookers and guards clear a path for the approaching dignitary. Judith looks at the cleared path and sees her sister Claire approaching. Judith turns her head away as Claire calls out “My lord, doesn’t the condemned prisoner look as appropriate up there on her cross? Guard, get me a lift so I can get a closer look at this bitch.”
A ladder was found and placed at the base of the cross. Claire climbed the steps and inspected Judith’s body. Her soft fingers ran over Judith’s trembling flesh. There was scorn in her soft voice when she said “I didn’t think it they would do it but it looks like they gave you what you deserved!”
With a hoarse voice caused by her dry mouth, Judith begs “Have them kill me. I can’t take anymore!”
Claire purrs “That would be wrong! The cross is going to be the cause of your death. Killing you now would seem almost merciful!”
Much to Judith’s dismay Claire lingered to heap more abuse on her. There was nothing Judith could do about it, nailed to the cross as she was. Claire finally climbed from the ladder as her feet had tired from standing on its rungs. She headed towards her carriage but stopped to talk with the guards’ captain. She looked back at Judith and said “She is thirsty. Give her something to drink but wait till after you and the guards have had your lunch.”
“I wouldn’t want her to think I showed any mercy towards her!”
The cross held Judith’s wrists ten meters above the ground, displaying her nude body to the crowd that had come to see her execution.
The crowd thought Judith’s fatal torture was a wonderful exhibit as she stretched and twisted as much as the spikes driven through her wrists and feet would allow.
Judith was not at all pleased by her situation. Her movement were restricted by the spikes piercing her wrists and feet. They caused indescribable pain being driven through her limbs, but with the cross raised the spikes supported her body hanging from the face of the cross. If she hung by her wrists, it felt like her arms would tear from her shoulders and breathing was difficult at best. Pushing up with her legs made deeper breaths possible but the pain of her weight being held up by the shattered in her feet was something her face could not hide.
Judith was hanging by her wrists with her legs bent by the spike through her feet when the French woman appeared beneath her. Judith looked down and asked “Did you come for a closer look? Do I make adequate ornamentation for your fucking cross?”
Messaline looked up and assured her she looked wonderful. Ther was a pause and she added “You would look better if you could hold your stomach in.”
Judith snapped back “I can’t even feel my stomach much less hold it in! Tell me do I look alright on this damn cross?”
Messaline swore that she did right as the guard ushered her away. It seems an important guest was arriving at Judith’s cross.
The base of Judith’s cross is cleared of onlookers and guards clear a path for the approaching dignitary. Judith looks at the cleared path and sees her sister Claire approaching. Judith turns her head away as Claire calls out “My lord, doesn’t the condemned prisoner look as appropriate up there on her cross? Guard, get me a lift so I can get a closer look at this bitch.”
A ladder was found and placed at the base of the cross. Claire climbed the steps and inspected Judith’s body. Her soft fingers ran over Judith’s trembling flesh. There was scorn in her soft voice when she said “I didn’t think it they would do it but it looks like they gave you what you deserved!”
With a hoarse voice caused by her dry mouth, Judith begs “Have them kill me. I can’t take anymore!”
Claire purrs “That would be wrong! The cross is going to be the cause of your death. Killing you now would seem almost merciful!”
Much to Judith’s dismay Claire lingered to heap more abuse on her. There was nothing Judith could do about it, nailed to the cross as she was. Claire finally climbed from the ladder as her feet had tired from standing on its rungs. She headed towards her carriage but stopped to talk with the guards’ captain. She looked back at Judith and said “She is thirsty. Give her something to drink but wait till after you and the guards have had your lunch.”
“I wouldn’t want her to think I showed any mercy towards her!”
Judith was left hanging from her cross in the midday sun. The crowd had thinned as they retreated from warming temperatures and to fetch some lunch. Some of the people remained. A pair of upper-class ladies admired how Judith looked draped from her cross. They gossiped about how good she looked mounted on the cross. One of them noted how fine they would look if they were hung naked as Judith was. The other hugged herself and cooed “I’m so hot right now I couldn’t even eat! Come to my cabana and make love to me!”
“Dianna, we could get caught” the first one exclaims.”
“So, if we are blame me! Maybe they will put me on a cross” she giddily replies.
Neither seems too concerned Judith is slowly fading to the tortures of her cross.
Below in Cruxton, the visiting staffer from the University of the Virgin Martyrs is meeting with King Richard. Professor Moore had heard the rumors that the king is more receptive to outsiders’ opinions the harder his cock is so Barbara dresses accordingly.
“Your majesty, isn’t it enough that you have sentenced Judith to death by the most abhorrent means possible? Must she suffer dehydration as she hangs from the cross” Barbara asks.
“Are you suggesting I give that criminal wine from my stock to ease her agony” the king asks with incredulities dripping from his voice.
“Certainly not! I am asking that a bottle of Riesling I brought be sent up the hill so the woman does not have to drink the guards’ piss from a sponge” Barbara replies.
“I’ll never understand how you people from the new world think, but very well, send a bottle of your wine up the hill for the wench to drink!”
A bottle of Riesling was sent up the hill where Judith is crucified. To save expenses King Richard sent his faithful servant ‘Old Slave’ to carry it up the hill. Between how slow Old Slave was and Claire’s orders not to give Judith a drink till after the guards had lunch, Judith was indeed thirsty enough to be lapping her sweat from what skin of hers her tongue could reach.
Beneath her cross a pair of guards gathered. One of them shouts up “Hey, slut, you want something to drink?”
Judith looked down and recognized the guard. He was one of the many men that had pleased her in the ways that had earned her this execution she suffered then. Even though the guard had helped crucify her she would gladly suck his dick today as she had in better times if his cum was the only moisture she could get.
Judith looked down from her perch on her cross and admitted “I would drink you piss for something to drink.”
To her surprise, the guards pulled the bottle of wine that Professor Moore had set and soaked a sponge with it. They placed the sponge on a spear and raised it to her lips. What would normally be an embarrassing act, Judith tilted her head forward and drank greedily from the sponge.
She even sucked her own saliva from the sponge before it was taken away,
From her upbringing she even thanked them for the drink.
Below from the veranda at the castle King Richard and his wife Felicity watched Judith’s drinking from the sponge. Felicity commented “That cannot be my daughter drinking the guards’ piss from a sponge!”
The king casually (stupidly?) replied “Lady Barbara beseeched me to give her a bottle of her wine.”
Felicity sharply snapped “And did she fuck you for such a favor?”
Richard’s face blushed and he answered “I cannot believe you would suggest such a thing!”
They two of them watched silently Judith suffering on the cross above on the hill.
“Dianna, we could get caught” the first one exclaims.”
“So, if we are blame me! Maybe they will put me on a cross” she giddily replies.
Neither seems too concerned Judith is slowly fading to the tortures of her cross.
Below in Cruxton, the visiting staffer from the University of the Virgin Martyrs is meeting with King Richard. Professor Moore had heard the rumors that the king is more receptive to outsiders’ opinions the harder his cock is so Barbara dresses accordingly.
“Your majesty, isn’t it enough that you have sentenced Judith to death by the most abhorrent means possible? Must she suffer dehydration as she hangs from the cross” Barbara asks.
“Are you suggesting I give that criminal wine from my stock to ease her agony” the king asks with incredulities dripping from his voice.
“Certainly not! I am asking that a bottle of Riesling I brought be sent up the hill so the woman does not have to drink the guards’ piss from a sponge” Barbara replies.
“I’ll never understand how you people from the new world think, but very well, send a bottle of your wine up the hill for the wench to drink!”
A bottle of Riesling was sent up the hill where Judith is crucified. To save expenses King Richard sent his faithful servant ‘Old Slave’ to carry it up the hill. Between how slow Old Slave was and Claire’s orders not to give Judith a drink till after the guards had lunch, Judith was indeed thirsty enough to be lapping her sweat from what skin of hers her tongue could reach.
Beneath her cross a pair of guards gathered. One of them shouts up “Hey, slut, you want something to drink?”
Judith looked down and recognized the guard. He was one of the many men that had pleased her in the ways that had earned her this execution she suffered then. Even though the guard had helped crucify her she would gladly suck his dick today as she had in better times if his cum was the only moisture she could get.
Judith looked down from her perch on her cross and admitted “I would drink you piss for something to drink.”
To her surprise, the guards pulled the bottle of wine that Professor Moore had set and soaked a sponge with it. They placed the sponge on a spear and raised it to her lips. What would normally be an embarrassing act, Judith tilted her head forward and drank greedily from the sponge.
She even sucked her own saliva from the sponge before it was taken away,
From her upbringing she even thanked them for the drink.
Below from the veranda at the castle King Richard and his wife Felicity watched Judith’s drinking from the sponge. Felicity commented “That cannot be my daughter drinking the guards’ piss from a sponge!”
The king casually (stupidly?) replied “Lady Barbara beseeched me to give her a bottle of her wine.”
Felicity sharply snapped “And did she fuck you for such a favor?”
Richard’s face blushed and he answered “I cannot believe you would suggest such a thing!”
They two of them watched silently Judith suffering on the cross above on the hill.