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The Story of Judith
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One fears your father, King Richard, is hardly ready to expedite your demise!!!
JustJJ
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I am too filled with confusion and pain at this point to wonder...do I want more pain to get it over faster, or to deal with what I've got until it finally ends? It feels like every minute, is a minute longer than I expected to live, and I'm surprised that time keeps on passing, and the pain continues to get worse than I could have imagined when the nails were first driven in.
Below in Cruxtonia, Amber looks up at her sister crucified and hanging to her death. Judith’s agony is a picture of perfection for Amber. Amber rubs her breast and fingers her clit and thinks how marvelous she would look in Judith’s place. She does not consider the pain Judith feels during her slow execution.
But for Judith the day is filled with unending agony. She looks about the never-changing scenery and wonders if her suffering will ever end.
The minutes pass like hours for Judith. There is the constant stretching of her body as she hangs from the spikes. She looks down her body and prays it will free her of the pain.
Below her the scene does not change. The rocks she cannot stand upon seem to look up at her and laugh at her torment.
She twists and turns as much as the spikes let her, but the view does not change. The view is still the same. The rocks don’t move.
Judith pushes out with her feet. Her feet hurt too much and her legs have lost most of their strength. But still the rocks don’t move.
Judith collapses against the cross. She looks down at her stomach hanging uselessly before her. She thinks ‘Hold it in? I cannot feel it anymore.’
A servant girl approaches Judith. Shyly she says “I am Eulilia. My master gave me the afternoon off to see you and what he would do to me if I were disobedient. Tell me, Judith, is this worth your life as a princess?”
Judith does not answer. She thinks 'Let Eulalia decide on her own.'
But for Judith the day is filled with unending agony. She looks about the never-changing scenery and wonders if her suffering will ever end.
The minutes pass like hours for Judith. There is the constant stretching of her body as she hangs from the spikes. She looks down her body and prays it will free her of the pain.
Below her the scene does not change. The rocks she cannot stand upon seem to look up at her and laugh at her torment.
She twists and turns as much as the spikes let her, but the view does not change. The view is still the same. The rocks don’t move.
Judith pushes out with her feet. Her feet hurt too much and her legs have lost most of their strength. But still the rocks don’t move.
Judith collapses against the cross. She looks down at her stomach hanging uselessly before her. She thinks ‘Hold it in? I cannot feel it anymore.’
A servant girl approaches Judith. Shyly she says “I am Eulilia. My master gave me the afternoon off to see you and what he would do to me if I were disobedient. Tell me, Judith, is this worth your life as a princess?”
Judith does not answer. She thinks 'Let Eulalia decide on her own.'
Does that make you more or less likely to be obedient, Eul?
Isn’t that a dainty thing to have to sit before the King? Etiquette, etiquette, etiquette!Professor Moore had heard the rumors that the king is more receptive to outsiders’ opinions the harder his cock is so Barbara dresses accordingly.
One could say Barbara was being a loose tramp trying to save Judith from being served the guards' urine but I believe she was really concerned with her health as her father was executing her
The afternoon seemed to take forever for Judith. Not only has she suffered hours crucified, but the crowd had mostly retired to the cooler locales of the Cruxtonian saloons. Boredom added to the tortures of her slow execution. She looked down the path searching for someone to come back and heckle her.
Judith was again thirsty. After the bottle of wine ran out the guards offered her the sponge soaked with their urine. Her pride had her refusing their offer but in the late afternoon she would drink anything- even the guards’ piss! They told her to beg for her drink but her stubborn pride had refused to have her plea for their idea of a drink.
It would be only a matter of time before her thirst overwhelmed her pride.
As the afternoon faded into evening, people began showing up on the hill. They were no more merciful than they had been earlier. Indeed, the biggest change was they were more inebriated. This only made their jeers louder and lewder. It would not get better as the canteen opened on the mound ensuring the crowd would not suffer thirst as they heckled Judith.
The crowd would shout lewd comments when Judith would push up with her legs. Her chest would thrust out prominently displaying her breasts.
It became worse when Judith would dangle from her wrists. The single spike driven through her feet would force her legs apart, leaving her private parts, well, not private! Judith did not know what all was being shouted at her, but she was correct in assuming they were not polite thoughts.
Judith has been crucified since early morning. It is late in the evening and the crowd is reassembling on the hill she hangs from her cross. Usually when a male prisoner is sentenced to death by crucifixion there is a crowd there for the first hour or so. But they tend to leave after that. There is really nothing to watch after that. If the man had a sign of arousal, it had long past and there is really not much to hold the attention except those with a macabre curiosity.
But Judith’s crucifixion is different. For most of the crowd they have never seen a woman put to death on the cross. To watch a nude woman suffer her tortures as she hangs widely displayed nailed to the wood is new to many of them. Add more than a few adult beverages to each of the crowd and they are enthralled watching her dance above them.
Of course, Judith has nothing but her pain to pass the time…
Judith was again thirsty. After the bottle of wine ran out the guards offered her the sponge soaked with their urine. Her pride had her refusing their offer but in the late afternoon she would drink anything- even the guards’ piss! They told her to beg for her drink but her stubborn pride had refused to have her plea for their idea of a drink.
It would be only a matter of time before her thirst overwhelmed her pride.
As the afternoon faded into evening, people began showing up on the hill. They were no more merciful than they had been earlier. Indeed, the biggest change was they were more inebriated. This only made their jeers louder and lewder. It would not get better as the canteen opened on the mound ensuring the crowd would not suffer thirst as they heckled Judith.
The crowd would shout lewd comments when Judith would push up with her legs. Her chest would thrust out prominently displaying her breasts.
It became worse when Judith would dangle from her wrists. The single spike driven through her feet would force her legs apart, leaving her private parts, well, not private! Judith did not know what all was being shouted at her, but she was correct in assuming they were not polite thoughts.
Judith has been crucified since early morning. It is late in the evening and the crowd is reassembling on the hill she hangs from her cross. Usually when a male prisoner is sentenced to death by crucifixion there is a crowd there for the first hour or so. But they tend to leave after that. There is really nothing to watch after that. If the man had a sign of arousal, it had long past and there is really not much to hold the attention except those with a macabre curiosity.
But Judith’s crucifixion is different. For most of the crowd they have never seen a woman put to death on the cross. To watch a nude woman suffer her tortures as she hangs widely displayed nailed to the wood is new to many of them. Add more than a few adult beverages to each of the crowd and they are enthralled watching her dance above them.
Of course, Judith has nothing but her pain to pass the time…
Judith’s last hours alive are spent nailed to and hanging from the face of the cross that will take her life. The people have returned to her crucifixion to admire her naked body spread on the cross by the spikes holding her wrists widely stretched and holding her legs apart with the third spike driven through her feet. She looks down her body that is displayed for all to see. Her breasts, once desired orbs, are heavy ornaments weighing on her chest. She cannot touch they as the spikes hold her arms to the cross. She thinks ‘You beautifully things, you are killing me now.”
Judith pushes up with her feet to take a deep breath. A laborer from Cruxtonia walks up to the cross. She looks down at him when he says “You looked better in bed.”
As Judith stays up on her trembling legs, he adds “You still look good for a crucified princess whore.”
His words are like a fourth spike driven through Judith’s heart. Enraged she leans as far forward as her arms allow. Angrily she shouts “I am not a whore! I slept with many of you, men and women alike, and never did I ask for anything but your love!”
Judith continues “I am not dead yet, but they are killing me. I have spent a day nailed to this damn thing while you have gone and refreshed you thirst and bed your lovers. Then you return to stare at me! You have driven the spikes through me as much as the crew did!”
Judith cries “Damn you are” only to be jeered by the crowd. The captain of the guards fear things are getting out of hand and moves the crowd back. Judith looks down and pleads “Don’t send them away! I will be alone here!”
But the captain decides what is best and moves the crowd back. Some of the people choose to leave as the best part of the show is over.
A few tears stream down Judith’s cheeks as she hangs from the cross. She whispers “Don’t make me die alone!”
Judith pushes up with her feet to take a deep breath. A laborer from Cruxtonia walks up to the cross. She looks down at him when he says “You looked better in bed.”
As Judith stays up on her trembling legs, he adds “You still look good for a crucified princess whore.”
His words are like a fourth spike driven through Judith’s heart. Enraged she leans as far forward as her arms allow. Angrily she shouts “I am not a whore! I slept with many of you, men and women alike, and never did I ask for anything but your love!”
Judith continues “I am not dead yet, but they are killing me. I have spent a day nailed to this damn thing while you have gone and refreshed you thirst and bed your lovers. Then you return to stare at me! You have driven the spikes through me as much as the crew did!”
Judith cries “Damn you are” only to be jeered by the crowd. The captain of the guards fear things are getting out of hand and moves the crowd back. Judith looks down and pleads “Don’t send them away! I will be alone here!”
But the captain decides what is best and moves the crowd back. Some of the people choose to leave as the best part of the show is over.
A few tears stream down Judith’s cheeks as she hangs from the cross. She whispers “Don’t make me die alone!”
Makes someone feel sorry for Judith. It is a shame she is being put to death for her sexual activities
But clearing the crowd is what the guards did. In her unending agony Judith hangs from her cross. In a weak, hoarse voice she cries out “Don’t leave me alone! I don’t want to die alone!”
She isn’t really alone. The guards have made a perimeter around her cross keeping the thinning crowd thirty meters from her cross. It is far enough away her cries cannot be heard so many wander down the hill before darkness arrives. Judith hangs from her cross in the center of the quiet circle. Bored, pained, and tired, Judith passes the time watching her body’s gyrations.
There is nothing else she can do. The cross limited how she could move and what she could see. Still beyond her body there were still the rocks she could not stand upon.
Judith no longer controlled her movements. Her body twisted and turned as it needed to. She could only watch her flesh’s curves and thrusts over the ground that was out of reach.
To Judith the ground below seemed to get farther away. It was still beyond her reach but seemed to get more distant as she tired from hanging from her cross.
Judith eyes snapped open and her head jerked up. She wonders is she had fallen asleep or even passed out. In front of her was a strangely dressed man sipping a cold drink from the glass he carried. Judith asks “Did the king send you?”
He shakes his head and replies he’s just a merchant in town doing trade. He asks what Judith is doing. Bluntly she says “I’m dying by my father’s orders.”
He raised an eyebrow and took a drink, then asked “What did you do?” Judith huffed and said “I had sex.”
“And that got you crucified” he replied. “You mustn’t have been too good at it.”
“I never got any complaints and you never had better” Judith proclaims.
A guard came up and told the man “Sir, you have to stay outside the perimeter.”
The man replied “The name’s ‘Tree’ and where is the perimeter?”
The guard showed him and Tree walked off, no bothering to stop once he passed the line.
Judith rolled her head back and asked no one in particular “Can’t this be over?”
The sun had slipped to the horizon when a coach came up the hill. King Richard and his wife Felicity climbed out and looked at their daughter twisting on the cross. The king says “It is going to rain tonight. I should have the guards put her out of her misery and stick a spear through her.”
Felicity snaps back “She has been condemned to die on the cross. Don’t you dare make her death any easier!”
She isn’t really alone. The guards have made a perimeter around her cross keeping the thinning crowd thirty meters from her cross. It is far enough away her cries cannot be heard so many wander down the hill before darkness arrives. Judith hangs from her cross in the center of the quiet circle. Bored, pained, and tired, Judith passes the time watching her body’s gyrations.
There is nothing else she can do. The cross limited how she could move and what she could see. Still beyond her body there were still the rocks she could not stand upon.
Judith no longer controlled her movements. Her body twisted and turned as it needed to. She could only watch her flesh’s curves and thrusts over the ground that was out of reach.
To Judith the ground below seemed to get farther away. It was still beyond her reach but seemed to get more distant as she tired from hanging from her cross.
Judith eyes snapped open and her head jerked up. She wonders is she had fallen asleep or even passed out. In front of her was a strangely dressed man sipping a cold drink from the glass he carried. Judith asks “Did the king send you?”
He shakes his head and replies he’s just a merchant in town doing trade. He asks what Judith is doing. Bluntly she says “I’m dying by my father’s orders.”
He raised an eyebrow and took a drink, then asked “What did you do?” Judith huffed and said “I had sex.”
“And that got you crucified” he replied. “You mustn’t have been too good at it.”
“I never got any complaints and you never had better” Judith proclaims.
A guard came up and told the man “Sir, you have to stay outside the perimeter.”
The man replied “The name’s ‘Tree’ and where is the perimeter?”
The guard showed him and Tree walked off, no bothering to stop once he passed the line.
Judith rolled her head back and asked no one in particular “Can’t this be over?”
The sun had slipped to the horizon when a coach came up the hill. King Richard and his wife Felicity climbed out and looked at their daughter twisting on the cross. The king says “It is going to rain tonight. I should have the guards put her out of her misery and stick a spear through her.”
Felicity snaps back “She has been condemned to die on the cross. Don’t you dare make her death any easier!”
Felicity is a real honey, isn't she?
Parents these days are too nice to children!!!
nicole
Tribune
I would rather say "a slut" lol
nicole
Tribune
that's my opinion
Following King Richard and his wife Felicity’s cruel gawking visit to the hill where their daughter endures her last hours alive by hanging from the face of the tireless cross, Judith is left alone in the fading light of the already set sun. There are a few guards left on the hill that are more interested in attending to their bonfire than they are in watching Judith’s jerks and twists as her body withers to the torments of the cross.
Judith whispers curses to her parents and prays to be released from her torture. She still cannot accept she has been sentenced to die hanging from the cross.
The guards on watch are positioned far enough from Judith they cannot hear her babbling. This is their second shift and they had been there in the morning when Judith made her march up the hill and was nailed to the cross and raised. She had been an enjoyable prisoner as she hanged from the cross. She had enough energy to be active on the cross, even begging for drinks as she hung doing her death dance.
But that was earlier. Now she was a swear-covered woman that has pissed and shitted as she suffered her slow death on the cross. She is not the lovely young woman they had crucified that morning but a tired shell that somehow has survived a day nailed to her cross. The guards’ only job was to make sure someone did not show her mercy and prematurely end her agony by killing her before the cross did.
In the last of the evening’s light a rain squall can by and rinsed Judith’s body.
The guards huddled under their tarp to dodge the rain. Judith could do nothing more than raise her head and drink what water she could get.
The rain did not last long and a tired and chilled Judith hanged from her wrists cursing those that put her there and everyone who watched her torment.
Sometime during the night Judith pushed up and drew her last deep breath.
She would sink down on the cross and look to the dark skies.
‘I had a good life but I have suffered enough’ she thought. ‘I can take no more. I am finished.’
Sometime during the night, Judith surrendered to the unending brutality of the cross. The next morning she hanged lifeless from the cross.
The guards’ job was done. Princess Judith has been put to death on the cross. The guards were pleased a sanitation crew would have to remove her spent body.
The end except for the epilogue… coming soon here…
Judith whispers curses to her parents and prays to be released from her torture. She still cannot accept she has been sentenced to die hanging from the cross.
The guards on watch are positioned far enough from Judith they cannot hear her babbling. This is their second shift and they had been there in the morning when Judith made her march up the hill and was nailed to the cross and raised. She had been an enjoyable prisoner as she hanged from the cross. She had enough energy to be active on the cross, even begging for drinks as she hung doing her death dance.
But that was earlier. Now she was a swear-covered woman that has pissed and shitted as she suffered her slow death on the cross. She is not the lovely young woman they had crucified that morning but a tired shell that somehow has survived a day nailed to her cross. The guards’ only job was to make sure someone did not show her mercy and prematurely end her agony by killing her before the cross did.
In the last of the evening’s light a rain squall can by and rinsed Judith’s body.
The guards huddled under their tarp to dodge the rain. Judith could do nothing more than raise her head and drink what water she could get.
The rain did not last long and a tired and chilled Judith hanged from her wrists cursing those that put her there and everyone who watched her torment.
Sometime during the night Judith pushed up and drew her last deep breath.
She would sink down on the cross and look to the dark skies.
‘I had a good life but I have suffered enough’ she thought. ‘I can take no more. I am finished.’
Sometime during the night, Judith surrendered to the unending brutality of the cross. The next morning she hanged lifeless from the cross.
The guards’ job was done. Princess Judith has been put to death on the cross. The guards were pleased a sanitation crew would have to remove her spent body.
The end except for the epilogue… coming soon here…
Epilogue- part one
Judith was the first woman to be publicly put to death by crucifixion in Cruxtonia. Her crucifixion, called barbaric by some, was considered a masterful work of art by many of the citizens of Cruxtonia. The images of Judith’s suffering as she hung from the cross were mesmerizing to those who saw her tortuous dying on the cross.
So mesmerizing that King Richard decided all women would be executed by them being publicly crucified. This went on for centuries until pressures on Cruxtonia forced them to move to more humane methods of executing women. For a while, burning women at the stake was fashionable. It did put on a good show and by the condemned women’s screams they seems to justly suffer enough before they finally expired.
Time marched on and even burning women was frowned upon. So Cruxtonia moved to beheading the condemned women.
But as more time passed it was determined removing a woman’s head was a forbidden mutilation and a new method of executing women had to be found. Hanging a woman by her neck seemed a good method to put a woman death.
With the proper ceremonies the woman could be brought to the gallows and hanged to death with no damage to her body unless her neck was closely inspected.
As time passed, the notion of putting women to death as a form of punishment faded and even Cruxtonia had to bow to the pressures of it neighbors. So sentencing women to death for there crimes ended even in Cruxtonia.
But in the final part of this epilogue we will discover what did become of the tradition of publicly executing women that dates back to the time they crucified Princess Judith for her wonton ways.
Judith was the first woman to be publicly put to death by crucifixion in Cruxtonia. Her crucifixion, called barbaric by some, was considered a masterful work of art by many of the citizens of Cruxtonia. The images of Judith’s suffering as she hung from the cross were mesmerizing to those who saw her tortuous dying on the cross.
So mesmerizing that King Richard decided all women would be executed by them being publicly crucified. This went on for centuries until pressures on Cruxtonia forced them to move to more humane methods of executing women. For a while, burning women at the stake was fashionable. It did put on a good show and by the condemned women’s screams they seems to justly suffer enough before they finally expired.
Time marched on and even burning women was frowned upon. So Cruxtonia moved to beheading the condemned women.
But as more time passed it was determined removing a woman’s head was a forbidden mutilation and a new method of executing women had to be found. Hanging a woman by her neck seemed a good method to put a woman death.
With the proper ceremonies the woman could be brought to the gallows and hanged to death with no damage to her body unless her neck was closely inspected.
As time passed, the notion of putting women to death as a form of punishment faded and even Cruxtonia had to bow to the pressures of it neighbors. So sentencing women to death for there crimes ended even in Cruxtonia.
But in the final part of this epilogue we will discover what did become of the tradition of publicly executing women that dates back to the time they crucified Princess Judith for her wonton ways.
