Stay with the story and see if you are right!!!
-
Sign up or login, and you'll have full access to opportunities of forum.
Wrath of the Namors
- Thread starter thehangingtree
- Start date
Claire had killed her grandfather- literally fucked him to death- and was taken into custody by the town’s constable. Though he tried to scare Claire saying she would surely get the cross for her execution, the thought of being crucified only excited Claire. Though there was no records kept, Claire had more than one orgasm before she got to the jail.
Being thrown in the Namor jail was not like anything Claire could have imagined. With her hands tied behind her, some guard that looked more like a Neanderthal escorted her to the filthy cell that would be her home until she was tried.
She was put in a cell that was dirtier than her yard. Afraid to touch the walls, Claire brought up “This is really gross! Don’t you have something more appropriate to house a lady?”
The guard said “You ain’t a lady in here. You’re just a prisoner and I have to check you for evidence.”
“EVIDENCE?!?!?! I am stark naked! What more do you need to see” Claire demanded.
“The constable said you fucked your grandfather to death” the guard growled. “I have to check for any of his cum in you.”
“You can’t be serious” Claire exclaimed.
But the guard shoved his grungy fingers in her pussy and did what could at least be called a thorough search. Once he was satisfied he said “Turn around. I have to check your cornhole.”
“My WHAT?” Claire asked incredulously.
“Your arse! I gotta know if he fucked you there, too. Now put your arse against the bars” the guard demanded.
Claire looked at the barres door and couldn’t believe he was going to stick his fingers in her bottom.
She shouldn’t have worried about his fingers searching her rear. With her back against the bars, he reached through and grabbed her wrists with his dirty hands now wet from searching her pussy. He bent her forward and she felt his hard cock part her cheeks. Before she was done screaming “You can’t do me there” his hard cock was deep in her ass.
Moments later a flood of his cum joined her grandfather’s deep in her bowels. As he pulled out, he grunted “Well, I wasn’t the first one in there today, was I?”
Claire was then taken to stables when iron cuffs were riveted to her wrists. There were a pair of naked women watching him secure her wrists.
Remember, Tree was more generous with favors than he was with wages and the two women prisoners were part of his generosity. Once Claire was secured in the irons, she was brought back to the cell and the chains of the irons were secured well above her head. Claire could not she was being treated in such a way!
Later that night a different guard checked on her. He asked if she was doing alright. Claire mockingly replied “I have never been better!”
The guard said “I hear you didn’t like getting you ass fucked by the other guard. Turn around.”
Claire felt the new guard’s cock split her buns.
As the third cock of the day filled her bowels, he calmly said “You’ll get used to it after you’ve done it enough times…”
Being thrown in the Namor jail was not like anything Claire could have imagined. With her hands tied behind her, some guard that looked more like a Neanderthal escorted her to the filthy cell that would be her home until she was tried.
She was put in a cell that was dirtier than her yard. Afraid to touch the walls, Claire brought up “This is really gross! Don’t you have something more appropriate to house a lady?”
The guard said “You ain’t a lady in here. You’re just a prisoner and I have to check you for evidence.”
“EVIDENCE?!?!?! I am stark naked! What more do you need to see” Claire demanded.
“The constable said you fucked your grandfather to death” the guard growled. “I have to check for any of his cum in you.”
“You can’t be serious” Claire exclaimed.
But the guard shoved his grungy fingers in her pussy and did what could at least be called a thorough search. Once he was satisfied he said “Turn around. I have to check your cornhole.”
“My WHAT?” Claire asked incredulously.
“Your arse! I gotta know if he fucked you there, too. Now put your arse against the bars” the guard demanded.
Claire looked at the barres door and couldn’t believe he was going to stick his fingers in her bottom.
She shouldn’t have worried about his fingers searching her rear. With her back against the bars, he reached through and grabbed her wrists with his dirty hands now wet from searching her pussy. He bent her forward and she felt his hard cock part her cheeks. Before she was done screaming “You can’t do me there” his hard cock was deep in her ass.
Moments later a flood of his cum joined her grandfather’s deep in her bowels. As he pulled out, he grunted “Well, I wasn’t the first one in there today, was I?”
Claire was then taken to stables when iron cuffs were riveted to her wrists. There were a pair of naked women watching him secure her wrists.
Remember, Tree was more generous with favors than he was with wages and the two women prisoners were part of his generosity. Once Claire was secured in the irons, she was brought back to the cell and the chains of the irons were secured well above her head. Claire could not she was being treated in such a way!
Later that night a different guard checked on her. He asked if she was doing alright. Claire mockingly replied “I have never been better!”
The guard said “I hear you didn’t like getting you ass fucked by the other guard. Turn around.”
Claire felt the new guard’s cock split her buns.
As the third cock of the day filled her bowels, he calmly said “You’ll get used to it after you’ve done it enough times…”
Claire found being incarcerated in the Namor village jail less than what she had expected. The cell she was held in was far less than her idea of clean and she was denied any hint of clothing. The only advantage to that was the guards seemed to appreciate her body.
She wished they would try her, find her guilty of murdering her grandfather, and get on with crucifying her. That is why she killed the old man after all.
She was visited by a sister from the Convent of Virgin Martyrs. The woman was quite excited when she met with Claire as she had what she thought was fantastic news. Cheerfully she said “I have great news! When you are tried and found guilty, they are going to let you wear a dress when they hang you!”
“I’m sorry, I don’t know you” Claire said in a disappointed voice.
“I’m Sister Barbara, from the Moore clan” the nun replied. “Isn’t that good news? When they hang you, you won’t be naked in front of all the commoners. You’ll be wearing a very fine white dress!”
“You mean I am going to be hanged to death” Claire asked.
“Well, you did kill your grandfather. Getting put to death kind of comes along with killing a senator” Sister Barbara huffs.
“But they are going to hang me to death” Claire asks again.
“Yes, but it beats being crucified naked, don’t you think” Sister Barbara asks as she looked at the naked woman. Sister Barbara though how lovely Claire would look as she strangled hanging by her neck.
“How did you keep me from being crucified” Claire asked.
“It wasn’t easy. Albero Suspeso was going to crucify you but I met with the high cleric and reminded him of Suspeso’s vow not to crucify any Noman women”
“So I won’t be crucified? How did you do that” Claire asked.
“Well, it was a rather involved… um… discussion with archbishop Wragg, but even a nun has ways of convincing a man” Sister Barbara proudly states.
To Sister Barbara’s surprise, Claire angrily says “I killed the son of a bitch to get crucified and you just screwed it all up”
Sister Barbara left in disgust with Claire’s reaction. Little did Sister Barbara know her visit with Claire would only make Claire’s day worse than she thought. The guards placed Claire in a pillory and told her she had to be searched in case the visiting nun had slipped her anything.
The guard searched her in his usual way, giving Claire a righteous ass-fucking.
But as he told her days ago, Claire would ‘get used to it’.
And truth be told, Claire didn’t mind when he ‘helped’ her pass the time before her trial!
She wished they would try her, find her guilty of murdering her grandfather, and get on with crucifying her. That is why she killed the old man after all.
She was visited by a sister from the Convent of Virgin Martyrs. The woman was quite excited when she met with Claire as she had what she thought was fantastic news. Cheerfully she said “I have great news! When you are tried and found guilty, they are going to let you wear a dress when they hang you!”
“I’m sorry, I don’t know you” Claire said in a disappointed voice.
“I’m Sister Barbara, from the Moore clan” the nun replied. “Isn’t that good news? When they hang you, you won’t be naked in front of all the commoners. You’ll be wearing a very fine white dress!”
“You mean I am going to be hanged to death” Claire asked.
“Well, you did kill your grandfather. Getting put to death kind of comes along with killing a senator” Sister Barbara huffs.
“But they are going to hang me to death” Claire asks again.
“Yes, but it beats being crucified naked, don’t you think” Sister Barbara asks as she looked at the naked woman. Sister Barbara though how lovely Claire would look as she strangled hanging by her neck.
“How did you keep me from being crucified” Claire asked.
“It wasn’t easy. Albero Suspeso was going to crucify you but I met with the high cleric and reminded him of Suspeso’s vow not to crucify any Noman women”
“So I won’t be crucified? How did you do that” Claire asked.
“Well, it was a rather involved… um… discussion with archbishop Wragg, but even a nun has ways of convincing a man” Sister Barbara proudly states.
To Sister Barbara’s surprise, Claire angrily says “I killed the son of a bitch to get crucified and you just screwed it all up”
Sister Barbara left in disgust with Claire’s reaction. Little did Sister Barbara know her visit with Claire would only make Claire’s day worse than she thought. The guards placed Claire in a pillory and told her she had to be searched in case the visiting nun had slipped her anything.
The guard searched her in his usual way, giving Claire a righteous ass-fucking.
But as he told her days ago, Claire would ‘get used to it’.
And truth be told, Claire didn’t mind when he ‘helped’ her pass the time before her trial!
Kathy
Terra Nova Tramp
What a gentlemanThe guard searched her in his usual way, giving Claire a righteous ass-fucking.
I’ll deny having said that if it ever comes up!
Even in those days, if you were connected news got around fast. Joan had regularly slept with a relationship with one of the guards at the Nomar jail who told her some progressive nun named Sister Barbara had somehow convinced Tree to hang Claire for murdering her grandfather. Joan was somewhat annoyed as she had surmised Claire killed the man solely to be crucified. Claire was unaware of Archbishop Wragg’s power over Tree’s domain.
Joan slinked into Tree’s bedroom half-naked. She knew how to dress when negotiating with Tree. In a sultry voice she says “I here Sister Barbara has convinced the archbishop to hold you to your vow of not crucifying any Nomar women.”
“Two things I don’t fuck with are the Romans ‘cause they have a bigger army and the archbishop who might have strings with the big man” Tree replies.
“Suppose I have more influence on the archbishop than some nun… Let me talk with him and see if he’ll absolve you of your vow” Joan says.
“I don’t know what you have that will convince him to do that” Tree says.
“Oh, I can be pretty convincing” Joan purrs.
Joan goes to the archbishop’s house to convince him to let Tree crucify Claire. At first, Archbishop Wragg is rather adamant about having Claire hanged for her execution. Joan bats her eyes and says “But your excellence, Claire is no lady! She murdered our… Tree’s most generous donor. I’m afraid with the lack of his money, we may even have to raise taxes… even imposing them on your church!”
This got the archbishop’s attention, but it still took more convincing. Fortunately Joan had some other arguments to sway the archbishop’s opinion.
The archbishop agreed to allow Tree to crucify Claire by crucifixion but he insisted on telling Claire first and in person. He went to the Noman jail to inform Claire the deal he had with Tree was void and, as a murderous woman, Tree would be allowed to take her to the hill, nail her naked to a cross, and have her hang from it until she died.
Claire acted horrified to hear her change of fate when the reality was she nearly came when she heard the ‘horrid’ news. Claire did everything she could do tothank convince the archbishop not to allow Tree to put her on the cross.
Archbishop Wragg was not swayed and denounced Claire as a conniving murderer unworthy of his presence. To prove his point, the archbishop forced Claire to her knees and he forcefully raped her arse.
Claire cried out as he pummeled her bottom. He had no idea she was have multiple orgasms...
Joan slinked into Tree’s bedroom half-naked. She knew how to dress when negotiating with Tree. In a sultry voice she says “I here Sister Barbara has convinced the archbishop to hold you to your vow of not crucifying any Nomar women.”
“Two things I don’t fuck with are the Romans ‘cause they have a bigger army and the archbishop who might have strings with the big man” Tree replies.
“Suppose I have more influence on the archbishop than some nun… Let me talk with him and see if he’ll absolve you of your vow” Joan says.
“I don’t know what you have that will convince him to do that” Tree says.
“Oh, I can be pretty convincing” Joan purrs.
Joan goes to the archbishop’s house to convince him to let Tree crucify Claire. At first, Archbishop Wragg is rather adamant about having Claire hanged for her execution. Joan bats her eyes and says “But your excellence, Claire is no lady! She murdered our… Tree’s most generous donor. I’m afraid with the lack of his money, we may even have to raise taxes… even imposing them on your church!”
This got the archbishop’s attention, but it still took more convincing. Fortunately Joan had some other arguments to sway the archbishop’s opinion.
The archbishop agreed to allow Tree to crucify Claire by crucifixion but he insisted on telling Claire first and in person. He went to the Noman jail to inform Claire the deal he had with Tree was void and, as a murderous woman, Tree would be allowed to take her to the hill, nail her naked to a cross, and have her hang from it until she died.
Claire acted horrified to hear her change of fate when the reality was she nearly came when she heard the ‘horrid’ news. Claire did everything she could do to
Archbishop Wragg was not swayed and denounced Claire as a conniving murderer unworthy of his presence. To prove his point, the archbishop forced Claire to her knees and he forcefully raped her arse.
Claire cried out as he pummeled her bottom. He had no idea she was have multiple orgasms...
Everybody seems happy that Claire is going to be crucified, surprisingly even Claire. But there is a ‘fly in the ointment’ as Tree wants a signed confession from Claire so if anyone gets pissed she was crucified he’d have a paper with her signature on it that says she killed her grandfather. Tree’s sister cousin Joan is not a dumb woman and sneaks in to see Claire. She convinces Claire that the confession must be a trap connived by Tree and for her not to sign it. For a short time this works but the Namor jail guards have ways of getting what their boss wants.
It took only a night oftorture questioning before Claire broke.
One would have suggested she reads the document over before she signed it but it had pages of fine print. Claire shrugged and thought ‘I’m going to get crucified at last. What else can they do to me, kill me?’
One should be concerned in her case those are not separable events. Claire grabs a pen…
…and signs the document.
In the old times, trials- as bogus as Claire’s would be- came up very quickly. She was brought to the town’s saloon that served as the court room. Drinks were not served until she was convicted of murdering her grandfather. She arrived wearing a skimpy outfit which would have a hard time passing as a nightshirt centuries later. The soldier that greeted her had less than kind words for her.
“You would have been lucky if they hanged you” he growls. “It would have been over in a few minutes. Now you’ll just be another toy dying naked on a cross” he growls.
Claire was led intothe saloon court where the prosecutor gave a very graphic description of how she screwed her grandfather to death. Claire was appalled by the details but would have known they were coming if she had read the forty-second page of fine print of the confession she had signed. Claire looked distraught when the court’s attorney demanded the jury of twelve distinguished men demanded they find her guilty and condemn her to death by crucifixion.
A closer look at her outfit would revel Claire had a very wet crotch and she had not peed when she heard her sentence.
Now a convicted criminal, the guards bound Claire’s hands behind her back. One of them whispered “I’ll make sure you go to the cross a very happy woman.”
The head guard stepped before Claire and loudly declared “Claire, you have been convicted of murder and condemned to death on the cross. Guards, strip this woman and take her to the jail where she will be held until she is crucified.”
In front of everybody Claire was stripped naked before being taken the town’s jail.
At the jail a guard grabbed her well-exposed breasts and, while fondling them, said “We’ll try to make your time here memorable.”
Claire asked “Do I get any guard’s cock whenever I want?”
It took only a night of
One would have suggested she reads the document over before she signed it but it had pages of fine print. Claire shrugged and thought ‘I’m going to get crucified at last. What else can they do to me, kill me?’
One should be concerned in her case those are not separable events. Claire grabs a pen…
…and signs the document.
In the old times, trials- as bogus as Claire’s would be- came up very quickly. She was brought to the town’s saloon that served as the court room. Drinks were not served until she was convicted of murdering her grandfather. She arrived wearing a skimpy outfit which would have a hard time passing as a nightshirt centuries later. The soldier that greeted her had less than kind words for her.
“You would have been lucky if they hanged you” he growls. “It would have been over in a few minutes. Now you’ll just be another toy dying naked on a cross” he growls.
Claire was led into
A closer look at her outfit would revel Claire had a very wet crotch and she had not peed when she heard her sentence.
Now a convicted criminal, the guards bound Claire’s hands behind her back. One of them whispered “I’ll make sure you go to the cross a very happy woman.”
The head guard stepped before Claire and loudly declared “Claire, you have been convicted of murder and condemned to death on the cross. Guards, strip this woman and take her to the jail where she will be held until she is crucified.”
In front of everybody Claire was stripped naked before being taken the town’s jail.
At the jail a guard grabbed her well-exposed breasts and, while fondling them, said “We’ll try to make your time here memorable.”
Claire asked “Do I get any guard’s cock whenever I want?”
Fun.
Written in Tree’s inimitable style.
Love the embedded “strike out” humor.
The evening following Claire’s trial, Joan comes to visit the woman condemned to death by crucifixion. Joan is in a rather cheerful mood, lavishing soft touches on Claire’s bare body. Claire is somewhat less jovial. She asks Joan “Did you hear they are going to leave me to die on the cross?”
Joan leans down and takes one of Claire’s nipples in her mouth. In a sultry tone she said “They always leave they there till they are dead.”
“You should be happy. You wanted to be crucified” Joan adds.
“I did want to be crucified but I didn’t want to die on a cross” Claire says in a whine.
“What did you think happened to all the women we saw on the cross? Did you think they took them down after we went back to town and got drinks at the saloon” Joan asks. “No, they left them crucified until they died!”
“I hadn’t considered that” Claire said.
“Well, you should have! I did some incredible things with Archbishop Wragg to get him to let Tree crucify you” Joan says in almost a pout. “Now raise your hands!”
Claire lifted her still cuffed hands and Joan lustfully licked Claire’s breast. Joan purred “And don’t you think you’ll look better than any woman we have ever seen on a cross?”
Claire whispered “I might, but I am still getting over dying on one.”
The next day, Claire is brought before Tree. He was not in a good mood. In a harsh tone he said “Claire, you have been found guilty of killing your grandfather. You have been sentence to be put to death and will be crucified a week from tomorrow. Part of delay is the archbishop made me promise to use a premium French cross.”
“I just wanted to be crucified. I don’t want to be put to death” Claire exclaims.
“We don’t treat murderers with mercy” Tree says sternly before he adds “though I have to admit, if someone wants to kill me, getting fucked to death is the way I’d like to go.”
Tree’s cousin Joan looks up at Claire from her perch at Tree’s feet. She thinks how wonderful Claire will look hanging naked on her cross.
Claire is sent back to her cell where she drops to her knees. Any hope of salvation has disappeared from her soul.
She looks down at her bare body and laments “You are so screwed, Claire…”
And Claire’s statement was true in more ways than one. With Tree’s tight hand on the budget, the guards are not restricted from using Claire as often and whenever they desire as added compensation. Two days before Claire’s date with the cross one of the guards snuggles up behind her and rather cordially says “Are you ready for a round with me?”
Claire rolls her eyes and says “Would it matter if I said ‘no’?”
The guard says “I just thought it would help pass the time. If you don’t want…”
“It’s not that” Claire says. “Could you take off these chains and make love to me like the woman I am?”
Totally against the rules, the guard removes the irons Claire wears and gives her some of the best sex she can remember. In between her multiple orgasms she says “I’d have never killed grandpaw if I had known you.”
Perhaps it was a slip of his tongue when he replies “I’ll miss you when you’re gone.”
He doesn’t bother putting the irons back on Claire when he takes her back to the cell. Locked in the small room alone, Claire can’t believe she has thrown away her good life.
Joan leans down and takes one of Claire’s nipples in her mouth. In a sultry tone she said “They always leave they there till they are dead.”
“You should be happy. You wanted to be crucified” Joan adds.
“I did want to be crucified but I didn’t want to die on a cross” Claire says in a whine.
“What did you think happened to all the women we saw on the cross? Did you think they took them down after we went back to town and got drinks at the saloon” Joan asks. “No, they left them crucified until they died!”
“I hadn’t considered that” Claire said.
“Well, you should have! I did some incredible things with Archbishop Wragg to get him to let Tree crucify you” Joan says in almost a pout. “Now raise your hands!”
Claire lifted her still cuffed hands and Joan lustfully licked Claire’s breast. Joan purred “And don’t you think you’ll look better than any woman we have ever seen on a cross?”
Claire whispered “I might, but I am still getting over dying on one.”
The next day, Claire is brought before Tree. He was not in a good mood. In a harsh tone he said “Claire, you have been found guilty of killing your grandfather. You have been sentence to be put to death and will be crucified a week from tomorrow. Part of delay is the archbishop made me promise to use a premium French cross.”
“I just wanted to be crucified. I don’t want to be put to death” Claire exclaims.
“We don’t treat murderers with mercy” Tree says sternly before he adds “though I have to admit, if someone wants to kill me, getting fucked to death is the way I’d like to go.”
Tree’s cousin Joan looks up at Claire from her perch at Tree’s feet. She thinks how wonderful Claire will look hanging naked on her cross.
Claire is sent back to her cell where she drops to her knees. Any hope of salvation has disappeared from her soul.
She looks down at her bare body and laments “You are so screwed, Claire…”
And Claire’s statement was true in more ways than one. With Tree’s tight hand on the budget, the guards are not restricted from using Claire as often and whenever they desire as added compensation. Two days before Claire’s date with the cross one of the guards snuggles up behind her and rather cordially says “Are you ready for a round with me?”
Claire rolls her eyes and says “Would it matter if I said ‘no’?”
The guard says “I just thought it would help pass the time. If you don’t want…”
“It’s not that” Claire says. “Could you take off these chains and make love to me like the woman I am?”
Totally against the rules, the guard removes the irons Claire wears and gives her some of the best sex she can remember. In between her multiple orgasms she says “I’d have never killed grandpaw if I had known you.”
Perhaps it was a slip of his tongue when he replies “I’ll miss you when you’re gone.”
He doesn’t bother putting the irons back on Claire when he takes her back to the cell. Locked in the small room alone, Claire can’t believe she has thrown away her good life.
Kathy
Terra Nova Tramp
Something that Tree and I agree on , it is rare we agree on anything
Claire’ week before her crucifixion went by quickly. Not only was it the last week before her execution, the guards form her rather attractive. While a condemned prisoner has no rights in the Namor jail, the guards regularly came to her cell seeking that ‘extra compensation’ they could take from the condemned prisoners.
Fortunately, Claire was quite bored in her dingy cell and the encounters with the guards were better than the routine of waiting for her crucifixion.
Claire was used in ways that are better left undescribed.
The guards had a habit of sodomizing Claire. Fortunately, the one guard’s warning she would get used to having her ass fucked was true. She had become used to being taken that way. Once while he was reaming her ass he said “I told you you’d like this after a while.”
Claire said “It beats the alternative” referring to her looming crucifixion, and not having sex in a regular manner.
The day before her crucifixion, Joan came by to see Claire. Claire confessed she didn’t think she could carry the cross to the hill to be nailed to it and hung from it.
Joan says “You won’t have to carry it to the hill. They got you a special one but I have seen it.”
Joan was lying somewhat. She had seen the cross and she knew Claire would not have to carry the whole cross through the town and up the hill, but she did not share the details with Claire.
Claire says “The thought of being crucified naked scares me. Couldn’t I wear a loincloth or something?”
“A loincloth? You must be kidding” Joan exclaims.
“Do you have any idea of the number of tickets Tree has sold to people wanting to see your naked ass hang from the cross?”
Joan left Claire with the two of them not speaking. Claire watched Joan storm out of the jail. Claire grabbed the bars and wondered how many people paid to see her on the cross…
Fortunately, Claire was quite bored in her dingy cell and the encounters with the guards were better than the routine of waiting for her crucifixion.
Claire was used in ways that are better left undescribed.
The guards had a habit of sodomizing Claire. Fortunately, the one guard’s warning she would get used to having her ass fucked was true. She had become used to being taken that way. Once while he was reaming her ass he said “I told you you’d like this after a while.”
Claire said “It beats the alternative” referring to her looming crucifixion, and not having sex in a regular manner.
The day before her crucifixion, Joan came by to see Claire. Claire confessed she didn’t think she could carry the cross to the hill to be nailed to it and hung from it.
Joan says “You won’t have to carry it to the hill. They got you a special one but I have seen it.”
Joan was lying somewhat. She had seen the cross and she knew Claire would not have to carry the whole cross through the town and up the hill, but she did not share the details with Claire.
Claire says “The thought of being crucified naked scares me. Couldn’t I wear a loincloth or something?”
“A loincloth? You must be kidding” Joan exclaims.
“Do you have any idea of the number of tickets Tree has sold to people wanting to see your naked ass hang from the cross?”
Joan left Claire with the two of them not speaking. Claire watched Joan storm out of the jail. Claire grabbed the bars and wondered how many people paid to see her on the cross…
Claire did not sleep much the night before her crucifixion. There was of course her fear of dying while she hung nailed to the cross. There was going to be the horrible march to the hill where she would be crucified. She dreaded being naked before the villagers and then Joan had said Tree had sold untold number of tickets to was her get nailed to the cross and raised before the crowd so they could watch her suffer until death spared her from the pain. All this would happen while she was not a lady of Namor, but a condemned woman being given the punishment they deemed she deserves.
She turned on the cot. When day breaks she will be given ‘a part’ of her cross to carry through the crowd. How could that be, she wondered. How could she carry only part of a cross? And she would be naked as the day she was born. She could only imagine the people watching her struggle to carry the cross. All this will happen while she nude! She could not explain why she wet down there. Her hand went to stroke her wet folds. Claire wonders if they will take her once her arms were nailed to the cross.
‘What a last fuck that would be’ she thought.
Dawn’s early light had barely started to lighten the night’s sky when a pair of guards came to Claire’s cell. They were not interested in using the naked woman. They forced her to her feet and tied her hands behind her back. There was none of ‘closeness’ she had experienced with them over the past week. Once Claire’s hand were secure they handed her over to a small nun. She took a strong grip on Claire’s arm and said “It is time to serve your sentence.”
The nun’s grip was far stronger than her size would suggest. Claire asked “Are they going to crucify me now?
“Soon, but you have a visitor to see first” the nun explained. The nun took Claire from the empty rows of cells. Claire asked her if she was from the same group Sister Barbara was from. The nun replies “ I don’t know a Sister Barbara. My name is Sister Angel from the Order of the Gooey Death and Discount House of Worship. Maybe after you have been crucified you’ll get to meet some of my predecessors. They are all dead, just like you will be!”
She leads Claire into a dark room where Claire meets her visitor. To her amazement it is Joan Tree, spectacularly dress in a sheer dark outfit. Claire demands “What are you doing here? It is because of you they are going to put me to death on a cross!”
“No, dear Claire, you are the one that screwed your beloved grandfather to death and that is why you are the first Namorian woman being crucified in quite a while.”
Joan reached up and lifted Claire’s head.
“I bought a new outfit to watch your crucifixion” Joan adds. “Don’t I look wonderful?”
She turned on the cot. When day breaks she will be given ‘a part’ of her cross to carry through the crowd. How could that be, she wondered. How could she carry only part of a cross? And she would be naked as the day she was born. She could only imagine the people watching her struggle to carry the cross. All this will happen while she nude! She could not explain why she wet down there. Her hand went to stroke her wet folds. Claire wonders if they will take her once her arms were nailed to the cross.
‘What a last fuck that would be’ she thought.
Dawn’s early light had barely started to lighten the night’s sky when a pair of guards came to Claire’s cell. They were not interested in using the naked woman. They forced her to her feet and tied her hands behind her back. There was none of ‘closeness’ she had experienced with them over the past week. Once Claire’s hand were secure they handed her over to a small nun. She took a strong grip on Claire’s arm and said “It is time to serve your sentence.”
The nun’s grip was far stronger than her size would suggest. Claire asked “Are they going to crucify me now?
“Soon, but you have a visitor to see first” the nun explained. The nun took Claire from the empty rows of cells. Claire asked her if she was from the same group Sister Barbara was from. The nun replies “ I don’t know a Sister Barbara. My name is Sister Angel from the Order of the Gooey Death and Discount House of Worship. Maybe after you have been crucified you’ll get to meet some of my predecessors. They are all dead, just like you will be!”
She leads Claire into a dark room where Claire meets her visitor. To her amazement it is Joan Tree, spectacularly dress in a sheer dark outfit. Claire demands “What are you doing here? It is because of you they are going to put me to death on a cross!”
“No, dear Claire, you are the one that screwed your beloved grandfather to death and that is why you are the first Namorian woman being crucified in quite a while.”
Joan reached up and lifted Claire’s head.
“I bought a new outfit to watch your crucifixion” Joan adds. “Don’t I look wonderful?”
Joan is led to the courtyard as the morning sky brightens. She takes her first breath of fresh air after being in the Namor jail for over a week. Though her hands are still bound behind her back, she says to the guard escorting her “It is good to breathe fresh air.”
“Enjoy it while you can” the guard replies. “I don’t think you’ll appreciate it once you are on the cross.”
She is led past Tree and his assistant Bull. Tree turns and says to Bull “What a terrible waste crucifying that thing. I’d take her to bed but I hear that’s how she killed the last guy.”
A dark skinned man steps behind Claire and starts untying her wrists. He says “You can’t carry the cross with your hands back here.”
The rope digs into her wrists as he struggles with the knot. Claire says “Joan said… I mean someone told me I wouldn’t have to carry the cross”
As he finally loosens the knot he says “Not the whole thing- but you are still a convict. We’d get jeered if you didn’t carry some of it.”
With her arms free, Claire looks around and asks “What now?”
One of the men say “We give you part of cross.”
A pair of men let out a loud grunt as the hoist the beam. Wide-eyed Claire says “I can’t carry that!”
“You will or you’ll learn what the whip feels like” one guard growls.
The beam is lowered onto her shoulders.
Claire cries “I can’t carry this!”
The solution is quite simple. The men tie her arms to the beam.
One of the men grabs her nipple and gives it a hard twist. Claire, with her arms bound to the beam, is unable to defend herself.
The man sneers “You’ll carry it or wear it when you fall. Now let’s move!”
With considerable effort Claire makes it to the yard’s gate. It is held open for her and she carries the beam through the gate. She steps into the avenue and sees a crowd of people staring and jeering at her.
Suddenly the idea of being crucified changes from a fantasy to a brutal reality…
“Enjoy it while you can” the guard replies. “I don’t think you’ll appreciate it once you are on the cross.”
She is led past Tree and his assistant Bull. Tree turns and says to Bull “What a terrible waste crucifying that thing. I’d take her to bed but I hear that’s how she killed the last guy.”
A dark skinned man steps behind Claire and starts untying her wrists. He says “You can’t carry the cross with your hands back here.”
The rope digs into her wrists as he struggles with the knot. Claire says “Joan said… I mean someone told me I wouldn’t have to carry the cross”
As he finally loosens the knot he says “Not the whole thing- but you are still a convict. We’d get jeered if you didn’t carry some of it.”
With her arms free, Claire looks around and asks “What now?”
One of the men say “We give you part of cross.”
A pair of men let out a loud grunt as the hoist the beam. Wide-eyed Claire says “I can’t carry that!”
“You will or you’ll learn what the whip feels like” one guard growls.
The beam is lowered onto her shoulders.
Claire cries “I can’t carry this!”
The solution is quite simple. The men tie her arms to the beam.
One of the men grabs her nipple and gives it a hard twist. Claire, with her arms bound to the beam, is unable to defend herself.
The man sneers “You’ll carry it or wear it when you fall. Now let’s move!”
With considerable effort Claire makes it to the yard’s gate. It is held open for her and she carries the beam through the gate. She steps into the avenue and sees a crowd of people staring and jeering at her.
Suddenly the idea of being crucified changes from a fantasy to a brutal reality…
You posted while Tree was putting up a new chapter!!! Read on!
Claire steps out of the jail’s court yard to find a crowd waiting to see her crucified. She is surprised by the crowd bur she shouldn’t have been. How many times had she and Joan come down to watch a condemned woman start her final march to the hill to their crucifixion? The guards kept the crowds away for Claire.
The guards could not silence the people’s disgraceful remarks or the lewd jeers shouted at Claire. As Claire struggled toward the city’s gates the crowd got closer and made sure she knew she was no longer considered one of the city’s ladies but was merely the scum that deserved her crucifixion.
Besides the heavy beam her arms are tied to, the worst part of Claire’s last walk is the cruel remarks coming form the women she had considered friends. They were worse than the remarks from the commoners interspersed with them calling her by name, just so she sure she knew they knew her.
Claire cried out “I thought you were my friends!”
They replied with laughter, curses, and a shower of spit.
When the guards thought Claire’s pace was too slow, they threatened to whip her. The familiar voice of Joan calls out “Treat her like a slave and beat her anyway. She’s just a murderess bitch!’
The guards knew not to anger Tree’s cousin and gave Claire a few tastes of the whip.
The reason behind having the person condemned to the cross carry it (or part of it, in this case) is said to be part of the punishment. It could be argued that the person would be just as dead with their head cut off in the jail’s cellar but making them carry the cross through town displays the convict to everyone interested in mocking them on their way to their terrible- and in Claire’s case, justified execution. In Namor, it is not bad for Tree’s sale on adult beverages, either.
When Claire gets to the village’s gates, one of the guards hangs the three spikes that will be used to fasten her to the cross. The spikes are more than sufficient to hold her to the face of the cross as she is hanged from it. The ladies of Namor take time to admire the spikes dangling between Claire’s breasts. One says with great satisfaction “Those should hold the bitch to the cross while she hangs from it!”
Claire is neither amused by the heavy spikes hanging from her neck nor the comments the women make about them, but with her arms bound to the beam and the guards escorting her there is little she can do other than curse the women around her.
The next part of Claire’s march to her crucifixion is from the village gates to the site of her crucifixion. It is not a neatly groomed path and the crowd thins out with only the hardiest spectators and some well-placed guards dotting the path up the hill.
Claire should have been aware Tree provides (for a reasonable fee) a carriage ride for people to get to the crucifixion site. She had taken such a ride numerous times when she came to see someone crucified.
With the beam on her shoulders and the spikes swinging between her breasts, Claire does the arduous task of climbing the hill. The only assistance she gets is when her bare feet slip on the loose gravel that paves the path and she falls. With her arms bound, the guards have to help her up so she can get to her execution on time. It would be bad form to keep such a crowd waiting for Claire’s arrival.
As Claire nears the top of the hill she hears someone yell “She’s almost here!”
Thinking she is exhausted from carrying the heavy beam, Claire glares up the hill and thinks ‘Nail me to this fucker and get the show done!’
She forgets the hours she had spent watching others whither on the cross and that. even though she was raised a lady, she will experience the hours of agony she had enjoyed watching the nameless women suffer…
The guards could not silence the people’s disgraceful remarks or the lewd jeers shouted at Claire. As Claire struggled toward the city’s gates the crowd got closer and made sure she knew she was no longer considered one of the city’s ladies but was merely the scum that deserved her crucifixion.
Besides the heavy beam her arms are tied to, the worst part of Claire’s last walk is the cruel remarks coming form the women she had considered friends. They were worse than the remarks from the commoners interspersed with them calling her by name, just so she sure she knew they knew her.
Claire cried out “I thought you were my friends!”
They replied with laughter, curses, and a shower of spit.
When the guards thought Claire’s pace was too slow, they threatened to whip her. The familiar voice of Joan calls out “Treat her like a slave and beat her anyway. She’s just a murderess bitch!’
The guards knew not to anger Tree’s cousin and gave Claire a few tastes of the whip.
The reason behind having the person condemned to the cross carry it (or part of it, in this case) is said to be part of the punishment. It could be argued that the person would be just as dead with their head cut off in the jail’s cellar but making them carry the cross through town displays the convict to everyone interested in mocking them on their way to their terrible- and in Claire’s case, justified execution. In Namor, it is not bad for Tree’s sale on adult beverages, either.
When Claire gets to the village’s gates, one of the guards hangs the three spikes that will be used to fasten her to the cross. The spikes are more than sufficient to hold her to the face of the cross as she is hanged from it. The ladies of Namor take time to admire the spikes dangling between Claire’s breasts. One says with great satisfaction “Those should hold the bitch to the cross while she hangs from it!”
Claire is neither amused by the heavy spikes hanging from her neck nor the comments the women make about them, but with her arms bound to the beam and the guards escorting her there is little she can do other than curse the women around her.
The next part of Claire’s march to her crucifixion is from the village gates to the site of her crucifixion. It is not a neatly groomed path and the crowd thins out with only the hardiest spectators and some well-placed guards dotting the path up the hill.
Claire should have been aware Tree provides (for a reasonable fee) a carriage ride for people to get to the crucifixion site. She had taken such a ride numerous times when she came to see someone crucified.
With the beam on her shoulders and the spikes swinging between her breasts, Claire does the arduous task of climbing the hill. The only assistance she gets is when her bare feet slip on the loose gravel that paves the path and she falls. With her arms bound, the guards have to help her up so she can get to her execution on time. It would be bad form to keep such a crowd waiting for Claire’s arrival.
As Claire nears the top of the hill she hears someone yell “She’s almost here!”
Thinking she is exhausted from carrying the heavy beam, Claire glares up the hill and thinks ‘Nail me to this fucker and get the show done!’
She forgets the hours she had spent watching others whither on the cross and that. even though she was raised a lady, she will experience the hours of agony she had enjoyed watching the nameless women suffer…
Claire arrived at the top of the hill which had a large flat top on in. To her surprise, the crowd that had mostly disappeared as she climbed the path seemed to be all there. Claire had never seen the crowd from this angle. She had been in the crowd more than a few times staring at the woman about to be crucified, even jeering them about their fate. But this was a new experience for Claire as she stood naked with the beam on her shoulders and the crowd was yelling their jeers and taunts at her!
Tree steps up behind Claire and says “Good to see you made it to your execution. The crowd was waiting for your arrival.”
Claire glares back at him and says “So what happens now?”
“The crew will put your cross together” Tree says.
“And then you crucify me?”
Tree takes a drink.
He says “Soon. A few things have to happen first. After all, you are a convicted murderer. You need to get what you gave.”
The crew removes the beam from Claire’s shoulders.
One of them says “The crowd wants to see how you killed the old man.”
Claire tried to cover her bare body and looks at the crowd. ‘They can’t be serious’ she thinks.
Behind her the sounds of hammering stops. A huge man grabs her arms and leads her to the now assembled cross. Confidently he says “I think it will do the trick.”
Claire makes a gallant effort not to shit in front of the crowd. Still in the man’s grip she weakly says- perhaps begs- “You’re not going to nail me to that!”
“Not yet” the man replies. He forces Claire down on her hands and knees and she feels his hard cock split the folds of her wet sex. Claire screams as he grabs her waist and buries his shaft inside her.
Before the crowd he fucks her harder than she had ever been done before. Claire collapses down onto the cross, not believing she is being taken in front of the spectators.
The man fills her with a load of his cum. While Claire is still catching her breath, three more men fill her pussy, ass, and mouth with their hard sweaty members.
She does her best to satisfy them. What comes next can wait…
Tree steps up behind Claire and says “Good to see you made it to your execution. The crowd was waiting for your arrival.”
Claire glares back at him and says “So what happens now?”
“The crew will put your cross together” Tree says.
“And then you crucify me?”
Tree takes a drink.
He says “Soon. A few things have to happen first. After all, you are a convicted murderer. You need to get what you gave.”
The crew removes the beam from Claire’s shoulders.
One of them says “The crowd wants to see how you killed the old man.”
Claire tried to cover her bare body and looks at the crowd. ‘They can’t be serious’ she thinks.
Behind her the sounds of hammering stops. A huge man grabs her arms and leads her to the now assembled cross. Confidently he says “I think it will do the trick.”
Claire makes a gallant effort not to shit in front of the crowd. Still in the man’s grip she weakly says- perhaps begs- “You’re not going to nail me to that!”
“Not yet” the man replies. He forces Claire down on her hands and knees and she feels his hard cock split the folds of her wet sex. Claire screams as he grabs her waist and buries his shaft inside her.
Before the crowd he fucks her harder than she had ever been done before. Claire collapses down onto the cross, not believing she is being taken in front of the spectators.
The man fills her with a load of his cum. While Claire is still catching her breath, three more men fill her pussy, ass, and mouth with their hard sweaty members.
She does her best to satisfy them. What comes next can wait…
After the guards had their way with Claire, she defiantly stands with her shoulders back and her breasts thrust forward. She addresses the head guard, saying “Your men have established I am a woman. Can we stop this fiasco now?”
The guard replies “Dear Claire, you have been sentenced to death on the cross. We have only just begun!”
He turns to his men and yells “Take this woman and nail her to the cross!”
Claire’s arms are grabbed and they drag her towards the cross. She glares at the head guard with contempt.
‘They could not do this to a lady of Namor’ Claire thinks. She puts up a fight but she is no match for the men dragging her to her cross.
Claire is thrown on the cross. Its hard wood scraps against her back. She looks up at one of the men holding one of the spikes she carried up the hill.
Claire’s fantasy of being crucified is not what she expected. She begins to fight the guards but their grip is stronger than her resistance.
They stretch Claire’s arms over the beam she carried to the site. Her breasts, so delectable to many men and women in her past, are heaving ornaments on her chest.
The morning is not hot, but Claire’s body shines with sweat. The crew had shed most of their clothes, too, to better handle the squirming woman. One kneels over her and says “I hear you dreamed of this. I assure you that you’ll find my cock in your cunt was more enjoyable.”
As he positions himself next to Claire’s arm, she screams “Don’t do this to me!”
“The court had ordered this. Get ready to feel the spike pierce you arm” he says with cold cruelty.
Claire closes her eyes and turns her face away. The man mockingly says “Enjoy!”
Claire does not see the mallet swing down…
The guard replies “Dear Claire, you have been sentenced to death on the cross. We have only just begun!”
He turns to his men and yells “Take this woman and nail her to the cross!”
Claire’s arms are grabbed and they drag her towards the cross. She glares at the head guard with contempt.
‘They could not do this to a lady of Namor’ Claire thinks. She puts up a fight but she is no match for the men dragging her to her cross.
Claire is thrown on the cross. Its hard wood scraps against her back. She looks up at one of the men holding one of the spikes she carried up the hill.
Claire’s fantasy of being crucified is not what she expected. She begins to fight the guards but their grip is stronger than her resistance.
They stretch Claire’s arms over the beam she carried to the site. Her breasts, so delectable to many men and women in her past, are heaving ornaments on her chest.
The morning is not hot, but Claire’s body shines with sweat. The crew had shed most of their clothes, too, to better handle the squirming woman. One kneels over her and says “I hear you dreamed of this. I assure you that you’ll find my cock in your cunt was more enjoyable.”
As he positions himself next to Claire’s arm, she screams “Don’t do this to me!”
“The court had ordered this. Get ready to feel the spike pierce you arm” he says with cold cruelty.
Claire closes her eyes and turns her face away. The man mockingly says “Enjoy!”
Claire does not see the mallet swing down…