Wrath of the Namors

[thehangingtree]

Around the end of the Roman empire, one of the men competing to be head of what was left of it fathered a son with a woman other than his wife. Such a scandal would have ended his chances to become the empire’s ruler so he sent his bastard son to live with his brother. A couple things followed these events.

First, his wife found out about the offspring and one night she ended her husband’s ambitions to become the empire’s ruler with a well-placed knife in the man’s chest, neatly carving up his heart. Needless to say, she was found guilty of murdering the man and since he was a member of the senate, she was condemned to death. She was brought to the senate’s courtyard bound and naked where she would be beheaded.



Many of the senators who witnessed the removal of her head stated she died dignity, laying her neck on the block and gracefully waited for the blade to fall.



As the senator’s wife was losing her head for murdering her husband, the bastard son that was the cause of all this was being raised by his uncle. Perhaps a better term would be growing older at his uncle’s house. You see, the boy’s uncle lacked some of the civil charms that most Roman men had acquired. And his uncle had been purged from the Roman empire- well, not completely. You see, there is a long legal process to rid someone from the empire, so the uncle was just expelled from empire along with other less fit people and he formed a village known as ‘Namor’ which is ‘Roman’ spelt backward.



As the saying goes, the apple does not fall far from the tree, and the lad picked up most of the crude behaviors of his uncle. He quickly took to excessive drinking of adult beverages and he gained a strong favor for smoking weeds that would centuries later be replaced by tobacco products. And one other trait the young man picked up- he was a fearless warrior. It would not be a surprise that he would wake up one morning and decide his needs or wants weren’t to his comfort level. He would assemble a rogue army- mainly of bandits- and raid a near-by town or territory. His armies were ruthless, not shy about slaughtering his enemy’s males, whether they were armed or not and taking the women prisoners to be sold as slaves or kept for his personal pleasure.



Indeed, he became quite feared and infamous, quietly know as ‘Alero Suspeso’ or ‘The Hanging Tree’.

More on this a future chapter…

 

[Barbaria1]

Indeed, he became quite feared and infamous, quietly know as ‘Alero Suspeso’ or ‘The Hanging Tree’.

Now, after 2000 years, Tree writes a story that gives us insight into how, so many centuries later, Arkansas came to be what it is today.

 

[Nancycross]

First, his wife found out about the offspring and one night she ended her husband’s ambitions to become the empire’s ruler with a well-placed knife in the man’s chest, neatly carving up his heart. Needless to say, she was found guilty of murdering the man and since he was a member of the senate, she was condemned to death. She was brought to the senate’s courtyard bound and naked where she would be beheaded.

She did what was necessary but paid the price , brave woman

 

[Loxuru]

e formed a village known as ‘Namor’ which is ‘Roman’ spelt backward.

Now, after 2000 years, Tree writes a story that gives us insight into how, so many centuries later, Arkansas came to be what it is today.

Recalling history lessons, didn't Namor later become the capital of the Kingdom of Sasnakra?

 

[Luises]

I didn't know cowboy hats were in fashion back then! I'm looking for this story to continue. The tree shouldn't make us wait too much...

 

[Luises]

She did what was necessary but paid the price , brave woman

Doesn't killing a senator make you a traitor to Rome? I guess she was entitled to a more gruesome death.

 

[Loxuru]

I didn't know cowboy hats were in fashion back then! I'm looking for this story to continue. The tree shouldn't make us wait too much...

Tree's iconic headgear is of all times!

 

[thehangingtree]

Doesn't killing a senator make you a traitor to Rome? I guess she was entitled to a more gruesome death.

Well yes, but she was a senator's wife so her execution must be done with some dignity!!!

 

[Nancycross]

Doesn't killing a senator make you a traitor to Rome? I guess she was entitled to a more gruesome death.

Yes it would and she would suffer on the cross for doing so

 

[thehangingtree]

Albero Suspeso (may he just be called ‘Tree’ while in third person?) had grown a thriving business of his less than benign raiding of neighboring villages and territories. He sold captured women at what he considered a fair price and they came with Tree’s exclusive warranty that is the woman did not work out, simply return her for a complete refund or a new slave.

Of course Tree had little patience for a woman that cost him profit and he a simple way of taking care of the returned women. Since they had already hurt his bottom line, there was no reason to feed or care for such livestock. Much to the women’s dismay, Tree would bring them to Namor’s gallows and hang the woman naked before the citizens. The women were not at all pleased with being brough naked to the gallows to be hanged.



But their pleasure was of no concern to Tree. They all put on a decent show as they strangled being hanged by their necks…



…and the people spent plenty at the saloon after the women were hanged- and Tree owned the saloon!

But Tree’s cousin Giovanna thought hanging women to death was far too quick and merciful. After all, it was a fairly short time from when they were hanged until they died. His cousin thought Tree should adopt the Roman way of disposing such useless life.

You see, the Romans would execute such scoundrels by crucifying them. It was a lot of effort but the Romans had a supply of cheap labor from lands they had conquered and nothing deterred crime better than seeing a band of men spending days dying hanging from their crosses.



And let us put to rest the adage that the Romans would break the men’s legs to expedite their execution. The long the men suffered before they died made their execution that much more brutal. Besides, there was always a crowd of women that would flock around the crucified men. They would (loudly) make fun of the men’s limp penises dangling between their legs. Such a symbol of their manhood dangling out of reach of their nailed arms made a powerful statement that all had been taken from them before they even had a chance to die.



But Tree gave into his cousin’s nagging and agreed to crucify the next returned slave woman. It turns out she had been the wife of a territory’s leader and thought it was far beneath her to be sold as a slave.

Tree would have none of her protests and had his men nail her to a cross. Tree was surprised how well it went since his men had never crucified anyone! She survived being nailed to the cross and even put up quite a fuss as her cross was raised.



She was quite animated her first day on the cross, putting on quite a show within the confines of her nailed limbs.



The next day, Tree’s cousin Giovanna went up to see the crucified woman. A day hanging from the cross had taken much of the energy from the woman. Giovanna looked up at the naked woman hanging from her cross. Giovanna opened her dress and fondled her breasts. She gently cooed “You don’t have as much spunk as you did yesterday. What’s the matter? Has the cross worn you out?”



“You know I am why you are up there. My cousin usually hangs returned slave women but I talked him into crucifying you. I didn’t think you’d last the first day but you made it through the night. I don’t think you will make it till tomorrow morning though. As you die, think of me. My name is Giovanna. Just try to remember ‘Joan’. That’s the short version…”

That evening, Giovanna settled into a warm bath with a glass of wine in hand.



She had gotten word the woman died during the afternoon. Giovanna- Joan- thought that was a much more graceful way to put a woman to death. She plotted on how to get Tree to do it again…

 

[Barbaria1]

Of course Tree had little patience for a woman that cost him profit and he a simple way of taking care of the returned women. Since they had already hurt his bottom line, there was no reason to feed or care for such livestock

Tree, it seems, was a born capitalist. Profit trumps all!

 

[thehangingtree]

Giovanna (we will call her ‘Joan’ when in third person) had little trouble convincing Tree to crucify slave-women returned to him. It was indeed more costly to crucify an woman than it was to just hang her to death as the crew had to be larger, but Tree enjoyed the sight of a naked woman spread nailed and hanging from a cross and she had plenty of time to contemplate the follies of not being a perfect slave while she hanged dying on the cross.

One thing Tree noticed it was the noble or elite women returned most often. Being a slave to anyone was below what they considered they should be asked to do. It is curious as to what they thought when they were brought naked before the Namor court and condemned to death by crucifixion.



Most had only vague notions of what being crucified was like. The only women to serve such a fate were slaves and thieves. But even noble women learned the horrors of the cross before they were raised. The nailing of their arms brought pain they had never experienced before.



That was only a sampling of the pain they would feel when the spike was driven through their feet. While still overwhelmed by the pain of being nailed to the cross, the men would pick up the cross and begin to raise it with her nailed to it.



As the cross became more vertical she would slide down the face of the stipe. At first it was more discomfort as her bare back slid over the roughly hewn wood.



But when the cross dropped into its mounting hole her body would free-fall until her arms were jerked straight by the spikes in her wrists. The excruciating pain caused her to lift her body with her feet until the pain of the spike driven through them became more than she could bear.



Tree had quickly learned to crucify the women in the morning. Because being crucified did not kill them as quickly as hanging them, they would be displayed on their cross for the day.



Of course, the crowds would get hot and thirsty by the middle of the day and be in need of refreshment. This did not hurt business at the saloon Tree owned. The woman on the cross was also hot and parched but this did not concern Tree as she was being slowly put to death.



Many women would stay alive till nightfall. Most met their end in the darkness of the night and would be dead reminders of what it costs to run afoul of Tree.



Tree became very fond of crucifying returned slave-women. They made a better show than if they were hanged by their necks and his tavern business thrived.

One day his cousin Joan approached Tree and said “I think it would be a better show if you crucified more than one woman at a time.”

Tree thought the idea was appealing but noted that he could only crucify women when they were returned and that did not happen too often. Joan replied “You could go capture some women and crucify them just for show.”

Tree was tempted and his cousin did have a way of convincing him to do what she wanted him to do. They were much more like brother and sister than a pair of cousins. Joan also knew that and had not missed the lecherous way he would look at her when he thought she couldn’t see him.

Softly she said “If you crucify a group of women, I will let you have my body.”



Something says there is trouble brewing in the province of Namor…

 

[Loxuru]

Tree, it seems, was a born capitalist. Profit trumps all!

Read the story carefully! It teaches how a bit more investment (crucifixion instead of hanging) may yield a much bigger return of profit, when handled well! It becomes clear to me how Joan Tree is a genius in designing highly profitable business plans, with nothing more than a few beams of wood and a bag of iron nails! We can all learn from this!

 

[Luises]

It seems like Tree is easy to persuade by using the right arguments... But I'm not saying I'm going to disagree with the result. Tree can count on with my approval.

 

[Loxuru]

You could go capture some women and crucify them just for show.”

It seems like Tree is easy to persuade by using the right arguments... But I'm not saying I'm going to disagree with the result. Tree can count on with my approval.

Run and hide, blue state girls!

 

[thehangingtree]

Tree set up a team of his ‘hired hands’ to handle the crucifixions of the women he condemned to such a fate. It was not that Tree was off-loading the dirty work- Tree was a skilled carpenter and the variation of nailing a live woman to a cross was well within his skill sets. No, it was his cousin Joan’s insistence that he acted more like a leader than a skilled laborer that persuaded him to lay down the mallet and enjoy the show of crucifying the women.

Of course the women were usually less than cooperative with their own executions. Beginning condemned to death is not pleasant news and to be crucified was somewhat less than the most efficient way to do it. Often the women had to be persuaded into submitting to the cross.



Being nailed to a cross against your consent is not something most women were willing to do. But Tree paid his men well and they put up with the animalistic screams the women made as they were nailed to the cross.



Once the women were secured to their crosses they would be raised before the gathered crowd who came in droves to see a naked woman hang from a cross- no one seemed to mind the women were performing the last act of their lives.



One of the things that bothered Tree about putting the women to death by crucifixion was the ordeal he had to go through to see them nailed to the cross and raised to be put to death. Don’t think Tree had any concern of the tortures and agony the women suffered as they slowly surrendered their lives as they hanged above the crowds. They had cost him good money and any pain they suffered was an added enhancement to their executions. No, Tree was pissed that his cousin Joan made him dress up and look like the person in charge that ordered the horrific executions.



His cousin Joan would look over him so he would not do any vile things to the crucified women. The only good thing about having to dress up was his trousers and robe hid the erection he usually got while looking at the crucified. By midday, Tree would go have a drink lunch. He found the best time to watch a crucified woman was while she was nailed to the cross and the first few hours she was raised. She had the most energy then and the ones most pissed about being on the cross put up their best fights then.

One of the things Tree had learned is women have an awful habit of relieving themselves when they are hanging from their cross. Since Tree had spent no small amount of time and money to dig a well in town and construct a windmill to pump the water up, it was decided to crucify the women outside the town’s walls.

This meant when Tree wanted to get a drink lunch, he had to leave the crucifixion site. This did not mean the woman was left alone to suffer the tortures of the cross. Tree found there were many people that wanted to see the naked women crucified. Oddly, the women of Namor seemed more interested in the condemned women’s long term suffering than the men were.



The town women loved to taunt the condemned women, mocking their nakedness as they hung displayed above them. Most of the condemned women would eventually beg for mercy and be released or be put out of their misery. Such pleas only drew laughter and lewd remarks. A few of the women would become enraged by the jeers and gather strength to curse the women below them, some even saying they had more grace nailed naked to the cross than the women below them.



The woman’s curses would only draw crude remarks. There was nothing she could do. Nailed on the cross she was more helpless than the commoners mocking her.

Another irony, Tree gave the high cleric permission to give the crucified women their last blessings.


From most of the women’s reactions, they were not pleased he would pray they would suffer a slow painful death that would purge their souls of the sins of their wayward lives.

Another change was made. Because the women were far less than cooperative when they were crucified, the crucifixion teams wanted better compensation. Tree met their demands by allowing them to take the condemned women once their arms were nailed to the cross.



This seemed to satisfy the men and it cost Tree nothing.

But there were strange things brewing that would involve his ‘sister’, Joan…

 

[Luises]

But there were strange things brewing that would involve his ‘sister’, Joan…

If it is not beer, I can't wait to know about it!

 

[thehangingtree]

Giovanna- sorry, Joan- had a very active sex life, hardly limited to the men of Namor. She was particularly fond of Claire, the wealthy granddaughter of one of Namor’s senators. Claire was equally attracted to Joan and the two of them shared many intimate times together.



Their closeness knew little bounds. One could say the were a couple if it weren’t for Joan’s equal desire for a man’s hard cock skillfully pillaging her vagina.



Claire conveniently ignored Joan’s flirtations with men because their time together more than equaled Joan’s indiscretions.



Not all their time was spent in the bedroom. Both Joan and Claire would not miss one of women’s crucifixions Tree had arranged, especially not ones with formerly noble women who could not accept being sold as slaves. The better looking the condemned woman was, the more Joan and Claire insisted on being there.

They would admire the nude body of the condemned woman as she writhed in agony on her cross. They both found it a work of art how the woman would twist between the spikes driven through her wrists and feet. They would giggle naughtily as the woman peed before them. The torture of the woman only made the process of her death more beautiful to Joan and Claire.



They would leave the crucified woman as night fell to make passionate love together with the hopes that the woman would still be alive and suffering in the morning.

That evening while Joan and Claire were making love, Claire whispers in Joan’s ear “Wouldn’t you love to see me nailed naked on a cross with a crowd of Namoriars lecherous lusting for my body?”



Joan replies with unbridled enthusiasm “I would pay to see you crucified, watching you squirm between the spikes holding you to the cross while the whole village looks up at you wishing they could have your body!”



“And you gloating that they could wish all they want but it is only you that has had me…” Claire adds.

“It will never happen though” Joan says. “Tree made a vow to the high cleric he would not crucify Namor women. Besides, if he did, it is a death sentence. Have you seen anyone survive their time on the cross?”

Claire sighs and says “I suppose you are right. Tree would never condemn me to the cross.”



“I’d still come and watch you if he did” Joan assures her with a kiss.

Little does she know Claire’s mind is already concocting a scheme that would soon have Tree condemn her to death on the cross…

 

[thehangingtree]

Claire had the terrible urge- perhaps need- to be nailed to a cross and hang naked before the people of Namor, commoners and regals alike. There was the difficulty of Tree’s vow not to crucify a woman of Namor, but surely he would make an exception for woman who murdered his best supporter. Though Claire was very involved with Joan, she was no stranger to the satisfaction that could be had with a good fuck. This is what drove Claire to her devious plan.

She went to her grandfather’s house and made him an offer he could not refuse.



At first, her grandfather acted shocked by his granddaughter’s offer, so Claire removed her robe and cooed “I hear you were a hell of a good lay when you where young. Do you think you could handle this?”



Grandfather still looked surprised by Claire’s offer but even with his advanced age he could not hide his erection poking out of the front of his robe. Claire took his hard member into her soft hands and purred “You are better endowed than men half your age.”



Claire’s grandfather protested “It is not right for a man to have sex with one of his offsprings, even a granddaughter.”

His argument carried little weight as his hand reached up to fondle her breast. Claire acted upset and pulled away. She sat on his bed and huffed “So I am not good enough for you?”

She made the inquiry while she innocently (???) thrust her breasts towards him.



There is an old proverb that says ‘every man has his limits’ and Claire’s grandfather was no exception. He took Claire like she had never been fucked before. He not only was well-endowed, he knew how to please a woman. They had sex several times and he showed no sign of wearing out.



After the third session he dug out iron restraints and locked her wrists behind her back and took her yet again.



Claire began to worry that screwing grandpaw to death may have been overly ambitious on her part. But when they went for a fifth time, grandpaw buried his cock deep into her ass.



Grandpaw came again but his effort was more than her could take. His erection faded as his heart gave up on him.

Later the groundskeeper came to check on grandpaw. Claire was sitting on the floor outside the bedroom. She looked up at the groundskeeper and told him “Grandpaw is in his room. I think I fucked him to death.”



The groundskeeper checked on grandpaw who was indeed dead. He did the only thing he could do and call the Namor constable. The two men consulted with each other and determined Claire’s grandfather was deceased and Claire did not change her story that she had screwed him to death.

The constable locked a collar around Claire’s neck and took her to the station. Claire was surprised he did not let her dress as he led her naked through the streets. Claire tried to protest saying she was a noble woman of the town. The constable huffed and said “You may have been, but my bet is your will be the first Namorian woman crucified in a long time!”

Claire shocking said “They can’t do that to me!”

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She did her best to hide she came again when he threatened to have her crucified…

 

[Luises]

Little did they know that the best punishment for Claire was *not* to crucify her...