The Black Cross – Prologue [BDSM]

As I sat in my cell, awaiting trial, I cast my mind back to the stories my grandmother would tell me. Of the time before they came to power in this part of the world and thought and sight was free.

It was at least two generations before I was born, that the black cross church came to power. First it was just local elections in the more conservative areas that they saw joy. Then at state level, then, when the rest of the nation could tolerate the extremity no longer this land was cut free.

They will tell you they won a war, but my grandmother told me it was just indifference, lack of patience and the north no longer wanting to economically support the hatred of us here in the south. And so, without a shot being fired, the 4 states were free, and under the iron thumb of the church of the black cross.

Now, I am its latest victim. Arrested in the dead of night and dragged from my bed. A neighbour had seen me bathe at the river naked. It was so hot, and the sun felt so good. Who ever had seen me had told the secret police, and now here I am, awaiting trial for indecency and lewd behaviour.

I was dragged in front of the judge, the high priest and the other town elders. I remember, with great clarity, the pain of the shackles on wrists and ankles, and even now I still feel a dull ache, even though it is now many years after the events I am retelling.

The trial, if it can even be called that was over in moments. They conferred and declared my sentence. An afternoon of humiliation in the square. How Christian of them, but as they are the hypocrites they declare to hate from the north, I was not surprised.

I had seen the public displays before, where the dozen or so ardent supporters of the church would release their depravity in the name of religion but what was to come, I could never prepare myself for.

Led away, crying silent tears, I was placed in the pillory in the town square, under the hot midday sun. My night clothes were cut from me, my ankles shackled and locked to the floor. My arms placed in the locks beside my head, my hips forced into an uncomfortable angle of almost 90 degrees.

The punishment would soon be administered, firstly by the court and its officers and clerks. Then by the 12 chosen for jury duty. I knew not when, the first blow would fall

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/c0644w/the_black_cross_prologue_bdsm

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  1. Thanks to [u/cassjdpp](https://www.reddit.com/u/cassjdpp) for helping to write this collaboration.

    Just some back ground info: the setting is several generations in the future. Although alluding to the USA, it is actually a very different place than the one we know.

    Cuba was acquired, and never released, and sometime in the mid 21st century, an artificial land bridge was created in the gulf of Mexico, partly as a result of a devastating oil extraction accident and partly as a means of attempting to stimulate economic activity. It’s this land bridge that the 4 new states are located on, and, as a result of ultra-conservative religious migration from the world over to this new area, partly to stem any communist influx from Cuba, and partly for religious freedom for this new form of christianity.

    Things go wrong, quickly, however. The soil is terrible and industry does not follow this migration. The land bridge, and Cuba, are cut free as two independent nations due to the economic duress they are causing. A theocracy is born and extremity prevails.

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