The sacrifice - a story in 8 chapters

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The Sacrifice, Part 1:



The sun seemed to darken over ancient Egypt. It was no longer well disposed to the people of the Egyptians. There was a great famine and behold, the people suffered bitter misery. And they went to Pharaoh and said to him, "High Divine, Lord of the Nile, save us out of need. Our children are dying and we are starving. Go and bring the great sacrifice, on which we reap corn from our fields and catch fish in the Nile. We ask you for that, great ruler."

And behold, the pharaoh went and asked the priests, and the priests asked the stars, and they told them to go and open the pyramid standing on the bank of the great river, and offer the great sacrifice. They should sacrifice the highest and noblest of Egypt. They were to offer princesses and princes to the great Dark One, the goddess whose name no one was allowed to speak out loud except the highest priests. They were to sacrifice the adult children of the Pharaoh to the goddess Arathne, to give them mercy, so that she would return fertility to the land of Egypt and the people no longer had to die.

And the Pharaoh agreed, and he demanded of the priests to offer the highest sacrifice, and so it happened.



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It was early in the morning in Egypt. The sun had risen an hour before and yet a huge crowd lined the street that led from the capital to the Nile. To the right and left of the road, the people stood to watch as the priests led the chosen ones to the pyramid on the river to sacrifice them to the cruel goddess Arathne.



Arsinoe tried to hold herself straight. It was hard. She was scared as never before in her life. She was scared to death. She knew that she would die that day. Or that day she would start to die. She did not know what to expect, only that she would die.



But she did not want to show weakness. She wanted to walk proudly among people and not cry and not complain, even if she was despondent and she had to go to great lengths not to shake with fear.



She held her head up, craning her chin. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back. Although these handcuffs were made of pure gold, they were handcuffs and tied her mercilessly. Her arms bent backwards allowed her bare breasts to protrude. Everyone could see it.



Arsinoe was naked. She was wearing nothing but her black hair and the golden handcuffs.

Next to her was her sister, Nefertari, who was two years younger. She also had her hands tied behind her back. Also Nefertari went to great lengths not to let her fear and despair show. But what Arsinoe recognized in the eyes of her little sister was shame. Nefertari was infinitely ashamed to be led naked between the people.



Nefertari was a bit chubby and it was terrible for her that her naked body was public displayed. The girl suffered torture by shame.

Good thing the sacrifice takes place inside the pyramid, Arsinoe thought. Nobody can stare at her there. There she is protected from covetous looks.



But not from death!

Arsinoe did not know what to expect inside the pyramid, but it had to be bad, for she had listened to stories of victims being gagged.

"The great goddess Arathne does not want her ears to be insulted with screaming," a priest had told her as he taught her in the history of Egypt. "That's why the chosen ones must be silenced."



Arsinoe had heartpalpitations.

Screaming! When did a human scream? If he was hurt - great pain. What did she expect in the pyramid?

Oh, why is this big famine going? she thought desperately. Why do my sisters, my brother and I have to die? Why this cruel sacrifice?





She felt the warm soft sand under her bare feet. She knew that she felt the sand of Egypt for the last time in her life. In the pyramid there were only hewn boulders and smooth stone floor.

And darkness!



The procession arrived at the pyramid. She was not tall, barely thirty meters high. It was enough for the sacrifice. Far away in the distance Arsinoe saw two more little pyramids standing. The great sacrifice had also been made earlier.

Arsinoe saw the priests grabbing their eldest sister Teje and leading her to a large table.

Teje, then! What would come Arsinoe knew, because it took place in front of the pyramid. She knew the story from narratations. Teje would be mummified alive!



A priest took from Teje the golden handcuffs, only to tie her wrists with strips of linen at once, behind her back. The priests lifted Teje and laid her back on the table. One of them tied the girl's feet tightly at the ankles with linen strips.



Arsinoe saw the horror in her oldest sister's eyes. It was the same horror that was in Nefertari's eyes. Only Prince Ahmose, her brother, stood still. His face showed no emotion. But Arsinoe was sure that Ahmose, too, felt fear. If death was certain, you just had to be afraid. She was very scared herself.



Heartfelt, she watched them mummify her sister. Priests brought linen strips that had been dipped in a special resin. They started at Teje's bare feet. Slowly they began to wrap Tejes feet and legs with the resinous linen strips. Layer by layer, they laid around the girl's feet and legs.

There was a smell of incense and resin.



After Teje's legs her abdomen came under work. The priests worked their way up the body of the princess. The higher the lines of linen were wrapped around her, the more terrified Teje looked into the world. She made no sound.



She did not scream. She did not cry. She did not plead for mercy. That was not worthy of an Egyptian princess. She would have dishonored herself.



But her eyes sparkled with horror as she felt the soft, resinous linen bands embrace her more and more. Now only Teje's head was free of the terrible bandages. Already the first lines of linen were laid around Teje's slender neck.



The horror in the girl's eyes increased. A soft whimper came over her lips. Teje could not suppress it. She was frightened. She knew what happened to her. The resin-impregnated linen bandages would completely wrap her. They would gradually dry and contract and wrap them tight enough to hurt. Teje would die a terrible death, in inside those bandages in the darkness of the pyramid.



The first bandage wrapped around Tejes chin. Again she uttered that low-pitched horror sound. She could not help it. A priest came up and put something in her mouth. Arsinoe looked at the thing. It was a small tube of thick leather with a teething ring at the end. It stuck out of Teje's mouth like a leather pipe.



Next bandages were placed around the princess's head and tightened. Her mouth was already bandaged, then her nose. Only the leather tube sticking out. Teje could breathe through this tube as soon as she was completely wrapped in the resinated strips of linen.



The horror in Tejes eyes was still increasing. Arsinoe looked into her sister's wide-open eyes. Teje gave her a pleading look.

Help me! her eyes yelled. Do not let them do that to me! I do not want to die, Arsinoe! By all gods, help me!



But Arsinoe could not do anything for her sister. She was tied up and defenseless. She was helpless at the hands of the priests. She would be as much handed over to death as her eldest sister.



Helplessly, she had to watch how they put two round pieces of leather on Tejes eyes and wrap the resinous bandages around her face, one layer next to the other, one layer above the next.



From the small leather tube, which protruded from the linen bandages, came again this soft whimper.

Arsinoe watched in horror as the last bandages were put around Teje's head until her sister was completely wrapped in linen strips.



Knots were made. Then Teje was helplessly trapped in the bandages. Arsinoe smelled the strange smoky scent of the resin in which the linen strips had been dipped.

She heard her sister breathe through the leather tube. Teje lived. So it required the great goddess. Arathne wanted living sacrifices, not dead ones.



Me, too, will be sacrificed alive, Arsinoe thought. I do not know how. I do not know what they are going to do to me, but I will be trapped alive in the pyramid.

She was frightened.

 

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A strong start!!!

 

[Deleted member 16639]

The Sacrifice, Part 2:
One of the priests raised his arms. "Bring the little sarcophagus!" he ordered.
Priests brought a coffin. It was barely larger than a normal coffin, but made of exquisite cedar wood and decorated with carvings all over. There were holes in the lid of the coffin.
Breathholes, Arsinoe thought in fear. So that Teje does not stifle. The great goddess wants living sacrifices and she wants them to live long. Arathne is cruel. She is the cruelest deity of Egypt!
Teje will suffer long before death redeems her.
Arsinoe felt her naked body covering with goose bumps.
"Place the offering to the great goddess in the little sarcophagus!" The high priest commanded. The lower priests picked up the bandaged Teje and put her body in the coffin.
The priest raised his arms.
"Great Goddess," he called. "Arathne, you great one! Look down on us. We offer you a sacrifice. Please accept it in your infinite mercy and give life back to the people of Egypt. Save us from the great trouble. We humbly ask you. We sacrifice the highest descendants of our land. We sacrifice three princesses and a prince of royal blood. Please accept our sacrifice!"
He turned to the lower priests: "Close the sarcophagus!"
The priests closed the coffin lid. Then one came with nails and a hammer. All around, he slammed nails into the lid to close the casket.
Arsinoe could vividly imagine her sister bound and wrapped in that coffin, listening in horror to the hammer blows that locked her into this terrible wooden sarcophagus forever.
"Carry the sarcophagus with the first victim into the pyramid!" ordered the chief priest.
Four porters raised the casket and carried it to the tall double-winged stone door of the pyramid.
The priests grabbed Arsinoe, her sister Nefertari, and her brother Ahmose right and left by the arms and pushed them forward, behind the small procession with Teje's coffin. They entered the pyramid.
The warm, soft sand beneath Arsinoe's bare soles gave way to cold, smooth stone. The princess sensed that she was entering a tomb. They walked down a long corridor leading to the interior of the pyramid. On the right and left of the wide corridor, torches burned on the wall at regular intervals.
They passed another double-winged gate inside the pyramid and finally a third one. Behind it was a large room, almost a small hall. A large massive sarcophagus of thick cedar planks stood in the middle of the room. The lid was open. On the walls, Arsinoe recognized gods and hieroglyphics. There was something lying on the floor on the wall. She did not see exactly what it was.
"Put the first victim in the big sarcophagus!" the senior priest demanded. As he prayed down a litany, the four porters raised Teje's coffin and lowered it into the large cedar sarcophagus.
"Close the sarcophagus!" shouted the chief priest.
Ten priests came up and lifted the lid onto the sarcophagus. It was made of thick wooden planks and very heavy.
The lid of the sarcophagus was arched like the shell of a turtle. Chains were set in at the four corners. At their ends hung open shackles of iron.
"Close the sarcophagus!" the high priest commanded. "Inclose the first sacrifice forever so that it belongs to the great Arathne!"
The lid was nailed with large iron nails. All around, the lower priests beated nails with a hammer until the sarcophagus was tightly closed. Arsinoe thought she heard a whimper over the droning hammer blows, her sister's whimpering.
"Now put the second victim on the sarcophagus!" the high priest demanded in a loud voice. "The prince is said to be the eternal guardian of his mummified sister. Chain him to the sarcophagus!"
With a pounding heart, Arsinoe watched as her brother Ahmose was took out of his handcuffs and laid naked on the sarcophagus lid. He lay on his back, arms and legs outstretched. Priests held his wrists and ankles in the metal shackles. They locked the shackles with small locks that locked tight and could never be opened due to a spring mechanism.
Arsinoe heard Nefertari whimper. She looked at her sister. Nefertari was scared to death. She was shaking all over.
Poor little sister, Arsinoe thought. Why did this terrible famine break out? Why do we have to die a miserable death down here? I do not think our death will do any good. Our sacrifice will be for nothing. It only pleases the cruel priests.
"Tighten!" the high priest commanded. Ahmose's handcuffs and ankle cuffs were pulled tight with spanner keys until the prince was put taut on the lid of the sarcophagus.
"Close the mouth of the sacrifice!" the senior priest ordered. "The great goddess does not want to hear howling and whining. No screams should offend her ears!"
Arsinoe heard Nefertari hold her breath. With growing horror, she watched as a priest put a gag in her brothers mouth and tied it behind his head. Now Ahmose was made mute. He could only moan quietly.
With all the gods of Egypt! thought Arsinoe, what will they do to him? Why is he gagged?
Her question should be answered soon.
The high priest went to the sarcophagus. He looked down at Prince Ahmose.
"Give me the spokes!" he commanded his assistant priests.
A lowly priest hurried over and held out a handful of long spokes to the head priest. It were straight wire pins of 2mm thickness, which had a length of twenty centimeters. The thin wire pins were pointed at the ends.
"Now the eternal guard is to be pierced!" shouted the chief priest. "He shall carry holy iron in his body. In pain he shall guard the mummified princess."
He took one of the sharp spokes and went to Ahmose's feet. He grabbed the prince's right foot and held a spoke to the sole of his foot, just behind the balls.
"I'll pierce you!" said the priest, stabbing the wire pin into Ahmose's delicate sole.
Ahmose jolted. He groaned in his gag as the chief priest stabbed the wire spoke through his foot. Already the tip came out on top of Ahmose's foot. The skin bulged like a small tent, then the tip penetrated. The priest drilled the wire pin so deeply that it protruded out of Ahmose's foot upper and lower sides in the same length.
He went to Ahmose's left foot.
Arsinoe saw Nefertari's eyes wide open. She heard the soft whimpering of her sister. Nefertari feared the worst. She and Arsinoe would also been done something that hurt a lot, she was sure of that.
The priest put the wire spoke under Ahmose's left sole and pierced the prince's bare foot. Ahmose winced again. He groaned into his gag and tried to squirm, but the taut chains held him tight. He could not move a bit.
"I pierce you, eternal guardian," shouted the chief priest. He began to pierce Ahmose all over with wire pins. After his feet, he stabbed right and left wire spokes through the lower legs. Then on each side two spokes through the thighs. Ahmose screamed into his gag. He tried to rear up. The tight chains did not allow it.
The priest went to the head of the sarcophagus. He calmly pierced Ahmose's forearms and then his arms with wire spokes. Arsinoe could read in her brother's eyes that the ceremony was extremely painful.
Finally, the priest drilled two spokes right and left through Ahmose's pectoral muscles.
Then he looked down at Ahmose. "You had not been gagged, my son, your shouting would offend the ears of the great Arathne. Even the last two spokes and the work is done. Then you are ready to do your watch duty."
He turned to a very young priest who stood beside him: "Make him stiff!"
The young priest stepped forward. He grabbed the penis of Ahmose and began to rub it. Ahmose's penis straightened up.
"That's good!" said the chief priest. "It should be exactly like this. Nice stiff and ready for a spoke! "
He grabbed Ahmose's penis and held it tight. From above he drilled a spoke into the penis all the lenght. He stabbed it without haste until it came out at the bottom of the penis root. Ahmose winced several times. He bowed his back and yelled into his gag. Tears came to his eyes. One could see that it hurted a lot.
"One more spoke," said the priest. He took from the hand of his helper a last wire pin and put it from below to the penis root of Ahmose limb. He pricked the spoke right up through the penis until it came out at the top of the penis root. Ahmose winced again. He tried to bend, but the taut chains holding him did not allow the slightest movement. He could only moan.
Nefertari started to cry softly. Arsinoe could understand her little sister. She was frightened too. She trembled uncontrollably.

 

[cynthia the inocent]

The Sacrifice, Part 2:
One of the priests raised his arms. "Bring the little sarcophagus!" he ordered.
Priests brought a coffin. It was barely larger than a normal coffin, but made of exquisite cedar wood and decorated with carvings all over. There were holes in the lid of the coffin.
Breathholes, Arsinoe thought in fear. So that Teje does not stifle. The great goddess wants living sacrifices and she wants them to live long. Arathne is cruel. She is the cruelest deity of Egypt!
Teje will suffer long before death redeems her.
Arsinoe felt her naked body covering with goose bumps.
"Place the offering to the great goddess in the little sarcophagus!" The high priest commanded. The lower priests picked up the bandaged Teje and put her body in the coffin.
The priest raised his arms.
"Great Goddess," he called. "Arathne, you great one! Look down on us. We offer you a sacrifice. Please accept it in your infinite mercy and give life back to the people of Egypt. Save us from the great trouble. We humbly ask you. We sacrifice the highest descendants of our land. We sacrifice three princesses and a prince of royal blood. Please accept our sacrifice!"
He turned to the lower priests: "Close the sarcophagus!"
The priests closed the coffin lid. Then one came with nails and a hammer. All around, he slammed nails into the lid to close the casket.
Arsinoe could vividly imagine her sister bound and wrapped in that coffin, listening in horror to the hammer blows that locked her into this terrible wooden sarcophagus forever.
"Carry the sarcophagus with the first victim into the pyramid!" ordered the chief priest.
Four porters raised the casket and carried it to the tall double-winged stone door of the pyramid.
The priests grabbed Arsinoe, her sister Nefertari, and her brother Ahmose right and left by the arms and pushed them forward, behind the small procession with Teje's coffin. They entered the pyramid.
The warm, soft sand beneath Arsinoe's bare soles gave way to cold, smooth stone. The princess sensed that she was entering a tomb. They walked down a long corridor leading to the interior of the pyramid. On the right and left of the wide corridor, torches burned on the wall at regular intervals.
They passed another double-winged gate inside the pyramid and finally a third one. Behind it was a large room, almost a small hall. A large massive sarcophagus of thick cedar planks stood in the middle of the room. The lid was open. On the walls, Arsinoe recognized gods and hieroglyphics. There was something lying on the floor on the wall. She did not see exactly what it was.
"Put the first victim in the big sarcophagus!" the senior priest demanded. As he prayed down a litany, the four porters raised Teje's coffin and lowered it into the large cedar sarcophagus.
"Close the sarcophagus!" shouted the chief priest.
Ten priests came up and lifted the lid onto the sarcophagus. It was made of thick wooden planks and very heavy.
The lid of the sarcophagus was arched like the shell of a turtle. Chains were set in at the four corners. At their ends hung open shackles of iron.
"Close the sarcophagus!" the high priest commanded. "Inclose the first sacrifice forever so that it belongs to the great Arathne!"
The lid was nailed with large iron nails. All around, the lower priests beated nails with a hammer until the sarcophagus was tightly closed. Arsinoe thought she heard a whimper over the droning hammer blows, her sister's whimpering.
"Now put the second victim on the sarcophagus!" the high priest demanded in a loud voice. "The prince is said to be the eternal guardian of his mummified sister. Chain him to the sarcophagus!"
With a pounding heart, Arsinoe watched as her brother Ahmose was took out of his handcuffs and laid naked on the sarcophagus lid. He lay on his back, arms and legs outstretched. Priests held his wrists and ankles in the metal shackles. They locked the shackles with small locks that locked tight and could never be opened due to a spring mechanism.
Arsinoe heard Nefertari whimper. She looked at her sister. Nefertari was scared to death. She was shaking all over.
Poor little sister, Arsinoe thought. Why did this terrible famine break out? Why do we have to die a miserable death down here? I do not think our death will do any good. Our sacrifice will be for nothing. It only pleases the cruel priests.
"Tighten!" the high priest commanded. Ahmose's handcuffs and ankle cuffs were pulled tight with spanner keys until the prince was put taut on the lid of the sarcophagus.
"Close the mouth of the sacrifice!" the senior priest ordered. "The great goddess does not want to hear howling and whining. No screams should offend her ears!"
Arsinoe heard Nefertari hold her breath. With growing horror, she watched as a priest put a gag in her brothers mouth and tied it behind his head. Now Ahmose was made mute. He could only moan quietly.
With all the gods of Egypt! thought Arsinoe, what will they do to him? Why is he gagged?
Her question should be answered soon.
The high priest went to the sarcophagus. He looked down at Prince Ahmose.
"Give me the spokes!" he commanded his assistant priests.
A lowly priest hurried over and held out a handful of long spokes to the head priest. It were straight wire pins of 2mm thickness, which had a length of twenty centimeters. The thin wire pins were pointed at the ends.
"Now the eternal guard is to be pierced!" shouted the chief priest. "He shall carry holy iron in his body. In pain he shall guard the mummified princess."
He took one of the sharp spokes and went to Ahmose's feet. He grabbed the prince's right foot and held a spoke to the sole of his foot, just behind the balls.
"I'll pierce you!" said the priest, stabbing the wire pin into Ahmose's delicate sole.
Ahmose jolted. He groaned in his gag as the chief priest stabbed the wire spoke through his foot. Already the tip came out on top of Ahmose's foot. The skin bulged like a small tent, then the tip penetrated. The priest drilled the wire pin so deeply that it protruded out of Ahmose's foot upper and lower sides in the same length.
He went to Ahmose's left foot.
Arsinoe saw Nefertari's eyes wide open. She heard the soft whimpering of her sister. Nefertari feared the worst. She and Arsinoe would also been done something that hurt a lot, she was sure of that.
The priest put the wire spoke under Ahmose's left sole and pierced the prince's bare foot. Ahmose winced again. He groaned into his gag and tried to squirm, but the taut chains held him tight. He could not move a bit.
"I pierce you, eternal guardian," shouted the chief priest. He began to pierce Ahmose all over with wire pins. After his feet, he stabbed right and left wire spokes through the lower legs. Then on each side two spokes through the thighs. Ahmose screamed into his gag. He tried to rear up. The tight chains did not allow it.
The priest went to the head of the sarcophagus. He calmly pierced Ahmose's forearms and then his arms with wire spokes. Arsinoe could read in her brother's eyes that the ceremony was extremely painful.
Finally, the priest drilled two spokes right and left through Ahmose's pectoral muscles.
Then he looked down at Ahmose. "You had not been gagged, my son, your shouting would offend the ears of the great Arathne. Even the last two spokes and the work is done. Then you are ready to do your watch duty."
He turned to a very young priest who stood beside him: "Make him stiff!"
The young priest stepped forward. He grabbed the penis of Ahmose and began to rub it. Ahmose's penis straightened up.
"That's good!" said the chief priest. "It should be exactly like this. Nice stiff and ready for a spoke! "
He grabbed Ahmose's penis and held it tight. From above he drilled a spoke into the penis all the lenght. He stabbed it without haste until it came out at the bottom of the penis root. Ahmose winced several times. He bowed his back and yelled into his gag. Tears came to his eyes. One could see that it hurted a lot.
"One more spoke," said the priest. He took from the hand of his helper a last wire pin and put it from below to the penis root of Ahmose limb. He pricked the spoke right up through the penis until it came out at the top of the penis root. Ahmose winced again. He tried to bend, but the taut chains holding him did not allow the slightest movement. He could only moan.
Nefertari started to cry softly. Arsinoe could understand her little sister. She was frightened too. She trembled uncontrollably.

Interesting. I imagine that really happened.

 

[Deleted member 16639]

The Sacrifice, Part 3:
The High Priest raised his arms. "The Eternal Guard has taken his place on the mummified princess's closed sarcophagus." He glanced over at Arsinoe and Nefertari, "Now it is time for the two princesses to become guardians of the sarcophagus."
He glanced at his assistant priests. "But first, silence them! They should not insult the ears of the great goddess with howls and cries."
Nefertari pressed close to Arsinoe. She snuggled, bound as she was, to her older sister. She could not suppress a sob. It was the last loud sound she made.
Two hands came from behind and put a gag on her mouth. It happened so fast that the girl could no longer make a sound.
Arsinoe also received a gag. She felt the crumpled fabric pressing down her tongue and clogging her mouth. She wanted to say something, but only a faint growl came out: "Mmm!"
Helpless and silent, she watched as the priests led Nefertari to the wall beside the large sarcophagus. There was something on the floor. When Nefertari saw it, she broke an her knees. If the priests had not held her by the upper arms, the girl would have collapsed.
Arsinoe saw her sister's eyes wide open. She saw Nefertari fend off the men holding her. She shook her head and shouted in her gag, "Mmm! Mmmm! "
Only then did Arsinoe realize what lay on the floor on the long wall. She turned her head and looked at the opposite longitudinal wall. There was exactly the same thing: a big T-shaped cross. It was made of thick cedar beams and covered with carvings.
Arsinoe felt ice cold. Her tremors increased. Crosses! They would crucify her and Nefertari! They would nail them to the cross!
She was struck with an icy terror. She had already witnessed several crucifixions. There was the slave who had attacked his master with a sickle, or the slave girl who had refused to serve his master sexually and others. Many criminals were crucified.
They all died on such crosses.
They had been laid with their backs on the cross and their arms pulled apart. Then their wrists had been nailed to the crossbar. Afterwards, the legs of the delinquents were slightly bent so that their feet rested with their soles on the wood of the upright post. Then long nails had been driven through the feet, just between the second and third toes.
The crosses had been raised and the crucified men had screamed terribly. They had squirmed in agony. A terrible sight. Hour after hour, the convicts writhed at their crosses. It could take up to three days for death to release them from their agony. Three days!
Arsinoe was terrified. She watched in horror as the priests removed the golden handcuffs from her sister and laid her on the cross. Nefertari struggled desperately, but she did not respond to the strength of her executioners. Four strong men held her by the hands and feet. They pulled apart Nefertari's arms and pressed them onto the crossbeam of the cross. Then they bent the girl's knees and laid her bent legs to the right.
The men pushed Nefertari's feet up almost to her bottom.
What are they doing? Arsinoe wondered. How do they want to nail her feet in this strange position?
Her question was answered immediately. Two men, kneeling to the right and left of the pole, held Nefertari's feet. The ankles were exactly on top of each other.
A third priest took a hammer and a very long nail. He put it right under Nefertari's right ankle, which was at the top. Then he raised the hammer and hit the nail.
With a crack, the nail penetrated the girl's ankle. Nefertari reared up. She screamed in her gag. She shook her head. She screamed with all her might, but the gag made it to a ridiculously low growl. "Mm! Mmmm! Mmm!"
With solid hammer blows the priest drove the nail through Nefertari's right ankle. Then the nail tip on the other side of the ankle ceased and mercilessly drilled into the underlying left ankle of Nefertari.
Yelling, Nefertari reared up. She lost control of her bladder. It was bubbling wildly out of her lap.
Arsinoe started to cry.
Nefertari made herself wet. She was in such pain that she urinated! Arsinoe trembled uncontrollably. She wanted to look away. She did not want to watch her little sister being nailed, but the priests holding her forced her to do so. She was not allowed to avert her eyes.
Relentlessly, the hammer struck the long nail. It penetrated Nefertari's left ankle. Then it dug himself into the wood below. Loud TOCK-TOCK echoed in the small hall.
Nefertari screamed into her gag. She struggled desperately. She writhed in the grip of her hangmen, but she could not get away.
The long nail was driven further through her superimposed ankles and struck deep into the wood of the cross pole. Finally, there was a last hammer blow, which pressed the nail's head firmly under Nefertari's ankle and pressed her ankles firmly on the wood.
Now the priest turned his hand to Nefertari's hands. He knelt down by Nefertari's right hand. He did it so that Arsinoe had a clear view of her sister's outstretched arm.
They do it on purpose! she thought in horror. They want me to be able to see everything very clearly! They want me to get scared!
The priest took a new nail. It was not as long as the nail he had previously punched through Nefertari's ankles. It was just as round as the long nail for the feet. It was slim, almost dainty, but it would carry Nefertari's weight.
Nefertari shook her head. She screamed in her gag. "Mmmm! Mm! Mmmh! Mmm!"
Arsinoe knew exactly what her little sister was trying to scream: "No! No! Do not do that to me! Please do not! No! No!"
But the man with the hammer knew no mercy. He put the tip of the nail in the middle of Nefertari's right wrist. Then he hit the nail with the hammer through the tender joint of the girl.
Again Nefertari reared up. She screamed in her gag. Nothing came out as a faint hum. A shudder passed Arsinoe. The hammer blows were much louder as the “sreams” of her sister, especially as the nail penetrated the wood of the crossbeam and the priest had to strike harder.
Nefertari's right hand was already nailed and the priest turned to her left hand. Nefertari squirmed like a worm on the cross. She cried all the time and she tried to beg for mercy through her gag. She did not succeed. She was forcibly silenced and that seemed to panic her brutally.
Arsinoe also panicked. As she watched how the nail was driven through her left sister's wrist, her thoughts began to race.
I have to go! Get out! I have to flee! I do not want to get nailed! I do not wanna die! I want to live! I have to run away!
She kicked. She threw herself with all her weight against the priest to her right.
Out! Away from here!
I have to run out!
Outside, I can immerse myself in the crowd. They will not extradite me. They will allow me to disappear in the crowd. A craftsman can remove the handcuffs from me. They are made of gold. I'll give him one of the cuffs as a reward and the other will keep my livelihood. I will go underground. I will change my appearance and live as a farmer's wife in the Nile valley.
I have to go! Immediately!
She kicked wildly and struck one of the priests between his legs. The man went down with a grunt. Arsinoe kept kicking. The men backed away.
Then she was free. Nobody held her tight.
Get out of here! she thought. Nothing like it!
She flung herself around and ran.

 

[Deleted member 16639]

The Sacrifice, Part 4:
Arsinoe ran for her life. She was scared like never before. She was in a panic. Because the gag shut her mouth, she could not breathe deeply. She could only breathe through her nose, but she ran. She ran like a gazelle running away from a lion.
Get out! Out! Run away! I have to run away! Out!
Arsinoe ran. It was hard because her hands were bound on her back.
Behind her, she heard the high priest scream in a shrill voice, "Get her back! She must not escape! The goddess would kill us! Her anger will hit us! Catch the princess!"
Arsinoe heard the clapping of sandals on the stone floor behind her. She ran away on bare feet. She ran like never before in her life.
Already she saw a light ahead.
The exit! The exit of the pyramid!
Arsinoe accelerated even more. She had to do it.
I hope the people outside the pyramid will not stop me, she thought. Please do not! Oh gods of Egypt, help me!
Something hit her left leg. Arsinoe stumbled. She fell hard on the floor. Someone had put a leg to her. Arms with iron-hard muscles grabbed her and dragged her up.
No! No!
Arsinoe saw the rectangular opening in front of her, not ten yards away. So close! So close she was to salvation! So close!
They dragged her back, away from the rectangle of light, into the darkness of the pyramid.
No! No! Oh please not!
Arsinoe fought hard against her captors. She tried everything to free herself. She kicked. She tried to call for help, but the horrible gag allowed only a miserable hum.
They dragged her deeper and deeper into the corridor, back to the terrible sacrificial room.
Arsinoe cried without ceasing. She was shaking with fear. It was over. She could not escape. Now they would do the most terrible thing to her!
They pushed and pulled her into the large sacrificial room. Nefertari was still lying on the ground. With wide eyes she looked up to Arsinoe.
Nefertari! Oh Nefertari! Oh my little sister! What do they do to us!
"We have her, exalted one," one of the priest reported panting to the high priest.
The high priest looked relieved. "OK then! Had she escaped, the wrath of Arathne would have come upon us. The pyramid would have fallen upon us and buried us alive inside!"
He made an imperious gesture: "Arrange the younger princess!"
Two priests hurried to Nefertari. They lifted the cross right and left at the ends of the crossbeam and pushed it up the longitudinal wall until it was vertical.
Nefertari screamed into her gag. Now she hung with her entire body weight on the three nails, which connected them inextricably with the wood of the cross. The pain had to be unspeakable.
"Hang the cross up!" the high priest commanded.
The two priests lifted Nefertari's cross and pushed it up the wall a little higher until the crossbar snapped into two hooks sticking out of the wall. Now the cross hung perpendicular to the wall.
How to imagine this special form of crucifixion:
http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/meeting-anastasia.4419/page-43#lg=thread-4419&slide=15
Girl on the right side: http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/alexia-agonia.5475/page-6#lg=thread-5475&slide=0
Arsinoe saw her sister hanging on the cross. Nefertari shivered. Her upper body moved slightly, but the girl was almost condemned to motionlessness by the particular kind of crucifixion, as was Teje in her sarcophagus and Ahmose, bound taut on the lid of the sarcophagus. Guardians must not fidget. They have to stand still. Or lie still. Or hang still.
Arsinoe saw the horror in her sister's eyes. Nefertari was in pain, she could tell, but she could not scream her agony out loud. She could not even squirm in agony. She had to stand the horrible pain motionless.
The high priest regarded Nefertari with satisfaction. Then he turned to Arsinoe, "Now the other one! Make her the guardian of the mummified princess!"
The henchmen packed Arsinoe. Someone unlocked her handcuffs. As much as she resisted, she was laid with her back on the cross.
The high priest added, "She should first pay for the wicked attempt to flee! Nail her hands first! Then tie her feet and pull her legs apart! She is to be defiled in the name of the great goddess Arathne! She is to be ravished for her sin! She shall not watch over this sacrificial room as a noble princess, but as a defiled whore! Dishonored and humiliated! Begin the work!"
Raw hands tore Arsinoe's arms apart. They pressed her wrists on the crossbar.
No! Oh no, thought Arsinoe. She wanted to say something, anything, no matter what, but the terrible gag muted her.
Helpless, she had to watch as the priest put a round nail on her left wrist. He raised the hammer.
Oh ye gods, no! Please do not!
The hammer rushed down and struck the nail-head. With a soft crunch, the nail penetrated Arsinoe's wrist.
With quick blows the priest drove the nail through the wrist. Arsinoe felt the smooth steel pass through her wrist. The whole thing was accompanied by an explosion of pain. She screamed in her gag. She had not known that there was such pain. She bowed her back. She cried.
Already, the nail on her back of the hand came out of her joint and the priest drove it with solid blows into the wood below. Full of horror, Arsinoe felt the nail head press her wrist firmly against the wood of the crossbeam.
She was inextricably linked with the cross. She could not do anything about it. She could only whimper and squirm.
Already the man with the hammer turned to her other hand.
Insane pain shot through Arsinoe's wrist as the nail was driven through her wrist. Now she knew how Nefertari had suffered when being nailed.
After only a few hammer blows her hand was pressed firmly on the wood of the beam. Arsinoe's hand was nailed.
They grabbed their feet. Ropes were tied around her ankles and then her legs were pulled apart forcefully.
With all the gods of Egypt! Not that! Not! No!
The high priest came to Arsinoe. She saw his lascivious grin: "The guardian of the mummified princess should be punished for her wicked behavior. She tried to escape her responsibility. She is to be ravished by all priests before her cross will hang on the wall!"
Arsinoe shook her head. No! No! Stop!
She yelled into the gag and made only a faint whimper.
The high priest opened up below. Arsinoe saw his steeply erected sexual organ. She knew what a man looked like "down there" but since she was not married, she did not know what to expect. She only knew that a rape was bad.
It was bad. It was worse than bad. The priest came over her like a predator. She felt his agitated hardness between her thighs. Then he penetrated her. Deep.
Arsinoe winced. She screamed. Burning pain shot through her lap.
It was terrible. She felt horror and pain. She felt horror and humiliation. She cried. She was helpless at the mercy of her rapist. It hurted!
In turn, all the priests came to Arsinoe. They did the worst. They defamed her. She was not a high woman anymore. She was no longer an Egyptian princess. She was dishonored. She was destroyed. Decreased. She was only something that served the satisfaction of the perverse lust of the priests.
When it was over, the High Priest pointed his finger at her: "Now nail her feet to the cross! She shall suffer! In pain she is to guard the mummified princess. Forever! Bring the last sacrifice to the great goddess!"

 

[Deleted member 16639]

The Sacrifice, Part 5:
The ropes were removed from Arsinoe's ankles. She began to fidget and kicked around to stop the priests from grabbing her feet. But the men overcame her resistance easily. They were many and they were stronger than Arsinoe. They pressed her ankles against each other and folded her bent legs to the left. Then they pushed her feet up under Arsinoe's bottom.
"Hold on!", someone commanded. Arsinoes ankles were brutally pressed against each other and down on the wood of the cross. The outside ankle of her left foot was pressed so hard on the wood that it hurt a lot. Her squeezed inner ankles ached from the pressure.
Arsinoe knew she would be in much worse pain in a short time. She remembered how her sister Nefertari had reared up when her feet were nailed to the cross. The girl did urinate with agony.
Arsinoe stiffened in shock. Already she felt how the long nail with its tip was attached directly below the outer ankle. Cold metal touched her skin. Arsinoe winced.
She saw the priest lift the hammer.
No! Oh no!
The hammer came down and hit the nail's head. With a terrible crunch, it pierced through Arsinoe's ankle.
Insane pain raced through her ankle. Arsinoe screamed in her gag. She reared up.
She felt the long, smooth nail creep deeper into her wrist with each stroke of the hammer, piercing it from the side. The hammer blows rang. The nail crunched through her ankle. Pain bursts raged through her foot.
Arsinoe screamed. She squirmed on the cross. She tried to pull her legs away, but the priests held her tight. They did not release her for a moment.
Arsinoe howled like an animal. She felt the nail tip escape from the inside of her right ankle and jerkily pierced her left ankle.
Arsinoe screamed.
But not loudly. The gag almost silenced her. She did not produce anything except a faint miserable hum. "Mm! Mmmm! Mmmh! Mmmb! "
TICK-TICK ticked the hammer every time it hit the nail-head and drove the nail through Arsinoe's ankles.
The pain was indescribable. Arsinoe screamed. She squirmed on the cross. Then she lost control of herself and her bladder drained convulsively. It was bubbling hot out of her lap.
With a last terrible crunch, the long nail finally pierced Arsinoe's ankle. The priest continued hammering. Now the nail penetrated the wood under Arsinoe's ankles. The ringing TICK-TICK turned into a loud booming TOCK-TOCK-TOCK.
The wood under Arsinoe's back vibrated to the beat of the hammer blows. She felt the nail slipping piece by piece through her pierced ankles and drilling deeper and deeper into the wood of the cross. She felt her ankles pressed down. More and more firmly they were against each other and pressed against the wood.
My ankles are about to break, she thought. If he does not stop hammering, my ankles will burst!
She saw in her mind's eye as the priest continued to pound, as the nailhead brutally squeezed her ankles together and pressed both ankles harder on the wood until the ankles broke apart.
But then the hammering stopped. Arsinoe's feet were tight and inseparable from the cross.
The priest with the hammer stood up. Arsinoe lay on the floor with her legs turned to one side. She was sobbing passionately. She cried without ceasing. She was in terrible pain. She was terrified. She was scared to death.
She wanted to scream. She wanted to sob. She wanted to plead her tormentors to release her. She was ready to humble herself deeply. She wanted to beg. She wanted to plead. If only she could beg for mercy!
But she could only hum softly.
"Raise up the cross!", she heard the high priest's loud voice. "Hang it on the wall! Make the girl the guardian of the mummified princess! Make her a victim for the great goddess! Give the girl and her pain to the great Arathne! "
The man did not know any pity. He did not care if Arsinoe and her sister Nefertari almost died of pain. Perhaps he even liked to execute high-born people in such a gruesome manner.
Arsinoe's cross was raised. The priests pushed it up the length of the wall and lifted it up. Then they hung the crossbeam into the hooks on the wall. Arsinoe's crucifixion was completed.
She hung trembling on the cross. Now that her entire body weight was on the three nails, the pain was simply insane. This torment was impossible to endure. It hurted too much. Arsinoe tried to sit up to avoid the painful pull on her nailed hands. She could not do it. She almost could not move.
The unusual way of nailing her to the cross hardly allowed any movement. It increased the unbearable agony even more.
She had seen convicts dancing on the cross in a desperate effort to avoid the horrible pain. She herself could not dance. She was damned to hang quietly on the cross and suffer silently.
It was horrible. It was totally horrible. It was unbearable.
But she had to endure it.
Three days! she thought in horror. It can take up to three days! With all the gods of Egypt! Three days! Three!
She saw in the light of the oil lamps her sister hanging on the wall opposite. Nefertari's naked body had been covered with a sweat film. She was sweating with agony.
Oh Nefertari, sister mine! What are they doing to us?
The high priest came forward: "The sacrifice is offered. Our work is done. We take the torches now and leave. We close the three gates of the pyramid behind us forever. The oil lamps will burn for twenty-four hours. Then they go out."
A cruel smile played around his mouth. "Then it gets dark! She will come in the dark! The great goddess Arathne! The great goddess sees better in the dark than in daylight. She will come and accept the sacrifices. She will enjoy their pain and fear until they finally die."
The priest's smile widened: "It will take a long time. Very long! The goddess will enjoy the sacrifice for a long time!"
He made an imperious gesture: "We go! Take the torches with you! Just leave e few oil lamps in here! Come on! Let’s go!"
The priests took the burning torches from the wall brackets. They lined up and left the big room.
Arsinoe watched the heavy stone gates close. With a loud BOOM they locked in the final position. Now they were closed forever. Nothing and nobody would ever be able to open them.
Arsinoe and her siblings were alone in the sacrificial hall. She was alone with Teje, Ahmose and Nefertari.
And alone with the horrible pain.

 

[Deleted member 16639]

The Sacrifice, Part 6:
In the light of the few oil lamps, Arsinoe did not see much. Deep shadows squated in the corners of the big room. It seemed that there were terrible demons lurking, soon to come forth to enjoy Arsinoes pain and fear.
Far away, behind the closed stone doors, she heard a rumble. The priests had closed the second stone gate. Soon, the outer gates would be closed forever. The poor victims were helplessly trapped inside the pyramid.
Arsinoe's body tried to wriggle on the cross. It did it against Arsinoe's will. But it was not possible. She almost could not move. Having to endure the terrible pain completely motionless made the crucifixion even more terrible.
Arsinoe cried.
She saw her sister Nefertari on the other side of the room hanging on the cross. She sat like frozen on her feet in silent horror. Her eyes were wide open. Tears streamed incessantly from those eyes, in which the naked horror stood.
Nefertari sobbed, but her gag suppressed every sound. Arsinoe could barely hear her sister's soft hum and whimper.
That was, she thought, the most terrible thing: that she could not scream her agony out loud, that she had been cruelly silenced. Added to that was the immobility. She was unable to avoid the horrible pain in any way.
Arsinoe was in pain all over. The worst pain of course came from the nails. Her body weight hung on three small dots and these dots kept sending pain through her hands and feet.
Arsinoe was crying like her little sister.
She looked down at the huge sarcophagus where her sister Teje was embalmed alive. She saw her brother Ahmose lying naked on the lid of the sarcophagus, cruelly stretched by the chains and pierced by the spokes all over his body.
Ahmose looked up at her. Mortal agony stood in his eyes.
We are alone, Arsinoe, spoke Ahmose's eyes. We were left alone in here to die a horrible death. You and Nefertari are dying under tremendous pain. You will endure terrible agony for days until death redeems you.
And Teje and I will die an equally cruel death. We will die of thirst!
Arsinoe imagined her older sister, wrapped tightly in hard-pressed bandages inside the sarcophagus, cut off from the outside world. She imagined the resin gradually drying and the linen bandages contracting more and more.
Would it hurt? Possibly! This special resin was extremely astringent. It would slowly crush Teje.
Would she die from it? Rather not. It would only hurt a lot and cause Teje an ever more terrible panic the closer the linen bandages tightened around her entire body.
She would not choke. She could breathe through the leather tube that stuck in her mouth. The sarcophagus had breathing holes. She would feel the dry dusty air in her mouth. Her mouth would dry out. Her lungs would begin to hurt, but Teje would live. She would be dying of thirst while her panic grew.
Arsinoe shuddered. Die of thirst lasted awfully long. Seven to eight agonizing days would pass before her sister died. Ahmose, too, faced this horrible death.
She and Nefertari would die faster. It would take two days, maybe three.
But these days would become eternities because she and her sister suffered terrible pain.
Arsinoe tried to sit up. She trembled uncontrollably all over. She wanted to avoid the horrible pain in her nailed wrists and unnaturally overstretched shoulders. She tried to support herself with her feet and stretched herself upright.
A hellish pain shot through her nailed ankles.
She let herself fall into the nails with a cry. She did not manage to push herself up ten inches.
Helpless she hung on the cross and suffered agony.
She looked into her sister's eyes, which hung on the other side of the room on the cross. Nefertari's naked body shone unnaturally white in the dim light of the oil lamps.
It's useless, Arsinoe, said Nefertari's eyes wide open. You do not even have to try it. You will not manage it. You can not straighten up. That's impossible. We are nailed to the cross in a way that we can barely move. That's intent. So we suffer even more. The priests want it that way. They want the mummified princess's guards to keep watch over the sarcophagus quietly and without fidgeting.
Arsinoe looked at her little sister. Nefertari was a bit chubby, not very, but she was always ashamed to show herself naked to other people. She had even forbidden her servants to serve her in the bathroom.
And now she hung stark naked on the cross. The priests had more than enough time to stare at her. Arsinoe remembered many a lustful look.
At least Nefertari is not at the mercy of the eyes of the whole people. It would be hell for her, Arsinoe thought.
Would that be so?
If they had been crucified outside the pyramid, they would have been outdoors, in the light of the sun. They would not have to be alone.
Here inside the pyramid, Arsinoe felt like inside a dungeon, like inside a tomb. It was terrible to be locked up. That only made things worse. Out in the open, they would not have been so alone. In this tomb she was buried alive.
Groaning, she pulled herself up a bit. Her violently bent legs hurted. She sensed that she was going to have convulsions soon. As if she did not have to endure enough torture! The pain was indescribable. The pain was horrible. Nobody could stand such a pain. And yet Arsinoe had to endure it. Just like her sister Nefertari.
We are the highest persons in all of Egypt right after Pharaoh, she thought, and now we are totally degraded. We are without rights and deeply humbled.
Obviously, the chief priest had taken great pleasure in transforming Arsinoe and her siblings into rightsless and humiliating them. And it had pleased the disgusting guy to give them horrible pain.
Arsinoe looked at her brother outstretched on the sarcophagus, then at Nefertari, who was hanging on the cross opposite. Still burning the oil lamps. But how much longer? Arsinoe had no idea. She had lost all sense of time. How long had she been hanging on the cross? Two hours or twelve? She did not know. She was trapped in an eternity of unbearable pain.
She whimpered nonstop.
When the lights go out, the first day is over, she thought. She shuddered. Her whole body was covered with goose bumps. The first day! The first of two or even three days!
Arsinoe cried. She could not stop it. She did not know what else to do. The impossible pain filled her completely. She was filled with pain and fear - fear of death.
Stop! It has to stop! Please please! It hurts so bad! I can not stand it anymore! Not a single minute longer! Really! Please free me!
But no one released her and she endured the pain for a minute and another minute and another more.
It did not end.

 

[thehangingtree]

Well told, Sassi!!!

 

[Nail Her to the Cross]

The Sacrifice, Part 5:
The ropes were removed from Arsinoe's ankles. She began to fidget and kicked around to stop the priests from grabbing her feet. But the men overcame her resistance easily. They were many and they were stronger than Arsinoe. They pressed her ankles against each other and folded her bent legs to the left. Then they pushed her feet up under Arsinoe's bottom.
"Hold on!", someone commanded. Arsinoes ankles were brutally pressed against each other and down on the wood of the cross. The outside ankle of her left foot was pressed so hard on the wood that it hurt a lot. Her squeezed inner ankles ached from the pressure.
Arsinoe knew she would be in much worse pain in a short time. She remembered how her sister Nefertari had reared up when her feet were nailed to the cross. The girl did urinate with agony.
Arsinoe stiffened in shock. Already she felt how the long nail with its tip was attached directly below the outer ankle. Cold metal touched her skin. Arsinoe winced.
She saw the priest lift the hammer.
No! Oh no!
The hammer came down and hit the nail's head. With a terrible crunch, it pierced through Arsinoe's ankle.
Insane pain raced through her ankle. Arsinoe screamed in her gag. She reared up.
She felt the long, smooth nail creep deeper into her wrist with each stroke of the hammer, piercing it from the side. The hammer blows rang. The nail crunched through her ankle. Pain bursts raged through her foot.
Arsinoe screamed. She squirmed on the cross. She tried to pull her legs away, but the priests held her tight. They did not release her for a moment.
Arsinoe howled like an animal. She felt the nail tip escape from the inside of her right ankle and jerkily pierced her left ankle.
Arsinoe screamed.
But not loudly. The gag almost silenced her. She did not produce anything except a faint miserable hum. "Mm! Mmmm! Mmmh! Mmmb! "
TICK-TICK ticked the hammer every time it hit the nail-head and drove the nail through Arsinoe's ankles.
The pain was indescribable. Arsinoe screamed. She squirmed on the cross. Then she lost control of herself and her bladder drained convulsively. It was bubbling hot out of her lap.
With a last terrible crunch, the long nail finally pierced Arsinoe's ankle. The priest continued hammering. Now the nail penetrated the wood under Arsinoe's ankles. The ringing TICK-TICK turned into a loud booming TOCK-TOCK-TOCK.
The wood under Arsinoe's back vibrated to the beat of the hammer blows. She felt the nail slipping piece by piece through her pierced ankles and drilling deeper and deeper into the wood of the cross. She felt her ankles pressed down. More and more firmly they were against each other and pressed against the wood.
My ankles are about to break, she thought. If he does not stop hammering, my ankles will burst!
She saw in her mind's eye as the priest continued to pound, as the nailhead brutally squeezed her ankles together and pressed both ankles harder on the wood until the ankles broke apart.
But then the hammering stopped. Arsinoe's feet were tight and inseparable from the cross.
The priest with the hammer stood up. Arsinoe lay on the floor with her legs turned to one side. She was sobbing passionately. She cried without ceasing. She was in terrible pain. She was terrified. She was scared to death.
She wanted to scream. She wanted to sob. She wanted to plead her tormentors to release her. She was ready to humble herself deeply. She wanted to beg. She wanted to plead. If only she could beg for mercy!
But she could only hum softly.
"Raise up the cross!", she heard the high priest's loud voice. "Hang it on the wall! Make the girl the guardian of the mummified princess! Make her a victim for the great goddess! Give the girl and her pain to the great Arathne! "
The man did not know any pity. He did not care if Arsinoe and her sister Nefertari almost died of pain. Perhaps he even liked to execute high-born people in such a gruesome manner.
Arsinoe's cross was raised. The priests pushed it up the length of the wall and lifted it up. Then they hung the crossbeam into the hooks on the wall. Arsinoe's crucifixion was completed.
She hung trembling on the cross. Now that her entire body weight was on the three nails, the pain was simply insane. This torment was impossible to endure. It hurted too much. Arsinoe tried to sit up to avoid the painful pull on her nailed hands. She could not do it. She almost could not move.
The unusual way of nailing her to the cross hardly allowed any movement. It increased the unbearable agony even more.
She had seen convicts dancing on the cross in a desperate effort to avoid the horrible pain. She herself could not dance. She was damned to hang quietly on the cross and suffer silently.
It was horrible. It was totally horrible. It was unbearable.
But she had to endure it.
Three days! she thought in horror. It can take up to three days! With all the gods of Egypt! Three days! Three!
She saw in the light of the oil lamps her sister hanging on the wall opposite. Nefertari's naked body had been covered with a sweat film. She was sweating with agony.
Oh Nefertari, sister mine! What are they doing to us?
The high priest came forward: "The sacrifice is offered. Our work is done. We take the torches now and leave. We close the three gates of the pyramid behind us forever. The oil lamps will burn for twenty-four hours. Then they go out."
A cruel smile played around his mouth. "Then it gets dark! She will come in the dark! The great goddess Arathne! The great goddess sees better in the dark than in daylight. She will come and accept the sacrifices. She will enjoy their pain and fear until they finally die."
The priest's smile widened: "It will take a long time. Very long! The goddess will enjoy the sacrifice for a long time!"
He made an imperious gesture: "We go! Take the torches with you! Just leave e few oil lamps in here! Come on! Let’s go!"
The priests took the burning torches from the wall brackets. They lined up and left the big room.
Arsinoe watched the heavy stone gates close. With a loud BOOM they locked in the final position. Now they were closed forever. Nothing and nobody would ever be able to open them.
Arsinoe and her siblings were alone in the sacrificial hall. She was alone with Teje, Ahmose and Nefertari.
And alone with the horrible pain.

Excellent description of the nailing of her feet....such pleasure in the pain....secretly she is lusting for this...and in this type of crucifixion her ass would be available for use by the priest for many intense anal pleasures for her body...

 

[Nail Her to the Cross]

The Sacrifice, Part 4:
Arsinoe ran for her life. She was scared like never before. She was in a panic. Because the gag shut her mouth, she could not breathe deeply. She could only breathe through her nose, but she ran. She ran like a gazelle running away from a lion.
Get out! Out! Run away! I have to run away! Out!
Arsinoe ran. It was hard because her hands were bound on her back.
Behind her, she heard the high priest scream in a shrill voice, "Get her back! She must not escape! The goddess would kill us! Her anger will hit us! Catch the princess!"
Arsinoe heard the clapping of sandals on the stone floor behind her. She ran away on bare feet. She ran like never before in her life.
Already she saw a light ahead.
The exit! The exit of the pyramid!
Arsinoe accelerated even more. She had to do it.
I hope the people outside the pyramid will not stop me, she thought. Please do not! Oh gods of Egypt, help me!
Something hit her left leg. Arsinoe stumbled. She fell hard on the floor. Someone had put a leg to her. Arms with iron-hard muscles grabbed her and dragged her up.
No! No!
Arsinoe saw the rectangular opening in front of her, not ten yards away. So close! So close she was to salvation! So close!
They dragged her back, away from the rectangle of light, into the darkness of the pyramid.
No! No! Oh please not!
Arsinoe fought hard against her captors. She tried everything to free herself. She kicked. She tried to call for help, but the horrible gag allowed only a miserable hum.
They dragged her deeper and deeper into the corridor, back to the terrible sacrificial room.
Arsinoe cried without ceasing. She was shaking with fear. It was over. She could not escape. Now they would do the most terrible thing to her!
They pushed and pulled her into the large sacrificial room. Nefertari was still lying on the ground. With wide eyes she looked up to Arsinoe.
Nefertari! Oh Nefertari! Oh my little sister! What do they do to us!
"We have her, exalted one," one of the priest reported panting to the high priest.
The high priest looked relieved. "OK then! Had she escaped, the wrath of Arathne would have come upon us. The pyramid would have fallen upon us and buried us alive inside!"
He made an imperious gesture: "Arrange the younger princess!"
Two priests hurried to Nefertari. They lifted the cross right and left at the ends of the crossbeam and pushed it up the longitudinal wall until it was vertical.
Nefertari screamed into her gag. Now she hung with her entire body weight on the three nails, which connected them inextricably with the wood of the cross. The pain had to be unspeakable.
"Hang the cross up!" the high priest commanded.
The two priests lifted Nefertari's cross and pushed it up the wall a little higher until the crossbar snapped into two hooks sticking out of the wall. Now the cross hung perpendicular to the wall.
How to imagine this special form of crucifixion:
http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/meeting-anastasia.4419/page-43#lg=thread-4419&slide=15
Girl on the right side: http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/alexia-agonia.5475/page-6#lg=thread-5475&slide=0
Arsinoe saw her sister hanging on the cross. Nefertari shivered. Her upper body moved slightly, but the girl was almost condemned to motionlessness by the particular kind of crucifixion, as was Teje in her sarcophagus and Ahmose, bound taut on the lid of the sarcophagus. Guardians must not fidget. They have to stand still. Or lie still. Or hang still.
Arsinoe saw the horror in her sister's eyes. Nefertari was in pain, she could tell, but she could not scream her agony out loud. She could not even squirm in agony. She had to stand the horrible pain motionless.
The high priest regarded Nefertari with satisfaction. Then he turned to Arsinoe, "Now the other one! Make her the guardian of the mummified princess!"
The henchmen packed Arsinoe. Someone unlocked her handcuffs. As much as she resisted, she was laid with her back on the cross.
The high priest added, "She should first pay for the wicked attempt to flee! Nail her hands first! Then tie her feet and pull her legs apart! She is to be defiled in the name of the great goddess Arathne! She is to be ravished for her sin! She shall not watch over this sacrificial room as a noble princess, but as a defiled whore! Dishonored and humiliated! Begin the work!"
Raw hands tore Arsinoe's arms apart. They pressed her wrists on the crossbar.
No! Oh no, thought Arsinoe. She wanted to say something, anything, no matter what, but the terrible gag muted her.
Helpless, she had to watch as the priest put a round nail on her left wrist. He raised the hammer.
Oh ye gods, no! Please do not!
The hammer rushed down and struck the nail-head. With a soft crunch, the nail penetrated Arsinoe's wrist.
With quick blows the priest drove the nail through the wrist. Arsinoe felt the smooth steel pass through her wrist. The whole thing was accompanied by an explosion of pain. She screamed in her gag. She had not known that there was such pain. She bowed her back. She cried.
Already, the nail on her back of the hand came out of her joint and the priest drove it with solid blows into the wood below. Full of horror, Arsinoe felt the nail head press her wrist firmly against the wood of the crossbeam.
She was inextricably linked with the cross. She could not do anything about it. She could only whimper and squirm.
Already the man with the hammer turned to her other hand.
Insane pain shot through Arsinoe's wrist as the nail was driven through her wrist. Now she knew how Nefertari had suffered when being nailed.
After only a few hammer blows her hand was pressed firmly on the wood of the beam. Arsinoe's hand was nailed.
They grabbed their feet. Ropes were tied around her ankles and then her legs were pulled apart forcefully.
With all the gods of Egypt! Not that! Not! No!
The high priest came to Arsinoe. She saw his lascivious grin: "The guardian of the mummified princess should be punished for her wicked behavior. She tried to escape her responsibility. She is to be ravished by all priests before her cross will hang on the wall!"
Arsinoe shook her head. No! No! Stop!
She yelled into the gag and made only a faint whimper.
The high priest opened up below. Arsinoe saw his steeply erected sexual organ. She knew what a man looked like "down there" but since she was not married, she did not know what to expect. She only knew that a rape was bad.
It was bad. It was worse than bad. The priest came over her like a predator. She felt his agitated hardness between her thighs. Then he penetrated her. Deep.
Arsinoe winced. She screamed. Burning pain shot through her lap.
It was terrible. She felt horror and pain. She felt horror and humiliation. She cried. She was helpless at the mercy of her rapist. It hurted!
In turn, all the priests came to Arsinoe. They did the worst. They defamed her. She was not a high woman anymore. She was no longer an Egyptian princess. She was dishonored. She was destroyed. Decreased. She was only something that served the satisfaction of the perverse lust of the priests.
When it was over, the High Priest pointed his finger at her: "Now nail her feet to the cross! She shall suffer! In pain she is to guard the mummified princess. Forever! Bring the last sacrifice to the great goddess!"

Love the description of the nailing of her wrists...inexticably linked to the cross with no escape possible...excellent!....she secretly wants this...then the rapes by the priests....which her body also lusts for.....while her legs are spread wide and wrists nailed.......only wish they were Anal rapes and the sacrifice was having her ass filled with strong heavy cumshots and the many loads of hot cum her body physcially needs to give it the nutrition and energy..to endure her coming pleasures.!!

 

[Deleted member 16639]

The Sacrifice, Part 7:
Arsinoe howled in her gag. On the other side of the room, Nefertari did the same. They stared at each other with wide eyes, as if telling each other that the pain was simply incredible, that it was impossible to endure such agony.
But they endured these torments. They were forced to do so. The nails held them iron-hard on the cross.
And they hurted, those nails! Hurted terribly! The pain was unimaginable. Arsinoe thought she had to pass out, so monstrous was the anguish.
She was stunned. There were only three narrow nails!
If she had occasionally witnessed the crucifixion of a criminal, she had always wondered why the convicts had screamed that loud. They had writhed on the cross. They had curled up like worms and screamed.
Why are they sreamig? Arsinoe had wondered. These are just simple nails that have been knocked through their wrists and feet. They are very narrow.
She could understand that someone screamed when the nails were hammered through wrists and feet. That was certainly painful. But after that? Did that really hurt so much that they had to scream? She despised the convicts when they writhed on the cross. What cowards! They only fled because they were sentenced to death and they knew they would die.
Arsinoe had not imagined how painful it was to be nailed to a cross.
Now she knew better. The nails in her wrists caused horrible pain because she was hanging on with her body weight and her arms were spread out. The arms and shoulders hurted too, because they were stretched so hard.
Her ankles were places of pure pain. There, liquid lava seemed to flow through the ankles. The worst part was that she could not avoid the pain.
She remembered how the crucified had reared up, how they had pushed their legs a little to relieve the pain in their shoulders and arms and their nailed wrists. Then they had sunk down again when the pain in their nailed feet became too terrible.
It had been a slow agonizing dance.
I can not dance, Arsinoe thought. The way I am crucified does not allow any dance. That's intent. The priests deliberately did so. I am to hang silently on the cross, a gentle and submissive guardian of the mummified princess.
She whimpered in the gag. Soon she would be a particularly quiet. A quiet guardian. When she was dead! She would die within two to three days. Then Teje would still live. Locked up in her double sarcophagus, she would lie there silently as her bandages dried more and more and tightened hard and harder. She would not choke, she could breathe through the leather tube in her mouth.
But maybe? What if the bandages around Teje's neck tightened very slowly? When the resinous linen bands strangulated Teje very slowly? It would be a horrible death!
Perhaps Teje was the first to die while her siblings watched over her sarcophagus?
How long did it take to strangle her to death?
Maybe she'll die on the first day, Arsinoe thought, trembling with pain on the cross, almost maddening with agony.
Next up is Nefertari and me. For two to three days, a crucified one will go through. I know that.
She had never heard of a crucified one who died on the first day. It took at least two days. Mostly three.
Oh gods! thought Arsinoe. She cried. She cried in fear and pain. Three days! Three!
It would take an infinitely long time for death to release her from her torments.
The death! Arsinoe cried loudly. She could only wish for death. She could only wish to die. There was no salvation from the pain except through death.
She felt her legs cramp. Forced squatting took its toll. Arsinoe screamed in her gag. She was in pain - horrible pain.
Worst of all, her nailed ankles hurt. She imagined that the priests had the nails hammered through her feet in the normal way, in the middle of the foot between the second and third toe, as one would with ordinary convicts.
That would not have hurt that much.
I could stand it a little better, she thought. Then I would not have those terrible cramps. Oh, why did not the priests nail me to the cross in the usual way?
Because they wanted you to suffer as much as possible! whispered a small voice in her head. Because the great goddess Arathne loves it when the sacrifices suffer! Look to the opposite wall! Do you see your little sister Nefertari? Do you see the torment that stands in her wide-open eyes? Do you see her sweating with pain? How she suffers! You look the same, Arsinoe! That's what the cruel goddess wants! Suffer! Sorry, Arsinoe! Suffer into infinity!
It was useless suffering she had to endure, Arsinoe was sure. Arathne was the goddess of cruelty. She was not a goddess of fertility. She could not make the fields of the peasants fertile. So why this sacrifice?
We are sacrificed completely useless under terrible agony! thought Arsinoe. Just because this evil highest priest wanted it that way!
I do not want to die! Arsinoe thought. Especially not in such a cruel way!
Why are we tortured to death slowly and in terrible pain? When bulls or other animals are sacrificed to the gods, they cut their throats, a quick and clean death. Why do I have to suffer that way?
Arsinoe looked at her brother, who was stretched on the lid of the sarcophagus. The wounds that the spokes had caused during his puncture were not deadly. Ahmose would not die from it. He was going to die of thirst.
If Teje does not die of thirst but is strangled by the drying bandages, he'll be the last one alive, Arsinoe thought. She saw the eyes of her brother.
He knows that! He knows that he will suffer the longest. Although he has little pain, but he will live many days and slowly and painfully perish. He knows that!
Ahmose's eyes were wide open. There was fear in it.
Why does he open his eyes like that? Arsinoe wondered, sobbing with pain in the gag. Why is he pretending to be ...?
She paused in the middle of her thought.
As if he knew that he could not use his eyes for much longer!
Was that it? Did Ahmose know what time it was? He did not suffer as terrible torment as she did. He probably had not lost his sense of time. He knew ... that the lights would go out soon, one after the other!
As if they had heard Arsinoe's thoughts, three of the oil lamps began to flicker simultaneously.
Oh ye gods! These go out! The lamps go out!
Arsinoe began to tremble. To hang in the dark on the cross, to see nothing, was perhaps even more frightening than in light, even if it was only the dim light of oil lamps.
She glanced over at her sister and saw the same panic in Nefertari's eyes she felt herself.
Now five lamps were flashing. With soft puffing the first went out, then the next. More lamps began to flicker.
One after the other went out.

 

[Jollyrei]

Exquisite suffering and terror. I'm almost hoping for a rescue, but I think none will come.

 

[Deleted member 16639]

The Sacrifice, Part 8:
Arsinoe, Nefertari and Ahmose looked at each other. They looked and looked. They knew they only had minutes left. Then the horrible darkness would swallow them up. Then each one of them would be completely alone in the dark.
Another lamp went out. Nefertari looked over at Arsinoe. Her sister cried. She seemed to want to say something, but the gag did not allow it.
If we were not nailed to the cross, we could comfort each other, Arsinoe thought.
Another lamp went out. Now only two lamps burned. Both lights were flashing and flickering.
Another lamp went out. Now only a lonely light was burning near the closed doors. The flickering flame threw huge twitching shadows on the walls. Nefertari's tears shone like pearls in the lamplight.
Twenty-four hours, Arsinoe thought. Have I really been crucified for a whole day and a night?
She had no sense of time, but she was surprised that she was not exhausted, not tired, not ... dying.
You're young, the little voice in her head said. The priests are demanding young victims. So they last longer. You and your siblings will suffer for days. That is what the chief priest wants. He wants the cruel Arathne to be able to be fed on your torments for a long time.
You will not die tomorrow, Arsinoe! You are young and healthy. You are strong. It takes at least three days to kill you. At least! Maybe it takes even longer, who knows. There were crucified people who still lived after four days ...
With a soft puffing the last lamp went out. The last thing Arsinoe saw were her sister's eyes wide open. There was a plea in those eyes, a plea that was not answered.
Heavy darkness spread in the victim's room.
The darkness was thick for cutting.
Now Arsinoe was alone. She was alone in the dark. She did not even have eye contact with two of her siblings.
She only had contact with the cross, to which the three iron nails bound her relentlessly. She was in contact with the most horrible pain. She was sweating with pain. She trembled uncontrollably.
She could not see anything. So that's how a blind man felt. No matter how far you opened your eyes, you did not see anything - absolutely nothing!
But a blind man could feel with his stick and with his hands. A blind man was free and could walk around. A blind man did not hang on a cedarwood cross under tremendous pain. A blind man did not suffer from dread.
Arsinoe did not know if she wanted to fear death or wish death to come soon, so that the torment finally ceased. She suffered indescribably. Because she could no longer see anything, her other senses sharpened in an almost unnatural way, unfortunately also her sense of pain.
In the total darkness, the pain was even more appalling. It never stopped.
Desperately, Arsinoe tried to sit up as a new spasm went through her legs. She was sweating heavily. Sweat beads ran down her face. She gasped in the gag. She whimpered. She tried to move on the cross. It did not work. Her efforts only made the pain worse.
Arsinoe sank into the nailing. For a moment she was hanging very still. She felt exhausted. But she did not feel dying. She felt fit and strong. Icy horror crept up in her. The fitter and stronger she was, the longer the unbearable agony would last. Two days. Three days. Maybe even longer.
Arsinoe tried to pull herself up the crossbeam. Using all her strength, she managed a hand's breadth. Though wild blasts of pain shot through her nailed ankles and wrists, she jerked her legs up a little bit, though that did make the cramps even worse. Arsinoe pulled and dragged. She wanted to go up, no matter how.
Her aching arms began to tremble. Another terrible spasm shot through her bent legs. Her calves were shaking.

Arsinoe continued to pull herself up, but suddenly her arms gave way and she jerked down until she was almost squatting on her nailed feet.
Yelping, she knocked her head back. She screamed in pain. Out came a tiny hum, almost inaudible. Stars danced in front of her eyes. She was about to faint.
Completely exhausted, she hung on the cross as the gruesome pain filled her and consumed her from within.
She heard a low groan, a helpless humming. It seemed to come from far away. It had to be Nefertari. Her sister screamed in her gag. She screamed for her sister and brother. "Are you still alive? Do not leave me alone in this dreadful darkness! Answer me! Do you hear me?"
Arsinoe made no sound. The unnecessary fight on the cross had exhausted her to death. She hung in a kind of ghastly numbness on the cross, condemned to total motionlessness and suffering from inexpressible agony. She heard her little sister yell in her gag, but she could not answer.
Suddenly, from the opposite side of the great room, she heard a soft burble. Her sister went wet with fear. She urinated in fear. To the unbearable torments came the fear of being alone in the darkness, trapped in the depths of the pyramid.
I can not answer, Nefertari, Arsinoe thought. It hurts! I have such pain! I can not anymore! I'm at the end! I can not move anymore! I can not even call in my gag.
Oh, why do I not die? Why is there no end?
Once again, Arsinoe gathered her remaining strength. She pulled herself up a little and then she screamed into her gag as loud as she could. From the opposite side came answer. Nefertari grunted back. Arsinoe thought she could hear relief from her sister's muffled whimper.
From below the lid of the sarcophagus came also answer. Ahmose had heard his sisters and announced himself by a loud humming.

We're still alive, Arsinoe thought as she hung trembling on the cross. We still have each other. But death will soon tear us apart. Soon …
The darkness suddenly seemed to condense. It got colder in the big room. Arsinoe was startled. Her sweat-bathed body shivered.
Something came.
The goddess!
Arathne the cruel came!
She came to enjoy the agony of the victims.
Icy horror befell Arsinoe.
Something was here in the big room. She could feel it. Something lurked in the darkness. Something was waiting. Arsinoe felt cruel eyes in the darkness. It was there! It looked at her! At her and her siblings!
Now Nefertari was looked. The darkness did not protect her from the curious and cruel glances of the demonic presence that had entered the hall. Nefertari's naked body was defenseless against these looks.
The evil was there! It looked. It enjoyed the endless suffering of Arsinoe and the other victims. It was delighted in the agony of the victims.
Oh my siblings! Arsinoe thought. What do they to us! We will die under unimaginable torments!
Arsinoe knew it would take a long time. It could take two days or three. Maybe even longer ...
THE END

 

[Yabbiyabba]

Nice

 

[Jollyrei]

So terrifying to die helpless in darkness. The cruel god is a nice touch to ensure the naked victims are still viewed and experience their humiliation. Wonderful.

 

[Madiosi]

Unfortunately, I've in the CMCK only a few rare egypt shapes. Maybe want a other artist producing a cover-graphic or a few illustrations.
It would be great for the e-Book.

 

[Eulalia]

Unfortunately, I've in the CMCK only a few rare egypt shapes. Maybe want a other artist producing a cover-graphic or a few illustrations.
It would be great for the e-Book.

On DeviantArt, Darkness of Anubis has a lot of scenes in Egyptian tombs,
especially girls getting mummified -
https://www.deviantart.com/darknessofanubis/gallery/42004985/Mummy-Work
I don't think that artist is a member here, but would be a good choice to ilustrate
Sassi's scary story!