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Thessela And Scarlet Sin

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WitchQueen

WitchQueen

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Thessela said:
You might be next, Scarlet!
You might be next to me, sharing my suffering!
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Honestly Thessela my dear. I would love nothing more than to be stripped completely nude, beaten, then nailed through my wrists and ankles, and left to hang from my very own cross as you are. If such a thing were too happened I wonder if they would place my cross right next to yours or instead directly adjacent from you. That way we’d be force to watch each other wither and rive in our suffering.
 
Thessela said:
I would be so sad to see you suffer.
And so relieved to have someone to share my ordeal with.
Would we find strength in that?
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Yes. Despite how horrific and excruciating it would be for us both physically, mentally and spiritually to undergo. It would also unite us and strengthen out bond. I would gladly except and share this fate with you, Thessela. Let it be. Let them do to me as they have done to you. Let then rip the clothing from my very body, beat me, force me down onto my cross. Hammer in each nail with such force, one through each of my tender wrists and one through each of my heels and into the dense wood of the cross. Then raise me up and leave there broken and blood, alone with my agony, frantic thoughts.... and of course you, my dear Thessela. Across from the wide path we'll staring deep into each other with anguishes, sympathy but most importantly unity. Unity in our strength and in our grim fate together as two women with great fortitude.
 
Thessela said:
Tears run down my face.
They have treated you so cruelly!
I look into your eyes and see acceptance.
Sympathy.
Strength!
I am focused on you and what we share so deeply.
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My cross- the new extension of my body is raised up and planted firmly into the ground. Gravity takes control turning my whole body against me now, causing my weight to pull me down. Even with a frail, petite form as mine I feel as if hundreds of pounds of have been added to me. Pain quickly shoots like lightning from nails in my wrists and through my arms, shoulders and down my spine. I wince and clench my teeth forcing the scream back down like bitter wine. Small amounts of blood begin to ooze out of my nail wounds and slowly trickle down my arms. Even though my mind is focusing purely on this experience, I quickly notice the crowd of people observing my punishment. All they’re eyes greedily invade every naked crevice on me. I can feel each of they’re stares, it’s nothing compared to the physical pain. In all honesty I welcome the stares. Each one is a different expression and says exactly what every man and woman is thinking. Some stare with terror and pity at the sight of the poor crucified victims, silently praying to the gods that they never receive such a gruesome fate. Some stare with distain and hatred for the traitor, feeling gratified these bitches are getting a humiliating justified execution. And others stare with absolute delightful lust, caring not for what these souls like Thessela and I did to deserve this punishment. Whether we are really guilty or innocent of the crime we’ve been accused of. They just want to see the beautiful condemned suspended as if they were critics critiquing artwork made of thriving living flesh.


Once their eyes have taken in enough to have the image of us all crucified burned in their minds. They’ll return to their homes and pleasure themselves or fuck their spouses or one of their slaves if they’re wealthy to own one. Fine, let these bastards fantasize about our torment! Most will never know what the experience of crucifixion really is, most wont since they follow the laws strictly out of fear or because they’re families are of proud nobility and have ways to avoid such punishment. Only commoners, the poor, slaves and outsiders who rebelled are executed this way. Many of the gawkers here will later discuss in private how rare it was to see a devoted priestess of Diana/Artemis condemned so harshly and quickly as if she was a criminal. Let them gossip and speculate it matters not. They’d call me insane if they knew the truth. I couldn’t bear to be without dear Thessela, nor could I bear watching her take on this suffering of that cross alone. So I purposely put in motion the rumors that I had committed the same crime as Thessela. Once those rumors had spread like wild fire and it reached the ears of the authorities, I waited patiently in the temple for the guards to arrest me. They came and took me to trial, I confessed to the charges and the punishment was carried out.


My eyes lock with yours Thessela. Seeing the tears pour down your face brings a swell of mixed emotion within me. I’m moved by your sympathy for my plight. It kills me that the soldiers placed my cross so far away from yours. As much as it brings me solace to be in eyeshot of you, it hurts just as much as the very metal nails piercing my skin to be so far away from you. Over the crowd’s voices and the common every day city sounds, I manage to work up the energy to raise my voice and speak out to you.


“It’s alright, Thessela! There’s nothing more they can to us! Our punishment is our release! Our suffering is our passion! We no longer have to endure this hell anymore or the tyranny of these hypocrites! Our suffering on these crosses is our liberation; we’re both free women now! The goddess has deemed it so! We’ve been blessed! Embrace this moment with me and condemn the sycophants here that mock us!” I direct my attention at one of the faces in the crowd who’s been watching me since my cross was first raised, some wealthy noble who watches not out of fear or lust but out of pure hate. I curse at him, calling him- “the empire’s royal cock sucker.” and spit right in his face. He quickly retaliates by shouting- “Dirty, treasonous whore! Your torment will be everything but swift!” He picks up a palm sized rock from the ground and throws it at me, striking me in the forehead. Blood runs down passed my eyes and onto my lips. The copper taste fills my mouth. I simply shoot him a mocking smirk and bring my attention back at sweet Thessela’s face.

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I can't believe that you are here with me!
That you are sharing this with me.
But why?
They are so cruel. I will not look at them. I watch you, beautiful in your suffering.
So many people are enjoying our pain, our helpless shame!
We are naked and exposed to them, humiliated. We must endure. We have no choice.
Oh goddess the nails hurt so much!
I can't bare it! My weight on the nails, tearing, like fire!
"It’s alright, Thessela! There’s nothing more they can to us! Our punishment is our release! Our suffering is our passion!"
Your words give me strength again dear Scarlet.
 
post by Phlebas that should have been moved here with the Thes/ SS story, sorry :oops:

Watching from the crowd, I see the nails pierce your slim wrists, your body arched in agony as you are pinned to your cross.
I see you raised, weight thrown forward as the crosses swing upright. Two women crucified together.
Your eyes meet, one to another, seeking comfort, sharing pain. Your bodies move as if dancing together, dancing for our pleasure.
Two women given wholly to the cross.
 
This is hard. I went with the crowd. Two lovely women. What did they do to warrant such cruelty. Forced to the ground. The first girl, ah, such admirable defiance. I don't want to watch, but my eyes won't move. Spikes in wrists, and the welling of blood. She rises on her cross. The second girl watches, resignation and terror. She blushes as they strip her and lay her down. I shudder as she screams.
Raised up on display, they stare at each other as if to gain strength. A fellowship of suffering, willing themselves not to die alone. I have to leave. I can't watch this travesty.
Like the other man nearby, I stay. They have a poignant beauty, an almost triumphant vulnerability.
 
Jollyrei said:
This is hard. I went with the crowd. Two lovely women. What did they do to warrant such cruelty. Forced to the ground. The first girl, ah, such admirable defiance. I don't want to watch, but my eyes won't move. Spikes in wrists, and the welling of blood. She rises on her cross. The second girl watches, resignation and terror. She blushes as they strip her and lay her down. I shudder as she screams.
Raised up on display, they stare at each other as if to gain strength. A fellowship of suffering, willing themselves not to die alone. I have to leave. I can't watch this travesty.
Like the other man nearby, I stay. They have a poignant beauty, an almost triumphant vulnerability.
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The pain going through in both of my whole arms has become unbearable now. The weight of my torso (as thin as I am barely weighing over 100 lbs) takes its toll on me and I’m starting to have difficult time breathing. The inside of my chest feels as if the hands of Pluto/Hades are clenching my lungs. On top of that it feels as if I’m carrying a large boulder in my stomach. I muster up my strength, pushing myself up, muscles (what little I have) flexes and strain raising my body up. The tension in my arms and shoulders feel some relief, but the sharp metallic stinging of the nails in my poor wrists persist. Except now a whole new pain emerges from nails in my heels, as I apply all weight onto my nailed feet and in return I’m rewarded with tremendous pain almost as greater then the pain from my wrists. A groaning screech more suitable to come from a wounded animal then a human being leeks right through my gritting teeth, but the small temporary reprieve of pain in my arms and back is a blessing I’m willing to take…. for now. At least breathing has become easier.


“Distraction…..” I whisper to myself. “I- I need to distract myself from this damn agony…” My eyes franticly scan the sea of faces gathered all around for anything…. anything at all that could take my mind off this living nightmare. My sight is drawn to a woman and man in the crowd. Both are the few people who seem to actually sympathize with Thessela and I, unlike many other citizens who cheered calling as traitorous cunts or others who watch and give away their lusty thoughts on their faces, once seeing two displayed nude females in the open. You’d think they’ve seen a naked woman before, but the way the leer and lick their lips it’s as if it was their first time. The man and woman (Eulalia& Jollyri) look familiar somehow, I can’t recall where I may have seen the before. Perhaps at the temple when I was performing my holy duties along with the other priestesses. If they were closer I’d ask them. Small talk would be good even in such a horrible situation as this. Another groan comes up from my throat again. By the gods the pain…… ohhhh gods the pain is horrendous! I grit my teeth trying to force the sound back. The pain in my heels burns like the fires of Hades! I don’t think I can withstand this position much longer. Both my feet and legs are begging me to slide back down and relieve them of this burning. But I don’t want to, not yet anyway, just a little while longer please so I may receive oxygen better.


I look around the crowd some more trying to see if I recognize anyone’s face but nothing. Every time my eyes bounce to one part of the crowd, they automatically go back to Thessela. Ohh my sweet, sweet Thessela. You don’t deserve this, none of it. I know deep down whatever they accused you of is a lie and you’re innocent! Even if there is some law you’ve broken or if you disobeyed your masters, this punishment is far too cruel to be inflicted on one as wonderful and generous as you. How could they do such a thing to you?


“Thessela? ….. Thessela…. can you hear me?” I force my voice as loud as I can to stand out and reach her ears over the constant roar of the crowd.


“I must know what led you down this path?! How and why did a sister of mine get sentenced to the worst execution Rome has ever devised?! Please tell me, I must know before merciful death comes for us!”
 
Two women given wholly to the cross.
I am captivated, I can't help myself. Watching their struggle, their fight for life in the face of the inevitable.
Crucifixion is cruel that way, a slow death that forces a fight for every minute more of life. No easy exit for them.
Two lovely young women, what has brought them here? Sometimes I think this is just for the amusement of some functionary, or the jealousy of some official. There is nothing I can do, the justice of Rome is like a grinding stone, relentless and unstopable. Best stay out of it's way!
They seem to be know to each other, they seek comfort in each other. I wish them well, for that is all the comfort they will find here. Blood and sweat, and humiliating mockery as they writhe naked for the crowd, that is all they will know from this point on.
It is a shame. Such a waste! Those sweet lips, those gentle curves will know no other lover now, except the cross. They move sinuously, almost erotically, as they struggle.
Such a waste.
I think I will stay a while longer, and keep watch with them
 
There is a sound, like an animal.
It is me! Grunting and groaning with pain and effort.
Goddess this is hard, I am not strong enough.
That wealthy man there, he wanted me.
I refused him. A man like him, used to having what he wanted.
He set out to destroy me. And his wife, jealous and hateful.
They made false accusation against me, had me convicted.
Crucified.
Goddess it is so unfair! And dear Scarlet too!
But that man, he did not get me! He did not have me.
He can look at what he desired but he will never have me!
 
Thessela said:
There is a sound, like an animal.
It is me! Grunting and groaning with pain and effort.
Goddess this is hard, I am not strong enough.
That wealthy man there, he wanted me.
I refused him. A man like him, used to having what he wanted.
He set out to destroy me. And his wife, jealous and hateful.
They made false accusation against me, had me convicted.
Crucified.
Goddess it is so unfair! And dear Scarlet too!
But that man, he did not get me! He did not have me.
He can look at what he desired but he will never have me!
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Theesela’s words move through me with a mixture of grief, sympathy and rage. Of course, that’s how it always starts. Rarely is it ever actual criminals who have committed detestable acts who are really punished. It is us, the commoners, slaves and poor who are used as scapegoats by the damn Roman nobility. Bastards! Fucking bastards all of them! Damn them for using us as pawns in they’re political chess game! It should be them nailed to these crosses not the innocent like poor Theesela or any of the other crucified along with us here. So much for the pure Roman justice the politicians constantly shove down our throats. Most likely this man and his bitch of a wife made false accusations to the city officials that Theesela betrayed the empire by consorting with rebels. And since I’ve willingly confessed to the same false crime as hers, the empire has condemned us both as traitors and rebels.


“Oh Theesela…, my poor sweet Theesela. I’m so sorry for this travesty that has befallen you. You don’t deserve any of this. It’s these royal fucking Roman bastards that deserve this torment!” One of the Roman soldiers standing guard who’s in charged of crucifying prisoners hears my words and shouts.


“Cease your rhetoric, fallen whore of Diana!” I jerk my head towards him and bark back at him.


“TO HADES WITH YOU, SCUM! MAY DIANA STRIKE YOU DEAD WITH HER DIVINE ARROWS!” And I spit at him. The Roman soldier’s face turns as red as his tunic. He reaches for one of the cat o'nine tails and begins to violently scourge me over my chest, stomach and legs thirteen times. I let out a loud scream for each slash; it’s the first time I’ve truly screamed while on my cross. Now that my screams have finally escaped my throat, I know more will come later. A mocking laugh burst out of the guard’s mouth.

“Very good, bitch! That’s the kind of sermon I’d rather her from the pretty mouths of your kind and it pleases the crowd too. We’d rather hear your wails and screams. So keep your pathetic prayers to Diana to yourself! Perhaps if your goddess will rescue you and that slave whore hanging next to you, but I doubt the gods themselves have any sympathy for traitors.


The stinging of my newly made whip marks are welcomed by the pain from the nails in my heels. They quickly interrupt my anger with increasing aggression, surging up my legs and into the base of my spine. The fresh whip marks slowly bleed, running down my once tender skin. By the gods, it’s just like the sensation I felt before when I was hanging by my wrists, only in reverse now. It’s hard to imagine which pain is worse. No matter which position I choose the piercing of all four nails revel in the invasion of my flesh with delight and further mock me with every little inch I move. And on top of this excruciation gravity continues to conspire against me. I tilt my head back, feeling the hard grain of the wood against my scalp and look up at the sky. The golden light of Helios/Apollo slowly starts to fade behind murky clouds and the once vibrant blue sky darkens. Thunder begins with a murmur and gradually grows lauder. I pray quietly.

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This is great crux writing, loving it! :)
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Eulalia said:
This is great crux writing, loving it! :)
We do prefer thumbnails to full-size pics, though we aren't dictatorial about it -
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OOC (Out of character) *Thank you. It's very nice to read such a lovely complement towards my little story. I wasn't sure what people were thinking of it. I welcome constructive criticism. I apologize about the pic size, I had no idea that it matter if I posted it as full size or as a thumbnail. I’ll change it right now and from now on any pics in future posts, I’ll keep it as a thumbnail. Thanks for informing me. I wouldn’t want the owner of this wonderful site to have to pay more then they have to because of me.*
 
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