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qasqas
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Very amazing !
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Deleted member jedakk
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The executioners leave Sabina to hang and struggle until she is exhausted and less able to resist before they nail her feet. This also provides more of a show for the crowd, displaying that this slave is receiving the full measure of justice. As her screams continue and her naked body writhes, the executioners and others pass the time chatting, giving her only a quick glance from time to time.
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Hardly seems worthwhile nailing her feet unless it would hold her legs spread opened...
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Deleted member jedakk
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On a round post like that, it should tend to angle her knees apart. Closing them together would twist her wounds against the nails in her feet, make her pay a price in pain and break her will pretty quickly.
Then get more spikes!!!
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Deleted member jedakk
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Sabina's struggles grow weaker. The executioner glances at her to see if she has exhausted herself yet so their job will be easier.
Her eyes roll back and her tense body goes limp as she faints, suspended by the nails in her wrists.
She only has a few minutes of relief from the pain before consciousness returns, and with it the horrific agony of the cross. Even so, she has not yet experienced the full excruciating pain that will come. She struggles weakly. It is time for the execution to proceed.
Her eyes roll back and her tense body goes limp as she faints, suspended by the nails in her wrists.
She only has a few minutes of relief from the pain before consciousness returns, and with it the horrific agony of the cross. Even so, she has not yet experienced the full excruciating pain that will come. She struggles weakly. It is time for the execution to proceed.
"My goodness, she yells enough" the woman in red exclaims. "I can't wait until they nail her feet!"
willowfall
Senator
I suspect there are times they didn't. Having done chin ups and pullups (and being hung by my wrists only) I can't even being to imagine the pain of being suspended off the ground by 2 nails thru my wrists.
And the agonizing screams is a good part of the 'deterrent' value of a cruxing.
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willowfall
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Deleted member jedakk
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The executioner and his two helpers begin the next part of Sabina's crucifixion. Antius, the executioner, holds the cornu he will set in place for her to rest on when agony drives her to trade humiliation and sexual torture for some relief from the nails and exhaustion. Hercules, one of the Nubians serving as an executioner's helper, lifts Sabina's thighs and hips, pulling her lower body outward to give Antius room to place the cornu. Ajax, the other Nubian executioner's helper, holds the rope he will use to tie her feet together and rope them in place to be nailed to the cross.
Sabina, already exhausted from struggling and in agony from the nails in her wrists, does not resist.
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Sabina, already exhausted from struggling and in agony from the nails in her wrists, does not resist.
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woodflesh
Magistrate
Yes. Because the nails do not go through the hands, they are driven in the wrists, so massive bones can take the weight.
woodflesh
Magistrate
I am looking forward to the foot nailing, it's so arousing. I would like to watch her reactions with four nails in her flesh during a whole day and night, and even for a longer time. I am sure: I would watch her whole dance on the cross, until her last breath...
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Deleted member jedakk
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In this scene, the executioner shows Sabina the cornu he is about to set in place in the post behind her. This is probably the last time she will see it, but she will feel it many times over the coming days as that horn slides up into her vagina or rectum and her weight rests on the short horizontal part of it. She lifts her left leg protectively as she stares in horror.
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Deleted member jedakk
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It's all on the "Jedakk's Masterpiece" thread already! I will only post pictures from it here if they happen to fit the topic of this thread.
woodflesh
Magistrate
Oh thank you, I really can't stop watching it. The only thing missing is hearing her screams.
Hmm... she looks concerned with their idea. But really, it's for her own good!
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Deleted member jedakk
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Antius the executioner sets the cornu in place behind Sabina, tapping the wedge in solidly beneath it to be sure it cannot loosen over the coming days. The strokes of his hammer rattle the patibulum and send shock waves through the nails and stabs of pain in her wounded wrists.
Meanwhile Ajax, the executioner's helper tightens a loop of rope around Sabina's right ankle, preparing to rope her feet together, and then to the cross. She knows this will be to hold them tightly in place so she will not be able to move them when the executioner places the point of a nail against them and draws back his hammer. She spreads her left leg out, away from his reach to perhaps forestall what is coming, even for a moment, and forgetting modesty entirely. These moments without some new pain are all she has now.
Hercules, the executioner's helper holding her legs and buttocks contemplates her sex and has some thoughts of his own.
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Meanwhile Ajax, the executioner's helper tightens a loop of rope around Sabina's right ankle, preparing to rope her feet together, and then to the cross. She knows this will be to hold them tightly in place so she will not be able to move them when the executioner places the point of a nail against them and draws back his hammer. She spreads her left leg out, away from his reach to perhaps forestall what is coming, even for a moment, and forgetting modesty entirely. These moments without some new pain are all she has now.
Hercules, the executioner's helper holding her legs and buttocks contemplates her sex and has some thoughts of his own.
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Scene 14x3-102 says everything what you wrote above.
And how desperate Sabina must have been to forget about modesty and unceremoniously show her intimate parts to gaze of crowd! The crowd in front of her and Hercules have a great obscene view of her. Sabina is really shameless bitch!
And how desperate Sabina must have been to forget about modesty and unceremoniously show her intimate parts to gaze of crowd! The crowd in front of her and Hercules have a great obscene view of her. Sabina is really shameless bitch!
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Deleted member jedakk
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I'm going to quote the part of the story that describes what happens next, even though it might be a bit much. This would have been a rough draft, not a finished part of the story, but I don't intend to go back and polish it now. For those who aren't familiar with the story, Hercules is the Nubian holding Sabina's buttocks and legs, Ajax is the one tying her right ankle, and Antius is the one with the hammer. Anyway, here's the passage:
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I felt Hercules adjust his stance, then his right hand, which had been gripping my buttocks, moved and slid up between my wide-spread legs from behind and took hold of my porcella. I jerked my head down to look, saw only his fingertips curling up around my abdomen from below. I let out a sigh. He had me, and there was nothing I could do about it.
He gave my porcella a hard squeeze, then I felt one of his fingertips curl around, sliding down the length of my cleft, probing and feeling as it went until it came to the deeper place at the entrance to my vagina. I knew what was coming.
My buttocks clenched instinctively, protectively. Uselessly. I gasped, then let my breath out in a moan, helpless, straining as if there were anything I could do to keep him out of me.
I felt his rough, dry fingertip move deeper, find my warm wetness, and push its way into me, making me squirm my hips, try to push back. “Ohhh!” I moaned, and everyone watching saw what he was doing to me, heard my tone of fear and defeat, saw me staring wide-eyed down at my crotch, and laughed. I was so humiliated!
I expected something like this, knew I’d be violated somehow, before… I thought. They can do anything they want to me. My body belongs to them, now, not to me.
“Io, Ajax, this girl’s cunnus is tight as a gnat’s ass! And that’s just on my finger! Whoo! Feel her squirm! Stick your cock in this and she’d milk it like a cow’s teat!” Hercules laughed.
Ajax joined in laughing. “What a shame we didn’t get to try her out last night! Now we’ll never find out! You should check her asshole, bet it’s squeezed so tight about now that Antius couldn’t even drive a nail up inside it!”
Despite my misery and humiliation, the revolting feeling of Hercules’ finger inside of me, I was aware of what Antius was doing. Even though the two Nubians were holding me, violating me, roping my feet, Antius was the man with the hammer. Antius was the one who had driven nails through my wrists and was going to drive the nails through my feet, too. No matter what these others did to me, I always wanted to know where he was and what he was doing, or about to do to me.
I saw him standing to my right side, reaching behind my back to work between me and the cross. I could see his movement, feel every tap of his hammer. I knew what he was doing, had seen it all before. He was setting the cornu in place in its socket, its horn pointing up, fitting the wedge in underneath it. I felt his tapping through the nails in my throbbing wrists, small shocks where rough iron met bone, my tense body jerking with each one.
Hercules laughed again. “Her cunnus clamps down on my finger every time Antius taps with his hammer!”
The crowd laughed at that. A woman shouted, “Better be glad she doesn’t have teeth down there or she’d bite it off!”
A man shouted back, “A good reason to stick your finger in first and test it before you poke your cock in!”
Then Antius’ swings lengthened, delivering the last hard, solid blows that drove the wedge in tightly, never to come out. Each blow rattled the cross, jolting the nails in my wounds, sending shocks echoing through the bones of my arms, each one dragging a groan out of me. The pain was excruciating!
“Oh gods, please stop! Stop!” I heard myself begging him. But Antius only laughed and kept on with his work.
Hercules said, “She really has some muscles in there! Stuff her full of walnuts and she’d crack them and spit them out of there all shelled for you!”
“She’d crack YOUR nuts, more likely, if you ever got it in her!” A woman in the crowd laughed.
“Well, I think it’s sad!” Ajax announced. “She really was sitting on a gold mine! Now all she’s good for is squeezing a man’s finger, and there’s not much market for that!”
“Well, a few days with that cornu will loosen up her cunnus! Only ones who’ll say she was a great piece of ass then are that bunch of crows over there!” Hercules said, wistfully.
Hercules slid his finger out of me, leaving a tingle deep inside of my vagina that throbbed with every heartbeat. I needed to clamp my thighs together, squeeze my porcella, rub it, anything to quiet the sensation, but there was nothing I could do but try to will it to subside. And everything else that was happening to me, agony in my wrists, pain everywhere, and now the anticipation of what they were about to do to my feet, all of it should have been enough to force the feeling in my vagina far into the background. But it didn’t.
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Deleted member jedakk
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Some more of the story, Sabina telling this part:
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Antius’ right arm, the one with the hammer, dropped to his side, and he was reaching behind me with his left arm. I knew he was shaking the cornu, checking that it was tight and solid, ready to bear my weight. For what remained of my life.
Ajax reached out, seized my left ankle and looped the rope around it. I wanted to struggle, pull my leg away from him, anything to delay what I knew was coming. I begged him to stop, to leave me alone, even knowing that he couldn’t, would never do that. They had to finish.
Ajax laughed at me like I was a fool. I had been sentenced to the cross, and that meant nailing my feet. He ordered me to be still. The memory of Hercules’ finger probing inside of me reminded me that they could hurt me, do anything they wanted to me if I resisted. I took a deep breath, my body trembling, closed my eyes and tried to force myself to stop struggling.
I didn’t want them to hurt me anymore, didn’t want to endure having my feet nailed to the cross! But I couldn’t keep hanging by my wrists, either, the pain getting worse moment by moment. I didn’t have any choice, but then it wasn’t up to me anyway.
The crowd had moved in closer now that I was hanging on the cross, everyone trying to get a better look at the naked, suffering slave girl. As I drew in one gasping breath after another, fighting back my panic, the agony in my wrists, my burning shoulders, I could hear them mocking me and laughing.
I was sobbing, trembling in terror, pain and humiliation. I felt, rather than saw, as Ajax pulled my ankles together, arranged them side by side and wound the rope around them. He wrapped it between my ankles and pulled it down tight, not bothering to knot it. It would only have to secure my feet for a few moments.
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