Andyman
Senator
When the mutilated body finally ceased moving I returned with my comrades to the barracks thinking of her unusual case.
She was the very first woman condemned by a newly appointed judge who was a gentle old man who never before sentenced a woman to be crucified. Given her sins he had no option but to sentence her to death, but he ordered us to spare her dying full naked. Consequently she was the very first criminal to be crucified in our town NOT naked.
Well, it doesn't mean that she was crucified in her casual clothes.
She must be and was stripped full naked to be flogged and then she was unclothed again before nailing to make her feel the deepest shame and fear before she will loose her sences from pain. She was still full naked when being lifted up and nailed by feet. Only than her crotch was covered with a special cloth, invented by our centurion.
This invention was perhaps far from the judge's vision. But the judge was not present at execution site so he couldn't protest.
In short, her gown was replaced with 4"x4" linen square, put flat on her genitals and pushed with fingers deep into her groins, between the inner side of her upper thighs and the roundness of her major labia, covering the vulva fissure but revealing the hairy pubic mound above. No string nor rope was used: as long as she didn't spread her legs wide open, the natural pressure between the thigh and vulva and the friction between the fabric and the naked skin was significant enough to keep the lightweighted snippet of fabric in place. At least we supposed so. And this was proved during her twelve hour long dance of death, well, at least when we repeated the pushing our fingers into her groin few times each hour to correct the loosened cloth. It gave the additional shame for the condemned but it was a pleasure for us and some of us were touching her more than it was necessary, including our centurion. He found it especially funny to push his fingers additionally into her vagina, thus leaving a visible "cameltoe" in the middle of the cloth.
And in fact, it was not a proper clothing for a decent woman. The heads of three big nails, hammered into her wrists and feet, covered more area of her skin than this cloth.
Moreover, we chose the light brown dyed linen so it was hardly distinguishable from her light brown bushy pubic hairs, so the cloth was practically invisible from the distance of few metres.
And when we saw that she was exhausted and she finally stopped lifting her body up, we ceased to fix her loosening outfit, so she finally died with her vulva nearly uncovered, but in the moment of her death she was hardly conscious and didn't react to anything, so she was not aware of that.
I cannot remove any of the nails so I removed this cloth when we were to depart and kept it as a talisman. Her dead body was left full naked nailed to the cross. But after a weekend no more than a skeleton with few strips of skin and hair was left. It was a busy weekend for the flock of vultures.
Maybe this skimpy outfit was the reason why she didn't look thankful for this act of extraordinary mercy when during her agony. And yet having few square inches of your skin covered in the most intimate place was better than being totally nude, wasn't it?
She was the very first woman condemned by a newly appointed judge who was a gentle old man who never before sentenced a woman to be crucified. Given her sins he had no option but to sentence her to death, but he ordered us to spare her dying full naked. Consequently she was the very first criminal to be crucified in our town NOT naked.
Well, it doesn't mean that she was crucified in her casual clothes.
She must be and was stripped full naked to be flogged and then she was unclothed again before nailing to make her feel the deepest shame and fear before she will loose her sences from pain. She was still full naked when being lifted up and nailed by feet. Only than her crotch was covered with a special cloth, invented by our centurion.
This invention was perhaps far from the judge's vision. But the judge was not present at execution site so he couldn't protest.
In short, her gown was replaced with 4"x4" linen square, put flat on her genitals and pushed with fingers deep into her groins, between the inner side of her upper thighs and the roundness of her major labia, covering the vulva fissure but revealing the hairy pubic mound above. No string nor rope was used: as long as she didn't spread her legs wide open, the natural pressure between the thigh and vulva and the friction between the fabric and the naked skin was significant enough to keep the lightweighted snippet of fabric in place. At least we supposed so. And this was proved during her twelve hour long dance of death, well, at least when we repeated the pushing our fingers into her groin few times each hour to correct the loosened cloth. It gave the additional shame for the condemned but it was a pleasure for us and some of us were touching her more than it was necessary, including our centurion. He found it especially funny to push his fingers additionally into her vagina, thus leaving a visible "cameltoe" in the middle of the cloth.
And in fact, it was not a proper clothing for a decent woman. The heads of three big nails, hammered into her wrists and feet, covered more area of her skin than this cloth.
Moreover, we chose the light brown dyed linen so it was hardly distinguishable from her light brown bushy pubic hairs, so the cloth was practically invisible from the distance of few metres.
And when we saw that she was exhausted and she finally stopped lifting her body up, we ceased to fix her loosening outfit, so she finally died with her vulva nearly uncovered, but in the moment of her death she was hardly conscious and didn't react to anything, so she was not aware of that.
I cannot remove any of the nails so I removed this cloth when we were to depart and kept it as a talisman. Her dead body was left full naked nailed to the cross. But after a weekend no more than a skeleton with few strips of skin and hair was left. It was a busy weekend for the flock of vultures.
Maybe this skimpy outfit was the reason why she didn't look thankful for this act of extraordinary mercy when during her agony. And yet having few square inches of your skin covered in the most intimate place was better than being totally nude, wasn't it?
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