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Yupar
Regina Iudaeorum
gregorsamsa45
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Roman flooging was quite good. But I prefer the pirate and islamic one
Andyman
Senator
Golgotha hill
The procurator wiped his hands on a towel and read the sentence. The messiah would die on the cross. The crowd cheered and applauded his verdict. The public enemy number one, he who could bring the Rome's anger to the heads of the Jews, was finally eliminated, now the peace could be restored.
Two other criminals waiting for their fate weren't even mentioned. No one remembered them at the moment. No one even noticed the woman who came crawling from behind and cut the ropes. One of the thieves jumped into the thick crowd of people in no time. The guards had no chance to catch him. But they caught a brave woman.
"Why did you freed him?", asked the procurator two minutes later.
"I love him and I could never let him to die such a horrible way!", cried the woman.
"Didn't you fear the death? Because he ran away and now I must punish you!", asked Pilatus.
"He will gather his men and rescue me, I am sure! We are strong and brave and proud!", cried the woman passionately.
" At least you are strong and brave, and proud, but you are a mutineer yourself, as I see", nodded Pilatus, "So, let it be. You proved to be strong, brave and proud cutting his ropes; let's see how strong, brave and proud you will be while nailed to the cross! Pone femina crucem!"
"Long live the freedom!", shouted the woman and she were smashed in the face and taken out to the barracks, to be properly whipped and raped before the crucifixion.
Half an hour later the messiah was crucified on the Golgotha hill and on his left and right two thieves were hanged, having hips turned and knees bent towards him. No hero lover showed up to rescue the brave and proud woman. And the woman, now shamelessly publicly naked and cruelly nailed to the wood, proved to be no longer brave nor proud, crying, weeping, cursing the false king, shouting and writhing and spreading her knees in pain, showing everyone her private places.
The crowd came to the hilltop to watch the messiah agony. The Pilatus were too high ranked an officer to do the same, but his centurion together with the jewish priests and officials came to the hill to see the false king dying. But when the people realized that one of the nude bodies belonged to the wide-assed, big-breasted, hairy-cunted sex bomb they gathered mostly under her cross feet, watching, cursing and mocking her together with her messiah, until she felt as humiliated and debased as an animal.
So, she proved to be no more proud and brave, but as worthless and dehumanized as any common slave, when she realized that she was horribly wrong and naive and that no one was going to risk his life in order to save her... but, to her misfortune, she proved to be strong - at least strong enough to survive on the cross two days more despite the terrific pain, thirst, hunger, exhaustion and despair. The messiah died at the Friday evening, her comrade in the Saturday at noon, but she was still alive in Sunday morning, when the news emerged between the Jews that the messiah resurrected and his grave was empty. But no one was interested in breaking her legs nor piercing her breasts so she writhed and rattled for many hours more, until her body finally ceased to breathe and dance and begun to rot.
The procurator wiped his hands on a towel and read the sentence. The messiah would die on the cross. The crowd cheered and applauded his verdict. The public enemy number one, he who could bring the Rome's anger to the heads of the Jews, was finally eliminated, now the peace could be restored.
Two other criminals waiting for their fate weren't even mentioned. No one remembered them at the moment. No one even noticed the woman who came crawling from behind and cut the ropes. One of the thieves jumped into the thick crowd of people in no time. The guards had no chance to catch him. But they caught a brave woman.
"Why did you freed him?", asked the procurator two minutes later.
"I love him and I could never let him to die such a horrible way!", cried the woman.
"Didn't you fear the death? Because he ran away and now I must punish you!", asked Pilatus.
"He will gather his men and rescue me, I am sure! We are strong and brave and proud!", cried the woman passionately.
" At least you are strong and brave, and proud, but you are a mutineer yourself, as I see", nodded Pilatus, "So, let it be. You proved to be strong, brave and proud cutting his ropes; let's see how strong, brave and proud you will be while nailed to the cross! Pone femina crucem!"
"Long live the freedom!", shouted the woman and she were smashed in the face and taken out to the barracks, to be properly whipped and raped before the crucifixion.
Half an hour later the messiah was crucified on the Golgotha hill and on his left and right two thieves were hanged, having hips turned and knees bent towards him. No hero lover showed up to rescue the brave and proud woman. And the woman, now shamelessly publicly naked and cruelly nailed to the wood, proved to be no longer brave nor proud, crying, weeping, cursing the false king, shouting and writhing and spreading her knees in pain, showing everyone her private places.
The crowd came to the hilltop to watch the messiah agony. The Pilatus were too high ranked an officer to do the same, but his centurion together with the jewish priests and officials came to the hill to see the false king dying. But when the people realized that one of the nude bodies belonged to the wide-assed, big-breasted, hairy-cunted sex bomb they gathered mostly under her cross feet, watching, cursing and mocking her together with her messiah, until she felt as humiliated and debased as an animal.
So, she proved to be no more proud and brave, but as worthless and dehumanized as any common slave, when she realized that she was horribly wrong and naive and that no one was going to risk his life in order to save her... but, to her misfortune, she proved to be strong - at least strong enough to survive on the cross two days more despite the terrific pain, thirst, hunger, exhaustion and despair. The messiah died at the Friday evening, her comrade in the Saturday at noon, but she was still alive in Sunday morning, when the news emerged between the Jews that the messiah resurrected and his grave was empty. But no one was interested in breaking her legs nor piercing her breasts so she writhed and rattled for many hours more, until her body finally ceased to breathe and dance and begun to rot.
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Andyman
Senator
Golgotha hill - supplement
Friday, before the sunset. The body of the freshly dead messiah was pierced with a spear. A hour later the nails were removed and the body delivered to the family and his students to be quickly entombed. But the thieves were left on their crosses.
"They are out of the walls, not in the city", told the centurion to the priests, "So, you shall not be afraid of the formal impurity. They are still alive and fresh, and we can leave them there and return after the Passover holiday to collect the bodies."
"But the bodies are visible from the city walls and they are nude. Please cover their nakedness if possible, at last the nakedness of the woman!"
"It is not possible. A crucifixion is a crucifixion, they must die naked, a woman same as a man. Simply don't climb the city walls in order to look at the victims during the holidays. By the way, you are not allowed by your laws to travel this far in shabbat, are you?"
And the priests departed, and the thieves remained on their crosses, dancing and crying all the night. And then the man died and he was not delivered from his cross due to holidays, but his dead body was partially eaten by the crows. And the strong woman stayed still alive and she danced and cried all the holidays and the night after the holidays, when the crowds return to see her debased, dying of hunger and thirst, and totally exhausted. But she is still alive and she was still spreading her legs, moaning and howling in pain, making them laugh at her, until the third sunset. And after witnessing the third sunset hanging on her cross, she finally gave her last breathe and her corpse was eaten by worms, crows and vultures together with the corpse of her companion.
Friday, before the sunset. The body of the freshly dead messiah was pierced with a spear. A hour later the nails were removed and the body delivered to the family and his students to be quickly entombed. But the thieves were left on their crosses.
"They are out of the walls, not in the city", told the centurion to the priests, "So, you shall not be afraid of the formal impurity. They are still alive and fresh, and we can leave them there and return after the Passover holiday to collect the bodies."
"But the bodies are visible from the city walls and they are nude. Please cover their nakedness if possible, at last the nakedness of the woman!"
"It is not possible. A crucifixion is a crucifixion, they must die naked, a woman same as a man. Simply don't climb the city walls in order to look at the victims during the holidays. By the way, you are not allowed by your laws to travel this far in shabbat, are you?"
And the priests departed, and the thieves remained on their crosses, dancing and crying all the night. And then the man died and he was not delivered from his cross due to holidays, but his dead body was partially eaten by the crows. And the strong woman stayed still alive and she danced and cried all the holidays and the night after the holidays, when the crowds return to see her debased, dying of hunger and thirst, and totally exhausted. But she is still alive and she was still spreading her legs, moaning and howling in pain, making them laugh at her, until the third sunset. And after witnessing the third sunset hanging on her cross, she finally gave her last breathe and her corpse was eaten by worms, crows and vultures together with the corpse of her companion.
iuiu38
Magistrate
Magnificent drawings. Could you illustrate how to be crucified on a tree by only one woman by tying the patibulum to the trunk of the tree, and how to slide the rope to raise the crossbar and then fix it? I thought the feet would first climb onto a stone, then be fixed to the tree with a rope and finally nailed.
Yupar
Regina Iudaeorum
That is very rude to crucify women like men. Roman Laws must be questioned.
It is very injustice for a woman to be executed as naked men. A female prisoner must be provided loincloth to avoid obscene spectacles for the crowd. And those male organs should not be in her eyes side for her modesty. If there is i get a chance to be a female senator in the Rome..i will amend those laws to protect modesty for public sights. .
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
The Messiah hoped for divine rescue.
She hoped for eartly rescue.
Neither of these rescues would come...
Andyman
Senator
The cross was invented to strip the victim of any hope. The story of a death on a cross was meant to be as hopeless and sad as possible...
Andyman
Senator
I will think of something of a kind. Last month I thought more about the simple but efficient traditional methods of lifting a beam up the stipes or lifting the whole cross from horizontal to vertical. Some phases of the process are still not clear to me.
Andyman
Senator
The passion play #2
This year the community decided to prepare the passion play in our church with the real nails and along other historical facts. We heard about the success of the passion play in the Holy Cow parish last year and we decided to prepare the similar show. Our little church was built in the middle of the town, so we agreed the details with the local authorities and decided to make a public show in the middle of the square, free for all the visitors, believers or not. The local bishop, the parish priests and the vice mayor agreed that the actor playing Jesus himself should be crucified in a loincloth in order not to violate religious feelings of the citizens. The two thieves would be crucified together with him. All three would hang on the crosses for an hour, between 14:00 and 15:00. The words of the thieves and of Jesus would be read by the lector, because the crucified actors could not be able to talk. No TV nor official media would be present, but the viewers were allowed to make shots and record videos (for their private use only). We agreed to sell no tickets, so everyone could take part in the show.
I was engaged in the preparations together with my husband and this was our idea, accepted eagerly by the mayor and the bishop, that we could play a role of the thieves, thus representing all the humanity, men and women. We leaved all the details to our team, and we signed the papers, taking the full responsibilty and allowing the executors to follow the orders of the chief of all the staff, the experienced physician himself, disguised as a centurion, during the show with not consulting us.
In the very day of a passion play, a Good Friday, we were taken to the square together with a procession of members of the church, leaded by the bishop, while the city officials and other citizens were waiting us. We were barefoot, clothed with simple tunics, easy to be removed, and the loincloths underneath and we were loaded with our patibulum beams.
When the Messiah was being hammered to the patibulum, I looked around and for the first time I felt strange and terrified. I felt prepared for the pain but the vast crowd of people really surprised me and the presence of the highest city and church authorities was intimidating. I realized that not only the bishop with all priests and all the city officials and police officers would see me, all my kins and all my friends, but as well all my neighbours, my boss and work colleagues, and all the people who dislike me less or more, including a retired history professor, an old lady who was my and my husband personal enemy. And the huge quantity of the smartphones ready to be used scared me a little, too. As an actress I used to be filmed and I was ready to be scantily clothed while crucified, but I was not especially happy realizing that the people who hated me would see me half naked and would made pictures of me topless.
When the Messiah was hanged on his cross, and his cross was lifted and fixed vertically, and the soldiers took my husband to nail him next, the old professor asked to be allowed in the microphone.
I should have expected her to come up with something like this. She did nothing more than convince the chief and the bishop that the thieves accompanying the Messiah should be crucified naked. It would be historically correct, she told, and it would not be offensive to anyone's religious feelings, bacause they weren't gods themselves! And she proposed to hammer our hands and feet with no additional ropes, letting us to hang with all the body weight on the pierced limbs! And she convinced them, that we should be whipped before the nailing as the Messiah was... And that we shouldn't be given any painkillers before the nailing! And, finally, that we should be hanging much longer than the Messiah, because the legs of the thieves were broken long after Jesus' death, so the chief decided to move the end of the show from 15:00 to 17:00, thus forcing me and my husband to be tormented for two hours more!!!
I felt still shocked and dizzy when my two brothers and their two friends, disguised as soldiers, removed my loincloth leaving me totally naked before the bishop and all the priests and nuns and the city mayor and his vice and all the secretaries, and all the spectators, mostly full families, gathered in hundreds. And then they tied my hands to the stipes, back to the crowd, and they whipped me with a pair of thick, leather whips, especially beating my buttocks and thighs. And then they laid me on the wooden cross and they hammered mercilessly the crude nails into my wrists and feet, spilling the painkilling drink, I was expected to get, on my face with a laugh!
I cried and writhed in utmost pain and I regret that I decided to take part in the passion play in the same second when the soldiers finally fixed my cross vertically, leaving me, naked and defenceless, hanging on the wounds with no additional ropes, and I heard people commenting me, laughing at me and applauding every obscene move I did. Because nearly no one looked at the Messiah and at my husband. I was in the focus of everone. All the eyes and camera lenses on the square were fixed on me. And no one was looking in my eyes, but on my breasts, between my legs and between the buttocks, which I was unable to hide in the slightest. I never expected that so deep sorrow and abashment could coexist in my head together with so terrible pain and dread. I felt exactly as if I was really condemned to die here and I was panicking, unable to withstand so long and monstruos torment, and I even started to piss and defecate. And I felt both pain and shame, and both were really, really murderous!
It was something horrible to be treated like an ancient slave while all the surrounding was a modern city and people. City life was happening around me, I was surrounded by the skyscrapers and villas, I heard cars and buses on the streets and I saw the crowds of modern (and fully!) clothed people, watching, shooting and recording me, while I was fully nude, except the small plank entitled "Thief", hanged on my neck above my breasts and covering nothing at all, and being cruelly tortured and blood splashed myself!
I never expected that the lacking of a skimpy piece of fabric could transform the proud and confident woman and a talented actress into the terrified, despaired, debased piece of worthless meat or rubbish... I totally lost my self-control, to the satisfaction of the old lady professor, pissing myself and wailing as an animal.
The minutes passed, as long as hours, and the hours as long as days, and I was still dying with shame the same as with pain, stripped of dignity, degraded and humiliated in front of my enemies and the whole city...!
*
The town hall clock struck three and I nearly fainted. What...? I was exhausted as I hanged on the cross for ages... but in real I had been hanging here no longer than for one hour!?! And still I must hang two hours more!?! No...! Nooo...! Noooooooo!!! Ahhhhh...!!!
The old lady professor, standing straight under my cross, smiled merrily to herself and peeped at me above her glasses, satisfied with my cries.
"The stupid cow, she have exactly what she deserved!", she laughed. "What a pity that she will only be dying for two hours more!
And she returned to the crocheting.
This year the community decided to prepare the passion play in our church with the real nails and along other historical facts. We heard about the success of the passion play in the Holy Cow parish last year and we decided to prepare the similar show. Our little church was built in the middle of the town, so we agreed the details with the local authorities and decided to make a public show in the middle of the square, free for all the visitors, believers or not. The local bishop, the parish priests and the vice mayor agreed that the actor playing Jesus himself should be crucified in a loincloth in order not to violate religious feelings of the citizens. The two thieves would be crucified together with him. All three would hang on the crosses for an hour, between 14:00 and 15:00. The words of the thieves and of Jesus would be read by the lector, because the crucified actors could not be able to talk. No TV nor official media would be present, but the viewers were allowed to make shots and record videos (for their private use only). We agreed to sell no tickets, so everyone could take part in the show.
I was engaged in the preparations together with my husband and this was our idea, accepted eagerly by the mayor and the bishop, that we could play a role of the thieves, thus representing all the humanity, men and women. We leaved all the details to our team, and we signed the papers, taking the full responsibilty and allowing the executors to follow the orders of the chief of all the staff, the experienced physician himself, disguised as a centurion, during the show with not consulting us.
In the very day of a passion play, a Good Friday, we were taken to the square together with a procession of members of the church, leaded by the bishop, while the city officials and other citizens were waiting us. We were barefoot, clothed with simple tunics, easy to be removed, and the loincloths underneath and we were loaded with our patibulum beams.
When the Messiah was being hammered to the patibulum, I looked around and for the first time I felt strange and terrified. I felt prepared for the pain but the vast crowd of people really surprised me and the presence of the highest city and church authorities was intimidating. I realized that not only the bishop with all priests and all the city officials and police officers would see me, all my kins and all my friends, but as well all my neighbours, my boss and work colleagues, and all the people who dislike me less or more, including a retired history professor, an old lady who was my and my husband personal enemy. And the huge quantity of the smartphones ready to be used scared me a little, too. As an actress I used to be filmed and I was ready to be scantily clothed while crucified, but I was not especially happy realizing that the people who hated me would see me half naked and would made pictures of me topless.
When the Messiah was hanged on his cross, and his cross was lifted and fixed vertically, and the soldiers took my husband to nail him next, the old professor asked to be allowed in the microphone.
I should have expected her to come up with something like this. She did nothing more than convince the chief and the bishop that the thieves accompanying the Messiah should be crucified naked. It would be historically correct, she told, and it would not be offensive to anyone's religious feelings, bacause they weren't gods themselves! And she proposed to hammer our hands and feet with no additional ropes, letting us to hang with all the body weight on the pierced limbs! And she convinced them, that we should be whipped before the nailing as the Messiah was... And that we shouldn't be given any painkillers before the nailing! And, finally, that we should be hanging much longer than the Messiah, because the legs of the thieves were broken long after Jesus' death, so the chief decided to move the end of the show from 15:00 to 17:00, thus forcing me and my husband to be tormented for two hours more!!!
I felt still shocked and dizzy when my two brothers and their two friends, disguised as soldiers, removed my loincloth leaving me totally naked before the bishop and all the priests and nuns and the city mayor and his vice and all the secretaries, and all the spectators, mostly full families, gathered in hundreds. And then they tied my hands to the stipes, back to the crowd, and they whipped me with a pair of thick, leather whips, especially beating my buttocks and thighs. And then they laid me on the wooden cross and they hammered mercilessly the crude nails into my wrists and feet, spilling the painkilling drink, I was expected to get, on my face with a laugh!
I cried and writhed in utmost pain and I regret that I decided to take part in the passion play in the same second when the soldiers finally fixed my cross vertically, leaving me, naked and defenceless, hanging on the wounds with no additional ropes, and I heard people commenting me, laughing at me and applauding every obscene move I did. Because nearly no one looked at the Messiah and at my husband. I was in the focus of everone. All the eyes and camera lenses on the square were fixed on me. And no one was looking in my eyes, but on my breasts, between my legs and between the buttocks, which I was unable to hide in the slightest. I never expected that so deep sorrow and abashment could coexist in my head together with so terrible pain and dread. I felt exactly as if I was really condemned to die here and I was panicking, unable to withstand so long and monstruos torment, and I even started to piss and defecate. And I felt both pain and shame, and both were really, really murderous!
It was something horrible to be treated like an ancient slave while all the surrounding was a modern city and people. City life was happening around me, I was surrounded by the skyscrapers and villas, I heard cars and buses on the streets and I saw the crowds of modern (and fully!) clothed people, watching, shooting and recording me, while I was fully nude, except the small plank entitled "Thief", hanged on my neck above my breasts and covering nothing at all, and being cruelly tortured and blood splashed myself!
I never expected that the lacking of a skimpy piece of fabric could transform the proud and confident woman and a talented actress into the terrified, despaired, debased piece of worthless meat or rubbish... I totally lost my self-control, to the satisfaction of the old lady professor, pissing myself and wailing as an animal.
The minutes passed, as long as hours, and the hours as long as days, and I was still dying with shame the same as with pain, stripped of dignity, degraded and humiliated in front of my enemies and the whole city...!
*
The town hall clock struck three and I nearly fainted. What...? I was exhausted as I hanged on the cross for ages... but in real I had been hanging here no longer than for one hour!?! And still I must hang two hours more!?! No...! Nooo...! Noooooooo!!! Ahhhhh...!!!
The old lady professor, standing straight under my cross, smiled merrily to herself and peeped at me above her glasses, satisfied with my cries.
"The stupid cow, she have exactly what she deserved!", she laughed. "What a pity that she will only be dying for two hours more!
And she returned to the crocheting.
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Giggle snort!
Andyman
Senator
The previous passion play took place in a Holy Cow parish in Nowherestead.Giggle snort!
iuiu38
Magistrate
Thanks. Your drawings inspire me about how to be suspended only by one executioner
Andyman
Senator
Ad passion play #2
I forgot to tell you that the drones were allowed as well. This is my portrait taken by the drone, operated by my sister, near the end of a second hour of my agony.
To be honest, I didn't hang for full three hours. The doctor decided to take my body down when I begun to faint each minute, jerking the nails hammered to my wrists, then regain the consciousness with the pain shock and faint again, so the blood trickling from my wounds intensified and my body convulsions became uncontrollable. I hanged some two hours and twenty minutes. And my recovery took three months to complete.
But I am alive and I feel strong and proud again. So... Maybe one day I will try it again...? It was an excruciating and destroying experience, but in the same time a fascinating one. I hardly can withstand the desire... So... Who knows...?
I forgot to tell you that the drones were allowed as well. This is my portrait taken by the drone, operated by my sister, near the end of a second hour of my agony.
To be honest, I didn't hang for full three hours. The doctor decided to take my body down when I begun to faint each minute, jerking the nails hammered to my wrists, then regain the consciousness with the pain shock and faint again, so the blood trickling from my wounds intensified and my body convulsions became uncontrollable. I hanged some two hours and twenty minutes. And my recovery took three months to complete.
But I am alive and I feel strong and proud again. So... Maybe one day I will try it again...? It was an excruciating and destroying experience, but in the same time a fascinating one. I hardly can withstand the desire... So... Who knows...?
I myself was born and raised in Our Lady of Perpetual Agony parish.Giggle snort!
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Volunteering for a Passion Play...that then takes some unexpected twists!
A fine short story!
I love a good "authentic" passion play, it gives so much scope for public exposure and potential humiliation. I've visited it myself a few times, most recently with this mixed group. In Andyman's example the use of nails transforms the experience into one of true torture, but with bindings and a more comfortable setting it has the potential for the participants to humiliate themselves further with visible arousal. The audience would not only enjoy the sight of their stretched nudity, but anticipate those moments of exposed intimacy in a very public setting.
Yupar
Regina Iudaeorum
I still love that one more...that Holy Cow Passing play in Nowhere-stead...made me obsessed for more than a week. I even translate and modified in Burmese version.The previous passion play took place in a Holy Cow parish in Nowherestead.
I posted that in my wordpatt too
Thank you so much for writing it
Yupar
Regina Iudaeorum
Is he between twins?
I want to be in the middle like him naked but with two male thieves..who tied up to the crosses with loin cloths
My never boring fantasy