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The beginning of the performance of Mrs. Kraft

Although Mrs Kraft volunteered to play a role of a Messiah in the Via Crucis, supported by her sisters and brothers in faith from her small orthodox community, she regretted it before the show even started. But she knew that it was too late to withdraw. She knew that she agreed to be nailed to the wooden cross in negligee but seeing the enormous crowd of her brothers and sisters as well as the guests out of the parish and all these cameras and smartphones ready to follow her torment, she felt incredibly ashamed. She nearly fainted when the executors remove her tunic leaving her absolutely naked. She prayed mentally that she would be able to bear the burning shame, when she was leaded to the cross, placed on the beams and when she felt the cold, sharp tips of iron nails placed on her wrists.

"Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do!", she cried loudly and the hammers fell.

And then she screamed ten times louder, arching her nude body in excruciating pain, although before the show began, she promised herself to modestly keep her hips back and her knees together to shield her embarrassing body parts from the eyes of onlookers. But it proved to be absolutely impossible. The pain was so devastating that she lost her self-control from the very beginning of the show. Applause and shouts of delight and appreciation rang out from the crowd. Especially the young men laughed and shouted merrily seeing her female body so degraded. But no one paid attention to her screams and moans. Several strong blows fixed her hands to the wood of shame with no mercy.

Then the executors went to her feet and placed them on top of each other. During this short pause, Mrs. Kraft composed herself enough to realized that she must endure every shame and pain for at least twenty minutes, while not even two minutes had passed since the beginning. Gathering all her strength, she overcame her suffocating fear and allowed her torturers to hold her legs without kicking. But when the hammer sounded again and the third nail pierced her feet, she began to cry, whimper, and beg for mercy, jumping and writhing on the cross like a fish out of water.

And then after the pause too short to give her a chance of regaining her composition, the cross was slowly being lifted up and fixed vertically. She was dying with shame feeling the hands of the executioneers touching her skin and even her most shameful places without the slightest respect.

Hanging on the nails, Mrs. Kraft saw not a hundred or two, but few thousands pairs of eyes staring with curiosity, joy or contempt, and most often with excitement, at her naked, suffering body. The pain in her wounds was so overhelming that she became writhing and dancing on the cross, unable to say her next lines about her mother and a disciple nor about her thirst. She could hardly focus on the crowd but now for the moment she tried to. She saw a bishop and a city mayor watching her. They were amused and she heard their words - they talked about her being lustful like a rabbit - and then she realized that she was sexually aroused against her will and this was the most debasing experience during the whole performance. At that moment, she once again regretted that she had agreed to take part in this monstrous spectacle - and that she had been born at all. But nothing could save her from further suffering and disgrace.

She was dancing, weeping and shouting in pain, when the cameramen recording her every move, minute after minute, while she was dying with pain and debasement, waiting hopelessly for the soldier with a fake spear and the artificial blood (because after his performance, she was to be taken down from the cross). But he didn't appear, because still not even half the time has passed...

Mrs. Kraft opened her mouth and eyes wide and arched her body, spreading her knees, unable to emit any voice, exhausted and suffering so terribly and degraded so deeply that in this very moment she would gladly accept even a real death, a heart attack or something similar, if only it could put an end to her torment...

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This kinda scenes in your stories are always make me fascinated like a bird saw a serpent eyes...
 
"Fuck you! Fuck you all!", Margaret, stripped naked before crucifixion, showed the onlookers, including the high priest, officials, Roman and Jewish citizens an obscene gestures.

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"Fuck you! Fuck you! Oh, fuck you!!!", she screamed as she was nailed to a wooden beam.

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"Fuck... you... Fuck... you...", she panted heavily, struggling to lift her body on the nails - one hour and the second and the third...

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"Ah... ah... kill me... kill me... please! I can't stand it any longer!", she moaned painfully, when she finally lost all the strength to defend herself against the terrible pain and despair and all her anger, pride and arrogance disappeared without a trace.
"FUCK YOU!", exclaimed the crowd cheerfully.

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Miguela's Passion Play

"Well, let's do a dress rehearsal!", the director proposed when the contract was finally signed.
Miguela nodded and with no delay she took off her shoes and jeans and pulled her blouse over her head, leaving her in just her panties.
"Rather >no dress< rehearsal to be strict, sir", she murmured, lying down on the wood. Then the director assistants made the final measures and the reenactors of the executors received instructions from the doctor where to hammer in the nails during the performance.
"Will the public stand around the cross?", she asked the director.
"Only on this side. In front of you. They will only be able to get closer and to talk to you and touch you when you play out all the scenes and we finish filming".
"Okay, so they will see me from... from the bottom during the nailing?"
"Exactly. So, try to act shy and with dignity, at least at first, until you can handle it", answered Mr Santos.
"Of course, sir, I will!" stated Miguela with deep conviction.
"A brave girl!", he said with appreciation but inwardly he thought to himself: was she so naive as to believe such a nonsense? Self-control during crucifixion? Forget it...!
And, of course, he was right.

The next morning, when four actors dressed as Roman soldiers dragged Miguela to the execution site, the actress almost fainted with emotion as she was stripped naked in front of a huge crowd. And when placed on a cross and the hammering of nails began, her blood pressure rose like never before. Blood gushed out from under the nails, she screamed desperately, kicking her legs, and the audience laughed and applauded. Miguela cried, jumped and writhed in pain, spreading her legs wide like for a tabloid porn cover, although she swore to herself to behave with dignity, restraint and grace. But she forgot that this torture was designed to destroy all the victim's dignity and pride, in which the Romans were real masters.

When her cross was fixed vertically and the opressors, high priests and supporting actors playing roles of ancient citizens begun to mock and humiliate her, Miguela found herself barely able to breathe and soon she lost all the control of her voice and reflexes. When given the posca to drink, she wasn't able to swallow the liquid, but she pissed herself instead, and when "pierced" with a fake spear she really fainted and hanged nearly motionlessly half-conscious and feeling crushed and debased, imagining she was really sentenced to death and lost all hope and pride and dignity.

It took few weeks for Miguela to recover physically and more than half a year to regain her self-esteem and a mental composition.

But when the director Juan Maria Santos started recruiting for next year's passion, she signed up at once as one of the first volunteers.

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Miguela's Passion Play

"Well, let's do a dress rehearsal!", the director proposed when the contract was finally signed.
Miguela nodded and with no delay she took off her shoes and jeans and pulled her blouse over her head, leaving her in just her panties.
"Rather >no dress< rehearsal to be strict, sir", she murmured, lying down on the wood. Then the director assistants made the final measures and the reenactors of the executors received instructions from the doctor where to hammer in the nails during the performance.
"Will the public stand around the cross?", she asked the director.
"Only on this side. In front of you. They will only be able to get closer and to talk to you and touch you when you play out all the scenes and we finish filming".
"Okay, so they will see me from... from the bottom during the nailing?"
"Exactly. So, try to act shy and with dignity, at least at first, until you can handle it", answered Mr Santos.
"Of course, sir, I will!" stated Miguela with deep conviction.
"A brave girl!", he said with appreciation but inwardly he thought to himself: was she so naive as to believe such a nonsense? Self-control during crucifixion? Forget it...!
And, of course, he was right.

The next morning, when four actors dressed as Roman soldiers dragged Miguela to the execution site, the actress almost fainted with emotion as she was stripped naked in front of a huge crowd. And when placed on a cross and the hammering of nails began, her blood pressure rose like never before. Blood gushed out from under the nails, she screamed desperately, kicking her legs, and the audience laughed and applauded. Miguela cried, jumped and writhed in pain, spreading her legs wide like for a tabloid porn cover, although she swore to herself to behave with dignity, restraint and grace. But she forgot that this torture was designed to destroy all the victim's dignity and pride, in which the Romans were real masters.

When her cross was fixed vertically and the opressors, high priests and supporting actors playing roles of ancient citizens begun to mock and humiliate her, Miguela found herself barely able to breathe and soon she lost all the control of her voice and reflexes. When given the posca to drink, she wasn't able to swallow the liquid, but she pissed herself instead, and when "pierced" with a fake spear she really fainted and hanged nearly motionlessly half-conscious and feeling crushed and debased, imagining she was really sentenced to death and lost all hope and pride and dignity.

It took few weeks for Miguela to recover physically and more than half a year to regain her self-esteem and a mental composition.

But when the director Juan Maria Santos started recruiting for next year's passion, she signed up at once as one of the first volunteers.

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That's the great staff...i second this version after Helen McPherson... :bdsm-heart:
In fantasy..i really wish to be in their role.
 
Prepare yourself!

Preparation for execution was the first phase of ordeal for the condemned person. Women were not whipped, but the condemned, forcibly stripped naked in public, suffered mental agony. Until the nails were driven in, the victim's entire attention was focused on her nakedness, humiliation and shame. She was watched, obscenely commented, touched and abused, loosing all her dignity. For an ordinary woman, it could have been the most horrible experience she had ever went through in her entire life. Only when hammered and hanged, the terrible physical pain (and other suffering as thirst or sunheat she experienced while dying on the cross) did obscure her shame and push it into the background.

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Prepare yourself!

Preparation for execution was the first phase of ordeal for the condemned person. Women were not whipped, but the condemned, forcibly stripped naked in public, suffered mental agony. Until the nails were driven in, the victim's entire attention was focused on her nakedness, humiliation and shame.

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Good study of what goes on before a woman is crucified. Of course, being crucified hurts and will end her life, but there is an art to making her dwell on what a horrible event her sentence will be. Nothing physically hurts before she is mounted to the cross and raised, but mentally they make sure she knows she is about to get what they say she deserves...
 
Goglotha-like real crucifixion

Three women of barbaric origin, two of them crucified for their crimes and the third for her insolence with which she answered the high priest's questions during the interrogation. The Jewish priests were so enraged by the haughty and proud responses of the impudent wench that they unscrupulously handed her over to the Romans and told them that she is a mutineer of the lowest class. No humiliation or suffering was spared her: she was stripped naked and raped few times in public together with two common criminals and nailed to the cross and exposed on the hill, wearing only the crown of thorns. No name was placed on the titulus - she was sentenced to be not only tortured to death but to be repulsed from the society and removed from the human memory. And after a day of the most horrible agony and mocking by the crowd and by the high priests and soldiers she was pierced by the spear after the executor pushed his fingers deep into her vulva in order to debase her as deep as possible. Her companions were killed by crurifragium, having their knees massacred with a heavy, edgy wooden beams. This time, the prosecutor did not allow the bodies to be buried, and so the naked corpses of all three women were thrown into the city's garbage dump, located in a valley called Gehinnom, where the soldiers cut their breasts off and pushed their swords into their vulvas and slit their bellies open to make sure they all really dead before leaving them as a meat for the stray dogs and flocks of vultures.

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One of the most sensual scenes for my taste is when the spear penetrates the chest of the female in the middle. If it were more towards the abdomen, death would be slower and more erotic. Maybe if it didn't penetrate enough, the agony would be long-lasting and excruciating and we would see how it writhes, moaning softly and spilling some entrails.
 
Prepare yourself!

Preparation for execution was the first phase of ordeal for the condemned person. Women were not whipped, but the condemned, forcibly stripped naked in public, suffered mental agony. Until the nails were driven in, the victim's entire attention was focused on her nakedness, humiliation and shame. She was watched, obscenely commented, touched and abused, loosing all her dignity. For an ordinary woman, it could have been the most horrible experience she had ever went through in her entire life. Only when hammered and hanged, the terrible physical pain (and other suffering as thirst or sunheat she experienced while dying on the cross) did obscure her shame and push it into the background.

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Amazing angles here
 
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