The female executioner for Numerus Brittonum et Exploratorum Nemanigensium

[cire]

JUST THE TITULUS LEFT TO COMPLETE THIS,

I'm thinking.

While still standing next to the crucified slave Daniela, perfectly able to overlook the scenery.
The crucified slave again is watching me, asking me why I'm laughing:

"I' mean, yes it looks really funny. Considering that this helpless man hanging there, a couple of days ago was a dangerous criminal.
But how can you laugh and smile, when you see what the torturers do to him?"

During these crucifixions here I recognized, that it gives me enormous pleasure to talk to the victims. Especially being so close, and literally inhale the drama, is amazing. Since I'm also very interested to receive information about the deeper feelings of the condemned, I reply to the girl on the cross:

"You see that peg he is sitting on? Don't it look like a penis, too? And look at "his" cock, he is having an erection.
That whole body is actually almost dead, but his cock is still pretty active. Check around, everybody here is amused. Watch out, he's looking at us now."

Daniela again is bitching at Cire, while she is pushing herself up for a more comfortable position. Banging her head and pulling wildly on the ropes as she moves up, to finally almost completely lean back over the crossbeam.

Despite his miserable state, Cire is answering from his cross:
"Take a look at yourself, no wonder they kill you when you act like that."

Her sarcastic response:
"Ha, ha. I was thinking that this is a waste. I'd have a good job for your penis, if it would only be possible."

The criminal also bowing his trembling body back, glancing to the sky, and is pulling himself up to stand on his feet. This mixture of pain, humiliation, shame and maybe his helplessness leave the man shaking on the cross.

In front of him his female partner is forced to watch how he was crucified. One of the guards is still keeping her just a few steps away from the already "executed" Cire. I'm noticing that she is not taking her eyes off of him. Little streams of blood are coming out of his nailed wrists, as soon as he is moving. When he sits down again, these little streams are running down his arms, the sides of his ribcage, hips, legs and foot ankles, to merge on that way with the drying blood of the whipmarks and his sweat.

The horrifying, beautiful blend of violence, sex, domination and humiliation is arousing me as I glance at the scenery. The screaming crucified are constantly moving, cramps sometimes twisting the bodies into grotesque positions.

Now I realize it. This was predictable. Slowly but with inexorable force, an orgasm is flooding through my body. I have to support myself with my right at the girls upright, to keep from staggering or falling. Completely ignoring that her bloody, sweaty spine is stroking along my hand and forearm.
Nor do I recognize that she is looking at me very closely, while I pretend to keep my eyes on the crucified man opposite to me. I would like to scream in pleasure, but have to hold it back while my heartrate is going through the roof. Goosebumps all over my body, the nipples erected, what a sensation. Since I can't scream, that orgasm is even boosted. Holy shit.
I'm glad that I'm not naked like the crucified. To be exposed in a situation like that is so unimagineable for me.

The guards now pull out Cires Titulus. They advise him to sit down, while one of them is climbing up the ladder some, to attach the sign.
"CIRE, SCELESTUS" is what I can read. His crimes are written in smaller letters, later on I will take the chance to look closer. The guard on the ladder is giving Cire the chance to read it before he is nailing to the top of the Stipes above his head. Cire himself seems to be searching for something. After looking at the guard and at us, he is screaming at the spectators. This again is creating a strange feeling for me. Is that the feeling of satisfaction?

Tomorrow I will have to crucify people. This anticipation is once more sending shivers of lust down my spine.

Meanwhile, as the waves of the orgasm are ebbing away, I regain control again. No need to support myself any longer on the girls Stipes. I look into Danielas eyes, and wonder if she can tell what happened.

Heavily breathing, she is raising her voice to ask me:

"I don't know if it was smart from you, that you have supported yourself on my upright. Your hand is pretty messy now."

Has she been amused while she was saying that? For a second I thought so.

Nevertheless, she is right. I pull out her loincloth some, to wipe off blood and sweat. Not caring, that the girls private parts are partially exposed now.

A guard is stepping up to me:

"We don't want a riot here, put her loincloth back on when you are done wiping the blood off."

Fixing the loincloth halfhearted, I can see the astonishment in Danielas eyes. Doing so makes me laugh once more, while in front of us the female criminal Andrea is pushed towards the assembled cross on the ground......



Melissa has posted this manip a long time ago. It illustrates the fixing of the Titulus so good.

 

[wildsouthman]

JUST THE TITULUS LEFT TO COMPLETE THIS,

I'm thinking.

While still standing next to the crucified slave Daniela, perfectly able to overlook the scenery.
The crucified slave again is watching me, asking me why I'm laughing:

"I' mean, yes it looks really funny. Considering that this helpless man hanging there, a couple of days ago was a dangerous criminal.
But how can you laugh and smile, when you see what the torturers do to him?"

During these crucifixions here I recognized, that it gives me enormous pleasure to talk to the victims. Especially being so close, and literally inhale the drama, is amazing. Since I'm also very interested to receive information about the deeper feelings of the condemned, I reply to the girl on the cross:

"You see that peg he is sitting on? Don't it look like a penis, too? And look at "his" cock, he is having an erection.
That whole body is actually almost dead, but his cock is still pretty active. Check around, everybody here is amused. Watch out, he's looking at us now."

Daniela again is bitching at Cire, while she is pushing herself up for a more comfortable position. Banging her head and pulling wildly on the ropes as she moves up, to finally almost completely lean back over the crossbeam.

Despite his miserable state, Cire is answering from his cross:
"Take a look at yourself, no wonder they kill you when you act like that."

Her sarcastic response:
"Ha, ha. I was thinking that this is a waste. I'd have a good job for your penis, if it would only be possible."

The criminal also bowing his trembling body back, glancing to the sky, and is pulling himself up to stand on his feet. This mixture of pain, humiliation, shame and maybe his helplessness leave the man shaking on the cross.

In front of him his female partner is forced to watch how he was crucified. One of the guards is still keeping her just a few steps away from the already "executed" Cire. I'm noticing that she is not taking her eyes off of him. Little streams of blood are coming out of his nailed wrists, as soon as he is moving. When he sits down again, these little streams are running down his arms, the sides of his ribcage, hips, legs and foot ankles, to merge on that way with the drying blood of the whipmarks and his sweat.

The horrifying, beautiful blend of violence, sex, domination and humiliation is arousing me as I glance at the scenery. The screaming crucified are constantly moving, cramps sometimes twisting the bodies into grotesque positions.

Now I realize it. This was predictable. Slowly but with inexorable force, an orgasm is flooding through my body. I have to support myself with my right at the girls upright, to keep from staggering or falling. Completely ignoring that her bloody, sweaty spine is stroking along my hand and forearm.
Nor do I recognize that she is looking at me very closely, while I pretend to keep my eyes on the crucified man opposite to me. I would like to scream in pleasure, but have to hold it back while my heartrate is going through the roof. Goosebumps all over my body, the nipples erected, what a sensation. Since I can't scream, that orgasm is even boosted. Holy shit.
I'm glad that I'm not naked like the crucified. To be exposed in a situation like that is so unimagineable for me.

The guards now pull out Cires Titulus. They advise him to sit down, while one of them is climbing up the ladder some, to attach the sign.
"CIRE, SCELESTUS" is what I can read. His crimes are written in smaller letters, later on I will take the chance to look closer. The guard on the ladder is giving Cire the chance to read it before he is nailing to the top of the Stipes above his head. Cire himself seems to be searching for something. After looking at the guard and at us, he is screaming at the spectators. This again is creating a strange feeling for me. Is that the feeling of satisfaction?

Tomorrow I will have to crucify people. This anticipation is once more sending shivers of lust down my spine.

Meanwhile, as the waves of the orgasm are ebbing away, I regain control again. No need to support myself any longer on the girls Stipes. I look into Danielas eyes, and wonder if she can tell what happened.

Heavily breathing, she is raising her voice to ask me:

"I don't know if it was smart from you, that you have supported yourself on my upright. Your hand is pretty messy now."

Has she been amused while she was saying that? For a second I thought so.

Nevertheless, she is right. I pull out her loincloth some, to wipe off blood and sweat. Not caring, that the girls private parts are partially exposed now.

A guard is stepping up to me:

"We don't want a riot here, put her loincloth back on when you are done wiping the blood off."

Fixing the loincloth halfhearted, I can see the astonishment in Danielas eyes. Doing so makes me laugh once more, while in front of us the female criminal Andrea is pushed towards the assembled cross on the ground......

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Melissa has posted this manip a long time ago. It illustrates the fixing of the Titulus so good.

Thanks for reposting the manip, I must have missed it the first time around. I love the realism.
I might think all the nude male victims sported large erections but this shows a semi erect man. He will writhe in pain for hours on the cross but only be erect for a small part of the time. This is how he will be most of the time, and I love it!

 

[cire]

CIRES CRUCIFIXION OUT OF DENAS EYE VIEW

"Take the crossbeams off of their backs" a guard shouted.

The ropes that held the hands of the two criminals tied to their crossbeams were taken away, both logs carelessly dropped to the ground by the henchmen. Dena felt the exitement rising, anticipation of the inevitable choking her.

The Centurion in command charged: "Let's take the man first".

It became really busy at the execution site. One of the guards kept holding Andrea at the arm, while two other men took her crossbeam and started to assemble that cross on the ground. Cires crossbeam though, was moved a bit in front of the leftover dug in upright, opposite to Denas position.

All the guards, soldiers and executioners were obviously in a very good mood, as Cires clothes got torn off. Immediately he covered his sex with his hands, and was pushed forward towards the crossbeam. Two man grabbed and spread his arms violently, laid him down onto the wood with his shoulders, and held his wrists firmly in their final position. The dust of the ground sticked to wounds and glistening skin of the victim, creating an obscure, abstract artwork. The centurion then took his spear, and marked a spot on each wrist, where he wanted the nails to be placed.

"Crucify, crucify, crucify" chanted the mob. Dena recognized that Andrea was able to watch very close, what was done to her partner in crime. While he was laying helplessly on the ground, his eyes followed the centurion. All the people on Denas side, the already crucified, some guards and Andrea could spot his dangling penis and testicles. These folks, as lots of people in the crowd, were laughing and chanting. Just Andrea was standing there in silence, it seemed.
A third guard sat down on Cires knees, hence all that the condemned was able to move, was his head. He raised it to catch a glance, the shoulder-length black hair sticking to his sweaty, bloodstained, dirty face. Eyes widened with fear, his whole body trembling, as the executioner kneeled down in front of his left wrist to place the nail into the mark.

The executioner spoke to the guard who was sitting on Cires knees: "Watch out, I hope you guys haven't been giving the condemned too much to drink prior to the crucifixion."
The guard laughing: "A good aspect, let me move back a little, even though these criminals didn't get that much to drink yet."

Spectators that were able to follow this conversation, cheered with pleasure. Daniela who was hanging on her cross to Denas right, did the same. The two male slaves though watched, like the waiting Andrea, with horror.

The executioner reassured himself once again, glanced over to Cire, then focused the nailhead and drove the nail, with a few good blows of the hammer, through the wrist into the wood. While Cire was still gasping for air, the executioner stepped over to the right side, placed the second nail, drove it in without giving the grunting, screaming condemned any time to wonder.

"Haven't I told you" the guard in charge of the legs said laughing, "he leaked just a little bit, actually nothing to mention".
Then directed to Cire:
"We will lift you up now. As soon as the crossbeam is attached, I will put your feet on the footrest. You can then stand straight, and I will tell you how we'll proceed with your execution. Is that understood?"

Cire on the ground aswering heavily breathing:
"I think I know what you are talking about."

At this state of the execution every word of the guards and the executioner could be heard by Dena. There was total silence at the scene, but the heavy breathing of Cire and some statements from Daniela.
Three men liftet the criminal up, one on each side of the crossbeam, one by the legs, and attached the crossbeam with the helpless, naked condemned to the upright and fixed a footrest. Like explained, the man responsible for the legs landed Cires feet on it.
From behind the cross the centurion approached, to hold the victims head. Thus Cire couldn't bang his head to the wood and eventually faint.
Dena moved over some for a better view, well able to see that Cire was now standing on the footrest with locked knees to release his wrists. The feet a few unspectacular inches off the ground.

The guard who took care of the legs spoke amused to Cire:
"We'll place your right foot on top of your left, press your bottom heel against the stipes, and then nail your feet. Keeping you in place is still much easier for all of us, when you don't resist. Not bad if you'd watch what we do. We appreciate every hand. By the way, don't goof around, otherwise we will crucify you". That comment alone caused hilarious laughter at the site.


One from behind, one from the right side, the guards fiercely rested Cires right foot on his left, while the executioner kneeled down for his work, pulling out an awkwardly looking spike. He placed it on the ankle underneath the shin of the top foot. Dena realized that he wanted the spike to come out of the heels, thus to go from the bottom one into the stipes. She thought it was a great idea, knowing that the criminal was going to look more than stupid at the end. She had to admit that she was admiring the craftsmanship of the executioner.

"What are they doing?" the crucified female slave Daniela asked Dena.
"They want to fix his feet with just one long spike. The idea is to drive it from the top diagonal through his ankles. It is supposed to come out of the heels. He will have to push himself up with one foot on the footrest, kinda what you do. Shall he need more support, he can choose to step onto the nail with the top foot, too. He is given the option where the pain will be building up." Dena replied.

Daniela again:
"I see what you mean. I try to stand on my heel, too. Then I'm able to breath and talk. I can push myself up only for a short time. After a while my heel is hurting so bad, that I have to let myself sink down again. There is nothing I can do. But as soon as I'm hanging down, it seems that I can't get enough air, the ropes dig in deeper into my flesh and my upper body hurts cruelly. Looking at my body, my tits go up and down, though I still lack air. Another question, the criminal, can't he free himself from the nail?"

Dena answered laughing:
"That is not possible, the spike is very long. He might be able to move the top foot up a bit, but there is no way to get it over the nailhead. He will be glad to have his feet as far down as possible to push up. You will see. Even when he is moving a lot, which I think he will, he can't free himself. Thanks to the body movement the nails will enlargen the holes to provide a little play, but the ankles and wrists are strong enough to hold it. Concerning your execution girl, you will only have the energy to push up for a certain time. When you hang down you can't breathe properly." Daniela turned her head away from Dena, outstretched her body anew, to keep up with what was going on in front of her.

By the first moderate blow the nail went in some, two more and the nail was hitting the wood of the stipes above the footrest. The executioner gave the nail a few more stronger blows, until it was secured well in the wood. He left the nail sticking out a couple of inches of the top foot. Unlike the firm nailing of the wrists, the delinquents feet appeared to be sort of "pinned". During the nailing of his feet, the "executed" let out a horrifying scream, even shocking and thrilling insensitive spectators. The execution team was used to it, Dena being aware that she'd be soon part of such an orgy of violence as well. The crucified Daniela still bitched with dedication.

Since the crossbeam was attached, the centurion was holding Cires head away from the wood. Did the condemned open his eyes, he saw the men working on his body. Dena felt that she wanted to know what it's like to hang there. It came to her mind, that the perspective of the victim must be unrivaled. She shuddered as she tried to imagine, what she'd feel, if she'd be treated like that condemned.

There was a peg mounted beneath the crotch of the criminal, the guards and the centurion released the screaming man. He used his newly gained freedom, to let himself sink down with caution onto the peg. It stood out some, and looked like a second penis to the smiling Dena.......

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Super manips of Phlebas for the issue. Phlebas and M. S. are right there with these perfect illustrations.

Here is a picture that has been posted by PhilX, showing the executioners completing the nailing when the victim was attached to the crossbeam first. It's also a very exclusive perspective, and I think it fits very well to my crucifixion in the story.
I'm sure this is a lot of fun for the spectators........

 

[cire]

Here is a picture that has been posted by PhilX, showing the executioners completing the nailing when the victim was attached to the crossbeam first. It's also a very exclusive perspective, and I think it fits very well to my crucifixion in the story.
I'm sure this is a lot of fun for the spectators........


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Dena the female executioner, is watching this to get an impression for her task at the execution site of the Castell the next day.

She is standing at Danielas cross and has exactly this perspective. Just that since the crosses in my story are close together, therefore the distance isn't like in this pic. Plus there is crosses in use, that expose the condemned on eye level with spectators, guards and torturers.
Nevertheless, what a great scene. Outstanding job.....

 

[cire]

Dena the female executioner, is watching this to get an impression for her task at the execution site of the Castell the next day.

She is standing at Danielas cross and has exactly this perspective. Just that since the crosses in my story are close together, therefore the distance isn't like in this pic. Plus there is crosses in use, that expose the condemned on eye level with spectators, guards and torturers.
Nevertheless, what a great scene. Outstanding job.....

To me this is an outstanding pic, that demonstrates the incredible violence, that the executioners have to use, to really complete the crucifixion.
My female criminal partner Andrea is getting an idea what will happen to her.

Since this is, as mentioned above, how I'm crucified in the story, I try to understand what is happening to me in this moment.



I'm not able to see my feet, as the executioners are driving the nail in. The spectators are excited, wondering how I will react. My fear is so overwhelming that I almost faint, combined with the unbearable urge to urinate. Though it's just the urge. Due to the flogging, the march and the dehydration, I'm just leaking a few drops. Still it feels like I'm leaking massively. That feeling alone is so humiliating, unbearable, and the torturers are laughing while they hold my feet in place.
Looking the laughing men into the eyes, I know I'm doomed.........

 

[cire]

DOES IT MAKE A DIFFERENCE
to you, if you are crucified by a woman or a man?

Honestly, I haven't thought about it when I started this thread. To me everything was possible in the days of the empire.
Plus it's very exciting talking to Dena, and to find out that she wouldn't mind crucifying the condemned. She simply enjoys it. To Dena and me, the final result is what counts, nor do we care if women or men are executed:



Andyman has posted this image, to give an idea (excellent photo). It looks like she is on the way up to get some air.........

 

[cire]

A SYMPHONIE OF DEATH

....... Dena tried to fathom what this wrongdoer went through. Starting from today in the early morning, until now.
She was sentenced to the cross by Aurelian, then stripped and flogged, carried her Patibulum to the execution site, while the spectators have been insulting her, spitting on her. During the march, that had turned into a procession and a demonstration of roman power, she gave her best not to fall or stumble. Invested so much of her left energy to make it to her execution.

Arriving at the execution site with Cire, the torturers just got done with Daniela, who kept agitating against the criminals throughout the whole execution process, giving the crowd maximum entertainment on lowest emotional level.

Laughter, screams, bashing, commandoes and the noise created by the hammer hitting the steel, merged, besides the horryfying scenery, into an acoustic spectacle.

A few steps in front of my excellent position, the guards push Andrea towards her already assembled cross. I take a look at the crucified slave Daniela, who is joining the crowd chanting "crucify, crucify, crucify". To do so, she has to maneuver her glistening, bleeding body up for air. To me this is incredible. This girl is investing all that power to degrade the criminals. Everytime she screams "crucify", her boobs are dangling in random synchronicity. It seems like she has forgotten her fate. Her male slave friends and Cire meanwhile monitoring closely from their crosses as the guards proceed.

Cire is sitting naked on the raw wooden peg that the executioners have mounted for him as a seat. Normal for crucifixions, so I have learned, the fact that his penis is completely erected. Carefully he managed to have his balls resting on the peg. But no one cares right now. The attention at the site is focused on the female delinquent, who is standing in front of her cross.

Despite all the noise, the Centurions loud command "strip her" can be heard. Immediately the guards pull the womans robe over her head, the now naked upper body, woobling tits and legs exposed. Well visible, the skillful pattern that the whip has left all over her body. Still the loin cloth as her last posession, is fixed with a rope around her waist. Two guards are holding her now by the upper arms and underneath the armpits, to position the woman over her cross. A third one is cutting off the rope, and removes the loin cloth.






I can feel what a strong and proud woman is executed here. Awesome, it's exciting and arousing me again. Standing tall, her long straight hair is falling down on her shoulders and partially covering her whip-tortured boobs. I'm close enough to see the goosebumps on her back and upper arms. How does she feel now? The female delinquent is looking her executioners straight into the eyes. Even now she has that certain dignity. In a way she appears to me like a captured wild animal.
All of a sudden the chanting "crucify, crucify" is fading away. Just Daniela on her cross is shouting at the torturers:

"What are you waiting for, give her what she deserves."

One of the guards is telling the criminal woman:

"We lay you down now. The less trouble you make, the easier it will be for you."

Saying that the guards force Andrea, who is obviously resisting only a little, with her shoulders to the patibulum........




Thanks a lot to Jedakk for giving us a thrilling idea with his pictures........

 

[cire]

Dena kept watching the work of her colleagues



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Here a nice drawing "Arms behind the Patibulum" posted by Phlebas

To me this is a sensational shot that Phlebas has posted for the "Arms behind the Patibulum" theme. Please see his comment:
http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/some-sketches.5721/post-320054



This is a very realistic position for the victim going up for air. Not as advantageous for her, since her boobs are just dangling down right now. When we realize, that there was a certain amount of spectators watching the crucified, it's easy to understand that the woman would have been insulted and mocked. She should be.

At least I had done so. It's easy to walk up to her and maybe ask her:

"I'm a little disapointed. Instead of giving me a good show by thrusting your boobs out, you seem to just search for a pleasant position. You should bend back some, so your tits wont dangle down like that anymore. Everybody here is watching, and there sure was no need to undress for this."

Now I'm wondering what she'd reply . I know that Daniela would course at me, scream at me, abuse me. You can't imagine.

Eulalia has commented this sketch from Andyman, to give an idea of some possible positions with the arms behind the Patibulum. As always an awesome and thrilling statement from her:
http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/some-sketches.5721/post-320498



My idea as a spectator:
So if I mock the crucified enough, she will go for it. She just has to go a little sideways beause of the stipes. If she doesn't go further up I will try to instruct her from my safe position, and tell her that.

 

[cire]

CIRES CRUCIFIXION OUT OF DENAS EYE VIEW

"Take the crossbeams off of their backs" a guard shouted.

The ropes that held the hands of the two criminals tied to their crossbeams were taken away, both logs carelessly dropped to the ground by the henchmen. Dena felt the exitement rising, anticipation of the inevitable choking her.

The Centurion in command charged: "Let's take the man first".

It became really busy at the execution site. One of the guards kept holding Andrea at the arm, while two other men took her crossbeam and started to assemble that cross on the ground. Cires crossbeam though, was moved a bit in front of the leftover dug in upright, opposite to Denas position.

All the guards, soldiers and executioners were obviously in a very good mood, as Cires clothes got torn off. Immediately he covered his sex with his hands, and was pushed forward towards the crossbeam. Two man grabbed and spread his arms violently, laid him down onto the wood with his shoulders, and held his wrists firmly in their final position. The dust of the ground sticked to wounds and glistening skin of the victim, creating an obscure, abstract artwork. The centurion then took his spear, and marked a spot on each wrist, where he wanted the nails to be placed.

"Crucify, crucify, crucify" chanted the mob. Dena recognized that Andrea was able to watch very close, what was done to her partner in crime. While he was laying helplessly on the ground, his eyes followed the centurion. All the people on Denas side, the already crucified, some guards and Andrea could spot his dangling penis and testicles. These folks, as lots of people in the crowd, were laughing and chanting. Just Andrea was standing there in silence, it seemed.
A third guard sat down on Cires knees, hence all that the condemned was able to move, was his head. He raised it to catch a glance, the shoulder-length black hair sticking to his sweaty, bloodstained, dirty face. Eyes widened with fear, his whole body trembling, as the executioner kneeled down in front of his left wrist to place the nail into the mark.

The executioner spoke to the guard who was sitting on Cires knees: "Watch out, I hope you guys haven't been giving the condemned too much to drink prior to the crucifixion."
The guard laughing: "A good aspect, let me move back a little, even though these criminals didn't get that much to drink yet."

Spectators that were able to follow this conversation, cheered with pleasure. Daniela who was hanging on her cross to Denas right, did the same. The two male slaves though watched, like the waiting Andrea, with horror.

The executioner reassured himself once again, glanced over to Cire, then focused the nailhead and drove the nail, with a few good blows of the hammer, through the wrist into the wood. While Cire was still gasping for air, the executioner stepped over to the right side, placed the second nail, drove it in without giving the grunting, screaming condemned any time to wonder.

"Haven't I told you" the guard in charge of the legs said laughing, "he leaked just a little bit, actually nothing to mention".
Then directed to Cire:
"We will lift you up now. As soon as the crossbeam is attached, I will put your feet on the footrest. You can then stand straight, and I will tell you how we'll proceed with your execution. Is that understood?"

Cire on the ground aswering heavily breathing:
"I think I know what you are talking about."

At this state of the execution every word of the guards and the executioner could be heard by Dena. There was total silence at the scene, but the heavy breathing of Cire and some statements from Daniela.
Three men liftet the criminal up, one on each side of the crossbeam, one by the legs, and attached the crossbeam with the helpless, naked condemned to the upright and fixed a footrest. Like explained, the man responsible for the legs landed Cires feet on it.
From behind the cross the centurion approached, to hold the victims head. Thus Cire couldn't bang his head to the wood and eventually faint.
Dena moved over some for a better view, well able to see that Cire was now standing on the footrest with locked knees to release his wrists. The feet a few unspectacular inches off the ground.

The guard who took care of the legs spoke amused to Cire:
"We'll place your right foot on top of your left, press your bottom heel against the stipes, and then nail your feet. Keeping you in place is still much easier for all of us, when you don't resist. Not bad if you'd watch what we do. We appreciate every hand. By the way, don't goof around, otherwise we will crucify you". That comment alone caused hilarious laughter at the site.


One from behind, one from the right side, the guards fiercely rested Cires right foot on his left, while the executioner kneeled down for his work, pulling out an awkwardly looking spike. He placed it on the ankle underneath the shin of the top foot. Dena realized that he wanted the spike to come out of the heels, thus to go from the bottom one into the stipes. She thought it was a great idea, knowing that the criminal was going to look more than stupid at the end. She had to admit that she was admiring the craftsmanship of the executioner.

"What are they doing?" the crucified female slave Daniela asked Dena.
"They want to fix his feet with just one long spike. The idea is to drive it from the top diagonal through his ankles. It is supposed to come out of the heels. He will have to push himself up with one foot on the footrest, kinda what you do. Shall he need more support, he can choose to step onto the nail with the top foot, too. He is given the option where the pain will be building up." Dena replied.

Daniela again:
"I see what you mean. I try to stand on my heel, too. Then I'm able to breath and talk. I can push myself up only for a short time. After a while my heel is hurting so bad, that I have to let myself sink down again. There is nothing I can do. But as soon as I'm hanging down, it seems that I can't get enough air, the ropes dig in deeper into my flesh and my upper body hurts cruelly. Looking at my body, my tits go up and down, though I still lack air. Another question, the criminal, can't he free himself from the nail?"

Dena answered laughing:
"That is not possible, the spike is very long. He might be able to move the top foot up a bit, but there is no way to get it over the nailhead. He will be glad to have his feet as far down as possible to push up. You will see. Even when he is moving a lot, which I think he will, he can't free himself. Thanks to the body movement the nails will enlargen the holes to provide a little play, but the ankles and wrists are strong enough to hold it. Concerning your execution girl, you will only have the energy to push up for a certain time. When you hang down you can't breathe properly." Daniela turned her head away from Dena, outstretched her body anew, to keep up with what was going on in front of her.

By the first moderate blow the nail went in some, two more and the nail was hitting the wood of the stipes above the footrest. The executioner gave the nail a few more stronger blows, until it was secured well in the wood. He left the nail sticking out a couple of inches of the top foot. Unlike the firm nailing of the wrists, the delinquents feet appeared to be sort of "pinned". During the nailing of his feet, the "executed" let out a horrifying scream, even shocking and thrilling insensitive spectators. The execution team was used to it, Dena being aware that she'd be soon part of such an orgy of violence as well. The crucified Daniela still bitched with dedication.

Since the crossbeam was attached, the centurion was holding Cires head away from the wood. Did the condemned open his eyes, he saw the men working on his body. Dena felt that she wanted to know what it's like to hang there. It came to her mind, that the perspective of the victim must be unrivaled. She shuddered as she tried to imagine, what she'd feel, if she'd be treated like that condemned.

There was a peg mounted beneath the crotch of the criminal, the guards and the centurion released the screaming man. He used his newly gained freedom, to let himself sink down with caution onto the peg. It stood out some, and looked like a second penis to the smiling Dena.......

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Super manips of Phlebas for the issue. Phlebas and M. S. are right there with these perfect illustrations.

THE NAILING OF CIRE'S FEET

Dena is very amused to see that Cire is looking down to watch the work of his executioner. Cire's beaten body is covered with blood, sweat and dirt. One can see very well where the guards have grabbed the body of the delinquent, to lift him up onto the Stipes with the Patibulum. Interesting to Dena that Cire is keeping his eyes open to follow the procedure of the nailing.



She knows the executioner Hectorius very well. He has a lot of experience and once someone is in his hands, to die is more than a pleasure for the victim. But it will not happen fast. Cire is able now to sit on the plug that the guards have mounted for him, while they are holding his feet to the footrest. He tried carefully to let himself down onto the plug without squeezing his balls, though the raw wood of the plug must be irritating to his glans and cock.

Some days ago this was a dangerous criminal, now he is a nothing. Degraded to an exhibited, humiliated object without any control over himself anymore. It seems unrealistic to Dena that this absurd figure once was a human being.
Even for a long long time after his death his body, and later his bones will be hanging from the cross. Finally nothing but his Titulus will remind passers by of the wrongdoer, Dena thought amused.

Kneeling down a little aside of Cire's feet, Hectorius is driving the nail from the top of Cire's first foot diagonal through the ankle. Once the tip is visible in the heel for Hectorious, he is placing the already nailed foot on top of the other. Doing so, he is pressing the standing out tip into the same well located spot on top of Cire's bottom foot. A few more blows and the slender long nail is going further down, finding it's way through joints and flesh to secure the criminals feet properly on the footrest. Giving the executed the chance to push himself up with his legs, to may release his nailed wrists and to exhale fully. During this process the executioner is completely ignoring the screaming of his victim and the scanting spectators, working with full concentration on the fixation. From time to time he is looking up into Cires face to check if he is still concious, and if the guard behind the cross still keeps the victims head from banging to the wood. Dena knows that Hectorius wants Cire to be aware of his execution in every second and if possible, beyond his death.



This shot is giving an exact idea of what the executioner is seeing, when he is nailing Cire's feet to the wood. Being experienced Hectorius is approaching the victim from the side, reaching with his left hand around the back of the stipes to place the nail. Working like that, he can use his right arm very well to have the impact of the hammer towards the wood. In that way, the people in front of the executed and the victim himself, can see perfectly what he is doing. There is always the danger that the victim is urinating when the nail is driven in. Handling it like this, he will most likely not be affected.

For Cire it's a desaster. He is trying to support himself with his feet and has to place them unintentional on the footrest. Would he step down to the ground, which would easily be possible, he'd have a lot more pressure in his wrists. He's got to make it easy for his executioner, no matter if he likes it or not. The raw wood of the footrest and the plug doesn't allow him to sit down without caution, though he wants to sit and rest his balls and cock controlled, before the nail is placed.

I enjoy the second shot a lot. Especially because of the uncensored camera work......

 

[cire]

THE NAILING OF ANDREA'S WRISTS OUT OF DENA'S PERSPECTIVE

Oh my God, they have laid the woman down to her cross. The whole place, including the crucified slave Daniela is scanting "crucify, crucify". To get a better glance, I move a little to the right and postion myself between Daniela and one of the crucified male slaves. Everybody at the site is focused on the guards, Hectorius and Andrea. The men have placed her with the shoulders to the patibulum, stretch her arms out some. Hectorius is kneeling in front of her right arm, to press his thumb into Andrea's wrist. I know he is searching the spot where the nail has to go through. As soon as he's got it, one of the guards is marking the wrist with his spear. Currently four men are working on the victim. Two are holding hands and arms, one is holding her legs, while her executioner is getting ready to attach her to the wood.

Hectorius is pressing the nail into the mark some. I'm monitoring the scenery from the side, and can see Andrea's eyes widen as the nail is carefully forced with the tip into the woman's wrist. Instead of looking away, or maybe closing her eyes, she is watching Hectorius while he is doing his job. It's to loud here, impossible from my position to understand what victim and executioner are talking about, but I can see that Hectorius and Andrea are communicating.
Absolutely unimpressed Daniela on her cross is screaming something like: "Go ahead now, are you too scared to kill the bitch."

Then Hectorius is giving the nail the first blow. Andrea's body is involuntarily arching, an additional fifth man has to join, to hold her torso down to the cross. Doing so, he is placing one hand beween her breasts, and one hand on the stomach. All of a sudden the crowd is pretty quiet. It seems the mob wants to perceive every emotion.
To my surprise she is still keeping her eyes on her wrist, as the nail is driven in with that pounding sound we all enjoy so much. Breathing heavy, sporadically screaming, her eyes follow Hectorius as he is stepping over to her left arm. Again searching the spot, got it marked and places the nail. No need to secure the victims right arm any longer. The guard that took care of it, is now kneeling behind Andrea, holding shoulders and head to the wood.

This time the delinquent can't arch. The men keep the body firmly in place while their victim is staring at them wide-eyed with open mouth, before the executioner gets ready again. We all can see how the body is immediately starting to sweat enormously, thus glistening in the sun. Blood, sweat, dirt, humiliation, fear, her pain. Dignity is taken away from her, so it seems. She already has no control over herself anymore, as the sound of the blows and her screams can be heard again. Then the men release her, stand up to bring the plug and the sedile.

The crucified slave Daniela is chanting: "Go ahead, complete the act of justice. Raise her up."

Lying on her cross with nailed wrists, Andrea is meanwhile looking around as good as possible. Screaming at the torturers and the crowd:

"Go ahead you assholes, what is the holdup? Nail my feet and raise me up you bastards. Even like this, I will still look better than the bitches in the crowd and that fucking little slave on her cross. I tell you what, It's a pleasure for me to be exposed like that. I deserve this, but fuck it and you all. I have enjoyed every murder and now I enjoy to get killed myself, you jerks. Raise me up, I want to look into the eyes of the spectators. Cire you asshole, I have told you we shouldn't get wasted. This is your fault. I hope you had a good time when they nailed you. At least your cock seems to be amused."

Then she lets out a horryfying cry.

This is so arousing to me, that I fear to experience another orgasm. While shouting like that, the female criminal is laying on the ground and I can look directly at her cunt, stomach and tits. What is that, her nipples are standing up and liquid is dripping from her pussy. This is so hillarious that I have to scream in pleasure, noticing that the little crucified slave is doing so, too.

I'm gladly knowing, that I can fully adapt to what im supposed to do here. Tomorrow it will be my turn. Then I will attach the condemned to their crosses. But let's see first, how the torturers proceed with that bitch......

 

[messaline]

All these descriptions are wonderful and so much real !!!
For me, a little difference : I prefer when the condemned is nailed entirely to his cross before the erection of it ...
It's magnifiscent when I fell me , nailed to the wood, going up and finally seeing all what it is around my execution'place ...

 

[piraland]

All these descriptions are wonderful and so much real !!!
For me, a little difference : I prefer when the condemned is nailed entirely to his cross before the erection of it ...
It's magnifiscent when I fell me , nailed to the wood, going up and finally seeing all what it is around my execution'place ...

I completely agree !
This moment, which must however be particularly painful, is also the most exciting!
I am naked, exhibited, terribly excited and I dominate the world. I am strong in my pain and my agony, the crowd envy me!
This is my big moment, my greatest moment .

 

[cire]

All these descriptions are wonderful and so much real !!!
For me, a little difference : I prefer when the condemned is nailed entirely to his cross before the erection of it ...
It's magnifiscent when I fell me , nailed to the wood, going up and finally seeing all what it is around my execution'place ...

The female executioner Dena is currently watching the crucifixion of the two criminals and the three slaves, to gain some ideas for her first task the next day.
The executioner Hectorius is actually creating an arc of suspense. He started out to crucify the two male and the female slave Daniela with ropes, and allowed the three to leave their loincloth on. Then I was crucified, completely stripped and mocked horrible by the little slave Daniela, hanging on her cross.

That is exactly Hectorius' goal. Emotionally he wanted to position us criminals beyond the slaves. They raised me with the patibulum, and it makes me look more than stupid. Hectorius knows that males have involuntary erections when they are crucified, thus is instrumentalizing that fact as an entertainment tool. As soon as I stand up the first time to exhale completely, everybody can see my erected cock. The feeling of humiliation in that moment is unbearable, absolutely strange, absolutely new. The pain is one thing, but the degradation in front of all these people makes me shiver on my cross. Nevertheless, while I balance on the footrest, my cock erected, I reply to the mocking and bitching slave Daniela, and take the chance to scream at the laughing audience.

This shot out of Hectorius position reflects it really nice, I think.



But Hectorius is highlighting the nailing and the rising of Andrea with the complete cross. It's the most strenous part for him and his men that day. He's making it a spectacular show for the spectators, the condemned Andrea and us already crucified. Honestly, I'm not ashamed that I watch every step of her crucifixion from my exclusive perspective. When I sit down there is some relief for my nailed bones, and I can fully absorb what they do to Andrea in front of me. This time I have an erection because this is so damn arousing, and I'm telling you what, I don't give a fuck now what you think about me.

 

[Loxuru]

DOES IT MAKE A DIFFERENCE
to you, if you are crucified by a woman or a man?

This depends on the social context. In a society that strongly holds up masculine values, being executed by a dishonourable method like crucifixion can be made even more socially humiliating for the condemned by having done it by a female executor.

 

[cire]

THE NAILING OF ANDREA'S FEET AS DENA CAN SEE IT

While Andrea is still bitching at the people at the site, Hectorius is bringing the footrest and a plug that he will attach as a seat for the female criminal. She's sort of has been sliding off the wood sideways, tits and nipples currently pointing downward.
Hectorius is stepping over her, grabbing her by the hips, shifting her torso back onto the cross, then pulling her, to stretch the arms.
During my education I was tought, that it's absolutely essential for the executioner to anticipate the movements of the victim on the cross as the body is positioned. Independent if shall the vicitm be raised with just the Pattipulm, or with the completely assembled cross.
This ability guarantees, that the crucifixion will be a success. The crucified can actually "survive" on the cross, as long as for the individual possible.

The groaning and heavy breathing of the condemned woman laying on the wood doesn't disturb Hectorius. Stepping back some to the bottom of the Stipes, he is kneeling down to also stretch Andrea's legs.
Sometimes she is raising her head some, to see what may happens to her feet. Laying stretched with the back onto the Stipes, her boobs are dangling down now to either side.
I'm moving closer to watch exactly how Hectorius proceeds.

Almost standig next to him while he is placing the Sedile against her feet, bends her knees some by pushing it and nails it to the stipes. To me this is a completely different quality, being that close. The woman is completely covered with sweat. Very nice visible, what whip and march did to her body.

Sweat and blood are creating some slippery subsance on her skin, it's not that easy for the torturers to control her legs. Another guard is joining to attend, holding the victim's legs to the wood. Hectorius is pressing his thumb into the perfect spot for the nail on the left foot, to have it immediately marked by the Centurions spear.
The men are making rude jokes about the condemned, because of her hard nipples and the goosebumps.
Hectorius is pressing the first nail into the mark, looks once more at the condemned woman and then gives it some good blows. More sweat, more screams from the condemned, but to my surprise, only little blood is escaping the wound.
Again body fluid is escaping the women's vagina and as I look into her eyes, I can see the sheer horror.
The guards are still holding both legs while Hectorius has the right foot marked, takes the nail, places it, and drives it through flesh and bones into the sedile.

"Step back now." Hectorius says.

This time he is pulling the screaming nailed Andrea by her armpits towards the head of the cross, to stretch her legs one last time.
He then takes the plug, that has a nail sticking out at one side, presses it between her thighs a couple of inches underneath her crotch, and hammers it to the stipes.

Daniela is bitching again:

"What are you waiting for, raise her up."

I turn around to the screaming woman and walk back to the crucified victim again:

"Everything is ready Daniela. But you should save your energy, I think. You and her will spend some good time with each other."

But Daniela dosn't really slow down, yet. She is pulling herself up to get a better glance, with every breath that she takes her breasts are moving. Sometimes she has to let her head hang down to relax her back, to then curse at Andrea and Cire again.

The men get in position to raise the female criminal......

 

[messaline]

Mmmmm ! Cire, you know so well to write a crucifixion ...

 

[cire]

RAISE HER...

Hectorius is directing the men to grab the crossbeam on both ends, while Andrea started to curse at her torturers again:

"What are you doing, it's not even hurting me. Ha, ha, you idiots got to do a better job."

Daniela and the crowd screaming things like:

"Raise her. She is making complete fools out of you."

A third guard is standing behind her head, also grabbing the crossbeam. Two more men are approaching the victim from each side, to long for the upright.

Hectorius shouts: "Raise her".

Slowly the shining body of the criminal is moving up with her cross. The men that support the stipes, also hold her by her torso as they lift their "assembly" further up.
Andrea seems to search for something, her eyes wandering over the scenery. Sometimes watching the spectators, the other crucified, or the men going by their business. Then the cross is standing straight for maybe a second, before it's sliding into it's hole. Throbbing the victim forward.
Right away the men secure the cross with rocks and pickets, drive the pickets in with mallets for maximum stability, until it's fixed in the ground.

Andrea started screaming as gravity started to pull her body down, and the nails began to work in her joints.

One of the guards, standing in front of the naked executed, saying to her:

"How is that now. You get an idea already?"

With her mouth wide open, screaming, banging her head wildly, she is causing loud laughter now.
Cire, crucified to her left, is watching this with erected penis. Opposite to the criminals, Daniela is pushing her breasts out in a grotesque attempt to breath........

 

[cire]

ANDREA'S TITULUS IS ATTACHED AND DENA IS STILL WATCHING

The sun is beating down on the crucified without mercy. Sweat and blood is dripping from the tortured bodies, running down between the boobs of the hanging women, down their cunt and legs. Down the backs of the men, down the anuses and penises. No matter what they are, slave or criminal, women or men. May they are crucified with ropes like the slaves, may they be nailed like the criminals. May they still have the loincloth on, may they be naked. In front of them the guards are stepping uncaring onto the clothes of the now dying.

Cire was ejaculating as his female partner had to lean forward and her tits dangled down, his cum merging with his saliva, blood and sweat.
The men are preparing Andrea's Titulus, lean a ladder against her Patibulum from behind the cross, advise her to tilt the head away from the Patibulum, and nail the sign under loudest laughter behind her head.

I turn to Daniela again:

"I think I have seen enough. The people seem to enjoy what they get. Keep pushing up for air, in that way you will last for a good while. Tomorrow, when it's my turn to execute the next group of wrongdoers, I will look for you again. The guards will prepare the site only some steps in front of you for the next execution. So the people that come to watch then, get a nice view at the five of you. Pretty deterring and shocking, even for the condemned that will arrive here in the morning. But the way you are shining in the sun girl, I think you will be dead by then. Maybe you make it into the night. Push up and enjoy your death."

I take another look at the scenery, can see how Cire is turning his head to Andrea, then to Daniela to ask the slave why she got crucified. I turn away and walk back to the little village and the fort........

 

[morten sigurdson]

Sometimes she is raising her head some, to see what may happens to her feet

Your story is wonderful Cire.. so exciting description of the scene, this already posted manip shows what you've told

 

[Loxuru]

Exciting episodes, Cire!