DENA:
NAILING MESSALINE'S WRISTS
......most of you probably don't understand. I was under immense pressure during the march. It wasn't quite clear if Lucia was going to make it to the crucifixion site, though now it seems that everything goes the way I want it. Some guards are constantly keeping an eye on the condemned, while others are checking out what the mob is up to. I'm feeling absolutely safe, and can concentrate on what I'm doing. I'm appreciating the work of the guards.
I yell:
"Bring her over here."
Messaline is standing in front of her assembled cross on the ground. Knowing that the Patibulum has been in use already, will I have to pay attention that the nail is not driven into a hole from a previous execution.
I step up to her and tear her loincloth off. Immediately two of the guards take the trembling victim by the upper arms, place her with her shoulders onto the Patibulum, the ass on the stipes. The laughter of the audience is echoing at the site. No wonder, the way the guards handled the screaming, resisting Messaline, caused her boobs to dangle randomly. Once layying on the cross, another guard is kneeling down to support her head, a fourth is securing her legs.
I advise:
"When you place her wrists, make sure that we have solid wood underneath."
She is constantly watching me. Her eyes are following every move I make. The feeling of ultimate power is absolutely exciting. I kneel down in front of her right arm, pick up the hammer and receive the first nail from one of the guards.
The Legionaire that's holding the arm is stretching out her fingers with his right, while pinning down her forearm with his left.
I speak to Messaline:
"Relax Messaline. Don't resist. Then it's easier for you and me. Let me search the right spot for the nail."
With my thumb I'm pushing into her wrist, until I can feel the spot. If everything fits, the nail will pass through without causing any major damage. Hectorius is joining us with a Pilum, to mark the spot for the nail. I place the tip right into that cut. Then I'm pushing and twisting the nail down into the flesh. Messaline has opened her mouth in disbelief, gasping for air, still monitoring everything I do, while little blood is exiting the wound.
I raise the hammer and give the nail a good blow. I'm able to tell, that with the first hit, the nail went through the wrist to the wood. Messaline is screaming, wants to writh, raise her upper body, though the guards hold her in place. Mainly all that happens is that she got her boobs shaking for the audience repeatedly. I recognize the loud laughter, but have no time to think. With a few more blows I drive the nail into the wood, fixing her arm. Looking at my work for a short while, more blood starts to seep out, but obviously nothing serious. The nail is placed well, her fingers got pulled back, forming some sort of a claw. After a while her thumb will, due to the pain, dig into the palm of her hand. I'm pleased, in this manner no blood vessels will be damaged. If I can get the other side similar, Messaline will be subject to the full horror of the cross.
Getting up, I step over the screaming Messaline, to kneel down in front of her left hand:
"Don't overstretch her arms. I want to give her freedom to move on the cross, and would like to have her upper body pulling her down."
After searching for the right spot, and the mark by Hectorius' Pilum on her left wrist, I'm placing the nail like I did before. Twisting it, pushing it down into the flesh, searching for the way that the nail has to take. This time I really enjoy what I'm doing. After the first blow I look over to Messaline. Our eyes meet and I smile at her:
"See Messaline, how Rome is treating rebels? I hope this is what you have expected."
With heavy blows, merciless, I drive that nail in. Everytime I hit it, Messaline is exhaling and then screaming. In some way, it's like a game. I hit, she screams.
Due to the hot summer sun, sweat is newly my issue. As soon as the nail is fixing the girls left arm, I'm taking off my tunic. Accidently I'm pulling up the fabric that is covering my nipples, expose my tits to the men and Messaline:
Speaking to them laughing:
"What's up guys. Some of you have an erection. Go by your business just like I do."
For a second I want to arrange the fabric again, but decide to take it off completely. Noticing that Messaline on the ground is examining me.
Sweat is running down my back and down between my breasts, dripping onto Messaline, as I kneel down to check if the nails are serving the purpose. My nipples are erecting, the sensation of power is overwhelming.....