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Chapter 29 is titled “Tuesday – Nailing Susan.” Susan Logan, the leggy blonde who was convicted of treason along with Jeremy, is crucified. This chapter is long enough that it would be too much to post this and the following chapter together, so this is the only one for today.
Susan and Jeremy are both sentenced to three days on the cross, nudity and a Class 2 sedile. This is not nearly as bad as Ellie’s sentence, but Ellie’s sentence was lighter before she was held in contempt of court. And finally, it’s up to the executioner. As long as he keeps them alive for three days on the cross, he can continue to maintain their IV nutrients, etc. for as long as he wishes.
“Be strong, Susan!” Jeremy shouted, his voice cracking with fear.
Yeah, take that bitch first, Jeremy thought, give me some more time, just a little more…
Ellie hung on her cross, twitching in agony as cramps prodded her, moaning as she watched Susan in fascination, wondering if this was real or another of the many hallucinations she’d been having.
“No, pleeeease!” Susan sobbed, her eyes wide in panic, whipping her head around to see the four big men who surrounded her. “I-I’m not ready! Take him first, not me! Don’t you understand? He was the leader, I was just a member of the cell, it’s not fair! I shouldn’t be first, no please please oh God don’t don’t crucify meee!”
Susan was suddenly speechless, staring. John the executioner was standing behind the crosspiece waiting for her, eyes regarding her through his black mask, the dead blow hammer in his right hand and two big crucifixion nails in his left.
This is it… he’s going to nail me to the cross! This can’t be real! Susan thought.
When the countdown ended, the wranglers next to her took her by her upper arms and half-carried her, staggering on legs gone weak, to her place in front of the crosspiece. They turned her to face forward and remained standing beside her, holding her up.
The one on her right swept her blonde ponytail over her shoulder to hang down her back, out of their way. Susan kept turning her head to stare in horror at the executioner waiting behind her, the hammer and nails in his hands. She was sobbing, visibly trembling.
The reporter stayed out of the way, but the TV cameramen moved around her, looking for the best angles to show off the naked blonde in the iron grip of the big men beside her, the executioner looming behind her. The video screens showed multiple views of her, along with views of Ellie and Jeremy.
Judge Schaefer, who had also presided over the trials of Jeremy and his group, stood in front of the place of execution. The crowd was quiet, everyone watching and listening. Ellie groaned in agony from her cross.
Susan stared at him in panic, her mouth working, wanting to say something but no words coming.
The judge read Susan’s sentence:
“…There to be nailed to a cross where she shall suffer for a time to exceed three days until she is dead.
“She is further sentenced to endure a Class 2 sedile, and to remain nude for her entire sentence. After being pronounced dead, her body shall remain on the cross for a minimum of twelve hours, after which time it shall be cremated and her ashes flushed into the city sewage system without ceremony, monument or memorial of any kind.
Continuing with the ritual, he turned to face Susan and said the words that would set her execution in motion:
“Place the traitor on the cross.”
Susan’s legs failed completely and she almost dropped to her knees before the wranglers caught her.
“No! No! Oh, please, I don’t want to die! Don’t no don’t crucify meeee no no…” She babbled, twisting and fighting for her life. She continued to scream and beg as the wranglers dragged her backwards on the ground toward her crosspiece.
This can’t be happening it can’t be real no I can’t die like this… Susan thought, her mind trying to deny what was happening to her.
The wranglers knelt when they were close enough and Bill, the one on Susan’s left, forced a hand between her thighs, got a solid hold on her ass cheeks and pushed her desperately wriggling body up until her shoulders were on the beam.
Susan felt the rough wood against her raw back and knew what it meant. Her head was spinning, her breaths coming in gasps. Her stomach ached with fear.
“AAAAAAHHHHHHH!! NO! NO! OH NO PLEASE…” She screamed, frantically trying to get herself off the beam. Bill on her left and Jack, the wrangler on Susan’s right, each got a hand on her shoulder on their side and leaned on her, pinning her down on the wood.
Stop it stop it stop it somebody save me don’t let them do this to me oh please God… Susan thought. She was lying on the ground, looking up at the cloudless sky and these men dressed in black, their faces above her, strong hands holding her down. And there was the man with the black mask, the hammer and nails…
Bill swung on top of Susan, forced a knee between her legs. She brought her left knee up as hard as she could into his groin, but he barely took any notice. Like all the other wranglers, Bill wore a protective cup as well as shin guards under his fatigues to protect against kicks.
As was his practice with females, he proceeded to force his other knee between her legs and spread them apart. At the same time, he moved his left hand to her upper chest and leaned on it to keep her pinned. He grasped her left forearm and held it up for another wrangler to wipe with antiseptic. Jack, the wrangler on her right, pinned her right arm down along the beam with both hands and leaned on it.
Susan screamed. She was completely overwhelmed but continued to struggle underneath the weight of the men holding her down. She had experienced the helplessness and humiliation of being strapped down, probed and measured and strapped to a cross during the brief time she spent being fitted for the Class 2 sedile. That was terrifying but it was over quickly, nothing like what Ellie had gone through.
Susan was neither prepared for the horror of helplessness, nor of being physically overpowered and vulnerable like this. Her legs were spread wide apart, exposing her private parts completely. She had only felt the weight of a man on top of her, strong arms enfolding her during the passion of sex. This felt like… rape!
She felt the coolness of the antiseptic on her wrist, smelled the alcohol and whipped her head around to see the wrangler applying it. When he moved out of the way the black-masked executioner knelt in his place, hammer in one hand and nail in the other.
“OHHHHHH!” Susan moaned. “Oh no no…” Time was running out.
There was a hush over the crowd, everyone watching silently, listening to Susan’s babbling, waiting for her screams of agony to begin. Ellie moaned in the background.
“No! No! This… it’s a mistake, no, you don’t understand, I-I’m not a traitor, I’m innocent! Please, please oh God listen to me, I’m not supposed to… you can’t do this, please stop please you have to stop!” Susan sobbed in terror.
Bill bent her forearm down, placed her wrist on the beam, adjusted it to line up the “X” tattooed on her wrist with the measured scribe marks on her crosspiece. Susan strained against him to move her wrist out of the way, but Bill was much too strong for her.
John placed the point of a nail on the “X”, pressed it down hard to hold her hand steady, raised his hammer halfway and quickly brought it down, just enough to drive the nail through and pin her wrist to the wood.
A loud scream exploded from Susan, her body convulsed, and she was struggling and screaming in agony. That was followed by a roar of cheering and applause from the crowd.
Oh God my wrist, they’re… crucifying me! She thought. I’m going to die!
Her bladder emptied, warm urine spurting and puddling in the grass between wide-spread legs that flailed uselessly on either side of the wrangler on top of her.
The cameramen moved around, putting images of Susan’s agonized face on the screen, full-length views of her writhing, naked body, the shame of her urination in public made even more public.
John brought his hammer down a second time, harder, driving the spike deeper into the beam, the deep wooden “thunk” loud over the sound system, followed by Susan’s strident scream. She barely had time to take a breath for another scream before the next blow of the hammer came. Bill released her forearm as there was no longer any need for him to hold it. Four more blows and the head of the nail was almost down against her wrist.
“Ok, everybody relax for a minute, commercial time!” Bill said, seeing the signal from the TV reporter.
“Hell of a time for a commercial,” John said, “I was just getting into my rhythm, too!”
“Ohhhh! Ohhh God ohhhhh!” Susan moaned in pain.
“You know,” Jack said, “there are worse jobs than rasslin’ naked women for a living!” The three of them laughed at that, but Susan didn’t.
“You doing ok there, Susan?” Bill asked. “You seem a little agitated!”
“OHHHHHH!” Susan turned her head to stare in horror at the head of the nail protruding from her left wrist, gasping for breath, tears running down her cheeks. “OHHHHH GOD! OHHH PLEASE STOP! STOP!”
“Well, gosh, can’t do that, Susan! We don’t get paid unless we finish,” Bill said. “That there is just one nail, and the work order says we have to install three more like it to finish this assembly, you know, ‘you and the cross become one.’ Kind of sounds like an old Madonna song, don’t it?” Bill hummed the tune.
“SHIT! OHHHH please it hurts…”
“Aw Susan, no, that’s not the next line,” Jack said, shaking his head. “Let’s see, what the hell is it? ‘I see you through the smokey air’… yeah, we got smoke from all the weed these folks around us here are smokin’!”
“Ok,” Bill said, “Commercial’s over. Let’s go!”
“NO! NO! AAAAAHHHHH!!” Susan screamed.
Jack handed off Susan’s right arm to Bill, who held it up for the antiseptic wipe. As John positioned himself to nail her wrist, Bill forced her arm down and lined up the tattooed “X” mark on her wrist with the scribe marks on that end of the beam.
Susan’s screams and the sounds of the hammer blows echoed across the park. After a couple of blows, Bill stood up and left Susan to writhe and kick unrestrained as John finished driving the nail down. When he was done, he stood up while the cameramen continued to video her.
“This‘un kicks and fights harder than that red-haired one, Ellie!” One of the men in the crowd said to another.
“She’s got more to kick with! Hell, her legs are about twice as long as Ellie’s!” The other one said.
“Yeah, love that blonde hair and those blue eyes, too, look how scared she is! Those big eyes!” The first man pointed to the big monitor.
“Hell yes! She knows for sure now she’s going to die!” The other man laughed. “I don’t think they generally believe it till the nails go in.”
Susan’s screams died down to groans of agony and sobbing. But her execution was not half-done yet.
There was a pause for another commercial break. Everyone watched the countdown timer on the big screens impatiently. Ellie screamed as she fought to raise herself on her cross, and the cameramen switched to show the crowd there her struggle while the TV audience saw a beer commercial.
When the commercial break ended, Bill and Jack knelt on either side of Susan and took hold of the ends of the beam. She sobbed, knowing what was coming. The only thing she could do, the same thing they all did, was pull her feet up close and prepare to try to use her legs to save the pull of the nails in her throbbing wrists. They were about to drag her to the post.
“Ready?” Bill said, looking at Jack.
“No! Please, I’m not ready! Wait! I need more time…”
“I wasn’t talking to you!” Bill laughed, “You don’t have to be ready, babe, just follow our lead!”
There was laughter from the crowd.
“Yep!” Jack said, adjusting his grip on the beam, “I’m good to go!”
They lifted the beam straight up to about hip level, pulling Susan up into a sitting position. She screamed in agony as the nails pulled at her wounds. She kept on screaming as they hauled her toward the post, writhing and scrabbling for purchase with her feet, her raw welted ass dragging along the ground.
When they stopped, She sat there with her back against the post, long legs spread out in front of her, groaning, watching in horror as the wranglers fitted the lifting brackets over the ends of the beam.
(Continued)
Susan and Jeremy are both sentenced to three days on the cross, nudity and a Class 2 sedile. This is not nearly as bad as Ellie’s sentence, but Ellie’s sentence was lighter before she was held in contempt of court. And finally, it’s up to the executioner. As long as he keeps them alive for three days on the cross, he can continue to maintain their IV nutrients, etc. for as long as he wishes.
Chapter 29: Tuesday – Nailing Susan
“Well, folks, it’s almost time for Susan Logan’s crucifixion to begin! Ken McDonald said. “As you can see, she’s terrified of what they’re about to do to her, but, well, she was convicted of treason and this is the penalty the law prescribes for that, so no surprises! They’re counting down now! The wranglers are about to take her… Let’s watch…”“Be strong, Susan!” Jeremy shouted, his voice cracking with fear.
Yeah, take that bitch first, Jeremy thought, give me some more time, just a little more…
Ellie hung on her cross, twitching in agony as cramps prodded her, moaning as she watched Susan in fascination, wondering if this was real or another of the many hallucinations she’d been having.
“No, pleeeease!” Susan sobbed, her eyes wide in panic, whipping her head around to see the four big men who surrounded her. “I-I’m not ready! Take him first, not me! Don’t you understand? He was the leader, I was just a member of the cell, it’s not fair! I shouldn’t be first, no please please oh God don’t don’t crucify meee!”
Susan was suddenly speechless, staring. John the executioner was standing behind the crosspiece waiting for her, eyes regarding her through his black mask, the dead blow hammer in his right hand and two big crucifixion nails in his left.
This is it… he’s going to nail me to the cross! This can’t be real! Susan thought.
When the countdown ended, the wranglers next to her took her by her upper arms and half-carried her, staggering on legs gone weak, to her place in front of the crosspiece. They turned her to face forward and remained standing beside her, holding her up.
The one on her right swept her blonde ponytail over her shoulder to hang down her back, out of their way. Susan kept turning her head to stare in horror at the executioner waiting behind her, the hammer and nails in his hands. She was sobbing, visibly trembling.
The reporter stayed out of the way, but the TV cameramen moved around her, looking for the best angles to show off the naked blonde in the iron grip of the big men beside her, the executioner looming behind her. The video screens showed multiple views of her, along with views of Ellie and Jeremy.
Judge Schaefer, who had also presided over the trials of Jeremy and his group, stood in front of the place of execution. The crowd was quiet, everyone watching and listening. Ellie groaned in agony from her cross.
Susan stared at him in panic, her mouth working, wanting to say something but no words coming.
The judge read Susan’s sentence:
“…There to be nailed to a cross where she shall suffer for a time to exceed three days until she is dead.
“She is further sentenced to endure a Class 2 sedile, and to remain nude for her entire sentence. After being pronounced dead, her body shall remain on the cross for a minimum of twelve hours, after which time it shall be cremated and her ashes flushed into the city sewage system without ceremony, monument or memorial of any kind.
Continuing with the ritual, he turned to face Susan and said the words that would set her execution in motion:
“Place the traitor on the cross.”
Susan’s legs failed completely and she almost dropped to her knees before the wranglers caught her.
“No! No! Oh, please, I don’t want to die! Don’t no don’t crucify meeee no no…” She babbled, twisting and fighting for her life. She continued to scream and beg as the wranglers dragged her backwards on the ground toward her crosspiece.
This can’t be happening it can’t be real no I can’t die like this… Susan thought, her mind trying to deny what was happening to her.
The wranglers knelt when they were close enough and Bill, the one on Susan’s left, forced a hand between her thighs, got a solid hold on her ass cheeks and pushed her desperately wriggling body up until her shoulders were on the beam.
Susan felt the rough wood against her raw back and knew what it meant. Her head was spinning, her breaths coming in gasps. Her stomach ached with fear.
“AAAAAAHHHHHHH!! NO! NO! OH NO PLEASE…” She screamed, frantically trying to get herself off the beam. Bill on her left and Jack, the wrangler on Susan’s right, each got a hand on her shoulder on their side and leaned on her, pinning her down on the wood.
Stop it stop it stop it somebody save me don’t let them do this to me oh please God… Susan thought. She was lying on the ground, looking up at the cloudless sky and these men dressed in black, their faces above her, strong hands holding her down. And there was the man with the black mask, the hammer and nails…
Bill swung on top of Susan, forced a knee between her legs. She brought her left knee up as hard as she could into his groin, but he barely took any notice. Like all the other wranglers, Bill wore a protective cup as well as shin guards under his fatigues to protect against kicks.
As was his practice with females, he proceeded to force his other knee between her legs and spread them apart. At the same time, he moved his left hand to her upper chest and leaned on it to keep her pinned. He grasped her left forearm and held it up for another wrangler to wipe with antiseptic. Jack, the wrangler on her right, pinned her right arm down along the beam with both hands and leaned on it.
Susan screamed. She was completely overwhelmed but continued to struggle underneath the weight of the men holding her down. She had experienced the helplessness and humiliation of being strapped down, probed and measured and strapped to a cross during the brief time she spent being fitted for the Class 2 sedile. That was terrifying but it was over quickly, nothing like what Ellie had gone through.
Susan was neither prepared for the horror of helplessness, nor of being physically overpowered and vulnerable like this. Her legs were spread wide apart, exposing her private parts completely. She had only felt the weight of a man on top of her, strong arms enfolding her during the passion of sex. This felt like… rape!
She felt the coolness of the antiseptic on her wrist, smelled the alcohol and whipped her head around to see the wrangler applying it. When he moved out of the way the black-masked executioner knelt in his place, hammer in one hand and nail in the other.
“OHHHHHH!” Susan moaned. “Oh no no…” Time was running out.
There was a hush over the crowd, everyone watching silently, listening to Susan’s babbling, waiting for her screams of agony to begin. Ellie moaned in the background.
“No! No! This… it’s a mistake, no, you don’t understand, I-I’m not a traitor, I’m innocent! Please, please oh God listen to me, I’m not supposed to… you can’t do this, please stop please you have to stop!” Susan sobbed in terror.
Bill bent her forearm down, placed her wrist on the beam, adjusted it to line up the “X” tattooed on her wrist with the measured scribe marks on her crosspiece. Susan strained against him to move her wrist out of the way, but Bill was much too strong for her.
John placed the point of a nail on the “X”, pressed it down hard to hold her hand steady, raised his hammer halfway and quickly brought it down, just enough to drive the nail through and pin her wrist to the wood.
A loud scream exploded from Susan, her body convulsed, and she was struggling and screaming in agony. That was followed by a roar of cheering and applause from the crowd.
Oh God my wrist, they’re… crucifying me! She thought. I’m going to die!
Her bladder emptied, warm urine spurting and puddling in the grass between wide-spread legs that flailed uselessly on either side of the wrangler on top of her.
The cameramen moved around, putting images of Susan’s agonized face on the screen, full-length views of her writhing, naked body, the shame of her urination in public made even more public.
John brought his hammer down a second time, harder, driving the spike deeper into the beam, the deep wooden “thunk” loud over the sound system, followed by Susan’s strident scream. She barely had time to take a breath for another scream before the next blow of the hammer came. Bill released her forearm as there was no longer any need for him to hold it. Four more blows and the head of the nail was almost down against her wrist.
“Ok, everybody relax for a minute, commercial time!” Bill said, seeing the signal from the TV reporter.
“Hell of a time for a commercial,” John said, “I was just getting into my rhythm, too!”
“Ohhhh! Ohhh God ohhhhh!” Susan moaned in pain.
“You know,” Jack said, “there are worse jobs than rasslin’ naked women for a living!” The three of them laughed at that, but Susan didn’t.
“You doing ok there, Susan?” Bill asked. “You seem a little agitated!”
“OHHHHHH!” Susan turned her head to stare in horror at the head of the nail protruding from her left wrist, gasping for breath, tears running down her cheeks. “OHHHHH GOD! OHHH PLEASE STOP! STOP!”
“Well, gosh, can’t do that, Susan! We don’t get paid unless we finish,” Bill said. “That there is just one nail, and the work order says we have to install three more like it to finish this assembly, you know, ‘you and the cross become one.’ Kind of sounds like an old Madonna song, don’t it?” Bill hummed the tune.
“SHIT! OHHHH please it hurts…”
“Aw Susan, no, that’s not the next line,” Jack said, shaking his head. “Let’s see, what the hell is it? ‘I see you through the smokey air’… yeah, we got smoke from all the weed these folks around us here are smokin’!”
“Ok,” Bill said, “Commercial’s over. Let’s go!”
“NO! NO! AAAAAHHHHH!!” Susan screamed.
Jack handed off Susan’s right arm to Bill, who held it up for the antiseptic wipe. As John positioned himself to nail her wrist, Bill forced her arm down and lined up the tattooed “X” mark on her wrist with the scribe marks on that end of the beam.
Susan’s screams and the sounds of the hammer blows echoed across the park. After a couple of blows, Bill stood up and left Susan to writhe and kick unrestrained as John finished driving the nail down. When he was done, he stood up while the cameramen continued to video her.
“This‘un kicks and fights harder than that red-haired one, Ellie!” One of the men in the crowd said to another.
“She’s got more to kick with! Hell, her legs are about twice as long as Ellie’s!” The other one said.
“Yeah, love that blonde hair and those blue eyes, too, look how scared she is! Those big eyes!” The first man pointed to the big monitor.
“Hell yes! She knows for sure now she’s going to die!” The other man laughed. “I don’t think they generally believe it till the nails go in.”
Susan’s screams died down to groans of agony and sobbing. But her execution was not half-done yet.
There was a pause for another commercial break. Everyone watched the countdown timer on the big screens impatiently. Ellie screamed as she fought to raise herself on her cross, and the cameramen switched to show the crowd there her struggle while the TV audience saw a beer commercial.
When the commercial break ended, Bill and Jack knelt on either side of Susan and took hold of the ends of the beam. She sobbed, knowing what was coming. The only thing she could do, the same thing they all did, was pull her feet up close and prepare to try to use her legs to save the pull of the nails in her throbbing wrists. They were about to drag her to the post.
“Ready?” Bill said, looking at Jack.
“No! Please, I’m not ready! Wait! I need more time…”
“I wasn’t talking to you!” Bill laughed, “You don’t have to be ready, babe, just follow our lead!”
There was laughter from the crowd.
“Yep!” Jack said, adjusting his grip on the beam, “I’m good to go!”
They lifted the beam straight up to about hip level, pulling Susan up into a sitting position. She screamed in agony as the nails pulled at her wounds. She kept on screaming as they hauled her toward the post, writhing and scrabbling for purchase with her feet, her raw welted ass dragging along the ground.
When they stopped, She sat there with her back against the post, long legs spread out in front of her, groaning, watching in horror as the wranglers fitted the lifting brackets over the ends of the beam.
(Continued)
