D
Deleted member jedakk
Guest
Chapter 32 is titled "Crucifixion, Tuesday Night Special Program." There's the electrical torture of Jeremy and a conversation between Ellie and Susan where Ellie learns that all her friends are going to be crucified, too. Meanwhile, Alice has another idea while having sex and has to get up and leave. Jake, her husband, says he's going to call Sherry to come over and finish. The reporter interviews Susan just after she's had her breasts whipped. While Jeremy's torture continues, Alice shows up at Judge Schaefer's house with her great idea.
The fictional Sherry that Alice and Jake talk about is based on a pretty redhead who hit on me about twenty-five years ago. No, I didn't take her up on it, but I never forgot it.
John the executioner was talking to the TV camera, “That was just a taste for Jeremy of what we could do to his penis! It will get a lot worse than that, believe me! I don’t want him to faint and escape his punishment, but he will a few times tonight. His penis is so sensitive we have to give him a little at a time, play with the intensity and duration.”
John demonstrated how he could force Jeremy to orgasm with just a small electric current through his penis, just a gentle buzz. The crowd watched, laughing as Jeremy’s cock swelled until it stood out straight and quivering. Then they laughed uproariously when one of the wranglers brought out a yardstick and used it to measure Jeremy’s bobbing erection.
“Seven and uh… three-eighths inches!” He shouted, and the crowd erupted.
Jeremy moaned when John turned up the intensity of the electric current just a little. His penis began to throb, lifting and dropping. Then Jeremy came, firing a glob of semen at least six feet before it arced down to land in the grass. He launched three more missiles of similar power but decreasing caliber before slowing to a final dangling stringy drip.
Ellie found herself fighting to get enough breath again. She forced out a sigh and steeled herself for the agonizing struggle to rise. She groaned as she pulled against her wrists and forced her feet down against the nails, screaming hoarsely as she struggled upward. Her head was swimming; she fought to stay conscious, knowing she’d have to start all over again if she failed.
“Another consideration is,” John was saying, “if you apply electricity to one spot too long, it begins to get numb. So you need to give it a minute or two to recover its full sensitivity. While we’re waiting, let’s give his balls some attention.”
“Oh no, oh no…” Jeremy babbled in terror, watching as John twisted one of the dials on his console and pressed a button. He screamed and writhed as a shock hit his left testicle, the pain radiating up into his abdomen. He tried to squeeze his thighs together, to clasp his balls between them to ease the buzzing, hammering pain. Doing so meant he had to twist the wounds in his feet around the square nails that impaled them. He abandoned that and simply hung there screaming helplessly, his body shuddering with agony.
Ellie held herself up on the nails in her feet, groaning. Susan screamed in agony on her left side, writhing in torment, long blonde ponytail whipping side-to-side. Ellie turned her head to look at her, watched as she stretched herself upward, straining to reach as high as she could while fighting to bear the pain in her feet.
Sweat glistened as it trickled down her naked body. Her perfect breasts with their pink nipples quivered with each gasping breath, jiggled every time her body jerked in response to some new agony.
“Susan…” Ellie said.
“Wh-what the hell… do you want?” Susan turned her pain-filled eyes toward her.
“I-I don’t hate you AAAAAHHHH!! Oh God oh God… Don’t hate you… J-Jeremy got us both… crucified. Th-that revolution bullshit…”
After a moment, Susan answered, “Yeah… Ohhhh! Shit! Yeah w-wish I’d never… seen him. N-now all the girls… going to be crucified too!”
Ellie stared at her. “All? They got… everybody?”
“All convicted MMMPH! Of treason. All sentenced to c-crucifixion.” Susan sank down to hang by her wrists. “Just like us…”
Ellie felt herself slipping lower too. Susan, Jeremy, and everyone else? All crucified? She imagined the friends, all the girls and men too she thought of as family, who were going to be nailed to crosses, suffer for days.
Susan was almost as much a victim of Jeremy’s as she was. Almost all of them were victims. They’d made bad decisions and been duped, too.
Susan would become the star of the show when they took a break with Jeremy. Susan would entertain the onlookers by having her breasts whipped tonight, but she knew her turn would come with the electricity. No one condemned to the cross escaped that.
Three days of this torture and we can die, Susan thought. At least he didn’t give us five days, like Ellie. Thank God for that!
“No! Please! AAHHHHHHHH!!” Jeremy screamed as the executioner gave him another powerful shock to his penis.
“Yes! Yes! Oh yes!” Alice shouted.
“Wow!” Her husband Jake said, startled. “Haven’t heard you say that in donkey’s years! So I was really great, huh?”
“Oh! Uh, Ohhh God, yes! Oh Jake, you were amazing!” Alice said, wriggling out from under him.
“Yeah, that’s me, the great lover.” He frowned. “Provider of inspiration. Master swordsman deluxe. Whatever it was you thought of, you better go write it down before you forget.”
“Oh Jake! I’m sorry!” Alice said, standing next to the bed naked, flushed and a little out of breath from their lovemaking. “I-I can’t get this off my mind! The client I had that they crucified…”
“Yeah, saw her on TV. Shame, she’s got a great ass! What a waste,” Jake said. “And those tits, more than a mouthful!”
“Hmmph! Jake Goodman, you are gonna go to hell!” Alice looked at him sternly. “You know I’ve been trying for days to get her taken down. I don’t even know if she can be saved now, but I have one more idea. Got to go!” She ran for the bathroom to clean up.
“Ok! I’ll just call Sherry to come over so I can finish!” He called out after her.
“Ok hun, whatever!” Alice said without thinking, then realized what he’d said. “No honey, don’t get up, I’ll call her and tell her I’m going out, you’ve still got a hard-on and the coast is clear!”
It was a running joke between them. There was no Sherry.
Joe the whipmaster completed his thirty-minute program with a stroke of the whip to Susan’s left nipple. She screamed, then sobbed in agony, her breasts covered in red and purple welts, some of them bleeding.
“So, folks, that completes Susan Logan’s breast whipping for tonight! An abbreviated program because we have to squeeze two executed criminals into a one-hour show. Well, Susan, how are you feeling?” He held the microphone up toward Susan.
“Eat s-shit! AAAHHHHHHH! OHHH!” Susan replied.
“I get that a lot! It’s been almost eight hours now since you were nailed to the cross. All things considered, do you think you’d choose to commit treason if you had it to do over again?”
“I-fuck you! I wish I could die right now and g-get it over with!”
“A lot of people say that after spending a few hours on the cross. They’re afraid to die, then the cross takes away their fear somehow. So I notice you’ve tried that sedile a few times now. Don’t you find it a bit hard on the old asshole and pussy?”
“Bastard! I’d like to jam it up your ass AAAAAAHHHHHH!! Oh God! And-and see how y-you feel NNNNNGGGG! A-about it!”
“Well, enjoyed our little talk, but I need to go over to where the second half of Jeremy Garrison’s torture is about to begin.” The cameraman followed as McDonald moved past Ellie’s cross to Jeremy.
“And folks, here’s Jeremy again. Jeremy had a split program tonight, two parts of fifteen minutes each. In this segment, John the executioner will use the wand exclusively to give Jeremy quick, high-intensity shocks wherever he chooses to touch his body. Jeremy will find this punishment agonizing. Let’s see what Jeremy thinks about it.” The reporter turned to Jeremy, who was staring at the executioner in wide-eyed panic.
“So, Jeremy! The executioner is about to begin the second half of your punishment! How do you feel about it?”
“I-I can’t! Please, c-cant you make it st-stop!”
“No, I’m afraid I can’t, Jeremy! Not up to me! Don’t you think you deserve this punishment?”
“W-what?! NO! Oh God no! I didn’t do anything to deserve th-this!”
“You son of a bitch!” Ellie screamed from her cross. “It’s-it’s because of you… I’m dying on this cross! You deserve worse!”
“There’s the opinion of one of your ex-fans, Jeremy!” McDonald said. “You know there are millions of people watching and wanting to see you receive justice. Don’t you feel sorry now you committed treason?”
“Oh God I-I yes I’m sorry I’m sorry please don’t hurt me anymore!”
“Well Jeremy, I’ve enjoyed our little talk, but it’s time now for John to administer the rest of your special punishment for tonight’s show. So I’m turning it over to him!”
“Thank you!” John said, acknowledging the applause from the crowd. “Now as you may already know, this wand is set to the maximum intensity, which means it will deliver a shock so painful I can only give Jeremy a brief touch here and there. Any more might send him into shock, and we don’t want that.
“Now, as you can see, we removed the wires that were attached to his cock and balls…” John used the tip of the wand to lift Jeremy’s testicles to show what he was talking about.
“OOWWWWWWWW!!” Jeremy screamed.
“Uh, Jeremy, the wand isn’t on yet!” John said. There was hysterical laughter from the crowd; all of them were fooled, too.
“Oh God oh God please don’t hurt meee!” Jeremy sobbed.
“Hmm… Well, the ground electrode for this is the steel wool tampon we inserted into Jeremy’s rectum. Let’s begin!”
There was applause and shouting from the crowd as John turned toward Jeremy, who had raised himself up high on his bloody feet as if he might escape the reach of the wand’s tip. John reached up and touched the wand to the tip of Jeremy’s penis.
“AHHHHHHHHHHH!! Oh God oh please stop stop ohhhh…” Jeremy screamed wildly in agony and slid down to hang by his wrists. There was no laughter, only a murmur from the crowd. No one doubted it had been agonizing.
The torture went on, with Jeremy fainting once when John touched the wand to one of his testicles. To the onlookers, it was over quickly, but to Jeremy it was quite a different matter.
When the program was over at nine o’clock, many in the crowd folded up their lawn chairs and blankets and left. Quite a few hit the concession stands, bought beer and pizza, burgers or hot dogs and settled themselves in to watch the three tortured, dying criminals continue to struggle on their crosses.
“Alice? How the hell did you get this number?”
“Uh, judge, I’d rather not say…”
“My secretary! I’m going to chew her shapely ass out!” The judge shouted angrily. He covered the phone. “Gina! Dammit, I told you never to give this number out to anybody! Now look, I’ve got crazy Alice calling me at home!”
“Huh?” Gina, who was indeed shapely, blonde and very naked, replied sleepily from the other side of the bed.
“Uh, judge, you have to cover the mouthpiece, not the earpiece if you don’t want someone to hear you.” Alice said.
“Huh? Oh…” the judge said, frowning at his phone.
“Look judge, please don’t blame Gina! I wouldn’t call you if it wasn’t life or death. You know that!”
“Dammit, this better be good. It’s almost fucking midnight, you know that?”
“Judge, I-I had another idea. This is going to work, or you can hold me in contempt and lock me up for thirty days. Please judge!”
“Oh, what the hell, I’m listening.”
When Alice explained her plan, the judge said, “Ok, yeah, I agree. Might have to ask forgiveness from somebody and smooth some ruffled feathers, but let’s do it. I guess you have the order for me to sign?”
“Of course!” Alice said.
“Ok,” the judge said, rubbing his eyes. “How long will it take you to get over here?”
“Uh, thirty seconds?”
“You’re fucking standing out front, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
Gina, fully awake now, rolled over towards him, slipped a hand between his legs and caressed his penis.
“Mmph!” The judge choked out, “Gina! Not now, something I have to take care of first!”
Gina smiled, slipped out of bed and walked toward the bathroom, still totally naked. He swiveled his neck around, his eyes following the somewhat exaggerated wiggle of her wonderful bare ass as she walked away. He sighed, enjoying the moment of bliss she gave him.
She knows exactly what she’s doing to me. He thought. He felt his tingling penis continue to swell, looked down at it.
“At ease, little guy! Just have to wait!” He sighed regretfully, then realized too late Alice was still on the line. “Ohh! I, uh…”
“Don’t need to know, judge!” Alice said, unable to completely stifle a giggle.
“Let me get some clothes on, counselor,” the judge sighed. “No idea where the hell my robe is. Have to find something else…”
The judge hung up and sat naked on the side of his bed. Now he had a raging erection, couldn’t go down and see Alice like this. He could just try thinking about baseball, but he had something else to do anyway.
He speed-dialed the US Marshals Service, told them who he was and that there would be a court order coming in by fax in a few minutes, to be executed forthwith.
“I’m calling you as a heads-up it’s coming and to tell you what it is. There is a prisoner currently crucified in Jones Park. I am ordering she be taken down and transported for medical treatment.”
“Let me get this straight, judge. She’s actually nailed to a cross right now? She’s not still awaiting execution?” The marshal asked.
“Correct,” the judge said. “She’s been crucified since last Saturday, so about three and a half days. I don’t know if she can be saved at this point. Most of the condemned we crucify are already dead by this time.”
“We’ll do our part to see she has a chance.”
“I know you will,” the judge sighed. “Well, obviously, this is a life-and-death situation. You can’t just use a crowbar to pry the nails out and you can’t use any of the union contractors who deal with crucifixions to get her down, already tried that. Fucking unions! I think this is a job for the local fire department rescue unit,”
“First thing I thought of,” the marshal said. “I’ll start coordinating with them immediately, before the fax comes in.”
“Thanks,” the judge said. “Keep me in the loop on this, will you? Don’t worry about the time.”
The judge hung up, checked to see that his erection had deflated, threw on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt and padded downstairs barefoot to open the front door.
The fictional Sherry that Alice and Jake talk about is based on a pretty redhead who hit on me about twenty-five years ago. No, I didn't take her up on it, but I never forgot it.
Chapter 32: Crucifixion, Tuesday Night Special Program
“How does your cock feel now, Jeremy?!” Ellie taunted him after his screaming stopped and he hung groaning helplessly, eyes wide in terror following the searing, five-second electric shock they had just delivered to his penis. His head hung forward, body limp, shiny and dripping with sweat.John the executioner was talking to the TV camera, “That was just a taste for Jeremy of what we could do to his penis! It will get a lot worse than that, believe me! I don’t want him to faint and escape his punishment, but he will a few times tonight. His penis is so sensitive we have to give him a little at a time, play with the intensity and duration.”
John demonstrated how he could force Jeremy to orgasm with just a small electric current through his penis, just a gentle buzz. The crowd watched, laughing as Jeremy’s cock swelled until it stood out straight and quivering. Then they laughed uproariously when one of the wranglers brought out a yardstick and used it to measure Jeremy’s bobbing erection.
“Seven and uh… three-eighths inches!” He shouted, and the crowd erupted.
Jeremy moaned when John turned up the intensity of the electric current just a little. His penis began to throb, lifting and dropping. Then Jeremy came, firing a glob of semen at least six feet before it arced down to land in the grass. He launched three more missiles of similar power but decreasing caliber before slowing to a final dangling stringy drip.
Ellie found herself fighting to get enough breath again. She forced out a sigh and steeled herself for the agonizing struggle to rise. She groaned as she pulled against her wrists and forced her feet down against the nails, screaming hoarsely as she struggled upward. Her head was swimming; she fought to stay conscious, knowing she’d have to start all over again if she failed.
“Another consideration is,” John was saying, “if you apply electricity to one spot too long, it begins to get numb. So you need to give it a minute or two to recover its full sensitivity. While we’re waiting, let’s give his balls some attention.”
“Oh no, oh no…” Jeremy babbled in terror, watching as John twisted one of the dials on his console and pressed a button. He screamed and writhed as a shock hit his left testicle, the pain radiating up into his abdomen. He tried to squeeze his thighs together, to clasp his balls between them to ease the buzzing, hammering pain. Doing so meant he had to twist the wounds in his feet around the square nails that impaled them. He abandoned that and simply hung there screaming helplessly, his body shuddering with agony.
Ellie held herself up on the nails in her feet, groaning. Susan screamed in agony on her left side, writhing in torment, long blonde ponytail whipping side-to-side. Ellie turned her head to look at her, watched as she stretched herself upward, straining to reach as high as she could while fighting to bear the pain in her feet.
Sweat glistened as it trickled down her naked body. Her perfect breasts with their pink nipples quivered with each gasping breath, jiggled every time her body jerked in response to some new agony.
“Susan…” Ellie said.
“Wh-what the hell… do you want?” Susan turned her pain-filled eyes toward her.
“I-I don’t hate you AAAAAHHHH!! Oh God oh God… Don’t hate you… J-Jeremy got us both… crucified. Th-that revolution bullshit…”
After a moment, Susan answered, “Yeah… Ohhhh! Shit! Yeah w-wish I’d never… seen him. N-now all the girls… going to be crucified too!”
Ellie stared at her. “All? They got… everybody?”
“All convicted MMMPH! Of treason. All sentenced to c-crucifixion.” Susan sank down to hang by her wrists. “Just like us…”
Ellie felt herself slipping lower too. Susan, Jeremy, and everyone else? All crucified? She imagined the friends, all the girls and men too she thought of as family, who were going to be nailed to crosses, suffer for days.
Susan was almost as much a victim of Jeremy’s as she was. Almost all of them were victims. They’d made bad decisions and been duped, too.
Susan would become the star of the show when they took a break with Jeremy. Susan would entertain the onlookers by having her breasts whipped tonight, but she knew her turn would come with the electricity. No one condemned to the cross escaped that.
Three days of this torture and we can die, Susan thought. At least he didn’t give us five days, like Ellie. Thank God for that!
“No! Please! AAHHHHHHHH!!” Jeremy screamed as the executioner gave him another powerful shock to his penis.
************************
“Yes! Yes! Oh yes!” Alice shouted.
“Wow!” Her husband Jake said, startled. “Haven’t heard you say that in donkey’s years! So I was really great, huh?”
“Oh! Uh, Ohhh God, yes! Oh Jake, you were amazing!” Alice said, wriggling out from under him.
“Yeah, that’s me, the great lover.” He frowned. “Provider of inspiration. Master swordsman deluxe. Whatever it was you thought of, you better go write it down before you forget.”
“Oh Jake! I’m sorry!” Alice said, standing next to the bed naked, flushed and a little out of breath from their lovemaking. “I-I can’t get this off my mind! The client I had that they crucified…”
“Yeah, saw her on TV. Shame, she’s got a great ass! What a waste,” Jake said. “And those tits, more than a mouthful!”
“Hmmph! Jake Goodman, you are gonna go to hell!” Alice looked at him sternly. “You know I’ve been trying for days to get her taken down. I don’t even know if she can be saved now, but I have one more idea. Got to go!” She ran for the bathroom to clean up.
“Ok! I’ll just call Sherry to come over so I can finish!” He called out after her.
“Ok hun, whatever!” Alice said without thinking, then realized what he’d said. “No honey, don’t get up, I’ll call her and tell her I’m going out, you’ve still got a hard-on and the coast is clear!”
It was a running joke between them. There was no Sherry.
************************
Joe the whipmaster completed his thirty-minute program with a stroke of the whip to Susan’s left nipple. She screamed, then sobbed in agony, her breasts covered in red and purple welts, some of them bleeding.
“So, folks, that completes Susan Logan’s breast whipping for tonight! An abbreviated program because we have to squeeze two executed criminals into a one-hour show. Well, Susan, how are you feeling?” He held the microphone up toward Susan.
“Eat s-shit! AAAHHHHHHH! OHHH!” Susan replied.
“I get that a lot! It’s been almost eight hours now since you were nailed to the cross. All things considered, do you think you’d choose to commit treason if you had it to do over again?”
“I-fuck you! I wish I could die right now and g-get it over with!”
“A lot of people say that after spending a few hours on the cross. They’re afraid to die, then the cross takes away their fear somehow. So I notice you’ve tried that sedile a few times now. Don’t you find it a bit hard on the old asshole and pussy?”
“Bastard! I’d like to jam it up your ass AAAAAAHHHHHH!! Oh God! And-and see how y-you feel NNNNNGGGG! A-about it!”
“Well, enjoyed our little talk, but I need to go over to where the second half of Jeremy Garrison’s torture is about to begin.” The cameraman followed as McDonald moved past Ellie’s cross to Jeremy.
“And folks, here’s Jeremy again. Jeremy had a split program tonight, two parts of fifteen minutes each. In this segment, John the executioner will use the wand exclusively to give Jeremy quick, high-intensity shocks wherever he chooses to touch his body. Jeremy will find this punishment agonizing. Let’s see what Jeremy thinks about it.” The reporter turned to Jeremy, who was staring at the executioner in wide-eyed panic.
“So, Jeremy! The executioner is about to begin the second half of your punishment! How do you feel about it?”
“I-I can’t! Please, c-cant you make it st-stop!”
“No, I’m afraid I can’t, Jeremy! Not up to me! Don’t you think you deserve this punishment?”
“W-what?! NO! Oh God no! I didn’t do anything to deserve th-this!”
“You son of a bitch!” Ellie screamed from her cross. “It’s-it’s because of you… I’m dying on this cross! You deserve worse!”
“There’s the opinion of one of your ex-fans, Jeremy!” McDonald said. “You know there are millions of people watching and wanting to see you receive justice. Don’t you feel sorry now you committed treason?”
“Oh God I-I yes I’m sorry I’m sorry please don’t hurt me anymore!”
“Well Jeremy, I’ve enjoyed our little talk, but it’s time now for John to administer the rest of your special punishment for tonight’s show. So I’m turning it over to him!”
“Thank you!” John said, acknowledging the applause from the crowd. “Now as you may already know, this wand is set to the maximum intensity, which means it will deliver a shock so painful I can only give Jeremy a brief touch here and there. Any more might send him into shock, and we don’t want that.
“Now, as you can see, we removed the wires that were attached to his cock and balls…” John used the tip of the wand to lift Jeremy’s testicles to show what he was talking about.
“OOWWWWWWWW!!” Jeremy screamed.
“Uh, Jeremy, the wand isn’t on yet!” John said. There was hysterical laughter from the crowd; all of them were fooled, too.
“Oh God oh God please don’t hurt meee!” Jeremy sobbed.
“Hmm… Well, the ground electrode for this is the steel wool tampon we inserted into Jeremy’s rectum. Let’s begin!”
There was applause and shouting from the crowd as John turned toward Jeremy, who had raised himself up high on his bloody feet as if he might escape the reach of the wand’s tip. John reached up and touched the wand to the tip of Jeremy’s penis.
“AHHHHHHHHHHH!! Oh God oh please stop stop ohhhh…” Jeremy screamed wildly in agony and slid down to hang by his wrists. There was no laughter, only a murmur from the crowd. No one doubted it had been agonizing.
The torture went on, with Jeremy fainting once when John touched the wand to one of his testicles. To the onlookers, it was over quickly, but to Jeremy it was quite a different matter.
When the program was over at nine o’clock, many in the crowd folded up their lawn chairs and blankets and left. Quite a few hit the concession stands, bought beer and pizza, burgers or hot dogs and settled themselves in to watch the three tortured, dying criminals continue to struggle on their crosses.
************************
“Alice? How the hell did you get this number?”
“Uh, judge, I’d rather not say…”
“My secretary! I’m going to chew her shapely ass out!” The judge shouted angrily. He covered the phone. “Gina! Dammit, I told you never to give this number out to anybody! Now look, I’ve got crazy Alice calling me at home!”
“Huh?” Gina, who was indeed shapely, blonde and very naked, replied sleepily from the other side of the bed.
“Uh, judge, you have to cover the mouthpiece, not the earpiece if you don’t want someone to hear you.” Alice said.
“Huh? Oh…” the judge said, frowning at his phone.
“Look judge, please don’t blame Gina! I wouldn’t call you if it wasn’t life or death. You know that!”
“Dammit, this better be good. It’s almost fucking midnight, you know that?”
“Judge, I-I had another idea. This is going to work, or you can hold me in contempt and lock me up for thirty days. Please judge!”
“Oh, what the hell, I’m listening.”
When Alice explained her plan, the judge said, “Ok, yeah, I agree. Might have to ask forgiveness from somebody and smooth some ruffled feathers, but let’s do it. I guess you have the order for me to sign?”
“Of course!” Alice said.
“Ok,” the judge said, rubbing his eyes. “How long will it take you to get over here?”
“Uh, thirty seconds?”
“You’re fucking standing out front, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
Gina, fully awake now, rolled over towards him, slipped a hand between his legs and caressed his penis.
“Mmph!” The judge choked out, “Gina! Not now, something I have to take care of first!”
Gina smiled, slipped out of bed and walked toward the bathroom, still totally naked. He swiveled his neck around, his eyes following the somewhat exaggerated wiggle of her wonderful bare ass as she walked away. He sighed, enjoying the moment of bliss she gave him.
She knows exactly what she’s doing to me. He thought. He felt his tingling penis continue to swell, looked down at it.
“At ease, little guy! Just have to wait!” He sighed regretfully, then realized too late Alice was still on the line. “Ohh! I, uh…”
“Don’t need to know, judge!” Alice said, unable to completely stifle a giggle.
“Let me get some clothes on, counselor,” the judge sighed. “No idea where the hell my robe is. Have to find something else…”
The judge hung up and sat naked on the side of his bed. Now he had a raging erection, couldn’t go down and see Alice like this. He could just try thinking about baseball, but he had something else to do anyway.
He speed-dialed the US Marshals Service, told them who he was and that there would be a court order coming in by fax in a few minutes, to be executed forthwith.
“I’m calling you as a heads-up it’s coming and to tell you what it is. There is a prisoner currently crucified in Jones Park. I am ordering she be taken down and transported for medical treatment.”
“Let me get this straight, judge. She’s actually nailed to a cross right now? She’s not still awaiting execution?” The marshal asked.
“Correct,” the judge said. “She’s been crucified since last Saturday, so about three and a half days. I don’t know if she can be saved at this point. Most of the condemned we crucify are already dead by this time.”
“We’ll do our part to see she has a chance.”
“I know you will,” the judge sighed. “Well, obviously, this is a life-and-death situation. You can’t just use a crowbar to pry the nails out and you can’t use any of the union contractors who deal with crucifixions to get her down, already tried that. Fucking unions! I think this is a job for the local fire department rescue unit,”
“First thing I thought of,” the marshal said. “I’ll start coordinating with them immediately, before the fax comes in.”
“Thanks,” the judge said. “Keep me in the loop on this, will you? Don’t worry about the time.”
The judge hung up, checked to see that his erection had deflated, threw on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt and padded downstairs barefoot to open the front door.
But I'm guessing if that were the case, the ending wouldn't be posted for another week or so, as their would be lots more to tell 
