Gibbs505
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It may have been different in Canada. Fewer people, especially back then. I don't know, but good luck, I hope that you find it.
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Deleted member jedakk
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The City Parks Department has rules that might preclude something like a steady drip of menstrual blood, when it can be avoided. They already have to put Ellie on a clear-liquid diet and she has to take the same laxative mixture commonly used to prepare for a colonoscopy. I know about that since I've done it several times. The prison medic explained it to Ellie:
“Health Department says human feces are an environmental hazard. Can’t have that in the park, where you’re going to be,” the medic said.
The Parks Department obviously knows there's likely to be some objectionable materials, bodily fluids and such. That's why there's also a clean-up contractor who takes care of any of that which occurs while the victim is being nailed, along with divots and other damage to the grass.
Besides all that, I personally wouldn't like to see a menstruating woman on a cross, and since I'm writing the story, poof! It's out! :-D
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Deleted member jedakk
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I hope everyone has enjoyed the first three chapters! I'm always interested to know what you thought, so comments are welcome.
Chapter 4 is titled "Condemnation." Having negotiated Ellie's sentence, the agreement needs to be formalized, printed and signed by the prosecution and defense. It's all about Ellie, but of course she doesn't have any further say in it. There are plenty of details to be taken care of and the judge mentions some of those. With Ellie's execution only three days away, everyone is under pressure to get things ready.
One of the first things that has to be done is the guards need to search Ellie for anything she might have hidden on her that she could use to commit suicide and escape her crucifixion.
“Fifteen minutes, your honor,” the clerk said.
“Fifteen minutes. Defense, you should confer with your client and make her understand what is about to happen. That Class 3 gender-specific sedile is a custom-made item. It will be made to fit Miss Ruck’s, uh, well, her anatomy.”
Alice’s eyes widened and her lips formed an “Oh” shape as she understood the judge’s meaning. Ellie looked confused and dazed.
“The woodworker who makes those sediles will take her measurements today. He will be there at the prison clinic when she arrives for her preliminary fitting, final fitting tomorrow.”
Alice could guess what kind of measurements the judge meant. She hoped she could get away without telling Ellie. Let her find out for herself.
“Also, an executioner from whatever contractor is next in the rotation will inspect her at the prison, get her weight and some measurements to select the right size nails for her execution, calculate the height for sedile placement, any other considerations to extend her time and maximize her performance on the cross.”
“Bailiff,” the judge said, frowning again as his phone’s text notification played, “please remove all of the condemned’s clothing, hmm…” He frowned as he looked at his phone, “Uh, search for any objects she might use to circumvent justice by terminating her life prior to sentence being fully carried out, then present her for the court’s inspection.”
“What?!” Ellie was stunned. Wait! They’re going to strip me naked? Right here in the courtroom? That’s… impossible!
Alice glanced at her, shrugged and said, “You’re on your own for this part,” as she stepped back. There was a murmur from the crowd, people craning their necks to get a good look at the strip show.
The bailiff, carrying a large plastic bag, and a black female officer carrying shackles and chains and a folded-up blanket moved in on either side of Ellie. They were part of the US Marshals Service assigned as Court Security Officers and dressed in white short-sleeved shirts with ties, sleeve insignia and shoulder boards, with navy-blue slacks and hats.
“Take off your clothes yourself or we’ll do it,” the female officer said brusquely, putting the chains down on the table loudly and pulling out her baton for emphasis.
“Easier if you do it yourself,” Alice said in a loud whisper.
“I- no, uh, I’ll do it, please, just let me…” Ellie said, green eyes wide in fear, trying to shrug out of her beige coat clumsily. She started to fold it up, but the bailiff grabbed it out of her hands and stuffed it in the bag.
“Faster,” he said impatiently.
Ellie struggled with the buttons on her white blouse, but her fingers wouldn’t work under the steady gazes of the bailiff and female officer. Everyone else watched with interest.
Without saying anything, the woman brushed Ellie’s hands aside and swiftly unbuttoned the blouse. She pulled it off and deftly unhooked Ellie’s bra almost in one motion. At the same time, the bailiff undid the buttons on Ellie’s skirt and let it drop around her ankles. She gasped and tried to grab at her panties, but he jerked them down at the same time the woman was pulling her bra off.
“Shoes,” the bailiff said.
Sobbing, cowering and hugging herself, one arm across her reddish-pink nipples and the other hand over her triangle of coppery red hair, Ellie stepped out of her heels and the skirt and panties that were around her ankles. The bailiff bent down and picked up the shoes and clothing together and stuffed those in the bag too.
Oh my God, I’m-I’m naked! Ellie thought. They stripped all my clothes off right here in the courtroom i-in front of everyone! This can’t be happening, it can’t be!
While the bailiff carefully searched through Ellie’s long red hair for any foreign objects, the woman officer snapped on rubber surgical gloves.
She took Ellie’s arm and said, “Step around to the front of the table, turn around and bend across it.”
“Oh no!” Ellie exclaimed, eyes wide in horror, “Please, no, no you can’t!”
“Now!” The woman said, “Or we’ll drag you!” She pulled on Ellie’s arm to emphasize her meaning.
Ellie stumbled as she turned, still trying to hide her private parts, and allowed them to lead her around to the front of the table. They made her turn around with her back to the judge, then the woman said, “Spread your legs!“ She rapped the baton across the inside of one bare thigh to let her know she meant business. “Bend over the table! Grab hold of the other side with both hands and do not take your hands off it!”
They’re all staring at me! I-I’m naked in front of everyone! Ellie thought, utterly humiliated.
Sobbing and trembling, Ellie forced herself to move her hands away from her breasts and crotch, looking down so she wouldn’t have to see the smirking people in the gallery staring at her naked body. She pushed her thighs up against the edge of the table, bent over and reached across it, curling her fingers over the far edge and gripping it tightly. She felt the cool of the tabletop on her bare breasts as they were flattened against it. With her head turned to one side, she couldn’t help seeing the faces of the courtroom audience, all watching her, most of them grinning, a few pitying. She closed her eyes to shut them out. She gasped as she felt the cold of the lubricant on her anus.
Oh no, she’s going to…
“MMMMPH!” Ellie grimaced and grunted as the woman’s probing finger forced its way into her rectum and felt around. She heard laughter. Her face was crimson, burning with shame. She knew what had to be coming next.
The woman wiped her gloved hand on a wad of tissue, then she spread Ellie’s inner lips apart, squirted some lubricant on the opening to her vagina and plunged her finger in, feeling around. Once again she wiped her hand, then inspected Ellie’s clit ring.
What… what is she doing? No! Don’t pull on it!
Ellie jerked and said “Ow!” when the woman pulled on the ring, stretching her clit.
The woman said “Hmm…”
“Is that a clit ring? Or is it just one of those that goes through the hood only?” The judge queried, leaning across the bench, chin resting idly in one hand.
“It’s actually a clit ring, your honor,” the woman officer frowned. “She has a big clit! Oh well,” she shrugged, “more for the executioner to work with!”
The judge rolled his chair back, got up and came around the bench to have a look for himself.
“Never saw one quite that large,” the judge said. “And it’s not erect now?”
“No, your honor, I don’t think so. Let’s see, someone got a paperclip?” The woman asked.
“Here you go,” the clerk said, handing her one.
The woman bent back one end of the paperclip and inserted it through the tiny ring in Ellie’s clit.
“Now, let’s see…” She said, pulling gently on the paperclip to draw more of the soft pink flesh out into view. With the other hand, she pushed back on its hood to better expose it.
What… Oh no! Oh no!
“OW! OWWW!” Ellie, wide-eyed, cried out in pain. She let go of the table with her left hand, then forced herself to put it back, gripping tightly.
“Bailiff, you’d better restrain her,” the judge said.
The bailiff leaned over, put a forearm across Ellie’s upper back and leaned his weight on her, squashing her breasts and pinning her to the table. Ellie sobbed in pain and humiliation, her body trembling.
Oh please stop, oh God make them stop!
“Hmm…” The judge said, studying Ellie’s clitoris. “So it’s not erect then? How can you tell?”
“See, it’s got a head, just like a penis,” the woman officer said. “The part below the piercing is the shaft.”
“Ok,” the judge replied. “So?”
“Well look when I stretch it out, like this…” The woman adjusted her hold on the paperclip and pulled, not as gently this time.
“OW! OH! Stop, oh God please stop!” Ellie cried in panic.
The woman ignored Ellie’s pleading. “See how the shaft got thinner when I pulled? If it was erect and hard, it wouldn’t do that. You know, just like a penis!” The woman gave the judge a knowing look.
“Oh, I see what you mean,” the judge said, looking at her over his glasses. “So it gets longer as well as stiffer when it’s erect, but hers is that big even before it comes out to play?”
“Yes!” The woman replied. “The executioner will know how to make it do what he wants, a vibrator or electricity maybe. They have a manual of practice, male and female genital torture.”
Ellie sobbed, her eyes wide in terror, the side of her face pressed into the table under the bailiff’s weight.
“Clerk,” the judge said, “add to the notes for the prison that the condemned will require a full Brazilian waxing when she arrives. Have someone phone them immediately about that, they need to get their contractor in right away.
“Add the clitoris ring to the notes to be passed on to the executioner. The court makes an exception allowing her to retain that during her execution.
“Let’s see, give him a heads-up about the size of her clitoris. He’ll want to have a look at it during his inspection, measure diameter and length.”
“Got it,” the clerk said, making some notes. She quickly typed an email on her computer, sent it to an assistant and followed it up with a text on her phone to get her attention.
“The executioner will have a use for that big clit, of course,” the judge said as he settled himself back in his chair. “Probably begin by hanging a weight on it and stretching it some, get it out there where he can really hurt it. I might have to go watch that, should be interesting,”
“Messages to the prison and executioner are sent, your honor,” the clerk said.
“Good!” He turned to watch and waited while the two officers finished with Ellie. There was more business to take care of.
Chapter 4 is titled "Condemnation." Having negotiated Ellie's sentence, the agreement needs to be formalized, printed and signed by the prosecution and defense. It's all about Ellie, but of course she doesn't have any further say in it. There are plenty of details to be taken care of and the judge mentions some of those. With Ellie's execution only three days away, everyone is under pressure to get things ready.
One of the first things that has to be done is the guards need to search Ellie for anything she might have hidden on her that she could use to commit suicide and escape her crucifixion.
Chapter 4: Condemnation
“Then we have an agreement,” the judge said, frowning as he checked his phone messages again. “Time is of the essence now. Today is April 30, so there is only the remainder of today and two more full days for preparation for execution to begin on Saturday, May 3. Several things must be begun immediately. Prosecutor, defense, the execution order with the terms you have agreed will be ready for your signatures in…” He looked at the court clerk.“Fifteen minutes, your honor,” the clerk said.
“Fifteen minutes. Defense, you should confer with your client and make her understand what is about to happen. That Class 3 gender-specific sedile is a custom-made item. It will be made to fit Miss Ruck’s, uh, well, her anatomy.”
Alice’s eyes widened and her lips formed an “Oh” shape as she understood the judge’s meaning. Ellie looked confused and dazed.
“The woodworker who makes those sediles will take her measurements today. He will be there at the prison clinic when she arrives for her preliminary fitting, final fitting tomorrow.”
Alice could guess what kind of measurements the judge meant. She hoped she could get away without telling Ellie. Let her find out for herself.
“Also, an executioner from whatever contractor is next in the rotation will inspect her at the prison, get her weight and some measurements to select the right size nails for her execution, calculate the height for sedile placement, any other considerations to extend her time and maximize her performance on the cross.”
“Bailiff,” the judge said, frowning again as his phone’s text notification played, “please remove all of the condemned’s clothing, hmm…” He frowned as he looked at his phone, “Uh, search for any objects she might use to circumvent justice by terminating her life prior to sentence being fully carried out, then present her for the court’s inspection.”
“What?!” Ellie was stunned. Wait! They’re going to strip me naked? Right here in the courtroom? That’s… impossible!
Alice glanced at her, shrugged and said, “You’re on your own for this part,” as she stepped back. There was a murmur from the crowd, people craning their necks to get a good look at the strip show.
The bailiff, carrying a large plastic bag, and a black female officer carrying shackles and chains and a folded-up blanket moved in on either side of Ellie. They were part of the US Marshals Service assigned as Court Security Officers and dressed in white short-sleeved shirts with ties, sleeve insignia and shoulder boards, with navy-blue slacks and hats.
“Take off your clothes yourself or we’ll do it,” the female officer said brusquely, putting the chains down on the table loudly and pulling out her baton for emphasis.
“Easier if you do it yourself,” Alice said in a loud whisper.
“I- no, uh, I’ll do it, please, just let me…” Ellie said, green eyes wide in fear, trying to shrug out of her beige coat clumsily. She started to fold it up, but the bailiff grabbed it out of her hands and stuffed it in the bag.
“Faster,” he said impatiently.
Ellie struggled with the buttons on her white blouse, but her fingers wouldn’t work under the steady gazes of the bailiff and female officer. Everyone else watched with interest.
Without saying anything, the woman brushed Ellie’s hands aside and swiftly unbuttoned the blouse. She pulled it off and deftly unhooked Ellie’s bra almost in one motion. At the same time, the bailiff undid the buttons on Ellie’s skirt and let it drop around her ankles. She gasped and tried to grab at her panties, but he jerked them down at the same time the woman was pulling her bra off.
“Shoes,” the bailiff said.
Sobbing, cowering and hugging herself, one arm across her reddish-pink nipples and the other hand over her triangle of coppery red hair, Ellie stepped out of her heels and the skirt and panties that were around her ankles. The bailiff bent down and picked up the shoes and clothing together and stuffed those in the bag too.
Oh my God, I’m-I’m naked! Ellie thought. They stripped all my clothes off right here in the courtroom i-in front of everyone! This can’t be happening, it can’t be!
While the bailiff carefully searched through Ellie’s long red hair for any foreign objects, the woman officer snapped on rubber surgical gloves.
She took Ellie’s arm and said, “Step around to the front of the table, turn around and bend across it.”
“Oh no!” Ellie exclaimed, eyes wide in horror, “Please, no, no you can’t!”
“Now!” The woman said, “Or we’ll drag you!” She pulled on Ellie’s arm to emphasize her meaning.
Ellie stumbled as she turned, still trying to hide her private parts, and allowed them to lead her around to the front of the table. They made her turn around with her back to the judge, then the woman said, “Spread your legs!“ She rapped the baton across the inside of one bare thigh to let her know she meant business. “Bend over the table! Grab hold of the other side with both hands and do not take your hands off it!”
They’re all staring at me! I-I’m naked in front of everyone! Ellie thought, utterly humiliated.
Sobbing and trembling, Ellie forced herself to move her hands away from her breasts and crotch, looking down so she wouldn’t have to see the smirking people in the gallery staring at her naked body. She pushed her thighs up against the edge of the table, bent over and reached across it, curling her fingers over the far edge and gripping it tightly. She felt the cool of the tabletop on her bare breasts as they were flattened against it. With her head turned to one side, she couldn’t help seeing the faces of the courtroom audience, all watching her, most of them grinning, a few pitying. She closed her eyes to shut them out. She gasped as she felt the cold of the lubricant on her anus.
Oh no, she’s going to…
“MMMMPH!” Ellie grimaced and grunted as the woman’s probing finger forced its way into her rectum and felt around. She heard laughter. Her face was crimson, burning with shame. She knew what had to be coming next.
The woman wiped her gloved hand on a wad of tissue, then she spread Ellie’s inner lips apart, squirted some lubricant on the opening to her vagina and plunged her finger in, feeling around. Once again she wiped her hand, then inspected Ellie’s clit ring.
What… what is she doing? No! Don’t pull on it!
Ellie jerked and said “Ow!” when the woman pulled on the ring, stretching her clit.
The woman said “Hmm…”
“Is that a clit ring? Or is it just one of those that goes through the hood only?” The judge queried, leaning across the bench, chin resting idly in one hand.
“It’s actually a clit ring, your honor,” the woman officer frowned. “She has a big clit! Oh well,” she shrugged, “more for the executioner to work with!”
The judge rolled his chair back, got up and came around the bench to have a look for himself.
“Never saw one quite that large,” the judge said. “And it’s not erect now?”
“No, your honor, I don’t think so. Let’s see, someone got a paperclip?” The woman asked.
“Here you go,” the clerk said, handing her one.
The woman bent back one end of the paperclip and inserted it through the tiny ring in Ellie’s clit.
“Now, let’s see…” She said, pulling gently on the paperclip to draw more of the soft pink flesh out into view. With the other hand, she pushed back on its hood to better expose it.
What… Oh no! Oh no!
“OW! OWWW!” Ellie, wide-eyed, cried out in pain. She let go of the table with her left hand, then forced herself to put it back, gripping tightly.
“Bailiff, you’d better restrain her,” the judge said.
The bailiff leaned over, put a forearm across Ellie’s upper back and leaned his weight on her, squashing her breasts and pinning her to the table. Ellie sobbed in pain and humiliation, her body trembling.
Oh please stop, oh God make them stop!
“Hmm…” The judge said, studying Ellie’s clitoris. “So it’s not erect then? How can you tell?”
“See, it’s got a head, just like a penis,” the woman officer said. “The part below the piercing is the shaft.”
“Ok,” the judge replied. “So?”
“Well look when I stretch it out, like this…” The woman adjusted her hold on the paperclip and pulled, not as gently this time.
“OW! OH! Stop, oh God please stop!” Ellie cried in panic.
The woman ignored Ellie’s pleading. “See how the shaft got thinner when I pulled? If it was erect and hard, it wouldn’t do that. You know, just like a penis!” The woman gave the judge a knowing look.
“Oh, I see what you mean,” the judge said, looking at her over his glasses. “So it gets longer as well as stiffer when it’s erect, but hers is that big even before it comes out to play?”
“Yes!” The woman replied. “The executioner will know how to make it do what he wants, a vibrator or electricity maybe. They have a manual of practice, male and female genital torture.”
Ellie sobbed, her eyes wide in terror, the side of her face pressed into the table under the bailiff’s weight.
“Clerk,” the judge said, “add to the notes for the prison that the condemned will require a full Brazilian waxing when she arrives. Have someone phone them immediately about that, they need to get their contractor in right away.
“Add the clitoris ring to the notes to be passed on to the executioner. The court makes an exception allowing her to retain that during her execution.
“Let’s see, give him a heads-up about the size of her clitoris. He’ll want to have a look at it during his inspection, measure diameter and length.”
“Got it,” the clerk said, making some notes. She quickly typed an email on her computer, sent it to an assistant and followed it up with a text on her phone to get her attention.
“The executioner will have a use for that big clit, of course,” the judge said as he settled himself back in his chair. “Probably begin by hanging a weight on it and stretching it some, get it out there where he can really hurt it. I might have to go watch that, should be interesting,”
“Messages to the prison and executioner are sent, your honor,” the clerk said.
“Good!” He turned to watch and waited while the two officers finished with Ellie. There was more business to take care of.
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toxidomaskjr
Magistrate
I'm wondering how are they going to restraint Ellie in prison to prevent this.
delicious threats!
How about two chapters per day?
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Deleted member jedakk
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They keep her under very tight control, full-time surveillance in her cell. There is one dumb-assed move by the guards early on that could have resulted in her getting hurt or killed. She was too far out of their control and too much at risk. You'll pick that up when you read it.
Bear in mind that Ellie continues to hold onto some shred of hope that she'll somehow escape being crucified, or at least dying. She might get rescued somehow by her revolutionary group. So she's not that much of a suicide risk.
I was trying to keep the volume down to something more manageable for people whose first language is not English. I purposely tried to break up the chapters so their lengths would be about 4 to 6 pages in Word, but some are longer than that. So far, the chapters been like this:
- 6 pages
- 3 pages
- 4 pages
- 4 pages
Tormentor
Governor
That's what happens when you hand out subversive leaflets. Ellie deserves everything she's going to get. Great story, Jeddak. Love the build up.
ShadowWolf
Tribune
A nice surprise with humiliating Ellie in the courtroom. It seems you could of had some of the flogging there in the middle of the courtroom and the rest the day of her crucifixion.
andy01
Magistrate
First, of course, congratulations on overcoming what sounds like a horrible condition.
And second, welcome back; you have been much missed.
I can’t speak for others, but for myself I am eager to see more as soon as possible and as much as possible.
Best wishes
I think one chapter a day works best. Everyone can keep up then. These are, after all, chapters worth savoring like a good wine.
Opal
Assistant executioner
Now have read the latter sections I have a very morbid and explicit fascination with the detailed definition with what a 'sedile is', and as a reader would like to find out if there is any way for Ellie to f**ck up the authorities in her dying moments, or escape or cheat the executioner - although I realise the last two are unlikely scenarios
toxidomaskjr
Magistrate
I like this suggestion. This way the posts will be about the same size more or less.
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Deleted member jedakk
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Ok, I'm going to post the next two short chapters today, eight pages total I think. This is the first one, Chapter 5, which is titled "Discussions." In this chapter, Ellie learns that she now has less rights than a slave, no human rights at all in fact, and that her body is now the property of the Federal Government. Alice explains some things to her, but her attitude changes as they speak. Here it is:
“Turn around!” The woman officer said as she reached over the table to get the shackles and chains. She put on the waist chain and snapped the cuffs on Ellie’s wrists while the bailiff knelt and fastened her ankle chains. The woman draped the small, dark blue, airplane-type blanket across her shoulders and put the edges in her hands so she could hide herself as best she could. It barely came down below her ass in back and only closed in front if she kept it pulled tight. If she failed to hold onto it, no one would help her retrieve it and she would go to prison naked, wearing only chains. The bailiff threw a pair of disposable cardboard slippers on the floor in front of her and allowed her to get her feet into them herself.
“The condemned will be kept in close confinement until the day of her execution,” the judge said. “For the condemned’s benefit, legal language says close confinement means such custody, and only such custody, as will safely secure the production of the body of the prisoner on the day appointed for her execution.
“That custody means, in the condemned’s case, naked and shackled to the wall at one ankle. The prison takes no chances. The condemned will be allowed a blanket with which she may cover herself if she wishes so long as it does not, in the judgment of the guard, impede ability to monitor the condemned.
“The Federal Execution Project Manager coordinates everything. As soon as we had a verdict he notified the prison warden, whom we’ve also alerted directly, the whipping contractor, crucifixion contractor, clean-up, guarding, et cetera. It takes a lot to make a crucifixion happen. All the players have schedules of their own that might have to be juggled to come together three days from now.
“The prison doctor will also need to start the IV nutrients. Stimulants and sensory enhancement drugs they tell me will be administered the morning of the execution and periodically throughout the execution as needed to keep the condemned’s mind sharp and aware. Defense, you will be informed, for your records, as soon as the place of execution is selected and a nearby site for the whipping is identified.
“One more thing.” Addressing Ellie, the judge read off the standard Notification to the Condemned. “Ellie Ruck, the record will show that upon your condemnation to death by crucifixion, you forfeited all rights as a citizen and as a human being. Your body is now the property of the Federal Government to do with as the Federal Government through its agents may find expedient, including, but not limited to, unrestricted public whipping, crucifixion until you are dead, any tortures and punishments the executioner may deem appropriate, and display of your body thereafter.”
“Defense, have the condemned sign her acknowledgment, or not, doesn’t really matter,” the judge said to Alice.
“Anything else? Good. Defense, ten minutes to confer with your client, then you’re released from this case. Bailiff, as soon as she finishes, take the prisoner for transportation.”
Alice sat down at the table and turned to her. Ellie started to shuffle around the table to her chair, but the bailiff and female officer held her by her arms.
“No, you’re not allowed to sit. Stand here on this side of the table,” the bailiff said.
Alice said, “Ok, first let’s get this form out of the way. You need to sign that you acknowledge you no longer have any rights and your body is now the property of the Federal Government.”
Alice put the form in front of her and offered her a pen. Ellie tried to hold the blanket together with her left hand so she could take the pen, but it gapped open anyway. It didn’t matter, everyone there had seen her naked already. From her seated position, Alice could see the little gold ring shining within the kinky red hair between Ellie’s legs and the silver paperclip that dangled from it. The bailiff watched her carefully, poised to take the pen away if she did anything other than sign with it.
“I-I don’t understand! Are they saying I’m a slave now?” She sobbed.
“Oh no, no! You’re much lower than a slave. A slave has no civil rights, but they do have human rights. You no longer have human rights, so technically you’re no longer recognized as a human being or deserving of respect as such. Signing doesn’t mean you agree, it just means you’ve been notified of that.” Alice said, waiting.
After a moment, Alice took the pen and the form away. She wrote “Condemned declined to sign” on it and put the pen and form away.
“You realize not signing that form doesn’t change a thing. They are still going to nail you to a cross on the third day from today.” Alice said.
Ellie, looking dazed, just nodded.
“Questions?” Alice asked, looking at her watch. “We only have a few minutes, and I do have someplace else to be.”
“Ohhh! Wh-What are they going to-to do to me?” Ellie sobbed. “I don’t understand and I – I’m scared!”
“Yeah, well you’re supposed to be scared. Fear is part of your punishment now. And if you weren’t so fucking ignorant and really understood, you’d be terrified!”
Ellie looked puzzled, as if she couldn’t grasp it.
“Look, when they arrested me, I knew I the penalty for treason was death,” Ellie said, “but I thought, like, all I was doing was handing out leaflets! They’d probably just let me off with a warning, wouldn’t they? I mean, handing out leaflets, oh my God, that isn’t really treason, is it?
“And, and, well,” she continued, “if I did have to, like, give my life, the penalty was death by lethal injection, you just go to sleep and they say it doesn’t hurt. If I have to die, I- well, I could at least be brave, a martyr for our cause! That would be important, I’d know others would remember me, at least I wouldn’t be forgotten. But crucifixion, for a woman…”
“Yeah, sure,” Alice replied, “it still is lethal injection for most capital crimes, but not for crimes classified as heinous. Treason is a heinous crime. They changed the method of execution because it was way too easy. There were these people that had inspiring last words, then died bravely. They got called martyrs, and they inspired more criminals. The Federal Government decided to change the penalty for treason because of that. So they changed it to the most humiliating, degrading, painful, slowest form of death ever devised.
“The penalty for treason is slow death on the cross. See, the point of lethal injection is just death. But the point of crucifixion is punishment. It is agonizing, humiliating, and it drains your life away a drop at a time. You’ll be glad to die, you’ll beg for death for days. And it’s all out in public for everyone to see. It will totally destroy anybody. Sure as hell gonna break a stupid little cunt like you in about two seconds,” Alice said scornfully.
“Wait!” Ellie said, confused and angry. “You’re supposed to be my lawyer!”
“I was,” Alice said, “during your trial, when I had to defend you. That’s all over. You’re condemned to the cross. You’re no longer even a human being like the rest of us. Hell, the guards at that prison could gang rape you and they wouldn’t be prosecuted, because no crime would have been committed. Not being human, you’re not protected under the law!”
Ellie stared at her, horrified. “But-but that can’t be… guards will rape me?”
“They might. You’re just a piece of ass, now. And before you ask, the female guards will just watch and do nothing, except maybe video you and make you into an internet porn star.”
“Why are you talking to me that way?” Ellie sobbed.
“Because just looking at you pisses me off!” Alice exclaimed. “You got yourself into this through your own stupidity! And all you had to do was shut up and let me negotiate, but no! You had to run your mouth and fuck it all up!”
Chapter 5: Discussions
“Stand up and clean yourself up!” The woman barked as she handed Ellie a wad of tissue. Sobbing, Ellie had no choice but to spread her legs and wipe the shit and lubricant from her anus and vagina there in front of everyone. She found the paperclip still dangling from the ring in her tingling clit and struggled to remove it by feel. She slid it around the wrong way and only succeeding in working it further onto the ring.“Turn around!” The woman officer said as she reached over the table to get the shackles and chains. She put on the waist chain and snapped the cuffs on Ellie’s wrists while the bailiff knelt and fastened her ankle chains. The woman draped the small, dark blue, airplane-type blanket across her shoulders and put the edges in her hands so she could hide herself as best she could. It barely came down below her ass in back and only closed in front if she kept it pulled tight. If she failed to hold onto it, no one would help her retrieve it and she would go to prison naked, wearing only chains. The bailiff threw a pair of disposable cardboard slippers on the floor in front of her and allowed her to get her feet into them herself.
“The condemned will be kept in close confinement until the day of her execution,” the judge said. “For the condemned’s benefit, legal language says close confinement means such custody, and only such custody, as will safely secure the production of the body of the prisoner on the day appointed for her execution.
“That custody means, in the condemned’s case, naked and shackled to the wall at one ankle. The prison takes no chances. The condemned will be allowed a blanket with which she may cover herself if she wishes so long as it does not, in the judgment of the guard, impede ability to monitor the condemned.
“The Federal Execution Project Manager coordinates everything. As soon as we had a verdict he notified the prison warden, whom we’ve also alerted directly, the whipping contractor, crucifixion contractor, clean-up, guarding, et cetera. It takes a lot to make a crucifixion happen. All the players have schedules of their own that might have to be juggled to come together three days from now.
“The prison doctor will also need to start the IV nutrients. Stimulants and sensory enhancement drugs they tell me will be administered the morning of the execution and periodically throughout the execution as needed to keep the condemned’s mind sharp and aware. Defense, you will be informed, for your records, as soon as the place of execution is selected and a nearby site for the whipping is identified.
“One more thing.” Addressing Ellie, the judge read off the standard Notification to the Condemned. “Ellie Ruck, the record will show that upon your condemnation to death by crucifixion, you forfeited all rights as a citizen and as a human being. Your body is now the property of the Federal Government to do with as the Federal Government through its agents may find expedient, including, but not limited to, unrestricted public whipping, crucifixion until you are dead, any tortures and punishments the executioner may deem appropriate, and display of your body thereafter.”
“Defense, have the condemned sign her acknowledgment, or not, doesn’t really matter,” the judge said to Alice.
“Anything else? Good. Defense, ten minutes to confer with your client, then you’re released from this case. Bailiff, as soon as she finishes, take the prisoner for transportation.”
Alice sat down at the table and turned to her. Ellie started to shuffle around the table to her chair, but the bailiff and female officer held her by her arms.
“No, you’re not allowed to sit. Stand here on this side of the table,” the bailiff said.
Alice said, “Ok, first let’s get this form out of the way. You need to sign that you acknowledge you no longer have any rights and your body is now the property of the Federal Government.”
Alice put the form in front of her and offered her a pen. Ellie tried to hold the blanket together with her left hand so she could take the pen, but it gapped open anyway. It didn’t matter, everyone there had seen her naked already. From her seated position, Alice could see the little gold ring shining within the kinky red hair between Ellie’s legs and the silver paperclip that dangled from it. The bailiff watched her carefully, poised to take the pen away if she did anything other than sign with it.
“I-I don’t understand! Are they saying I’m a slave now?” She sobbed.
“Oh no, no! You’re much lower than a slave. A slave has no civil rights, but they do have human rights. You no longer have human rights, so technically you’re no longer recognized as a human being or deserving of respect as such. Signing doesn’t mean you agree, it just means you’ve been notified of that.” Alice said, waiting.
After a moment, Alice took the pen and the form away. She wrote “Condemned declined to sign” on it and put the pen and form away.
“You realize not signing that form doesn’t change a thing. They are still going to nail you to a cross on the third day from today.” Alice said.
Ellie, looking dazed, just nodded.
“Questions?” Alice asked, looking at her watch. “We only have a few minutes, and I do have someplace else to be.”
“Ohhh! Wh-What are they going to-to do to me?” Ellie sobbed. “I don’t understand and I – I’m scared!”
“Yeah, well you’re supposed to be scared. Fear is part of your punishment now. And if you weren’t so fucking ignorant and really understood, you’d be terrified!”
Ellie looked puzzled, as if she couldn’t grasp it.
“Look, when they arrested me, I knew I the penalty for treason was death,” Ellie said, “but I thought, like, all I was doing was handing out leaflets! They’d probably just let me off with a warning, wouldn’t they? I mean, handing out leaflets, oh my God, that isn’t really treason, is it?
“And, and, well,” she continued, “if I did have to, like, give my life, the penalty was death by lethal injection, you just go to sleep and they say it doesn’t hurt. If I have to die, I- well, I could at least be brave, a martyr for our cause! That would be important, I’d know others would remember me, at least I wouldn’t be forgotten. But crucifixion, for a woman…”
“Yeah, sure,” Alice replied, “it still is lethal injection for most capital crimes, but not for crimes classified as heinous. Treason is a heinous crime. They changed the method of execution because it was way too easy. There were these people that had inspiring last words, then died bravely. They got called martyrs, and they inspired more criminals. The Federal Government decided to change the penalty for treason because of that. So they changed it to the most humiliating, degrading, painful, slowest form of death ever devised.
“The penalty for treason is slow death on the cross. See, the point of lethal injection is just death. But the point of crucifixion is punishment. It is agonizing, humiliating, and it drains your life away a drop at a time. You’ll be glad to die, you’ll beg for death for days. And it’s all out in public for everyone to see. It will totally destroy anybody. Sure as hell gonna break a stupid little cunt like you in about two seconds,” Alice said scornfully.
“Wait!” Ellie said, confused and angry. “You’re supposed to be my lawyer!”
“I was,” Alice said, “during your trial, when I had to defend you. That’s all over. You’re condemned to the cross. You’re no longer even a human being like the rest of us. Hell, the guards at that prison could gang rape you and they wouldn’t be prosecuted, because no crime would have been committed. Not being human, you’re not protected under the law!”
Ellie stared at her, horrified. “But-but that can’t be… guards will rape me?”
“They might. You’re just a piece of ass, now. And before you ask, the female guards will just watch and do nothing, except maybe video you and make you into an internet porn star.”
“Why are you talking to me that way?” Ellie sobbed.
“Because just looking at you pisses me off!” Alice exclaimed. “You got yourself into this through your own stupidity! And all you had to do was shut up and let me negotiate, but no! You had to run your mouth and fuck it all up!”
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The second chapter for today is Chapter 6, titled "Revelations" in which Alice explains to Ellie what is about to be done to her, the details of her whipping and crucifixion. In addition, Alice skillfully extracts some information from Ellie about how she came to be handing out leaflets in the first place.
Ellie still has that paperclip hanging on her clit. It just keeps popping up throughout the story!
Alice just shook her head as she closed her briefcase. She turned to Ellie and said, “I can’t believe you’re this ignorant! What they’re going to do to you… Where do I start? Hmm…, well, looks like you’ll never wear clothes again for the rest of your life!
“Let’s see, they’re gonna keep you naked in prison, then naked for whipping and everything after that. After you’ve been dead for a day, they’ll pry the nails out of you and throw your body in the crematorium naked, too.
“You might get to keep that blanket, if you don’t drop it, until they pull it off you before they fasten you to the whipping post. Oh, wait…” Alice looked at her notes. “The judge changed that; now you get the inverted ‘Y’ on a platform. Mmm-mmm, that’s a whole lot worse.”
“What? W-what does that mean?”
“There’s no post. They’ll do your whipping on a platform. ‘Inverted ‘Y’’ is a form of suspension where they hoist you up by your wrists until you’re dangling, stretched out with your feet off the ground, then they’ll pull your feet out to the sides and shackle them so you can’t close your legs. Looks like an upside-down letter ‘Y’. You can’t hide anything, whole body is exposed and you can’t protect yourself. You can imagine why they might do that.”
Ellie’s eyes widened as she thought about that. “Oh! You mean… whip me there? Oh no!” She whispered in horror.
A titter of laughter came from the people in the gallery who heard Ellie.
“With panties, your stuff would have been off limits, but with total nudity, there are no restrictions, no limits as to the parts of your body they can whip. And yes, they’ll definitely whip those parts.
“You’ll get fifty lashes with a single-tail whip, and I’d bet one or two of those are going to target that little gold ring you’ve got between those pink lips down there.” Alice indicated Ellie’s labia, clearly visible where her blanket had gapped open. “Cover that up, will you?” She added. The silver paperclip still dangled there.
“Ohhh!” Ellie exclaimed, looking down, crossing one knee over the other and pulling the blanket tighter as best she could. Again there was laughter from the gallery.
“Believe me, you might think you’re going to be brave for the first dozen lashes during your whipping, but then you’re going to start crying, and then you’ll scream and writhe and beg them to stop, but they won’t, not until they deliver that fiftieth stroke. Now that’s only the beginning of your punishment. Your back, ass, legs, tits, stomach, between your legs, that’s all going to be burning and stinging, covered with bleeding welts. And that’s just a start.
“And the cross, you’ll piss yourself screaming when they start to drive that first nail through your wrist. You might faint. If you do, they wait for you to wake up before they resume nailing you, so you won’t miss any of your punishment.”
“Wait,” Ellie said, “They’re going to drive the nails through my… my wrists?! But… all the crucifixes I ever saw, the nails were in his palms!”
“Nope. Those were wrong. They’ll tear out of your hands there. The nails go between the small bones in the heels of your hands, right above your wrists,” Alice pointed to the base of her own palm for emphasis. “They put them there so they’ll bear directly on bone and carry your weight for days without tearing out.”
“But my wrists?” Ellie sobbed, “How… how can I… I mean, the pain! I don’t know how I…”
“Yeah,” Alice shook her head. “It’s horrible. They say the only thing that keeps you from dying of shock when they drive the nails in is the whipping. They think it gets your body used to pain so it can handle the agony of being nailed to the cross. You’ll scream and beg them to stop, but they won’t. You’re not a human being any longer, your begging and pleading doesn’t matter.”
“Ohhh! Oh my God!” Ellie moaned shivering in fear.
“Well,” Alice said. “So, the wrist nailing, they do that with you lying on the ground while they hold you down. They do it with the crossbeam lying about ten feet from the post, which is already standing. That’s so the executioner has room to work. You’ll be lying on that beam with your head toward the upright post.
“When they’re done nailing your wrists down, they’ll grab the ends of the beam and drag you by those nails, writhing and screaming, over to the post. Then they’ll use a lifting rig – rope and pulleys – to lift the beam and you along with it up to the top of the post. You’ll just be dangling there kicking and screaming, suspended by nothing but the nails in your wrists.
“No use trying to imagine the pain, you can’t. A lot of people faint.
“Now if you remember, I tried to get them to support your body, not drag you or lift you like that, but the GACP says that’s part of the punishment.”
“The GACP?” Ellie sobbed, “What…”
“The Generally Accepted Crucifixion Practices manual,” Alice replied. “Best practices for crucifying criminals and extending their suffering for days. Ways to torture and punish them. The US and most other countries adopted it as the guide for performing crucifixions and made its use part of the law.”
“Well,” Alice continued, “When the beam is set in place, it’s about ten feet high, so your head is about, oh, eight feet off the ground. You’ll be hanging up there naked where everyone can watch you.
“They might let you hang and struggle for a while until you wear yourself out, then they’ll push your feet up so they’re flat against the face of the post and drive nails through those, too. Then you’ll be crucified, and you start slowly dying.”
Ellie looked like she might collapse. The bailiff took hold of an arm to steady her.
“And when you’re hanging there, you’ll scream and scream, and every movement will be pure hell. You can’t bear to move, but you have to move, have to try to find some way to ease it.
“Then, after a couple of hours of that, you’ll notice it’s getting harder to breathe. It’s not a sudden thing. It creeps up on you gradually and then it’s there. You think you can’t get enough air, even though you really can, and you start to panic.
“You’ll feel like the only way you can get a full breath is to struggle your way up, pull with your arms and push with your legs against those nails, screaming in agony with every movement until the breathing gets easier. You can’t bear to do it and sometimes you’ll faint from the agony of trying, but your body will force you to.
“You’ll be driven to move, to push and pull yourself up and stand on the nails in your feet so you can get a few breaths before that agony gets to be too much. You’ll beg for mercy at first, then you’ll beg for death. But there won’t ever be any mercy for you. And death, that’s a long, long way off, days away. It’ll seem like years.
“Now, what else? Oh yeah, I also asked to have your sedile installed after you were nailed to the cross. Otherwise, if it was already there, they might just lower you down onto it when they set the crossbeam in place, and those things are painful. You’d be helpless to save your crotch, and you know your sedile is a Class 3, gender-specific, so…”
“What is a sedile?” Ellie sobbed, already terrified by what she’d heard, realizing there was no way out. “I kept hearing you, the judge, everybody talking about a sedile, and now there’s some kind of Class 3. What are you talking about?”
Alice looked at her watch and sighed. “You really are pretty dense, aren’t you?”
“I-I just…” Ellie stammered.
“Look, counselor,” the bailiff said, “we have to transport her now. Prison van is waiting.”
“Yes, Pete, I know.” Alice said pointedly. “And I have another client. Five more minutes?”
“Five minutes, then I have to take her,” the bailiff replied.
“Listen,” Alice said, “the word ‘sedile’ is Latin for ‘saddle.’ It’s a short, narrow piece of wood mounted on the front of the cross between your legs. Most of the time, it just pokes you in the ass while you struggle. You never forget it’s there, but you’re scared to let anything get between your legs, you’re still trying to protect yourself. You get desperate enough, and you will, sooner or later, you’ll try to straddle it and rest on it. But it hurts like hell! It’s sexual torture. It’s going into the crack of your ass and your pussy. And then you rest your weight on it, drive that rough, narrow edge up hard against your asshole and pussy. That’s a class 1.” Alice held up one finger for emphasis.
Ellie gaped at her and forgot her blanket, which had spread open once again. People in the gallery held up their phones and took pictures.
“That’s what you would have had, but hey, you shouted at the judge!” Alice said. “There’s a class 2 sedile,” Alice held up two fingers for emphasis, “which is just like a class 1, except they added a short, pointed horn on it that goes up into you before you can rest on the edge of the sedile. Men have one choice for where the horn goes, you, being a girl, have two.”
“A-a horn? I have to-to let a wooden horn go inside of me?” Ellie asked in horror. “I’d never do that!”
“Oh yes, you will! Let me finish, because it gets better!” Alice said. “You, because of your big mouth, get a Class 3, gender-specific sedile.” She held up three fingers. “I’ll skip over the male version, because that doesn’t concern you. The female version has not one, but two horns. Simpler for an idiot like you, because there are no more choices to make.
“The horn in back is a little taller, maybe an inch or so,” Alice indicated an inch with thumb and forefinger, “so you’ll feel that poking you first. You can’t take it in your pussy because it’s too close to the post in back. You can’t get your ass back far enough to get your vagina on it. So you get your asshole lined up with its point, let it slip in, then the second one lines up with your vagina. You slide down both of those, take them into you, and then you’re able to rest on that narrow edge. But that’s not all. The front of the sedile has several pointed teeth on it which happen to be right where that big old clit of yours will be, ready to chew on it.
“So there you are, finally resting on the edge of the sedile with horns up your ass and vagina and these teeth digging into your clit. Everyone can clearly see all of this because of your freshly waxed bald pussy and you can bet they’ll be videoing. Now you couldn’t bear that pain for a second if you had a choice, but you don’t. Your body is exhausted, helpless. You’re nailed to a cross, dying. At least sitting on that sedile you can breathe more easily, but you need your breath to use for screaming.
“So that’s what shouting at the judge got you. I was trying to negotiate no sedile at all, but you took that option away, and now you’re going to have the most painful and humiliating one of all. I’d say think about that and try to control your temper and your mouth, but it’s way too late for that now.
Ellie was almost too stunned to speak. “What – what can I do?”
“What can you do about what?” Alice said derisively. “You have no more options. Your future is locked in like you’re on rails. Three more days and then your execution begins. God knows when it ends, but you’ll be begging for death long before that.”
“But you – you’re my lawyer!” Ellie wailed.
“I am for about two more minutes,” Alice replied. “You’re a dumbass. You sabotaged my effort to make things easier for you.
“I have a hunch how you ended up here. There is no way on God’s green earth you wrote those leaflets yourself. You were part of a group. What’d you do, smoke weed and talk revolution? You were fucking the group leader, weren’t you?”
“We love each other!” Ellie said. “J… Oh!” Her eyes went wide. She’d almost slipped up and revealed his name! “I mean, uh, he’s the bravest, smartest man I ever met.”
So his name starts with a “J”! Alice thought, Ok, I can go with that.
“Yeah, I’ll bet,” Alice said. “He send you out to distribute those leaflets? Did he tell you what would happen if you got caught? I mean, if you got caught, what were they going to do to you? Let you off with a warning? Maybe a few days in jail? Every revolutionary needs to spend a few days in jail! There was always a chance they’d execute some of you, lethal injection, painless, and then you just don’t know anything, right? And you did swear to die for the cause, didn’t you?”
Ellie stared at her with wide eyes like, how could she possibly know that?
“See, here’s what I think happened,” Alice continued, watching Ellie’s face closely, “Ol’ Jim, or James, John,” she threw out “J” names at random, “Jay, Jerry, Jeremy…” She saw Ellie’s brief expression of surprise, then fear. “Jeremy, that’s his name! - was tired of your shit. So what’s a guy to do? Dump you and you might rat him out to the cops. Jeremy’s no killer, so murder’s not an option. Well, unless he can get the Federal Government to do it for him.”
“No! No! Jeremy – I mean… shit!” Ellie had a confused look on her face. “He would never do that to me! Never!”
“Oh, but he would!” Alice responded, “And he knew damned well how tough the legal system was on revolutionaries, and he also knew damned well what they’d do to you. So he sent you out there like a sacrificial lamb with a handful of leaflets, and as soon as you left, he put in an anonymous call to the police and turned you in, told them where you’d be and what you’d be doing.
“See, Jeremy’s not worried about you ratting him out now, because hey, you love him! And you’ll be dying for your cause. How romantic is that!”
“Except, now maybe you know, hun, for Jeremy, well, you were just a piece of ass. And your death, all your suffering, that’s not going to have any purpose, none at all!
“Your so-called boyfriend nailed you, then he nailed you to that cross. Meditate on that while they’re hammering those big nails into your body, and during those long, agonizing days and nights hanging out there naked, bleeding and dying, ever so slowly.
“Oh, and watch the crowd, all those people taking selfies with you hanging on your cross in the background. Bet you’ll see him or members of your group out there with their cell phones getting video of you to post online. ‘Dumb girl on a cross’ they’ll call it. Bet they’re laughing their asses off at you right now!”
Ellie screamed.
“Well, hun, got to go,” Alice said, gathering up her files and standing to leave. “You don’t deserve what you’re getting, but in a way, it’s just natural selection, weak ones getting culled out. Hope the remainder of your life is as easy as it can be. I doubt we’ll see each other again.”
Ellie still has that paperclip hanging on her clit. It just keeps popping up throughout the story!
Chapter 6: Revelations
“Ohhhh! Alice, I’m sorry! It’s just… I got so mad, I-I just lost it! I tried to shut up, but…” Ellie sobbed, her eyes darting between the guards on either side of her. “I-I’m so scared! What-what are they going to do to me?” Ellie begged miserably.Alice just shook her head as she closed her briefcase. She turned to Ellie and said, “I can’t believe you’re this ignorant! What they’re going to do to you… Where do I start? Hmm…, well, looks like you’ll never wear clothes again for the rest of your life!
“Let’s see, they’re gonna keep you naked in prison, then naked for whipping and everything after that. After you’ve been dead for a day, they’ll pry the nails out of you and throw your body in the crematorium naked, too.
“You might get to keep that blanket, if you don’t drop it, until they pull it off you before they fasten you to the whipping post. Oh, wait…” Alice looked at her notes. “The judge changed that; now you get the inverted ‘Y’ on a platform. Mmm-mmm, that’s a whole lot worse.”
“What? W-what does that mean?”
“There’s no post. They’ll do your whipping on a platform. ‘Inverted ‘Y’’ is a form of suspension where they hoist you up by your wrists until you’re dangling, stretched out with your feet off the ground, then they’ll pull your feet out to the sides and shackle them so you can’t close your legs. Looks like an upside-down letter ‘Y’. You can’t hide anything, whole body is exposed and you can’t protect yourself. You can imagine why they might do that.”
Ellie’s eyes widened as she thought about that. “Oh! You mean… whip me there? Oh no!” She whispered in horror.
A titter of laughter came from the people in the gallery who heard Ellie.
“With panties, your stuff would have been off limits, but with total nudity, there are no restrictions, no limits as to the parts of your body they can whip. And yes, they’ll definitely whip those parts.
“You’ll get fifty lashes with a single-tail whip, and I’d bet one or two of those are going to target that little gold ring you’ve got between those pink lips down there.” Alice indicated Ellie’s labia, clearly visible where her blanket had gapped open. “Cover that up, will you?” She added. The silver paperclip still dangled there.
“Ohhh!” Ellie exclaimed, looking down, crossing one knee over the other and pulling the blanket tighter as best she could. Again there was laughter from the gallery.
“Believe me, you might think you’re going to be brave for the first dozen lashes during your whipping, but then you’re going to start crying, and then you’ll scream and writhe and beg them to stop, but they won’t, not until they deliver that fiftieth stroke. Now that’s only the beginning of your punishment. Your back, ass, legs, tits, stomach, between your legs, that’s all going to be burning and stinging, covered with bleeding welts. And that’s just a start.
“And the cross, you’ll piss yourself screaming when they start to drive that first nail through your wrist. You might faint. If you do, they wait for you to wake up before they resume nailing you, so you won’t miss any of your punishment.”
“Wait,” Ellie said, “They’re going to drive the nails through my… my wrists?! But… all the crucifixes I ever saw, the nails were in his palms!”
“Nope. Those were wrong. They’ll tear out of your hands there. The nails go between the small bones in the heels of your hands, right above your wrists,” Alice pointed to the base of her own palm for emphasis. “They put them there so they’ll bear directly on bone and carry your weight for days without tearing out.”
“But my wrists?” Ellie sobbed, “How… how can I… I mean, the pain! I don’t know how I…”
“Yeah,” Alice shook her head. “It’s horrible. They say the only thing that keeps you from dying of shock when they drive the nails in is the whipping. They think it gets your body used to pain so it can handle the agony of being nailed to the cross. You’ll scream and beg them to stop, but they won’t. You’re not a human being any longer, your begging and pleading doesn’t matter.”
“Ohhh! Oh my God!” Ellie moaned shivering in fear.
“Well,” Alice said. “So, the wrist nailing, they do that with you lying on the ground while they hold you down. They do it with the crossbeam lying about ten feet from the post, which is already standing. That’s so the executioner has room to work. You’ll be lying on that beam with your head toward the upright post.
“When they’re done nailing your wrists down, they’ll grab the ends of the beam and drag you by those nails, writhing and screaming, over to the post. Then they’ll use a lifting rig – rope and pulleys – to lift the beam and you along with it up to the top of the post. You’ll just be dangling there kicking and screaming, suspended by nothing but the nails in your wrists.
“No use trying to imagine the pain, you can’t. A lot of people faint.
“Now if you remember, I tried to get them to support your body, not drag you or lift you like that, but the GACP says that’s part of the punishment.”
“The GACP?” Ellie sobbed, “What…”
“The Generally Accepted Crucifixion Practices manual,” Alice replied. “Best practices for crucifying criminals and extending their suffering for days. Ways to torture and punish them. The US and most other countries adopted it as the guide for performing crucifixions and made its use part of the law.”
“Well,” Alice continued, “When the beam is set in place, it’s about ten feet high, so your head is about, oh, eight feet off the ground. You’ll be hanging up there naked where everyone can watch you.
“They might let you hang and struggle for a while until you wear yourself out, then they’ll push your feet up so they’re flat against the face of the post and drive nails through those, too. Then you’ll be crucified, and you start slowly dying.”
Ellie looked like she might collapse. The bailiff took hold of an arm to steady her.
“And when you’re hanging there, you’ll scream and scream, and every movement will be pure hell. You can’t bear to move, but you have to move, have to try to find some way to ease it.
“Then, after a couple of hours of that, you’ll notice it’s getting harder to breathe. It’s not a sudden thing. It creeps up on you gradually and then it’s there. You think you can’t get enough air, even though you really can, and you start to panic.
“You’ll feel like the only way you can get a full breath is to struggle your way up, pull with your arms and push with your legs against those nails, screaming in agony with every movement until the breathing gets easier. You can’t bear to do it and sometimes you’ll faint from the agony of trying, but your body will force you to.
“You’ll be driven to move, to push and pull yourself up and stand on the nails in your feet so you can get a few breaths before that agony gets to be too much. You’ll beg for mercy at first, then you’ll beg for death. But there won’t ever be any mercy for you. And death, that’s a long, long way off, days away. It’ll seem like years.
“Now, what else? Oh yeah, I also asked to have your sedile installed after you were nailed to the cross. Otherwise, if it was already there, they might just lower you down onto it when they set the crossbeam in place, and those things are painful. You’d be helpless to save your crotch, and you know your sedile is a Class 3, gender-specific, so…”
“What is a sedile?” Ellie sobbed, already terrified by what she’d heard, realizing there was no way out. “I kept hearing you, the judge, everybody talking about a sedile, and now there’s some kind of Class 3. What are you talking about?”
Alice looked at her watch and sighed. “You really are pretty dense, aren’t you?”
“I-I just…” Ellie stammered.
“Look, counselor,” the bailiff said, “we have to transport her now. Prison van is waiting.”
“Yes, Pete, I know.” Alice said pointedly. “And I have another client. Five more minutes?”
“Five minutes, then I have to take her,” the bailiff replied.
“Listen,” Alice said, “the word ‘sedile’ is Latin for ‘saddle.’ It’s a short, narrow piece of wood mounted on the front of the cross between your legs. Most of the time, it just pokes you in the ass while you struggle. You never forget it’s there, but you’re scared to let anything get between your legs, you’re still trying to protect yourself. You get desperate enough, and you will, sooner or later, you’ll try to straddle it and rest on it. But it hurts like hell! It’s sexual torture. It’s going into the crack of your ass and your pussy. And then you rest your weight on it, drive that rough, narrow edge up hard against your asshole and pussy. That’s a class 1.” Alice held up one finger for emphasis.
Ellie gaped at her and forgot her blanket, which had spread open once again. People in the gallery held up their phones and took pictures.
“That’s what you would have had, but hey, you shouted at the judge!” Alice said. “There’s a class 2 sedile,” Alice held up two fingers for emphasis, “which is just like a class 1, except they added a short, pointed horn on it that goes up into you before you can rest on the edge of the sedile. Men have one choice for where the horn goes, you, being a girl, have two.”
“A-a horn? I have to-to let a wooden horn go inside of me?” Ellie asked in horror. “I’d never do that!”
“Oh yes, you will! Let me finish, because it gets better!” Alice said. “You, because of your big mouth, get a Class 3, gender-specific sedile.” She held up three fingers. “I’ll skip over the male version, because that doesn’t concern you. The female version has not one, but two horns. Simpler for an idiot like you, because there are no more choices to make.
“The horn in back is a little taller, maybe an inch or so,” Alice indicated an inch with thumb and forefinger, “so you’ll feel that poking you first. You can’t take it in your pussy because it’s too close to the post in back. You can’t get your ass back far enough to get your vagina on it. So you get your asshole lined up with its point, let it slip in, then the second one lines up with your vagina. You slide down both of those, take them into you, and then you’re able to rest on that narrow edge. But that’s not all. The front of the sedile has several pointed teeth on it which happen to be right where that big old clit of yours will be, ready to chew on it.
“So there you are, finally resting on the edge of the sedile with horns up your ass and vagina and these teeth digging into your clit. Everyone can clearly see all of this because of your freshly waxed bald pussy and you can bet they’ll be videoing. Now you couldn’t bear that pain for a second if you had a choice, but you don’t. Your body is exhausted, helpless. You’re nailed to a cross, dying. At least sitting on that sedile you can breathe more easily, but you need your breath to use for screaming.
“So that’s what shouting at the judge got you. I was trying to negotiate no sedile at all, but you took that option away, and now you’re going to have the most painful and humiliating one of all. I’d say think about that and try to control your temper and your mouth, but it’s way too late for that now.
Ellie was almost too stunned to speak. “What – what can I do?”
“What can you do about what?” Alice said derisively. “You have no more options. Your future is locked in like you’re on rails. Three more days and then your execution begins. God knows when it ends, but you’ll be begging for death long before that.”
“But you – you’re my lawyer!” Ellie wailed.
“I am for about two more minutes,” Alice replied. “You’re a dumbass. You sabotaged my effort to make things easier for you.
“I have a hunch how you ended up here. There is no way on God’s green earth you wrote those leaflets yourself. You were part of a group. What’d you do, smoke weed and talk revolution? You were fucking the group leader, weren’t you?”
“We love each other!” Ellie said. “J… Oh!” Her eyes went wide. She’d almost slipped up and revealed his name! “I mean, uh, he’s the bravest, smartest man I ever met.”
So his name starts with a “J”! Alice thought, Ok, I can go with that.
“Yeah, I’ll bet,” Alice said. “He send you out to distribute those leaflets? Did he tell you what would happen if you got caught? I mean, if you got caught, what were they going to do to you? Let you off with a warning? Maybe a few days in jail? Every revolutionary needs to spend a few days in jail! There was always a chance they’d execute some of you, lethal injection, painless, and then you just don’t know anything, right? And you did swear to die for the cause, didn’t you?”
Ellie stared at her with wide eyes like, how could she possibly know that?
“See, here’s what I think happened,” Alice continued, watching Ellie’s face closely, “Ol’ Jim, or James, John,” she threw out “J” names at random, “Jay, Jerry, Jeremy…” She saw Ellie’s brief expression of surprise, then fear. “Jeremy, that’s his name! - was tired of your shit. So what’s a guy to do? Dump you and you might rat him out to the cops. Jeremy’s no killer, so murder’s not an option. Well, unless he can get the Federal Government to do it for him.”
“No! No! Jeremy – I mean… shit!” Ellie had a confused look on her face. “He would never do that to me! Never!”
“Oh, but he would!” Alice responded, “And he knew damned well how tough the legal system was on revolutionaries, and he also knew damned well what they’d do to you. So he sent you out there like a sacrificial lamb with a handful of leaflets, and as soon as you left, he put in an anonymous call to the police and turned you in, told them where you’d be and what you’d be doing.
“See, Jeremy’s not worried about you ratting him out now, because hey, you love him! And you’ll be dying for your cause. How romantic is that!”
“Except, now maybe you know, hun, for Jeremy, well, you were just a piece of ass. And your death, all your suffering, that’s not going to have any purpose, none at all!
“Your so-called boyfriend nailed you, then he nailed you to that cross. Meditate on that while they’re hammering those big nails into your body, and during those long, agonizing days and nights hanging out there naked, bleeding and dying, ever so slowly.
“Oh, and watch the crowd, all those people taking selfies with you hanging on your cross in the background. Bet you’ll see him or members of your group out there with their cell phones getting video of you to post online. ‘Dumb girl on a cross’ they’ll call it. Bet they’re laughing their asses off at you right now!”
Ellie screamed.
“Well, hun, got to go,” Alice said, gathering up her files and standing to leave. “You don’t deserve what you’re getting, but in a way, it’s just natural selection, weak ones getting culled out. Hope the remainder of your life is as easy as it can be. I doubt we’ll see each other again.”
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
What a fantastic, practical lawyer, no profit in being all emotional!
And giving Jeremy's name to the DA will help ensure Alice gets a better paid prosecution job rather than this shitty public defender post trying to 'help' stupid scum.
I just love all the technical, bureaucratic stuff.
And I prefer one middling-size post a day, as another esteemed member has said, time to savour it.
puppyowner
Magistrate
almost 60 as well and had a very similar experience, medical 'mishap' 8 years ago left me handicapped, I am lucky to have survived so I understand exactly where your coming from, keep writing your good at it, and never let he it grind you down, life is fun and worth living no matter what
Jon Smithie
Tribune
This is really good, Jedakk! I do love a bit of a twist in the story, with Jeremy presumably ratting out Ellie, or at least Alice being sadistic enough to suggest the possibility to her. Which reminds me. If Alice was a sharp lawyer she could have at least tried to convince Ellie to inform on the higher ups in the protest movement. And maybe use that as a bargaining chip for a class I or II sedile?
I'LL mention a couple of what I think are inconsistencies in the story, since you've asked for comments. I was a little disappointed when I first read that Ellie had a clit ring, because that doesn't seem consistent with her naive and innocent character. I don't know, but I would guess that most women who have their clits pierced probably have done other body modifications prior to going for that, such as tattoos and other less intimate piercings, and probably have a pretty high pain tolerance.
On the other hand, I do love the paper clip hanging from her clit! That's a nice touch.
I also think it's a little inconsistent that Ellie knows absolutely nothing about crucifixions. I know she's avoided the public displays, but she's politically aware enough to be handing out protest leaflets, and unfortunately for her, she's certainly displayed a bit of defiance in court. I hate to think that that defiance is based on nothing more than ignorance and stupidity.
But none of that is getting in the way of my enjoyment of the story, lol, and I eagerly await the next installment!
I'LL mention a couple of what I think are inconsistencies in the story, since you've asked for comments. I was a little disappointed when I first read that Ellie had a clit ring, because that doesn't seem consistent with her naive and innocent character. I don't know, but I would guess that most women who have their clits pierced probably have done other body modifications prior to going for that, such as tattoos and other less intimate piercings, and probably have a pretty high pain tolerance.
On the other hand, I do love the paper clip hanging from her clit! That's a nice touch.
I also think it's a little inconsistent that Ellie knows absolutely nothing about crucifixions. I know she's avoided the public displays, but she's politically aware enough to be handing out protest leaflets, and unfortunately for her, she's certainly displayed a bit of defiance in court. I hate to think that that defiance is based on nothing more than ignorance and stupidity.
But none of that is getting in the way of my enjoyment of the story, lol, and I eagerly await the next installment!
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Deleted member jedakk
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I was very blessed not to be handicapped, other than I have a little difficulty swallowing. That was caused by the surgery to fuse four vertebrae in my neck - they went in through the front to do that, had to manhandle my esophagus and trachea some to get all the hardware, drill, etc. in there. X-rays look like a hardware store! But it works remarkably well, and the swallowing problem helped me lose weight.
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Deleted member jedakk
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She's seen it all before!
That will definitely come back to bear on the rest of the story.
I really enjoyed thinking about how this would all work. I had to research the US Federal prison system, judicial system, etc. If Alice files an appeal, where would she go to do that? The Jack Brooks Federal Building in Beaumont is a real place, as is the high-security federal prison south of there. Boy does the bureaucracy get tangled later in the story!
puppyowner
Magistrate
me I went in for a twisted ankle and was put on a four hour long drip of a product that had been banned about a year before, it was killing to many people, I lost the law suit because they used a generic, which doctors governments and pharmacy's tell us is identical, apparently they aren't in the eyes of the law