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!
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.”
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