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Chapter 9 is titled "Measuring for a Woodcarving." The reason Ellie is strapped down to the exam table naked with her legs spread is mainly for the three men to measure her female anatomy for the complex Class 3 Gender-Specific sedile she has been condemned to endure while she is crucified. There's the spacing between her anus and vagina that has to be measured, her urethra and clitoris. There's the depth of her rectum up to the bend of the sigmoid colon, and there's the depth of her vagina to her cervix.
However, the depth when she is aroused is much greater, maybe double what it is when she is not. So they need to have her aroused so they can measure her in that condition.
There's a big change in Ellie in this chapter. She finally realizes that her fate is in the hands of these men and others. Antagonizing them will not help her and will cost her pain and suffering. Her anger and defiance are mostly replaced by fear.
“Sure,” the doctor said.
“Ok, hold it for a second...” Wooster snapped a picture. “I just need to get a couple of measurements from the center of her anus, that’s going to be her anchor point.” He used a plastic ruler, got the measurements from the tabletop to her anus, from her anus to her vagina, urethra and to the glans of her clit, wrote them down in millimeters, checked them a second time.
“All right, she’s not going to like this much,” Wooster said, “not that she’s appreciated anything else so far. I need the depths of her rectum and vagina.”
“Not a problem as far as her rectum is concerned,” the doctor said, “but her vagina, of course you realize, is probably only half as deep as it would be if it were stimulated and aroused.”
“I know,” Wooster said. “Got a vibrator here we can use to stimulate her for the full-depth measurement.” He took it out of his bag and plugged it into a receptacle on the side of the examination table. Ellie’s eyes widened when she saw it.
Oh God, he’s… he’s going to force me to come right here in front of them while they watch! Oh no, no…
The doctor inserted a graduated probe into Ellie’s vagina, pushing it in until it stopped at her cervix. She said nothing, but her breathing quickened and she whimpered in fear. He wrote down the measurement, then repeated the operation with her anus. Her butt cheeks clenched reflexively when she felt the cold metal thing slide into her rectum.
When he was done, the doctor moved out of the way and left her to Wooster. He took the doctor’s place between Ellie’s legs, reached over and loosened the strap across her hips to free her abdomen a little. She was going to want to move, urgently, in a moment.
Wooster held up the vibrator where Ellie could see it clearly and switched it on. There was a deep buzzing sound.
“See it?” Wooster asked. “This is not gonna hurt you. You’re going to like this, a lot.”
“No…“ Ellie sobbed, “Don’t make me, please don’t, not in front of everyone like this!”
“Only the beginning,” Wooster said, “gonna get a lot worse, a lot more humiliating than this!”
He moved the buzzing vibrator down between Ellie’s legs out of her sight.
“Mmmmmph!” Ellie grunted in surprise, eyes wide, straining against the straps when the vibrator touched the opening of her vagina and began to slowly circle it. Her toes curled around the ends of the stirrups. Her breathing was short and rapid with little moans.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” Wooster smiled. “Just give this a minute or two, let’s bring you to the edge slowly now…”
“Oooohhh!” Ellie moaned, her eyelids fluttering. Her nipples began to swell and harden.
I can’t… take this… Oh God it feels… so good, the tingling! I don’t want it to stop! But… Ellie thought.
Another minute passed, the pressure building in her body. Her nipples began to ache, they were so hard.
Oh God, please let me finish, get it over with… Ellie thought.
She rolled her hips downward, straining to push her clit toward the vibrator head. Wooster moved along with her, kept the vibrator slowly circling her vagina.
“Uuuuuhhhhh!” Ellie gave a frustrated moan. “Please! Oooohhh…”
“Not yet… just another minute or so, the best is yet to come!” Wooster crooned, watching her inner lips swell and turn a darker pink, the button of her clitoris growing. “I’ll let you have it when I think you’re ready, but you won’t get it till then.” The other men watched spellbound.
“Holy crap!” The doctor said.
“Ooooohhhh! Mmmmm! Ohhh my…” Ellie groaned. “Oh please please please I-I need it…” Her chest was heaving under the straps, breaths coming in deep, shuddering moans.
By the time Wooster slid the vibrator upward from her vagina, moving it very slowly along between her now hyper-sensitive inner lips, she knew what was coming but could no longer control herself, she was so desperate. She gasped, groaned and her body shuddered when he placed it directly on top of her fully exposed clitoris, the sensation like an electric shock that traveled up through her body in a wave.
Oh my God oh my God oh my God so powerful I can’t fight it…
“There it is,” Wooster said, “the magic button! Just relax, let go and let it take you, now,” he said soothingly. Ellie could barely hear him now, her mind off in a universe of her own.
“Aaaaahhhh! Oooohhh!” Ellie moaned insistently and squirmed under the straps, straining now to crush her clit even tighter against the vibrator head, feeling what it was doing to her. Wooster, in turn, held the vibrator pressed hard against her, careful not to let it slip as her hips undulated now in a frenzy. Her groans became louder as she arched her neck and pressed the back of her head down between her shackled arms. Everyone watched in awestruck silence.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!” Ellie emptied her lungs in a loud scream as she released. Wooster continued to force the vibrator against her clit while she strained against the straps and continued to scream.
“She’d beg for one of those when she’s on the cross!” The executioner laughed, “Can’t feel any pain during an orgasm, best anesthesia there is!”
When her body went limp and her screams subsided into gentle moans, he switched the vibrator off. She was drenched with sweat.
All the men stood and stared at her for a moment, fascinated.
“Ok, let’s measure the depth of her vagina now,” Wooster said.
“Oh, yeah, that’s right, that’s why we were doing this,” the doctor said. “Slipped my mind for some reason!”
Her vagina was indeed almost twice as deep, almost the same as the depth of her rectum.
“All right, that’s what I need to know,” Wooster said.
“I have what I need,” the executioner said, “already measured her arm and leg lengths, shoulder-to-hip distance. Got her height and weight on the chart, let’s see, five feet, two inches tall, 109 pounds. She’s a little one! Everything I need to select the nail size, mark the locations for wrists and feet on the cross. Wooster, you’ll get me the offset for the sedile placement?”
“Yep,” Wooster said, “Get it to you tomorrow after I do her final fitting. That be ok?”
“Sure,” the executioner replied.
“F-fuck you!” Ellie said, her face still flushed from her orgasm and embarrassment from having been forced to do it while these men watched.
“Ellie’s back with us!” The doctor laughed. “Was it good for you?”
Ellie glared at him. “Fuck all of you!” She shouted, rattling her chains.
The executioner crossed his arms and turned to look at her, frowning. “It hasn’t escaped you that I’m the guy who’s going to nail you to a cross in a couple of days, has it? You know, drive big iron spikes through each of your wrists and each of your feet?”
“I… I… oh God!” Ellie stammered.
“No, I’m not God, but I do have awesome power over you!” He said. “I could, if I had a reason, cut your agony short. I could make you die sooner, escape some of your sentence, again, if I had a reason. Which I don’t.
“In fact, as I said before, I can make your punishment even worse. Don’t forget, five days on the cross is the minimum time. It could easily become six or seven days.
When you see me next, it will be when they march you – or drag you – to your cross. You will want to be respectful to me. Curse anyone else you want, but not me. I will be only “Sir” to you. Is that clear?”
She stared at him wide-eyed, the import of what he was saying sinking in. She’d gotten herself sentenced to die on the cross through her own stupidity. She’d made it worse by shouting at the judge. Now maybe she’d made it even worse. Was there no end to the mistakes her temper and stupidity would lead to?
“Y-yes, sir!” Ellie said, staring at the executioner in fear.
“What’s this offset for the sedile that you’re talking about?” The doctor asked. “I haven’t done many of these, and all of them before used a Class 1 sedile, no horns.”
Wooster and the executioner looked at each other, then Wooster spoke. “With a Class 2 or 3 sedile, there’s the height of the horns to consider. If you place it as high as a Class 1, the horn height might make it difficult to get on when the subject elects to avail herself of it to rest.”
The doctor guffawed. “When she elects to avail herself of it! Now there’s a sanitized technical phrase!”
“Sure is!” Wooster laughed. “It works better if her legs are already folded about halfway when she detects the tip of the rear horn – the higher one. She’ll need to move a little, find it with her anus, then lower herself onto it. After that, everything lines up.”
“What you want is for everyone to see what she’s doing to herself,” the executioner said. “Public executions are all about that, everything needs to be visible to the crowd. She’s going to spread her legs as widely as she can anyway, just to ease those horns into her. They all do that.”
Wooster nodded, “By the time she’s down all the way onto the sedile, all of her weight on it, she’s going to be in a full squat. Stretches her pussy lips open so everything is nicely displayed, nothing protected. A lot like this one we have here.”
He turned toward Ellie’s wide-spread crotch and demonstrated.
“I’ll place her feet high up on the cross, lower legs perpendicular to the post when she’s hanging. Gives her lots of range of motion and opens her up when she’s hanging by her wrists. She’ll be more open than she is now, more like this.”
He placed the fingers of each hand on her outer lips and pulled them apart. Ellie’s green eyes went wide and she gasped, “Please sir, don’t hurt me!”
“That’s the way you speak to me! Good girl!” He said.
“Yes,” Wooster said, “sediles have more punishment effect when the subject’s vulva is stretched over them. And the inner lips are more fully exposed, not bunched up. Now, keep holding her outer lips like that,” he said to the executioner. “When her vagina slides down the horn, its taper spreads her inner lips,” he slid a gloved finger into her slippery vagina up to the second knuckle.
“Oh! Stop! You B… I mean, oh! Please, SIR!” Ellie gasped, squirming.
“Hmmm! Good training!” He pushed another finger in next to the first. Ellie stiffened and moaned.
“As I said, the taper of the horn opens her vagina wider as she slides down onto it. And in the process, it makes her inner lips gap apart some, forward of it.” He indicated the “V” of her inner lips on the forward side of her vagina, the vivid pink of the inside of her lips contrasting with the reddish color of her outer vulva.
“So what I do.” Wooster continued, “is sculpt the thin edge of the sedile so it runs up the front of the horn a little, fits into this “V” here between her lips and wedges them open wider as she comes down. It continues separating them from her vagina forward.” He put a fingertip into the “V” and slowly drew it forward, spreading her inner lips to illustrate. Ellie squirmed and gasped when his fingertip touched her clitoris with its ring.
“Mmph! Oh! Please don’t…” Ellie begged.
“If me just touching it like that bothered you, you’re really going to be in agony when you’re crucified and John does things to it!” Wooster said.
“When you look at the result on a woman who’s been crucified,” Wooster continued, “you see that her inner lips are laid nicely over either side of the sedile. The thin edge slips up between them. Gets them out of the way so that rough wooden edge sits firmly against the inside of the crease between her inner lips, here,” he touched a fingertip to the trembling, soft pink area that was now exposed, “and all her weight is bearing down on this. Very sensitive around the opening to her urethra here.” She flinched when his finger touched it. “There’ll be a little tapered peg about an inch long that will slide right in there, stretch it.” He shrugged, “Yeah, overkill. I don’t know who came up with all this. I just follow the design.”
“Then you’ve got this edge in between the horns, which her ‘taint’ gets forced down against,” Wooster grinned as he put a finger in the part of her cleft between her vagina and anus.
“Taint, now there’s a medical term for that part of her anatomy!” The doctor laughed.
“Yeah, right,” John laughed, “ ‘tain’t pussy and ‘tain’t asshole!”
“And then her tailbone rests on the back of the sedile,” Wooster probed with a finger for the hard bone behind her anus, pointed it out.
“A woman being punished with a Class 3 sedile keeps squirming around, trying to find a way to relieve the pain. But movement only makes it worse, makes the edge settle in deeper and presses it in harder. She can’t move much, because her pelvic floor is all soft tissue and the two horns inside her won’t allow it. Keeps her locked in place, no relief.”
“Nothing but moist pink against the wood,” the executioner said. “Gets worse over time. The crowd loves sexual torture, nothing more humiliating, the way it makes her naked body squirm, and it’s all about the torment between her legs. They bet on it, how long before she gets on it, how long before she can’t take it anymore. The stipes – the upright post – is round, so when you nail her feet side-by-side on it, her knees will angle outward. As exposed as she can be unless the court specifies an “X” cross in the sentence.”
Ellie moaned in horror, wanted to beg for mercy but knew it was useless. They were going to crucify her, and she couldn’t see any way to escape.
However, the depth when she is aroused is much greater, maybe double what it is when she is not. So they need to have her aroused so they can measure her in that condition.
There's a big change in Ellie in this chapter. She finally realizes that her fate is in the hands of these men and others. Antagonizing them will not help her and will cost her pain and suffering. Her anger and defiance are mostly replaced by fear.
Chapter 9: Measuring for a Woodcarving
“Well,” Wooster said, “I’ll need another measurement so I know how far to extend the landing area for her clit to optimize her experience. I’m going to reduce the diameters of the spikes covering it and put more of them, too, densely spaced so her clit doesn’t slip down between them. And I’m going to need the shaft diameter, too. Can I just get a picture?”“Sure,” the doctor said.
“Ok, hold it for a second...” Wooster snapped a picture. “I just need to get a couple of measurements from the center of her anus, that’s going to be her anchor point.” He used a plastic ruler, got the measurements from the tabletop to her anus, from her anus to her vagina, urethra and to the glans of her clit, wrote them down in millimeters, checked them a second time.
“All right, she’s not going to like this much,” Wooster said, “not that she’s appreciated anything else so far. I need the depths of her rectum and vagina.”
“Not a problem as far as her rectum is concerned,” the doctor said, “but her vagina, of course you realize, is probably only half as deep as it would be if it were stimulated and aroused.”
“I know,” Wooster said. “Got a vibrator here we can use to stimulate her for the full-depth measurement.” He took it out of his bag and plugged it into a receptacle on the side of the examination table. Ellie’s eyes widened when she saw it.
Oh God, he’s… he’s going to force me to come right here in front of them while they watch! Oh no, no…
The doctor inserted a graduated probe into Ellie’s vagina, pushing it in until it stopped at her cervix. She said nothing, but her breathing quickened and she whimpered in fear. He wrote down the measurement, then repeated the operation with her anus. Her butt cheeks clenched reflexively when she felt the cold metal thing slide into her rectum.
When he was done, the doctor moved out of the way and left her to Wooster. He took the doctor’s place between Ellie’s legs, reached over and loosened the strap across her hips to free her abdomen a little. She was going to want to move, urgently, in a moment.
Wooster held up the vibrator where Ellie could see it clearly and switched it on. There was a deep buzzing sound.
“See it?” Wooster asked. “This is not gonna hurt you. You’re going to like this, a lot.”
“No…“ Ellie sobbed, “Don’t make me, please don’t, not in front of everyone like this!”
“Only the beginning,” Wooster said, “gonna get a lot worse, a lot more humiliating than this!”
He moved the buzzing vibrator down between Ellie’s legs out of her sight.
“Mmmmmph!” Ellie grunted in surprise, eyes wide, straining against the straps when the vibrator touched the opening of her vagina and began to slowly circle it. Her toes curled around the ends of the stirrups. Her breathing was short and rapid with little moans.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” Wooster smiled. “Just give this a minute or two, let’s bring you to the edge slowly now…”
“Oooohhh!” Ellie moaned, her eyelids fluttering. Her nipples began to swell and harden.
I can’t… take this… Oh God it feels… so good, the tingling! I don’t want it to stop! But… Ellie thought.
Another minute passed, the pressure building in her body. Her nipples began to ache, they were so hard.
Oh God, please let me finish, get it over with… Ellie thought.
She rolled her hips downward, straining to push her clit toward the vibrator head. Wooster moved along with her, kept the vibrator slowly circling her vagina.
“Uuuuuhhhhh!” Ellie gave a frustrated moan. “Please! Oooohhh…”
“Not yet… just another minute or so, the best is yet to come!” Wooster crooned, watching her inner lips swell and turn a darker pink, the button of her clitoris growing. “I’ll let you have it when I think you’re ready, but you won’t get it till then.” The other men watched spellbound.
“Holy crap!” The doctor said.
“Ooooohhhh! Mmmmm! Ohhh my…” Ellie groaned. “Oh please please please I-I need it…” Her chest was heaving under the straps, breaths coming in deep, shuddering moans.
By the time Wooster slid the vibrator upward from her vagina, moving it very slowly along between her now hyper-sensitive inner lips, she knew what was coming but could no longer control herself, she was so desperate. She gasped, groaned and her body shuddered when he placed it directly on top of her fully exposed clitoris, the sensation like an electric shock that traveled up through her body in a wave.
Oh my God oh my God oh my God so powerful I can’t fight it…
“There it is,” Wooster said, “the magic button! Just relax, let go and let it take you, now,” he said soothingly. Ellie could barely hear him now, her mind off in a universe of her own.
“Aaaaahhhh! Oooohhh!” Ellie moaned insistently and squirmed under the straps, straining now to crush her clit even tighter against the vibrator head, feeling what it was doing to her. Wooster, in turn, held the vibrator pressed hard against her, careful not to let it slip as her hips undulated now in a frenzy. Her groans became louder as she arched her neck and pressed the back of her head down between her shackled arms. Everyone watched in awestruck silence.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!” Ellie emptied her lungs in a loud scream as she released. Wooster continued to force the vibrator against her clit while she strained against the straps and continued to scream.
“She’d beg for one of those when she’s on the cross!” The executioner laughed, “Can’t feel any pain during an orgasm, best anesthesia there is!”
When her body went limp and her screams subsided into gentle moans, he switched the vibrator off. She was drenched with sweat.
All the men stood and stared at her for a moment, fascinated.
“Ok, let’s measure the depth of her vagina now,” Wooster said.
“Oh, yeah, that’s right, that’s why we were doing this,” the doctor said. “Slipped my mind for some reason!”
Her vagina was indeed almost twice as deep, almost the same as the depth of her rectum.
“All right, that’s what I need to know,” Wooster said.
“I have what I need,” the executioner said, “already measured her arm and leg lengths, shoulder-to-hip distance. Got her height and weight on the chart, let’s see, five feet, two inches tall, 109 pounds. She’s a little one! Everything I need to select the nail size, mark the locations for wrists and feet on the cross. Wooster, you’ll get me the offset for the sedile placement?”
“Yep,” Wooster said, “Get it to you tomorrow after I do her final fitting. That be ok?”
“Sure,” the executioner replied.
“F-fuck you!” Ellie said, her face still flushed from her orgasm and embarrassment from having been forced to do it while these men watched.
“Ellie’s back with us!” The doctor laughed. “Was it good for you?”
Ellie glared at him. “Fuck all of you!” She shouted, rattling her chains.
The executioner crossed his arms and turned to look at her, frowning. “It hasn’t escaped you that I’m the guy who’s going to nail you to a cross in a couple of days, has it? You know, drive big iron spikes through each of your wrists and each of your feet?”
“I… I… oh God!” Ellie stammered.
“No, I’m not God, but I do have awesome power over you!” He said. “I could, if I had a reason, cut your agony short. I could make you die sooner, escape some of your sentence, again, if I had a reason. Which I don’t.
“In fact, as I said before, I can make your punishment even worse. Don’t forget, five days on the cross is the minimum time. It could easily become six or seven days.
When you see me next, it will be when they march you – or drag you – to your cross. You will want to be respectful to me. Curse anyone else you want, but not me. I will be only “Sir” to you. Is that clear?”
She stared at him wide-eyed, the import of what he was saying sinking in. She’d gotten herself sentenced to die on the cross through her own stupidity. She’d made it worse by shouting at the judge. Now maybe she’d made it even worse. Was there no end to the mistakes her temper and stupidity would lead to?
“Y-yes, sir!” Ellie said, staring at the executioner in fear.
“What’s this offset for the sedile that you’re talking about?” The doctor asked. “I haven’t done many of these, and all of them before used a Class 1 sedile, no horns.”
Wooster and the executioner looked at each other, then Wooster spoke. “With a Class 2 or 3 sedile, there’s the height of the horns to consider. If you place it as high as a Class 1, the horn height might make it difficult to get on when the subject elects to avail herself of it to rest.”
The doctor guffawed. “When she elects to avail herself of it! Now there’s a sanitized technical phrase!”
“Sure is!” Wooster laughed. “It works better if her legs are already folded about halfway when she detects the tip of the rear horn – the higher one. She’ll need to move a little, find it with her anus, then lower herself onto it. After that, everything lines up.”
“What you want is for everyone to see what she’s doing to herself,” the executioner said. “Public executions are all about that, everything needs to be visible to the crowd. She’s going to spread her legs as widely as she can anyway, just to ease those horns into her. They all do that.”
Wooster nodded, “By the time she’s down all the way onto the sedile, all of her weight on it, she’s going to be in a full squat. Stretches her pussy lips open so everything is nicely displayed, nothing protected. A lot like this one we have here.”
He turned toward Ellie’s wide-spread crotch and demonstrated.
“I’ll place her feet high up on the cross, lower legs perpendicular to the post when she’s hanging. Gives her lots of range of motion and opens her up when she’s hanging by her wrists. She’ll be more open than she is now, more like this.”
He placed the fingers of each hand on her outer lips and pulled them apart. Ellie’s green eyes went wide and she gasped, “Please sir, don’t hurt me!”
“That’s the way you speak to me! Good girl!” He said.
“Yes,” Wooster said, “sediles have more punishment effect when the subject’s vulva is stretched over them. And the inner lips are more fully exposed, not bunched up. Now, keep holding her outer lips like that,” he said to the executioner. “When her vagina slides down the horn, its taper spreads her inner lips,” he slid a gloved finger into her slippery vagina up to the second knuckle.
“Oh! Stop! You B… I mean, oh! Please, SIR!” Ellie gasped, squirming.
“Hmmm! Good training!” He pushed another finger in next to the first. Ellie stiffened and moaned.
“As I said, the taper of the horn opens her vagina wider as she slides down onto it. And in the process, it makes her inner lips gap apart some, forward of it.” He indicated the “V” of her inner lips on the forward side of her vagina, the vivid pink of the inside of her lips contrasting with the reddish color of her outer vulva.
“So what I do.” Wooster continued, “is sculpt the thin edge of the sedile so it runs up the front of the horn a little, fits into this “V” here between her lips and wedges them open wider as she comes down. It continues separating them from her vagina forward.” He put a fingertip into the “V” and slowly drew it forward, spreading her inner lips to illustrate. Ellie squirmed and gasped when his fingertip touched her clitoris with its ring.
“Mmph! Oh! Please don’t…” Ellie begged.
“If me just touching it like that bothered you, you’re really going to be in agony when you’re crucified and John does things to it!” Wooster said.
“When you look at the result on a woman who’s been crucified,” Wooster continued, “you see that her inner lips are laid nicely over either side of the sedile. The thin edge slips up between them. Gets them out of the way so that rough wooden edge sits firmly against the inside of the crease between her inner lips, here,” he touched a fingertip to the trembling, soft pink area that was now exposed, “and all her weight is bearing down on this. Very sensitive around the opening to her urethra here.” She flinched when his finger touched it. “There’ll be a little tapered peg about an inch long that will slide right in there, stretch it.” He shrugged, “Yeah, overkill. I don’t know who came up with all this. I just follow the design.”
“Then you’ve got this edge in between the horns, which her ‘taint’ gets forced down against,” Wooster grinned as he put a finger in the part of her cleft between her vagina and anus.
“Taint, now there’s a medical term for that part of her anatomy!” The doctor laughed.
“Yeah, right,” John laughed, “ ‘tain’t pussy and ‘tain’t asshole!”
“And then her tailbone rests on the back of the sedile,” Wooster probed with a finger for the hard bone behind her anus, pointed it out.
“A woman being punished with a Class 3 sedile keeps squirming around, trying to find a way to relieve the pain. But movement only makes it worse, makes the edge settle in deeper and presses it in harder. She can’t move much, because her pelvic floor is all soft tissue and the two horns inside her won’t allow it. Keeps her locked in place, no relief.”
“Nothing but moist pink against the wood,” the executioner said. “Gets worse over time. The crowd loves sexual torture, nothing more humiliating, the way it makes her naked body squirm, and it’s all about the torment between her legs. They bet on it, how long before she gets on it, how long before she can’t take it anymore. The stipes – the upright post – is round, so when you nail her feet side-by-side on it, her knees will angle outward. As exposed as she can be unless the court specifies an “X” cross in the sentence.”
Ellie moaned in horror, wanted to beg for mercy but knew it was useless. They were going to crucify her, and she couldn’t see any way to escape.
