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It's certainly a possibility! Now if the guy will only pick up that damned newspaper and read it while he's picking his teeth with a rattlesnake rib after supper.
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Don't give it away and spoil it for everyone else!"German Ellie" has already endured her whipping...
Guess I might as well skip that chapter now.
toxidomaskjr
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Intriguing!
Loved the comparission
Now Ellie is afraid for real
I have a feeling it's gonna be ttotally the opposite
This was a really emotional scene. A gesture of brotherhood by the male inmates
SkinnyCrux
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Of course no.Don't give it away and spoil it for everyone else!
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Chapter 15 is titled "The Whipping." There's not much more to say; the prison van arrives at the amphitheater where Ellie will be whipped, which is already filling up with spectators. There are concession stands selling beer and food plus souvenir whips and crucifixion nails - plastic replicas and real hand-forged iron ones at a price. We get a taste of the bureaucracy as the whipping contractor has to sign a form taking receipt of Ellie and gives the back copy to the warden as a record. There's a handover process every time she changes hands.
This is a medium length chapter, so there will be a second one following this today.
As Ellie watched out her window, the van made a tight circle between the platform and seating and pulled up with her door next to the base of the eight steps she would have to climb to reach the raised floor of the platform where they were going to whip her. When she looked up the steps, she could see the hoist with its dangling chain and hook where they were going to pull her up by her wrists. It reminded her of a gallows. She resisted the strong urge to scream and fight, try to escape.
A yellow television van was parked on the opposite side of the platform and two cameramen and a reporter were out doing spot interviews with random people in the growing crowd. Their interviews were displaying on the video screens.
At least the first six tiers of seating were already occupied with people there early to get good seats for the show, and more were steadily drifting in carrying drinks and coolers. Others were spreading blankets on the hillside beyond the seating or setting up lawn chairs. There were two mobile concession stands set up just beyond the top tier of the amphitheater selling food, beer, soft drinks and frozen margaritas in tall plastic glasses.
One section of each concession stand also sold souvenirs; toy whips and real ones in several grades from cheap to expensive, crucifixion nails, plastic replicas and real hand-forged iron ones at the execution site. The iron ones weighed close to a pound apiece and made great paperweights, but at a hundred and fifty dollars each, had a limited market.
During the trip they’d heard from the officers at the execution site, a quarter mile away from where they were now, that people had been there before dawn to claim the best spots to watch the crucifixion. Those, too, would be watching Ellie’s whipping on the television screens there.
Ellie was mute, eyes wide in terror. Two of the guards got out and mounted the platform, watching for anything out of the ordinary. It could have been a crowd for a concert, waiting for the star of the show. A stage manager tested the sound system, welcomed the early arrivals, assured them they were in for a great show. A few minutes later, a black van with the name “Supplicium Services, Inc.” on its side drove in and parked behind the prison van. They continued to wait as Ellie’s anxiety grew moment by moment.
“Sir?” Ellie said to the warden, “I-I really uh, need to pee!”
“Hmph!” The warden responded, “Just nerves. It’s almost time to begin, now. Just hold it a few more minutes, do it up there on the platform. Everybody does it when the whipping starts; it’s expected.”
“Oh fuck… I mean, well, I-I’ll try, but I don’t know if I can!”
As the time approached ten o’clock, the crowd grew quieter, watching and waiting expectantly. The amphitheater was full and there were many others on the grassy hillside above it. There was cheering and applause as three men got out of the black van. They all smiled and waved, acknowledging the applause.
One of them was a muscular, black, shirtless man wearing a black executioner’s mask and black military-style fatigue pants while the other two, also black, wore full black fatigues. All three wore fingerless black leather workout gloves and black leather bracers on their forearms. All of them worked for Supplicium Services, the punishment contractor charged with carrying out Ellie’s whipping.
They strode to the steps, the two men in fatigues waiting next to the prison van while the shirtless man climbed onto the platform carrying a coiled leather single-tail whip. The crowd greeted him with a round of applause. He was the whipmaster, Federal Government licensed to perform whippings; the name he went by was Joe.
The other two were wranglers, trained, Federal Government-licensed and highly skilled in martial arts and handling struggling, resistant prisoners. The names they answered to were Mike and James. Some days they worked performing crucifixions or hangings; today they were assisting with a whipping.
Ellie, watching from inside the prison van, was shivering with terror, sobbing and moaning. No one offered her any words of comfort. She was there to be punished.
At precisely ten o’clock, the warden opened the front passenger-side door and got out, standing at the base of the steps. A cameraman knelt on the grass near the rear of the van, waiting to catch the first view of Ellie being taken out and up onto the platform. Another cameraman waited on the platform. The two of them would be close throughout this day’s events. Their video feeds were already up on the two large screens.
In addition to the mobile cameras, there was a thin metal pole at each corner of the platform with tiny Bluetooth cameras mounted near floor level, eye level, and ten feet above. There were four tiny cameras arrayed above the hoist arm above where Ellie would hang, for views looking down and four embedded in the floor that would see up from beneath her. Finally, there were four drones hovering overhead. Neither the Federal Government nor the television people wanted anything missed that could be marketed later.
Not all of the video they gathered would go out on the news. Most of it would be available only through premium TV channels or Internet sites. Technically, it would almost all have been “X” rated, not permissible for public TV. However, it had been ruled in court that images of nudity during punishment prescribed by law, since they did not involve sex acts, were not legally pornographic. No one really believed that, but for the present it was accepted.
The warden handed a clipboard with a custody form on it to Mike, the wrangler. He signed and recorded the time and date on it, tore off the pink back copy and handed it to the warden. Since her conviction, Ellie was technically chattel and was now assigned to Supplicium Services, Inc. They would have charge of her until they signed her over to the executioner for her crucifixion.
The crowd went quiet, expectant. James, the other wrangler, opened the back passenger-side door where Ellie was riding.
Before, seen only through the van’s window, there was some abstraction and feeling of unreality in what Ellie was seeing. Now that was gone. The nightmare was suddenly real and immediate, and she was part of it. She gasped and tried to shrink away from him, peed her panties a little.
“Ohhh!” Ellie sobbed, “Please don’t hurt me oh pleeease!”
“I’m not gonna hurt you, babe,” James lied reassuringly, patting Ellie’s knee to calm her. “Just gonna help you get down, then gonna help you up onto the platform, get you where you need to be.”
He reached in and unstrapped her from her seat, easily lifting her down, setting her bare feet on the ground, keeping her supported in case she collapsed. There was applause and cheering as the crowd caught their first sight of Ellie on the monitors.
The warden watched as they got Ellie between them and were ready to march her up onto the platform. He turned and led the way. The cheers and applause were loud and went on for almost a minute. The stage manager handed the warden a wireless microphone while the wranglers guided Ellie to her place underneath the hoist arm from which a chain and hook dangled. She stared at it apprehensively. They turned her so she was facing the crowd, steadied her and stood at attention holding her arms in case she should collapse.
“Please don’t hurt me!” Ellie begged again, looking at the big men on either side of her. Mike and James ignored her, waiting on the warden. Joe, with his whip, stood off to the side, patiently waiting. The two cameramen alternately stood or knelt to get interesting angles.
“Ellie Ruck, who stands before you, has been tried and convicted of the crime of treason,” the warden’s voice boomed from the speakers as the crowd listened in silence. “The mandatory sentence for this is death by crucifixion.” There was clapping.
“Accordingly, she is condemned to be stripped naked, suspended in the inverted “Y” position and whipped.” There was even more enthusiastic applause and some hoots and whistles. “She will receive fifty lashes, after which she will carry her crossbeam,” he indicated where it lay on the platform, “from here to the place of execution, there to be nailed to a cross where she shall hang for a time to exceed five days before being allowed to die.
“She is further sentenced to endure a Class 3, Gender Specific sedile. She will remain nude for her entire sentence. After being pronounced dead, her body shall remain on the cross for twelve hours before removal, cremation and disposal of her ashes.”
There was cheering and clapping. Ellie’s knees buckled and James had to catch her. The warden and two guards left the platform. The prison van and the two other vans pulled away so no one’s view of the platform and Ellie’s punishment was obstructed.
Ellie looked in wonder at all of the people there to see her humiliated, tortured. This couldn’t possibly be happening.
“Folks, we’re getting our first chance to catch up with Ellie Ruck!” The reporter, Ken McDonald, gushed enthusiastically to the camera. “You just heard Ellie’s sentence read by the warden. My! It’s going to be a hard week for her! At this moment she’s about to be stripped naked and whipped!”
Ken McDonald turned to Ellie. “So Ellie, these men are about to take your clothes off, hang you up here by this, uh, this chain over your head, and whip you! How do you feel about that?”
Ellie was caught like a deer in headlights, staring at the camera, frowning as she searched for something to say.
“I – I don’t know! I, well, I’m scared! And why can’t they just leave me something, some clothing…”
“As I understand it, you’ll be naked because the judge held you in contempt! So don’t you think it was your own fault you’re going to be punished naked?”
“Uh, I guess so…”
“Do you think your sentence is fair? I mean, you are a traitor, you did commit treason, didn’t you?”
“I, no! I-I don’t deserve this!”
“Now Ellie, you realize this is not about what you deserve! It’s about your example for others, so they’ll know how harshly the Federal Government deals with treason!”
“But, but why do I have to die? Oh please, I don’t want to die!” Ellie sobbed.
“Ellie Ruck, folks! Well, it’s time for her whipping to begin and they tell me we’re on a pretty tight schedule this morning so let’s sit back and watch!”
Mike unlocked Ellie’s waist chain and removed it. James quickly lifted her arms over her head before she could use her freed hands to struggle and slipped the chain between her cuffs through the hook hanging above. While he supported her, Mike moved to the hoist’s winch and cranked it a few times to take up the slack and pull Ellie up by her wrists until she was on tiptoe.
A small microphone hung from the hoist arm, high enough to be out of the way of the action but sensitive enough to pick up the sounds of Ellie’s panicked breathing as well as her babbling, pleading and screams of pain.
James moved closer to Ellie, almost in her face, grabbed the fabric of her dress at the left shoulder from the front and back with both powerful hands and ripped it apart from the collar down the sleeve. It fell away, baring her left breast. The crowd cheered, whistled, and applauded their approval. He did the same with her right shoulder and the dress fell away completely, sliding down her body to fall to the floor around her feet, revealing her breasts to the crowd and leaving her wearing only panties. The cameras panned up and down her body from different angles and zoomed in on her breasts and ass.
“Oh God!” Ellie said. Even after days of nudity in prison, she still found it humiliating to be stripped by strangers like this. She shifted back and forth on her tiptoes, tried to cross one knee over the other, looking embarrassed. Actually, she still had to pee. A titter of laughter swept across the crowd, hoots and whistles at her bare breasts.
The applause started when James went for Ellie’s panties. She twisted her hips and tried to pull away, raised a knee to ward him off, as if she might forestall what was coming. But he caught the fabric at her right hip, easily twisted and snapped it, then did the same with her left hip. He made a show of pulling the rag through her crotch, leaving her completely exposed.
I’m naked! She thought. In front of all these people! My God! Not just uncovered, but my pussy… It’s BALD too! There’s nothing to hide me down there. They can see… everything!
Her cheeks grew hot with shame.
The crowd cheered, clapped, stomped, urging Joe on. Mike and James continued to get her ready. They turned her around so her back was toward the front of the platform. Only then did she realize the image of her naked body filled the two screens. One of the wranglers picked up the rags of her dress and panties and threw them off to the side.
Ellie would never be allowed clothing again.
(Continued)
This is a medium length chapter, so there will be a second one following this today.
Chapter 15: The Whipping
It was about nine o’clock when the prison van arrived at the Jones Park amphitheater and turned onto the driveway that cut through the tiered seating circle and into the central area where concerts and plays were performed on summer nights. Today the grassy area, speckled with late spring wildflowers - pink buttercups and yellow brown-eyed susans - had a newly-assembled sixteen-foot-square aluminum modular platform in its center, flanked on either side by huge video screens mounted on blue-painted steel truss columns, like the ones typically used for rock concerts.As Ellie watched out her window, the van made a tight circle between the platform and seating and pulled up with her door next to the base of the eight steps she would have to climb to reach the raised floor of the platform where they were going to whip her. When she looked up the steps, she could see the hoist with its dangling chain and hook where they were going to pull her up by her wrists. It reminded her of a gallows. She resisted the strong urge to scream and fight, try to escape.
A yellow television van was parked on the opposite side of the platform and two cameramen and a reporter were out doing spot interviews with random people in the growing crowd. Their interviews were displaying on the video screens.
At least the first six tiers of seating were already occupied with people there early to get good seats for the show, and more were steadily drifting in carrying drinks and coolers. Others were spreading blankets on the hillside beyond the seating or setting up lawn chairs. There were two mobile concession stands set up just beyond the top tier of the amphitheater selling food, beer, soft drinks and frozen margaritas in tall plastic glasses.
One section of each concession stand also sold souvenirs; toy whips and real ones in several grades from cheap to expensive, crucifixion nails, plastic replicas and real hand-forged iron ones at the execution site. The iron ones weighed close to a pound apiece and made great paperweights, but at a hundred and fifty dollars each, had a limited market.
During the trip they’d heard from the officers at the execution site, a quarter mile away from where they were now, that people had been there before dawn to claim the best spots to watch the crucifixion. Those, too, would be watching Ellie’s whipping on the television screens there.
Ellie was mute, eyes wide in terror. Two of the guards got out and mounted the platform, watching for anything out of the ordinary. It could have been a crowd for a concert, waiting for the star of the show. A stage manager tested the sound system, welcomed the early arrivals, assured them they were in for a great show. A few minutes later, a black van with the name “Supplicium Services, Inc.” on its side drove in and parked behind the prison van. They continued to wait as Ellie’s anxiety grew moment by moment.
“Sir?” Ellie said to the warden, “I-I really uh, need to pee!”
“Hmph!” The warden responded, “Just nerves. It’s almost time to begin, now. Just hold it a few more minutes, do it up there on the platform. Everybody does it when the whipping starts; it’s expected.”
“Oh fuck… I mean, well, I-I’ll try, but I don’t know if I can!”
As the time approached ten o’clock, the crowd grew quieter, watching and waiting expectantly. The amphitheater was full and there were many others on the grassy hillside above it. There was cheering and applause as three men got out of the black van. They all smiled and waved, acknowledging the applause.
One of them was a muscular, black, shirtless man wearing a black executioner’s mask and black military-style fatigue pants while the other two, also black, wore full black fatigues. All three wore fingerless black leather workout gloves and black leather bracers on their forearms. All of them worked for Supplicium Services, the punishment contractor charged with carrying out Ellie’s whipping.
They strode to the steps, the two men in fatigues waiting next to the prison van while the shirtless man climbed onto the platform carrying a coiled leather single-tail whip. The crowd greeted him with a round of applause. He was the whipmaster, Federal Government licensed to perform whippings; the name he went by was Joe.
The other two were wranglers, trained, Federal Government-licensed and highly skilled in martial arts and handling struggling, resistant prisoners. The names they answered to were Mike and James. Some days they worked performing crucifixions or hangings; today they were assisting with a whipping.
Ellie, watching from inside the prison van, was shivering with terror, sobbing and moaning. No one offered her any words of comfort. She was there to be punished.
At precisely ten o’clock, the warden opened the front passenger-side door and got out, standing at the base of the steps. A cameraman knelt on the grass near the rear of the van, waiting to catch the first view of Ellie being taken out and up onto the platform. Another cameraman waited on the platform. The two of them would be close throughout this day’s events. Their video feeds were already up on the two large screens.
In addition to the mobile cameras, there was a thin metal pole at each corner of the platform with tiny Bluetooth cameras mounted near floor level, eye level, and ten feet above. There were four tiny cameras arrayed above the hoist arm above where Ellie would hang, for views looking down and four embedded in the floor that would see up from beneath her. Finally, there were four drones hovering overhead. Neither the Federal Government nor the television people wanted anything missed that could be marketed later.
Not all of the video they gathered would go out on the news. Most of it would be available only through premium TV channels or Internet sites. Technically, it would almost all have been “X” rated, not permissible for public TV. However, it had been ruled in court that images of nudity during punishment prescribed by law, since they did not involve sex acts, were not legally pornographic. No one really believed that, but for the present it was accepted.
The warden handed a clipboard with a custody form on it to Mike, the wrangler. He signed and recorded the time and date on it, tore off the pink back copy and handed it to the warden. Since her conviction, Ellie was technically chattel and was now assigned to Supplicium Services, Inc. They would have charge of her until they signed her over to the executioner for her crucifixion.
The crowd went quiet, expectant. James, the other wrangler, opened the back passenger-side door where Ellie was riding.
Before, seen only through the van’s window, there was some abstraction and feeling of unreality in what Ellie was seeing. Now that was gone. The nightmare was suddenly real and immediate, and she was part of it. She gasped and tried to shrink away from him, peed her panties a little.
“Ohhh!” Ellie sobbed, “Please don’t hurt me oh pleeease!”
“I’m not gonna hurt you, babe,” James lied reassuringly, patting Ellie’s knee to calm her. “Just gonna help you get down, then gonna help you up onto the platform, get you where you need to be.”
He reached in and unstrapped her from her seat, easily lifting her down, setting her bare feet on the ground, keeping her supported in case she collapsed. There was applause and cheering as the crowd caught their first sight of Ellie on the monitors.
The warden watched as they got Ellie between them and were ready to march her up onto the platform. He turned and led the way. The cheers and applause were loud and went on for almost a minute. The stage manager handed the warden a wireless microphone while the wranglers guided Ellie to her place underneath the hoist arm from which a chain and hook dangled. She stared at it apprehensively. They turned her so she was facing the crowd, steadied her and stood at attention holding her arms in case she should collapse.
“Please don’t hurt me!” Ellie begged again, looking at the big men on either side of her. Mike and James ignored her, waiting on the warden. Joe, with his whip, stood off to the side, patiently waiting. The two cameramen alternately stood or knelt to get interesting angles.
“Ellie Ruck, who stands before you, has been tried and convicted of the crime of treason,” the warden’s voice boomed from the speakers as the crowd listened in silence. “The mandatory sentence for this is death by crucifixion.” There was clapping.
“Accordingly, she is condemned to be stripped naked, suspended in the inverted “Y” position and whipped.” There was even more enthusiastic applause and some hoots and whistles. “She will receive fifty lashes, after which she will carry her crossbeam,” he indicated where it lay on the platform, “from here to the place of execution, there to be nailed to a cross where she shall hang for a time to exceed five days before being allowed to die.
“She is further sentenced to endure a Class 3, Gender Specific sedile. She will remain nude for her entire sentence. After being pronounced dead, her body shall remain on the cross for twelve hours before removal, cremation and disposal of her ashes.”
There was cheering and clapping. Ellie’s knees buckled and James had to catch her. The warden and two guards left the platform. The prison van and the two other vans pulled away so no one’s view of the platform and Ellie’s punishment was obstructed.
Ellie looked in wonder at all of the people there to see her humiliated, tortured. This couldn’t possibly be happening.
“Folks, we’re getting our first chance to catch up with Ellie Ruck!” The reporter, Ken McDonald, gushed enthusiastically to the camera. “You just heard Ellie’s sentence read by the warden. My! It’s going to be a hard week for her! At this moment she’s about to be stripped naked and whipped!”
Ken McDonald turned to Ellie. “So Ellie, these men are about to take your clothes off, hang you up here by this, uh, this chain over your head, and whip you! How do you feel about that?”
Ellie was caught like a deer in headlights, staring at the camera, frowning as she searched for something to say.
“I – I don’t know! I, well, I’m scared! And why can’t they just leave me something, some clothing…”
“As I understand it, you’ll be naked because the judge held you in contempt! So don’t you think it was your own fault you’re going to be punished naked?”
“Uh, I guess so…”
“Do you think your sentence is fair? I mean, you are a traitor, you did commit treason, didn’t you?”
“I, no! I-I don’t deserve this!”
“Now Ellie, you realize this is not about what you deserve! It’s about your example for others, so they’ll know how harshly the Federal Government deals with treason!”
“But, but why do I have to die? Oh please, I don’t want to die!” Ellie sobbed.
“Ellie Ruck, folks! Well, it’s time for her whipping to begin and they tell me we’re on a pretty tight schedule this morning so let’s sit back and watch!”
Mike unlocked Ellie’s waist chain and removed it. James quickly lifted her arms over her head before she could use her freed hands to struggle and slipped the chain between her cuffs through the hook hanging above. While he supported her, Mike moved to the hoist’s winch and cranked it a few times to take up the slack and pull Ellie up by her wrists until she was on tiptoe.
A small microphone hung from the hoist arm, high enough to be out of the way of the action but sensitive enough to pick up the sounds of Ellie’s panicked breathing as well as her babbling, pleading and screams of pain.
James moved closer to Ellie, almost in her face, grabbed the fabric of her dress at the left shoulder from the front and back with both powerful hands and ripped it apart from the collar down the sleeve. It fell away, baring her left breast. The crowd cheered, whistled, and applauded their approval. He did the same with her right shoulder and the dress fell away completely, sliding down her body to fall to the floor around her feet, revealing her breasts to the crowd and leaving her wearing only panties. The cameras panned up and down her body from different angles and zoomed in on her breasts and ass.
“Oh God!” Ellie said. Even after days of nudity in prison, she still found it humiliating to be stripped by strangers like this. She shifted back and forth on her tiptoes, tried to cross one knee over the other, looking embarrassed. Actually, she still had to pee. A titter of laughter swept across the crowd, hoots and whistles at her bare breasts.
The applause started when James went for Ellie’s panties. She twisted her hips and tried to pull away, raised a knee to ward him off, as if she might forestall what was coming. But he caught the fabric at her right hip, easily twisted and snapped it, then did the same with her left hip. He made a show of pulling the rag through her crotch, leaving her completely exposed.
I’m naked! She thought. In front of all these people! My God! Not just uncovered, but my pussy… It’s BALD too! There’s nothing to hide me down there. They can see… everything!
Her cheeks grew hot with shame.
The crowd cheered, clapped, stomped, urging Joe on. Mike and James continued to get her ready. They turned her around so her back was toward the front of the platform. Only then did she realize the image of her naked body filled the two screens. One of the wranglers picked up the rags of her dress and panties and threw them off to the side.
Ellie would never be allowed clothing again.
(Continued)
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Chapter 15: The Whipping (Continued)
She knew what it meant when she saw them kneel beside her. There was an iron ring on the platform floor on either side of her to which they were about to chain her ankles.
She pressed her thighs together, begging them, “Oh no, please, please don’t do this!”
Mike and James removed the chain between her ankle cuffs, spread her legs wide and chained her cuffs to the floor rings. When they pulled her legs out to the sides, Ellie's arms became taut as all her weight hung from her shackled wrists. She whimpered and tried to resist, but the men were much too strong for her.
They stood and used the winch to lift Ellie higher. She kept trying to pull her knees together to protect herself, her body twisting on the end of the chain overhead. James continued to lift her until he had taken all the slack out of the ankle chains and Ellie could only squirm as she hung. The stage manager adjusted the microphone above the naked girl to bring it closer but still out of the way.
“Please, please don’t hurt meee!” Ellie sobbed, and the crowd heard it all through the sound system. There was laughter and cheering, shouts for Joe the whipmaster to give it to her, hurt her. Mike took the microphone while James pushed her head to one side and pulled her ponytail through between her head and arm, arranging it to hang between her breasts. He took the opportunity to squeeze one breast and pinch its nipple.
“Mmm-mmm!” He said under his breath, ”Shame!” He slapped it to make her breasts jiggle, which drew hoots and whistles from the crowd.
Oh God, she thought, that… moving my ponytail… I feel like, like my back is so exposed, so vulnerable now!
“Thank you all for coming!” Mike said, “I’ll be counting the strokes and calling them out for you. We have a lot to do and a tight schedule this morning, so let’s begin!”
Joe moved into position behind and a little to Ellie’s left. She tried to twist her head around to see him but was blocked by her arms stretched out overhead. The crowd could hear her panting in terror, see her front and back on the monitors, her rib cage heaving with each breath. He uncoiled his whip and shook it out, turned the handle in his hand, adjusting his grip.
He drew it back, whirled it overhead and brought it snaking forward, hard. There was a whistle and a crack like a rifle shot, amplified by the sound system, woven leather on bare skin as he laid it across her mid-back.
“UHN! Ow! Ow! Oh God!” Ellie cried at the searing pain, her body writhing helplessly. There was a sound of liquid splattering on the platform beneath her as she finally lost her bladder, the puddle darkening the wood. The crowd laughed and applauded.
“One!” The announcer said. There was an angry red trail diagonally downward from right to left across the width of her back where the whip had struck.
Ellie hung her head in shame, trying to compose herself and prepare to take the next stroke she knew was coming. Oh my God Oh my God it hurts so much worse than I imagined! She thought.
The second one struck higher, closer to her shoulders. Ellie groaned loudly through gritted teeth. By the time he landed four more overlapping strokes, her groans had turned to wild screams. She sobbed desperately with each breath between strokes. He moved lower and reached out to let the whip’s tail wrap around her side and strike the side of her right breast, making her shriek in agony. It was the first one to leave a bleeding cut. By the time he reached the twenty-fifth stroke, halfway, there were many oozing cuts covering her back.
“Ms. Ruck,” Ken McDonald said, “you’re halfway through your whipping!” He was standing in front of her, one of the cameramen behind him getting a full-frontal view of her naked body. He zoomed to her face, the expression of agony and fear.
“How are you feeling now?” McDonald held his mike out toward her.
“How – how am I f-feeling now? How the fuck do you think I’m feeling, asshole?! This hurts like h-hell!” She shouted.
“Well folks, the always feisty little Ellie Ruck, still defiant in the midst of her well-deserved punishment!” McDonald said with a toothy smile.
Joe turned his attention lower. Her body jerked, she screamed and sobbed as a stroke landed across her ass cheeks, leaving another angry red welt across her smooth skin.
“Oh, that one hurt, didn’t it, Ms. Ruck?” The reporter asked her.
“Oh God, oooohh!”
“Tell me, Ms. Ruck, at this moment, are you sorry for what you did?” McDonald held the mike out to her again.
“S-sorry? AHHHHH!!” She screamed as another stroke seared her ass, her body trembling.
“Sorry?” She asked again as she tried to think coherently. “I’ve been sorry… ever since that… that judge sentenced me…“ She gasped and moaned in agony. “Sorry and-and fucking terrified…”
“Well, folks, looks like the justice system is working! Ms. Ruck, if they stopped your punishment right now, if you didn’t have to be crucified, would you commit that crime again?”
“UNH! OWWW! OHH!” She screamed as the next stroke came. “OHH! Oh my God!” She gasped, “You mean… stop my crucifixion?” She asked in disbelief.
“Oh! No, Ms. Ruck!” McDonald laughed. “That was just hypothetical! No, you’re still going to be nailed to a cross in,” he consulted his watch, “about an hour and a half!”
“OWWW! OHHH! Then fuck you!” Ellie said angrily.
Joe angled lower and struck the backs of her thighs, but as he got into the forties the crowd was impatient and chanting with each stroke for him to give it to those soft pussy lips that were so vulnerable and so enticingly displayed and had absolutely no protection. He could hear groups of them laughing and shouting together, “Give it to her cunt, cunt, cunt!” She was sentenced to death, anyway!
He couldn’t afford too much of that, knowing she still had to carry her crossbeam to the place of execution, and then there was that fancy sedile with all of its sexual torture.
He placed a stroke across the inside of her left thigh, one that reached around and up her abdomen alongside the turned-up part of her cleft. He got the reaction he was after, the desperate screams of suffering the crowd expected. But he could tell it wasn’t going to be enough. Cameras everywhere caught everything; they’d know if he tried to fake it. The next two strokes caught the soft, sensitive insides of her thighs, damned painful.
“Forty-nine!” The announcer said. Oh well.
Joe walked over to Ellie, went around in front of her and squatted to get a good look up between her legs. The smell of her urine on the platform was strong. Her eyes followed him but she had no idea what he was doing. The crowd, however, saw everything on the big monitors.
There was cheering as he reached up with his left hand, gently pinched the edges of her inner lips and pulled, stretching each one down to straighten and spread them. Her body shuddered at his touch and she gasped. A few more drips of urine splattered on the platform.
“Wh-what are you doing to me? Please don’t hurt me anymore, please don’t!” Ellie begged in panic. There was laughter from the crowd, who heard everything she said.
Joe looked at the little gold ring she had hanging in her clit, or more likely her hood, he thought, so he had a target. He wouldn’t hit her clit directly at least. He stood and walked back to his place behind her, shifting his position a little so his right arm would be lined up with the center of her body.
Ellie's butt cheeks clenched in anticipation of what was coming, the searing pain on her most tender and sensitive parts. Her whole body trembled and she sobbed, no longer begging.
Joe twirled the whip around to get velocity and brought it upward between her butt cheeks, across her anus and vagina, aligning with her cleft, judging his distance perfectly. The poppers on the end of the whip overshot the gold ring, just as he’d intended, and smacked her soft flesh hard, squarely on the front of her hood and outer lips beyond her clitoris.
The cameramen had anticipated his target, so one monitor showed a perfect view of the instant when the whip struck, her soft lips spreading and quivering, her hood flattening and rebounding, while the other showed the reaction on Ellie’s face.
And her reaction was dramatic. She screamed loudly and frantically, her body trembling in agony, her knees twisted inward, straining for a moment in a vain effort to close her legs together and then surrendering to pain as she hung limply and cried.
The crowd applauded and cheered. The television screens showed a slow-motion instant replay of the last whip stroke and its effect on Ellie’s vulva. It was a satisfying start to the day’s show.
“Let’s get her down,” Joe said to the others. “Be sure and get those ankle cuffs, we have to return those to the prison people.”
She knew what it meant when she saw them kneel beside her. There was an iron ring on the platform floor on either side of her to which they were about to chain her ankles.
She pressed her thighs together, begging them, “Oh no, please, please don’t do this!”
Mike and James removed the chain between her ankle cuffs, spread her legs wide and chained her cuffs to the floor rings. When they pulled her legs out to the sides, Ellie's arms became taut as all her weight hung from her shackled wrists. She whimpered and tried to resist, but the men were much too strong for her.
They stood and used the winch to lift Ellie higher. She kept trying to pull her knees together to protect herself, her body twisting on the end of the chain overhead. James continued to lift her until he had taken all the slack out of the ankle chains and Ellie could only squirm as she hung. The stage manager adjusted the microphone above the naked girl to bring it closer but still out of the way.
“Please, please don’t hurt meee!” Ellie sobbed, and the crowd heard it all through the sound system. There was laughter and cheering, shouts for Joe the whipmaster to give it to her, hurt her. Mike took the microphone while James pushed her head to one side and pulled her ponytail through between her head and arm, arranging it to hang between her breasts. He took the opportunity to squeeze one breast and pinch its nipple.
“Mmm-mmm!” He said under his breath, ”Shame!” He slapped it to make her breasts jiggle, which drew hoots and whistles from the crowd.
Oh God, she thought, that… moving my ponytail… I feel like, like my back is so exposed, so vulnerable now!
“Thank you all for coming!” Mike said, “I’ll be counting the strokes and calling them out for you. We have a lot to do and a tight schedule this morning, so let’s begin!”
Joe moved into position behind and a little to Ellie’s left. She tried to twist her head around to see him but was blocked by her arms stretched out overhead. The crowd could hear her panting in terror, see her front and back on the monitors, her rib cage heaving with each breath. He uncoiled his whip and shook it out, turned the handle in his hand, adjusting his grip.
He drew it back, whirled it overhead and brought it snaking forward, hard. There was a whistle and a crack like a rifle shot, amplified by the sound system, woven leather on bare skin as he laid it across her mid-back.
“UHN! Ow! Ow! Oh God!” Ellie cried at the searing pain, her body writhing helplessly. There was a sound of liquid splattering on the platform beneath her as she finally lost her bladder, the puddle darkening the wood. The crowd laughed and applauded.
“One!” The announcer said. There was an angry red trail diagonally downward from right to left across the width of her back where the whip had struck.
Ellie hung her head in shame, trying to compose herself and prepare to take the next stroke she knew was coming. Oh my God Oh my God it hurts so much worse than I imagined! She thought.
The second one struck higher, closer to her shoulders. Ellie groaned loudly through gritted teeth. By the time he landed four more overlapping strokes, her groans had turned to wild screams. She sobbed desperately with each breath between strokes. He moved lower and reached out to let the whip’s tail wrap around her side and strike the side of her right breast, making her shriek in agony. It was the first one to leave a bleeding cut. By the time he reached the twenty-fifth stroke, halfway, there were many oozing cuts covering her back.
“Ms. Ruck,” Ken McDonald said, “you’re halfway through your whipping!” He was standing in front of her, one of the cameramen behind him getting a full-frontal view of her naked body. He zoomed to her face, the expression of agony and fear.
“How are you feeling now?” McDonald held his mike out toward her.
“How – how am I f-feeling now? How the fuck do you think I’m feeling, asshole?! This hurts like h-hell!” She shouted.
“Well folks, the always feisty little Ellie Ruck, still defiant in the midst of her well-deserved punishment!” McDonald said with a toothy smile.
Joe turned his attention lower. Her body jerked, she screamed and sobbed as a stroke landed across her ass cheeks, leaving another angry red welt across her smooth skin.
“Oh, that one hurt, didn’t it, Ms. Ruck?” The reporter asked her.
“Oh God, oooohh!”
“Tell me, Ms. Ruck, at this moment, are you sorry for what you did?” McDonald held the mike out to her again.
“S-sorry? AHHHHH!!” She screamed as another stroke seared her ass, her body trembling.
“Sorry?” She asked again as she tried to think coherently. “I’ve been sorry… ever since that… that judge sentenced me…“ She gasped and moaned in agony. “Sorry and-and fucking terrified…”
“Well, folks, looks like the justice system is working! Ms. Ruck, if they stopped your punishment right now, if you didn’t have to be crucified, would you commit that crime again?”
“UNH! OWWW! OHH!” She screamed as the next stroke came. “OHH! Oh my God!” She gasped, “You mean… stop my crucifixion?” She asked in disbelief.
“Oh! No, Ms. Ruck!” McDonald laughed. “That was just hypothetical! No, you’re still going to be nailed to a cross in,” he consulted his watch, “about an hour and a half!”
“OWWW! OHHH! Then fuck you!” Ellie said angrily.
Joe angled lower and struck the backs of her thighs, but as he got into the forties the crowd was impatient and chanting with each stroke for him to give it to those soft pussy lips that were so vulnerable and so enticingly displayed and had absolutely no protection. He could hear groups of them laughing and shouting together, “Give it to her cunt, cunt, cunt!” She was sentenced to death, anyway!
He couldn’t afford too much of that, knowing she still had to carry her crossbeam to the place of execution, and then there was that fancy sedile with all of its sexual torture.
He placed a stroke across the inside of her left thigh, one that reached around and up her abdomen alongside the turned-up part of her cleft. He got the reaction he was after, the desperate screams of suffering the crowd expected. But he could tell it wasn’t going to be enough. Cameras everywhere caught everything; they’d know if he tried to fake it. The next two strokes caught the soft, sensitive insides of her thighs, damned painful.
“Forty-nine!” The announcer said. Oh well.
Joe walked over to Ellie, went around in front of her and squatted to get a good look up between her legs. The smell of her urine on the platform was strong. Her eyes followed him but she had no idea what he was doing. The crowd, however, saw everything on the big monitors.
There was cheering as he reached up with his left hand, gently pinched the edges of her inner lips and pulled, stretching each one down to straighten and spread them. Her body shuddered at his touch and she gasped. A few more drips of urine splattered on the platform.
“Wh-what are you doing to me? Please don’t hurt me anymore, please don’t!” Ellie begged in panic. There was laughter from the crowd, who heard everything she said.
Joe looked at the little gold ring she had hanging in her clit, or more likely her hood, he thought, so he had a target. He wouldn’t hit her clit directly at least. He stood and walked back to his place behind her, shifting his position a little so his right arm would be lined up with the center of her body.
Ellie's butt cheeks clenched in anticipation of what was coming, the searing pain on her most tender and sensitive parts. Her whole body trembled and she sobbed, no longer begging.
Joe twirled the whip around to get velocity and brought it upward between her butt cheeks, across her anus and vagina, aligning with her cleft, judging his distance perfectly. The poppers on the end of the whip overshot the gold ring, just as he’d intended, and smacked her soft flesh hard, squarely on the front of her hood and outer lips beyond her clitoris.
The cameramen had anticipated his target, so one monitor showed a perfect view of the instant when the whip struck, her soft lips spreading and quivering, her hood flattening and rebounding, while the other showed the reaction on Ellie’s face.
And her reaction was dramatic. She screamed loudly and frantically, her body trembling in agony, her knees twisted inward, straining for a moment in a vain effort to close her legs together and then surrendering to pain as she hung limply and cried.
The crowd applauded and cheered. The television screens showed a slow-motion instant replay of the last whip stroke and its effect on Ellie’s vulva. It was a satisfying start to the day’s show.
“Let’s get her down,” Joe said to the others. “Be sure and get those ankle cuffs, we have to return those to the prison people.”
SkinnyCrux
Magistrate
Breathtaking!!!
josé miguel tecles verdú
Governor
Wow, very good spanking scene! I imagine this scene, but in the world of the Roman Empire for example! Personally I like the stories from classical antiquity to the 18th century. Preferably the classic antique to my liking. And by the way we should do a survey on what historical era is preferred for bdsm.
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I said earlier that I would post two chapters today, even though these chapters are a bit longer. The one tomorrow, "The Nailing" is much longer and needs to be posted by itself so I needed to get these two out of the way.
Chapter 16 is titled "The Via Crucis." This takes Ellie from the end of her whipping to the place of execution where she waits for them to nail her to the cross. This crucifixion follows a time schedule since it is all being televised live.
Ellie's walk to her crucifixion follows a route down a scenic trail in the park that follows a big bend in the river. I've taken literary license with the river; it doesn't gurgle as it flows over rocks. It's wide and slow in the Beaumont area, crossing the coastal plain before it runs into the Gulf Of Mexico. There are a few parts of it where it flows over some rocks, but those are eighty to a hundred miles upstream. I used to know them well back in the days when I would canoe that river and others.
The scenic trail lengthens the distance between the whipping platform and the execution site. The straight-line distance is only a quarter mile, but it's three-quarters of a mile around the trail Ellie has to walk.
A lot of people, having seen this show, were beating a quick trip to the place of execution to get a good spot although everyone knew the best spots would certainly be taken.
Joe stood with his hands on his hips looking at Ellie. “Water?” He said to Mike and James, shrugging.
“Why not? I’ll get it.” Mike said and went down the steps to get the plastic water cans they’d brought for this purpose. He came back with one in each hand, three gallons each. He pulled the top off one and splashed some of it over Ellie.
“Unh!” She grunted at the cold and sputtered. “Oh my God Oh my God!”
“Time for you to get up. You got some walkin’ to do,” Joe said.
When she didn’t attempt to get up, he said, “Well, better get her on her feet. The show starts at noon, got an hour and fifteen minutes to get her there and we got to be early.”
Mike reached down and easily lifted Ellie up, made her stand on her own feet. She was still holding her pussy where that last stroke had hit, but he made her straighten up so he could get the slave collar around her neck, close and lock it.
“Here, drink this,” Joe said, handing her a tin cup of water. “Gonna need it, don’t want you burnin’ out on me.”
She drained the cup twice and asked for more. “You had enough. All you’re doing now is stallin’. Ain’t gonna happen.”
James brought the crosspiece and Mike held the chain between her wrists up so he could pass the six-inch square beam under it and set it on her right shoulder.
“You know what this is, don’t you?” Joe said, looking at Ellie.
“I – I – oh please don’t do this to meee!” She wailed.
“This is called a crosspiece,” Joe said. “It weighs about thirty-five pounds. You’re gonna carry this to the execution site. That’s where you’re gonna die, sometime, in a few days maybe. You just get started and die a little today. I know they already told you all that, so you know, right?”
“Yes, I – I just need some time, I hurt so much!” Ellie said.
“Don’t have time,” Joe said. “You got an appointment for noon, a date with the executioner. You’re gonna be there no matter what, so we gotta start walking. Now Mike is gonna be in front of you, holding your rope, leading you along. You have to keep up. If you don’t keep up, I’m gonna sting your ass with this whip. You know what that feels like. You want me to remind you?”
“NO! No! Oh no, please don’t, sir,” Ellie sobbed, shaking her head.
And I’m gonna keep stinging it until you convince me you’ve fully understood. Got it?”
“Yes, s-sir.” Ellie said.
“Let’s go” Joe said.
Mike moved to the top of the steps leading off the platform and shouted the traditional announcement, loudly, so everyone could hear it:
“DEAD WOMAN WALKING!”
The waiting crowd parted like the Red Sea for them as they came down, Mike in front, James beside the naked sobbing Ellie, guiding and steadying her on the steps, and Joe in back with his whip ready to urge her on.
One of the cameramen was out in front, camera over his shoulder pointed backwards with its viewfinder turned so he could walk and watch. The second cameraman brought up the rear. When he passed, people began falling in behind him.
Once they were on the grass and clear of the mass of people, Mike took the direction he knew would put them on the walking trail. He’d done this before.
Ellie blinked back the tears that filled her eyes, obscuring her vision. Thankfully the ground was smooth and grassy here, not rocky, so easier on her bare feet. Shortly after they left the amphitheater, they entered open woods. There were sounds of running water, the Neches River nearby. She couldn’t turn loose of the beam she was carrying to wipe her eyes, so she did her best to rub them on her sweaty forearm while she stumbled along. Her back and bottom were on fire! Her pussy throbbed.
She looked up and saw only more woods, lowland hardwood trees with late spring green leaves, forest floor covered with dead leaves that crunched under her feet. The river was to her left, gurgling where it ran over rocks. She looked ahead, straight into the lens of the TV camera that was sending her beaten, naked picture out to the world. She snarled and managed to flip it off with both of her hands that were resting on the beam.
“How are you doing now, Ms. Ruck?” Ken McDonald asked. He’d been walking behind her and decided it was time for an interview.
“Now how the fuck does it look like I’m doing?” She asked.
“Well, I’m sure things look bad right now, but…”
“But what, you stupid asshole? They’re going to fucking get better? The sun’ll come out tomorrow? Bet Little Orphan fucking Annie wouldn’t of been singing if she’d been in my place!” Ellie snapped.
“No, it’s just a saying!” He said.
“Just a fucking saying? Right. Well, let me just fucking tell you how I’m doing! it’s hell right now. My back has been whipped bloody and it stings, burns, aches, it fucking hurts. It’s probably a mess, but I guess I’ll never see it, will I?”
“No, I suppose you won’t, hadn’t thought about it.”
“And my pussy, well, that only throbs like a motherfucker with every step! And that’s damn sure going to get worse, now, isn’t it?!”
“There you have it folks! The colorful Ellie Ruck, on her way to the cross! Traditional capital punishment revived for modern day!” The reporter began dropping back to his place behind her.
Oh God, it can’t be too much farther, Ellie thought. They’ll nail my wrists to this beam I’m carrying! She looked at the beam in horror. She didn’t see the root in the pathway before she stumbled and began to fall. She almost caught herself, but the weight of the beam threw her off. Its end hit first, then she rolled sideways and landed on her left side.
“Ms. Ruck fell!” She heard Ken McDonald say. “It’s unclear yet whether she’s injured.”
“You get up right now!” Someone shouted.
Oh my God, Joe, with his whip! She thought. I have to move, now!
“I – I’m trying!” She said, rolling over and trying to find a way to get up. She was on her knees, ass in the air, unable to lift the beam from that position. And she knew what was coming.
Oh my God Oh my god… “OWWW!” The whip struck her ass cheek. “Please, I’m trying, I just…,” she sobbed, “just don’t know what to do! OWWW! OHHH!” The whip struck her again.
“Fuck!” Joe said. He bent down and grabbed the beam, lifting it and dragging her up in the process. “You watch where you’re going and don’t fuck up again or I won’t be so nice.”
“Let’s go!” Mike said, tugging on the rope attached to her collar.
Ellie stumbled forward, trying to watch where she placed her feet, taking one step after another. Minutes passed and the monotony lulled her into a trance where there was only the next step and then the one after. Sweat trickled down her body, stinging the raw welts. It felt like the beam was getting heavier.
It took her some time to realize how much brighter the sun had gotten, as if the clouds had parted. The real reason was they were out of the woods now, in an open field.
She looked up and said, “Oh no, oh no!”
Across the field, maybe a hundred yards away, was a low grassy hill, covered with people, all watching her and waiting. And on top of the hill in a small roped-off area was a tall post, the base of the cross upon which they were going to nail and crucify her. Behind that were two video walls, one to either side of the crucifixion site and even from this distance she could see herself displayed from two angles. She felt all the strength go out of her as she fell.
“No, no, please!” Ellie sobbed, “Not the cross, no, please, you can’t! No, no…”
“Ok, not worth it, just carry her the rest of the way,” Joe said.
“Yeah, I got her,” Mike said. Reaching down, he slid the crosspiece out from under her wrist chain, picked her up and threw her over his muscular shoulder with her legs toward the front. He patted her ass and said, “Not much farther now, babe,” consolingly. “You’ll be at your cross before you know it!”
James easily hefted the crosspiece. The cameramen hustled to get the best angles for the scene. The one in front with his camera looking back got great video of Ellie’s ass and pussy bent across Mike’s shoulder. They started walking across the field through the pathway the crowd had opened for them into the roped-off twenty-foot-wide lane leading up to the place of execution. The crowd cheered and clapped as they passed.
Ellie wailed and sobbed all the way. The second cameraman followed off to the side where he got good views of Ellie hanging over Mike’s broad back, her long red ponytail hanging upside-down, swinging side-to-side as he walked, and the wide-eyed horror in her face as they approached the place where she was going to die.
John the executioner was waiting for them in the roped-off execution area, hands on his hips and a big smile below his executioner’s mask. John and his crew worked for Crucifixion Masters, Inc., and like the Supplicium Services crew, they wore black fatigues, fingerless black leather workout gloves and leather bracers.
“John! Hey man, good to see you!” Joe said, “How’s that new baby? What’s that, number four? And your oldest in college? You know they’ve finally figured out what causes those!”
“Well, he’s sleeping all night now, which is damn sure a relief! Wife’s pussy is ready for action again, thank God. Cunt hair is coming in just enough to give me beard burn, though and that’s hazardous. Like hog bristles! Now I know why she complains so much when I don’t shave!”
“You mean you didn’t learn that with the first three?”
“Hell, I forgot! Memory’s about as long as my dick, I guess!”
Joe laughed. “Well, I got a couple of things for you here. There’s that piece of wood James picked up, and there’s this girl here who needs your attention.”
“Just throw that beam over in front of the post,” John said, “we’ll put it where we need it later, still setting up. You got here early! It’s thirty minutes until show time!”
John turned to look at Ellie, still draped over Mike’s shoulder.
“Well now, I recognize this one!” John gave Ellie’s ass an appraising look. “I’ve seen a lot more of this side of her than her face. Although her nice round ass is a lot redder than I remember!” He pretended to frown. “She’s still got that gold ring in her big ol’ clit!” He reached over and pinched her hood, rolling her clitoral shaft within it.
Ellie gasped and squirmed in response, emerald eyes going wide in shock. “Please don’t hurt me, sir! Oh please…”
“Gonna hurt you a lot, but it’s not your time yet, little lady!” He laughed and slapped her raw bottom with the other hand.
“Owww!” Ellie groaned miserably.
There were sounds of appreciation from the crowd, most of whom were watching Ellie on the huge video displays.
He turned back toward Joe, “You know she actually had a paperclip hanging on her clit when we first saw her at the prison, couldn’t get it off by herself.”
“Bullshit! A paperclip!”
“Yeah, no shit! Let’s get the handover done and I’ll tell you if you got time.”
“Nah, love to but we’re gonna go hit the pizza buffet. Whippin’ that girl’s ass is hungry work.”
“Ok, well, let’s see, can she stand up?”
“She could before she went down that last time over there by the woods,” Joe said.
“Well, stand her up and take the prison’s cuffs off her wrists and your slave collar. Hey Bill!” John shouted. Bill, one of the wranglers, came over. “Take her and cuff her to the post, will you?”
“Sure! Anything else left on the checklist? We’ve about got the lifting rig set up.”
“Just that sedile. It’s in the box in the back of my van. Wicked looking thing! Didn’t want that lying around for somebody to stumble over. The bolt to hold it is with it, too, and let’s see, the lube the horns have to be greased with twice a day according to the crucifixion work order.”
“Ok, I’ll get it as soon as I get her situated.”
Mike bent over and set Ellie on her feet, where she stood unsteadily. Bill took hold of her arms from behind while Mike got her wrist cuffs off, following the rule that out in the open, one of them always had hands on her in case she tried to break and run.
Mike glanced up and saw himself on one of the big monitors, turned and found the camera that was on him, grinned, said “Hi Mom!” and waved. He turned back and removed Ellie’s slave collar. He gave Bill a thumbs-up to take her, turned and walked away without saying anything to her. In his business it was best to never allow yourself to form a relationship of any kind with a subject.
James had the clipboard with the custody form. He handed it to John the executioner, who signed it, tore off the blue copy and handed it to Joe, and took ownership of Ellie. Now she was the property of Crucifixion Masters, Inc.
Bill guided Ellie a few steps backwards to a short wooden post, about four feet tall. It had a narrow crossbar like a short, abbreviated form of a “T” cross. He pulled her raw back up against it.
“OWW!” Ellie grimaced in pain and groaned as her welts rubbed against the wood.
Ignoring her reaction, Bill hooked her upper arms over the top of the crossbar behind her and shackled her wrists to the back of the post. Her pose was much like that of one of the two thieves in the famous Mantegna painting of Christ’s crucifixion. Her breasts were thrust forward and displayed nicely but her ponytail fell across one of them. Bill gathered it, put it over her shoulder and arranged it down her back so her smooth, full breasts with their perky deep pink nipples were presented to the view of the crowd.
Ellie was off to one side of and facing the “work area,” what the execution crew called the space in front of her cross where they would pin her down and nail her wrists to the crosspiece in a few minutes.
She sobbed in misery, shifting her feet to get her raw back and buttocks away from the post. She glanced up and saw the image of a terrified, naked woman on the big monitor to her left and realized it was her. The monitor displayed a countdown timer at the bottom of the screen that showed she had twenty-six minutes, thirty-eight seconds until her crucifixion was scheduled to begin.
“Oh my God! Oh no, no…” She moaned.
Chapter 16 is titled "The Via Crucis." This takes Ellie from the end of her whipping to the place of execution where she waits for them to nail her to the cross. This crucifixion follows a time schedule since it is all being televised live.
Ellie's walk to her crucifixion follows a route down a scenic trail in the park that follows a big bend in the river. I've taken literary license with the river; it doesn't gurgle as it flows over rocks. It's wide and slow in the Beaumont area, crossing the coastal plain before it runs into the Gulf Of Mexico. There are a few parts of it where it flows over some rocks, but those are eighty to a hundred miles upstream. I used to know them well back in the days when I would canoe that river and others.
The scenic trail lengthens the distance between the whipping platform and the execution site. The straight-line distance is only a quarter mile, but it's three-quarters of a mile around the trail Ellie has to walk.
Chapter 16: The Via Crucis
Ellie’s legs folded up as they lowered her down onto the platform. She dropped to her knees crying and knelt there rocking back and forth, clutching herself between the legs with both hands, trying to ease the burning pain.A lot of people, having seen this show, were beating a quick trip to the place of execution to get a good spot although everyone knew the best spots would certainly be taken.
Joe stood with his hands on his hips looking at Ellie. “Water?” He said to Mike and James, shrugging.
“Why not? I’ll get it.” Mike said and went down the steps to get the plastic water cans they’d brought for this purpose. He came back with one in each hand, three gallons each. He pulled the top off one and splashed some of it over Ellie.
“Unh!” She grunted at the cold and sputtered. “Oh my God Oh my God!”
“Time for you to get up. You got some walkin’ to do,” Joe said.
When she didn’t attempt to get up, he said, “Well, better get her on her feet. The show starts at noon, got an hour and fifteen minutes to get her there and we got to be early.”
Mike reached down and easily lifted Ellie up, made her stand on her own feet. She was still holding her pussy where that last stroke had hit, but he made her straighten up so he could get the slave collar around her neck, close and lock it.
“Here, drink this,” Joe said, handing her a tin cup of water. “Gonna need it, don’t want you burnin’ out on me.”
She drained the cup twice and asked for more. “You had enough. All you’re doing now is stallin’. Ain’t gonna happen.”
James brought the crosspiece and Mike held the chain between her wrists up so he could pass the six-inch square beam under it and set it on her right shoulder.
“You know what this is, don’t you?” Joe said, looking at Ellie.
“I – I – oh please don’t do this to meee!” She wailed.
“This is called a crosspiece,” Joe said. “It weighs about thirty-five pounds. You’re gonna carry this to the execution site. That’s where you’re gonna die, sometime, in a few days maybe. You just get started and die a little today. I know they already told you all that, so you know, right?”
“Yes, I – I just need some time, I hurt so much!” Ellie said.
“Don’t have time,” Joe said. “You got an appointment for noon, a date with the executioner. You’re gonna be there no matter what, so we gotta start walking. Now Mike is gonna be in front of you, holding your rope, leading you along. You have to keep up. If you don’t keep up, I’m gonna sting your ass with this whip. You know what that feels like. You want me to remind you?”
“NO! No! Oh no, please don’t, sir,” Ellie sobbed, shaking her head.
And I’m gonna keep stinging it until you convince me you’ve fully understood. Got it?”
“Yes, s-sir.” Ellie said.
“Let’s go” Joe said.
Mike moved to the top of the steps leading off the platform and shouted the traditional announcement, loudly, so everyone could hear it:
“DEAD WOMAN WALKING!”
The waiting crowd parted like the Red Sea for them as they came down, Mike in front, James beside the naked sobbing Ellie, guiding and steadying her on the steps, and Joe in back with his whip ready to urge her on.
One of the cameramen was out in front, camera over his shoulder pointed backwards with its viewfinder turned so he could walk and watch. The second cameraman brought up the rear. When he passed, people began falling in behind him.
Once they were on the grass and clear of the mass of people, Mike took the direction he knew would put them on the walking trail. He’d done this before.
Ellie blinked back the tears that filled her eyes, obscuring her vision. Thankfully the ground was smooth and grassy here, not rocky, so easier on her bare feet. Shortly after they left the amphitheater, they entered open woods. There were sounds of running water, the Neches River nearby. She couldn’t turn loose of the beam she was carrying to wipe her eyes, so she did her best to rub them on her sweaty forearm while she stumbled along. Her back and bottom were on fire! Her pussy throbbed.
She looked up and saw only more woods, lowland hardwood trees with late spring green leaves, forest floor covered with dead leaves that crunched under her feet. The river was to her left, gurgling where it ran over rocks. She looked ahead, straight into the lens of the TV camera that was sending her beaten, naked picture out to the world. She snarled and managed to flip it off with both of her hands that were resting on the beam.
“How are you doing now, Ms. Ruck?” Ken McDonald asked. He’d been walking behind her and decided it was time for an interview.
“Now how the fuck does it look like I’m doing?” She asked.
“Well, I’m sure things look bad right now, but…”
“But what, you stupid asshole? They’re going to fucking get better? The sun’ll come out tomorrow? Bet Little Orphan fucking Annie wouldn’t of been singing if she’d been in my place!” Ellie snapped.
“No, it’s just a saying!” He said.
“Just a fucking saying? Right. Well, let me just fucking tell you how I’m doing! it’s hell right now. My back has been whipped bloody and it stings, burns, aches, it fucking hurts. It’s probably a mess, but I guess I’ll never see it, will I?”
“No, I suppose you won’t, hadn’t thought about it.”
“And my pussy, well, that only throbs like a motherfucker with every step! And that’s damn sure going to get worse, now, isn’t it?!”
“There you have it folks! The colorful Ellie Ruck, on her way to the cross! Traditional capital punishment revived for modern day!” The reporter began dropping back to his place behind her.
Oh God, it can’t be too much farther, Ellie thought. They’ll nail my wrists to this beam I’m carrying! She looked at the beam in horror. She didn’t see the root in the pathway before she stumbled and began to fall. She almost caught herself, but the weight of the beam threw her off. Its end hit first, then she rolled sideways and landed on her left side.
“Ms. Ruck fell!” She heard Ken McDonald say. “It’s unclear yet whether she’s injured.”
“You get up right now!” Someone shouted.
Oh my God, Joe, with his whip! She thought. I have to move, now!
“I – I’m trying!” She said, rolling over and trying to find a way to get up. She was on her knees, ass in the air, unable to lift the beam from that position. And she knew what was coming.
Oh my God Oh my god… “OWWW!” The whip struck her ass cheek. “Please, I’m trying, I just…,” she sobbed, “just don’t know what to do! OWWW! OHHH!” The whip struck her again.
“Fuck!” Joe said. He bent down and grabbed the beam, lifting it and dragging her up in the process. “You watch where you’re going and don’t fuck up again or I won’t be so nice.”
“Let’s go!” Mike said, tugging on the rope attached to her collar.
Ellie stumbled forward, trying to watch where she placed her feet, taking one step after another. Minutes passed and the monotony lulled her into a trance where there was only the next step and then the one after. Sweat trickled down her body, stinging the raw welts. It felt like the beam was getting heavier.
It took her some time to realize how much brighter the sun had gotten, as if the clouds had parted. The real reason was they were out of the woods now, in an open field.
She looked up and said, “Oh no, oh no!”
Across the field, maybe a hundred yards away, was a low grassy hill, covered with people, all watching her and waiting. And on top of the hill in a small roped-off area was a tall post, the base of the cross upon which they were going to nail and crucify her. Behind that were two video walls, one to either side of the crucifixion site and even from this distance she could see herself displayed from two angles. She felt all the strength go out of her as she fell.
“No, no, please!” Ellie sobbed, “Not the cross, no, please, you can’t! No, no…”
“Ok, not worth it, just carry her the rest of the way,” Joe said.
“Yeah, I got her,” Mike said. Reaching down, he slid the crosspiece out from under her wrist chain, picked her up and threw her over his muscular shoulder with her legs toward the front. He patted her ass and said, “Not much farther now, babe,” consolingly. “You’ll be at your cross before you know it!”
James easily hefted the crosspiece. The cameramen hustled to get the best angles for the scene. The one in front with his camera looking back got great video of Ellie’s ass and pussy bent across Mike’s shoulder. They started walking across the field through the pathway the crowd had opened for them into the roped-off twenty-foot-wide lane leading up to the place of execution. The crowd cheered and clapped as they passed.
Ellie wailed and sobbed all the way. The second cameraman followed off to the side where he got good views of Ellie hanging over Mike’s broad back, her long red ponytail hanging upside-down, swinging side-to-side as he walked, and the wide-eyed horror in her face as they approached the place where she was going to die.
John the executioner was waiting for them in the roped-off execution area, hands on his hips and a big smile below his executioner’s mask. John and his crew worked for Crucifixion Masters, Inc., and like the Supplicium Services crew, they wore black fatigues, fingerless black leather workout gloves and leather bracers.
“John! Hey man, good to see you!” Joe said, “How’s that new baby? What’s that, number four? And your oldest in college? You know they’ve finally figured out what causes those!”
“Well, he’s sleeping all night now, which is damn sure a relief! Wife’s pussy is ready for action again, thank God. Cunt hair is coming in just enough to give me beard burn, though and that’s hazardous. Like hog bristles! Now I know why she complains so much when I don’t shave!”
“You mean you didn’t learn that with the first three?”
“Hell, I forgot! Memory’s about as long as my dick, I guess!”
Joe laughed. “Well, I got a couple of things for you here. There’s that piece of wood James picked up, and there’s this girl here who needs your attention.”
“Just throw that beam over in front of the post,” John said, “we’ll put it where we need it later, still setting up. You got here early! It’s thirty minutes until show time!”
John turned to look at Ellie, still draped over Mike’s shoulder.
“Well now, I recognize this one!” John gave Ellie’s ass an appraising look. “I’ve seen a lot more of this side of her than her face. Although her nice round ass is a lot redder than I remember!” He pretended to frown. “She’s still got that gold ring in her big ol’ clit!” He reached over and pinched her hood, rolling her clitoral shaft within it.
Ellie gasped and squirmed in response, emerald eyes going wide in shock. “Please don’t hurt me, sir! Oh please…”
“Gonna hurt you a lot, but it’s not your time yet, little lady!” He laughed and slapped her raw bottom with the other hand.
“Owww!” Ellie groaned miserably.
There were sounds of appreciation from the crowd, most of whom were watching Ellie on the huge video displays.
He turned back toward Joe, “You know she actually had a paperclip hanging on her clit when we first saw her at the prison, couldn’t get it off by herself.”
“Bullshit! A paperclip!”
“Yeah, no shit! Let’s get the handover done and I’ll tell you if you got time.”
“Nah, love to but we’re gonna go hit the pizza buffet. Whippin’ that girl’s ass is hungry work.”
“Ok, well, let’s see, can she stand up?”
“She could before she went down that last time over there by the woods,” Joe said.
“Well, stand her up and take the prison’s cuffs off her wrists and your slave collar. Hey Bill!” John shouted. Bill, one of the wranglers, came over. “Take her and cuff her to the post, will you?”
“Sure! Anything else left on the checklist? We’ve about got the lifting rig set up.”
“Just that sedile. It’s in the box in the back of my van. Wicked looking thing! Didn’t want that lying around for somebody to stumble over. The bolt to hold it is with it, too, and let’s see, the lube the horns have to be greased with twice a day according to the crucifixion work order.”
“Ok, I’ll get it as soon as I get her situated.”
Mike bent over and set Ellie on her feet, where she stood unsteadily. Bill took hold of her arms from behind while Mike got her wrist cuffs off, following the rule that out in the open, one of them always had hands on her in case she tried to break and run.
Mike glanced up and saw himself on one of the big monitors, turned and found the camera that was on him, grinned, said “Hi Mom!” and waved. He turned back and removed Ellie’s slave collar. He gave Bill a thumbs-up to take her, turned and walked away without saying anything to her. In his business it was best to never allow yourself to form a relationship of any kind with a subject.
James had the clipboard with the custody form. He handed it to John the executioner, who signed it, tore off the blue copy and handed it to Joe, and took ownership of Ellie. Now she was the property of Crucifixion Masters, Inc.
Bill guided Ellie a few steps backwards to a short wooden post, about four feet tall. It had a narrow crossbar like a short, abbreviated form of a “T” cross. He pulled her raw back up against it.
“OWW!” Ellie grimaced in pain and groaned as her welts rubbed against the wood.
Ignoring her reaction, Bill hooked her upper arms over the top of the crossbar behind her and shackled her wrists to the back of the post. Her pose was much like that of one of the two thieves in the famous Mantegna painting of Christ’s crucifixion. Her breasts were thrust forward and displayed nicely but her ponytail fell across one of them. Bill gathered it, put it over her shoulder and arranged it down her back so her smooth, full breasts with their perky deep pink nipples were presented to the view of the crowd.
Ellie was off to one side of and facing the “work area,” what the execution crew called the space in front of her cross where they would pin her down and nail her wrists to the crosspiece in a few minutes.
She sobbed in misery, shifting her feet to get her raw back and buttocks away from the post. She glanced up and saw the image of a terrified, naked woman on the big monitor to her left and realized it was her. The monitor displayed a countdown timer at the bottom of the screen that showed she had twenty-six minutes, thirty-eight seconds until her crucifixion was scheduled to begin.
“Oh my God! Oh no, no…” She moaned.
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toxidomaskjr
Magistrate
Not a single angle will be lost
I think the prosecutor negociated a twenty-four hours following death
The humiliation parts are some of my favorite parts
I've never read this type of interaction beetween executioners before. Outstanding jedakk!
Another good joke
My guess is that some kind of plot will unfold while Ellie is 'dying'. If that's the case, it'll be just brilliant writing!
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Deleted member jedakk
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Not if they can help it. Video of a girl like that being executed is gold, and the government will mine all they can get out of it.
I thought I had fixed that back in the sentence negotiation chapter. I'll have to go back and do that. At some point after I finish posting this, it will go on the archives here as an e-book and it will have corrections in it that I pick up after I've posted it. I hope they are all minor!
One of the scary things about the execution crews is they talk and joke like ordinary people. Joe and his whipping crew are headed off to the pizza buffet now that they've finished with Ellie, who is about to be crucified.
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Deleted member jedakk
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Oh yes, several threads will be running at the same time. You can hardly write a crucifixion story that's readable without having other plots and things going on. Otherwise, it's just up, down, up, down and then they suddenly die and it's "The End."
ShadowWolf
Tribune
I enjoyed the walk through the woods Jedakk! I must say that reporter is a rat. He too should get a little bit of what Ellie is going through if he really wants a scoop on what it feels like to be whipped and crucified
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Deleted member jedakk
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Good! I must have done a good job then, I intended for everybody to hate him. He's supposed to be the kind of dumbass reporter that everybody dislikes.I enjoyed the walk through the woods Jedakk! I must say that reporter is a rat. He too should get a little bit of what Ellie is going through if he really wants a scoop on what it feels like to be whipped and crucified
Excellent story... like you have never been away!!!
Tormentor
Governor
Now look..... I'm getting concerned about the possibility of a last minute reprieve or the arrival of the sniper (brother?) and all sorts of things that might save Ellie.
That would be a shame, because Ellie deserves to get the whole treatment, if only for being so bloody stupid!
That would be a shame, because Ellie deserves to get the whole treatment, if only for being so bloody stupid!
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Deleted member jedakk
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Rest easy! The title of tomorrow's chapter is "The Nailing" wherein a crucifixion takes place - finally. I know this has been quite a buildup to get to this point. Don't know if anyone is bored, but I'm sure they are impatient.
kristinhardy
Guard
Whew. What a great story!
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Deleted member jedakk
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For a couple of years I thought I'd never do this again, but here I am. Glad everyone likes it!