Frank Petrexa
Tribune
No, this is another one of his. Deborah on the Cross is a separate story from this one. Didi is his retelling of the Josephus Story of Mundus and the cult of Isis deceiving a patrician woman and tricking her into having sex with a "god". Tiberius crucified the woman behind the plot, Ida, and the priests of the cult in Rome. I don't know whether Deborah is based on anyone real.Maybe "Didi"?
Deborah starts out like this.
The brilliant red marks on the back of her legs, shoulders, and glutes showed she had been flogged by one tall man and one short one. Deborah was the only woman in the group who would be crucified today. She had carried the cross beam, with her arms extended and fixed rigidly to it with heavy chains, through the streets and up a hill by the side of the road. Her clothes had disappeared long ago and now she only wore a thin loin cloth which barely covered the space between her legs. She also carried a hand-written wooden sign which dangled from the rings which pierced each of her nipples. The sign said, "Deborah--filthy slave--pity me". A group of old women approached Deborah with a type of paint which pleased the crowd and a goatskin filled with a potion which dulled the mind. With her hair bunched loosely on her head in front of her, Deborah flung her head back to clear her brown hair from her face. She swallowed the potion eagerly, hoping and praying it would help her face her execution. Three soldiers approached her while two of the old women delicately detached the wooden sign from the rings in her nipples. The sign was passed quickly to one of the soldiers who went to the post closest to the road, mounted a ladder, and looking over the growing, curious crowd shouted: "Behold Deborah the slave! She will be crucified for insolence to her master. A strong body! She will truly put on a good show!" The old women began to apply the brilliant red paint to Deborah's nipples. It consisted of a powder which they mixed with Deborah's sweat to form a paint: the same paint the courtesans of Egypt used to great effect. With large brushes the old women applied the fine red powder to Deborah's sweaty nipples. The result was rather impressive because the paint enhanced the excited nipples and areolas with maximum contrast. The old women turned the bristles of the brushes around the borders of the nipples, skillfully mixing the powder with the sweat until it reached the consistency necessary to form a durable red paste. Then, shaking their heads when the soldiers grabbed Deborah's crossbeam, the old women turned and left.
That's what I think the gist of it is, anyway.
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