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SUPPLICEDENICOLE.jpgSupplice de Nicole
The sun was high now, it's blinding light searing the already parched earth. Nicole had been hanging from the cross for about two hours; her groin resting on the humiliating metal dildo, her body wracked with pain, her breathing ever more labored. Her sweat dripped to the ground and a maddening thirst added to her agonies.
"Ple. . . . Please. . . Oh God, I. . . .I'm thirsty" she finally gathered some strength to moan.
"Give the whore some water!", the centurion watching her die commended, "We don't want her to expire just yet, she deserves a few more hours of torment!"
A dirty sponge doused in a mixture of salty water and vinegar touched Nicole's parched lips. She sucked the sponge avidly, even though she knew it would only add to her torments. . .
 
SUPPLICEDENICOLEGAUL.jpgSupplice de Nicole III
In a corner of Gaul forsaken by the gods and godesses that humans futily pray to, a Gaulish woman's nude body hangs from a cross, while her executioner flogs her to elicit more suffering. Once done, he will leave her there to agonize for hours until she mercifully expires. Her body will then be food for the carrion birds that soon will hover over head. . .
 
SUPPLICEDENICOLENIIMESARENA_2.jpgSupplice de Nicole IV
The arena at Nimes is packed with the crowd that has come to gloat at Nicole’s agonies and to humiliate her with unspeakable insults. They have enjoyed the spectacle for an hour now, an hour that has been filled with Nicole’s howls of pain and moans of agony.

First they cheered wildly as she was brutally pushed into the arena carrying the patibulum while her tormentors mercilessly scourged her nude body. They cheered even more wildly when she was affixed to the cross and raised. Now they watched as she tried to lift her body from the wedge and the metal phallus that tormented her sex only to fall down again, her movements grotesquely mimicking the sexual act.

“O gods! Ple. . . please have mercy, I beg you,” her suffocated scream echoed in the arena, “I. . . I. . . I beseech you let me die, end this horrible agony. . .”

Her pleas were met by the whoosh of the scourge as it cut through the air to tear her bloodied flesh once more. . .
 
SUPPLICEDEMESSALINE140.jpgSupplice de Messaline I
On a desolate moor in Brittany, the self-proclaimed queen of her people is raised on the cross by Roman legionaries sent to suppress yet another uprising in that godforsaken corner of the empire. The marks of the previous night's torments show on her perspiration drenched body; a crown of thorns mocks her proclamation of royalty. A deep moan of agony escapes her parched throat as the weight of her body is now carried by her extended arms. . .
 
SUPPLICEDEMESSALINE120.jpgSupplice de Messaline II
Another version, this time near the coast. I do more than one background, because I find it changes the mood. Some are more effective than others. This one seems to be more majestic and befitting of a fallen queen of Amazons.
 
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