mariuszebo
Magistrate
These are two stories I wrote, please let me know if you like them ( you never know, maybe I' ll write more if I find the time. )
Anyway I'd appreciate it if someone could provide some pics to go with them ( or if someone knows someone else who can provide pics ) plain and simple text leaves a lot to imagine, but sometimes pics are nice too.
One last remark: Please respect the copyright, Thank you.
number one:
IMPORTANT NOTE: This story is fictionnal. All possible likeness to reality, people or events that really exist or existed is based on pure coincidence. This story is the property of its author. Passing this story on to others, or publishing it in any way without permission of the author,MariusZebo, is illegal.
JamillaÂ’s crucifixion
Jamilla was already awake when the sunlight entered her cell. After the Romans had captured her yesterday at the villa of her master, they had locked her up in there. Once they had locked the door, she ran to the small window, just in case she might hear something about her sentence. At first she had been scared to death by the thought of being crucified, but right now she had found peace with it. Jamilla knew what she had done, and she also knew that she deserved nothing better.
Jamilla looked at her reflection in the little bowl of water that was given to her. There was no doubt that, if she was to be killed, it would happen out there for every one to see. She was just to beautiful to let her die in here. After all she was the most beautiful girl in and around the city and blond hair was very rare in the area around CarthageÂ… In fact the thought of starving in here scared her even more than a public humiliation. Imagine they left her there and kept her alive so she would grow old and die of natural cause in that cell! No, no, all well considered, crucifixion was the best she could hope for. At least her pain would be over in a few days instead of years. She didnÂ’t dare to think that the soldiers wouldnÂ’t come for her.
But then the door opened and a couple of men gave her the order to come out. Jamilla felt some sort of relief when she left the cell. They would not let her starve. Thus far she had been very lucky. It was only now that she realized that nobody had abused her until now. She wasnÂ’t raped, she could keep her clothes, she hadnÂ’t been whippedÂ…
As they came out of the dark hallways into the inner yard of the camp, Jamilla spotted a long, thin, wooden cross lying on the ground. “Pick it up!†one of the soldiers said. Jamilla walked towards the cross and lifted it on her shoulder. There was no use in trying to resist, which would only make it worse for her. Two soldiers came standing next to her and one of them hung a wooden plate around her neck with her name, her age and her crime carved in it. Jamilla expected them to push her forward in to the streets of the city, but they didn’t. Both of the soldiers were looking at a little door behind them. As Jamilla looked at it as well, she saw an other soldier coming out with a hammer, a ladder and a basket with nails. Long heavy spikes…
“So it ’s going to be a full nailing†Jamilla said to herself. Until now she had hoped that they would only use ropes or at least only nail her hands, but as she could count more than two nails, she knew she wouldn’t be that lucky. The soldier loaded the gear on a donkey and the other two gave Jamilla a gentile push on her shoulder. “Let’s go.†They said and the campgates opened.
Jamilla carried her cross through the narrow streets of the city. It wasnÂ’t very heavy but despite the early hour the sun was already shining hot. As she came closer to the crucifixion site, more and more people were watching and following her, yelling things at her. “Look at you, you stupid basterds,†Jamilla said to herself “ shouldnÂ’t you be working? No you just want to see me suffer, you want to hear me scream on the cross, you want to see the extreme fear in my eyes when they nail me to it. Well screw you! You think IÂ’m afraid but IÂ’m not, you think IÂ’ll beg them for mercy, beg them not to nail my feet, but youÂ’re wrong, wrong, wrong! I wonÂ’t. In fact IÂ’ll show you that it doesnÂ’t scare me, IÂ’ll show you how a proud girl faces her destiny!Ââ€
As she took the last turn to the marketplace, Jamilla felt this strange sensation in her underbelly. She knew she was walking her last few steps ever. On the market place, one of the soldiers gave the order to stop right in the middle of the square. She let her cross slip to the ground, took a few steps back and looked at the people that came to see her humiliation. One soldier held a hand on her shoulder and took back the wooden plate as the other one unpacked the gear. The third one began to declare her verdict and why she deserved it. During that time Jamilla realized that the strange feeling in her underbelly wasnÂ’t fear as she thought it was, but pleasure. Every single person on the square wanted to see her young, nude body exposed on the cross. She knew she turned on every man that came to see her today, but none of them would ever have her. She would remain an unreachable ideal forever. She knew she could give them a spectacle they would never forget, that would make every other women look like durt.
Right now Jamilla realized that her time had come. The third soldier reached the end of his speech.
Jamilla knew what she had to do, she would show the crowd she was not afraid. Quickly she slipped out of her sandals. Then she let her slavecloth fall of her shoulders, exposing her nude body. Slowly she walked towards the cross, looking at the soldiers. Then she turned around, looked at he crowd and went lying down on her cross. Before one of the soldiers could grab her, she placed both of her wrists on the crossbeam, waiting for the nails.
The soldier that was going to nail her held back his two accompagnons. “No, no, don’t grab her. I want to see if she really can take this.†Jamilla looked at him as he put the first heavy spike right on top of her wrist. There was no one holding her wrists in place, yet she did not pulled them away, when the soldier raised his hammer for the first blow. Jamilla looked closely as the point of the first nail was driven into her wrist. “Aagh!†The pain was more than unbearable, it didn’t just stay in her wrist. Like water spilled on a flat stone, the pain started to run in various directions, all through her body. Yet the nail had only cut a few muscles and flesh. Right now he was only pushing on her wristbones, slightly driving them apart. As much as Jamilla was suffering, she couldn’t move her arms. She could only watch how the hammer came down a second time. This time the nail crushed her wristbones. Jamilla could feel the couldnes of the steel against her bones. Again she could not hold back a short scream. The pain had now turned into a supernatural form of agony. One of the soldiers who was standing next to the cross, noticed how Jamilla was rubbing her beautiful bare feet over the sand in a useless attempt to lighten the pain. Although the nail hadn’t reached the beam yet, she managed to keep her tortured wrist in place. Her most beautiful body was already covered with sweat when the hammer came down for the third time. Finally the nail came out of her wrist again and made his first contact with the crossbeam. Jamilla felt a bit relieved because she thought the wrist part was over. Once the nail was through, it would be easier to bare. But she was wrong. The hardness of the wood made it very hard to finish the job. The executioner needed six more blows to get her wrist fully nailed to the beam, every blow causing Jamilla more and more pain in addition to the already unbearable agony…
At the first blow, Jamilla had pulled back her second wrist. “Aagh!†A short scream escaped her mouth every time the nail went deeper. Finally the last blow was given and the executioner stood up. Shortly he admired his work, then he walked over to the other side of the beam to nail her other wrist. Jamilla didn’t know how she did it, but she had managed not to cry. Although only one of the four nails was in place, she was already covered with sweat. She looked at her unnailed wrist once more, then she placed it on the crossbeam as she saw the executioner approached with the second nail. He looked at her beautiful young face while he went across her wrist with his fingers to locate the bones. When he found the right spot, he place the nail on it, held his hammer high up in the sky. Then he waited for a moment to see if Jamilla really wouldn’t pull down her arm now that she knew what it felt like to have one nailed wrist. Then he started his horrible job.
Jamilla thought she knew what she had to expect, but no one could ever get used to a sudden explosion of pure pain like that. Again her short screams filled the air, again her beautiful bare feet rubbed against the sand, but yet the agony seemed like at least a thousand times worse. Again she felt how the nail crushed some of her bones and drove others apart. It was in this pure sensation of nothing-but-absolute-agony- that Jamilla realized something strange. With every blow she screamed her little “AaAgh’s†as a message to every one on the square that she couldn’t take it any more. But now she realized, as her pain reached a new, horrible peak with every other blow that she wanted more. Though the agony made it quite impossible to keep her wrist in place, as long as the nail hadn’t pinned it to the wood, Jamilla realized she was able to do so, because she loved it. From this moment one, she could kill and love the executioner for what he was doing to her at the same time. She hated and admired him because he was able of hurting her like this. Though her agony reached unknown hights with every blow, she couldn’t wait for the next one. She watched closely how the nail disappeared deeper into her wrist and into the wood. When the executioner stood up after the nailing, Jamilla felt relieved and disappointed at the same time.
Jamilla looked at her beautiful nude body as the soldiers made preparations to pull up the cross. With her arms spread out like this above her head and her legs a bit opened to feel the sand under her feet for the last time, both her beautiful full breasts and pubic were exposed to the crowd. Yet Jamilla felt no shame, she felt only pain and a deep desire for more pain. Two soldiers were tying ropes to both ends of the crossbeam while the third one was placing some small pieces of wood at the bottom of the longpole so that the cross wouldnÂ’t slide over the sand when they tried to raise it. Then they attached the ropes to their donkey as well. Then the executioner kneeled down at JamillaÂ’s feet. He grabbed them by the ankles and measured the length of her legs. He placed her feet on the longpole, right next to each other, so that her legs were slightly bent. He looked at it, changed the pose a bit, released her feet and carved a little bit of wood out of the pole, where he wanted her feet to be when he nailed them. Jamilla had observed his actions very well. For a moment she thought he was going to nail her feet before they raised the cross. She had loved the feeling of his hand around her feet. The two soldiers made the donkey pull up the cross while the executioner made sure the longpole would slip into the hole that was dug for it. As they raised her cross and her feet left the ground for the last time, Jamilla felt how her weight was no longer carried by the thin longpole but only by the two spikes that pierced her wrists. She had to scream. Little yelps of both extreme agony and pleasure escaped her mouth while the donkey was raising her cross. As her cross was almost in a complete vertical position, Jamilla spotted the carve made by the executioner to indicate the intended position of her feet. While the soldiers were making sure the cross wouldnÂ’t fall back if they cut the ropes, Jamilla tried out her final footpose. With her feet against the longpole and her legs slightly opened because of the roundness of the longole, she decided that it was both a humiliating and an elegant pose. Jamilla looked at her elegant ankles and her adorable toes. Soon her most beautiful feet would be nailed. To feel once more the pain of really hanging on a cross, she moved her legs away from the longpole, so that they were just hanging on either side of it. Now the executioner placed his ladder against the cross and climbed up to fulfill his duty.
As the executioner reached the final step of the ladder, Jamilla lowered her left foot and placed it right on the spot the executioner wanted it to be. He put the nail right on the most central spot of her foot, slightly adapted its pose so that the toes were really pointing towards the ground. Then he began the nailing. Once again Jamilla experienced a wave of fresh agony running through her body. Again she felt how the nail pushed against the bones of her foot and crushed them with the second blow. Again she let out her little yells every time the nail went a bit deeper. Even when the nail entered the wood after the third blow, she didnÂ’t dare to put any weight on it. Her foot was causing her the same amount of agony as both her wrists. Oooh, she loved crucifixion right now; She thanked the people that invented this heavenly torture from the bottom of her heart as the final blows were given. As the executioner finished the nailing of her left foot, Jamilla felt a bit sad. Now her other foot was the only thing left. After that, her agony would slowly fade away Â… So she put her other foot right next to her nailed one. The executioner brought out the last nail. Jamilla closed her eyes as her bully raised his hammer. Very intensely she tried to analyze the waves of pain that were caused by the final spike. As the bones of her right foot were crushed she couldnÂ’t hold back a small yelp. Also when she felt how the nail tore the skin of here sole apart, she simply had to release a little “ Ãâ€ah!†As the nail was driven further into her foot and the wood of the longpole, Jamilla first realized she was being put to death in the most cruel, horrible and agonizing way known in the whole of the Roman Empire, and that she just loved it. The soldier smashed the nail a bit deeper for the last time. Then he went down a few steps and nailed the wooden plate that quoted JamillÂ’s crime, name and age to the longpole, right underneath her beautiful, nailed feet. “Jamilla, twenty one year old, blonde slave, murder, theft and arson.†Then he stepped down, took away his ladder and together with one of his fellows he went back to the camp. The third one staid to guard Jamilla so that no one would get her down of there.
Although it had seamed a lot longer, her crucifixion had only taken half an hour. Now most of the spectators resumed their work on the market. For Jamilla, the real horror of crucifixion was about to begin. Right now she realized that the pain in her wrists became too much to bare, even for someone who loved it, so Jamilla had to push up on her feet. Putting her entire weight on the nails piercing her feet caused her a wonderful amount of pain, yet she had to let go, if she didn’t want to faint, and she fell back on her wrists. But very soon, again, the pain in her wrists forced her to retry the push up. The Romans had spiked her in a very ingenious way. By bending her legs just a little bit, Jamilla had to face the problem where to put her weight, but she couldn’t suffocate that easy. As she looked around to see what the other people who had watched her crucifixion were doing, Jamilla spotted her sandals and clothes still lying on the ground where she left them. Some people were still looking at her, pointing out to each other how well she was nailed. Jamilla herself was also admiring the work of her bully. While she was at it, she saw that she wasn’t bleeding as much as she thought. The only blood Yamilla saw was the blood that had run out of the wounds when the nails were still driven in. Meanwhile the soldier that staid behind walked over to the fountain and took a drink. He didn’t return to the cross but went strait to one of the stalls on the market. He decided to watch over her from there, in the shadow. On the cross, Jamilla was exposed to the sun. Very slowly her bronzed skin was burning. As she saw the guard take a drink, Jamilla became aware of her own thirst. She wondered whether she could ask for some water as well. After a while her thirst became so big she decided to risk it. “Can…can I have some water to, please…?†she moaned. The guard fulfilled her request and put a cup filled with water on the top of his spear. Jamilla drunk it all and asked for more several times, especially around noon when the sun was burning every drop of liquid out of her.
Jamilla now realized that the pain wasn’t fading away at all. She didn’t know why but the spikes kept hurting her as much as they did when they were driven into place. She looked once more to the nails piercing her body. As she could clearly feel, al four of them were smashed through some bones. “I wonder…†she thought. Jamilla tried to move her fingers, but some of them didn’t react to her command. Also her toes weren’t completely movable. The sight of the spikes entering her feet and wrists fascinated her. Jamilla tried to reach the head of the nails in her wrists. Her fingers could only touch the top of the nails.
As the sun went down and the market became empty, Jamilla first realized she would never leave her cross again. Even her corpse would be left up there after she died. She wondered what it would be like, if she died. Would she pass out and never awake again? She didnÂ’t know.
JamillaÂ’s first night on the cross was filled with agony. There was now way of getting some sleep up there. If the pain didnÂ’t keep her awake, then the coldness of the night would make sure she didnÂ’t sleep. The hours passed slowly, way to slowly, but when Jamilla finally thought she was used to it, the first rays of sunlight announced a new dayÂ….
As the market became crowded again, people returned to her cross to see how she was doing. "You 're realy enjoying this, aren't you?" Jamilla mannaged to ask her public. Ofcourse they did. "Guess what," Jamilla moaned as a reply, "so do I..."
According to some spectators who had seen a few crucifixions already, Jamilla was “dancing†real nice. She was pushing herself up on the spikes piercing her feet and falling back on her wrists al the time. Even if she didn’t had to push up to get some fresh air, she still forced herself to do so. It largely increased her pain. It was her second day on the cross, but Jamilla felt far from exhausted. Now she knew why she hadn’t been raped or whipped: If she were still strong when they nailed her to her cross, she would last longer. Once again Jamilla looked at her beautiful body. The nails fascinated her, how they disappeared in her wrists and feet. Only four nails, but they put her in hell. Right now the thought crossed her mind that despite of the fact that she had been drinking quite a lot yesterday, she didn’t have to pee. The sun burned away every single drop of liquid, even the water from the fountain. In the afternoon, Jamilla felt how she was becoming weaker and weaker, how the pain slowly faded. Right now she wished she could live through it al again, from the cell, to the first nail, the moment of triumph when she exposed her completely nude body to the overwhelmed crowd, the nailing of her wrists and feet, her complete crucifixion. Later that day Jamilla lost conscience. She didn’t saw how a rich salesman paid of the guarding soldier and ordered his men to get Jamilla down from her cross. She didn’t even realized the nails were pulled out.
Jamilla looked out of the window as the sun came up. Six months had passed since her crucifixion. Her wounds had completely healed. The salesman had dropped her of at one of his houses in a small village while she was still unconscious. An other girl slave had told her everything. She had never seen him until now. He was standing in the inner yard, saying goodbye to someone. Then he entered Jamilla’s room. “You’re so beautiful†he said. “You’re so beautiful that you can ask me anything. Ask me and I’ll do it!†Jamilla looked at him as he touched her face. “Well, there is one thing you could do…†She answered.
Later that morning, the entire village watched how Jamilla publicly undressed herself. Completely nude, she walked over to the cross and went lying down on it. She smiled at the salesman as he approached with the hammer and the nails. “Nail me!†she said.
By MariusZebo
and number two: ( keep reading, it's not what you think )
IMPORTANT NOTE: This story is fictionnal. All possible likeness to reality, people or events that really exist or existed is based on pure coincidence. This story is the property of its author. Passing this story on to others, or publishing it in any way without permission of the author,MariusZebo, is illegal.
memoires of a representative
The strangest thing that ever happened to me
By Eric Saunders
I have tried to keep this silent and hidden for several years now, hoping against hope that somehow I could mannage to forget. But it's time that I finaly face the facts: I haven't, nor will I ever be able to whipe out the memories of June 7th 'till June 14th 2001.
Maybe writing it down and making the world know, will make me wake up from this nightmare. Please let it be so...
My name is Eric Saunders and I'm a representative for a small firm up state. My job get's me about anywhere in the country, as I am the guy that needs to pay our new costumers a visit, each time they ask for it. On June first 2001 I got to do a job in a little town called Ogden Ville, Montana. The job itself was quite easily done, yet it will remain in my memory forever. As I drove back to the airport at 9 a.am. on June 6th, nothing indicated the horror that was about to happen. It was a sunny day, and not a single car in sight. After half an hour I spotted a mini-van just next to the road. Just after that I saw the girl, and she saw me. Immediatly she made signs that I should pull over. Normally I would have driven strade on, but as this was by far one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen, I couldn't resist. I stopped an lowered the window.
"Hi, we've got some trouble ith the van, would you be so kind to help us out? Girls and car engines you know..." Having her standing next to me she looked absolutely gorgious. I got out of the car and walked over to the van. It was only then that I saw the other four. I could have sworn that a ran into a bikiniteam as all of them were beautygoddesses. For a second or ten I was in heaven.
"So what's the problem, then ?" The answer to my question never came. One of the girls pulled out a gun. "Get in the van!" Before I could react someone hit me on the back of my head.
The trip with the van is a complete blur. When I woke up I found myself strapped into a chair in some motelroom, the place I cannot tell. All five of the girls, or should I say kidnappers, were sitting on the bed looking at me. "Nice to see you're still alave. We still need you, you know." One of the two brunettes, she just spoke to me, walked over to my chair. "Now that you are officially our prisoner it's time we introduce ourselves. I'm Cinthya and these are Amie, Ashley, - two blonds - Jill - the other brunette - and Audrey - she had black hair ( I think she was latino ). In a way you could call us party entertainers. And who are you, ...Eric...? At this time I realised she was holding my wallet.
-"I'm just a representative of a small firm, and they won't pay a randsom!"
-"Ow, but Eric, who ever said we wanted a randsom? We just need you.
-" What the hell for!?" I should have been scared, but I'm ashamed to say that I wasn't. seeing five of these "party entertainers, although I pictured them as bikinimodels, I could only feel exitment.
-"Well, we need you for the entertainment on a party, that's all you need to know for now. You're going to stay here for the night. we'll just be next door, but Amie here will keep you company." The other four girls left the room while Amie remained seated on the bed just looking at me. Looking at her she couldn't be much over 20, and that seemed a bit to young to be involved in a kidnapping like this. Maybe I could hear her out.
-"Do your parents know that you're not attending classes like you should be?"
-"I'm 21, just like the rest, we gave up school a long time ago. As for our parents, they think we're dead."
-"Your parents think you're dead!?"
-" We ran away from home four years ago. Just last year we published out own death notices and they bought it."
-"Why would you want to do that?"
-"You ask to many questions, in fact may be I should start asking some... Do you think we' re pretty?" She went into the drawer next to the bed and showed me some pics of her and the rest of the girls in kinky outfits and poses. "I'm dealing with hardcore feminists that want to avenge a rape!!" I thought. "They want to see how long I can be with them without wanting to sleep and have sex with them! They can't find the rapist so they take the first guy that comes along and turn him into a horney beast so they can believe he's a basterd an kill him." Yet my answer was
-"Well ya, you are ..."
-"Good." She cut the straps that held me to the chair and put me on one of the to queen size beds. She closed the curtains and went into the bathroom. despite of all the commotion that day and the fact that I still had my hands and legs couffed together, I fell asleep before Amie returned from the bathroom.
-"Are you awake?" I was staring at the ceiling in the middle of the night when Amie suddenly asked it.
-" Yep." I heard her getting up and suddenly I felt something against my arm. When I watched to check what it was, Amie was lying on my bed turned towards me resting on her arms.
"I think you should know, we're gonna do a very big spectacle spectacle tomorrow, you know., and appart from us, you're gonna have the best part in it. "
-"And what spectacle might that be?" I was already seeing things like ritual rapist-killings and stuff like that. Despite of the upmost sexy appearence of Amie right next to me I was starting to get very scared...
-"We're gonna do a big crucifixion party and since nobody volunteerd for your role, we had to abduct you.You'll see it's gonna be so great!" As Amie was filled with anticipation, I was no longer filled with fear, I was filled with compite terror.
-"Any chance we could NOT go to that party?"
-"Are you nuts !? We've been dreaming of this, and planning this for about six months now; There's no way we're calling it off!" She must have spotted some of the massive amount of terror in my voice because she tucked her in very close to me, putting her arms around my chest. " There's no need to worry, I know you're gonna do just great." I think I must have been shivvering in fear then. Not even the fact that a top class pin-up model like Amie was sleeping next to me, almost completely naked and above the sheets, couldn't ease my mind.
The next morning I had to get up very early. The other girls returned to our room and I got to eat a very small breakfast, of wich I thought it was gonna be my last. After that we drove off. In the van the girls were constantly whispering to eachother. Suddenly Jill turned around to me. -"So Amie here as told you everything no? Well, since you now then, how important this is for us, you better not fuck it up. And if you do, we'll kill you in a way that is beyond your imagination." The girls were laughing now, I wasn't.
After quite a drive - we started driving at 7a.m. and stopped at half past nine - we left the main road and arrived at a large plain in the middle of nowhere. Yet it was crowded with people, cars and mobile-homes. Further on I could see lot's of tents, wich was exactly were we were going. While we were approaching the biggest tent, the girls were saying hi to almost all of the people we came accross. They all seemed to know eachother, I didn't know anybody there.
When we got inside the big tent, I saw that it was divided into different rooms. We were greeted by a man in a very expensive costume, who seemed to be in charge. "Hi Larry, we"ve got ourselves THE guy, you take care of him now while we go change" Audrey said, and they disappearde in one of the side compartiments of the tent. "So you're the guy" Larry said, "I'd never want to be you, anyway, you should change too." He uncuffed me and pushed me in another side compartiment. There I found what appeared to be some ancient, semi militaristic clothing. It took me a while but I finally got it on with the "help" of Larry. As we left the dressing room throuhg the other side, we came in to a bigger room where the girls were already waiting. If they weren't going to crucify me, I would have been in heaven: all of them were dressed up as sexy amazons or something. Very tiny ancient skirts and tops, and those ancient sandals with leather strips up to your knees. Kinky, very kinky and far better than the best of pictures in any nude-magazine I had ever seen.
"Alright, listen up!" Larry said. " In about fifteen minutes you're gonna walk out of this tent and follow the road up the hill. As you'll get there, everything will be in place. First you do the wrists, then you raise the cross, and after that you nail the feet. That's the standard procedure. You - he was pointing at me now - will walk in front of the girls. Once you get up there, your part will be pretty obvious. Any questions? - this was to all of us again - "Can you just take the nails and the hamer? We're not going to need any ropes." Ashley said.
-"No ropes, are you sure?" Larry asked?
-"Absolutely, tying up first is for losers." the girls said.
We left the tent, me up front as was said - I didn't forgot what they said about killing me in a way beyond imagination if I fucked up, although it couldn't be much worse than this - alwalking along the dusty road at 10:30 a.m. Along the entire road people were folowing us, taking pictures and taping the event.apparently I wasn't the only one that thought that the girls were hot. I don't know how I did it but I walked up the hill seamingly without fear.
When we arrived at the top, I saw four other very nervous guys dressed up like me and five crosses lying down on the sand, at least I wasn't going to be alone. The girls went standing on a line so that the public could see them all very well. They were realy enjoying this. And for a moment, so was I : The slight wind playing with their hair, the sunlight reflecting on their bronzed skin, it was like watching a five star soft-erotic movie, only better. Then first Audrey adresses the public then one of the other guys did the same. Both spoke in a strange language that I didn't know, probably latin. The only things that I could understand were "cruciare" and mortiis" wich ment something like "crucify" and "death". Anyway, I knew what was going to happen so... I looked at the crosses in front of me. Three were just simple crosses with four nails next to each of them. One simple cross had only three nails next to it, and the fifth cross had to crossbeams one on top like you would expect, and one closer to the bottom. The victim would probably be streched out in an X-shape to fit on that one. I really didn't know wich cross I' d prefer. The guy that had been talking was ready now, and another guy, who stood right behind me said " walk over to the far left cross, it's your turn now." In a kind of trance I managed to walk over to the cross. As I reached it I saw that Jill had followed me. We looked at eachother. Jill was smiling mysteriously, her face filled with anticipation and exitment. As I wanted to start undressing myself - there wasn't any use in resisting, the place was packed with people that, apparently, wanted to see five guys on a cross - I saw how Jill started stripping of her clothes. She started with her sandals and went on with her top. Then she gave me and the crowd a sedusive smile and lowered her barbaric hipcloth. Then, being butnaked, she got in position on, what now turned out to be, her cross. As she looked back to me once more she said "standard procedure please..." She went lying down and put her firts wrist on the crossbeam. There she was lying down naked on a cross waiting to be nailed... by me.
At first I didn't want to, but all of a sudden within one second my mind turned over. Who do these people think they are? They abduct me, abuse me and now they want me to torture them! In fact I should punish them as hard as I could, and by any means did I have the opportunity now. So I picked up the hammer and the first nail. I put the nail on her wrist, just under the bone. "Higher.." Jill said "You need to put the nail on the bone, exactly between hand and arm." I didn't say anything and did what she asked. "Good" she said, "now it 'll hurt more." I ignored this rather strange comment and raised the hammer up in the air.
As I made it come down I realised that nobody was holding Jill's wrist in place. When the nailpoint entered her flesh, her back arched. She threw her head in her neck so that only her but and the top of her head were toutching the cross. Her wrist staid in place. With her other hand she grabbed the other side of the crossbeam. Then she fell back on the cross. I waited a moment and hit the nail a second time. Again she arched her back and again did she yelp a short " Ahg!" She was really sweating and breathing deeply now. "Go on!" she gasped, "go on!" And on I went. I needed about seven more blows to finish the job on her first wrist. During that time, aswell during the nailing of her other wrist - wich she put in place herself as well - , Jill was twisting and turning on her cross. Arching her back and shreaking, releasing constant yelps. Begging me not to stop. It was a strange medley of fear, pain and above all the pleasure of seeing her dream come true. I do not exagerate if I say that even during the nailing she was loving it. when I was done nailing her wrists, she was lying down on her cross, her arms spread out above her head, gasping and smiling at the same time. With her arms spread out like that, her tits were a real joy to look at. Nice, firm, big tits, completely exposed.
Now the other four guys came into action aswell. They raised the cross as I stood and watched. Jill started yelping and gasping again as her weight was hanging on both of her pierced wrists instead of being supported by the rather thin crossbeam. Then it was my turn again. A short ladder was placed against the longpole (this was also a rather thin piece of wood aswell), and I went up to nail her feet. As Jill saw me climbing up the ladder she lowered her left foot and brought it in to place. "You need to slightly bend her leg so she will have to choose where to put her weight: on her feet or on her wrists. She'll last longer that way." one of the other four guys said, as he handed me my hammer and an other nail. "Ohw, yeah" Jill gasped " Do as he sais and make... me suffer.." So I put the nail on the most central spot of her beautifully shaped foot and started the job. The nails were real massive steel spikes, about 0,8 inches thick and 8 inches long. Again she tried to escape the pain by twisting and turning, but she kept her bronzed foot in place as I nailed it. Instead of just uttering screams now, she gasped " more!" with every blow, although it was quite obvious she was in the most terrible agony you could ever imagine. When I finished her left foot, she put her right one right next to it. Despite of the unbearable pain she kept it still as I put the last nail on top of it. One final time Jill started yelping and gasping at the horrible feeling of a massive spike entering her flesh, crushing bones and piercing skin. When I gave the final blow, I could almost swear that she had an orgasm. As Jill saw me climbing down the ladder she thanked me for having been her most cruel bully and having her put in this kind of unsupportable agony. Only afterwards did I realise how strange that was. She was hanging on a cross now, butnaked and nailed through wrists and feet; but the worst part was that she liked it even more than the crowd that was watching. "One up, four to go!" said one of the four guys that I was working with.
Now Audrey walked over to the cross with the two beams. After one of the guys gave me a push, so did I. Like Jill, she undressed and lied down on the cross. The nailing of her wrists was pretty much the same as Jill's. Only Audrey didn't dare to look at what I was doing to her. Also she was slightly sobbing, but when I stopped for a moment because I thougth she might have changed her mind, she asked me to continue. Her cross was raised as well. When I had to nail her first foot, she placed it as far to the side of the beam as possible, leaving her a little room to bend her leg. Instead of placing her foot on top of the beam, she pressed it against the frontside. Like this, she would also be standing on the nails if she put the weight on her feet. I don't know how she mannaged not to kick me with her free leg while I nailed her left foot to the beam. After having one foot nailed, she really had some trouble keeping the other one in place, stretched out as she was. During the nailing of both her feet, I couldn't stop noticing her whispering in between the gasps: "HooOOoow yes, OOooOOow yEeAhH,...." Despite of the pain she was smiling when I finished the nailing.
After Audrey, it was Ashley's turn. I had to nail her to one of the normal crosses with four nails. She stripped naked, but instead of lying down on the cross she sat down, saying " One foot first, please..." As she placed her foot on the longpole, someone from the crowd shouted " awsome boobs!" As a reply she put her hands under her tits and shaked them, giving a kiss to the air as the person who shouted it was too far away. Then she reclined and leaning on her underarms she looked at me. Breafly she rubbed her foot over the beam. "Come on now, I wanna get nailed!" she smiled, as if she had to seduce me to do it. She watched carefully as I placed the nail on her most adorable foot. Then I started nailing. Ashley had to release a very gasping "AaGh!" every time the nail went deeper. Like the two other girls, she curved her back. After that foot, she went lying down completely and placed her wrists on the beam. They were shivering, but as it was very warm that day it wasn't from the cold but from the pain. Again she looked at me when I placed the nail on her wrist. "Do it... like my foot... its marve- marvellously painfull... like that..." she gasped. During the nailing of her wrists she swore by god that I was the "damn best executionner in the world" as the pain I put her in was " fabulously agonizing". After the raised her cross, I nailed her other foot while she kept on enjoying her own torture.
The next girl was Cinthya. She had the cross with only three nails next to it. Instead of just undressing she did a sensual striptease, and with some kind of elegant dance moves, she took position on her cross. During all that she kept on looking at me with that seducive, volouptious look of hers. "Be cross with me!" she said as she spread out her arms on the crossbeam. Cinthya kept looking me in the eyes while I was nailing her wrists to the beam. Even during her gasps and back-curving she couldn't keep her eyes of me. "Hurt me more, hurt me more, ..." she kept moaning, and as they rose her cross, " lovely, lovely pain..." When it was my turn again she placed her left foot on the longpole and carefully placed her right foot upon her left one. The nail for her feet was about one foot long. I placed it on top of her feet and started the job. As the nail made its way through her feet, the right one first, then the left one, Cinthya moaned and gasped in pure agony. As I gave the final blow, the nail was strill sticking out a bit, but I didn't mind. "One more blow, oow please, hit it once more...!" She begged me. GhaAh! Cinthya gasped once more as I fullfilled her request.
Amie was the only girl left now and she walked to the last cross; a normal one with four nails. As I waited at her cross, she came towards me. "Undress me!" She said. I had to strip of her top and her hipcloth. Se did not resist. Then she took of her sandals and went to her cross. As she turned around I could see that she had shaved her pussy in a very specific way: very thin except for two knots at the top left and right. The shape of a cross. "didn't I tell you it was gonna be great?" She asked me while she got in position, waiting for the nails to give her her desired pain. "WaaGh" She gasped as the first nail entered her wrist. Even being crucified all of them still got this sexy perfume over them, like the enjoyed it as much as sex. She kept on shocking in a very sensual way. "You 're good, she moaned, as I finished her second wrist. They raised her cross and I got to nail the final pair of feet. The first foot was no different than the others. When she offered me her right foot, she wanted me to take of her ankle bracelet. After that I had to nail it " before it got jeallous of the other foot." Meanwhile the other four guys had put up a tent close to the crosses. As I joined them under the tentsheet into the shadow, I noticed the little medallion attached to the bracelet. "For the best bully in the world, with love, A.C.A.J.A."
Soon after that larry joined us in the tent. "You looked possessed with terror when you left, back then. You know that!?"
-"I thought that THEY were gonna nail ME!" I said. "They said they couldn't find a volunteer for my part, so they had to kidnap me!"
Larry started laughing. "Good heavens no! They just ment they couldn't find an executionner. After all if they die up there, you committed five murders, like I said before, I don't wonna be you, you see?"
-"IF they die up there?"I asked, "what does that mean, you' re gonna leave them there to die? You' re not telling me that they offered themselves to be crucified knowing they 'd die!"
-"Well, in a way you see, they want the audience to decide that, so we 're gonna do a poll in about five hours.
-"Right, that's it, get me my clothes! I'm going to the police, you can't do that!"
-"Hey there, I did nothing, nor did anyone else here; YOU nailed them remember?" "But anyway, I thought something like this might happen. So walk with me." We went down to the big tent where we started. Larry got out a briefcase. When he opened it, High value dollar bills were staring me in the face. "Will this be what it takes to shut you up for the comming weak? It's about 30 million dollars U.S."
I stood ther and I watched, dazzled by the money.I wanted to say how sick this all was, but greed got the upper hand in me and I kept silent. "Good boy!" Larry said. "Now come back up and enjoy the rest of the show with me.
We watched all day how the five girls that I nailed were " dancing" on their crosses. For most of the people it was a very erotic sight, as they were snapping and filming away.Even now, all of the girls were enjoying the attention and the crucifixion. At 4 p.m. we got to fill in a form for the poll.
How long must they be nailed?
Get them of now
Get them of at dusk
Leave them ther for 24 hours
Leave them there for 72 hours
Leave them there to die
encircle the option of your choise
The girls themselves got to choose aswell. They all choose to stay there at least 72 hours, but if the crowd wanted them to die, they said they wouldn't protest. What the public wanted would be known only an hour later.
"In about five minutes we'll know what the people want." Larry said. "I understand if you don't wonna know, so if you want you can take your money and leave."
-"What if I drive streight to the cops and tell them everything?"
-"We' ll deny everything. You abducted the girls, and nailed them. Officially all of us are having a party up north, so we provide our own alliby, as for you, you have none. If you keep this silent, I'll arrannge for a couple of people to say that you were at our party too, if you ever get in trouble for this."
So I took my money and I left. Somehow they had mannaged to recover my car. I never spoke to anybody about this. Not for three years. But now I must as most recently I got a letter most mysteriously.
Dear Eric,
you were wonderfull last time. That's why we ask you ( there'll be a royal reward )
to come to Florida. We' re waiting to be nailed to the cross once more......private this time.
Just you, us and the nails
Love,
A.C.A.J.A.
P.S. You get to choose wheather we die or not this time...
'cause we'd realy want to for you.
by MariusZebo
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Anyway I'd appreciate it if someone could provide some pics to go with them ( or if someone knows someone else who can provide pics ) plain and simple text leaves a lot to imagine, but sometimes pics are nice too.
One last remark: Please respect the copyright, Thank you.
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IMPORTANT NOTE: This story is fictionnal. All possible likeness to reality, people or events that really exist or existed is based on pure coincidence. This story is the property of its author. Passing this story on to others, or publishing it in any way without permission of the author,MariusZebo, is illegal.
JamillaÂ’s crucifixion
Jamilla was already awake when the sunlight entered her cell. After the Romans had captured her yesterday at the villa of her master, they had locked her up in there. Once they had locked the door, she ran to the small window, just in case she might hear something about her sentence. At first she had been scared to death by the thought of being crucified, but right now she had found peace with it. Jamilla knew what she had done, and she also knew that she deserved nothing better.
Jamilla looked at her reflection in the little bowl of water that was given to her. There was no doubt that, if she was to be killed, it would happen out there for every one to see. She was just to beautiful to let her die in here. After all she was the most beautiful girl in and around the city and blond hair was very rare in the area around CarthageÂ… In fact the thought of starving in here scared her even more than a public humiliation. Imagine they left her there and kept her alive so she would grow old and die of natural cause in that cell! No, no, all well considered, crucifixion was the best she could hope for. At least her pain would be over in a few days instead of years. She didnÂ’t dare to think that the soldiers wouldnÂ’t come for her.
But then the door opened and a couple of men gave her the order to come out. Jamilla felt some sort of relief when she left the cell. They would not let her starve. Thus far she had been very lucky. It was only now that she realized that nobody had abused her until now. She wasnÂ’t raped, she could keep her clothes, she hadnÂ’t been whippedÂ…
As they came out of the dark hallways into the inner yard of the camp, Jamilla spotted a long, thin, wooden cross lying on the ground. “Pick it up!†one of the soldiers said. Jamilla walked towards the cross and lifted it on her shoulder. There was no use in trying to resist, which would only make it worse for her. Two soldiers came standing next to her and one of them hung a wooden plate around her neck with her name, her age and her crime carved in it. Jamilla expected them to push her forward in to the streets of the city, but they didn’t. Both of the soldiers were looking at a little door behind them. As Jamilla looked at it as well, she saw an other soldier coming out with a hammer, a ladder and a basket with nails. Long heavy spikes…
“So it ’s going to be a full nailing†Jamilla said to herself. Until now she had hoped that they would only use ropes or at least only nail her hands, but as she could count more than two nails, she knew she wouldn’t be that lucky. The soldier loaded the gear on a donkey and the other two gave Jamilla a gentile push on her shoulder. “Let’s go.†They said and the campgates opened.
Jamilla carried her cross through the narrow streets of the city. It wasnÂ’t very heavy but despite the early hour the sun was already shining hot. As she came closer to the crucifixion site, more and more people were watching and following her, yelling things at her. “Look at you, you stupid basterds,†Jamilla said to herself “ shouldnÂ’t you be working? No you just want to see me suffer, you want to hear me scream on the cross, you want to see the extreme fear in my eyes when they nail me to it. Well screw you! You think IÂ’m afraid but IÂ’m not, you think IÂ’ll beg them for mercy, beg them not to nail my feet, but youÂ’re wrong, wrong, wrong! I wonÂ’t. In fact IÂ’ll show you that it doesnÂ’t scare me, IÂ’ll show you how a proud girl faces her destiny!Ââ€
As she took the last turn to the marketplace, Jamilla felt this strange sensation in her underbelly. She knew she was walking her last few steps ever. On the market place, one of the soldiers gave the order to stop right in the middle of the square. She let her cross slip to the ground, took a few steps back and looked at the people that came to see her humiliation. One soldier held a hand on her shoulder and took back the wooden plate as the other one unpacked the gear. The third one began to declare her verdict and why she deserved it. During that time Jamilla realized that the strange feeling in her underbelly wasnÂ’t fear as she thought it was, but pleasure. Every single person on the square wanted to see her young, nude body exposed on the cross. She knew she turned on every man that came to see her today, but none of them would ever have her. She would remain an unreachable ideal forever. She knew she could give them a spectacle they would never forget, that would make every other women look like durt.
Right now Jamilla realized that her time had come. The third soldier reached the end of his speech.
Jamilla knew what she had to do, she would show the crowd she was not afraid. Quickly she slipped out of her sandals. Then she let her slavecloth fall of her shoulders, exposing her nude body. Slowly she walked towards the cross, looking at the soldiers. Then she turned around, looked at he crowd and went lying down on her cross. Before one of the soldiers could grab her, she placed both of her wrists on the crossbeam, waiting for the nails.
The soldier that was going to nail her held back his two accompagnons. “No, no, don’t grab her. I want to see if she really can take this.†Jamilla looked at him as he put the first heavy spike right on top of her wrist. There was no one holding her wrists in place, yet she did not pulled them away, when the soldier raised his hammer for the first blow. Jamilla looked closely as the point of the first nail was driven into her wrist. “Aagh!†The pain was more than unbearable, it didn’t just stay in her wrist. Like water spilled on a flat stone, the pain started to run in various directions, all through her body. Yet the nail had only cut a few muscles and flesh. Right now he was only pushing on her wristbones, slightly driving them apart. As much as Jamilla was suffering, she couldn’t move her arms. She could only watch how the hammer came down a second time. This time the nail crushed her wristbones. Jamilla could feel the couldnes of the steel against her bones. Again she could not hold back a short scream. The pain had now turned into a supernatural form of agony. One of the soldiers who was standing next to the cross, noticed how Jamilla was rubbing her beautiful bare feet over the sand in a useless attempt to lighten the pain. Although the nail hadn’t reached the beam yet, she managed to keep her tortured wrist in place. Her most beautiful body was already covered with sweat when the hammer came down for the third time. Finally the nail came out of her wrist again and made his first contact with the crossbeam. Jamilla felt a bit relieved because she thought the wrist part was over. Once the nail was through, it would be easier to bare. But she was wrong. The hardness of the wood made it very hard to finish the job. The executioner needed six more blows to get her wrist fully nailed to the beam, every blow causing Jamilla more and more pain in addition to the already unbearable agony…
At the first blow, Jamilla had pulled back her second wrist. “Aagh!†A short scream escaped her mouth every time the nail went deeper. Finally the last blow was given and the executioner stood up. Shortly he admired his work, then he walked over to the other side of the beam to nail her other wrist. Jamilla didn’t know how she did it, but she had managed not to cry. Although only one of the four nails was in place, she was already covered with sweat. She looked at her unnailed wrist once more, then she placed it on the crossbeam as she saw the executioner approached with the second nail. He looked at her beautiful young face while he went across her wrist with his fingers to locate the bones. When he found the right spot, he place the nail on it, held his hammer high up in the sky. Then he waited for a moment to see if Jamilla really wouldn’t pull down her arm now that she knew what it felt like to have one nailed wrist. Then he started his horrible job.
Jamilla thought she knew what she had to expect, but no one could ever get used to a sudden explosion of pure pain like that. Again her short screams filled the air, again her beautiful bare feet rubbed against the sand, but yet the agony seemed like at least a thousand times worse. Again she felt how the nail crushed some of her bones and drove others apart. It was in this pure sensation of nothing-but-absolute-agony- that Jamilla realized something strange. With every blow she screamed her little “AaAgh’s†as a message to every one on the square that she couldn’t take it any more. But now she realized, as her pain reached a new, horrible peak with every other blow that she wanted more. Though the agony made it quite impossible to keep her wrist in place, as long as the nail hadn’t pinned it to the wood, Jamilla realized she was able to do so, because she loved it. From this moment one, she could kill and love the executioner for what he was doing to her at the same time. She hated and admired him because he was able of hurting her like this. Though her agony reached unknown hights with every blow, she couldn’t wait for the next one. She watched closely how the nail disappeared deeper into her wrist and into the wood. When the executioner stood up after the nailing, Jamilla felt relieved and disappointed at the same time.
Jamilla looked at her beautiful nude body as the soldiers made preparations to pull up the cross. With her arms spread out like this above her head and her legs a bit opened to feel the sand under her feet for the last time, both her beautiful full breasts and pubic were exposed to the crowd. Yet Jamilla felt no shame, she felt only pain and a deep desire for more pain. Two soldiers were tying ropes to both ends of the crossbeam while the third one was placing some small pieces of wood at the bottom of the longpole so that the cross wouldnÂ’t slide over the sand when they tried to raise it. Then they attached the ropes to their donkey as well. Then the executioner kneeled down at JamillaÂ’s feet. He grabbed them by the ankles and measured the length of her legs. He placed her feet on the longpole, right next to each other, so that her legs were slightly bent. He looked at it, changed the pose a bit, released her feet and carved a little bit of wood out of the pole, where he wanted her feet to be when he nailed them. Jamilla had observed his actions very well. For a moment she thought he was going to nail her feet before they raised the cross. She had loved the feeling of his hand around her feet. The two soldiers made the donkey pull up the cross while the executioner made sure the longpole would slip into the hole that was dug for it. As they raised her cross and her feet left the ground for the last time, Jamilla felt how her weight was no longer carried by the thin longpole but only by the two spikes that pierced her wrists. She had to scream. Little yelps of both extreme agony and pleasure escaped her mouth while the donkey was raising her cross. As her cross was almost in a complete vertical position, Jamilla spotted the carve made by the executioner to indicate the intended position of her feet. While the soldiers were making sure the cross wouldnÂ’t fall back if they cut the ropes, Jamilla tried out her final footpose. With her feet against the longpole and her legs slightly opened because of the roundness of the longole, she decided that it was both a humiliating and an elegant pose. Jamilla looked at her elegant ankles and her adorable toes. Soon her most beautiful feet would be nailed. To feel once more the pain of really hanging on a cross, she moved her legs away from the longpole, so that they were just hanging on either side of it. Now the executioner placed his ladder against the cross and climbed up to fulfill his duty.
As the executioner reached the final step of the ladder, Jamilla lowered her left foot and placed it right on the spot the executioner wanted it to be. He put the nail right on the most central spot of her foot, slightly adapted its pose so that the toes were really pointing towards the ground. Then he began the nailing. Once again Jamilla experienced a wave of fresh agony running through her body. Again she felt how the nail pushed against the bones of her foot and crushed them with the second blow. Again she let out her little yells every time the nail went a bit deeper. Even when the nail entered the wood after the third blow, she didnÂ’t dare to put any weight on it. Her foot was causing her the same amount of agony as both her wrists. Oooh, she loved crucifixion right now; She thanked the people that invented this heavenly torture from the bottom of her heart as the final blows were given. As the executioner finished the nailing of her left foot, Jamilla felt a bit sad. Now her other foot was the only thing left. After that, her agony would slowly fade away Â… So she put her other foot right next to her nailed one. The executioner brought out the last nail. Jamilla closed her eyes as her bully raised his hammer. Very intensely she tried to analyze the waves of pain that were caused by the final spike. As the bones of her right foot were crushed she couldnÂ’t hold back a small yelp. Also when she felt how the nail tore the skin of here sole apart, she simply had to release a little “ Ãâ€ah!†As the nail was driven further into her foot and the wood of the longpole, Jamilla first realized she was being put to death in the most cruel, horrible and agonizing way known in the whole of the Roman Empire, and that she just loved it. The soldier smashed the nail a bit deeper for the last time. Then he went down a few steps and nailed the wooden plate that quoted JamillÂ’s crime, name and age to the longpole, right underneath her beautiful, nailed feet. “Jamilla, twenty one year old, blonde slave, murder, theft and arson.†Then he stepped down, took away his ladder and together with one of his fellows he went back to the camp. The third one staid to guard Jamilla so that no one would get her down of there.
Although it had seamed a lot longer, her crucifixion had only taken half an hour. Now most of the spectators resumed their work on the market. For Jamilla, the real horror of crucifixion was about to begin. Right now she realized that the pain in her wrists became too much to bare, even for someone who loved it, so Jamilla had to push up on her feet. Putting her entire weight on the nails piercing her feet caused her a wonderful amount of pain, yet she had to let go, if she didn’t want to faint, and she fell back on her wrists. But very soon, again, the pain in her wrists forced her to retry the push up. The Romans had spiked her in a very ingenious way. By bending her legs just a little bit, Jamilla had to face the problem where to put her weight, but she couldn’t suffocate that easy. As she looked around to see what the other people who had watched her crucifixion were doing, Jamilla spotted her sandals and clothes still lying on the ground where she left them. Some people were still looking at her, pointing out to each other how well she was nailed. Jamilla herself was also admiring the work of her bully. While she was at it, she saw that she wasn’t bleeding as much as she thought. The only blood Yamilla saw was the blood that had run out of the wounds when the nails were still driven in. Meanwhile the soldier that staid behind walked over to the fountain and took a drink. He didn’t return to the cross but went strait to one of the stalls on the market. He decided to watch over her from there, in the shadow. On the cross, Jamilla was exposed to the sun. Very slowly her bronzed skin was burning. As she saw the guard take a drink, Jamilla became aware of her own thirst. She wondered whether she could ask for some water as well. After a while her thirst became so big she decided to risk it. “Can…can I have some water to, please…?†she moaned. The guard fulfilled her request and put a cup filled with water on the top of his spear. Jamilla drunk it all and asked for more several times, especially around noon when the sun was burning every drop of liquid out of her.
Jamilla now realized that the pain wasn’t fading away at all. She didn’t know why but the spikes kept hurting her as much as they did when they were driven into place. She looked once more to the nails piercing her body. As she could clearly feel, al four of them were smashed through some bones. “I wonder…†she thought. Jamilla tried to move her fingers, but some of them didn’t react to her command. Also her toes weren’t completely movable. The sight of the spikes entering her feet and wrists fascinated her. Jamilla tried to reach the head of the nails in her wrists. Her fingers could only touch the top of the nails.
As the sun went down and the market became empty, Jamilla first realized she would never leave her cross again. Even her corpse would be left up there after she died. She wondered what it would be like, if she died. Would she pass out and never awake again? She didnÂ’t know.
JamillaÂ’s first night on the cross was filled with agony. There was now way of getting some sleep up there. If the pain didnÂ’t keep her awake, then the coldness of the night would make sure she didnÂ’t sleep. The hours passed slowly, way to slowly, but when Jamilla finally thought she was used to it, the first rays of sunlight announced a new dayÂ….
As the market became crowded again, people returned to her cross to see how she was doing. "You 're realy enjoying this, aren't you?" Jamilla mannaged to ask her public. Ofcourse they did. "Guess what," Jamilla moaned as a reply, "so do I..."
According to some spectators who had seen a few crucifixions already, Jamilla was “dancing†real nice. She was pushing herself up on the spikes piercing her feet and falling back on her wrists al the time. Even if she didn’t had to push up to get some fresh air, she still forced herself to do so. It largely increased her pain. It was her second day on the cross, but Jamilla felt far from exhausted. Now she knew why she hadn’t been raped or whipped: If she were still strong when they nailed her to her cross, she would last longer. Once again Jamilla looked at her beautiful body. The nails fascinated her, how they disappeared in her wrists and feet. Only four nails, but they put her in hell. Right now the thought crossed her mind that despite of the fact that she had been drinking quite a lot yesterday, she didn’t have to pee. The sun burned away every single drop of liquid, even the water from the fountain. In the afternoon, Jamilla felt how she was becoming weaker and weaker, how the pain slowly faded. Right now she wished she could live through it al again, from the cell, to the first nail, the moment of triumph when she exposed her completely nude body to the overwhelmed crowd, the nailing of her wrists and feet, her complete crucifixion. Later that day Jamilla lost conscience. She didn’t saw how a rich salesman paid of the guarding soldier and ordered his men to get Jamilla down from her cross. She didn’t even realized the nails were pulled out.
Jamilla looked out of the window as the sun came up. Six months had passed since her crucifixion. Her wounds had completely healed. The salesman had dropped her of at one of his houses in a small village while she was still unconscious. An other girl slave had told her everything. She had never seen him until now. He was standing in the inner yard, saying goodbye to someone. Then he entered Jamilla’s room. “You’re so beautiful†he said. “You’re so beautiful that you can ask me anything. Ask me and I’ll do it!†Jamilla looked at him as he touched her face. “Well, there is one thing you could do…†She answered.
Later that morning, the entire village watched how Jamilla publicly undressed herself. Completely nude, she walked over to the cross and went lying down on it. She smiled at the salesman as he approached with the hammer and the nails. “Nail me!†she said.
By MariusZebo
and number two: ( keep reading, it's not what you think )
IMPORTANT NOTE: This story is fictionnal. All possible likeness to reality, people or events that really exist or existed is based on pure coincidence. This story is the property of its author. Passing this story on to others, or publishing it in any way without permission of the author,MariusZebo, is illegal.
memoires of a representative
The strangest thing that ever happened to me
By Eric Saunders
I have tried to keep this silent and hidden for several years now, hoping against hope that somehow I could mannage to forget. But it's time that I finaly face the facts: I haven't, nor will I ever be able to whipe out the memories of June 7th 'till June 14th 2001.
Maybe writing it down and making the world know, will make me wake up from this nightmare. Please let it be so...
My name is Eric Saunders and I'm a representative for a small firm up state. My job get's me about anywhere in the country, as I am the guy that needs to pay our new costumers a visit, each time they ask for it. On June first 2001 I got to do a job in a little town called Ogden Ville, Montana. The job itself was quite easily done, yet it will remain in my memory forever. As I drove back to the airport at 9 a.am. on June 6th, nothing indicated the horror that was about to happen. It was a sunny day, and not a single car in sight. After half an hour I spotted a mini-van just next to the road. Just after that I saw the girl, and she saw me. Immediatly she made signs that I should pull over. Normally I would have driven strade on, but as this was by far one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen, I couldn't resist. I stopped an lowered the window.
"Hi, we've got some trouble ith the van, would you be so kind to help us out? Girls and car engines you know..." Having her standing next to me she looked absolutely gorgious. I got out of the car and walked over to the van. It was only then that I saw the other four. I could have sworn that a ran into a bikiniteam as all of them were beautygoddesses. For a second or ten I was in heaven.
"So what's the problem, then ?" The answer to my question never came. One of the girls pulled out a gun. "Get in the van!" Before I could react someone hit me on the back of my head.
The trip with the van is a complete blur. When I woke up I found myself strapped into a chair in some motelroom, the place I cannot tell. All five of the girls, or should I say kidnappers, were sitting on the bed looking at me. "Nice to see you're still alave. We still need you, you know." One of the two brunettes, she just spoke to me, walked over to my chair. "Now that you are officially our prisoner it's time we introduce ourselves. I'm Cinthya and these are Amie, Ashley, - two blonds - Jill - the other brunette - and Audrey - she had black hair ( I think she was latino ). In a way you could call us party entertainers. And who are you, ...Eric...? At this time I realised she was holding my wallet.
-"I'm just a representative of a small firm, and they won't pay a randsom!"
-"Ow, but Eric, who ever said we wanted a randsom? We just need you.
-" What the hell for!?" I should have been scared, but I'm ashamed to say that I wasn't. seeing five of these "party entertainers, although I pictured them as bikinimodels, I could only feel exitment.
-"Well, we need you for the entertainment on a party, that's all you need to know for now. You're going to stay here for the night. we'll just be next door, but Amie here will keep you company." The other four girls left the room while Amie remained seated on the bed just looking at me. Looking at her she couldn't be much over 20, and that seemed a bit to young to be involved in a kidnapping like this. Maybe I could hear her out.
-"Do your parents know that you're not attending classes like you should be?"
-"I'm 21, just like the rest, we gave up school a long time ago. As for our parents, they think we're dead."
-"Your parents think you're dead!?"
-" We ran away from home four years ago. Just last year we published out own death notices and they bought it."
-"Why would you want to do that?"
-"You ask to many questions, in fact may be I should start asking some... Do you think we' re pretty?" She went into the drawer next to the bed and showed me some pics of her and the rest of the girls in kinky outfits and poses. "I'm dealing with hardcore feminists that want to avenge a rape!!" I thought. "They want to see how long I can be with them without wanting to sleep and have sex with them! They can't find the rapist so they take the first guy that comes along and turn him into a horney beast so they can believe he's a basterd an kill him." Yet my answer was
-"Well ya, you are ..."
-"Good." She cut the straps that held me to the chair and put me on one of the to queen size beds. She closed the curtains and went into the bathroom. despite of all the commotion that day and the fact that I still had my hands and legs couffed together, I fell asleep before Amie returned from the bathroom.
-"Are you awake?" I was staring at the ceiling in the middle of the night when Amie suddenly asked it.
-" Yep." I heard her getting up and suddenly I felt something against my arm. When I watched to check what it was, Amie was lying on my bed turned towards me resting on her arms.
"I think you should know, we're gonna do a very big spectacle spectacle tomorrow, you know., and appart from us, you're gonna have the best part in it. "
-"And what spectacle might that be?" I was already seeing things like ritual rapist-killings and stuff like that. Despite of the upmost sexy appearence of Amie right next to me I was starting to get very scared...
-"We're gonna do a big crucifixion party and since nobody volunteerd for your role, we had to abduct you.You'll see it's gonna be so great!" As Amie was filled with anticipation, I was no longer filled with fear, I was filled with compite terror.
-"Any chance we could NOT go to that party?"
-"Are you nuts !? We've been dreaming of this, and planning this for about six months now; There's no way we're calling it off!" She must have spotted some of the massive amount of terror in my voice because she tucked her in very close to me, putting her arms around my chest. " There's no need to worry, I know you're gonna do just great." I think I must have been shivvering in fear then. Not even the fact that a top class pin-up model like Amie was sleeping next to me, almost completely naked and above the sheets, couldn't ease my mind.
The next morning I had to get up very early. The other girls returned to our room and I got to eat a very small breakfast, of wich I thought it was gonna be my last. After that we drove off. In the van the girls were constantly whispering to eachother. Suddenly Jill turned around to me. -"So Amie here as told you everything no? Well, since you now then, how important this is for us, you better not fuck it up. And if you do, we'll kill you in a way that is beyond your imagination." The girls were laughing now, I wasn't.
After quite a drive - we started driving at 7a.m. and stopped at half past nine - we left the main road and arrived at a large plain in the middle of nowhere. Yet it was crowded with people, cars and mobile-homes. Further on I could see lot's of tents, wich was exactly were we were going. While we were approaching the biggest tent, the girls were saying hi to almost all of the people we came accross. They all seemed to know eachother, I didn't know anybody there.
When we got inside the big tent, I saw that it was divided into different rooms. We were greeted by a man in a very expensive costume, who seemed to be in charge. "Hi Larry, we"ve got ourselves THE guy, you take care of him now while we go change" Audrey said, and they disappearde in one of the side compartiments of the tent. "So you're the guy" Larry said, "I'd never want to be you, anyway, you should change too." He uncuffed me and pushed me in another side compartiment. There I found what appeared to be some ancient, semi militaristic clothing. It took me a while but I finally got it on with the "help" of Larry. As we left the dressing room throuhg the other side, we came in to a bigger room where the girls were already waiting. If they weren't going to crucify me, I would have been in heaven: all of them were dressed up as sexy amazons or something. Very tiny ancient skirts and tops, and those ancient sandals with leather strips up to your knees. Kinky, very kinky and far better than the best of pictures in any nude-magazine I had ever seen.
"Alright, listen up!" Larry said. " In about fifteen minutes you're gonna walk out of this tent and follow the road up the hill. As you'll get there, everything will be in place. First you do the wrists, then you raise the cross, and after that you nail the feet. That's the standard procedure. You - he was pointing at me now - will walk in front of the girls. Once you get up there, your part will be pretty obvious. Any questions? - this was to all of us again - "Can you just take the nails and the hamer? We're not going to need any ropes." Ashley said.
-"No ropes, are you sure?" Larry asked?
-"Absolutely, tying up first is for losers." the girls said.
We left the tent, me up front as was said - I didn't forgot what they said about killing me in a way beyond imagination if I fucked up, although it couldn't be much worse than this - alwalking along the dusty road at 10:30 a.m. Along the entire road people were folowing us, taking pictures and taping the event.apparently I wasn't the only one that thought that the girls were hot. I don't know how I did it but I walked up the hill seamingly without fear.
When we arrived at the top, I saw four other very nervous guys dressed up like me and five crosses lying down on the sand, at least I wasn't going to be alone. The girls went standing on a line so that the public could see them all very well. They were realy enjoying this. And for a moment, so was I : The slight wind playing with their hair, the sunlight reflecting on their bronzed skin, it was like watching a five star soft-erotic movie, only better. Then first Audrey adresses the public then one of the other guys did the same. Both spoke in a strange language that I didn't know, probably latin. The only things that I could understand were "cruciare" and mortiis" wich ment something like "crucify" and "death". Anyway, I knew what was going to happen so... I looked at the crosses in front of me. Three were just simple crosses with four nails next to each of them. One simple cross had only three nails next to it, and the fifth cross had to crossbeams one on top like you would expect, and one closer to the bottom. The victim would probably be streched out in an X-shape to fit on that one. I really didn't know wich cross I' d prefer. The guy that had been talking was ready now, and another guy, who stood right behind me said " walk over to the far left cross, it's your turn now." In a kind of trance I managed to walk over to the cross. As I reached it I saw that Jill had followed me. We looked at eachother. Jill was smiling mysteriously, her face filled with anticipation and exitment. As I wanted to start undressing myself - there wasn't any use in resisting, the place was packed with people that, apparently, wanted to see five guys on a cross - I saw how Jill started stripping of her clothes. She started with her sandals and went on with her top. Then she gave me and the crowd a sedusive smile and lowered her barbaric hipcloth. Then, being butnaked, she got in position on, what now turned out to be, her cross. As she looked back to me once more she said "standard procedure please..." She went lying down and put her firts wrist on the crossbeam. There she was lying down naked on a cross waiting to be nailed... by me.
At first I didn't want to, but all of a sudden within one second my mind turned over. Who do these people think they are? They abduct me, abuse me and now they want me to torture them! In fact I should punish them as hard as I could, and by any means did I have the opportunity now. So I picked up the hammer and the first nail. I put the nail on her wrist, just under the bone. "Higher.." Jill said "You need to put the nail on the bone, exactly between hand and arm." I didn't say anything and did what she asked. "Good" she said, "now it 'll hurt more." I ignored this rather strange comment and raised the hammer up in the air.
As I made it come down I realised that nobody was holding Jill's wrist in place. When the nailpoint entered her flesh, her back arched. She threw her head in her neck so that only her but and the top of her head were toutching the cross. Her wrist staid in place. With her other hand she grabbed the other side of the crossbeam. Then she fell back on the cross. I waited a moment and hit the nail a second time. Again she arched her back and again did she yelp a short " Ahg!" She was really sweating and breathing deeply now. "Go on!" she gasped, "go on!" And on I went. I needed about seven more blows to finish the job on her first wrist. During that time, aswell during the nailing of her other wrist - wich she put in place herself as well - , Jill was twisting and turning on her cross. Arching her back and shreaking, releasing constant yelps. Begging me not to stop. It was a strange medley of fear, pain and above all the pleasure of seeing her dream come true. I do not exagerate if I say that even during the nailing she was loving it. when I was done nailing her wrists, she was lying down on her cross, her arms spread out above her head, gasping and smiling at the same time. With her arms spread out like that, her tits were a real joy to look at. Nice, firm, big tits, completely exposed.
Now the other four guys came into action aswell. They raised the cross as I stood and watched. Jill started yelping and gasping again as her weight was hanging on both of her pierced wrists instead of being supported by the rather thin crossbeam. Then it was my turn again. A short ladder was placed against the longpole (this was also a rather thin piece of wood aswell), and I went up to nail her feet. As Jill saw me climbing up the ladder she lowered her left foot and brought it in to place. "You need to slightly bend her leg so she will have to choose where to put her weight: on her feet or on her wrists. She'll last longer that way." one of the other four guys said, as he handed me my hammer and an other nail. "Ohw, yeah" Jill gasped " Do as he sais and make... me suffer.." So I put the nail on the most central spot of her beautifully shaped foot and started the job. The nails were real massive steel spikes, about 0,8 inches thick and 8 inches long. Again she tried to escape the pain by twisting and turning, but she kept her bronzed foot in place as I nailed it. Instead of just uttering screams now, she gasped " more!" with every blow, although it was quite obvious she was in the most terrible agony you could ever imagine. When I finished her left foot, she put her right one right next to it. Despite of the unbearable pain she kept it still as I put the last nail on top of it. One final time Jill started yelping and gasping at the horrible feeling of a massive spike entering her flesh, crushing bones and piercing skin. When I gave the final blow, I could almost swear that she had an orgasm. As Jill saw me climbing down the ladder she thanked me for having been her most cruel bully and having her put in this kind of unsupportable agony. Only afterwards did I realise how strange that was. She was hanging on a cross now, butnaked and nailed through wrists and feet; but the worst part was that she liked it even more than the crowd that was watching. "One up, four to go!" said one of the four guys that I was working with.
Now Audrey walked over to the cross with the two beams. After one of the guys gave me a push, so did I. Like Jill, she undressed and lied down on the cross. The nailing of her wrists was pretty much the same as Jill's. Only Audrey didn't dare to look at what I was doing to her. Also she was slightly sobbing, but when I stopped for a moment because I thougth she might have changed her mind, she asked me to continue. Her cross was raised as well. When I had to nail her first foot, she placed it as far to the side of the beam as possible, leaving her a little room to bend her leg. Instead of placing her foot on top of the beam, she pressed it against the frontside. Like this, she would also be standing on the nails if she put the weight on her feet. I don't know how she mannaged not to kick me with her free leg while I nailed her left foot to the beam. After having one foot nailed, she really had some trouble keeping the other one in place, stretched out as she was. During the nailing of both her feet, I couldn't stop noticing her whispering in between the gasps: "HooOOoow yes, OOooOOow yEeAhH,...." Despite of the pain she was smiling when I finished the nailing.
After Audrey, it was Ashley's turn. I had to nail her to one of the normal crosses with four nails. She stripped naked, but instead of lying down on the cross she sat down, saying " One foot first, please..." As she placed her foot on the longpole, someone from the crowd shouted " awsome boobs!" As a reply she put her hands under her tits and shaked them, giving a kiss to the air as the person who shouted it was too far away. Then she reclined and leaning on her underarms she looked at me. Breafly she rubbed her foot over the beam. "Come on now, I wanna get nailed!" she smiled, as if she had to seduce me to do it. She watched carefully as I placed the nail on her most adorable foot. Then I started nailing. Ashley had to release a very gasping "AaGh!" every time the nail went deeper. Like the two other girls, she curved her back. After that foot, she went lying down completely and placed her wrists on the beam. They were shivering, but as it was very warm that day it wasn't from the cold but from the pain. Again she looked at me when I placed the nail on her wrist. "Do it... like my foot... its marve- marvellously painfull... like that..." she gasped. During the nailing of her wrists she swore by god that I was the "damn best executionner in the world" as the pain I put her in was " fabulously agonizing". After the raised her cross, I nailed her other foot while she kept on enjoying her own torture.
The next girl was Cinthya. She had the cross with only three nails next to it. Instead of just undressing she did a sensual striptease, and with some kind of elegant dance moves, she took position on her cross. During all that she kept on looking at me with that seducive, volouptious look of hers. "Be cross with me!" she said as she spread out her arms on the crossbeam. Cinthya kept looking me in the eyes while I was nailing her wrists to the beam. Even during her gasps and back-curving she couldn't keep her eyes of me. "Hurt me more, hurt me more, ..." she kept moaning, and as they rose her cross, " lovely, lovely pain..." When it was my turn again she placed her left foot on the longpole and carefully placed her right foot upon her left one. The nail for her feet was about one foot long. I placed it on top of her feet and started the job. As the nail made its way through her feet, the right one first, then the left one, Cinthya moaned and gasped in pure agony. As I gave the final blow, the nail was strill sticking out a bit, but I didn't mind. "One more blow, oow please, hit it once more...!" She begged me. GhaAh! Cinthya gasped once more as I fullfilled her request.
Amie was the only girl left now and she walked to the last cross; a normal one with four nails. As I waited at her cross, she came towards me. "Undress me!" She said. I had to strip of her top and her hipcloth. Se did not resist. Then she took of her sandals and went to her cross. As she turned around I could see that she had shaved her pussy in a very specific way: very thin except for two knots at the top left and right. The shape of a cross. "didn't I tell you it was gonna be great?" She asked me while she got in position, waiting for the nails to give her her desired pain. "WaaGh" She gasped as the first nail entered her wrist. Even being crucified all of them still got this sexy perfume over them, like the enjoyed it as much as sex. She kept on shocking in a very sensual way. "You 're good, she moaned, as I finished her second wrist. They raised her cross and I got to nail the final pair of feet. The first foot was no different than the others. When she offered me her right foot, she wanted me to take of her ankle bracelet. After that I had to nail it " before it got jeallous of the other foot." Meanwhile the other four guys had put up a tent close to the crosses. As I joined them under the tentsheet into the shadow, I noticed the little medallion attached to the bracelet. "For the best bully in the world, with love, A.C.A.J.A."
Soon after that larry joined us in the tent. "You looked possessed with terror when you left, back then. You know that!?"
-"I thought that THEY were gonna nail ME!" I said. "They said they couldn't find a volunteer for my part, so they had to kidnap me!"
Larry started laughing. "Good heavens no! They just ment they couldn't find an executionner. After all if they die up there, you committed five murders, like I said before, I don't wonna be you, you see?"
-"IF they die up there?"I asked, "what does that mean, you' re gonna leave them there to die? You' re not telling me that they offered themselves to be crucified knowing they 'd die!"
-"Well, in a way you see, they want the audience to decide that, so we 're gonna do a poll in about five hours.
-"Right, that's it, get me my clothes! I'm going to the police, you can't do that!"
-"Hey there, I did nothing, nor did anyone else here; YOU nailed them remember?" "But anyway, I thought something like this might happen. So walk with me." We went down to the big tent where we started. Larry got out a briefcase. When he opened it, High value dollar bills were staring me in the face. "Will this be what it takes to shut you up for the comming weak? It's about 30 million dollars U.S."
I stood ther and I watched, dazzled by the money.I wanted to say how sick this all was, but greed got the upper hand in me and I kept silent. "Good boy!" Larry said. "Now come back up and enjoy the rest of the show with me.
We watched all day how the five girls that I nailed were " dancing" on their crosses. For most of the people it was a very erotic sight, as they were snapping and filming away.Even now, all of the girls were enjoying the attention and the crucifixion. At 4 p.m. we got to fill in a form for the poll.
How long must they be nailed?
Get them of now
Get them of at dusk
Leave them ther for 24 hours
Leave them there for 72 hours
Leave them there to die
encircle the option of your choise
The girls themselves got to choose aswell. They all choose to stay there at least 72 hours, but if the crowd wanted them to die, they said they wouldn't protest. What the public wanted would be known only an hour later.
"In about five minutes we'll know what the people want." Larry said. "I understand if you don't wonna know, so if you want you can take your money and leave."
-"What if I drive streight to the cops and tell them everything?"
-"We' ll deny everything. You abducted the girls, and nailed them. Officially all of us are having a party up north, so we provide our own alliby, as for you, you have none. If you keep this silent, I'll arrannge for a couple of people to say that you were at our party too, if you ever get in trouble for this."
So I took my money and I left. Somehow they had mannaged to recover my car. I never spoke to anybody about this. Not for three years. But now I must as most recently I got a letter most mysteriously.
Dear Eric,
you were wonderfull last time. That's why we ask you ( there'll be a royal reward )
to come to Florida. We' re waiting to be nailed to the cross once more......private this time.
Just you, us and the nails
Love,
A.C.A.J.A.
P.S. You get to choose wheather we die or not this time...
'cause we'd realy want to for you.
by MariusZebo
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