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The woman stumbled over a rough patch of earth, nearly falling again under her heavy load.

Her wrists and upper arms were tied to a thick wooden beam, which she had been forced to carry from the whipping yard, out of the city gate and up a steep hill.

The soldier at the head of the procession ordered a halt, giving her a chance to finally look up to focus on something other than trying not to fall.

Several longer wooden beams were embedded permanently the ground atop the hill, men working around them with ropes hurriedly.

The woman had never seen a crucifixion before, and wasn't entirely sure what it entailed. She knew it wasn't pleasant, after all, being killed seldom was.

She felt her legs weaken at the thought of death. She tried to stay strong, not to give her captors any satisfaction no matter what they did to her, but each passing moment grew the cold fear inside her that she would buckle when she needed to stay strong the most.

The head soldier approached her, and unceremoniously shoved her by the chest.

Caught off guard, she fell backwards, the heavy weight of the beam tied to her betraying her sense of balance.

She breathed out forcefully as she crashed into the rocky earth, a technique taught to all warriors of her community to prevent being winded in battle. It did little to prevent the fire she felt from the whip wounds on her back underneath her torn clothing.

A man appeared, bearing a mallet and several long, thick spikes. She felt a flutter of fear in her stomach, wondering for a moment just what the spikes were for.

She didn't wonder long, another man appeared to hold her legs down while the first positioned a spike against her wrist, raising the mallet.

She opened her mouth to protest, for all the good it would have done since she spoke a different language than the men, but the mallet fell quickly, driving the nail deep into her wrist and the beam behind.

Her would be protest turned into a scream, and her legs would have flailed wildly if not for the man holding them. She thrust her pelvis into the air, the only part of herself she could move with her arms tied and feet held.

The man struck again and then a third time, until the head of the spike rested just above her wrist.

Her lower half collapsed, and she tried to get her voice under control, breathing heavily.

The mallet man moved to the other wrist, and she twisted her head toward him, cursing him in her language. He ignored her, setting the spike against her other wrist and without delay, raised the mallet and struck again.

Again she screamed, mind a white haze from the pain of her wrist being violated so. Again her body jerked to and fro involuntarily, the man holding her legs scowling in effort to keep her under control.

The mallet man finished the nailing, and turned to slap the woman across the face. Her scream caught in her throat, and her head swam for a few moments.

Once she regained herself, she looked to one wrist, and then the other, hardly believing that the animals had nailed her to wood. The man holding her legs released them, stepped over to the beam she had been nailed to, and cut the ropes that had secured her wrists.

He left the ones that held her forearms, striding away, leaving her alone to suffer the pain of her wrists.

She stared up at the sky, oblivious to it and the sounds of the men working in the background. Every time she attempted to think of something else, the spikes found a way to remind her that they were still there.

Suddenly there was a jerk, and she yelped, the beam below her becoming airborne.

She quickly forced her legs below her into a crouch, two men one at either end of the beam lifting it, and her, up.

They continued to raise it until she was standing fully, then walked her backwards.

She stumbled blindly, powerless to do anything other than go where they led her, her wrists betraying her mind and letting her think of nothing else.

She felt a thump and gasped, the pain travelling up her forearms.

The men fed a rope behind her arms in either side of the beam, tossing it to other men waiting atop ladders resting against the upright.

The woman winced as her wrists calmed a bit, the lead soldier once again approaching her. He said something loudly in his language, addressing the small crowd of people that had gathered to watch them kill her.

Then he reached out, grasped the dirty rags that her her clothing, and yanked hard. They tore, having already been sliced open in the back by the flogging she had received, and they fell to reveal her breasts and upper torso.

She felt her face flush, suddenly aware of something other than pain

Humiliation.

The soldier nodded then to the men, who proceeded to pull on the ropes.

The woman felt her weight bear down on her wrists, the pain biting into her worse than ever before, and she let out something between a gasp and a groan as she was lifted from her feet, dragged into the air by the beam she had been nailed to.

Her feet dangled as the men pulled again and again, pulling her slightly higher each time until there was a thud.

She tried to find footing on the upright beam as the men pulled the ropes through, the beam she had been nailed to solidly attached to the upright after falling into a slot made for it.

She felt hands grab her feet, a rope being looped and tied around them, men coming up behind and lifting her away from the wood she was nailed to.

A small wooden piece with an edge facing up was pounded into a slot below her, before she was unceremoniously dropped back against the upright.

The wooden piece dug into the small of her back as the men pulled her tied feet tight against the beam, wrapping the rope around it several times.

Mallet man returned, one spike in hand and another in his mouth.

Without pause he placed a spike against one of her feet and drove it in.

Her attention snapped away from her wrists to her feet, and she screamed anew as the man nailed her feet mercilessly to the wood.

Once he had finished, he cut the ropes binding her feet, leaving her no support save for the injured ends of her limbs.

Her screams sputtered out into gasps of pain and disbelief, as she found she had difficulty breathing.

In a bit of panic, she pushed on the spikes in her feet and pulled on the ones in her wrists, moving in the only way she now could. As she raised herself, breathing became easier but pain intensified several fold.

She held it for as long as she could, before it was too much and she sunk back down, the wooden piece still jabbing her in the back.

Somewhere in her cloudy thoughts she wondered if she could sit on the protrusion to breathe, while the soldier approached her once again. He turned and addressed the crowd, motioning to her defeated form and causing her to flush once again as she realised her torso was bare.

She realized she was thankful for the loincloth she had, right before the soldier reached up and yanked it roughly away, causing her bare ass to smack back into the beam and exposing her sex to the growing crowd.

They cheered as she looked down past her breasts to her full nakedness, warriors of her tribe shaved before battle as a matter of ritual. She had not even hair to hide her from the eyes of the crowd and the men that had done this to her.

She felt tears spring to her eyes, and as much as she tried to will them away, she could not.

She was suffering, hurt for the pleasure of her enemy, and stripped naked, her body on display for any and all who would look.


She was defeated.
 
The woman stumbled over a rough patch of earth, nearly falling again under her heavy load.

Her wrists and upper arms were tied to a thick wooden beam, which she had been forced to carry from the whipping yard, out of the city gate and up a steep hill.

The soldier at the head of the procession ordered a halt, giving her a chance to finally look up to focus on something other than trying not to fall.

Several longer wooden beams were embedded permanently the ground atop the hill, men working around them with ropes hurriedly.

The woman had never seen a crucifixion before, and wasn't entirely sure what it entailed. She knew it wasn't pleasant, after all, being killed seldom was.

She felt her legs weaken at the thought of death. She tried to stay strong, not to give her captors any satisfaction no matter what they did to her, but each passing moment grew the cold fear inside her that she would buckle when she needed to stay strong the most.

The head soldier approached her, and unceremoniously shoved her by the chest.

Caught off guard, she fell backwards, the heavy weight of the beam tied to her betraying her sense of balance.

She breathed out forcefully as she crashed into the rocky earth, a technique taught to all warriors of her community to prevent being winded in battle. It did little to prevent the fire she felt from the whip wounds on her back underneath her torn clothing.

A man appeared, bearing a mallet and several long, thick spikes. She felt a flutter of fear in her stomach, wondering for a moment just what the spikes were for.

She didn't wonder long, another man appeared to hold her legs down while the first positioned a spike against her wrist, raising the mallet.

She opened her mouth to protest, for all the good it would have done since she spoke a different language than the men, but the mallet fell quickly, driving the nail deep into her wrist and the beam behind.

Her would be protest turned into a scream, and her legs would have flailed wildly if not for the man holding them. She thrust her pelvis into the air, the only part of herself she could move with her arms tied and feet held.

The man struck again and then a third time, until the head of the spike rested just above her wrist.

Her lower half collapsed, and she tried to get her voice under control, breathing heavily.

The mallet man moved to the other wrist, and she twisted her head toward him, cursing him in her language. He ignored her, setting the spike against her other wrist and without delay, raised the mallet and struck again.

Again she screamed, mind a white haze from the pain of her wrist being violated so. Again her body jerked to and fro involuntarily, the man holding her legs scowling in effort to keep her under control.

The mallet man finished the nailing, and turned to slap the woman across the face. Her scream caught in her throat, and her head swam for a few moments.

Once she regained herself, she looked to one wrist, and then the other, hardly believing that the animals had nailed her to wood. The man holding her legs released them, stepped over to the beam she had been nailed to, and cut the ropes that had secured her wrists.

He left the ones that held her forearms, striding away, leaving her alone to suffer the pain of her wrists.

She stared up at the sky, oblivious to it and the sounds of the men working in the background. Every time she attempted to think of something else, the spikes found a way to remind her that they were still there.

Suddenly there was a jerk, and she yelped, the beam below her becoming airborne.

She quickly forced her legs below her into a crouch, two men one at either end of the beam lifting it, and her, up.

They continued to raise it until she was standing fully, then walked her backwards.

She stumbled blindly, powerless to do anything other than go where they led her, her wrists betraying her mind and letting her think of nothing else.

She felt a thump and gasped, the pain travelling up her forearms.

The men fed a rope behind her arms in either side of the beam, tossing it to other men waiting atop ladders resting against the upright.

The woman winced as her wrists calmed a bit, the lead soldier once again approaching her. He said something loudly in his language, addressing the small crowd of people that had gathered to watch them kill her.

Then he reached out, grasped the dirty rags that her her clothing, and yanked hard. They tore, having already been sliced open in the back by the flogging she had received, and they fell to reveal her breasts and upper torso.

She felt her face flush, suddenly aware of something other than pain

Humiliation.

The soldier nodded then to the men, who proceeded to pull on the ropes.

The woman felt her weight bear down on her wrists, the pain biting into her worse than ever before, and she let out something between a gasp and a groan as she was lifted from her feet, dragged into the air by the beam she had been nailed to.

Her feet dangled as the men pulled again and again, pulling her slightly higher each time until there was a thud.

She tried to find footing on the upright beam as the men pulled the ropes through, the beam she had been nailed to solidly attached to the upright after falling into a slot made for it.

She felt hands grab her feet, a rope being looped and tied around them, men coming up behind and lifting her away from the wood she was nailed to.

A small wooden piece with an edge facing up was pounded into a slot below her, before she was unceremoniously dropped back against the upright.

The wooden piece dug into the small of her back as the men pulled her tied feet tight against the beam, wrapping the rope around it several times.

Mallet man returned, one spike in hand and another in his mouth.

Without pause he placed a spike against one of her feet and drove it in.

Her attention snapped away from her wrists to her feet, and she screamed anew as the man nailed her feet mercilessly to the wood.

Once he had finished, he cut the ropes binding her feet, leaving her no support save for the injured ends of her limbs.

Her screams sputtered out into gasps of pain and disbelief, as she found she had difficulty breathing.

In a bit of panic, she pushed on the spikes in her feet and pulled on the ones in her wrists, moving in the only way she now could. As she raised herself, breathing became easier but pain intensified several fold.

She held it for as long as she could, before it was too much and she sunk back down, the wooden piece still jabbing her in the back.

Somewhere in her cloudy thoughts she wondered if she could sit on the protrusion to breathe, while the soldier approached her once again. He turned and addressed the crowd, motioning to her defeated form and causing her to flush once again as she realised her torso was bare.

She realized she was thankful for the loincloth she had, right before the soldier reached up and yanked it roughly away, causing her bare ass to smack back into the beam and exposing her sex to the growing crowd.

They cheered as she looked down past her breasts to her full nakedness, warriors of her tribe shaved before battle as a matter of ritual. She had not even hair to hide her from the eyes of the crowd and the men that had done this to her.

She felt tears spring to her eyes, and as much as she tried to will them away, she could not.

She was suffering, hurt for the pleasure of her enemy, and stripped naked, her body on display for any and all who would look.


She was defeated.
A good vignette and welcome to the site!
 
The woman stumbled over a rough patch of earth, nearly falling again under her heavy load.
Superbly well written, Gurgie! :)
 
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The woman stumbled over a rough patch of earth, nearly falling again under her heavy load.

Her wrists and upper arms were tied to a thick wooden beam, which she had been forced to carry from the whipping yard, out of the city gate and up a steep hill.

The soldier at the head of the procession ordered a halt, giving her a chance to finally look up to focus on something other than trying not to fall.

Several longer wooden beams were embedded permanently the ground atop the hill, men working around them with ropes hurriedly.

The woman had never seen a crucifixion before, and wasn't entirely sure what it entailed. She knew it wasn't pleasant, after all, being killed seldom was.

She felt her legs weaken at the thought of death. She tried to stay strong, not to give her captors any satisfaction no matter what they did to her, but each passing moment grew the cold fear inside her that she would buckle when she needed to stay strong the most.

The head soldier approached her, and unceremoniously shoved her by the chest.

Caught off guard, she fell backwards, the heavy weight of the beam tied to her betraying her sense of balance.

She breathed out forcefully as she crashed into the rocky earth, a technique taught to all warriors of her community to prevent being winded in battle. It did little to prevent the fire she felt from the whip wounds on her back underneath her torn clothing.

A man appeared, bearing a mallet and several long, thick spikes. She felt a flutter of fear in her stomach, wondering for a moment just what the spikes were for.

She didn't wonder long, another man appeared to hold her legs down while the first positioned a spike against her wrist, raising the mallet.

She opened her mouth to protest, for all the good it would have done since she spoke a different language than the men, but the mallet fell quickly, driving the nail deep into her wrist and the beam behind.

Her would be protest turned into a scream, and her legs would have flailed wildly if not for the man holding them. She thrust her pelvis into the air, the only part of herself she could move with her arms tied and feet held.

The man struck again and then a third time, until the head of the spike rested just above her wrist.

Her lower half collapsed, and she tried to get her voice under control, breathing heavily.

The mallet man moved to the other wrist, and she twisted her head toward him, cursing him in her language. He ignored her, setting the spike against her other wrist and without delay, raised the mallet and struck again.

Again she screamed, mind a white haze from the pain of her wrist being violated so. Again her body jerked to and fro involuntarily, the man holding her legs scowling in effort to keep her under control.

The mallet man finished the nailing, and turned to slap the woman across the face. Her scream caught in her throat, and her head swam for a few moments.

Once she regained herself, she looked to one wrist, and then the other, hardly believing that the animals had nailed her to wood. The man holding her legs released them, stepped over to the beam she had been nailed to, and cut the ropes that had secured her wrists.

He left the ones that held her forearms, striding away, leaving her alone to suffer the pain of her wrists.

She stared up at the sky, oblivious to it and the sounds of the men working in the background. Every time she attempted to think of something else, the spikes found a way to remind her that they were still there.

Suddenly there was a jerk, and she yelped, the beam below her becoming airborne.

She quickly forced her legs below her into a crouch, two men one at either end of the beam lifting it, and her, up.

They continued to raise it until she was standing fully, then walked her backwards.

She stumbled blindly, powerless to do anything other than go where they led her, her wrists betraying her mind and letting her think of nothing else.

She felt a thump and gasped, the pain travelling up her forearms.

The men fed a rope behind her arms in either side of the beam, tossing it to other men waiting atop ladders resting against the upright.

The woman winced as her wrists calmed a bit, the lead soldier once again approaching her. He said something loudly in his language, addressing the small crowd of people that had gathered to watch them kill her.

Then he reached out, grasped the dirty rags that her her clothing, and yanked hard. They tore, having already been sliced open in the back by the flogging she had received, and they fell to reveal her breasts and upper torso.

She felt her face flush, suddenly aware of something other than pain

Humiliation.

The soldier nodded then to the men, who proceeded to pull on the ropes.

The woman felt her weight bear down on her wrists, the pain biting into her worse than ever before, and she let out something between a gasp and a groan as she was lifted from her feet, dragged into the air by the beam she had been nailed to.

Her feet dangled as the men pulled again and again, pulling her slightly higher each time until there was a thud.

She tried to find footing on the upright beam as the men pulled the ropes through, the beam she had been nailed to solidly attached to the upright after falling into a slot made for it.

She felt hands grab her feet, a rope being looped and tied around them, men coming up behind and lifting her away from the wood she was nailed to.

A small wooden piece with an edge facing up was pounded into a slot below her, before she was unceremoniously dropped back against the upright.

The wooden piece dug into the small of her back as the men pulled her tied feet tight against the beam, wrapping the rope around it several times.

Mallet man returned, one spike in hand and another in his mouth.

Without pause he placed a spike against one of her feet and drove it in.

Her attention snapped away from her wrists to her feet, and she screamed anew as the man nailed her feet mercilessly to the wood.

Once he had finished, he cut the ropes binding her feet, leaving her no support save for the injured ends of her limbs.

Her screams sputtered out into gasps of pain and disbelief, as she found she had difficulty breathing.

In a bit of panic, she pushed on the spikes in her feet and pulled on the ones in her wrists, moving in the only way she now could. As she raised herself, breathing became easier but pain intensified several fold.

She held it for as long as she could, before it was too much and she sunk back down, the wooden piece still jabbing her in the back.

Somewhere in her cloudy thoughts she wondered if she could sit on the protrusion to breathe, while the soldier approached her once again. He turned and addressed the crowd, motioning to her defeated form and causing her to flush once again as she realised her torso was bare.

She realized she was thankful for the loincloth she had, right before the soldier reached up and yanked it roughly away, causing her bare ass to smack back into the beam and exposing her sex to the growing crowd.

They cheered as she looked down past her breasts to her full nakedness, warriors of her tribe shaved before battle as a matter of ritual. She had not even hair to hide her from the eyes of the crowd and the men that had done this to her.

She felt tears spring to her eyes, and as much as she tried to will them away, she could not.

She was suffering, hurt for the pleasure of her enemy, and stripped naked, her body on display for any and all who would look.


She was defeated.

The first piece for the second Cruxer's Digest 2017.
 
They cheered as she looked down past her breasts to her full nakedness...the men that had done this to her.
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She felt tears spring to her eyes, and as much as she tried to will them away, she could not...She was defeated.
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Beautifully written short piece. It captures so well the bewilderment, humiliation, and emotional distress of the woman, faced with such dishonour and callousness.
:goodjob::clapping:
 
The woman stumbled over a rough patch of earth, nearly falling again under her heavy load.

Her wrists and upper arms were tied to a thick wooden beam, which she had been forced to carry from the whipping yard, out of the city gate and up a steep hill.

The soldier at the head of the procession ordered a halt, giving her a chance to finally look up to focus on something other than trying not to fall.

Several longer wooden beams were embedded permanently the ground atop the hill, men working around them with ropes hurriedly.

The woman had never seen a crucifixion before, and wasn't entirely sure what it entailed. She knew it wasn't pleasant, after all, being killed seldom was.

She felt her legs weaken at the thought of death. She tried to stay strong, not to give her captors any satisfaction no matter what they did to her, but each passing moment grew the cold fear inside her that she would buckle when she needed to stay strong the most.

The head soldier approached her, and unceremoniously shoved her by the chest.

Caught off guard, she fell backwards, the heavy weight of the beam tied to her betraying her sense of balance.

She breathed out forcefully as she crashed into the rocky earth, a technique taught to all warriors of her community to prevent being winded in battle. It did little to prevent the fire she felt from the whip wounds on her back underneath her torn clothing.

A man appeared, bearing a mallet and several long, thick spikes. She felt a flutter of fear in her stomach, wondering for a moment just what the spikes were for.

She didn't wonder long, another man appeared to hold her legs down while the first positioned a spike against her wrist, raising the mallet.

She opened her mouth to protest, for all the good it would have done since she spoke a different language than the men, but the mallet fell quickly, driving the nail deep into her wrist and the beam behind.

Her would be protest turned into a scream, and her legs would have flailed wildly if not for the man holding them. She thrust her pelvis into the air, the only part of herself she could move with her arms tied and feet held.

The man struck again and then a third time, until the head of the spike rested just above her wrist.

Her lower half collapsed, and she tried to get her voice under control, breathing heavily.

The mallet man moved to the other wrist, and she twisted her head toward him, cursing him in her language. He ignored her, setting the spike against her other wrist and without delay, raised the mallet and struck again.

Again she screamed, mind a white haze from the pain of her wrist being violated so. Again her body jerked to and fro involuntarily, the man holding her legs scowling in effort to keep her under control.

The mallet man finished the nailing, and turned to slap the woman across the face. Her scream caught in her throat, and her head swam for a few moments.

Once she regained herself, she looked to one wrist, and then the other, hardly believing that the animals had nailed her to wood. The man holding her legs released them, stepped over to the beam she had been nailed to, and cut the ropes that had secured her wrists.

He left the ones that held her forearms, striding away, leaving her alone to suffer the pain of her wrists.

She stared up at the sky, oblivious to it and the sounds of the men working in the background. Every time she attempted to think of something else, the spikes found a way to remind her that they were still there.

Suddenly there was a jerk, and she yelped, the beam below her becoming airborne.

She quickly forced her legs below her into a crouch, two men one at either end of the beam lifting it, and her, up.

They continued to raise it until she was standing fully, then walked her backwards.

She stumbled blindly, powerless to do anything other than go where they led her, her wrists betraying her mind and letting her think of nothing else.

She felt a thump and gasped, the pain travelling up her forearms.

The men fed a rope behind her arms in either side of the beam, tossing it to other men waiting atop ladders resting against the upright.

The woman winced as her wrists calmed a bit, the lead soldier once again approaching her. He said something loudly in his language, addressing the small crowd of people that had gathered to watch them kill her.

Then he reached out, grasped the dirty rags that her her clothing, and yanked hard. They tore, having already been sliced open in the back by the flogging she had received, and they fell to reveal her breasts and upper torso.

She felt her face flush, suddenly aware of something other than pain

Humiliation.

The soldier nodded then to the men, who proceeded to pull on the ropes.

The woman felt her weight bear down on her wrists, the pain biting into her worse than ever before, and she let out something between a gasp and a groan as she was lifted from her feet, dragged into the air by the beam she had been nailed to.

Her feet dangled as the men pulled again and again, pulling her slightly higher each time until there was a thud.

She tried to find footing on the upright beam as the men pulled the ropes through, the beam she had been nailed to solidly attached to the upright after falling into a slot made for it.

She felt hands grab her feet, a rope being looped and tied around them, men coming up behind and lifting her away from the wood she was nailed to.

A small wooden piece with an edge facing up was pounded into a slot below her, before she was unceremoniously dropped back against the upright.

The wooden piece dug into the small of her back as the men pulled her tied feet tight against the beam, wrapping the rope around it several times.

Mallet man returned, one spike in hand and another in his mouth.

Without pause he placed a spike against one of her feet and drove it in.

Her attention snapped away from her wrists to her feet, and she screamed anew as the man nailed her feet mercilessly to the wood.

Once he had finished, he cut the ropes binding her feet, leaving her no support save for the injured ends of her limbs.

Her screams sputtered out into gasps of pain and disbelief, as she found she had difficulty breathing.

In a bit of panic, she pushed on the spikes in her feet and pulled on the ones in her wrists, moving in the only way she now could. As she raised herself, breathing became easier but pain intensified several fold.

She held it for as long as she could, before it was too much and she sunk back down, the wooden piece still jabbing her in the back.

Somewhere in her cloudy thoughts she wondered if she could sit on the protrusion to breathe, while the soldier approached her once again. He turned and addressed the crowd, motioning to her defeated form and causing her to flush once again as she realised her torso was bare.

She realized she was thankful for the loincloth she had, right before the soldier reached up and yanked it roughly away, causing her bare ass to smack back into the beam and exposing her sex to the growing crowd.

They cheered as she looked down past her breasts to her full nakedness, warriors of her tribe shaved before battle as a matter of ritual. She had not even hair to hide her from the eyes of the crowd and the men that had done this to her.

She felt tears spring to her eyes, and as much as she tried to will them away, she could not.

She was suffering, hurt for the pleasure of her enemy, and stripped naked, her body on display for any and all who would look.


She was defeated.
very well written!!!!
 
The woman stumbled over a rough patch of earth, nearly falling again under her heavy load.

Her wrists and upper arms were tied to a thick wooden beam, which she had been forced to carry from the whipping yard, out of the city gate and up a steep hill.

The soldier at the head of the procession ordered a halt, giving her a chance to finally look up to focus on something other than trying not to fall.

Several longer wooden beams were embedded permanently the ground atop the hill, men working around them with ropes hurriedly.

The woman had never seen a crucifixion before, and wasn't entirely sure what it entailed. She knew it wasn't pleasant, after all, being killed seldom was.

She felt her legs weaken at the thought of death. She tried to stay strong, not to give her captors any satisfaction no matter what they did to her, but each passing moment grew the cold fear inside her that she would buckle when she needed to stay strong the most.

The head soldier approached her, and unceremoniously shoved her by the chest.

Caught off guard, she fell backwards, the heavy weight of the beam tied to her betraying her sense of balance.

She breathed out forcefully as she crashed into the rocky earth, a technique taught to all warriors of her community to prevent being winded in battle. It did little to prevent the fire she felt from the whip wounds on her back underneath her torn clothing.

A man appeared, bearing a mallet and several long, thick spikes. She felt a flutter of fear in her stomach, wondering for a moment just what the spikes were for.

She didn't wonder long, another man appeared to hold her legs down while the first positioned a spike against her wrist, raising the mallet.

She opened her mouth to protest, for all the good it would have done since she spoke a different language than the men, but the mallet fell quickly, driving the nail deep into her wrist and the beam behind.

Her would be protest turned into a scream, and her legs would have flailed wildly if not for the man holding them. She thrust her pelvis into the air, the only part of herself she could move with her arms tied and feet held.

The man struck again and then a third time, until the head of the spike rested just above her wrist.

Her lower half collapsed, and she tried to get her voice under control, breathing heavily.

The mallet man moved to the other wrist, and she twisted her head toward him, cursing him in her language. He ignored her, setting the spike against her other wrist and without delay, raised the mallet and struck again.

Again she screamed, mind a white haze from the pain of her wrist being violated so. Again her body jerked to and fro involuntarily, the man holding her legs scowling in effort to keep her under control.

The mallet man finished the nailing, and turned to slap the woman across the face. Her scream caught in her throat, and her head swam for a few moments.

Once she regained herself, she looked to one wrist, and then the other, hardly believing that the animals had nailed her to wood. The man holding her legs released them, stepped over to the beam she had been nailed to, and cut the ropes that had secured her wrists.

He left the ones that held her forearms, striding away, leaving her alone to suffer the pain of her wrists.

She stared up at the sky, oblivious to it and the sounds of the men working in the background. Every time she attempted to think of something else, the spikes found a way to remind her that they were still there.

Suddenly there was a jerk, and she yelped, the beam below her becoming airborne.

She quickly forced her legs below her into a crouch, two men one at either end of the beam lifting it, and her, up.

They continued to raise it until she was standing fully, then walked her backwards.

She stumbled blindly, powerless to do anything other than go where they led her, her wrists betraying her mind and letting her think of nothing else.

She felt a thump and gasped, the pain travelling up her forearms.

The men fed a rope behind her arms in either side of the beam, tossing it to other men waiting atop ladders resting against the upright.

The woman winced as her wrists calmed a bit, the lead soldier once again approaching her. He said something loudly in his language, addressing the small crowd of people that had gathered to watch them kill her.

Then he reached out, grasped the dirty rags that her her clothing, and yanked hard. They tore, having already been sliced open in the back by the flogging she had received, and they fell to reveal her breasts and upper torso.

She felt her face flush, suddenly aware of something other than pain

Humiliation.

The soldier nodded then to the men, who proceeded to pull on the ropes.

The woman felt her weight bear down on her wrists, the pain biting into her worse than ever before, and she let out something between a gasp and a groan as she was lifted from her feet, dragged into the air by the beam she had been nailed to.

Her feet dangled as the men pulled again and again, pulling her slightly higher each time until there was a thud.

She tried to find footing on the upright beam as the men pulled the ropes through, the beam she had been nailed to solidly attached to the upright after falling into a slot made for it.

She felt hands grab her feet, a rope being looped and tied around them, men coming up behind and lifting her away from the wood she was nailed to.

A small wooden piece with an edge facing up was pounded into a slot below her, before she was unceremoniously dropped back against the upright.

The wooden piece dug into the small of her back as the men pulled her tied feet tight against the beam, wrapping the rope around it several times.

Mallet man returned, one spike in hand and another in his mouth.

Without pause he placed a spike against one of her feet and drove it in.

Her attention snapped away from her wrists to her feet, and she screamed anew as the man nailed her feet mercilessly to the wood.

Once he had finished, he cut the ropes binding her feet, leaving her no support save for the injured ends of her limbs.

Her screams sputtered out into gasps of pain and disbelief, as she found she had difficulty breathing.

In a bit of panic, she pushed on the spikes in her feet and pulled on the ones in her wrists, moving in the only way she now could. As she raised herself, breathing became easier but pain intensified several fold.

She held it for as long as she could, before it was too much and she sunk back down, the wooden piece still jabbing her in the back.

Somewhere in her cloudy thoughts she wondered if she could sit on the protrusion to breathe, while the soldier approached her once again. He turned and addressed the crowd, motioning to her defeated form and causing her to flush once again as she realised her torso was bare.

She realized she was thankful for the loincloth she had, right before the soldier reached up and yanked it roughly away, causing her bare ass to smack back into the beam and exposing her sex to the growing crowd.

They cheered as she looked down past her breasts to her full nakedness, warriors of her tribe shaved before battle as a matter of ritual. She had not even hair to hide her from the eyes of the crowd and the men that had done this to her.

She felt tears spring to her eyes, and as much as she tried to will them away, she could not.

She was suffering, hurt for the pleasure of her enemy, and stripped naked, her body on display for any and all who would look.


She was defeated.
Great story!
 
The woman stumbled over a rough patch of earth, nearly falling again under her heavy load.

Her wrists and upper arms were tied to a thick wooden beam, which she had been forced to carry from the whipping yard, out of the city gate and up a steep hill.

The soldier at the head of the procession ordered a halt, giving her a chance to finally look up to focus on something other than trying not to fall.

Several longer wooden beams were embedded permanently the ground atop the hill, men working around them with ropes hurriedly.

The woman had never seen a crucifixion before, and wasn't entirely sure what it entailed. She knew it wasn't pleasant, after all, being killed seldom was.

She felt her legs weaken at the thought of death. She tried to stay strong, not to give her captors any satisfaction no matter what they did to her, but each passing moment grew the cold fear inside her that she would buckle when she needed to stay strong the most.

The head soldier approached her, and unceremoniously shoved her by the chest.

Caught off guard, she fell backwards, the heavy weight of the beam tied to her betraying her sense of balance.

She breathed out forcefully as she crashed into the rocky earth, a technique taught to all warriors of her community to prevent being winded in battle. It did little to prevent the fire she felt from the whip wounds on her back underneath her torn clothing.

A man appeared, bearing a mallet and several long, thick spikes. She felt a flutter of fear in her stomach, wondering for a moment just what the spikes were for.

She didn't wonder long, another man appeared to hold her legs down while the first positioned a spike against her wrist, raising the mallet.

She opened her mouth to protest, for all the good it would have done since she spoke a different language than the men, but the mallet fell quickly, driving the nail deep into her wrist and the beam behind.

Her would be protest turned into a scream, and her legs would have flailed wildly if not for the man holding them. She thrust her pelvis into the air, the only part of herself she could move with her arms tied and feet held.

The man struck again and then a third time, until the head of the spike rested just above her wrist.

Her lower half collapsed, and she tried to get her voice under control, breathing heavily.

The mallet man moved to the other wrist, and she twisted her head toward him, cursing him in her language. He ignored her, setting the spike against her other wrist and without delay, raised the mallet and struck again.

Again she screamed, mind a white haze from the pain of her wrist being violated so. Again her body jerked to and fro involuntarily, the man holding her legs scowling in effort to keep her under control.

The mallet man finished the nailing, and turned to slap the woman across the face. Her scream caught in her throat, and her head swam for a few moments.

Once she regained herself, she looked to one wrist, and then the other, hardly believing that the animals had nailed her to wood. The man holding her legs released them, stepped over to the beam she had been nailed to, and cut the ropes that had secured her wrists.

He left the ones that held her forearms, striding away, leaving her alone to suffer the pain of her wrists.

She stared up at the sky, oblivious to it and the sounds of the men working in the background. Every time she attempted to think of something else, the spikes found a way to remind her that they were still there.

Suddenly there was a jerk, and she yelped, the beam below her becoming airborne.

She quickly forced her legs below her into a crouch, two men one at either end of the beam lifting it, and her, up.

They continued to raise it until she was standing fully, then walked her backwards.

She stumbled blindly, powerless to do anything other than go where they led her, her wrists betraying her mind and letting her think of nothing else.

She felt a thump and gasped, the pain travelling up her forearms.

The men fed a rope behind her arms in either side of the beam, tossing it to other men waiting atop ladders resting against the upright.

The woman winced as her wrists calmed a bit, the lead soldier once again approaching her. He said something loudly in his language, addressing the small crowd of people that had gathered to watch them kill her.

Then he reached out, grasped the dirty rags that her her clothing, and yanked hard. They tore, having already been sliced open in the back by the flogging she had received, and they fell to reveal her breasts and upper torso.

She felt her face flush, suddenly aware of something other than pain

Humiliation.

The soldier nodded then to the men, who proceeded to pull on the ropes.

The woman felt her weight bear down on her wrists, the pain biting into her worse than ever before, and she let out something between a gasp and a groan as she was lifted from her feet, dragged into the air by the beam she had been nailed to.

Her feet dangled as the men pulled again and again, pulling her slightly higher each time until there was a thud.

She tried to find footing on the upright beam as the men pulled the ropes through, the beam she had been nailed to solidly attached to the upright after falling into a slot made for it.

She felt hands grab her feet, a rope being looped and tied around them, men coming up behind and lifting her away from the wood she was nailed to.

A small wooden piece with an edge facing up was pounded into a slot below her, before she was unceremoniously dropped back against the upright.

The wooden piece dug into the small of her back as the men pulled her tied feet tight against the beam, wrapping the rope around it several times.

Mallet man returned, one spike in hand and another in his mouth.

Without pause he placed a spike against one of her feet and drove it in.

Her attention snapped away from her wrists to her feet, and she screamed anew as the man nailed her feet mercilessly to the wood.

Once he had finished, he cut the ropes binding her feet, leaving her no support save for the injured ends of her limbs.

Her screams sputtered out into gasps of pain and disbelief, as she found she had difficulty breathing.

In a bit of panic, she pushed on the spikes in her feet and pulled on the ones in her wrists, moving in the only way she now could. As she raised herself, breathing became easier but pain intensified several fold.

She held it for as long as she could, before it was too much and she sunk back down, the wooden piece still jabbing her in the back.

Somewhere in her cloudy thoughts she wondered if she could sit on the protrusion to breathe, while the soldier approached her once again. He turned and addressed the crowd, motioning to her defeated form and causing her to flush once again as she realised her torso was bare.

She realized she was thankful for the loincloth she had, right before the soldier reached up and yanked it roughly away, causing her bare ass to smack back into the beam and exposing her sex to the growing crowd.

They cheered as she looked down past her breasts to her full nakedness, warriors of her tribe shaved before battle as a matter of ritual. She had not even hair to hide her from the eyes of the crowd and the men that had done this to her.

She felt tears spring to her eyes, and as much as she tried to will them away, she could not.

She was suffering, hurt for the pleasure of her enemy, and stripped naked, her body on display for any and all who would look.


She was defeated.
A sad story,but very well written.
 
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