In The Aftermath Of The Crucifiction

[Aley89]

Un contexto así es maravilloso de imaginar!

 

[Aley89]

[QUOTE = "cire, post: 398364, member: 9606"] Cuando miro mis comentarios, estoy un poco asustado de mí mismo : firedevil:. [/ QUOTE]

1.es un grandioso pensamiento!
1.realmente así hasta yo gozaría de ser crucificado!

 

[messaline]

[QUOTE = "cire, post: 398364, member: 9606"] Cuando miro mis comentarios, estoy un poco asustado de mí mismo : firedevil:. [/ QUOTE]

1.es un grandioso pensamiento!
1.realmente así hasta yo gozaría de ser crucificado!

In English, please : so, we could understand ...

 

[cire]

I think this is a shot from the first episode of "Spartacus: Blood and Sand". Spartacus has just had enthusiastic sex with his wife when some rude Romans arrive and drag her off to sell into slavery. She is trying to hold on to Spartacus' arm on the left.

So it is not a crucifixion scene although I can see how it could be seen that way. Strangely in spite of all the violence, sex and rape in the series the female crucifixions were disappointingly tame.

What we have to understand is probably the fact, that it's not easy to "produce" a realistic crucifixion movie or picture. Hollywood and a lot of movie people couldn't get it right, I mean to the point where somebody that is in the issue would say "hell yeah". Martin Scorsese's "Last temptation...." is a very good exception, though the crucifixion and what happens to the crucified is still maybe sort of abstract.

 

[cire]

Being into the "roman" crucifiction, to me it's of interest, what may has happened
at an execution site, when the main spectacle was over.
When the crowd had lost it's interest, and the death of the condemned was still many hours away.

There is this little Story, when these 2 criminals Andrea and Cire, had been nailed naked to their crosses right opposite to the little slave Daniela and 2 of her male slave friends.

Her owner had Daniela crucified, because she always has been a troublemaker. The titulus over her head stated so, too.
The poor other slave souls, flogged and crucified alongside with her, simply were known to have had some sort of relationship with her.

These 3 slaves had been tied to their crosses, and not knowing why, the executors allowed them to keep their loincloth on to cover their sex.

When Andrea and Cire arrived at the execution site, Daniela immediately was yelling at them. Even though she was hangin' on her cross already, she still agitated against the criminals.
The crowd of course, really had a ball, and started to curse at the condemned, too.

Cire was stripped and nailed to the crossbeam first. The crossbeam then was attached to the upright, a seat plug mounted for him. His feet at least, skillfully nailed to the footrest.
Andrea's cross though, was assembled on the ground.
When this had been achieved, her clothes got ripped off. The hands of the executioners grabbed her bloodstained body, forcing her with the sholders onto the cross.
When the expert nailing was due, a seat plug attached, legionaires and executioners slowly raised the cross with Andrea. For a moment she stood much higher than the other crosses.
But the upright sled into it's a prepared hole, then was secured by the laughing men, doing their job. Like the other Victims, Andrea was hanging on her Cross face to face with her torturers, the crowd and the other crucified.

With Andrea's and Cire's titulus above their heads, everybody at the scene could learn about the committed crimes of the crucified wrongdoers.
Daniela again, started insulting the two, ignoring completely her own situation. Spectators and executors were cracking up now.
One of the legionaires gave Daniela plenty of a wine and vinegar mix to drink. That left her even more aggressive. She was now dancing in rage up and down her cross.
When she was crucified, her arms had been tied behind the crossbeam by the executioners.
Now she was pushing herself almost all the way up, leaning almost sideways over the crossbeam and enlongated her breasts.The loincloth at this point, as everyone can imagine, was just maculature.

During all that turmoil with Daniela, one could recognize, that more and more people left the scene, leaving legionaires and executioners alone with their victims.

All of the crucified by then, had received plenty of the drink, that the legionaires had mixed. Especially with every move the nailed Andrea and Cire made, the thinned blood kept running in little streams down their arms, rib cages and legs.
Andrea and Cire were able to sit on the plugs between their thighs, with the deficit that the arms then got stretched.
When Andrea bent forward, such a little bloodstreams were running down her dangling breasts from time to time.
Sitting straight up pulling herself with the nailed wrists to the crossbeam, she would bang her head, screaming and throwing her long thin hair all over her upper body.
Cire tried to lift himself up, to may get some release from the pressure that the little plug seat added to his buttocks and testicles. While doing so, in his head he could hear the grinding sound of the nails moving in his wrists. Pushing with the nailed feet, left him screaming in agony. Sinking to the plug again, his upper body fell forward. He looked at Daniela about 2 meters away from him, just sliding up the raw Stipes, tearing the skin of her back up, bawling, gasping for air with wobbling breasts and hard nipples.
Even Daniela had to pay her dues to the cross and the empire now. Next she was talking to her buddies, while she moved for a more comfortable position, locking her knees again, tilting her head back to breathe.

The soldier in charge advised his men now, to take a skeleton off of a cross, just a few Meters behind the 5 newly crucified.
First the legionaires took the skull off, then clashed the rest of the crucified skeleton, to pile the skull with the bones properly aside of it's cross.
When they dismantled the crossbeam, nails were pulled out of the wood as off the still attached wrists and ankles.
The nails though were saved by the legionaires, while the bones landed on the pile.

All this happened in a place not bigger than 3m x 3m. A little further, there has been another section of the execution site. Half rotten bodies were hanging there from their crosses.

Daniela glanced over the place, recognizing numerous uprights with little bone piles.
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This is a good perspective giving us an idea of what Daniela could have seen, when she watched Andreas crucifixion. Of course this is a male victim, but still we are talking about a thrilling view. Only possible when the watching person is amongst the crucified, too.
Awesome images. Very special.
Thanks a lot Nightfall.

 

[cire]

How could we end up like this?

That moment when Andrea is leaning forward to release her muscles is so fascinating, arousing, shocking and odd.
Thanks for this picture posted by Apostate for giving us an idea, what spectators and guards must have been able to watch.



A great shot out of an interesting perspective.......

To see his partner like that caused Cire, despite his own suffering, to ejaculate after the involuntarily erection on the cross. As a consequence causing loudest laughter and mocking amongst spectators and guards.
Feeling so ashamed, he feared to faint. Cire couldn't explain to himself what and why this has happened.

One can say that the two criminals are completely taken apart and destroyed during their execution. Not just physical, but also emotional.

 

[Eulalia]

Destroying the legs was important for the guards for two reasons:

- the slaves suffocate fast
- the two criminals that are still alive receive another psychological shock

Another reason I've seen suggested, that seems all too credible -
gangs would even come and 'steal' prisoners who were still alive,
if there was any chance of saving them - not out of humanity,
but so they could patch them up and sell them on the 'used slave' market.
Breaking their legs made quite sure they'd be no use,
and saved having to guard them all night.

 

[phlebas]

How could we end up like this?

That moment when Andrea is leaning forward to release her muscles is so fascinating, arousing, shocking and odd.
Thanks for this picture posted by Apostate for giving us an idea, what spectators and guards must have been able to watch.

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A great shot out of an interesting perspective.......

To see his partner like that caused Cire, despite his own suffering, to ejaculate after the involuntarily erection on the cross. As a consequence causing loudest laughter and mocking amongst spectators and guards.
Feeling so ashamed, he feared to faint. Cire couldn't explain to himself what and why this has happened.

One can say that the two criminals are completely taken apart and destroyed during their execution. Not just physical, but also emotional.

The crucifixion of family members, of partners, is so cruel. To see you loved ones suffer is so hard, and to involuntarily be aroused by such a thing must be an unbearable pain! Crux truly is more than a physical torment, it is a test of mind body and spirit, and in these cases in taxes the emotional strength of the victims to the limit.

 

[cire]

Of course, I never have any sensation in beeing nailed , but I practice, from time to time , the roped crucifixion in my reality ...
I can say that when I know that I'll be crucified, I'm rather worried , but when the moment is coming , I'm more and more feeling great sensations !
To be erected and attached to a cross is a wonderful thing : it brings to you , in the same time, a feeling to be not free, of course, to be entirely submitted to those who had put you there , but also, a spirit'freedom : you're another person, or rather the same but able to see yourself into your intimate mind ...
If it's changing you ? Yes, of course ! After, you're like released from your bad thoughts, from all what could disturb you , perhaps do to the endorfins, but anyway, it's a great experience ...
If you can, dont hesitate , do it , in safety of course but you'll live a great moment !

Really great Messaline,

such a bold statement. Has it something to do with the sensation, that everything is taken away from you and that you are totally reduced to yourself on the cross?
Most people can't get on with that at all, and it could have been an aspect when the Romans crucified their victims.

Isn't it horryfying, too?
How must a condemned have felt? I mean mankind hasn't changed it's nature that much in the last 2000 years.........

 

[cire]

How could we end up like this?

That moment when Andrea is leaning forward to release her muscles is so fascinating, arousing, shocking and odd.
Thanks for this picture posted by Apostate for giving us an idea, what spectators and guards must have been able to watch.

View attachment 640469

A great shot out of an interesting perspective.......

To see his partner like that caused Cire, despite his own suffering, to ejaculate after the involuntarily erection on the cross. As a consequence causing loudest laughter and mocking amongst spectators and guards.
Feeling so ashamed, he feared to faint. Cire couldn't explain to himself what and why this has happened.

One can say that the two criminals are completely taken apart and destroyed during their execution. Not just physical, but also emotional.

The shot always gives me a strange feeling. It's very unique. I always try to imagine how I had looked at it in the days of the empire, and the sensation of the crucifixion....

 

[Rufuss]

The shot always gives me a strange feeling. It's very unique. I always try to imagine how I had looked at it in the days of the empire, and the sensation of the crucifixion....

For me since my childhood after I first saw the Jesus movie I always wondered and tried to imagine how I would look on the cross and feel the sensation of the crucifixion. So I began to do an indoor self crucifixions, which was not enought and I tried outdoor crucifixion. Here is how I would look like if I was to be crucified, maybe with more blood from scourging.

Its incredible to know that people who were crucified during Roman Empire where people just like us.

Since we talk in this thread about aftermath of crucifixion, I was wondering how much do you all think that the drink that sometimes the victim received before crucifixion help ease the pain?
And also, can people who are crucified can start hallucinating?

 

[phlebas]

For me since my childhood after I first saw the Jesus movie I always wondered and tried to imagine how I would look on the cross and feel the sensation of the crucifixion. So I began to do an indoor self crucifixions, which was not enought and I tried outdoor crucifixion. Here is how I would look like if I was to be crucified, maybe with more blood from scourging.
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Its incredible to know that people who were crucified during Roman Empire where people just like us.

Since we talk in this thread about aftermath of crucifixion, I was wondering how much do you all think that the drink that sometimes the victim received before crucifixion help ease the pain?
And also, can people who are crucified can start hallucinating?

Really good, Rufus.
It's amazing when you literally see yourself in a scene like this, whether staged or photo shopped in, when you see yourself crucified in front of a crowd. It is a powerful thing, though not as good as actually being there!

 

[cire]

Really good, Rufus.
It's amazing when you literally see yourself in a scene like this, whether staged or photo shopped in, when you see yourself crucified in front of a crowd. It is a powerful thing, though not as good as actually being there!

I agree 100% with you Phlebas,
no matter from what perspective. It must have been either the ultimate entertainment, horror, humiliation or death. Eventually everything when you were the first in line to be crucified with a group of victims.
You could watch closely and even comment, when your condition was allowing it. An already crucified may has added another "fun" aspect for the spectators, guards and the torturers this way.

 

[cire]

For me since my childhood after I first saw the Jesus movie I always wondered and tried to imagine how I would look on the cross and feel the sensation of the crucifixion. So I began to do an indoor self crucifixions, which was not enought and I tried outdoor crucifixion. Here is how I would look like if I was to be crucified, maybe with more blood from scourging.
View attachment 650294
Its incredible to know that people who were crucified during Roman Empire where people just like us.

Since we talk in this thread about aftermath of crucifixion, I was wondering how much do you all think that the drink that sometimes the victim received before crucifixion help ease the pain?
And also, can people who are crucified can start hallucinating?

Nice issue Rufus,

me and a girlfriend of mine (Daniela, the previoulsly crucified slave) who is giving me a hand with my stories from the female side, discussed the effect of alcohol for the condemned. Given the fact, that the victims have been weakened due to the flogging, the march, and most likely haven't been eating or drinking for quite a while already, alcohol then must have had an enormous impact.

It will enhance the emotions to an incredible level, and when you consider that girls for instance can feel it much faster, some red wine/vinegar mix for the crucified probably just blew off the roof, then. Furthermore will the alcohol have smothered the pain for the "executed", giving them the chance to interact and communicate easier.

I have tried to carve out the topic a little in this thread. My female criminal partner Andrea, who is crucified next to me, is insulting and blaming me for our disastrous situation after receiving plenty of the the drink on the cross (when things don't go the way she wants it, she acts like that, even without wine. LOL).

When I drink alcohol I'm getting relaxed, lazy and like to talk. I kept it that way for me on the cross, just that I couldn't walk away as emotions got out of hand there.

Daniela is going crazy on the cross, ingnoring completely that she is in a horrible position herself. The alcohol released her character even more. Absolutely hillarious for everybody at the sessorium.

But of course, that only has been one of the many subjects of a crucifixion.

 

[Fox-on-Cross]

Even when you have less knowledge of crucifixion then exists the crux as a force to compel you to understand that live is not prosperity, meal and drink alone, but that you will be submitted to your essential nudity and poverty.

 

[ShadowWolf]

How could we end up like this?

So Andrea and Cire are finally captured at the northern borders of the Empire.

We normally have a decent income as violent criminals. Even though the power of the emperor is not that strong quite far away from rome, the legionaires managed to arrest us, totally wasted in a den of thieves. The commander of the fort is going to judge over the two of us soon.

Andrea and I are now forced into the atrium of that fort. In its center two men are dragging the bloodstained, sweaty body of a woman away from the pole there, where she just has received the flogging. The soldiers dump with certain amusement for them and the few spectators, some buckets of water onto her. Somehow trying to get the woman back to her feet. I couldn’t help but watch, what was done to that poor soul. When she was halfway dressed again, the soldiers forced her to carry a slightly curved wooden beam, and marched her out of the atrium.

The commander is raising his voice now, speaking to us and the little crowd, stating that we are delinquents. After reading a list of our deeds he says that for our crimes and due to roman law, we must be crucified.

Immediately two soldiers grab Andrea, strip her naked, tie her with the back to the pole and whip her. The body twisting in pain, first flogged from the front and then beaten from the back, she soon was in the same condition as that woman before.

While she is dragged to the side, it is my turn. Stripped and tied with the back to the pole, the lashes tear up my skin, too. No screaming would help. Whipped until I was unconscious, the buckets of cold water brought me back to live again. Now I’m trying to put my clothes on as good as possible. Here they grab me again, and lay that raw wooden crossbeam on my back. After my arms are tied to it, Andrea and I are marched out of the fort's atrium. The weight of the crossbeam forces me to look down, walking right behind my partner, that hangover still giving me a hell of a hard time in addition.

After a short march, our little procession arrives at the execution site, a little mount on the side of the road, leading to the fort and the village. A good crowd is awaiting us here. On the ground there is scattered bones, sculls and all kind of human remains. The place and the situation, I have to admit, is running shivers down my spine. Walking close to Andrea, I can see the goose bumps on her visible skin. Facing the site, to the right two men are hanging from their about 2 Meter high crosses.

Next to them, the woman that was whipped when we entered the atrium was made to climb up a ladder, and her arms were tied to the back of the crossbeam. The soldiers just got done fastening her legs to the upright and hammering the titulus above her head. Her name is Daniela, she’s a slave. She must have heard some of our accusation, now bitching at us from her cross. I mean she doesn’t hang high, when she is raising her head she is right at eye level. If it wouldn’t be the crossbeam on my back, I could reach out and touch her. The three slaves still have the loincloths on, to cover their sex. In Daniela’s case, she has a rope wrapped around her wrist, the loincloth loosely looped around the rope. Getting another glance, a few feet to the left, there is another upright in the ground and a long beam laying on the ground. The situation is now sickening me.

My crossbeam is taken off and placed on the ground, the soldiers rip my clothes off violently and throw me with my back to the crossbeam. My arms are spread violently and the wrists pressed to the crossbeam by two men. Then the centurion walks to my left arm and is marking the spot on my wrist with the point of his spear, where he is wanting the nail to be placed.

A third soldier is sitting on my legs, giving me no chance to move, but my head. Following the fourth man with the nail and the hammer to the left, he is kneeling down, placing the tip of the nail right into the centurions mark. Looking over to me, smiling, and pressing the nail a little into the flesh. Then the hammer is raised and my wrist firmly nailed to the wood. Hardly being able to breath, because of the pain, the executioner walks to the right side and fixes the other wrist to the wood, too. Some soldier takes me by the knees, and the crossbeam is lifted with me, off the ground. Slowly the soldiers move me to the upright, raise me up and attach the crossbeam to the upright, one of them still supporting my legs. The centurion is now keeping my head away from the wood from behind, while a footrest is mounted. Me recognizing, that they are placing one foot on top of each other. Pushed forward I can monitor them, amongst the hands pressing my feet to the footrest, placing a long nail on the top of my ankle. With moderate force, the executioner is now driving that nail diagonal through both foot ankles under the shins, into the wood of the upright. Then a little plug is placed between my upper thighs as a seat. Totally exhausted from my screaming and the physical force I was up to, the soldiers now release my trembling body. With the full weight on the wrists, I let myself sack down, screaming, to that seat plug. The cross is just slightly stretching my arms now, instantly I’m moving my head to get some relief for my aching neck. Resting on the plug, I can release my feet to a certain point. Now taking a look over the scenery, it’s shocking how unspectacular it is to get crucified, just violence and naked bloody bodies. As a spectator I have seen it, without major interest, every once in a while. My feet are nailed maybe 7 or 8 inches away off the soil. Turning my head, blood is running down my arms and my body, looking down and stretching forward. I can see that long nail sticking out of my feet, while I now try to sit more comfortable, maneuvering my balls and penis carefully to the center of the seat plug, letting my sex hanging down to the plug.

Meanwhile, two steps in front of me, the soldiers have assembled Andreas cross on the ground. Also rip off her clothes, three men grabbing the naked body, laying her onto her cross. Resisting a little, her arms are now forced into position, while her body is sliding off the upright. Her breasts moving downwards to the side, and everyone can see the standing up nipples, while her wrists are nailed. Screaming and twisting she is lifted back to the upright, a footrest attached and each foot nailed to it.

The soldiers pull her nailed body, to find the perfect position for the seat. Even moving her back and forth, to be absolutely sure. Raising the cross this way is more stressful for the soldiers, but still they seem to have no problem making jokes, while they are lifting her up. For a second Andrea was standing way higher than the other crucified, but with her Cross is sliding into the prepared hole in position, she is on the same eye level as everybody else on the scene. Of course, when the upright hits the bottom of the hole, she is falling forward, making the crowd scream. Looking down her body and into the faces of the laughing soldiers she is now turning her head to curse and swear, blaming me for her situation. Me responding: “Save your breath Andrea, you will need it to prolong your last show. They have attached seats to make it more comfortable for us. Look in front of you, this little bitch hanging there, keeps agitating against us and gives the crowd some entertainment”.

Then she pushed and pulled herself up to stretch the hardened muscles, that whole body shaking in pain. Raising her chest and pushing her tits out with locked knees, the nipples hard again, she moaning and screaming. Sweat and blood running down her glistening body. Going down to the seat again, I saw her leaning forward as far as possible, really stretching the nailed arms, giving the boobs the chance to dangle free. My penis to my surprise erected by this time, causing comments by the onlookers and the bitching Daniela. Pushing myself up, I ejaculated, screaming in confusion with pain and pleasure.

Cire you do have a gift for such a descriptive mind of what each person goes through during a crucifixion and their surrounding environment

 

[ShadowWolf]

Sculptures

I'm drying out, my heart pounding in the slowly setting sun.
Meanwhile the hot wind keeps blowing up dust, sticking to our sweaty, bloodstained bodies.
Every once in while I can still hear a scream from the other crucified, or hear travelers passing by laughing
because of us.
Some of them even finding their way to the crosses, to read why we have been crucified.
The guards just scarcely taking notice. A vendor and his wife stepped between us, and Andrea's
condition makes the lady laugh:

"You criminal woman, when you sit on that plug, one could think you have a penis. When we walked up,
we weren't sure about it, but it's just a plug. With that dust covering you, it's hard to tell if you are still alive or not.
Let's take a look at your titulus, Andrea is your name, sentenced for various crimes. Let me know,
do you deserve this?"

Keeping my eyes on the woman, Andrea is answering with a weak voice:

"If it pleases you, yes I deserve it. But no matter what, I still feel much better than you will ever do."

Saying that, her chin is sinking to her chest, her upper body falling forward and pulling her arms tight again.

Her husband: "All of you are really filthy, we will walk on and have some cool drinks at the village during this hot evening.
I'm absolutely positive, that your guards will do the same, too."

Turning to Daniela, talking and laughing: "Look at that little slave. She wasn't nailed, but it looks like she is done, ha, ha.
Hey guard, did you notice that this slave is finished? She must have been really bad, to be treated like that. You slave, you have lost your loin cloth. It's right here below your feet. Well, it won't make you look that much better."

The wife also amused: "It's a hot day, I'm sure she wanted to get rid of her loincloth. This was probably a favor from the men here. With all that dust on her body, she looks like a sculpture.
But look at her tits hanging down limb. She didn't watch herself, all these cuts and bruises. The soldiers didn't nail her, maybe they shoud have. But these ropes seem to be very tight.
Eventually to tight for the bitch."

She is reaching out now to touch the strong rope, that is holding Daniela's arms behind the patibulum on the stipes.
Like accidently stroking first the rope, and then the victims upper body.

Saying: "She is still warm, are you sure she is dead?."

One of the guards is taking his pilum, stepping aside the couple and is watching Daniela's upper body closely. With the chin on her chest and
the complete body weight on her arms, she must have suffocated. The guard pushing the body a few times and then holding Daniela's head up at her chin to check.
But no response. He is letting the head fall to the torso again.

The guard: "You are maybe right vendor. Me and my comrades would like to spend some hours at the tavern, too. It seems like we are getting closer to our drinks, ha, ha."

Slowly I'm turning my head towards Andrea, but she doesn't seem to take notice of what's going on. Sitting on the seat plug, the arms stretched with the head hanging down, the long straight hair over her face.
Every breath rising her boobs, letting these, by their weight stretched tits with the huge areola slightly dangle.

Just the male slave next to Daniela, is watching mindful what is happening to his female slave friend.
The vendor and his wife are also monitoring with interest and amusement the guards next actions.

The vendors wife: "This is nice evening entertainement, guard. There was good business for us and it's even better now in the future, with these two criminals on the crosses. We would gladly pay for a prostitute, if we'd meet you at the tavern. On the titulus from this naked bitch it says, that she was crucified for rebellious behaviour. Now, unfortunately we haven't seen any of that."

The guard to the vendors wife: "I appreciate your offer a lot. Believe me, this slut has been bitching and cursing at everybody here at the sessorium. Despite the heavy flogging she has received and despite that she was hanging from the cross already."

While the guard is holding his pilum with the haft under his arm, we see him placing the tip right between the second and third rib on the left side from Daniela's chest.
Her upper body being arched forward, the tip is slightly placed towards the back by him.
Then under the laughter of the vendor and his wife, he is pushing the pilum slowly into Daniela's ribcage.
As he is stepping closer to the body, he has to hold Daniela by the head and is pircing the pilum through her upper body with a ripping sound.
The tip exiting on her right side underneath the armpit. With two hands and that same ripping sound, the guard is pulling the pilum back out of the body.
Leaving blood and body fluid running out of the wound.

The vendor: "Too bad that she couldn't cause a fuzz for us anymore. We move on and hope to see you after your work here is done".

Again, my own execution is making me shiver. Now knowing that the guards won't have that much patience anymore.
To my surprise, one of them is letting Andrea and me drink from a sponge on his pilum.
Giving the two of us some energy back.

A very well done technique as to how to include the public into the crucifixion. It has kept my mouth watering for more

 

[Loxuru]

It will enhance the emotions to an incredible level, and when you consider that girls for instance can feel it much faster, some red wine/vinegar mix for the crucified probably just blew off the roof, then. Furthermore will the alcohol have smothered the pain for the "executed", giving them the chance to interact and communicate easier.

That's an important aspect : communication!
The question is, to what extent the condemned are only occupied with their pain, so much that they ignore everything around them. Neither the fellow condemned, nor the crowd are still part of the condemned's view. Or are there means to still make them interact? Like alcohol, or a sedile or a cornu, that gives the illusion of rest, making them still aware of the world around them. Soften the physical torment to increase the psychological one?

 

[cire]

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After a certain time, hanging, suffering, with just a few spectators left at the scene, the crucified now start conversations with each other. Even I talk to my crucified slave "friend" Daniela opposite to me, asking her all kinds of stuff. In the very beginning, it didn't look like this could be possible.

According to the discussion in the thread "Nailing Feet" and the soon beginning numbness of the hands and feet, the subject of the communication at the execution sites could have been a much bigger issue, than what we would think nowadays. Whatever, the condemned would have interacted beyond our imagination. At least in the first hours, the death on the cross must have been highlighted by the charakteristics of spectators, guards and last but not least the crucified.

Considering that Eulalia is right about the numbness, we are certainly looking back at emotional explosions at the roman crucifixion sites.
Absolutely entertaining.....

 

[cire]

Another reason I've seen suggested, that seems all too credible -
gangs would even come and 'steal' prisoners who were still alive,
if there was any chance of saving them - not out of humanity,
but so they could patch them up and sell them on the 'used slave' market.
Breaking their legs made quite sure they'd be no use,
and saved having to guard them all night.

Breaking the legs must have been incredibly violent. I wonder how long a victim can actually survive crucified without the support of the legs. Honestly, I have no idea. If I'd say something, I'd just be guessing.