After the tribunal left the courtroom Messaline was taken out a side door to avoid the press. Someone with a cell phone saw her and captured one picture of the frightened woman with her hands cuffed behind her back and her blouse off her shoulders, clearly showing her erect nipples through the shear bra. The AP paid him a million dollars for the picture. Meanwhile at the main courtroom doors the bailiff stepped out and handed out a press release that had been prepared before Messaline’s trail began.
“Messaline Atkinson has been found guilty of six charges of High Capital Offences. Some charges had multiple counts and Ms. Atkinson was found guilty on all counts. Ms. Atkinson was sentenced on Wednesday, April 4, 2007 to death by crucifixion. At the family’s request Ms. Atkinson’s execution will be held in an undisclosed location on a date that is sealed in court records.”
By the time the press was finished reading the statement, Messaline had already been stripped and placed in the basin where she needed no encouragement to purge her bowel and bladder. She felt her stomach heavy and leaned forward, throwing up what was left of her breakfast and continuing to vomit until it was dry heaves. She was hosed off and brought to the processing room. There she was forced to sit on a ‘chair’ with a seat that only the back half of her ass touched. At the front of the seat was a round seven inch shaft which was forced into her ass. The back of the chair was a T-pipe that her biceps were pulled back over. A heavy strap was fastened around her waist and her wrists were bound in leather cuffs on the strap. Two more straps around her thighs spread her legs wide and another pair of straps captured her ankles. The two guards that had bound her to the device then left the room. For what seemed like hours Messaline sat alone and bound to the chair.
Up until the moment the jurist had read the method of execution, Messaline had held hope to the point of denial that she would be condemned to death by crucifixion. ‘If I wanted out so bad why didn’t I just hang myself?’ Messaline wondered. Then she thought ‘He’s the one that revealed who he really is. If he did what he did to me how many other women has he done it to? Hell, I don’t know how many women he IS doing it to!’
Messaline froze as the door opened behind her. She heard the captain say “Bring her over there so Messaline can see her. And listen, bitch, do exactly as you’re told or you’ll get double. Do you understand? …good, now go place your tits against the wall.”
A woman, naked except for the handcuffs, walked past Messaline and stopped with her breasts against the wall and her back to Messa. Messaline’s eyes open wide at the sight of her back. Bloody welts crisscrossed her back and the insides of her thighs and calves were covered with the excrement her pain ravaged body could no longer spend the energy to contain. The captain walked into Messaline’s field of sight. Her once neatly coiffed hair was askew and the crisp blouse of her uniform was pasted to her body with sweat. She stood with her back to Messaline with her fists on her hips and stared at the woman. A man walked past her and pressed a button on a wall switch panel. A weighted hook lowered from the ceiling beneath a quarter inch steel cable. The man reached for it and hooked it around the short chain of the woman’s handcuffs.
The door opened again and the captain turned to see who had entered. Messaline gasped as she saw the front of the captain’s blouse and the captain’s face and hair speckled with blood. The captain wiped her sweaty and bloodied brow on her sleeve and said “Ah, Lieutenant, did they get the tag right this time?”
“Yes, ma’am, it’s correct.”
“Good! Guard, would you be kind enough to raise the cable a foot or so?” the captain asked. She listened and watched as the whipped woman’s arms were pulled up and back. The woman wanted to step back to relieve her shoulders but the captain admonished her. “Renee, keep those tits against the wall or you remember what will happen.”
The woman struggled to her toes and arched her back to keep her breasts against the wall while staining her shoulders. The captain nodded and said “That’s better.” Then she turned to Messaline. She shook her head and said “I thought your behavior in court sucked today.”
Absently Messaline said “What the fuck does it matter now what you think?”
The captain nodded to the guard and he pushed the green button. Above the electric motor of a winch whined and the woman cried “Please have mercy!”
“Do you know what strappado is, Messaline? No? In a few minutes this girl’s feet are going to leave the floor and the weight of her body is going to try to rip her shoulders from their sockets. Although I wouldn’t know, I’ve been told it hurts more than being crucified.”
“Why are you doing this to her?” Messaline asked. She watched as the woman had stretched her toes as far as they would go then finally swung free of the ground. The captain grabbed Messaline’s hair and jerked her head back. Her face was inched from Messaline’s when she screamed “Because you just asked me ‘what the fuck does it matter! You’re right, cunt, anything I do to you is just an act of mercy, hastening your demise. Do you know what this poor bitch did? DO YOU?”
Messaline shook her head ‘no’. “She was out after curfew talking to some of the neighborhood boys from her porch. So you might not have a damn thing to live for, but there’s a few girls that would hope you’d behave for them.”
The Captain then grabbed the suspended woman’s hair, spun her around, and jerked her head up. Messaline could tell from the’ raccoon eyes’ and bruises by the lower ribs it was the same girl that the captain had beaten before her trial. The girl moaned “Please, do what they tell you to!”
Messaline said “Don’t hurt her anymore. I promise. I’ll behave.”
“I am going to believe you” the captain said as she squatted between Messaline’s spread legs. The lieutenant hand her a metal tag that the captain gazed at for a moment. Then she held it up for Messaline to see. She smiled and said “They made the first tag wrong. They had your name as ‘Melissa’. But this one is fine. You see it has your name and the date you were arrested engraved on both sided. And see the black ‘C’? Some tags have red ones. The red ‘C’ means the convict had a chance to survive their crucifixion. But the black ‘C’, Messaline, means the convict is condemned to die on the cross! Remember that when you’re lying on the cross with your wrists nailed when they grab your legs your feet are leaving the ground for the last time in your short life.”
Messaline opened her mouth to curse the captain then looked at the woman’s body slowing twisting suspended in strappado. She softly replied “I’ll try to remember that, captain.”
The captain smiled and said “I’m sure you will!” Then she reached between Messaline’s legs and slipped her fingers into Messa’s warm, wet sex. As Messaline gasp with her touch the captain said cheerfully “I swear, I am both curious and envious of the arousal you bitches feel when you are angry and scared. You as so fucking wet, Messaline. (She leaned forward and kissed Messaline’s left nipple.) The lieutenant is preparing the ring that will affix this tag to you. It’s made of titanium and plated with some kind of gold alloy… I forget what they call it. Anyway, it doesn’t matter. What happens is she heats the ring over a jeweler’s torch while she, with insulated gloves, holds it in a sort of hog-ring pliers. When the ring is ready I’m going to slip the tag onto the ring and grab one of the folds of your pretty little cunt and stretch it out. The she’s going to lock the ring, piecing this sensitive little part of your body.”
Messaline jerked and her hips twisted around the shaft filling her ass. The captain kept kneaded Messaline’s sex and said “You know, a lot of women do piercings. I never got it but what the hell do I know. You even have pierced ears so I can’t see what the big deal is. Anyway, open up Messaline and bite down on this chuck of rubber. I don’t want you to bite your tongue… That’s good… My dry cleaner is already going to tell me to burn this uniform but maybe he can save it. Guard, hold her head. Lieutenant, are you ready?”
“Yes, captain….”
TREE
“Messaline Atkinson has been found guilty of six charges of High Capital Offences. Some charges had multiple counts and Ms. Atkinson was found guilty on all counts. Ms. Atkinson was sentenced on Wednesday, April 4, 2007 to death by crucifixion. At the family’s request Ms. Atkinson’s execution will be held in an undisclosed location on a date that is sealed in court records.”
By the time the press was finished reading the statement, Messaline had already been stripped and placed in the basin where she needed no encouragement to purge her bowel and bladder. She felt her stomach heavy and leaned forward, throwing up what was left of her breakfast and continuing to vomit until it was dry heaves. She was hosed off and brought to the processing room. There she was forced to sit on a ‘chair’ with a seat that only the back half of her ass touched. At the front of the seat was a round seven inch shaft which was forced into her ass. The back of the chair was a T-pipe that her biceps were pulled back over. A heavy strap was fastened around her waist and her wrists were bound in leather cuffs on the strap. Two more straps around her thighs spread her legs wide and another pair of straps captured her ankles. The two guards that had bound her to the device then left the room. For what seemed like hours Messaline sat alone and bound to the chair.
Up until the moment the jurist had read the method of execution, Messaline had held hope to the point of denial that she would be condemned to death by crucifixion. ‘If I wanted out so bad why didn’t I just hang myself?’ Messaline wondered. Then she thought ‘He’s the one that revealed who he really is. If he did what he did to me how many other women has he done it to? Hell, I don’t know how many women he IS doing it to!’
Messaline froze as the door opened behind her. She heard the captain say “Bring her over there so Messaline can see her. And listen, bitch, do exactly as you’re told or you’ll get double. Do you understand? …good, now go place your tits against the wall.”
A woman, naked except for the handcuffs, walked past Messaline and stopped with her breasts against the wall and her back to Messa. Messaline’s eyes open wide at the sight of her back. Bloody welts crisscrossed her back and the insides of her thighs and calves were covered with the excrement her pain ravaged body could no longer spend the energy to contain. The captain walked into Messaline’s field of sight. Her once neatly coiffed hair was askew and the crisp blouse of her uniform was pasted to her body with sweat. She stood with her back to Messaline with her fists on her hips and stared at the woman. A man walked past her and pressed a button on a wall switch panel. A weighted hook lowered from the ceiling beneath a quarter inch steel cable. The man reached for it and hooked it around the short chain of the woman’s handcuffs.
The door opened again and the captain turned to see who had entered. Messaline gasped as she saw the front of the captain’s blouse and the captain’s face and hair speckled with blood. The captain wiped her sweaty and bloodied brow on her sleeve and said “Ah, Lieutenant, did they get the tag right this time?”
“Yes, ma’am, it’s correct.”
“Good! Guard, would you be kind enough to raise the cable a foot or so?” the captain asked. She listened and watched as the whipped woman’s arms were pulled up and back. The woman wanted to step back to relieve her shoulders but the captain admonished her. “Renee, keep those tits against the wall or you remember what will happen.”
The woman struggled to her toes and arched her back to keep her breasts against the wall while staining her shoulders. The captain nodded and said “That’s better.” Then she turned to Messaline. She shook her head and said “I thought your behavior in court sucked today.”
Absently Messaline said “What the fuck does it matter now what you think?”
The captain nodded to the guard and he pushed the green button. Above the electric motor of a winch whined and the woman cried “Please have mercy!”
“Do you know what strappado is, Messaline? No? In a few minutes this girl’s feet are going to leave the floor and the weight of her body is going to try to rip her shoulders from their sockets. Although I wouldn’t know, I’ve been told it hurts more than being crucified.”
“Why are you doing this to her?” Messaline asked. She watched as the woman had stretched her toes as far as they would go then finally swung free of the ground. The captain grabbed Messaline’s hair and jerked her head back. Her face was inched from Messaline’s when she screamed “Because you just asked me ‘what the fuck does it matter! You’re right, cunt, anything I do to you is just an act of mercy, hastening your demise. Do you know what this poor bitch did? DO YOU?”
Messaline shook her head ‘no’. “She was out after curfew talking to some of the neighborhood boys from her porch. So you might not have a damn thing to live for, but there’s a few girls that would hope you’d behave for them.”
The Captain then grabbed the suspended woman’s hair, spun her around, and jerked her head up. Messaline could tell from the’ raccoon eyes’ and bruises by the lower ribs it was the same girl that the captain had beaten before her trial. The girl moaned “Please, do what they tell you to!”
Messaline said “Don’t hurt her anymore. I promise. I’ll behave.”
“I am going to believe you” the captain said as she squatted between Messaline’s spread legs. The lieutenant hand her a metal tag that the captain gazed at for a moment. Then she held it up for Messaline to see. She smiled and said “They made the first tag wrong. They had your name as ‘Melissa’. But this one is fine. You see it has your name and the date you were arrested engraved on both sided. And see the black ‘C’? Some tags have red ones. The red ‘C’ means the convict had a chance to survive their crucifixion. But the black ‘C’, Messaline, means the convict is condemned to die on the cross! Remember that when you’re lying on the cross with your wrists nailed when they grab your legs your feet are leaving the ground for the last time in your short life.”
Messaline opened her mouth to curse the captain then looked at the woman’s body slowing twisting suspended in strappado. She softly replied “I’ll try to remember that, captain.”
The captain smiled and said “I’m sure you will!” Then she reached between Messaline’s legs and slipped her fingers into Messa’s warm, wet sex. As Messaline gasp with her touch the captain said cheerfully “I swear, I am both curious and envious of the arousal you bitches feel when you are angry and scared. You as so fucking wet, Messaline. (She leaned forward and kissed Messaline’s left nipple.) The lieutenant is preparing the ring that will affix this tag to you. It’s made of titanium and plated with some kind of gold alloy… I forget what they call it. Anyway, it doesn’t matter. What happens is she heats the ring over a jeweler’s torch while she, with insulated gloves, holds it in a sort of hog-ring pliers. When the ring is ready I’m going to slip the tag onto the ring and grab one of the folds of your pretty little cunt and stretch it out. The she’s going to lock the ring, piecing this sensitive little part of your body.”
Messaline jerked and her hips twisted around the shaft filling her ass. The captain kept kneaded Messaline’s sex and said “You know, a lot of women do piercings. I never got it but what the hell do I know. You even have pierced ears so I can’t see what the big deal is. Anyway, open up Messaline and bite down on this chuck of rubber. I don’t want you to bite your tongue… That’s good… My dry cleaner is already going to tell me to burn this uniform but maybe he can save it. Guard, hold her head. Lieutenant, are you ready?”
“Yes, captain….”
TREE
