It had been a little over a year since Kim had been crucified by her own team. Verna was not yet completely over it, and Maria was having an even harder time. Verna was worried about her. She seemed to have developed a cruel streak, relishing using her well-honed skills to inflict maximum pain on those she crucified.
A replacement for Kim had been hired almost immediately, Carla. She was only 21. She had served her apprenticeship, and Caitlin would be her first crucifixion. Maria would crucify the rapist (and apparently was looking forward to it, given what she knew about the case.)
The team was waiting at the site. A large crowd had gathered, but there were two particular groups right outside the fence that stood out, both holding signs. One was a group of loud young men, friends of the rapist, with signs demanding his release. The other was a group of young women, quiet, with signs commemorating his victim, bearing her picture. Fortunately, there was a formidable police presence.
The van pulled up, and the police escorted it inside the gate. The doors opened and the first prisoner on the schedule, the rapist, emerged, hands cuffed behind his back. He was led to where Maria was waiting. He seemed cocky [pun intended—sorry] and confident that any minute now the high-priced lawyers his family had hired would appear with at least a reprieve (he didn’t know that they had missed the deadline to file their expertly drawn brief, and his sentence was now certain to be carried out—mundane details weren’t their strong suit). The sentence was read, amid catcalls from his cronies at the fence. As Maria approached him to do the stripping, he suggested a hook-up with her. She shut him down with a withering look and a gesture to the taser. She moved behind his back, pulled his T-shirt over his head and down his arms and back. She deftly removed the handcuffs momentarily, let the shirt drop, and re-engaged the cuffs. Then she pulled off his shorts.
As he stepped out of his shorts, both his deep, conspicuous blush and his huge erection greeted the crowd. Maria hustled him over to the waiting patibulum and the team attending it. Stripped naked, his fit body exposed for everyone to see, the rapist seemed to have lost a lot of his swagger, apparently realizing that the lawyers were cutting it too close for comfort if they were to postpone what was now his imminent crucifixion.
Maria turned him around to face the crowd, and sat him down on the tarp. Several sets of hands grabbed his arms and stretched them out. Someone sat on his outstretched legs, and he was pulled onto the wood and the patibulum shoved under his shoulders. Quickly, they tied him down. He was increasingly nervous and started to protest, but Maria shoved the plastic straw attached to the bottle with the palliative into his mouth and told him to “suck it up”. As he drank, Maria looked at the erection and thought to herself that she’d be doing something soon to tone it down.
He finished the foul-tasting liquid (everyone did because they thought it would help), and Maria’s expert fingers wasted no time in finding the right spot on his left wrist. She had the first nail in position and the hammer came down before he had much chance to react to what was happening. He howled in pain, and all the team thought it was as loud and shrill a reaction as they had heard. His erection faded, though his cock did not go completely limp. His boisterous friends at the fence went deathly quiet, as if in shock.
When Maria finished nailing his arms, the team hoisted the patibulum into place, dragging him along, and secured it with L-brackets. Every one of his muscles was taught and stood out in high definition. He screamed and cried at the top of his lungs. Maria bent his left leg, positioned it against the stipes, and drove a large spike through the side of his foot into the wood. She repeated the procedure with his right leg. And it was done. As they packed up the gear and disposed of the hazmat, he was almost hysterical as he hung crucified. It was a pretty poor performance from such a macho ego. They left him to put on his show until he got tired. His victim’s friends betrayed no emotion, but they watched intently and one could feel their satisfaction.
It was time for number two, and Carla’s debut with Caitlin.
