Two women crucified, in conversation... [from DjEtla's challenge]

[Zephirantes]

I'm kicking around an idea for a short story challenge for myself:

Write a short story where every single bit of dialog -- all of it -- is between two women on crosses next to each other, naked, for their execution. (There might be some guards or onlookers to watch the executions. But in my story they don't have any speaking parts.)

It would be a tough challenge. The story cannot have any action because the two main characters are nailed in place, helpless and immobile. So the dialog would have to carry the whole story. It's hard to think about some kind of narrative or story arc that readers would find interesting. What could the characters say to each other? One might try to give a pep talk to the other, but it's quickly obvious that's a ridiculous and pathetic attempt to downplay the horror of their situation. They might talk about "How can the law be so cruel?" They might talk about their fears for what is ahead, like rapidly increasing pain and the possibility of animal predation (especially from aggressive birds) while they're both helpless to resist, an easy and risk-free meal for any creature that wants it. They might talk about who they'd like to see in the audience and who they do not wish to see in the audience, and the complicated, gut wrenching emotions that it would bring to see the right person or the wrong person to watch the suffering.

Anyway maybe I'll kick this idea around a little more.

DjEtla's challenge is intriguing (as all his ideas that he reports here), so I think I will take that challenge for myself too.

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/short-stories-by-djetla.7519/page-9#post-828921

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Chapter 1
In a desolate landscape, under the relentless sun, two young women, Livia and Cassia, hung on their crosses. Despite the agony of their predicament, there was an undeniable grace to their forms, their bodies glistening with sweat, a testament to both their suffering and their resilience.

Livia, trying to distract herself from the pain of the nails and the stretch of her limbs, glanced over at Cassia. "I never thought I’d find myself admiring another’s pussy while nailed to a cross, waiting to die, but here we are. The way your flesh glistens in the sun, it’s almost... mesmerizing."

Cassia, her body racked with pain, managed a wry smile. Her eyes flickered with a mix of pain and a bold, defiant sensuality. "You wanna see more?" she said, her voice laced with both suffering and a dark playfulness. With a pained shriek, she forced her thighs open as much as her position allowed, offering Livia a full view of her open and wet pussy. It was a display of vulnerability and raw beauty, an act of defiance against their grim reality.

"How pink you're down there... and your clit... so perky! You're incredible," Livia breathed, her voice a mixture of awe and pain. "Even in the face of death, you shine." She paused, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Are you... excited? To die this way? I notice you're leaking your girl juices..."

Cassia, in a moment of lucid pain, looked down at her own body. "We're like... like goddesses of agony and beauty, aren't we? Naked, sweating, our bodies straining under the sun."

Livia nodded, the movement sending a fresh wave of pain through her crucified body. "Goddesses that soon will die however..."

Their conversation was punctuated by the moans and cries of their own pain and the occasional jeer from the onlookers below. The crowd was a mix of the curious and the cruel, their eyes devouring the naked, tortured forms of the women.

"Do you think... they will torture us more?" Cassia asked, her voice trembling with both fear and anticipation.

Livia followed her gaze to where guards were tending to braziers, heating up what looked like pincers and metal spikes. "I don't think they're heating up those pincers and metal spikes on the braziers for naught... I fear our nipples, clit and pussy are in for some nasty treatment dear..."

The stark reality of their situation was unescapable. They were on display, their bodies a spectacle of suffering and sensuality. The crowd's gaze was fixated on them, drinking in every detail of their straining, naked bodies.

Livia, trying to find some solace in their shared fate, reached out as best as she could towards Cassia. "In our last moments, let's be each other's comfort. Let's defy them with our courage and our beauty."

Cassia, tears mingling with the sweat on her face, managed a faint smile. "Yes, let's show them that even in agony, we are more than they can ever break."

Together, they hung there, two tragic figures against the sky, their bodies a canvas of pain and defiance, their spirits unbroken even in the face of the inevitable. Their conversation, a blend of despair and camaraderie, echoed the human capacity for strength and vulnerability, even when nailed to a cross, awaiting a cruel death.


Chapter 2

As the sun beat down mercilessly, intensifying the throbbing pain in their nailed hands and feet, Livia and Cassia continued their conversation, a blend of fear, anticipation, and a dark acceptance of their fate.

"They will come soon, won't they? To... to torture us more," Cassia murmured, her voice quivering with the anticipation of further pain.

Livia nodded grimly, her eyes fixed on the guards by the braziers. "Yes. I can almost feel the heat of those pincers already, imagining them clamping down on our nipples, our helpless flesh." Her voice was steady, but her eyes betrayed her fear.

Cassia closed her eyes for a moment, trying to brace herself. "The thought of them... tearing at my pussy, my clit... It's terrifying, yet somehow, it's making me feel even more exposed, more... raw."

"It's the helplessness, the exposure," Livia said, her voice low. "Nailed here, naked for all to see, every part of us is vulnerable, open to their cruel whims."

Cassia opened her eyes, looking down at her body, at the way her breasts heaved with each strained breath. "I can already feel the shame, the humiliation. But in a twisted way, it's as if our bodies are rebelling against the pain, finding a perverse sensuality in the midst of this torment."

Livia's gaze followed Cassia's, taking in the sight of her own bare body, the sweat mingling with dirt and blood. "Our bodies are on the edge, aren't they? Between agony and a dark, forbidden pleasure."

"They'll come for our nipples first, I think," Cassia said, her voice a mix of dread and a strange curiosity. "To see them stretched, tormented under the hot iron..."

"And then our pussies, our clits..." Livia added, her voice trailing off. "To think of being so intimately tortured, it's... it's almost too much to bear."

The two women fell silent for a moment, each lost in their thoughts, contemplating the impending torture. The crowd's murmurs and occasional shouts formed a distant backdrop to their grim reality.

"Whatever happens," Cassia finally said, her voice gaining a note of defiance, "let's face it with our heads held high. Let's not give them the satisfaction of seeing us break."

Livia managed a faint, pained smile. "Yes, let's be each other's strength. Even as they torment our bodies, they cannot touch our spirits."

As they spoke, the guards began to approach, the instruments of torture glinting in the sunlight. Cassia and Livia exchanged a look, a silent pact between them, ready to endure the next wave of their ordeal with a dignity and courage that transcended their brutal circumstances.

Their conversation, a poignant testament to their humanity, continued even as the shadow of further suffering loomed over them, their voices intertwining in a haunting melody of pain, resilience, and the enduring strength of the human spirit.


Chapter 3

As the guards approached, the air around Livia and Cassia grew thick with fear and a dark, anticipatory tension. The heat from the braziers carrying the instruments of torture wafted towards them, a cruel prelude to the agony they were about to endure.

Livia, her breathing shallow, tried to offer Cassia a reassuring look. "Remember, we're in this together. Every searing touch, every moment of pain."

Cassia nodded, her eyes reflecting a complex mix of fear and a bizarre sense of camaraderie. "I'll be watching you, feeling every moment with you. We'll endure it together."

The first guard reached Livia, the hot pincers in his hand glowing ominously. As he clamped them down on her nipple, Livia's body arched in agony, a scream tearing from her throat. The smell of burning flesh filled the air, a visceral reminder of the cruelty being inflicted upon them.

Cassia, forced to witness Livia's torment, felt a surge of empathy mixed with a horrifying sense of fascination. "You're so strong, Livia," she cried out, her voice a blend of pain and admiration. "Your body... enduring so much."

As the guard turned to Cassia, the hot pliers poised for her flesh, she braced herself, her eyes on Livia. The searing pain as the pliers twisted her clit was almost beyond comprehension, a blend of agony and a perverse, forced arousal.

Livia, through her own haze of pain, watched Cassia's ordeal, her heart aching at the sight. "You're beautiful, Cassia, even in this... your body, so bare, so vulnerable."

The guards continued their torturous work, moving between the two women, inflicting pain on their most sensitive areas. Their screams and cries filled the air, a harrowing soundtrack to the scene of torment.

Between the waves of pain, their conversation became a lifeline, a way to hold onto their humanity amidst the brutality. "Seeing your agony, it's... it's unbearable, but I can't look away," Livia gasped, her voice ragged.

Cassia, her body trembling from the ongoing assault, managed to respond. "It's like we're sharing this pain, this... this extreme experience. Your flesh, so tormented, it's a mirror of my own."

As the guards paused, leaving the women to hang in their agony, Livia and Cassia's eyes met, a silent communication of shared suffering and an unspoken bond forged in the most extreme of circumstances.

Their bodies, marked by the torture, continued to glisten in the sun, a testament to their resilience in the face of such inhumane treatment. The crowd, watching this display, seemed both appalled and mesmerized by the raw intensity of the scene.

"We're enduring the unthinkable," Cassia whispered, her voice laden with pain and a profound exhaustion. "But in this, we're not alone. We have each other."

Livia nodded slightly, her every movement an effort. "Together, in pain and in spirit. Even as they tear at our bodies, they can't destroy what we share."

Their conversation, a poignant and painful exchange amidst the backdrop of their suffering, continued as a testament to their unyielding spirit, a defiance against the cruelty that sought to break them.


Chapter 4

As the guards readied themselves for another round of torture, Livia and Cassia, despite the unbearable pain, found strength in their shared plight. The anticipation of further agony was almost as excruciating as the pain itself.

"I fear... they're gonna tear out our nipples with those pincers!" Cassia exclaimed, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and a grim acceptance of their fate.

Livia, gritting her teeth, nodded in agreement. "Oh god, yeah... and our clit too!" she added, the reality of their situation sinking in deeper with each passing moment. The thought of such intimate mutilation sent a chill down her spine, a terrifying prospect that seemed all too real given their circumstances.

Cassia, her body slick with sweat, looked over at Livia with a pained expression. "To be so exposed, so... helpless. It's like we're on display, our bodies just objects of their cruelty."

Livia, her breathing heavy, managed to find a shred of defiant strength in her voice. "Let them look. Let them see what they do to us. We're more than their playthings, more than their victims."

The guards approached once again, the heated pincers and pliers in hand, ready to inflict more torture upon their vulnerable bodies. As the first pincer clamped down on Livia's nipple, she couldn't suppress a scream, the pain white-hot and all-consuming.

Cassia, forced to watch, felt a surge of anger mixed with her own fear. "You're so brave, Livia. Don't let them break you," she shouted, her voice strained from her own suffering.

The guard then turned to Cassia, his expression one of cold indifference as he applied the heated pliers to her clit. Cassia's body convulsed in agony, a scream tearing from her lips, echoing Livia's own cries.

The onlookers watched in a mix of horror and fascination, the sight of the two crucified women enduring such torment a spectacle unlike any other. Some in the crowd whispered about the bravery and resilience of Livia and Cassia, even as they winced at the sight of their suffering.

Amidst the pain, Livia and Cassia's bond grew stronger, their conversation a lifeline in the sea of agony. "We're enduring together," Livia gasped, trying to catch her breath. "Our pain... it's shared, Cassia. It's not just mine or yours."

Cassia, through her tears and pain, nodded. "Yes, together. Even if they tear us apart, they can't take away what we've shared, what we've endured together."

As the guards continued their relentless torture, the women's conversation became a testament to their unbreakable spirit, their words a defiance against the cruelty inflicted upon them. Their bodies, though battered and tormented, remained a symbol of their indomitable will, their unwavering courage in the face of unimaginable suffering.


Chapter 5

As the guards methodically prepared the next instrument of torture, a sense of impending doom hung heavy in the air. Both Livia and Cassia, already wracked with pain, couldn't help but fixate on the horrifying sight before them.

"That metal spike... it's red-hot and... and..." Cassia's voice trailed off, her eyes wide with fear and a morbid curiosity at the sight of the glowing metal.

Livia, her gaze fixed on the glowing spike, completed the thought in a voice filled with horror and a strange, dark fascination. "I think they wanna hammer them in our pussies... all the way thru our cervixes and wombs..." Her voice was steady, but the terror in her eyes was unmistakable.

Cassia, trying to brace herself for what was to come, looked over at Livia. "Can you... can you imagine it? The searing pain as it... as it enters us... tears through us..." Her voice was a trembling whisper, an audible manifestation of her dread.

Livia's response was a mix of pain and grim determination. "It's unthinkable... yet here we are, about to live it. Every inch of it will be a battle, Cassia. It's gonna be our last fuck... a final, metal cock to destroy our sex!" Her words were laced with a morbid acceptance, acknowledging the brutal reality of their fate.

The crowd, a silent witness to this conversation, seemed to hold their breath, the tension palpable in the air. Some in the audience looked on with a mix of awe and horror, others with a twisted fascination, captivated by the tragic beauty and raw courage displayed by Livia and Cassia.

As the guards approached with the red-hot spikes, the terror and anticipation were almost too much to bear. The two women, bound to their crosses, knew that their final moments would be their most agonizing yet.

Cassia, tears streaming down her face, whispered to Livia, "We won't be alone in this... the last pain, the last moment. I'm with you, Livia, till the end."

Livia, her body tensed in anticipation, managed a faint nod. "Together, Cassia. In pain, in agony, but together. Our bodies may be broken, but our spirits remain unyielding."

As the guards positioned the spikes, the women steeled themselves for the final act of their execution. Their conversation, a testament to their unbreakable bond, continued to resonate in the charged air, a poignant reminder of their humanity amidst the inhumanity of their fate.

 

[Zephirantes]

Chapter 6

As the guards raised the spikes, aligning them with terrifying precision, the finality of the moment settled upon Livia and Cassia. They were bound to their crosses, their bodies on display for the final act of their torment.

Livia, her eyes locked on the spike aimed at Cassia, found a last reserve of strength in her voice. "This is it... I see it, it's gonna, it's gonna... enter your pussy! Be brave!" Her words were a mix of encouragement and a stark acknowledgement of the horror about to unfold.

Cassia, her body already wracked with unspeakable pain, braced herself. The anticipation was almost as unbearable as the pain she knew was imminent. She tried to respond, to acknowledge Livia's words, but all that escaped her lips was a tense, fearful breath.

Then, with a swift, merciless motion, the guard hammered the spike. It pierced Cassia's flesh, the red-hot metal searing through her most intimate parts. "Aaaargh!" she screamed, the sound raw and primal, echoing across the arena. The pain was unimaginable, a fiery agony that consumed her entire being.

Livia, witnessing Cassia's torture, felt a surge of empathy and horror. Tears streamed down her face, not just for her own impending fate, but for the unbearable suffering of her companion. "Cassia! Hold on... stay with me!" Her voice was desperate, a plea for Cassia to endure, to remain present despite the excruciating pain.

The crowd, silent during the moment of impact, now erupted in a chorus of gasps and murmurs, the spectacle before them both horrifying and mesmerizing. Some looked away, unable to bear the sight, while others watched with a morbid fascination.

As the guards turned to Livia, positioning the spike against her, she clenched her teeth, preparing for the pain. She met Cassia's eyes, seeking a final moment of connection before the spike tore through her own body.

The hammer came down, and Livia's scream joined Cassia's in a haunting duet of agony. The spike burned through her, tearing, searing, an indescribable torture that obliterated all other sensations. Her body convulsed on the cross, the nails in her hands and feet a distant pain compared to the brutal invasion of the spike.

In the midst of their torment, their voices found each other. Between screams and gasps, they spoke words of comfort, of shared suffering, their bond unbroken even as their bodies were torn apart.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the arena, Livia and Cassia hung on their crosses, their bodies impaled, their spirits intertwined in a final, defiant testament to their courage and their humanity. Their conversation, now reduced to pained whispers and shared glances, remained a powerful symbol of their unyielding will, a poignant contrast to the cruelty inflicted upon them.


Chapter 7
In the shadow of their impending demise, Livia and Cassia, crucified and impaled, faced a new horror as the executioners approached with their knives glinting cruelly in the fading light.

"Oh no, they will slit our bellies... we're gonna get eviscerated my friend..." Cassia uttered, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and a resigned acceptance of their fate.

"That's not so bad," Livia responded with a nasty smile, despite the agony she was in. "They'll shorten our agony on the cross my dear!" Her attempt at finding a silver lining in their gruesome situation was tinged with a dark humor.

Livia, her voice weak but tinged with morose acceptance, spoke to Cassia as the executioners positioned their blades. "Your intestines... they're gonna spill out from your... from your slit belly..."

Cassia, mustering a semblance of her earlier defiance, responded with a pained but wicked grin. "Yeah... look at me everybody... I'm gonna spurt them out, like I'm cumming!" Her attempt at bravado, even in such a horrific moment, was a stark contrast to the reality of their situation.

As the executioners made the first incision, starting from the lower abdomen and slicing upwards, Cassia's body convulsed in response to the new, excruciating pain. "Oh my god... your belly muscles... you're really squeezing out your entrails like cum!" Livia exclaimed, her voice a mixture of shock and a grotesque fascination.

Their bodies, already pushed far beyond the limits of human endurance, now became the site of a macabre spectacle. The crowd, watching with a grim curiosity, bore witness to the final moments of the two women.

As Cassia's intestines began to spill out, she looked over at Livia with a pained expression. "Those crows... they're gonna... they will beak our intestines... they will disembowel us!"

Livia, her own abdomen now being sliced open, grimaced in pain. "Yeah... seems fine to me: always wanted to have some beaks destroying me inside," she said, trying to match Cassia's twisted humor even in the face of such unspeakable agony.

Their bodies, once graceful even in their suffering, now became a gruesome display of their internal anatomy. The executioners, with clinical detachment, ensured that the cuts were precise, leaving their vital organs exposed to the elements and the gathering crows.

"That crow... it's ripping out your viscera, it's carving a way in your belly! I'm so sorry..." Livia managed to say, her voice filled with horror as she watched the birds begin their grim feast.

"Yeah, well, some added pain and torture now seems only right I think... Our crucified bodies... they are... they are canvas for a painting of suffering and death..." Cassia responded, her voice fading as the life slowly drained from her.


Chapter 8

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the arena, the tragic spectacle of Livia and Cassia reached its gruesome climax. The crows, drawn by the scent of blood and exposed flesh, descended upon the crucified women with a grim hunger.

Livia, her strength waning rapidly, watched in a combination of horror and morbid fascination as the crows began their grisly feast. "They're tearing at us... at everything," she gasped, pain lacing her voice. Her body, already pushed to its limits, convulsed as the birds pecked at her entrails, their beaks sharp and unrelenting.

Cassia, barely conscious, managed a weak, pained smile. "We're giving them quite the show, aren't we? A grand finale..." Her voice was a whisper, the life slowly ebbing from her.

The crows were merciless, their beaks tearing at the women's flesh with a primal ferocity. They ripped at Livia and Cassia's breasts, pulling at their nipples, leaving them shredded and unrecognizable. Their genitalia, already mutilated from the earlier torture, were subjected to further brutality as the birds pecked at their nether lips, their cervixes, wombs, and ovaries.

In their final moments, Livia and Cassia shared a look of shared understanding and a dark satisfaction. Despite the excruciating pain and the horrific nature of their demise, they took solace in the fact that they were ending their lives in a manner that would be remembered, a spectacle that would be spoken of in hushed tones for years to come.

Livia, her voice barely audible, spoke her last words to Cassia. "We... we went out with a bang... didn't we? A bang of horror and pain! A... a death show for the ages..."

Cassia, her eyes glazing over, nodded slightly. "The best... the most gruesome... and the sexiest..." With that final statement, a testament to their indomitable spirits, she succumbed to her injuries.

The crows continued their feast, oblivious to the fading lives of the women they ravaged. Livia, her vision darkening, took one last look at the sky, a single tear mingling with the blood on her face. "We were... magnificent..." she whispered, before her body went limp, the life finally leaving her.

Their ordeal ended in a crescendo of pain and horror, but deep down, Livia and Cassia were satisfied, having given an incredible, unforgettable show to the crowd. Their crucified and ravaged bodies remained on the crosses, a haunting reminder of their courage, their suffering, and the brutal spectacle they had provided.

[THE END]

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