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The pain of the lash of the whip was awful. As the Redcoats pin my back to the rough wooden cross I struggle like mad to stop them nailing me. A big splinter stops my struggle as it cuts into my back. I scream out Ella's name and hear her call back but then it happens. The first thing I feel is the prick of a nail on my right wrist and the hand gripping it tightens and then my body explodes in wretched, bone shattering awfulness. The nail goes straight through my wrist and makes contact with wood on the other side. I am screaming so loud at the top of my voice and yet still hear the second ring of metal upon metal as the soldier nails me to the cross. Each hammerblow is worse than the last as my body arches up off the cross and falls back with a thud. I piss myself but just don't care as blood from hits me on the side of my face. I pray for death now but my prayers go unanswered. Even Ella's screams are no comfort as the soldiers go at their job with practiced precision. It takes them 15 minutes to nail my 2 wrists to the cross and I am awash with sweat and blood. At the last hammerblow the nailer stands over me and looks down at me. The men holding my legs let go and stand over me too. I struggle to try and rid myself of the cross to no avail. I find by pushing myself up along the cross with my feet and then lifting my body up it takes the strain off my wrists. I stay like that, crablike as sweat pours off me. The crux party are given wine and leer over their work. Five minutes they finish their wine. 'Right lads', says the nailer, 'time to finish her feet and get her up, cmon then'. I scream louder I think but to Ella my voice is fading.
 
I lie in agony, pure agony on my back. Any movement is excruciating so I try to lie still, impossible. The crux party are having a chat, will we raise her or nail her now? Ella and I shout to each other, roaring our love across the courtyard, our voices echoing off the walls. The men have reached a decision, nail one ankle now the other when the cross is raised. My left ankle is pushed up the side of the beam so my knees bend, two hands hold me, one at my ankle the other further up along my leg, again the feel of a spike just below my ankle. As soon as I feel it I am lost again to despair. No pain can be worse than I am feeling now and yet it is, as my ankle is nailed and more of my tiny bones are shattered I lie my head on its side to my right and cry and cry. My other ankle is tied in a similar position, pushed up bending my right knee. The men move around the cross attaching ropes to either side of the crossbeam. I lie there and think of the river where Ella and I first kissed. I can hear her still shouting my name, telling me to be brave and she loves me. Two soldiers come behind either side of me. The C.O barks an order, ' RIGHT MEN, ON THREE LIFT AND PULL. 1,2,3 NOW!'.
I am all of a sudden moving all over the place, as I am lifted so I feel myself slide to one side straining my wrist, I clasp onto the side of the beam between my thighs and hold on. As the lift continues I feel myself falling, forward and down and I cannot stop myself. The cross comes straight with a bang that sends a shuddering vibration that rocks every bone in my body. I hang there stunned for a moment, my arms behind me, nails tearing my wrists and filling me with agony. I feel like I am about to have my hands torn from my body and slam myself back onto my back for support. And I hang.
 
I heave and gasp for breath, to pull air into my body to give me energy to live. I hang my head back and scream my lungs out but find myself gurrgling and choking. I try to push myself up but cant do so enough to fill my lungs. Also it is agony on my shattered ankles. I open my eyes and look for Ella. She is still but looking at me. A smile plays on her lips and she mouths something. I mouth back, ' I love you' and she smiles a monsters smile; contorted in a snarl of pain. Then she falls again down the cross and screams. I watch her, knowing Ella is now close to the end. I pull in a little more air and exhale, a trickle of blood runs out of my mouth. I try to catch the cross between my legs and hold myself up for a bit, it works, I can get more air which I suck in greedily. Hang forward again, see the ground, stay a few seconds and now back.
 
I say, Pp, Ella's looking a bit peeky...

Sergeant! Get a sponge and give Ella a drink! We can't let her die yet! She hasn't suffered enough.

I mean, dash it all, we can't leave Tash all alone on her birthday!
 
I know now that I have been in love with Ella. I turn and watch her. I will watch her now till she dies. The Redcoats are sitting underneath us drinking. Laughing. Cunts I think to myself. A shooting cramp up my leg puts me into a paralysis of pain. 'Ella'! I scream and she turns to me, she has given up and her eyes hold mine. 'Give up baby', I mouth to her, I will follow you. Another shooting pain up my leg and I must lift myself up, more air as I suck it in my chest heaving. I stay up for a few moments and look down at the Redcoats. 'Water please water, for both of us' I plead. An ugly fucker spits on the ground and gets on his feet. He goes to the well and fills it with water. Returning he gets a ladder and puts it behind Ella's back. He climbs up and puts a cup to her lips, she greedily drinks it in. It revives her. Her eyes open and she looks me up and down, her eyes welling with tears. The soldier moves to behind me and gives me my share. It is a blessing.
 
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hey tash i'm PST so it's round 2pm here

the drink brings me back, only for the pain to intensify. i try to keep my eyes on tash

i'm suddenly back in my cell, the night they captured me. the image is powerful. they brought me in in chains, then replaced those chains with rope, binding my wrists and arms behind my back. I was pushed onto my back, and an iron collar locked around my neck. i couldn't raise more than a few inches off the floor. they left my legs untied, and when i realised why i screamed.

the gag was not pretty. it was a wadded strip of cloth, shoved into my mouth with the sole purpose of keeping me silent. they took me one after the other, forcing my legs apart.

the only thing that kept me going was the thought that tash was free and that she would never have to feel what i felt then. now we are nailed up together, and i do my best to keep my eyes on hers
 
Wragg swatted a fly that had had the impudence to land on him. Bloody flies!

Flies were drinking the sweat on Ella's body. He waved them away, a tiny act of kindness in her day of torture.

He looked up at her.

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He watched her breasts rise and fall as she fought for breath. Then she looked across at Tash, as her lover screamed her name from the depths of her agony.

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"Ella! ELLA!"

Their eyes met, as Wragg watched.

Tash seemed to be imploring Ella to give up.

Wragg knew that you cannot 'give up' on a cross. It gives you up, but not before it is good and ready.

The sergeant administered water.

"Tash....." There was a pause, as Ella fought more air into her lungs. "It's your birthday tomorrow."

"Sure it....is!" Tash winced as a paroxysm of pain struck her. "We're....having a...party.....aren't we?"

"Did you.....remember....the booze?"

Suddenly Tash realized that Ella had an uncrushable spirit. Who else could joke at a time like this. Tash looked at Ella's nude, suffering, body.

"God, I.....love you....Ella!"
 
Wragg swatted a fly that had had the impudence to land on him. Bloody flies!

Flies were drinking the sweat on Ella's body. He waved them away, a tiny act of kindness in her day of torture.

He looked up at her.

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He watched her breasts rise and fall as she fought for breath. Then she looked across at Tash, as her lover screamed her name from the depths of her agony.

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"Ella! ELLA!"

Their eyes met, as Wragg watched.

Tash seemed to be imploring Ella to give up.

Wragg knew that you cannot 'give up' on a cross. It gives you up, but not before it is good and ready.

The sergeant administered water.

"Tash....." There was a pause, as Ella fought more air into her lungs. "It's your birthday tomorrow."

"Sure it....is!" Tash winced as a paroxysm of pain struck her. "We're....having a...party.....aren't we?"

"Did you.....remember....the booze?"

Suddenly Tash realized that Ella had an uncrushable spirit. Who else could joke at a time like this. Tash looked at Ella's nude, suffering, body.

"God, I.....love you....Ella!"

Oh, so true what you said Wragg: you cannot 'give up' on a cross.

Your body simply does not permit you. Your brain may be telling you to just hang and die as quickly as possible...but your body forces you to breathe, accept water, and struggle against the death you so desperately want.
 
"Tash...remember the river?"

"I remember ella!"

"Think about...the river. Think about how good it felt."

"oh god...ella..."

"its OK...just keep looking at me."

and tash did, until her head finally dropped and her breathing ceased. by then I was almost done. the pain was staggering, in my last breath i forced a smile onto my face to let my captors know that they couldn't break us. i would only spend a few moments apart from my beloved tash...
 
Wragg swatted a fly that had had the impudence to land on him. Bloody flies!

Flies were drinking the sweat on Ella's body. He waved them away, a tiny act of kindness in her day of torture.

He looked up at her.

View attachment 227077 Images: Skating Jesus

He watched her breasts rise and fall as she fought for breath. Then she looked across at Tash, as her lover screamed her name from the depths of her agony.

View attachment 227081

"Ella! ELLA!"

Their eyes met, as Wragg watched.

Tash seemed to be imploring Ella to give up.

Wragg knew that you cannot 'give up' on a cross. It gives you up, but not before it is good and ready.

The sergeant administered water.

"Tash....." There was a pause, as Ella fought more air into her lungs. "It's your birthday tomorrow."

"Sure it....is!" Tash winced as a paroxysm of pain struck her. "We're....having a...party.....aren't we?"

"Did you.....remember....the booze?"

Suddenly Tash realized that Ella had an uncrushable spirit. Who else could joke at a time like this. Tash looked at Ella's nude, suffering, body.

"God, I.....love you....Ella!"
"Tash...remember the river?"

"I remember ella!"

"Think about...the river. Think about how good it felt."

"oh god...ella..."

"its OK...just keep looking at me."

and tash did, until her head finally dropped and her breathing ceased. by then I was almost done. the pain was staggering, in my last breath i forced a smile onto my face to let my captors know that they couldn't break us. i would only spend a few moments apart from my beloved tash...
Absolutely wonderful work from both of you. Astounding. Congratulations on your very first crucifixions here. Pp knows that there will be many more for us all to enjoy with you both.
For Ella who began the thread and then worked with Tash to the endflower3
And for Tash who described her pain and anguish so vividlyflower3

Oh, and to Wragg for setting it all up for them both to shine. Well done mate!
 
We've been talking about that...perhaps a situation where we're bound and gagged together, if tash is ok with it.
Pp does hope that Tash is OK with that. The thought quite excites Pp and, he is sure, Wragg at least.
 
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