The female executioner for Numerus Brittonum et Exploratorum Nemanigensium

[cire]

DENA:

......so far things look good, as the sun is standing directly over our heads.
We can consider these three delinquents as crucified. Messaline's and Loxuru's glistening bodies are constantly searching for better positions, even though there is no such position on the cross, especially since it's nails that hold them up.

The bitch Lucia is breathing heavy and I wonder if her flogging was too much? It wouldn't be good if she'd die before the two Rebels.
As a matter of fact, the death on the cross is pretty boring after a while. I'm going to grab my tools to go back to the Kastell. I will come back in the early evening, to see how the cross is slowly draining life out of these bodies in front of me.

Interesting, the crucified constantly search for something. They keep controling their naked, dying bodies. Also, Messaline and Loxuru permanently check the nails in the wrists and the feet. To me they are appearing weird......

 

[cire]

DENA:

A guard is walking up to us, coming from the Kastell. Explaining, that a thief has been caught, and that the commander Aurelian would like to execute her alongside today's already crucified.

There we go. I can leave my tools right here. Aurelian wants Hectorius, Gordian and me to come to the village, witness the verdict, flog the wrongdoer, march her to the execution site, to also crucify her.

Hectorius immediately starts to direct the Legionaires:

"There will be another execution. Come on guys, we need one more Stipes here in the ground. Place it opposite to these two rebels, left from the bitch."

He marks with a circle in the dust where he wants the Stipes. The Thief will die only a step away from Lucia.
The already crucified must have an exclusive view.

 

[messaline]

... Interesting, the crucified constantly search for something. They keep controling their naked, dying bodies. Also, Messaline and Loxuru permanently check the nails in the wrists and the feet...

No, simply I wonder if I could escape out of this horrible pain ... though that I know well that when these nails will be out, I'll be dead !
But I cant stop to try to get out of their hold ...
I arch my body, showing better my intimity to these peoples who dont ask/hope for more ...
Tant pis, anyway ! That's my fate at the moment and I have to try to stay alive more long it's possible ... even if my life is submitted to the worst pain, there is something into me which constrains in fighting against the death !

 

[Loxuru]

As a matter of fact, the death on the cross is pretty boring after a while.

Boring!? Sure Everybody knows that the real cause of death by crucifixion is the extreme boredom the crucified experience!

Loxuru's glistening bodies are constantly searching for better positions, even though there is no such position on the cross, especially since it's nails that hold them up.

And I assure you, this struggle is far from boring!

"There will be another execution. Come on guys, we need one more Stipes here in the ground. Place it opposite to these two rebels, left from the bitch."

So, we get company!
Back to work, Dena, and do it good, otherwise your masters might consider to make you find out yourself how 'boring' it is to be crucified!

 

[cire]

No, simply I wonder if I could escape out of this horrible pain ... though that I know well that when these nails will be out, I'll be dead !

A nice contemplation, why the crucified like to watch the nails that hold their bodies to the wood.
Exactly Messaline, when these nails will be removed you will be dead, more than that, it will be just your bones that will land on one of the piles with human remains here. Roman justice.

 

[messaline]

I'm also wondering who could be enough inhuman to conceive that an human could be nailed to a piece of wood till the death !
In the Middle Age, and later too, people nailed the owls to the doors of the barns, considering that they were the devil'incarnation ; so, are some humans deserve this horrible supplice ? Who are we to get such a torture ?
I'm not a devil, I'm not an owl, simply a young woman who was at the bad place, at the bad moment ...
Those nails are destructive, keeping out all possibility of regress and they bring more trouble by this thought than by their existence ......... Oooooooooh ! Though ! ...

 

[cire]

I'm also wondering who could be enough inhuman to conceive that an human could be nailed to a piece of wood till the death !
In the Middle Age, and later too, people nailed the owls to the doors of the barns, considering that they were the devil'incarnation ; so, are some humans deserve this horrible supplice ? Who are we to get such a torture ?
I'm not a devil, I'm not an owl, simply a young woman who was at the bad place, at the bad moment ...
Those nails are destructive, keeping out all possibility of regress and they bring more trouble by this thought than by their existence ......... Oooooooooh ! Though ! ...

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A SPECTATOR:

May be Messaline. But once you were handed out to the Execution team, you became an object. Nothing more, nothing less.

What did you feel when the Legionaire Gordian stripped you in front of all the spectators?
How was it when they laid you down to your cross, and Dena was spotting the perfect place for the nails in your wrists?

They had to hold down your legs and your upper body, to do the same with with your feet. How was that?

What was it like, when your body was handled by all these uncaring, laughing strangers? When they lifted you up, and finally secured your cross in the ground?

 

[cire]

DENA:

Hectorius, Gordian and I head back to the Village, taking a previously used crossbeam for the new delinquent with us. Leaving unrest, violence and horror of the execution site for a short while behind.

Hectorius takes the chance to ask me on the about 150 or 200 meter walk:

"Dena, don't you have nightmares since you are working as an executioner? Don't the screams of the victims haunt you in your sleep?"

While we take turns carrying the crossbeam I reply:

"Sure not Hectorius. I get a good fee, and the victims are officially condemned by roman law. Why should I feel bad? I'm doing my job. It doesn't bother me that we have to pick up another victim today. Let's move on and get it done."

We walk into the Atrium where the commander Aurelian is speaking justice over the woman that has been caught stealing, and lean the crossbeam to the wall. One of the Legionaires in the Atrium is handing the Titulus for the woman's Cross to Gordian.

Someone wrote "Marcella, Fur" on it.

We are standing, as all the other spectators, behind the woman Marcella. Aurelian turns around in front of her, raising his voice:

"These honorable people", he points at a vendor, his wife, and a few other folks, "have brought you to me and asked me for help. They tell me that you have been stealing their goods. If there is anybody here, besides the accused, that has seen anything different, we would like to hear about it."

Silence. Then he resumes:

"Well then, thief Marcella, as far as I understand you are not a roman citizen. Therefore you will be punished for theft as a non roman. You will be stripped, tied and flogged right here and now in the Atrium, with the injured party as witnesses. Then you will have to carry your crossbeam to the execution site, where rome will crucify you. You and your belongings are now the property of your executioners."

 

[cire]

DENA:

Marcellas flogging

Immediately Gordian and Hectorius turn Marcella around, guard her to the flogging pole in the center of the Atrium. They first take off her robe, to then strip her completely naked.

I tell them:

"Tie her with the face to the pole. Let's use lighter one-tailed whips, I don't want her to die too fast later on the cross."

Until now Marcella was just looking wordless to the ground. I'm wondering when the whipping will make her scream. Hectorius and Gordian turn the slender, dark haired, naked woman with the face to the pole. Sweat is coming out of her pores now.
Her nipples on the exposed, slightly dangling boobs are hard and erect due to the fear. I grab a light whip and hand another one to Gordian, knowing that in the corner of her eye she could see them. Hectorius will stand in front of her to count the lashes she receives, and to keep control of her condition during the whipping.

Hectorius nods, I give Marcella the first lash to the right shoulder. As soon as I pull my whip back, Gordian is hitting her from the other side. As trained, we will work our way down from the shoulders, over back, ass, thighs to her calves. As planned her body reacts and Marcella slowly starts to move in pain.

After five or six lashes Hectorius is raising his hand:

"Halt beating. Let me see how she can take it."

Marcella hasn't been screaming yet. A common reaction. The victims don't want to show us their pain, don't want to give us that satisfaction. Once the point is reached though, and she can't take it anymore, she will explode.

- Comment: For your pleasure I have attached some awesome whipping scenes posted by Harsh Martinet in CF. -

 

[Cella]

DENA:

Marcellas flogging

Immediately Gordian and Hectorius turn Marcella around, guard her to the flogging pole in the center of the Atrium. They first take off her robe, to then strip her completely naked.

I tell them:

"Tie her with the face to the pole. Let's use lighter one-tailed whips, I don't want her to die too fast later on the cross."

Until now Marcella was just looking wordless to the ground. I'm wondering when the whipping will make her scream. Hectorius and Gordian turn the slender, dark haired, naked woman with the face to the pole. Sweat is coming out of her pores now.
Her nipples on the exposed, slightly dangling boobs are hard and erect due to the fear. I grab a light whip and hand another one to Gordian, knowing that in the corner of her eye she could see them. Hectorius will stand in front of her to count the lashes she receives, and to keep control of her condition during the whipping.

Hectorius nods, I give Marcella the first lash to the right shoulder. As soon as I pull my whip back, Gordian is hitting her from the other side. As trained, we will work our way down from the shoulders, over back, ass, thighs to her calves. As planned her body reacts and Marcella slowly starts to move in pain.

After five or six lashes Hectorius is raising his hand:

"Halt beating. Let me see how she can take it."

Marcella hasn't been screaming yet. A common reaction. The victims don't want to show us their pain, don't want to give us that satisfaction. Once the point is reached though, and she can't take it anymore, she will explode.

- Comment: For your pleasure I have attached some awesome whipping scenes posted by Harsh Martinet in CF. -

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I think I'll start screaming very, very soon. I'm not that brave or stoic. Just a girl caught stealing. But I was hungry! So hungry! I got separated from my parents while traveling along the highway. Bandits attacked our caravan. I was off the road in a small group of trees relieving myself when the bandits attacked. I saw the caravan scatter. I was unable to get back to my family's wagon. I was all alone and terrified. I spent the night in the trees and cautiously left my concealment when I was was certain the bandits were gone. I walked towards the city which was the carvan's destination. I came upon some wagons that were looted. Bodies were left along the road, bloated and covered with flies. The bodies of the women and girls were shamefully exposed. I could only assume they'd been raped before being murdered. I did not see my parent's wagon and prayed they were safe. Perhaps I would catch up with them in the city.

I wqlked for several days, all alone, until I came to the city. So hungry! So thirsty! I drank from the public fountains but needed food. I had to steal! Had to! No one would help me. Everyone thinks a young unaccompanied woman is a whore, and they treat you like one. I'm no whore, I kept telling everyone. I'm a virgin, only 19 years old! I'm saving myself for my future husband. I'm not a whore! I only stole a little food in oder to survive, and a blanket to keep me warm at night until I found my parents. My father would have paid the vendors for the items I took. I tried to explain, but they wouldn't understand and called the police.

Please! I don't deserve this! To be crucified for stealing a few things I needed to survive! No! No! How could this happen to me. Oh, father and mother, where are you?

 

[cire]

GORDIAN:

Actually my plan was for today to end up wasted in a Tavern. Then our commander Aurelian has ordered us back, to execute this woman that has been caught stealing. I doubt that I will have the chance today to really get drunk. Well, we see.
That Patibulum is getting quite heavy after a while in the midday sun. Good that we can take turns carrying it and still have enough Posca.

In the Atrium the female thief is sentenced. She is handed over to us. I take her clothes off, tie her to the pole and we start to whip her. Then Hectorius, who is monitoring the punishment, is giving us a halt.

The idea is not to flog her to much. We don't want to destroy her body with the flogging, like we have destroyed Lucia earlier today. Sweat is running in streams over our faces.

 

[cire]

DENA:

Flogging Marcella

......Hectorius has stopped me and Gordian after just a few lashes. Sweat is running down me in streams and burns in my eyes.
I speak to Gordian:

"Let me have some of that posca. The sun is really killing me."

I decide to keep working with bare upper body and pull my shirt off. Wiping the sweat off with the shirt, I can see that Marcella's skin is completely covered with goosebumps, and that her nipples are hardened. A common reaction when people are flogged.
Gordian takes his shirt off too, and after some nice sips of the drink we also let Marcella have some.

Directed to Marcella:

"Hey Marcella, your nipples are hardened and erect, isn't that ashaming for you in the situation you're in? And look at your skin, goosebumps all over. Hey, why is your body shaking like that? Maybe I'm wrong and your nipples are not that hard at all."

As I'm saying that I approach her from the right. For a moment our eyes have to meet.
With my right I take her right nipple between index finger and thumb, while with my left hand I take mine. Her nipple feels hardened and I start to roll it:

"See Marcella, I guessed right. Your nipple is hard, mine is not."

I squeeze her nipple harder, making her moan. I increase the pressure, she screams:
"Ah, now my nipples are hardened, too. Gordian, check her left boob and let me know what you think."

Immediately Gordian is also squeezing her left nipple between his fingers, observes laughing how the bound woman thief suffers.

Then Hectorius is commanding:

"Ten more lashes. To the center of the back this time."

Crack, crack, crack. The light Bullwhips hit Marcella's back, slightly are cutting into her skin. This time she screams unleashed.

 

[cire]

DENA:

Flogging Marcella

Hectorius is screaming "Halt" and is controlling the delinquent again.
Marcellas body is meanwhile covered with sweat.

Hectorius speaks to me:

"Dena, are you going to place a Sedile for her? Do you have it here? Bring it and try out if it fits."

I take a Sedile out of one of the bags. Actually the Sedile is nothing but a peg, that will be attached underneath her crotch on the Stipes. We make sure that her crucified body is only partially supported by the nails. On the cross she will be able to decide, how much pressure she wants to take from the nails, when she uses the Sedile.

With that Sedile in my hand I walk up to Marcella. She tries to turn her head to see what I'm doing. I command:
"Spread your legs some."
With my left hand I reach around her stomach and finger for her wet cunt. Here it is, I tell the shrieking thief:
" I introduce your Sedile into your vagina, later I want you to be able to sit on it in any possible position."

Then I start playing with the Sedile, moving it in and out a couple of times.

Hectorius comes around, takes his hard penis and is sticking it simultaniously up into Marcella's ass.

He says laughing:
"The Sedile will work, Dena."

After a few pushes, he pulls his cock out of Marcella's rectum, saying:

"Whip ass, thighs and calves."

I put the Sedile to the side and grab the whip.....

 

[Barabbas]

DENA:

Marcellas flogging

Immediately Gordian and Hectorius turn Marcella around, guard her to the flogging pole in the center of the Atrium. They first take off her robe, to then strip her completely naked.

I tell them:

"Tie her with the face to the pole. Let's use lighter one-tailed whips, I don't want her to die too fast later on the cross."

Until now Marcella was just looking wordless to the ground. I'm wondering when the whipping will make her scream. Hectorius and Gordian turn the slender, dark haired, naked woman with the face to the pole. Sweat is coming out of her pores now.
Her nipples on the exposed, slightly dangling boobs are hard and erect due to the fear. I grab a light whip and hand another one to Gordian, knowing that in the corner of her eye she could see them. Hectorius will stand in front of her to count the lashes she receives, and to keep control of her condition during the whipping.

Hectorius nods, I give Marcella the first lash to the right shoulder. As soon as I pull my whip back, Gordian is hitting her from the other side. As trained, we will work our way down from the shoulders, over back, ass, thighs to her calves. As planned her body reacts and Marcella slowly starts to move in pain.

After five or six lashes Hectorius is raising his hand:

"Halt beating. Let me see how she can take it."

Marcella hasn't been screaming yet. A common reaction. The victims don't want to show us their pain, don't want to give us that satisfaction. Once the point is reached though, and she can't take it anymore, she will explode.

- Comment: For your pleasure I have attached some awesome whipping scenes posted by Harsh Martinet in CF. -

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I have always wondered how the creators of whipping websites find the volunteers to submit to this. And most are beautiful young women, who could model in much less painful ways

 

[Eulalia]

I have always wondered how the creators of whipping websites find the volunteers to submit to this. And most are beautiful young women, who could model in much less painful ways

maybe we - some of us - enjoy it

 

[Barabbas]

maybe we - some of us - enjoy it

Eulalia, you are one of a kind!

 

[cire]

DENA:

Flogging Marcella

Hectorius is screaming "Halt" and is controlling the delinquent again.
Marcellas body is meanwhile covered with sweat.

Hectorius speaks to me:

"Dena, are you going to place a Sedile for her? Do you have it here? Bring it and try out if it fits."

I take a Sedile out of one of the bags. Actually the Sedile is nothing but a peg, that will be attached underneath her crotch on the Stipes. We make sure that her crucified body is only partially supported by the nails. On the cross she will be able to decide, how much pressure she wants to take from the nails, when she uses the Sedile.

With that Sedile in my hand I walk up to Marcella. She tries to turn her head to see what I'm doing. I command:
"Spread your legs some."
With my left hand I reach around her stomach and finger for her wet cunt. Here it is, I tell the shrieking thief:
" I introduce your Sedile into your vagina, later I want you to be able to sit on it in any possible position."

Then I start playing with the Sedile, moving it in and out a couple of times.

Hectorius comes around, takes his hard penis and is sticking it simultaniously up into Marcella's ass.

He says laughing:
"The Sedile will work, Dena."

After a few pushes, he pulls his cock out of Marcella's rectum, saying:

"Whip ass, thighs and calves."

I put the Sedile to the side and grab the whip.....

GORDIAN:

Aurelian doesn't appreciate when we rape the condemned, or let's say it like this, when we rape the condemned in public. In Marcella's case it shouldn't be a problem, since Dena is actually trying out if the Sedile will work for the female criminal as planned.

Sometimes I'm wondering if the condemned know, why we are adding Sedile or a Footrest? Sure later on, when they are crucified it's a learning process how to use these components.

Hectorius is finished fucking Marcella up in the ass, commanding that we have to keep whipping the screaming victim. Due to the fact that we only use light whips, we don't destroy Marcella. It's just very fine drops of blood that are visible in the whip wounds:

"Marcella, have some more Posca. You will need it during your execution. We don't want you to faint."

Dang. Dena is reaching for her whip again. The sweat is running down her body, dripping off her bare boobs. When it comes to the sweat, torturers and victim seem to share the same fate .

I have to keep myself under control. This is so crazy and arousing. I got big balls, a boner and keep scourging Marcella's ass with Dena.

 

[cire]

DENA:

Flogging Marcella

The alcohol plays a key role in my behaviour. Under normal circumstances I'd be ashamed to work bare breasted in front of the spectators on sweaty, bloody bodies. Once I have some posca, I don't mind anymore.

Hectorius and Gordian, both keep having erect Penises. They check out every move I make. To me they seem to inhale my dangling boobs, and the drops of sweat falling from my hard nipples.

Again Hectorius screams: "Halt. Untie her, turn her around and flog the thighs from the front."

We turn Marcella around and fasten her with the back to the pole. Hectorius is giving her Posca during this break. I tell him that I would try out how the Sedile will work for her anus:

"Hectorius, wait. Before we go on, I will try if the Sedile can later penetrate her ass without a problem.
You know the deal by now. Spread your legs Marcella."

I approach her from the side with the Sedile, localize her rectum with my fingers, and slide the Sedile in. With my left arm I hold her upper body underneath her boobs. I can feel her stress, feel the breathing of the groaning thief.

I tell Gordian:

"Take your Penis and fuck her. Go ahead."

He pulls out his boner and penetrates the screaming Marcella's cunt.

I yell at him while I watch his Penis going in and out:
"Push Gordian, she is a virgin, we are not supposed to nail virgins to the cross."

After some time Hectorius can be heard:
"Enough. Go back into position and whip her thighs."

Hectorius counts 10 lashes for each thigh and tells us to stop:

"It's good. Prepare her for the march."

Very interesting. Her back has the common pattern that the victims have after the flogging. From the front though we have just worked on her thighs.

Louder and louder the crowd is meanwhile shouting: "Crucify, crucify......"

 

[cire]

GORDIAN:

......"crucify, crucify", the spectators in the Atrium are shouting. At the end of the flogging Marcella goes down to her knees, shaking. Dena and I untie the thief, drag the woman to the side, to throw her careless into the dust.

Like almost all victims, she peed on herself and vomited during the flogging.
Dena gets a bucket of cold water, dumps it on Marcella, to sort of clean her. Slowly she is regaining control over her body again.

Hectorius and I put her on her feet. Dena is wrapping the loincloth around Marcella's waist, redresses the delinquent with her tunic, to then give her more posca.
Dena speaks:

"Drink Marcella. You will need it. Look here, your Patibulum. I help you to put your clothes back on, in that way the Patibulum will not hurt your shoulders that much."

 

[cire]

Well possible that for many victims it was a salvation to finally be crucified.

It was probably beyond our modern thinking, what they had to endure until their crosses finally "saved" them.
For us it's history, but for millions of people, rape, torture, crucifixion was the reality in the roman empire.

Thanks Marcella for giving us an idea.