The female executioner for Numerus Brittonum et Exploratorum Nemanigensium

[cire]

DENA:

Marcella, more flesh for entertainment

Gordian, Hectorius and I are joking while we walk. Marcella somtimes struggles with the Patibulum on her back, but there seems to be no serious problem with her condition. She is a young, healthy woman. The flogging, the heat, the march with the Patibulum take it's toll, but there will be no cause for complaint. Her upper body is sparcely covered by a dirty, bloodstained rag, that just hours ago was a simple Tunic without sleeves.
When I look at her from the side, I can nicely check out the hanging down, swinging tits. The crowd will have a lot of fun when she glances at them from the cross, the Commander Aurelian will be satisfied because justice reigns.


I talk laughing to Hectorius:

"Yesterday when I attended the execution of the two criminals and the three slaves, I found it very entertaining. The little slave Daniela was insulting the criminals Andrea and Cire, since they were not allowed to keep the loincloth. It was extremely funny when the slave-owner came later on, to also strip the slaves. Daniela appeared to be very upset and ashamed in that moment, she blushed."

Hectorius replies smiling:

"We decided to crucify only the two criminals naked. There was the chance of a riot, that's why we wanted not to overdo it with humiliation and violence. I had the impression that when the two criminals arrived at the execution site, they must have thought that they sort of end up like the three slaves. Fixed to the crosses with ropes, and the loincloth on. Cire was very astonished when we stripped him completely, and nailed his wrists to his Patibulum. It's very important that the victims never have an idea, how we will crucify them."

Gordian:

"Yes, he couldn't believe what he was seeing, when you drove that one long spike into his feet. He kept looking down with his mouth open, as if he wanted see what you were doing to him. The spike came perfectly out of the heel of his bottom foot. He was even to astonished to really scream. I will check out later, how you exactly did it."

Hectorius laughing:

"I agree. He really didn't have an idea how I wanted him to hang on the cross. Cire was automatically trying to stand with both feet on the footrest, when his Patibulum was attached. He was pressing his heels all the way to the Stipes, so he was quite easy to hold and nail."

"I nailed his feet in two steps. First diagonal through the ankle of the foot that I wanted on top, the tip of the spike exiting the heel about an inch.
When his first foot was nailed, I had to check out with my fingers if the tip came out of the heel far enough. All that was left to do for me, was to give the spike another blow while I held the pierced foot, set the yet unnailed foot onto the footrest where I wanted it, to then actually press the tip of the spike with his nailed foot into the ankle of the bottom one."

"Working that way, I was able to drive it also diagonal through ankle and foot on the footrest, but into the Stipes. There is no need to hammer the nail more than maybe two inches into the Stipes. Cire had to watch what I was doing. To release his wrists, he was forced to stand straight, no matter what. This was helpful for us. Furthermore have I used his body as a tool for his own execution. I saw the sweat coming out of his pores and the goosebumps all over his body. I always kept and eye on him. You never know, people often piss and shit when we crucify them."

Then he says to Marcella:

"We are almost there Thief. The crucified are looking at us. I hope you still have enough power to give us a hand when we crucify you."



Hectorius turns to me and Gordian to continue:

"Yesterday we wanted to finish the executed off before nighttime. First I checked Daniela, she was hanging with bowed head and obviously was dead. To make sure that she is finished, a Legionaire stabbed her into her ribcage. Thereafter we broke the legs of the two male slaves. By that time the two criminals were still in very good condition. We placed the tip of the Pilum between Andrea's dangling tits. She tried to escape, but got stopped by the Stipes, then the Pilum went in. I still got to laugh when I think about it. It seemed like she wanted to scream in that moment, but no sound came out of her mouth.
Then we did the same to Cire, but without a tit-show. Like with all crucified men his cock is harder than ever before, even after he is dead."

The three of us are laughing out loud.

I yell to the Legionaires:

"Move the crowd away from the crucified."

Then I speak to Marcella:

"Here we are. You have accomblished the march."

We take halt in front of the Stipes next to Lucia. Marcella is raising her head, checking out the crucified. Sweat is running down her face and body in streams......



Repertor has created this image, to impressively visualize the arrival of the victim!

 

[cire]

DENA:

3 Sesterces

.....we are standing next to the crucified Lucia who is in a way embracing her cross, but looking to her right to see what we are doing. Messaline and Loxuru also seem to watch every little move in front of them, despite the crucified are forced to constantly move for better positions. Like often when men are crucified, Loxuru is hanging with erect Penis. Even the 4 dead guys from yesterday kept their boners.

Marcella is a young, pretty woman. All of a sudden she is forced to have Loxuru's dick almost in front of her face. This is so funny.

The audience was moved back by the guards, from a little distance they are yelling: "Crucify, crucify". Marcella is shaking, obviously the girl is scared. We untie her from the Patibulum to lay the wood to the ground next from Lucia, opposite of Messaline and Loxuru.

Hectorius is checking the Stipes, nods that it's well fixed in the ground.

I tell Marcella:
"Stand now, we must undress you."

Gordian and I are tearing off Marcella's clothes. Instinctively the young woman covers up her cunt with one hand, while with the other she protects her nipples.
I go to bring the bag with nails and my hammer to lay it down aside of the Patibulum. Reach into the bag, get two nails, apply a wooden washer to each. Hectorius and Gordian are grabbing, spreding Marcella's arms, while a Legionaire is holding her by the knees. They lift her up.

Some people in the crowd scream laughing:
"She is supposed to die naked. You got to strip her completely."

Marcella isn't shaved. Her fine pubic hair, indeed, covers her cunt.

Smiling I speak to a man in the audience:
"That is additional work you asshole. If you pay, then I will shave the bitch before we will crucify her. Give me 3 Sesterces, one for each armpit and one for the cunt, and I'll shave her."

Immediately one of the shouting men steps up to my tools and tosses 3 Sesterces into the bag:
"Naked, we want her naked. According to the roman law, you have to nail her naked to the cross."

I tell the team:
"Lay her with her shoulders onto her Patibulum, spread her arms and legs."

Meanwhile Marcella is screaming:
"No, no, please no."

I pull out my knife and kneel down aside of Marcella, calming her:
"Stay calm. I shave my body hair the same way."

Using the index and the middle finger to stretch the lips of her wet, pink vulva, I'm able scratch the pubic hair completely off with the sharp blade. Then I go ahead and shave the armpits of the trembling victim.
I think to myself: "Absolutely crazy, don't we make our aliving by executing people? We'll, we can later on spend the Sesterces in the Tavern.
Additional wages for shaving a cunt. This is a madhouse."

Hectorius, Gordian and the Legionaire are making jokes:
"Hey Dena, good job shaving the cunt. We hope you know how to proceed."

Sure do I know how to proceed.....

 

[ShadowWolf]

DENA:

3 Sesterces

.....we are standing next to the crucified Lucia who is in a way embracing her cross, but looking to her right to see what we are doing. Messaline and Loxuru also seem to watch every little move in front of them, despite the crucified are forced to constantly move for better positions. Like often when men are crucified, Loxuru is hanging with erect Penis. Even the 4 dead guys from yesterday kept their boners.

Marcella is a young, pretty woman. All of a sudden she is forced to have Loxuru's dick almost in front of her face. This is so funny.

The audience was moved back by the guards, from a little distance they are yelling: "Crucify, crucify". Marcella is shaking, obviously the girl is scared. We untie her from the Patibulum to lay the wood to the ground next from Lucia, opposite of Messaline and Loxuru.

Hectorius is checking the Stipes, nods that it's well fixed in the ground.

I tell Marcella:
"Stand now, we must undress you."

Gordian and I are tearing off Marcella's clothes. Instinctively the young woman covers up her cunt with one hand, while with the other she protects her nipples.
I go to bring the bag with nails and my hammer to lay it down aside of the Patibulum. Reach into the bag, get two nails, apply a wooden washer to each. Hectorius and Gordian are grabbing, spreding Marcella's arms, while a Legionaire is holding her by the knees. They lift her up.

Some people in the crowd scream laughing:
"She is supposed to die naked. You got to strip her completely."

Marcella isn't shaved. Her fine pubic hair, indeed, covers her cunt.

Smiling I speak to a man in the audience:
"That is additional work you asshole. If you pay, then I will shave the bitch before we will crucify her. Give me 3 Sesterces, one for each armpit and one for the cunt, and I'll shave her."

Immediately one of the shouting men steps up to my tools and tosses 3 Sesterces into the bag:
"Naked, we want her naked. According to the roman law, you have to nail her naked to the cross."

I tell the team:
"Lay her with her shoulders onto her Patibulum, spread her arms and legs."

Meanwhile Marcella is screaming:
"No, no, please no."

I pull out my knife and kneel down aside of Marcella, calming her:
"Stay calm. I shave my body hair the same way."

Using the index and the middle finger to stretch the lips of her wet, pink vulva, I'm able scratch the pubic hair completely off with the sharp blade. Then I go ahead and shave the armpits of the trembling victim.
I think to myself: "Absolutely crazy, don't we make our aliving by executing people? We'll, we can later on spend the Sesterces in the Tavern.
Additional wages for shaving a cunt. This is a madhouse."

Hectorius, Gordian and the Legionaire are making jokes:
"Hey Dena, good job shaving the cunt. We hope you know how to proceed."

Sure do I know how to proceed.....

A nice addition of shaving Marcella

 

[Loxuru]

Like often when men are crucified, Loxuru is hanging with erect Penis.

Now that you mention it... suspension syndrome, I suppose!

Marcella is a young, pretty woman. All of a sudden she is forced to have Loxuru's dick almost in front of her face. This is so funny.

It's not personal, Marcella!

Meanwhile, being on the first row to watch another execution! Cannot help to find it exciting, despite my own perilous position!

 

[Loxuru]

The crucifixion show.

Unexpectedly, we became onlookers of another show of Roman justice, of another crucifixion show.

We even have (although forcedly) the best view, from our front seats. Front seats provided by Roman justice too, and ‘seats’ to be taken literally, sitting on that rough wooden sedile. Meanwhile, we are part of the show too! People are staying here to watch our agony. They stay here from a mixed incentive to mock our nudity and our suffering, to get excited by it, and to leave to home at the end, being satisfied that our hours long pain and humiliation have served justice appropriately!

There is some particular mood ruling the show. The onlookers want to see acceptance! It works as long as we behave alike! The people want to see us suffering. There is no pride in our cries of pain, in our naked dancing, in our visible despair. But whatever criminal we are, the onlookers respect that, and give us an ear, if we want to talk about it, and they give us to drink if we ask for it.

Most of all, however, as part of the attitude of acceptance, we must try to conceal our shame. The way to make the onlookers enjoy our shame, is by begging for mercy! Then they will realize the success of the execution.

For a crucified, this is of course easier said than done. When pain and fear for death become too much, of which there has already been more than one occasion during my ordeal, that I desperately wanted to make such an appeal to the spectators.

Hiding shame is particularly a challenge in my case, with my constantly erect cock. The onlookers of course notice it, and taunt me about it. “Loxuru, that cross is clearly the best lover you ever had!?”

Some army surgeon had once explained me that this is due to the hanging position of the crucified, making the blood move downward. Hence it seems merely a physical side effect of a crucified’s perilous position. But that same surgeon had also told me that legionnaires, when they charge in battle, facing a deadly close combat with the enemy, also often charge with a erect cock. According to him, the substances in the blood that create sexual excitement, are also released when a man is in a stressful situation like during a battle.

Or a stressful situation like hanging nailed on a cross, most likely! I suppose, these two bodily effects also apply to me in this situation! And because of, strange enough, feelings of arousal. That erect cock is both a source of shame and a ‘fuck you’ towards the onlookers. The posca? The blood drained from my head? My narcissism (I was a performer, remember?). My mood cycles around from shame to pain to arousal and back, like my body cycles up and downward in the vain search of comfort.

Marcella has meanwhile arrived. She is clearly scared, facing her terrible ordeal.

Marcella’s coming put me in another triangle of emotions : pity for her, anger against Roman justice, and … the excitement of an onlooker. When she arrived, Dena and her team walked her up to just in front of my cock. On purpose to shame me?

Meanwhile, some of the onlookers are now offering money to shave Marcella. I told you, it’s a show, and we, the condemned (even the dead from yesterday) and Dena and her team are the performers.

 

[cire]

The crucifixion show.

Unexpectedly, we became onlookers of another show of Roman justice, of another crucifixion show.

We even have (although forcedly) the best view, from our front seats. Front seats provided by Roman justice too, and ‘seats’ to be taken literally, sitting on that rough wooden sedile. Meanwhile, we are part of the show too! People are staying here to watch our agony. They stay here from a mixed incentive to mock our nudity and our suffering, to get excited by it, and to leave to home at the end, being satisfied that our hours long pain and humiliation have served justice appropriately!

There is some particular mood ruling the show. The onlookers want to see acceptance! It works as long as we behave alike! The people want to see us suffering. There is no pride in our cries of pain, in our naked dancing, in our visible despair. But whatever criminal we are, the onlookers respect that, and give us an ear, if we want to talk about it, and they give us to drink if we ask for it.

Most of all, however, as part of the attitude of acceptance, we must try to conceal our shame. The way to make the onlookers enjoy our shame, is by begging for mercy! Then they will realize the success of the execution.

For a crucified, this is of course easier said than done. When pain and fear for death become too much, of which there has already been more than one occasion during my ordeal, that I desperately wanted to make such an appeal to the spectators.

Hiding shame is particularly a challenge in my case, with my constantly erect cock. The onlookers of course notice it, and taunt me about it. “Loxuru, that cross is clearly the best lover you ever had!?”

Some army surgeon had once explained me that this is due to the hanging position of the crucified, making the blood move downward. Hence it seems merely a physical side effect of a crucified’s perilous position. But that same surgeon had also told me that legionnaires, when they charge in battle, facing a deadly close combat with the enemy, also often charge with a erect cock. According to him, the substances in the blood that create sexual excitement, are also released when a man is in a stressful situation like during a battle.

Or a stressful situation like hanging nailed on a cross, most likely! I suppose, these two bodily effects also apply to me in this situation! And because of, strange enough, feelings of arousal. That erect cock is both a source of shame and a ‘fuck you’ towards the onlookers. The posca? The blood drained from my head? My narcissism (I was a performer, remember?). My mood cycles around from shame to pain to arousal and back, like my body cycles up and downward in the vain search of comfort.

Marcella has meanwhile arrived. She is clearly scared, facing her terrible ordeal.

Marcella’s coming put me in another triangle of emotions : pity for her, anger against Roman justice, and … the excitement of an onlooker. When she arrived, Dena and her team walked her up to just in front of my cock. On purpose to shame me?

Meanwhile, some of the onlookers are now offering money to shave Marcella. I told you, it’s a show, and we, the condemned (even the dead from yesterday) and Dena and her team are the performers.

That is so impressive Loxuru....

 

[Loxuru]

That is so impressive Loxuru....

Too much posca and blood draining from my brain to my cock makes me get - and write down - such thoughts!

Dena is also impressed (about her own work?) as she stands in front of me (I needed even more posca - actually some amount of good beer - to draw this one).

 

[cire]

The crucifixion show.


Hiding shame is particularly a challenge in my case, with my constantly erect cock. The onlookers of course notice it, and taunt me about it. “Loxuru, that cross is clearly the best lover you ever had!?”

Some army surgeon had once explained me that this is due to the hanging position of the crucified, making the blood move downward. Hence it seems merely a physical side effect of a crucified’s perilous position. But that same surgeon had also told me that legionnaires, when they charge in battle, facing a deadly close combat with the enemy, also often charge with a erect cock. According to him, the substances in the blood that create sexual excitement, are also released when a man is in a stressful situation like during a battle.

Or a stressful situation like hanging nailed on a cross, most likely! I suppose, these two bodily effects also apply to me in this situation! And because of, strange enough, feelings of arousal. That erect cock is both a source of shame and a ‘fuck you’ towards the onlookers. The posca? The blood drained from my head? My narcissism (I was a performer, remember?). My mood cycles around from shame to pain to arousal and back, like my body cycles up and downward in the vain search of comfort.

Marcella has meanwhile arrived. She is clearly scared, facing her terrible ordeal.

Marcella’s coming put me in another triangle of emotions : pity for her, anger against Roman justice, and … the excitement of an onlooker. When she arrived, Dena and her team walked her up to just in front of my cock. On purpose to shame me?

Meanwhile, some of the onlookers are now offering money to shave Marcella. I told you, it’s a show, and we, the condemned (even the dead from yesterday) and Dena and her team are the performers.

The Spectators probably have no idea what the crucifixion does to the bodies of the condemned. Therefore, all kinds of statements can be heard:

For instance a woman to her husband:
"Look at the crucified men. They got to be evil. They seem to enjoy that they are are hanging naked on the crosses. To me this fact proves alone, they deserve the death on the cross."

 

[cire]

DENA:

Marcella gets nailed to her Patibulum

.......after the shaving job, Marcella's pink cunt is well visible for everybody. Yes of course do the people like it like that. On the cross, when she will decide to take up the Sedile in her cunt, the crowd will appreciate it a lot.

The mob is yelling loud:

"Crucify, crucify, crucify."

Gordian is placing Marcella's shoulders properly on her Patibulum, holding her to the wood from behind. One Legionaire is keeping her above the knees to the ground, while two others place her arms and hands in the correct position. Marcella is breathing fast. Gordian has to press down her upper body between her bouncing, perfectly shaped tits.
I push my thumb into the correct spot for the nail in her right wrist, nodding to Hectorius to mark it with the tip of Pilum. Skillful he makes a small cut. I want the nail to go through without causing any serious damage or bloodloss. Then we step over Marcella to do the same with her left wrist. I feel Marcella's eyes on me.

The heat, the stress, the concentration. Sweat runs down my body. Drops of sweat are running over my nipples and fall down randomly on Marcella or the ground. Marcella though, is meanwhile also sweating blood.

This is an important state of the execution. The arms should be spread, but not stretched all the way. Even later, when she sits on her Sedile, I want her to be able to move at least a little before the nails will hold her back.

I command:

"Hold her firm in place. I'll nail her right wrist."



I grab the Hammer and a prepared nail, kneel down in front of Marcella's right hand. I press the nail as deep as possible into the flesh underneath the mark .

Marcella screams:

"No, no, please no. I'm innocent."



Lol. All of the condemned are innocent. At least as soon as they seem to understand what will happen to them. I take a look at her. Goosebumps are all over her cold, sweating body. I hit the nail careful, to drive it through her wrist as she watches me surprised. As soon as I feel the resistence of the wood, I hammer the nail in with all my power, fixing the arm.
Urin and body liquid is coming out of her cunt. Good that she is doing it now. It's not that nice when she does that, while we have to kneel and work underneath her on her feet.

Immediately her hand becomes a claw. Her thumb gets pulled towards the palm of her hand. Later, due to the pain that she must endure, the thumbs must dig into the palm of her hands. Recognizing that with a smile, I ignore the screaming victim, step over the thief and also, with controlled violence, nail her left wrist.



An executioner can tell in no time, wether a crucifixion is done good or sorry.......

 

[Loxuru]

"Look at the crucified men. They got to be evil. They seem to enjoy that they are are hanging naked on the crosses. To me this fact proves alone, they deserve the death on the cross."

The lady should distinguish between joy and being subjected to a weird and complex stress state! I she thinks it is an enjoyable experience, whe may certainly join us on a cross.

 

[cire]

The crucifixion show.

Unexpectedly, we became onlookers of another show of Roman justice, of another crucifixion show.

We even have (although forcedly) the best view, from our front seats. Front seats provided by Roman justice too, and ‘seats’ to be taken literally, sitting on that rough wooden sedile. Meanwhile, we are part of the show too! People are staying here to watch our agony. They stay here from a mixed incentive to mock our nudity and our suffering, to get excited by it, and to leave to home at the end, being satisfied that our hours long pain and humiliation have served justice appropriately!

That's an aspect that I love about the crucifixion under the circumstances of the execution site nearby that Kastell and the village in this story.

What and how does a crucified feel, when a new delinquent arrives at the site?
Quite a number of victims are probably glad, that somebody else will be sharing their fate.

Are all the already executed going to watch a crucifixion from the cross, since they have the chance?
Is it possible that there is crucified that are ashamed too much to watch?

Feel invited to reply without shame......

 

[Loxuru]

What and how does a crucified feel, when a new delinquent arrives at the site?
Quite a number of victims are probably glad, that somebody else will be sharing their fate.

Deep inside... the more the merrier! Sounds a bit of absurd, but everyone else getting crucified, 'reinforces our side'! I would be 'glad' anyway, that others would already be crucified, or crucified with me.
For the condemned, still walking, or nailed, makes a whole world of difference, but once hanging on that cross, it makes no difference anymore for us.

Are all the already executed going to watch a crucifixion from the cross, since they have the chance?

So, I will watch, without shame!

 

[cire]

DENA:

Bring her to her feet

We, the torturers are standing around Marcella, who is lying on the ground with her wrists nailed to her Patibulum. All of a sudden it's quiet at the execution site. The silence only interrupted by the screams and the moaning of the crucified.
Marcella's naked body is shining in the sun, her boobs hanging down left and right. Between her boobs, on her legs shoulders and stomach there is a handprins that Gordian, Hectorius and the Legionaires have left on her skin when they held her in place as I nailed her.

With a rope Hectorius is figuring out the measure from Marcella's armpits to her feet. He then transfers the distance from the point where the Patibulum will rest on the Stipes down, and hammers Marcella's footrest slightly above the ground to her upright.

Full of fear, and not understanding what will happen to her, Marcella is looking at us.

I speak to her:

"We will bring you to your feet now. As soon as you stand you have to go backwards a few steps, until your Patibulum makes contact with the Stipes. Then we will lift the Patibulum in it's final place. You will have no problem to keep your feet on the ground while we do that."

Then the men lift the Patibulum up knee high, to have Marcella in a sort of "sitting" position.

Knowing that this is a difficult task, I step behind Marcella and reach with my arms under her Patibulum and her armpits. Take my hands on her tits, to relieve the nailed wrists when she stands up. I don't want her to faint. It's very important, that she is always fully aware of what we do to her.

I yell:

"Stand up."

Instinctively she pulls her knees towards her chest, and helps us to get her screaming on her feet. We are balancing the Patibulum and try to not twist it.

I speak again:

"Slowly back. Maybe three or four careful steps, Marcella."

Gasping for air like crazy, she accomblishes the steps with the Patibulum backwards to her Stipes.

I command:

"Yes. Really good. We have to lift the Patibulum for a short moment higher than your Stipes. That will stretch your arms to a point, but you will still be able to stand. At least tip toes."

Saying that, I move in front of her, grab her rib cage on the sides. Gordian and a Legionaire are holding the arms. Hectorius has leaned a ladder to the Stipes, climbs up to control the way up of the Patibulum from behind.

"Lift up."

As I'm stating that, the Patibulum moves up slowly along the Stipes. Marcella stretches in total agony, rolls her eyes, watches each of us in hectic as we work on her laughing.

I inhale her breath, feel her heartbeat and the goosebumps at her skin, while my hands hold her. With my right thumb I go over her nipple, to see if the nipple is hard. Yes it is, hard and erect. Then the Patibulum is in place.
Right away she looks down, puts her feet on her footrest, stands straight to take the pressure off of her wrists......



Yusseby's drawing is perfect. A thrilling moment, so full of sarcasm and emotions.

 

[Loxuru]

From my own cross, I am a spectator with a 'priviliged' view of Marcella's crucifixion.
For a moment, I forget my own trouble and watch with fascination.
I almost feel the urge to say "You are doing fine, Marcella!"

 

[Althanie J]

DIVERSITY

Dena had to gain knowledge of what actually could be done, before she was assigned to her first execution.
Upside down, St. Andrews cross, just the Stipes, a high or a low cross, all these possibilities got mentioned.
The other executioners explained that most of the time, they used a regular low cross. Attached the condemned to the Patibulum and then lifted this "assembly" onto the stipes.

Now and then the victim was just nailed to the already mounted cross on the ground.
That, so they stated, had to do with a certain entertainment and an additional thrilling show effect, when they raised the cross.

Is the condemned fixed with the face to the cross, with the arms behind the Patibulum, the Stipes inclined to the front, declined
to the back, or straight. All that was an option and had to do with the preferences of the executioner.
In a lot of cases, slaves faced the execution for actually nothing, but still their owner decided to do so, just to get off on the power over life and death.

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Ropes, nails, sometimes both, could be used to attach the victims.
If Dena wanted to, she could allow the condemned to put some clothes back on after the flogging, or eventually give her approval for a loincloth on the cross. In many cases when slaves had to be executed, the owner advised, if the dying happened completely undressed.
That normally was agreed with the customers. But they could not advise how his condemned "property" was fixed to the cross, this was exclusively up to the skills of the executioners.

When Aurelian had sold an execution to one of the landowners in the area, he always pointed out that it's up to the executioner, how he wanted to attach his victim. A rule that couldn't be touched.

The worst thing that Aurelian could think of, was a scenario of discussing guards, customers, torturers, spectators and victims. Due to massive alcohol abuse of the executioners in the forts nearby, all kind of bullshit that nobody needs, so he thought, went down already.

Then the executioners and guards reported about prolongation to Dena.
When, how and what to give the crucified to drink for an extended dying. To maybe get the hanging drunk, was for sure a lot of fun for the audience.

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The conversation amongst the crowd, the guards and the crucified sometimes was reaching a sensational entertainment value. Well done the dying could last up to five days, they stated. With of course only the first few hours generating disport.
Especially when the cross was equiped with some sort of seat and a sedile, it could happen that the victim vanished into madness after a few days, but was still alive.

Meanwhile two criminals, a woman and a man, had been arrested. Furthermore a landowner had paid Aurelian good money for the crucifixion for three of his slaves. A rebellious female, and two of her friends.

Besides these five persons, two agitating bards were currently under arrest.
Aurelian decided that the criminals would be sentenced to death the next morning. The three slaves would also be snuffed with them. His executioners assigned to the legion taking care of that.
The two rioters would get crucified a day later. Now that is going to be Dena's first task.

Aurelian advised his guards to prepare the sessorium, and made sure that the word was spread around in the village. The two criminals have caused a lot of trouble, he was convinced that the people are going to appreciate this crucifixion a lot. Everybody present expected a big crowd with unexpected interruptions.
Furthermore had the landowner advised all of his slaves and personell, to attend the execution of the rebellious female slave and her two friends.

On the basis of all these facts, Aurelian had increased the number of guards and soldiers at the scene on the first day to forty. On the next day, for the bards he'd drop it to twenty.
Personally Aurelian didn't like mass executions, as a matter of fact, he wasn't a friend of capital punishment at all. Nevertheless it paid off now that Dena was ready, giving him the chance to actually split the crucifixions over two days.

Dena intended to watch the executions on the next day, to may gain some more impressions for her task.

Wine from the rolling hills around the Moenus valley was then served, and they all shared the feeling of control.......total control.


I have attached drawings from Yusseby, that shocked and captured me immediately.
Thank you very much for your outstanding work Yusseby

I can't thank you enough on posting this image! I have been searching all over the internet to figure out what, I now know, is called a mortise and tenon joint!
I've been racking my brain on how, when I start doing my own crux plays, I'm going to secure the Patibulum to the Stipe. This was one option, but in order to learn how to carve it I needed to know what the joint fixture was called.

 

[woodflesh]

That's an aspect that I love about the crucifixion under the circumstances of the execution site nearby that Kastell and the village in this story.

What and how does a crucified feel, when a new delinquent arrives at the site?
Quite a number of victims are probably glad, that somebody else will be sharing their fate.

Are all the already executed going to watch a crucifixion from the cross, since they have the chance?
Is it possible that there is crucified that are ashamed too much to watch?

Feel invited to reply without shame......

Watching a crucifixion while being crucified myself is awesome.

 

[Loxuru]

Watching a crucifixion while being crucified myself is awesome.

Do I spot an envious onlooker?

 

[woodflesh]

Do I spot an envious onlooker?

Do you want to be crucified together with me?

 

[Loxuru]

Do you want to be crucified together with me?

You are too late! Dena already nailed me to a cross!

Meanwhile, a crude scetch here. Marcella nailed to her patibulum, seen from my cross.

 

[cire]

DENA:

One nail to fix Marcella's feet

......a Legionaire, Gordian and I kneel down in front of Marcella, while Hectorius is standing on a ladder behind her, holding her head away from the Stipes. We don't want Marcella to bang the head against the wood and faint.

We have to be careful. I don't want her to pee or defecate on us when we are working "under" Marcella. I recognize that she is looking down on us, as if she wants to make sure we do our job right.



The Legionaire is holding both legs from behind by the shins, while Gordian has pulled the left foot a little away of the Stipes, slightly bending toes and forefoot over the declining footrest.

I explain:

"Hold her firm now. You Marcella try to keep standing like you do. I want the nail to go in between the first and second metatarsal bones."

With my indexfinger I can find the right spot easy. Actually I squeeze the slender, approximately 9 inches long nail, into the foot of the heavy breathing and sweating woman.

Marcella screams:

"Please no, please no, I'm innocent. Find my parents, they will pay for the stolen goods."

I look up to her, recognize the goosebumps all over her upper body, see the hardened nipples. Our eyes meet and I answer:

"Yes, I know."

I hit the nail so that the tip protrudes from the bottom of the foot.

Then I talk to Gordian:
"Place the tip in the same spot on the right foot. Make sure that the heel is all the way back to the Stipes."

Roughly the men bring Marcella's feet into the final position. No mercy. Fully concentrated, we don't seem to take notice of Marcella's screams, the begging for mercy. I do my job, nothing more, nothing less.
Another quick glance up. Hectorius' smiling face, while he's holding the victim's head, Marcella's wildly dancing boobs, as sweat and blood from her drip down on my naked upper body. She pees a little. Urin is running down her legs. To me, nothing to think about.

In my left fist I hold the nail, hit it. With the common dull clack, accompanied by the screams of the victim and the laughter of the crowd, it also goes through Marcella's foot that is placed on the footrest. From there the nail makes it's way into the wood of the footrest. Three more hits, then the nail is in deep enough to hold everything together......

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