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Denise is Justly Punished
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Why, that is extremely kind of you, Bruce!
nailed girl
Governor
very kind from them ,washed styled and new loinclothes,
they will looking perfect on the cross
they will looking perfect on the cross
Hadrianus127
Tribune
This will change soon. More than once they will fall under the weight of their cross, soiling their bodies. Knees will be dirty and bloody from falls. Feet covered with scabs from the ground, and their backs will resemble a chopped chop after punitive whips. And surely one of them will resist, not wanting to carry their cross, wanting to delay the inevitable.
nailed girl
Governor
think they hold them in good conditions for the tv and reporters
Blue
Magistrate
Denise is Justly Punished – part thirteen
The death march is remarkably quiet, save for the cries of pain from the condemned when the whip strikes urging them forward, and the ongoing weeping of the family and friends forced to follow the piteous parade of humiliation. The television crew darts in and out from between the condemned, showing their faces up close, their sweat, fear, sadness, and humiliation on full display for the entire nation to witness. The ratings are, indeed, through the roof.
Denise 1123’s mind is racing ahead to what awaits her at the end of her journey. Reciting the “Hail Mary” over and over does little more than provide a distraction from the misery that engulfs her. Focusing on Jennifer 0317 in front of her, she’s trying to maintain a pace far enough behind her that allows for Jennifer 0317’s frequent falls yet fast enough to keep the whipmaster at bay. With each step the sheer terror of anticipating what awaits her grows: the beam on her shoulders seems to gain weight, the spikes hanging from her neck bounce roughly off her chest, and the whipmaster is never far away, offering not-so-gentle reminders of his presence with occasional strikes to her back and ass.
The guards lead them by their leash to a semi-wooded area on a slight rise about a half mile from the hangar. The television crew rushes ahead to the three poles laying on the ground; three poles that are patiently awaiting the crossbeam and the condemned woman that will soon be attached to it. The crew jockeys for the best spot to capture each woman’s facial expression as they realize their journey is over…
As if scripted and on cue, the television crew’s efforts are rewarded with horrified expressions of wide-eyed shock and fear etched on the face each of the women as they arrive: Maria 0517 blurts out “No, Dios mio, no!”; Jennifer 0317 quietly says over and over “This isn’t real… this can’t be happening”; while Denise 1123 simply gulps as she stares at the long beam she will soon be part of. As the family members arrive at the scene they too break out into gasps of horror and prayers for their doomed loved one: openly weeping, and some barely able to stand.
The poignancy of the moment is counterbalanced by the ruthless efficiency of the state as the execution team members assume their positions and await Judge Williams orders to begin. Maria 0517 is walked past the first two crosses, her knees buckling twice as she passes them, her guards holding her up and guiding her into position facing her stipes. They remove the patibulum from her shoulders and order her to kneel facing her cross, her back to the spectators, as she watches the men assemble her execution device.
Jennifer 0317 and Denise 1123 follow the same path with similar reactions: each woman is now instinctively covering her breasts with folded arms while the crews put the finishing touches on their crosses. Though no one is taunting them, showering them with insults as it was in Ancient Rome, each condemned woman feels the shame and humiliation of being called a murderer, an outcast from society, someone whose death is demanded to make the world a safer place... Their near-total nakedness sets them apart from all others and their loved ones will be forced to watch their gruesome nailing and subsequent slow-dance of death. The State will extract a heavy toll for their transgression, and nothing can stop it..
As the work is finished, and all three women are on their knees facing their cross, a strange, sudden hush falls over the entire area, as if time was suspended, frozen, surreal, ominous… even the television crew is quiet and dead still.
Officer Eileen breaks the silence: “Judge Williams, are you ready to give the final condemnation and orders of execution?” He points to Maria 0517 and says: “Her first- right?” Officer Eileen nods her head in agreement, saying nothing.
Judge Williams stands on his marked spot exactly six feet behind Maria 0517 and addresses the guards: “Have the murderess stand before me.” The guards each grab an arm of the terrified woman, lifting her up and turning her around to face the judge. Maria 0517’s face is streaked tears; her body trembles with fear before the judge, able to stand only with the support of the guards.
Judge Williams begins: “Maria 0517, you have been tried and convicted of the capital crime ‘Murder of the Unborn’. You have been condemned to death by crucifixion after receiving no less than seventy-five lashes of the bullwhip. Your whipping, having already taken place, was but a mild precursor to the agony that awaits as you are put to death on this cross before you.” He pauses, allowing the condemned woman some time to ponder, and react to, the bluntness of his statement. Maria 0517 obliges by crying out “Noooo!!!” as her eyes fill anew with tears, her body shaking uncontrollably in fear.
He continues, on cue from the television crew: “Your execution will proceed as follows: first, you will be stripped naked. You will then be laid down on the beam, arms outstretched, feet bound at the ankles. Your arms and feet will then be tightly bound by ropes to your cross. After you are thusly restrained, your executioner will then drive nails through you and into the wood in the following order: left wrist, right wrist, then both feet with left foot over right foot. Once the nailing is complete you will then be raised, with your cross falling into its designated hole and wedged in place to withstand your, inevitable, struggles. You will remain crucified until you are dead, at which time a family member may claim your body for burial.”
Again, Judge Williams pauses, letting the terror of the moment linger… Maria 1123 can make no sound, her mouth gaping open at the horror about to be unleashed upon her. In a somewhat softer tone, Judge Williams makes her an offer of compassion: “As a mercy, I will allow you the dignity of ten seconds to remove your crucifixion loincloth yourself, rather than have the guards do it forcibly for you. Once I instruct the guards to release your arms the count will begin.”
Judge Williams surveys the entire scene, making sure all is ready for the moment of truth. Satisfied with what he sees, he gives the order: “Guards: release her arms.”
Once her arms are free, Maria 0517’s first instinct is to cover her bare breasts with her hands. She quickly realizes that does not help her or address the judge’s offer.
Judge Williams begins the count: “10, 9, 8…”
Maria 0517 looks around, teeth chattering, her body a trembling wreck. Escape does not even cross her mind, so panic-stricken she is… Her quivering thumbs find the waistband of her loincloth, she begins to pull it down…
Judge Williams continues “7, 6, 5, 4…”
Suddenly, a voice rings out from the gathered families: “YOU BASTARD! YOU DIRTY FUCKING BASTARD!!!”
The death march is remarkably quiet, save for the cries of pain from the condemned when the whip strikes urging them forward, and the ongoing weeping of the family and friends forced to follow the piteous parade of humiliation. The television crew darts in and out from between the condemned, showing their faces up close, their sweat, fear, sadness, and humiliation on full display for the entire nation to witness. The ratings are, indeed, through the roof.
Denise 1123’s mind is racing ahead to what awaits her at the end of her journey. Reciting the “Hail Mary” over and over does little more than provide a distraction from the misery that engulfs her. Focusing on Jennifer 0317 in front of her, she’s trying to maintain a pace far enough behind her that allows for Jennifer 0317’s frequent falls yet fast enough to keep the whipmaster at bay. With each step the sheer terror of anticipating what awaits her grows: the beam on her shoulders seems to gain weight, the spikes hanging from her neck bounce roughly off her chest, and the whipmaster is never far away, offering not-so-gentle reminders of his presence with occasional strikes to her back and ass.
The guards lead them by their leash to a semi-wooded area on a slight rise about a half mile from the hangar. The television crew rushes ahead to the three poles laying on the ground; three poles that are patiently awaiting the crossbeam and the condemned woman that will soon be attached to it. The crew jockeys for the best spot to capture each woman’s facial expression as they realize their journey is over…
As if scripted and on cue, the television crew’s efforts are rewarded with horrified expressions of wide-eyed shock and fear etched on the face each of the women as they arrive: Maria 0517 blurts out “No, Dios mio, no!”; Jennifer 0317 quietly says over and over “This isn’t real… this can’t be happening”; while Denise 1123 simply gulps as she stares at the long beam she will soon be part of. As the family members arrive at the scene they too break out into gasps of horror and prayers for their doomed loved one: openly weeping, and some barely able to stand.
The poignancy of the moment is counterbalanced by the ruthless efficiency of the state as the execution team members assume their positions and await Judge Williams orders to begin. Maria 0517 is walked past the first two crosses, her knees buckling twice as she passes them, her guards holding her up and guiding her into position facing her stipes. They remove the patibulum from her shoulders and order her to kneel facing her cross, her back to the spectators, as she watches the men assemble her execution device.
Jennifer 0317 and Denise 1123 follow the same path with similar reactions: each woman is now instinctively covering her breasts with folded arms while the crews put the finishing touches on their crosses. Though no one is taunting them, showering them with insults as it was in Ancient Rome, each condemned woman feels the shame and humiliation of being called a murderer, an outcast from society, someone whose death is demanded to make the world a safer place... Their near-total nakedness sets them apart from all others and their loved ones will be forced to watch their gruesome nailing and subsequent slow-dance of death. The State will extract a heavy toll for their transgression, and nothing can stop it..
As the work is finished, and all three women are on their knees facing their cross, a strange, sudden hush falls over the entire area, as if time was suspended, frozen, surreal, ominous… even the television crew is quiet and dead still.
Officer Eileen breaks the silence: “Judge Williams, are you ready to give the final condemnation and orders of execution?” He points to Maria 0517 and says: “Her first- right?” Officer Eileen nods her head in agreement, saying nothing.
Judge Williams stands on his marked spot exactly six feet behind Maria 0517 and addresses the guards: “Have the murderess stand before me.” The guards each grab an arm of the terrified woman, lifting her up and turning her around to face the judge. Maria 0517’s face is streaked tears; her body trembles with fear before the judge, able to stand only with the support of the guards.
Judge Williams begins: “Maria 0517, you have been tried and convicted of the capital crime ‘Murder of the Unborn’. You have been condemned to death by crucifixion after receiving no less than seventy-five lashes of the bullwhip. Your whipping, having already taken place, was but a mild precursor to the agony that awaits as you are put to death on this cross before you.” He pauses, allowing the condemned woman some time to ponder, and react to, the bluntness of his statement. Maria 0517 obliges by crying out “Noooo!!!” as her eyes fill anew with tears, her body shaking uncontrollably in fear.
He continues, on cue from the television crew: “Your execution will proceed as follows: first, you will be stripped naked. You will then be laid down on the beam, arms outstretched, feet bound at the ankles. Your arms and feet will then be tightly bound by ropes to your cross. After you are thusly restrained, your executioner will then drive nails through you and into the wood in the following order: left wrist, right wrist, then both feet with left foot over right foot. Once the nailing is complete you will then be raised, with your cross falling into its designated hole and wedged in place to withstand your, inevitable, struggles. You will remain crucified until you are dead, at which time a family member may claim your body for burial.”
Again, Judge Williams pauses, letting the terror of the moment linger… Maria 1123 can make no sound, her mouth gaping open at the horror about to be unleashed upon her. In a somewhat softer tone, Judge Williams makes her an offer of compassion: “As a mercy, I will allow you the dignity of ten seconds to remove your crucifixion loincloth yourself, rather than have the guards do it forcibly for you. Once I instruct the guards to release your arms the count will begin.”
Judge Williams surveys the entire scene, making sure all is ready for the moment of truth. Satisfied with what he sees, he gives the order: “Guards: release her arms.”
Once her arms are free, Maria 0517’s first instinct is to cover her bare breasts with her hands. She quickly realizes that does not help her or address the judge’s offer.
Judge Williams begins the count: “10, 9, 8…”
Maria 0517 looks around, teeth chattering, her body a trembling wreck. Escape does not even cross her mind, so panic-stricken she is… Her quivering thumbs find the waistband of her loincloth, she begins to pull it down…
Judge Williams continues “7, 6, 5, 4…”
Suddenly, a voice rings out from the gathered families: “YOU BASTARD! YOU DIRTY FUCKING BASTARD!!!”
messaline
Crucified Amazon
Is Denise always convinced that she's guilty ? That's not noticed ...
messaline
Crucified Amazon
Exactly like Tree could do !
nailed girl
Governor
left over the right foot one big spike ..love it
settantuno
MUTUS PICTOR
Iconoclast12
Magistrate
Wow, what an image. And a great story so far!
Blue
Magistrate
I guess I would say she knows she’s guilty, and deserves her punishment, yet she still doesn’t want to die.
Blue
Magistrate
More like a slight detour than a true deviation...
Blue
Magistrate
Thanks, and thanks to @settantuno for the amazing artwork!
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Blue
Magistrate
Denise is Justly Punished – part fourteen
Maria 0517’s older brother is shouting, his face red with anger, veins popping in his neck, fist raised in pure hatred... but not at the executioners of his younger sister. Instead, the object of his anger is his own father, who he is now punching in the face, attacking him like a wild animal. “YOU FUCKING SICK BASTARD…!!! YOU DID THIS…!!! IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT…!!! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU BEFORE THEY KILL HER!!!”
Judge Williams is forced to stop his count as the growing melee between father and son captures everyone’s attention. Additional guards rush in to stop the fight and separate the two combatants. Quickly, the son is subdued and dragged away screaming at the top of his lungs “YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!! YOU KILLED HER!!! YOU!!! YOU!!! YOU….!!! FUCKING DIRTY COWARD…...!!!! WHY DON’T YOU DO SOMETHING TO STOP IT??? WHY….? FUCKING COWARD, ROT IN HELL… MAY YOU ROT IN FUCKING HELL”
Maria 0517 is now screaming, “STOP! STOP!! STOP…!!!” with her hands on her head pushing up her hair in a state of shock. The television crew abandons their original position to better capture the melee in the gallery, yet another unexpected deviation from Officer Eileen’s intricate plan. She quickly takes charge: rushing about, barking orders at everyone available, trying to regain control of the situation. For nearly a minute, an eternity in television time, chaos rules the scene. Gradually, due to the intense effort by Officer Eileen and the removal of the elder brother, order is now restored, Maria 0517’s execution can continue.
Judge Williams re-composes himself, finds his spot again, gets the ok from the television crew, and resumes his count: “Let’s see… where did I leave off? Oh, yes. 3,2,1…” Maria 0517 just stands there, hands covering her ears overwhelmed by the family drama on display… Judge Williams is unmoved… ordering: “Guards, strip the condemned now!”
Maria 0517 is quickly stripped, laid out, and bound to her cross. Firmly secured to the cross, her muscles strain desperately in vain against the ropes that bind her; but they are unyielding, unforgiving, implacable. Her head is shaking back and forth, hips twisting, leg and calf muscles visibly expanding and contracting in a desperate attempt to escape the inevitable. She’s crying out for her father to help her, to save her before it’s too late. He simply bows his head in silence, eyes scanning back and forth in their sockets to see if anyone is approaching him. No one approaches.
The oversize spikes have been removed from her necklace and are now in the executioner’s hands as he kneels next to her. These horrible spikes are about to replace the ropes as her attachment to the wood. As the executioner bends down, searching for the proper spot to drive the first spike home, Maria 0517’s gyrations suddenly stop. She stares in disbelief as the hammer is raised high, her mouth frozen open in a silent scream. The hammer descends, striking the nail head perfectly in the center, tearing through her flesh, separating the bones of her wrist, and rendering her left hand forever useless…
Maria 0517’s entire body convulses as the flash of pain strikes like a lightning bolt: white-hot, searing, and blotting nearly all conscious thought or reason. The spike hurts more than just her body, it also engulfs her soul… As her world comes crashing around her, and in between her screams of agony and pleas for mercy, she weeps openly, deeply, seemingly to, at last, grasp the implacability of the justice system and how no mercy will be afforded her, or any of the other condemned women.
Jennifer 0317 has been watching the proceedings the entire time, staring in disbelief at the sight of Maria 0517 being bound to the cross. Still in denial, Jennifer 0317 mutters: “This can’t be happening… this can’t be happening….” She repeats ‘This can’t be happening’ over and over, as a mantra of sorts, deeply breathing, trying to steady herself and fall into a trance-like state.
The clanging sound of the first hammer strike on the nail, and Maria 0517’s full-throated scream, abruptly awakens her, bringing her to the present moment fully. Now fully lucid, her mind focuses on only one thought: “This is really happening; I will be crucified. With nails. I will die crucified, naked, as slaves of Ancient Rome died thousands of years ago. I will suffer for days and die in an excruciating manner. This is no threat, it is real, and it has begun. It is not just a nightmare… I will soon be experiencing everything that poor girl is now experiencing and will have to watch the same done to the other woman. My God… My God… My God…”
The terror of this realization is overwhelming, too much to bear. As the hammer continues to pound Maria 0517’s wrist, Jennifer 0317’s mind temporarily snaps and completely disassociates her from reality. Oddly, and completely out of nowhere, a song she sang as a child with her mother comes to her now-crumbling mind; she sings it in a tearful, sobbing voice… “Raindrops keep falling on my head, but that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turning red, da-da-da-da- dah, dah….”
Officer Eileen has left Judge Williams’ side, allowing him to observe the final administration of Maria 0517’s death sentence. She now stands by Jennifer 0317, making small talk with one of Jennifer 0317’s guards while Maria 0517’s nailing continues; Jennifer 0317 continues to softly sing, utterly oblivious to the presence of her main tormentor.
Officer Eileen shakes her head in half anger and half embarrassment and says to the guard: “What a cluster fuck that was… I should’ve seen it coming… DAMNIT!!!... How could I have been so careless…?” She pounds a fist into her other hand, emphasizing her frustration… The guard gives her a half bored/half interested “uh-huh.” Ignoring his blasé response and making sure she is within earshot of Jennifer 0317, she continues: “We thought that might have been the case; there were rumors her father allegedly raped her on her eighteenth birthday. The baby was probably his, it was likely his decision to terminate the pregnancy. That would explain the brother’s reaction when she was about to be stripped… FUCK…!!! I should’ve been more prepared for that...”
As hoped for, Jennifer 0317 overhears the conversation and breaks from her trance-like singing. She looks at Officer Eileen with a clear expression of incredulity at the unfairness of this revelation. “You… You knew… Yet she’s the one sentenced to die? What? Why…?”
Without missing a beat Officer Eileen looks at the condemned woman, shrugs her shoulders and replies, “I would’ve thought you learned this by now… We always pay, we always pay… women always pay… Haven’t you learned yet? Women always pay for men’s messes; especially now…” Her voice trails off, lacking some of the assuredness it typically possesses.
Maria 0517’s nailing proceeds as expected; her right hand and feet are now pierced, and she is forever attached to the wooden cross. Though her will and desire to live are strong, the hammer, nails, and dedication to duty on the part of the executioner are stronger. Her cries for mercy, pleas for help from her predatory father and now-disappeared brother, all fall on deaf ears. The horror of the intrusion of the metal into her body overwhelms her as she lies there, gasping for air, searching for words yet unable to form them, so great is the pain of the nailing.
The nailing now complete, she is slowly raised, the cross tipping slightly from side-to-side as the guards lift her by hand. As the pressure on her nailed wrists and feet grows exponentially more horrific, her screams escalate to a fever-pitch, and her remaining family members all wail in gut-wrenching anguish. When the cross bottoms out, her body bounces uncontrollably, seeming to threaten the integrity of the nails, but they hold. The guttural sound she makes as her body twists on the nails is not human…
Officer Eileen turns to Jennifer 0317 and says: “Listen to her scream… I knew she’d be a screamer, the young one’s always are, so strong…, so full of vitality, full of life… My guess is she’ll outlast the two of you by at least a day, perhaps two!”
Jennifer 0317 winces at the remark and stops her singing… there is no escape from this reality that is about to smack her head-on.
Maria 0517 is now fully and completely crucified; now, and for the rest of her miserable life. She passes out for a brief time, the pain literally short-circuiting her brain from sensory overload. She hangs nearly motionless for a few minutes, then gradually becomes more and more aware of her predicament. Another fifteen seconds pass and her consciousness returns, along with the unimaginable pain.
It is not just the physical pain that returns full-on; it is the final, and sudden, realization she is indeed crucified and being executed by the state. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO……….!!!!!!!!!!! GOD, O GOD… NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO……….!!!” Maria 01517 fights the cruel spikes pinning her to the wood with all her might, her body billowing out from her cross, as if a sail on a boat catching a great wind. At the apex of her extension, she seems to be offering her body to the gods; perhaps they will show her a mercy and end her suffering quickly…? They do not.
Mixed in with her incoherent screams of agony Maria 0517 can be heard saying “Papi! Daddy! Mi Papa! Porque no me ayudes? Porque no me ayudes…??? AHHHHHH!!!! Dios…!!! No Mas… Te pido no… AHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Daddy! Daddy…!!! You Promis.. AHHHHHHHH!!! Papi – me di tu prometo… AHHHHHH….!!! You said it was OK… AHHHHHHHHHHHHH… please, make them stop! PLEASE!!!! PLEASE…!!! PLEASEEEEEE……...!!!”
Maria 0517’s father simply stands there, gazing at his feet, a blank expression on his face. Finally, he turns to his wife and says “I always told her ‘mi amor preciosa… cada vida es importante… my precious love, all life is sacred, all life…” His wife spits at him in disgust, and resumes watching her beloved daughter fight for breath, slowly dying before her very eyes, naked, in utter agony….
Maria 0517’s older brother is shouting, his face red with anger, veins popping in his neck, fist raised in pure hatred... but not at the executioners of his younger sister. Instead, the object of his anger is his own father, who he is now punching in the face, attacking him like a wild animal. “YOU FUCKING SICK BASTARD…!!! YOU DID THIS…!!! IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT…!!! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU BEFORE THEY KILL HER!!!”
Judge Williams is forced to stop his count as the growing melee between father and son captures everyone’s attention. Additional guards rush in to stop the fight and separate the two combatants. Quickly, the son is subdued and dragged away screaming at the top of his lungs “YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!! YOU KILLED HER!!! YOU!!! YOU!!! YOU….!!! FUCKING DIRTY COWARD…...!!!! WHY DON’T YOU DO SOMETHING TO STOP IT??? WHY….? FUCKING COWARD, ROT IN HELL… MAY YOU ROT IN FUCKING HELL”
Maria 0517 is now screaming, “STOP! STOP!! STOP…!!!” with her hands on her head pushing up her hair in a state of shock. The television crew abandons their original position to better capture the melee in the gallery, yet another unexpected deviation from Officer Eileen’s intricate plan. She quickly takes charge: rushing about, barking orders at everyone available, trying to regain control of the situation. For nearly a minute, an eternity in television time, chaos rules the scene. Gradually, due to the intense effort by Officer Eileen and the removal of the elder brother, order is now restored, Maria 0517’s execution can continue.
Judge Williams re-composes himself, finds his spot again, gets the ok from the television crew, and resumes his count: “Let’s see… where did I leave off? Oh, yes. 3,2,1…” Maria 0517 just stands there, hands covering her ears overwhelmed by the family drama on display… Judge Williams is unmoved… ordering: “Guards, strip the condemned now!”
Maria 0517 is quickly stripped, laid out, and bound to her cross. Firmly secured to the cross, her muscles strain desperately in vain against the ropes that bind her; but they are unyielding, unforgiving, implacable. Her head is shaking back and forth, hips twisting, leg and calf muscles visibly expanding and contracting in a desperate attempt to escape the inevitable. She’s crying out for her father to help her, to save her before it’s too late. He simply bows his head in silence, eyes scanning back and forth in their sockets to see if anyone is approaching him. No one approaches.
The oversize spikes have been removed from her necklace and are now in the executioner’s hands as he kneels next to her. These horrible spikes are about to replace the ropes as her attachment to the wood. As the executioner bends down, searching for the proper spot to drive the first spike home, Maria 0517’s gyrations suddenly stop. She stares in disbelief as the hammer is raised high, her mouth frozen open in a silent scream. The hammer descends, striking the nail head perfectly in the center, tearing through her flesh, separating the bones of her wrist, and rendering her left hand forever useless…
Maria 0517’s entire body convulses as the flash of pain strikes like a lightning bolt: white-hot, searing, and blotting nearly all conscious thought or reason. The spike hurts more than just her body, it also engulfs her soul… As her world comes crashing around her, and in between her screams of agony and pleas for mercy, she weeps openly, deeply, seemingly to, at last, grasp the implacability of the justice system and how no mercy will be afforded her, or any of the other condemned women.
Jennifer 0317 has been watching the proceedings the entire time, staring in disbelief at the sight of Maria 0517 being bound to the cross. Still in denial, Jennifer 0317 mutters: “This can’t be happening… this can’t be happening….” She repeats ‘This can’t be happening’ over and over, as a mantra of sorts, deeply breathing, trying to steady herself and fall into a trance-like state.
The clanging sound of the first hammer strike on the nail, and Maria 0517’s full-throated scream, abruptly awakens her, bringing her to the present moment fully. Now fully lucid, her mind focuses on only one thought: “This is really happening; I will be crucified. With nails. I will die crucified, naked, as slaves of Ancient Rome died thousands of years ago. I will suffer for days and die in an excruciating manner. This is no threat, it is real, and it has begun. It is not just a nightmare… I will soon be experiencing everything that poor girl is now experiencing and will have to watch the same done to the other woman. My God… My God… My God…”
The terror of this realization is overwhelming, too much to bear. As the hammer continues to pound Maria 0517’s wrist, Jennifer 0317’s mind temporarily snaps and completely disassociates her from reality. Oddly, and completely out of nowhere, a song she sang as a child with her mother comes to her now-crumbling mind; she sings it in a tearful, sobbing voice… “Raindrops keep falling on my head, but that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turning red, da-da-da-da- dah, dah….”
Officer Eileen has left Judge Williams’ side, allowing him to observe the final administration of Maria 0517’s death sentence. She now stands by Jennifer 0317, making small talk with one of Jennifer 0317’s guards while Maria 0517’s nailing continues; Jennifer 0317 continues to softly sing, utterly oblivious to the presence of her main tormentor.
Officer Eileen shakes her head in half anger and half embarrassment and says to the guard: “What a cluster fuck that was… I should’ve seen it coming… DAMNIT!!!... How could I have been so careless…?” She pounds a fist into her other hand, emphasizing her frustration… The guard gives her a half bored/half interested “uh-huh.” Ignoring his blasé response and making sure she is within earshot of Jennifer 0317, she continues: “We thought that might have been the case; there were rumors her father allegedly raped her on her eighteenth birthday. The baby was probably his, it was likely his decision to terminate the pregnancy. That would explain the brother’s reaction when she was about to be stripped… FUCK…!!! I should’ve been more prepared for that...”
As hoped for, Jennifer 0317 overhears the conversation and breaks from her trance-like singing. She looks at Officer Eileen with a clear expression of incredulity at the unfairness of this revelation. “You… You knew… Yet she’s the one sentenced to die? What? Why…?”
Without missing a beat Officer Eileen looks at the condemned woman, shrugs her shoulders and replies, “I would’ve thought you learned this by now… We always pay, we always pay… women always pay… Haven’t you learned yet? Women always pay for men’s messes; especially now…” Her voice trails off, lacking some of the assuredness it typically possesses.
Maria 0517’s nailing proceeds as expected; her right hand and feet are now pierced, and she is forever attached to the wooden cross. Though her will and desire to live are strong, the hammer, nails, and dedication to duty on the part of the executioner are stronger. Her cries for mercy, pleas for help from her predatory father and now-disappeared brother, all fall on deaf ears. The horror of the intrusion of the metal into her body overwhelms her as she lies there, gasping for air, searching for words yet unable to form them, so great is the pain of the nailing.
The nailing now complete, she is slowly raised, the cross tipping slightly from side-to-side as the guards lift her by hand. As the pressure on her nailed wrists and feet grows exponentially more horrific, her screams escalate to a fever-pitch, and her remaining family members all wail in gut-wrenching anguish. When the cross bottoms out, her body bounces uncontrollably, seeming to threaten the integrity of the nails, but they hold. The guttural sound she makes as her body twists on the nails is not human…
Officer Eileen turns to Jennifer 0317 and says: “Listen to her scream… I knew she’d be a screamer, the young one’s always are, so strong…, so full of vitality, full of life… My guess is she’ll outlast the two of you by at least a day, perhaps two!”
Jennifer 0317 winces at the remark and stops her singing… there is no escape from this reality that is about to smack her head-on.
Maria 0517 is now fully and completely crucified; now, and for the rest of her miserable life. She passes out for a brief time, the pain literally short-circuiting her brain from sensory overload. She hangs nearly motionless for a few minutes, then gradually becomes more and more aware of her predicament. Another fifteen seconds pass and her consciousness returns, along with the unimaginable pain.
It is not just the physical pain that returns full-on; it is the final, and sudden, realization she is indeed crucified and being executed by the state. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO……….!!!!!!!!!!! GOD, O GOD… NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO……….!!!” Maria 01517 fights the cruel spikes pinning her to the wood with all her might, her body billowing out from her cross, as if a sail on a boat catching a great wind. At the apex of her extension, she seems to be offering her body to the gods; perhaps they will show her a mercy and end her suffering quickly…? They do not.
Mixed in with her incoherent screams of agony Maria 0517 can be heard saying “Papi! Daddy! Mi Papa! Porque no me ayudes? Porque no me ayudes…??? AHHHHHH!!!! Dios…!!! No Mas… Te pido no… AHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Daddy! Daddy…!!! You Promis.. AHHHHHHHH!!! Papi – me di tu prometo… AHHHHHH….!!! You said it was OK… AHHHHHHHHHHHHH… please, make them stop! PLEASE!!!! PLEASE…!!! PLEASEEEEEE……...!!!”
Maria 0517’s father simply stands there, gazing at his feet, a blank expression on his face. Finally, he turns to his wife and says “I always told her ‘mi amor preciosa… cada vida es importante… my precious love, all life is sacred, all life…” His wife spits at him in disgust, and resumes watching her beloved daughter fight for breath, slowly dying before her very eyes, naked, in utter agony….
Hadrianus127
Tribune
Do these three poor girls have footrests. If not, they will suffer even more.
messaline
Crucified Amazon
Generally, it was nailed with the long nail getting through the feet ...
It's there that the victim understands that there will be no escape ! She will be shown, naked, nailed to the wood, to be used like a warning : " People, you do respect the laws ! "
So true ! The woman is the rest of the warrior, but if she fails somewhere, she has to pay ! ...
... and the punishment can be the worst, till to view her crucified !
After her horrible death, other woman will ask to take her rest'place ...
nailed girl
Governor
great!! love the reactions from the victims ,screams and pleas
miss the act, nailing feet, to crush and fix them with the big one spike
miss the act, nailing feet, to crush and fix them with the big one spike
