For me, it's rather when I'm nailed to the cross, naked and totaly submitted to these nails blocking an eventual possibility of to escape ...
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ROPES VERSUS NAILS
Absolutely Messaline.
Some thoughts from me about the issue ropes versus nails:
From the nails we get the message that there is no escape. Even though crucifixion with ropes is horryfying too, nails probably lift the execution to another level. Doesn't it also make a huge difference for the perspective of the condemned?
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ROPES:
To get tied to the cross is definitely humiliating, painful, stressful. The Legionaires may have much more heavy work to do. Most likely youre not tied to the cross while it is laying, since it's hard to wrap the ropes around the Stipes, Patibulum, legs and arms like that. So they take your Patibulum off your back and attach it to a Stipes that is already fixed in the ground. It's assembled in front of you. Scary, you can see the nail holes from previous executions, surrounded by black dried blood. Then they must take your clothes away before they force you with the back to the wood.
That's awkward. Due to natural instinct, the victims will try to cover private parts and tits. The executioners tell you to climb up a ladder 1 or 2 rungs, they hold your body, get your arms over the Patibulum. There is all the yelling from the execution team when you are moved in position. Sweat makes your flogged skin burn like fire, the raw wood scratches your back, bones crack when the ropes get tied. Underneath the heel of your bottom foot and about at the height of your ass, 2 little boards got placed for you for additional support. In a way your body stays intact. You find yourself in a condition where you can still experience and watch everything that happens.
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NAILS:
I have no idea why, but in my phantasie, or when I'm dreaming, I get crucified with nails. Let me tell you, I'd rather be tied.
You arrive with the Patibulum on the back at the execution site. If there is victims hanging on their crosses already, they will watch you and you probably watch them. 3 maybe 4 victims, men, women, moaning while trying to pull themselves up by the ropes holding them. Some totally naked, some granted a loin cloth. Of course you think this is what you get as they take your Patibulum from you and throw it on the ground in front of a vacant Stipes. You expect that they strip you naked and that's what they do.
With one hand you cover your pussy or cock, with the other your tits or asshole of your shaking body. Legionaires grab you, lay you with the shoulders onto the Patibulum. This is the point when the already crucified victims and the spectators know that something different will take place, but yet not you. Laying on the Patibulum you are awaiting to get tied. Legionaires take your arms and stretch them left and right along the Patibulum, others hold down your legs. Then a guy is fumbling with his thumb on your wrists and marks the points he found with his knife. You ask yourself: What the hell are they doing? Do you realize now, or do you realize when that guy kneels down and places the tip of the nail in the mark? What a sensation. You try to free yourself and scream, while the blows of the hammer drive the nails in to destroy your wrists.
The other victims, the Legionaires, the crowd, they all cheer and laugh as they put you on your feet, some scanting: "Crucify". They help you to get backwards with the Patibulum to the Stipes. Blood and sweat running down your body in streams, while you do your best to support your execution. They lift you up with the Patibulum a little, to get it onto the Stipes. Leaving you on tip toes, but still on the ground.
Some dude is nailing a block slightly above the soil to the Stipes telling you: "Get on it, that will bring relieve for your wrists". You do so and relieve the wrists. Standing feels so much better than before. The dude that attached the Suppedaneum is also placing a peg, the Sedile, between your thighs. In my case from what I see two handbreadths below my balls.
The man in charge of the nailing and two other guys kneel down. The two hold feet and legs while the man is fumbling with his thumb again. He marks spots between the first and the second metatarsal bones and drives one long nail through my left foot. Physically and mentally it seems impossible for me to endure this, while my heart is pounding in my head. They bend my right foot a little and place the tip thats coming out of the left ball of foot into the mark of the right. Just a few blows with the hammer and the nail holds my feet. Impossible to stand any longer. The terrible pain forces me onto the Sedile, the cross is stretching my arms. I decide to take this for a while.
It's the first time that I look around from the cross, the first time that I can think about my situation. My cock is getting hard, so strange. Spectators point at me and laugh. A Legionaire behind me on a ladder is placing my Titulus. Everybody can read why I got crucified. It's just me they nailed to the cross. Why just me? Is it because of the severity of the guilt?
I'm afraid to look at the nails in my feet and my wrists, but can feel the blood running down my arms and side. The crosses are so close to each other. This young woman crucified opposite to me, I can feel her breath on my skin when she exhales.
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Well possible the the crucifixion with ropes is not as complex as with nails. Also possible that the execution with ropes gives the victims the chance of a more extroverted perspective. That may not be possible when nails are in use.
