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This has a bit lighter tone that most of the stories and art I post here. I hope that's okay.
(If someone wants to add a dark background story, we can say these are harem girls who have been told to assemble to watch a crucifixion get started. Or for a lighter story we can say these are three friends who are just having some fun being photographed and looking gorgeous.)
I was loosely inspired by a fantastic photo by Nina Leen, one of a series of beach photos she did for the April 1950 issue of Life magazine.
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DjEtla
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Here's a new render.
I saw this scene from LCFRVSJSS. He does great work. I basically copied his idea with some small changes and a bit of text. His original is here:
www.deviantart.com
I saw this scene from LCFRVSJSS. He does great work. I basically copied his idea with some small changes and a bit of text. His original is here:
Public Restroom by LCFRVSJSS on DeviantArt
www.deviantart.com
DjEtla
Magistrate
[This is a new story. Comments are appreciated.]
LILY ON THE CROSS Part 1
The 2030s were a time of terrible convulsions in the world. Horrible civil wars wracked the world. People yearned for stability.
A kind of stability was finally achieved when society reverted back to some ancient practices.
A few warlords achieved enormous power and riches. They controlled vast parts of the countryside with a vast number of people working on their estates.
Harsh measures were introduced for those who disturbed the peace. Ancient punishments were brought back.
Things took an unexpected turn for Lily Reynolds when her brother killed a man during a card game where the alcohol had been flowing freely. He fled. Justice demanded some swift punishment. The judge decreed that Lily would be the one. The family of the dead man quickly agreed and waived their right to pardon her. The judge decided on crucifixion – it would be the first times the penalty was used in her village.
Growing up Lily was always the quiet girl, the one who tried to be good and obey authority. Talking with young men in real life made her nervous and flustered. She had little interest in the boys who might be interested in her. Her older sister had a more wild, free-spirited temperament. She sometimes made fun of Lily for being quiet and introverted.
Lily loved to spend time with books whenever she could. Her smart, lively mind created a rich fantasy life. Her favorite fantasy was about abduction by a wealthy, cruel prince.
For her, the most attractive and interesting men were the ones who ignored her or just acted with contempt.
Physically Lily was a slim girl. At age 18 she was self-conscious about her slim hips and small breasts. She envied women who had bigger tits and ass. Friends tried to tell her how pretty she was. She brushed off the compliments. She thought they were only being nice to help her feel better.
Lily didn’t scream or cry out when she learned about her sentence. She took the news with a blank stare. Her sharp mind and imagination could picture what was ahead. She was filled with dread.
She was obviously innocent so the judge wanted to give her a courtesy. He allowed a 3-day delay before her sentence would begin. The local sheriff needed time for preparations anyway. He called in a team from another estate that had experience with the process.
The sheriff picked some flat ground by a road junction just outside of town. There was constant traffic of pedestrians and carts. So there would be a good audience. He selected a spot near a big tree to provide shade most of the day. Keeping Lily out of the harsh, direct sunlight was meant to prolong her time on the cross.
When the day arrived Lily was brought to the location. She was stunned and horrified by everything she saw. Her mind was overwhelmed. She could see the sheriff and his helpers – a few men and at least one woman.
She could see the cross on the ground with a deep hole nearby. She could see a hammer and some long, wicked, sharp steel spikes that left her cold. Worst of all for her was seeing that some curious onlookers had gathered to watch.
“You must be Lily,” said the woman with a pleasant tone.
Lily was stunned. She just nodded.
“I’m Sidney,” she said cheerfully. “I’ll help you through the procedure,”
Lily looked at her.
“Have you ever seen someone crucified sweetie?” Sidney asked.
Lily shook her head.
“I know this is kind of scary,” Sidney said. “Just do what we tell you, okay?”
Lily made a weak nod.
“You probably have some questions about the process. You can ask later. First I need you to get undressed sweetheart,” Sidney said. “Or else these men will do it. They won’t be gentle. You don’t want that.”
Lily couldn’t imagine the horror of being undressed by strange men, especially with spectators looking on. She nodded to show she’d do it.
“Hurry up,” Sidney said. “If we’re not on schedule the judge might sentence one of us next. It’s a fun and terrifying and sexy fantasy for me. But I don’t think I'm keen to do it for real!” she said with a smile.
Lily nodded. She reluctantly removed her dress and her slip and the rest of her undergarments.
When she was bare the team had a moment to look her over. Lily struggled to keep her hands and arms at her side.
Sidney smiled to see that Lily was waxed totally bare. Maybe she had done it for this special occasion. “Wow, you look very sweet and cute,” Sidney said.
Lily made a nervous shrug. “Thanks,” she said softly.
A couple of the men approached and grabbed her wrists. Not being gentle they forced her to lie on her back on the cross with arms overhead.
“Oh God,” was all she could say. Her body was mostly limp.
She watched with horror as the men took some time to position her left wrist just where they wanted it. Another held the hammer and a slim, sharp spike. He took some time to carefully line up the spike in just the right place on her wrist, holding it at just the right angle. Then he raised the hammer.
“No! No! No!” Lily blurted. With all her strength she tried to wrench her arm free.
The man holding her arm was surprised by this burst of strength and defiance. Lily wasn’t able to get her arm free but she moved enough to mess up the proper alignment.
“You’re a feisty one,” he said with a laugh. He gestured for another one of the men to help hold her. Again they took a moment to position her wrist where they wanted it.
“I love your spunk and spirit. When we get you all set up you’re going to do great,” he said. He continued with a calm tone of explanation. “But look, first we need to get the spikes placed just right for the effects we want,” he said patiently. “Be a good girl. Stay steady and we’ll do this right. When we’re done I promise you can wiggle and squirm and struggle all you want.”
The men held her wrist far tighter than before.
The man with the hammer and spike once again got it aligned right. Lily looked on, her eyes wide with fright.
He raised his hammer.
This time there was no way for Lily to move her arm. The hammer came down with a powerful “BAM!” on the spike, driving the point clean through her slim wrist and into the wood of the crossbar.
“AHHH!” Lily called out, more from shock than pain. Her body shuddered.
The man with the hammer made more hard, solid blows until the spike was hammered through the crossarm wood and out the back.
“That’s a good girl,” said the man who had been holding her arm as he relaxed his grip. “You’re doing great,” he said, trying to keep a soothing tone of voice. “You’re very brave. Now we’ll do the other one. Hold still for me now – be a good girl. We want to do a good job for you.”
The process was the same for her right wrist. They held her arm very tight. The man with the spike and the hammer took some time to get everything aligned. Lily stared at him with even more fear in her eyes.
When she knew the blow was about to fall she closed her eyes.
“BAM!” the hammer blow landed with a solid hit.
“AHH!” Lily called out again.
As before, the man with the hammer made more solid blows, driving the spike through the wood and out the other side.
Next they nailed her feet to an angled support bracket.
When the nails were done the deputies stood around her. A few people in the crowd applauded.
Some drops of blood seeped out by the spikes, but not much. The team had been careful to miss major veins and arteries so Lily would not pass out or pass away too soon from blood loss.
The slim spikes gave her a throbbing pain. It was bad but just about manageable.
What was even stranger for Lily was the feelings of not being able to move her arms or legs. A fragment of an old poem popped into her active mind; it was something like, “When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall.”
And it was a very odd feeling for her to be laying on the ground with so many people gathered around looking down at her. She tried hard not to cry, breathing in big gulps of air that made her slim, bare chest rise and fall dramatically.
Sidney looked down and seemed pleased. She kneeled down next to Lily.
“God you look sweet and gorgeous,” she said with a pleasant tone.
Lily almost managed a weak smile at the compliment. “Thanks,” she seemed to say softly.
Sidney put her hand gently on Lily’s abdomen.
Lily’s whole body was extra alert and extra sensitive. The light touch made her shudder.
Sidney smiled at that. Sidney let her fingertips wander around Lily’s belly in a flirtatious way. The light touch had a strong effect on the helpless girl. She shivered and trembled.
Sidney kept up her light touches. “You’ll have a good crowd today. We’ll set you up in a few minutes so you can start your little show,” Sidney said. “I know this is scary. Maybe you can take some pride about doing something difficult. You’re going to do fantastic. People are going to fall in love with you – most of the men will … and some of the women too.”
Lily just looked at her, breathing deep.
“Once we get you set up we’re not really supposed to talk with you much or interact much,” she said. “We’ll offer you water once in a while,” she said with a soothing tone.
Sidney said sweetly, “Maybe we can give you a little honey for a treat if you’re good.”
Lily didn’t know what that meant. Was honey supposed to bring some kind of relief to someone struggling and dying on a cross?
Sidney let her fingertips circulate around Lily’s belly in a playful way. “Do you have any questions about the execution process?” she asked.
Lily paused. She shook her head.
Sidney kept her fingertips moving gently. “Maybe you want to know how long it takes. That’s a common question.”
Lily paused again. She nodded.
“I wish I could tell you sweetie,” Sidney said softly. She kept her hand moving. “People have different levels of stamina. Each person has a different will to live. The weather is different for each person. Every execution is unique,” she said. She paused. “I guess that's part of the charm and the horror of a crucifixion,” she said.
Sidney kept up her gentle strokes on Lily’s belly. “At least one or two of us will be here with you the whole time. I promise we won’t leave you until after it’s all over,” she said.
Lily breathed deep.
Sidney let her fingers drift lower, bringing new quivers to Lily.
“Have you ever had a crush on a boy?” she asked.
The question seemed to come out of nowhere. Lily didn’t know how to respond.
Sidney let her fingertips drift lower. Lily trembled more.
“Have you ever had a crush on a boy sweetie?” she asked again.
Lily nodded.
“When we get you set up,” Sidney said, “maybe you can have a fun little fantasy.” She kept stroking Lily with her fingertips getting lower.
Sidney brushed against her most sensitive spot. Lily gasped for air. She wiggled her hips and mewled. The spikes held her firm.
Sidney smiled at the strong reaction. “Shhhh,” she said soothingly. She started making a gentle circular motion stimulating Lily’s clit. “Shhhh. That’s a good girl. Shhhh. Just relax for me sweetie.”
Lily gasped more. After a moment or two she opened her knees a little, indicating about how the touch made her feel.
Sidney kept it up. She said, “When we get you all set up maybe you can think about that special boy. You can imagine that he’s here in the crowd,” Sidney said sweetly. “He’s watching you close. He gets to see how very brave you are. He gets to see you all bare with your arms nailed overhead, wiggling and struggling. Maybe it's something you want to imagine – it’ll give you something good to think about.”
“Anyway,” Sidney said. She took her hand away from Lily just at the time when her touch was getting *really* good.
Lily whimpered and wiggled in frustration.
Sidney stood up. “We'll set you up in a few minutes.” She paused.
“You're a very sweet girl. I'm sorry you got wrapped up in this process. We can't go easy on you. I should tell you ... once you're set up ... it's probably going to hurt ... quite a lot,” she said, her voice trailing off.
“And ... ” she said. “It'll get worse as time goes by. That's the whole purpose of a crucifixion.”
She paused. “Anyway you'll just have to ... deal with it the best you can.”
She took a breath.
“If I was in your position I'd try to relax as much as I could,” she said. “A smart girl should ... try to savor and enjoy the next two to three minutes.”
The next few minutes flew by. “Okay sweetie,” Sidney said in a sing-song voice. Then she continues, “we don’t want you to get bored just resting there. And the audience wants a show. Let’s get started.”
Lily looked rapidly to her left and right as the deputies gathered around her cross.
One of the deputies turned to the crowd of observers. He encouraged them to clap.
They did eagerly -- clapping loudly and cheering as the deputies lifted the top of the cross off of the ground.
As the cross got near vertical Lily shrieked. She was terrified that the cross would fall forward or fall to the side with her nailed to it. Her terror was so great that it blocked out other feelings in her body as her weight came to rest on the spikes.
The deputies worked together to keep it steady. They gently set the cross at the bottom of the deep hole in the ground.
The crowd clapped and cheered a bit more.
The team packed dirt around the hole to hold the cross vertical.
Then everyone stepped back to look at the young woman, stretched out helpless and naked.
The cross was quite strong. But it was smaller and more feminine than one made for a man. It held Lily just a few inches off of the ground. That was enough. The cross arm at the top was short, holding her arms high over her head.
The day was getting warm. Lily was sweating. Her fair skin glistened in the light. She was breathing hard from fright and all of her other powerful emotions.
Now her ordeal really began. Hanging from the cross brought new, weird sensations for Lily.
First was the throbbing pain from the spikes that held her firm. The torments were devilishly clever. Trying to stand brought shooting pain to her feet that rapidly got worse. Resting her weight on her arms and shoulders brought a new array of feelings – pain at her wrists, pressure on her shoulders. She was aware of how this raised and lifted her ribcage. It kept her perky small breasts and her perky nipples raised up and thrust out forward. Other feelings flooded into her mind and were tough to handle.
Desperate to distract her thoughts for a moment she looked around at the crowd. That brought new emotions.
Some people seemed to show empathy or pity. Some seemed cheerful or amused. Others looked at her body with lust. Lily wanted to turn away. But she had to hang there, stretched out for display. That brought a whirlwind of strong feelings.
As usual for her, the men who were most attractive were those who looked her over with disdain or cruel amusement. This brought a little stirring in her loins.
The man with the hammer approached her. “There’s one more thing we like to do,” he told her.
She looked at him in shock. She had no idea what he meant.
He went around to the back of the cross. The slim spikes protruded from the back of the crossbar. Using the hammer he bent the spikes to a “J” shape that totally locked them in place.
When he was done he stood back to look her over. He smiled and nodded.
Sidney took a moment to gather up all of Lily’s clothes. She tossed them in the dirt in front of the cross.
Seeing her clothes so close was a new torment for Lily. It made her feel much more exposed and totally vulnerable. This big new surge of emotions hit her hard, on top of everything else she was going through.
She burst out sobbing. And she took some time to get her feelings partly back under some control.
Meanwhile her torments multiplied.
She blinked a lot as sweat got in her eyes with a stinging sensation, mixed with the tears she was trying to hold back.
Insects buzzed around the helpless girl, especially near her face. Sometimes they’d land on her sensitive body. She couldn’t shake them off – any attempt to wiggle or shake off one of the bugs just seemed to make her a more inviting target for more of them. Once in awhile she let out a yelp from a bite or a sting.
Sometimes she cried out and looked to the crowd. They all stood to watch. She never felt so lonely in spite of all the people around. Other times she seemed to sob almost silently.
After what seemed like an absolute *eternity* for Lily, but was actually only about an hour into the ordeal, Sidney approached Lily with something in his hand.
She held up the small bottle. “How about a bit of honey sweetheart?” Sidney said.
Standing next to Lily she put a generous amount of honey in her hand. She smiled at Lily, gesturing to her groin area.
Lily shook her head.
“Don’t fret,” Sidney said with a smile. “This’ll be fun. It’ll give you something good to think about.”
Lily shook her head again.
Sidney ignored her. She smeared honey into Lily’s nether region with a smile. She massaged it in well, getting it into all of the folds and creases of Lily’s inner and outer lips and the surrounding area.
When Sidney was done she stood back to look and wipe off the excess with a rag.
One of the male deputies shook his head. “That’s a mean thing to do,” he said.
Sidney got a big grin. “She’s gonna’ love it,” Sidney said.
“Would you wish for that if you were on the cross?” he asked.
“If I had to die on a cross I’d want the execution team to do the job any way they please,” she said firmly, as if she’d given the topic a lot of thought. “If I was on a cross my wishes should be totally worthless and meaningless – or else they’re doing it wrong.”
Soon the honey had an effect. As it slowly began to dry it started itching and tickling. Lily wriggled and squirmed on the cross. She gulped in air and lifted her chin with a moan, trying to handle the new feelings on top of the other sensations in her body. As the feelings built she twisted and rocked her hips as if she was desperate for some sort of relief.
She got no relief.
It was a good show for the crowd.
The crucifixion continued. Some people drifted away. Others came to watch.
Over time Lily’s emotions and energy seemed to rise and fall. Sometimes she was relatively quiet. Other times she squirmed vigorously. Sometimes she seemed lost deep in her own thoughts. Other times she looked around and took in her environment.
She looked at her clothes on the ground sometimes. Each time she did that she got a fresh wave of agony. But she couldn’t help herself.
LILY ON THE CROSS Part 1
The 2030s were a time of terrible convulsions in the world. Horrible civil wars wracked the world. People yearned for stability.
A kind of stability was finally achieved when society reverted back to some ancient practices.
A few warlords achieved enormous power and riches. They controlled vast parts of the countryside with a vast number of people working on their estates.
Harsh measures were introduced for those who disturbed the peace. Ancient punishments were brought back.
Things took an unexpected turn for Lily Reynolds when her brother killed a man during a card game where the alcohol had been flowing freely. He fled. Justice demanded some swift punishment. The judge decreed that Lily would be the one. The family of the dead man quickly agreed and waived their right to pardon her. The judge decided on crucifixion – it would be the first times the penalty was used in her village.
Growing up Lily was always the quiet girl, the one who tried to be good and obey authority. Talking with young men in real life made her nervous and flustered. She had little interest in the boys who might be interested in her. Her older sister had a more wild, free-spirited temperament. She sometimes made fun of Lily for being quiet and introverted.
Lily loved to spend time with books whenever she could. Her smart, lively mind created a rich fantasy life. Her favorite fantasy was about abduction by a wealthy, cruel prince.
For her, the most attractive and interesting men were the ones who ignored her or just acted with contempt.
Physically Lily was a slim girl. At age 18 she was self-conscious about her slim hips and small breasts. She envied women who had bigger tits and ass. Friends tried to tell her how pretty she was. She brushed off the compliments. She thought they were only being nice to help her feel better.
Lily didn’t scream or cry out when she learned about her sentence. She took the news with a blank stare. Her sharp mind and imagination could picture what was ahead. She was filled with dread.
She was obviously innocent so the judge wanted to give her a courtesy. He allowed a 3-day delay before her sentence would begin. The local sheriff needed time for preparations anyway. He called in a team from another estate that had experience with the process.
The sheriff picked some flat ground by a road junction just outside of town. There was constant traffic of pedestrians and carts. So there would be a good audience. He selected a spot near a big tree to provide shade most of the day. Keeping Lily out of the harsh, direct sunlight was meant to prolong her time on the cross.
When the day arrived Lily was brought to the location. She was stunned and horrified by everything she saw. Her mind was overwhelmed. She could see the sheriff and his helpers – a few men and at least one woman.
She could see the cross on the ground with a deep hole nearby. She could see a hammer and some long, wicked, sharp steel spikes that left her cold. Worst of all for her was seeing that some curious onlookers had gathered to watch.
“You must be Lily,” said the woman with a pleasant tone.
Lily was stunned. She just nodded.
“I’m Sidney,” she said cheerfully. “I’ll help you through the procedure,”
Lily looked at her.
“Have you ever seen someone crucified sweetie?” Sidney asked.
Lily shook her head.
“I know this is kind of scary,” Sidney said. “Just do what we tell you, okay?”
Lily made a weak nod.
“You probably have some questions about the process. You can ask later. First I need you to get undressed sweetheart,” Sidney said. “Or else these men will do it. They won’t be gentle. You don’t want that.”
Lily couldn’t imagine the horror of being undressed by strange men, especially with spectators looking on. She nodded to show she’d do it.
“Hurry up,” Sidney said. “If we’re not on schedule the judge might sentence one of us next. It’s a fun and terrifying and sexy fantasy for me. But I don’t think I'm keen to do it for real!” she said with a smile.
Lily nodded. She reluctantly removed her dress and her slip and the rest of her undergarments.
When she was bare the team had a moment to look her over. Lily struggled to keep her hands and arms at her side.
Sidney smiled to see that Lily was waxed totally bare. Maybe she had done it for this special occasion. “Wow, you look very sweet and cute,” Sidney said.
Lily made a nervous shrug. “Thanks,” she said softly.
A couple of the men approached and grabbed her wrists. Not being gentle they forced her to lie on her back on the cross with arms overhead.
“Oh God,” was all she could say. Her body was mostly limp.
She watched with horror as the men took some time to position her left wrist just where they wanted it. Another held the hammer and a slim, sharp spike. He took some time to carefully line up the spike in just the right place on her wrist, holding it at just the right angle. Then he raised the hammer.
“No! No! No!” Lily blurted. With all her strength she tried to wrench her arm free.
The man holding her arm was surprised by this burst of strength and defiance. Lily wasn’t able to get her arm free but she moved enough to mess up the proper alignment.
“You’re a feisty one,” he said with a laugh. He gestured for another one of the men to help hold her. Again they took a moment to position her wrist where they wanted it.
“I love your spunk and spirit. When we get you all set up you’re going to do great,” he said. He continued with a calm tone of explanation. “But look, first we need to get the spikes placed just right for the effects we want,” he said patiently. “Be a good girl. Stay steady and we’ll do this right. When we’re done I promise you can wiggle and squirm and struggle all you want.”
The men held her wrist far tighter than before.
The man with the hammer and spike once again got it aligned right. Lily looked on, her eyes wide with fright.
He raised his hammer.
This time there was no way for Lily to move her arm. The hammer came down with a powerful “BAM!” on the spike, driving the point clean through her slim wrist and into the wood of the crossbar.
“AHHH!” Lily called out, more from shock than pain. Her body shuddered.
The man with the hammer made more hard, solid blows until the spike was hammered through the crossarm wood and out the back.
“That’s a good girl,” said the man who had been holding her arm as he relaxed his grip. “You’re doing great,” he said, trying to keep a soothing tone of voice. “You’re very brave. Now we’ll do the other one. Hold still for me now – be a good girl. We want to do a good job for you.”
The process was the same for her right wrist. They held her arm very tight. The man with the spike and the hammer took some time to get everything aligned. Lily stared at him with even more fear in her eyes.
When she knew the blow was about to fall she closed her eyes.
“BAM!” the hammer blow landed with a solid hit.
“AHH!” Lily called out again.
As before, the man with the hammer made more solid blows, driving the spike through the wood and out the other side.
Next they nailed her feet to an angled support bracket.
When the nails were done the deputies stood around her. A few people in the crowd applauded.
Some drops of blood seeped out by the spikes, but not much. The team had been careful to miss major veins and arteries so Lily would not pass out or pass away too soon from blood loss.
The slim spikes gave her a throbbing pain. It was bad but just about manageable.
What was even stranger for Lily was the feelings of not being able to move her arms or legs. A fragment of an old poem popped into her active mind; it was something like, “When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall.”
And it was a very odd feeling for her to be laying on the ground with so many people gathered around looking down at her. She tried hard not to cry, breathing in big gulps of air that made her slim, bare chest rise and fall dramatically.
Sidney looked down and seemed pleased. She kneeled down next to Lily.
“God you look sweet and gorgeous,” she said with a pleasant tone.
Lily almost managed a weak smile at the compliment. “Thanks,” she seemed to say softly.
Sidney put her hand gently on Lily’s abdomen.
Lily’s whole body was extra alert and extra sensitive. The light touch made her shudder.
Sidney smiled at that. Sidney let her fingertips wander around Lily’s belly in a flirtatious way. The light touch had a strong effect on the helpless girl. She shivered and trembled.
Sidney kept up her light touches. “You’ll have a good crowd today. We’ll set you up in a few minutes so you can start your little show,” Sidney said. “I know this is scary. Maybe you can take some pride about doing something difficult. You’re going to do fantastic. People are going to fall in love with you – most of the men will … and some of the women too.”
Lily just looked at her, breathing deep.
“Once we get you set up we’re not really supposed to talk with you much or interact much,” she said. “We’ll offer you water once in a while,” she said with a soothing tone.
Sidney said sweetly, “Maybe we can give you a little honey for a treat if you’re good.”
Lily didn’t know what that meant. Was honey supposed to bring some kind of relief to someone struggling and dying on a cross?
Sidney let her fingertips circulate around Lily’s belly in a playful way. “Do you have any questions about the execution process?” she asked.
Lily paused. She shook her head.
Sidney kept her fingertips moving gently. “Maybe you want to know how long it takes. That’s a common question.”
Lily paused again. She nodded.
“I wish I could tell you sweetie,” Sidney said softly. She kept her hand moving. “People have different levels of stamina. Each person has a different will to live. The weather is different for each person. Every execution is unique,” she said. She paused. “I guess that's part of the charm and the horror of a crucifixion,” she said.
Sidney kept up her gentle strokes on Lily’s belly. “At least one or two of us will be here with you the whole time. I promise we won’t leave you until after it’s all over,” she said.
Lily breathed deep.
Sidney let her fingers drift lower, bringing new quivers to Lily.
“Have you ever had a crush on a boy?” she asked.
The question seemed to come out of nowhere. Lily didn’t know how to respond.
Sidney let her fingertips drift lower. Lily trembled more.
“Have you ever had a crush on a boy sweetie?” she asked again.
Lily nodded.
“When we get you set up,” Sidney said, “maybe you can have a fun little fantasy.” She kept stroking Lily with her fingertips getting lower.
Sidney brushed against her most sensitive spot. Lily gasped for air. She wiggled her hips and mewled. The spikes held her firm.
Sidney smiled at the strong reaction. “Shhhh,” she said soothingly. She started making a gentle circular motion stimulating Lily’s clit. “Shhhh. That’s a good girl. Shhhh. Just relax for me sweetie.”
Lily gasped more. After a moment or two she opened her knees a little, indicating about how the touch made her feel.
Sidney kept it up. She said, “When we get you all set up maybe you can think about that special boy. You can imagine that he’s here in the crowd,” Sidney said sweetly. “He’s watching you close. He gets to see how very brave you are. He gets to see you all bare with your arms nailed overhead, wiggling and struggling. Maybe it's something you want to imagine – it’ll give you something good to think about.”
“Anyway,” Sidney said. She took her hand away from Lily just at the time when her touch was getting *really* good.
Lily whimpered and wiggled in frustration.
Sidney stood up. “We'll set you up in a few minutes.” She paused.
“You're a very sweet girl. I'm sorry you got wrapped up in this process. We can't go easy on you. I should tell you ... once you're set up ... it's probably going to hurt ... quite a lot,” she said, her voice trailing off.
“And ... ” she said. “It'll get worse as time goes by. That's the whole purpose of a crucifixion.”
She paused. “Anyway you'll just have to ... deal with it the best you can.”
She took a breath.
“If I was in your position I'd try to relax as much as I could,” she said. “A smart girl should ... try to savor and enjoy the next two to three minutes.”
The next few minutes flew by. “Okay sweetie,” Sidney said in a sing-song voice. Then she continues, “we don’t want you to get bored just resting there. And the audience wants a show. Let’s get started.”
Lily looked rapidly to her left and right as the deputies gathered around her cross.
One of the deputies turned to the crowd of observers. He encouraged them to clap.
They did eagerly -- clapping loudly and cheering as the deputies lifted the top of the cross off of the ground.
As the cross got near vertical Lily shrieked. She was terrified that the cross would fall forward or fall to the side with her nailed to it. Her terror was so great that it blocked out other feelings in her body as her weight came to rest on the spikes.
The deputies worked together to keep it steady. They gently set the cross at the bottom of the deep hole in the ground.
The crowd clapped and cheered a bit more.
The team packed dirt around the hole to hold the cross vertical.
Then everyone stepped back to look at the young woman, stretched out helpless and naked.
The cross was quite strong. But it was smaller and more feminine than one made for a man. It held Lily just a few inches off of the ground. That was enough. The cross arm at the top was short, holding her arms high over her head.
The day was getting warm. Lily was sweating. Her fair skin glistened in the light. She was breathing hard from fright and all of her other powerful emotions.
Now her ordeal really began. Hanging from the cross brought new, weird sensations for Lily.
First was the throbbing pain from the spikes that held her firm. The torments were devilishly clever. Trying to stand brought shooting pain to her feet that rapidly got worse. Resting her weight on her arms and shoulders brought a new array of feelings – pain at her wrists, pressure on her shoulders. She was aware of how this raised and lifted her ribcage. It kept her perky small breasts and her perky nipples raised up and thrust out forward. Other feelings flooded into her mind and were tough to handle.
Desperate to distract her thoughts for a moment she looked around at the crowd. That brought new emotions.
Some people seemed to show empathy or pity. Some seemed cheerful or amused. Others looked at her body with lust. Lily wanted to turn away. But she had to hang there, stretched out for display. That brought a whirlwind of strong feelings.
As usual for her, the men who were most attractive were those who looked her over with disdain or cruel amusement. This brought a little stirring in her loins.
The man with the hammer approached her. “There’s one more thing we like to do,” he told her.
She looked at him in shock. She had no idea what he meant.
He went around to the back of the cross. The slim spikes protruded from the back of the crossbar. Using the hammer he bent the spikes to a “J” shape that totally locked them in place.
When he was done he stood back to look her over. He smiled and nodded.
Sidney took a moment to gather up all of Lily’s clothes. She tossed them in the dirt in front of the cross.
Seeing her clothes so close was a new torment for Lily. It made her feel much more exposed and totally vulnerable. This big new surge of emotions hit her hard, on top of everything else she was going through.
She burst out sobbing. And she took some time to get her feelings partly back under some control.
Meanwhile her torments multiplied.
She blinked a lot as sweat got in her eyes with a stinging sensation, mixed with the tears she was trying to hold back.
Insects buzzed around the helpless girl, especially near her face. Sometimes they’d land on her sensitive body. She couldn’t shake them off – any attempt to wiggle or shake off one of the bugs just seemed to make her a more inviting target for more of them. Once in awhile she let out a yelp from a bite or a sting.
Sometimes she cried out and looked to the crowd. They all stood to watch. She never felt so lonely in spite of all the people around. Other times she seemed to sob almost silently.
After what seemed like an absolute *eternity* for Lily, but was actually only about an hour into the ordeal, Sidney approached Lily with something in his hand.
She held up the small bottle. “How about a bit of honey sweetheart?” Sidney said.
Standing next to Lily she put a generous amount of honey in her hand. She smiled at Lily, gesturing to her groin area.
Lily shook her head.
“Don’t fret,” Sidney said with a smile. “This’ll be fun. It’ll give you something good to think about.”
Lily shook her head again.
Sidney ignored her. She smeared honey into Lily’s nether region with a smile. She massaged it in well, getting it into all of the folds and creases of Lily’s inner and outer lips and the surrounding area.
When Sidney was done she stood back to look and wipe off the excess with a rag.
One of the male deputies shook his head. “That’s a mean thing to do,” he said.
Sidney got a big grin. “She’s gonna’ love it,” Sidney said.
“Would you wish for that if you were on the cross?” he asked.
“If I had to die on a cross I’d want the execution team to do the job any way they please,” she said firmly, as if she’d given the topic a lot of thought. “If I was on a cross my wishes should be totally worthless and meaningless – or else they’re doing it wrong.”
Soon the honey had an effect. As it slowly began to dry it started itching and tickling. Lily wriggled and squirmed on the cross. She gulped in air and lifted her chin with a moan, trying to handle the new feelings on top of the other sensations in her body. As the feelings built she twisted and rocked her hips as if she was desperate for some sort of relief.
She got no relief.
It was a good show for the crowd.
The crucifixion continued. Some people drifted away. Others came to watch.
Over time Lily’s emotions and energy seemed to rise and fall. Sometimes she was relatively quiet. Other times she squirmed vigorously. Sometimes she seemed lost deep in her own thoughts. Other times she looked around and took in her environment.
She looked at her clothes on the ground sometimes. Each time she did that she got a fresh wave of agony. But she couldn’t help herself.
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DjEtla
Magistrate
LILY ON THE CROSS Part 2, Conclusion
In the afternoon one of the deputies approached her with a large cup. She couldn’t see what was in in.
“It’s wine,” he said. “You should drink this.”
Lily nodded. She opened her mouth. The deputy was none too gentle about pouring the big cup of strong red wine down her throat. Lily struggled to take it all in and swallow it down.
Some of it dribbled away from her mouth. It trickled down her body, leaving dark red streaks and tickling her bare skin.
Lily was not used to alcohol. It didn’t take long for the wine to hit her hard. It didn’t stop her pain but it reduced the intensity. The wine didn’t make her feel any less helpless and exposed – if anything it heightened those feelings. It also made her think that being so helpless and exposed in public might be a bit sexy.
They also gave her water from time to time. Otherwise they mostly left Lily alone to deal with all of her torments and emotions.
She showed tremendous stamina. Sometimes she went still and it seemed to be too exhausted to move much more. But in a few minutes the torments in her body would become too much to bear quietly. She’d moan and somehow find a bit more strength to move and struggle and pull on the spikes that held her firm.
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The human body has limits. As night was falling Lily was simply exhausted from her struggles on the cross. The spikes in her wrists held her firm as she was almost limp, just breathing deep. Sometimes she cried out and at other times she just sobbed silently. Her lively mind was still keenly alive and awake, overwhelmed by all of the feelings. She drank some water when it was offered but otherwise seemed too spent to move much.
It was a long night for her. For that matter the next few days and nights were long and horrible. Being so young and healthy it took a long, long time for her to finally expire. From what the spectators could see it appeared that her mind was sharp and alert through the whole process, keenly feeling all of the horrible sensations in her body with no hope for relief as long as she lived.
Relief finally came for Lily in the end. As part of her sentence the body was left in place, exposed to everyone passing by and a grim warning about the new trends in punishments.
The crucifixion team moved on to new duties. A month later it was time to do the same for a young man. He’d been convicted of counterfeiting.
A year later, through a very strange and quirky set of unexpected circumstances, Sidney found herself sentenced to a crucifixion. The news hit her very hard, with a tempest of very strong emotions. A little while later her sentence was carried out.
In the afternoon one of the deputies approached her with a large cup. She couldn’t see what was in in.
“It’s wine,” he said. “You should drink this.”
Lily nodded. She opened her mouth. The deputy was none too gentle about pouring the big cup of strong red wine down her throat. Lily struggled to take it all in and swallow it down.
Some of it dribbled away from her mouth. It trickled down her body, leaving dark red streaks and tickling her bare skin.
Lily was not used to alcohol. It didn’t take long for the wine to hit her hard. It didn’t stop her pain but it reduced the intensity. The wine didn’t make her feel any less helpless and exposed – if anything it heightened those feelings. It also made her think that being so helpless and exposed in public might be a bit sexy.
They also gave her water from time to time. Otherwise they mostly left Lily alone to deal with all of her torments and emotions.
She showed tremendous stamina. Sometimes she went still and it seemed to be too exhausted to move much more. But in a few minutes the torments in her body would become too much to bear quietly. She’d moan and somehow find a bit more strength to move and struggle and pull on the spikes that held her firm.
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The human body has limits. As night was falling Lily was simply exhausted from her struggles on the cross. The spikes in her wrists held her firm as she was almost limp, just breathing deep. Sometimes she cried out and at other times she just sobbed silently. Her lively mind was still keenly alive and awake, overwhelmed by all of the feelings. She drank some water when it was offered but otherwise seemed too spent to move much.
It was a long night for her. For that matter the next few days and nights were long and horrible. Being so young and healthy it took a long, long time for her to finally expire. From what the spectators could see it appeared that her mind was sharp and alert through the whole process, keenly feeling all of the horrible sensations in her body with no hope for relief as long as she lived.
Relief finally came for Lily in the end. As part of her sentence the body was left in place, exposed to everyone passing by and a grim warning about the new trends in punishments.
The crucifixion team moved on to new duties. A month later it was time to do the same for a young man. He’d been convicted of counterfeiting.
A year later, through a very strange and quirky set of unexpected circumstances, Sidney found herself sentenced to a crucifixion. The news hit her very hard, with a tempest of very strong emotions. A little while later her sentence was carried out.
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DjEtla
Magistrate
If anyone would like the most up-to-date version of this story, the version at Pixiv is a little better -- I fixed a few typos and modified some of the wording using their "edit" feature.
Link is here:
https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=15815945
I would make edits here if I could. But I don't think that's allowed.
Best regards to all
You can send Eulalia, Barbaria or me a PM with the changed text. We will replacing it.
Both parts are replaced now.
Kodos the Executioner
Governor
I really enjoyed the story, thanks for posting it. I like the perspective of Lily's death.
I also found the character of Sidney quite interesting. I like how you had her sentenced at the end, especially as you said she thought about it a lot.
DjEtla
Magistrate
Thank you for the comment. I appreciate everyone who does that.
I thought a few readers might like that little plot twist at the end. I tried to say that Sidney has strong fantasies about being crucified. But she's also highly aware about the incredible & unbearable agony and suffering. So when she got her sentence it stirs up big mixed feelings.
I thought a few readers might like that little plot twist at the end. I tried to say that Sidney has strong fantasies about being crucified. But she's also highly aware about the incredible & unbearable agony and suffering. So when she got her sentence it stirs up big mixed feelings.
DjEtla
Magistrate
New Story: SIDNEY ON THE CROSS
[This story is about the anticipation and set-up for a crucifixion. Comments are welcome.]
Lisa started working with Sidney about a year ago as an apprentice.
The government demanded a strict 50-50 quota for men and women to be sentenced to the cross, so Lisa got plenty of exposure to both men and women suffering that penalty.
Right away Sidney told her it was important to stay detached from the suffering. She encourage Lisa to look at someone on a cross with a smile or a smirk -- and maybe even think about some ways to increase their torment.
This was tough for Lisa. She was a naturally emphatic person. But she didn't want to disappoint Sidney. Over time Lisa came out of her shell more and learned to look at a crucifixion as something fun or at least interesting to watch.
As soon as Lisa started looking closer at the process she started seeing much more.
Dealing with the physical feelings and the emotions was a huge challenge -- very difficult for each person and each person handled it differently.
One thing she noticed was the effects of clothing. Once the condemned was set up on their cross Sidney liked to toss their clothing on the ground right in front of them.
Some people didn't react much -- they were lost in other emotions and other torments.
Others had a huge reaction. Lots of strong feelings and emotions swirled together and built on each other. Seeing their clothing seemed to make some people feel far more exposed and vulnerable, as if the clothes were taunting them in the worst way. Lisa found it was interesting to watch as someone tried to deal with big new waves of embarrassment and helplessness and frustration at being unable to move.
Lisa wasn't too surprised to see how women sometimes had a big, strong reaction to seeing their clothing. She was surprised to see when men had a similar big reaction, and the sight of their clothing made them feel more naked and exposed.
It was similar when someone had to urinate. Some did it like it was no big deal. But some others, doing it while they were stretched out naked in public was a very big deal. It felt like one more indignity and humiliation on top of all the others and the feelings had a big impact on some.
Over time Sidney and Lisa bonded well. Lisa was a good student and the two had a lot in common.
They shared a love of fitness. When they had time off it was nothing for them to knock out a 5 or 10 mile run.
...
Sidney wasn't surprised when she was summoned to court one day while she had a day off. The judge often had something he wanted to discuss with her.
When she got there she was stunned to learn she was accused of a crime.
She wasn't exactly sure what she was accused of doing. The details were vague. But after the judge pronounced her guilty there was nothing vague about her penalty. She was sentenced to die on the cross, starting in 3 days.
Sidney tried to protest. She tried to blurt out some defense in spite of her shock.
The judge dismissed her concerns with a wave of his hand. "I need to sentence someone," he told her.
He brought his gavel down with a "Bang!"
"Case closed," he said.
....
Sidney had to report to prison the day before.
After she was stripped naked and processed into the facility they gave her a prison shirt to wear. They took her to a special cell set aside for the condmened.
Lisa got to visit her, in evening.
"Hey sweetie -- how are you doing?" she said.
"Okay I guess," Sidney said.
"I'm so nervous about tomorrow! It's my first time being in charge and I'm working with a new team. I want everything to go perfect," Lisa said.
Sidney nodded. "I think you'll do fine," she said quietly.
"How about you?" Lisa asked. "Nervous?"
"Yeah," she nodded.
"Tell me the truth," Lisa said. "Are you a little turned on by the whole idea too?"
Sidney shrugged. "It's complicated. Mostly I'm worried and terrified. Maybe a little turned on too."
"Lots of girls would have a lot of strong feelings to imagine themselves hanging naked from a cross in front of a crowd of people," Lisa said. She puased. "I suppose that's true for men too. But I think the emotions are a lot different for girls -- the feelings are much worse for girls, and maybe much better too in some ways."
Sidney gave a little nod.
"God you're going to look so amazing," Lisa said. "People are interested to see an executioner go to her cross. So I think you'll have a big crowd."
"Terrific," Sidney said softly.
Lisa asked, "What do you think will be the best part?"
"What?!" Sidney said in surprise. "It's death on a cross in agony. How can there be a 'best part'?"
"Don't be so negative," Lisa said. "You know what I mean. What part is most interesting or the part that seems most exciting?"
Sidney had to think a minute. "I guess the early minutes are so will be really strange, maybe interesting," she said and took another pause to think. "I mean there will be so many feelings. There's the physical feelings of gravity and the spikes and being unable to move. That'll hurt. Maybe it'll feel quirky or interesting too," she said.
"There's the initial shock of being stretched out naked in front of an audience," she said. "That's got to feel ... horrible and humiliating and ... maybe darkly fun or darkly sexy for the right girl."
She paused. "And the emotions must be so strong to think about how this is permanent -- there's no release," she said. "That's got to bring a big wave of strong feelings."
"Maybe the early minutes are be the 'best part,' before the pain grows too bad and blots out every other thought."
Lisa nodded. "I see what you mean," she said thoughtfully.
They both paused for a moment.
"I'm sure there'll be some cute guys," Lisa said with a nice smile. "Maybe you can shake your hips and wiggle your tits to flirt a bit."
"I don't think flirting will be on my mind," Sidney said.
"Do what you wish," Lisa said with a shrug. "Being on a cross is mostly horror and agony. If you can distract your thoughts somehow, even for a moment or two, it's probably what a smart girl should do."
Sidney nodded. "Maybe you're right," she said softly.
"Maybe there'll be some sweet, cute little chickadee who catches your eye," Lisa said. "You flirt with her if that sounds more fun -- give her some sexy girlish wiggles."
Sidney nodded a little.
"What did you do on your days off?" Lisa asked.
"Not much -- mostly I just stayed around my house," Sidney said. "I did some running. I went to the salon -- I figured a mani-pedi would distract my thoughts a little. I got a waxing too."
Lisa nodded. "Did you decide to go totally bare 'down there'?" she asked with a smile.
Sidney nodded.
"You used to make fun of girls who did that before they get crucified," Lisa said.
"I know," Sidney nodded.
"Well it makes sense," Lisa said. "If a girl has to be bare in public she wants to look her best."
Sidney nodded.
"Do you remember that girl a few months ago who was trying to find out if she could get a boob job before she went to her cross?" Lisa asked.
"I remember her," Sidney said.
"I'm glad she didn't get the work done," Lisa said. "She was a pretty girl. She looked great on the cross -- her tits were very cute."
Sidney nodded.
"I forget what she was convicted of," Lisa said.
"I think it was shoplifting some lipstick," Sidney said. "It was her second or third conviction and the judge was pissed."
"Yeah now I remember!" Lisa said. "LOL -- the judge was trying to send a strong message in that case!"
"Speaking of the judge I saw him before coming over here," Lisa said. "He gave me your final, signed paperwork. There was a note from the governor saying he's declined a pardon. Now that all the paperwork is done we won't have to wait on any of it tomorrow before we get started."
"Okay," Sidney said softly.
Lisa could see through a window that it was starting to get dark outside.
"Just think," Lisa said with a smile, "This time tomorrow, when the sun is going down, you'll be getting ready to spend your first night out of doors. You'll be enjoying the fresh air!"
Sidney had a bit of a grimace and a nod.
"Anyway," Lisa said. "I need to step away. I want to double check some things. I want to make sure everything is *totally* ready."
"Wait -- before you go," Sidney said with a little strain in her voice. "Did the judge give you a time schedule for me?"
"Of course, silly," Lisa said. "Every death warrant has a schedule."
The warrant gives the starting time for the execution. It could be any time between 6 am and 6 pm.
"Can you tell me the time?" Sidney asked. "I'd like to know."
"Oh I bet you would!" Lisa said. "But you don't need to worry your pretty head about that. Your job tomorrow is simple -- just do what you're told. Let me worry about the time schedule. Trust me -- everything is going to work out."
Sidney looked disappointed but she nodded.
"I'll see you tomorrow sweetie!" Lisa said. "Enjoy your time until then. Each minute is precious to you -- think about that. Get good sleep. And look -- I think it'll be a warm day so you should probably drink extra water."
"It's nice of you to worry about my health," Sidney said.
Lisa smiled. "I want you to be healthy so we get a good, long show!"
"See you tomorrow," she said with a breezy tone. As she turned to leave she said, "Be good!"
[story continues below]
[This story is about the anticipation and set-up for a crucifixion. Comments are welcome.]
Lisa started working with Sidney about a year ago as an apprentice.
The government demanded a strict 50-50 quota for men and women to be sentenced to the cross, so Lisa got plenty of exposure to both men and women suffering that penalty.
Right away Sidney told her it was important to stay detached from the suffering. She encourage Lisa to look at someone on a cross with a smile or a smirk -- and maybe even think about some ways to increase their torment.
This was tough for Lisa. She was a naturally emphatic person. But she didn't want to disappoint Sidney. Over time Lisa came out of her shell more and learned to look at a crucifixion as something fun or at least interesting to watch.
As soon as Lisa started looking closer at the process she started seeing much more.
Dealing with the physical feelings and the emotions was a huge challenge -- very difficult for each person and each person handled it differently.
One thing she noticed was the effects of clothing. Once the condemned was set up on their cross Sidney liked to toss their clothing on the ground right in front of them.
Some people didn't react much -- they were lost in other emotions and other torments.
Others had a huge reaction. Lots of strong feelings and emotions swirled together and built on each other. Seeing their clothing seemed to make some people feel far more exposed and vulnerable, as if the clothes were taunting them in the worst way. Lisa found it was interesting to watch as someone tried to deal with big new waves of embarrassment and helplessness and frustration at being unable to move.
Lisa wasn't too surprised to see how women sometimes had a big, strong reaction to seeing their clothing. She was surprised to see when men had a similar big reaction, and the sight of their clothing made them feel more naked and exposed.
It was similar when someone had to urinate. Some did it like it was no big deal. But some others, doing it while they were stretched out naked in public was a very big deal. It felt like one more indignity and humiliation on top of all the others and the feelings had a big impact on some.
Over time Sidney and Lisa bonded well. Lisa was a good student and the two had a lot in common.
They shared a love of fitness. When they had time off it was nothing for them to knock out a 5 or 10 mile run.
...
Sidney wasn't surprised when she was summoned to court one day while she had a day off. The judge often had something he wanted to discuss with her.
When she got there she was stunned to learn she was accused of a crime.
She wasn't exactly sure what she was accused of doing. The details were vague. But after the judge pronounced her guilty there was nothing vague about her penalty. She was sentenced to die on the cross, starting in 3 days.
Sidney tried to protest. She tried to blurt out some defense in spite of her shock.
The judge dismissed her concerns with a wave of his hand. "I need to sentence someone," he told her.
He brought his gavel down with a "Bang!"
"Case closed," he said.
....
Sidney had to report to prison the day before.
After she was stripped naked and processed into the facility they gave her a prison shirt to wear. They took her to a special cell set aside for the condmened.
Lisa got to visit her, in evening.
"Hey sweetie -- how are you doing?" she said.
"Okay I guess," Sidney said.
"I'm so nervous about tomorrow! It's my first time being in charge and I'm working with a new team. I want everything to go perfect," Lisa said.
Sidney nodded. "I think you'll do fine," she said quietly.
"How about you?" Lisa asked. "Nervous?"
"Yeah," she nodded.
"Tell me the truth," Lisa said. "Are you a little turned on by the whole idea too?"
Sidney shrugged. "It's complicated. Mostly I'm worried and terrified. Maybe a little turned on too."
"Lots of girls would have a lot of strong feelings to imagine themselves hanging naked from a cross in front of a crowd of people," Lisa said. She puased. "I suppose that's true for men too. But I think the emotions are a lot different for girls -- the feelings are much worse for girls, and maybe much better too in some ways."
Sidney gave a little nod.
"God you're going to look so amazing," Lisa said. "People are interested to see an executioner go to her cross. So I think you'll have a big crowd."
"Terrific," Sidney said softly.
Lisa asked, "What do you think will be the best part?"
"What?!" Sidney said in surprise. "It's death on a cross in agony. How can there be a 'best part'?"
"Don't be so negative," Lisa said. "You know what I mean. What part is most interesting or the part that seems most exciting?"
Sidney had to think a minute. "I guess the early minutes are so will be really strange, maybe interesting," she said and took another pause to think. "I mean there will be so many feelings. There's the physical feelings of gravity and the spikes and being unable to move. That'll hurt. Maybe it'll feel quirky or interesting too," she said.
"There's the initial shock of being stretched out naked in front of an audience," she said. "That's got to feel ... horrible and humiliating and ... maybe darkly fun or darkly sexy for the right girl."
She paused. "And the emotions must be so strong to think about how this is permanent -- there's no release," she said. "That's got to bring a big wave of strong feelings."
"Maybe the early minutes are be the 'best part,' before the pain grows too bad and blots out every other thought."
Lisa nodded. "I see what you mean," she said thoughtfully.
They both paused for a moment.
"I'm sure there'll be some cute guys," Lisa said with a nice smile. "Maybe you can shake your hips and wiggle your tits to flirt a bit."
"I don't think flirting will be on my mind," Sidney said.
"Do what you wish," Lisa said with a shrug. "Being on a cross is mostly horror and agony. If you can distract your thoughts somehow, even for a moment or two, it's probably what a smart girl should do."
Sidney nodded. "Maybe you're right," she said softly.
"Maybe there'll be some sweet, cute little chickadee who catches your eye," Lisa said. "You flirt with her if that sounds more fun -- give her some sexy girlish wiggles."
Sidney nodded a little.
"What did you do on your days off?" Lisa asked.
"Not much -- mostly I just stayed around my house," Sidney said. "I did some running. I went to the salon -- I figured a mani-pedi would distract my thoughts a little. I got a waxing too."
Lisa nodded. "Did you decide to go totally bare 'down there'?" she asked with a smile.
Sidney nodded.
"You used to make fun of girls who did that before they get crucified," Lisa said.
"I know," Sidney nodded.
"Well it makes sense," Lisa said. "If a girl has to be bare in public she wants to look her best."
Sidney nodded.
"Do you remember that girl a few months ago who was trying to find out if she could get a boob job before she went to her cross?" Lisa asked.
"I remember her," Sidney said.
"I'm glad she didn't get the work done," Lisa said. "She was a pretty girl. She looked great on the cross -- her tits were very cute."
Sidney nodded.
"I forget what she was convicted of," Lisa said.
"I think it was shoplifting some lipstick," Sidney said. "It was her second or third conviction and the judge was pissed."
"Yeah now I remember!" Lisa said. "LOL -- the judge was trying to send a strong message in that case!"
"Speaking of the judge I saw him before coming over here," Lisa said. "He gave me your final, signed paperwork. There was a note from the governor saying he's declined a pardon. Now that all the paperwork is done we won't have to wait on any of it tomorrow before we get started."
"Okay," Sidney said softly.
Lisa could see through a window that it was starting to get dark outside.
"Just think," Lisa said with a smile, "This time tomorrow, when the sun is going down, you'll be getting ready to spend your first night out of doors. You'll be enjoying the fresh air!"
Sidney had a bit of a grimace and a nod.
"Anyway," Lisa said. "I need to step away. I want to double check some things. I want to make sure everything is *totally* ready."
"Wait -- before you go," Sidney said with a little strain in her voice. "Did the judge give you a time schedule for me?"
"Of course, silly," Lisa said. "Every death warrant has a schedule."
The warrant gives the starting time for the execution. It could be any time between 6 am and 6 pm.
"Can you tell me the time?" Sidney asked. "I'd like to know."
"Oh I bet you would!" Lisa said. "But you don't need to worry your pretty head about that. Your job tomorrow is simple -- just do what you're told. Let me worry about the time schedule. Trust me -- everything is going to work out."
Sidney looked disappointed but she nodded.
"I'll see you tomorrow sweetie!" Lisa said. "Enjoy your time until then. Each minute is precious to you -- think about that. Get good sleep. And look -- I think it'll be a warm day so you should probably drink extra water."
"It's nice of you to worry about my health," Sidney said.
Lisa smiled. "I want you to be healthy so we get a good, long show!"
"See you tomorrow," she said with a breezy tone. As she turned to leave she said, "Be good!"
[story continues below]
DjEtla
Magistrate
[story continued from above]
The next morning guard brought Sidney to the execution place earlier than she expected.
The sun had only been up about an hour. The air had a slight touch of chill, with a hint it would get warmer later.
The execution team looked grim and focused.
There was a cross on the ground at their feet.
A few spectators had gathered already, not sure when the show was going to start.
"Hey sweetie!" Lisa said with a smile.
"Ugh," Sidney thought, "she is way too happy and chipper."
"Hey," Sidney said without much enthusiasm.
"Today you get to meet my special friend!" Lisa said. "He's handsome. He's tall. He's *very* strong. And he loves beautiful women. You two are going to look great together."
Sidney nodded.
"He loves meeting girls who are naked, sweetie," she said with a flirtatious tone. "So be a good girl and wiggle out of your clothes for me."
Everything was happening too fast for Sidney. She wanted to tell Lisa, "Take a breath. You don't need to rush. Slow down a little." But she didn't want Lisa to think she was complaining or being resistant. Sidney had made a vow to herself that she wouldn't be a complainer. So she just nodded and slipped out of the prison shirt she was wearing -- the only garment she had on.
Sidney shivered a little. Instinctively she wanted to hold her arms across her belly to hold in a bit of heat. "Aha!" she blurted out in surprise when a couple of the men from the execution team grabbed her arms. Not being gentle they forced her to lay back on the cross.
Lisa kneeled down by Sidney's right side. "Let me hold your hand for this part," she said.
Sidney looked scared. But she nodded and reached out her right hand.
Lisa took Sidney's right hand and she held it tight with both of her hands.
The men took some time to position Sidney's right wrist a just the right spot, and took a moment to line up the sharp steel spike at just the right place with just the right angle. One held her tight while the other took up the hammer.
"BAM." The first blow of the hammer was a solid hit
"Aha!" Sidney said in shock as her body shuddered. Her right arm flinched.
Lisa held her tight. "That's a good girl," she said softly. "That's a good girl."
The men moved over to her right side and repeated the process. The hammer fell with a solid "BAM." Sidney shuddered. Lisa smiled. As before, they made more good hits to drive the spike all the way through the wood, holding her wrist snug.
For Sidney the sensations and emotions were very strong. She was breathing deep, taking in as much air as she could, trying to deal with it all.
The nailing of her feet went smoothly too. Sidney winced and shuddered with every blow of the hammer. She struggled to keep her emotions under some kind of control.
When it was done Lisa and the men stood back to have a look at the helpless, naked girl on the ground.
She kept breathing hard, her bare chest rising and falling quite a bit.
Lisa knelt down close beside her.
"We'll get you set up in a few minutes sweetie," she said softly. "Then you can start doing your little show for the crowd."
Sidney nodded weakly.
"You know this is really going to happen, right?" Lisa said. "There's no pardon for you. No commutation. In a few minutes we'll get you all set up and you'll stay that way to the end. That's what is going to happen."
Sidney gave a small nod.
"Good -- I didn't want you to have any false hopes or anything like that," Lisa said.
"We're doing this kind of early," Lisa said. "I'm sure the judge won't mind if I move up the timetable a little. I'm just eager to get started," she said gently. "And I figured you didn't want to just sit in your prison cell for a few more hours being worried."
She brushed her fingers along the side of Sidney's rib cage.
"Ahh!" Sidney said. She shuddered and wiggled from the touch.
Lisa smiled at this reaction. "It's fun to see you all bare and helpless like this," she said. "It tempting to have a little bit of fun."
Lisa brushed her fingers against the exposed underarm area.
Sidney shuddered again.
"My, you're a sensitive girl today," Lisa said with a smile. "Maybe you're just feelings lots of strong emotions. Maybe you're terrified about what is ahead for you," she said. She paused. "Maybe you're just a little bit turned on," she said with a sweet voice.
Sidney shook her head.
"No? You're not aroused by all this?" Lisa said sweetly. "Oh I don't believe that for a second. I know part of you is scared. There's part of your kinky, filthy little mind that's feeling sexy."
She brushed her fingers against Sidney's stomach in a flirtatious way.
Sidney gasped and shuddered at the touch.
Lisa smiled. "My you're looking very perky too," she said in a happy way with a gesture to Sidney's erect nipples.
"Maybe you'd love and enjoy a little stimulation," she said. She let her hand drift up to Sidney's right breast.
Lisa gave a good strong pinch and twist.
"Ahh!" Sidney said and wiggled.
"Hmmm, you're definitely a very sensitive girl today," Lisa said. She let her hand drift over to Sidney's left breast.
Lisa smiled.
Sidney knew what was coming.
Lisa gave a good, hard pinch and twist, rougher than the last one.
"Ohhh!!" Sidney said and squirmed from the wave of pain and the pleasure.
"Hmmm," Lisa said nicely. "It's a lot of fun to have you so helpless. I can do *anything* I want. And there's *nothing* you can do to stop me."
She kept brushing her fingertips over Sidney's sensitive body. This got strong reactions.
"I think I've tried a billion times to imagine what it's like to be set up on a cross and left to die," Lisa said. She kept brushing her fingers.
"But in the end I decided there's just no way to imagine the feelings," she said. "I think there's only one way to know what it feels like," she said gently. "You've probably tried to imagine it too."
She kept brushing her fingers. "Now you get to do it for real," she said. "It's a lot to think about."
Sidney was breathing very hard. She made a quick nod.
"I wonder how turned on you really are," Lisa said, letting her fingers drift lower.
Sidney knew what was coming. She took in all the air she could, her chest rising and falling.
Lisa let her fingers slowly drift lower.
"AHHH!" Sidney said when Lisa brushed her sweet spot. She wiggled, and the spikes held her firm.
"Be a good girl for me and relax sweetie," Lisa said nicely.
She made a gentle circular motion, stimulating Sidney where it had a big effect.
"Oh God ... Oh God," Sidney said softly.
"Just relax for me sweetie," Lisa cooed softly. "I think you enjoy this."
Sidney nodded.
"Hmmm," Lisa said. She moved her fingers a bit.
"My, my, my, aren't you wet," she said. "I knew there's a part of you that's quite aroused by all of this."
Sidney gave a little nod.
Lisa continued having her fun with a steady, circular motion of her fingers. She had a sweet smile.
Sidney opened her knees, giving an indication about what the touch was doing for her.
After another minute or two Lisa again rubbed her fingers to sense how wet Sidney was. She massaged the helpless girl some more.
"Well this is supposed to be a day of punishment for you," she said nicely. "We don't want you to have too much fun."
She moved a bit and held her fingers up to Sidney's mouth.
"Clean off my fingers for me like a good girl," she said.
Sidney took her fingers in her mouth, licking them clean.
"That's a good girl," Lisa said softly. "That's a good girl."
After a moment she took her hand away and stood up. "Well, it's probably about time to get started," she said.
"Can I just ask one thing?" Sidney said. Worry showed on her face.
Lisa smiled. She shook her head. "Oh no, dear," Lisa said pleasantly. "Just calm your tits. You don't get to ask anything. You're only job now is to get set up and give these people a show. That's all."
Sidney breathed deep. "Ugh," she said softly.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Lisa said in a clear voice to the crowd. "We're about to get started."
"We have an exciting show," she said. "If you're new to this kind of show let me say, the closer you watch the more entertaining it is. You'll see her going through the physical pain of course -- lots of it. And don't forget there are big mental and emotional torments too. It's different for each person. The closer you watch the better you can see a whole variety of pains and emotions and torments."
She paused for a second then continued. "We want to hear from you," she said. "During the setup period let's give applause and cheer to my hard-working team. Let's show them how much we appreciate them," she said.
"And let's not forget our guest of honor, who is totally brave and gorgeous. She sends a big, friendly welcome to every person. She invites everyone to watch very closely and enjoy the show. When she gets set up let's give her some big applause and cheers so she knows she has a happy crowd to watch her ordeal!"
Lisa clapped her hands over her head to reinforce her meaning. Then she cupped her hands around her mouth and gave a big "WOO! WOO!" cheer.
The crowd was quickly in a good, festive mood.
As the team gathered around Sidney her eyes were wide with fear.
The crowd clapped and cheered with gusto as the team lifted the cross to vertical.
The team set the cross gently in the hole in the ground as the crowd cheered more.
Sidney was only about 6 inches off of the ground. It was enough.
Sidney looked left and right at the crowd as the team packed dirt into the hole for her cross, to hold it vertical. Gasping for air with all her emotions in overdrive. She could see and hear more applause and cheers.
The first few minutes seemed to bring her a tsunami of strong feelings all at once.
The physical feelings came on her all at once. She quickly realized that attempting to stand or place much weight on her feet brought sharp pain. She tried resting her weight on the spikes in her wrists. That brought a different type of pain. She was a relatively light, slim girl and at least at the start she seemed to find the feelings in her wrists and arms more tolerable.
This lifted her chest up and out, with her small and firm breasts and perky nipples were lifted up and pushed out in a pert and pretty way.
As she was dealing with the physical feelings she started to look around and the crowd. She could see how closely they were watching her. She seemed to have a big reaction to the feelings of being stretched out naked for every onlooker, and no option to turn away.
"Oh God," she seemed to say. She looked up at the sky.
No help came from God, or from anyone else.
It was the start of a very long ordeal.
[The end.]
The next morning guard brought Sidney to the execution place earlier than she expected.
The sun had only been up about an hour. The air had a slight touch of chill, with a hint it would get warmer later.
The execution team looked grim and focused.
There was a cross on the ground at their feet.
A few spectators had gathered already, not sure when the show was going to start.
"Hey sweetie!" Lisa said with a smile.
"Ugh," Sidney thought, "she is way too happy and chipper."
"Hey," Sidney said without much enthusiasm.
"Today you get to meet my special friend!" Lisa said. "He's handsome. He's tall. He's *very* strong. And he loves beautiful women. You two are going to look great together."
Sidney nodded.
"He loves meeting girls who are naked, sweetie," she said with a flirtatious tone. "So be a good girl and wiggle out of your clothes for me."
Everything was happening too fast for Sidney. She wanted to tell Lisa, "Take a breath. You don't need to rush. Slow down a little." But she didn't want Lisa to think she was complaining or being resistant. Sidney had made a vow to herself that she wouldn't be a complainer. So she just nodded and slipped out of the prison shirt she was wearing -- the only garment she had on.
Sidney shivered a little. Instinctively she wanted to hold her arms across her belly to hold in a bit of heat. "Aha!" she blurted out in surprise when a couple of the men from the execution team grabbed her arms. Not being gentle they forced her to lay back on the cross.
Lisa kneeled down by Sidney's right side. "Let me hold your hand for this part," she said.
Sidney looked scared. But she nodded and reached out her right hand.
Lisa took Sidney's right hand and she held it tight with both of her hands.
The men took some time to position Sidney's right wrist a just the right spot, and took a moment to line up the sharp steel spike at just the right place with just the right angle. One held her tight while the other took up the hammer.
"BAM." The first blow of the hammer was a solid hit
"Aha!" Sidney said in shock as her body shuddered. Her right arm flinched.
Lisa held her tight. "That's a good girl," she said softly. "That's a good girl."
The men moved over to her right side and repeated the process. The hammer fell with a solid "BAM." Sidney shuddered. Lisa smiled. As before, they made more good hits to drive the spike all the way through the wood, holding her wrist snug.
For Sidney the sensations and emotions were very strong. She was breathing deep, taking in as much air as she could, trying to deal with it all.
The nailing of her feet went smoothly too. Sidney winced and shuddered with every blow of the hammer. She struggled to keep her emotions under some kind of control.
When it was done Lisa and the men stood back to have a look at the helpless, naked girl on the ground.
She kept breathing hard, her bare chest rising and falling quite a bit.
Lisa knelt down close beside her.
"We'll get you set up in a few minutes sweetie," she said softly. "Then you can start doing your little show for the crowd."
Sidney nodded weakly.
"You know this is really going to happen, right?" Lisa said. "There's no pardon for you. No commutation. In a few minutes we'll get you all set up and you'll stay that way to the end. That's what is going to happen."
Sidney gave a small nod.
"Good -- I didn't want you to have any false hopes or anything like that," Lisa said.
"We're doing this kind of early," Lisa said. "I'm sure the judge won't mind if I move up the timetable a little. I'm just eager to get started," she said gently. "And I figured you didn't want to just sit in your prison cell for a few more hours being worried."
She brushed her fingers along the side of Sidney's rib cage.
"Ahh!" Sidney said. She shuddered and wiggled from the touch.
Lisa smiled at this reaction. "It's fun to see you all bare and helpless like this," she said. "It tempting to have a little bit of fun."
Lisa brushed her fingers against the exposed underarm area.
Sidney shuddered again.
"My, you're a sensitive girl today," Lisa said with a smile. "Maybe you're just feelings lots of strong emotions. Maybe you're terrified about what is ahead for you," she said. She paused. "Maybe you're just a little bit turned on," she said with a sweet voice.
Sidney shook her head.
"No? You're not aroused by all this?" Lisa said sweetly. "Oh I don't believe that for a second. I know part of you is scared. There's part of your kinky, filthy little mind that's feeling sexy."
She brushed her fingers against Sidney's stomach in a flirtatious way.
Sidney gasped and shuddered at the touch.
Lisa smiled. "My you're looking very perky too," she said in a happy way with a gesture to Sidney's erect nipples.
"Maybe you'd love and enjoy a little stimulation," she said. She let her hand drift up to Sidney's right breast.
Lisa gave a good strong pinch and twist.
"Ahh!" Sidney said and wiggled.
"Hmmm, you're definitely a very sensitive girl today," Lisa said. She let her hand drift over to Sidney's left breast.
Lisa smiled.
Sidney knew what was coming.
Lisa gave a good, hard pinch and twist, rougher than the last one.
"Ohhh!!" Sidney said and squirmed from the wave of pain and the pleasure.
"Hmmm," Lisa said nicely. "It's a lot of fun to have you so helpless. I can do *anything* I want. And there's *nothing* you can do to stop me."
She kept brushing her fingertips over Sidney's sensitive body. This got strong reactions.
"I think I've tried a billion times to imagine what it's like to be set up on a cross and left to die," Lisa said. She kept brushing her fingers.
"But in the end I decided there's just no way to imagine the feelings," she said. "I think there's only one way to know what it feels like," she said gently. "You've probably tried to imagine it too."
She kept brushing her fingers. "Now you get to do it for real," she said. "It's a lot to think about."
Sidney was breathing very hard. She made a quick nod.
"I wonder how turned on you really are," Lisa said, letting her fingers drift lower.
Sidney knew what was coming. She took in all the air she could, her chest rising and falling.
Lisa let her fingers slowly drift lower.
"AHHH!" Sidney said when Lisa brushed her sweet spot. She wiggled, and the spikes held her firm.
"Be a good girl for me and relax sweetie," Lisa said nicely.
She made a gentle circular motion, stimulating Sidney where it had a big effect.
"Oh God ... Oh God," Sidney said softly.
"Just relax for me sweetie," Lisa cooed softly. "I think you enjoy this."
Sidney nodded.
"Hmmm," Lisa said. She moved her fingers a bit.
"My, my, my, aren't you wet," she said. "I knew there's a part of you that's quite aroused by all of this."
Sidney gave a little nod.
Lisa continued having her fun with a steady, circular motion of her fingers. She had a sweet smile.
Sidney opened her knees, giving an indication about what the touch was doing for her.
After another minute or two Lisa again rubbed her fingers to sense how wet Sidney was. She massaged the helpless girl some more.
"Well this is supposed to be a day of punishment for you," she said nicely. "We don't want you to have too much fun."
She moved a bit and held her fingers up to Sidney's mouth.
"Clean off my fingers for me like a good girl," she said.
Sidney took her fingers in her mouth, licking them clean.
"That's a good girl," Lisa said softly. "That's a good girl."
After a moment she took her hand away and stood up. "Well, it's probably about time to get started," she said.
"Can I just ask one thing?" Sidney said. Worry showed on her face.
Lisa smiled. She shook her head. "Oh no, dear," Lisa said pleasantly. "Just calm your tits. You don't get to ask anything. You're only job now is to get set up and give these people a show. That's all."
Sidney breathed deep. "Ugh," she said softly.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Lisa said in a clear voice to the crowd. "We're about to get started."
"We have an exciting show," she said. "If you're new to this kind of show let me say, the closer you watch the more entertaining it is. You'll see her going through the physical pain of course -- lots of it. And don't forget there are big mental and emotional torments too. It's different for each person. The closer you watch the better you can see a whole variety of pains and emotions and torments."
She paused for a second then continued. "We want to hear from you," she said. "During the setup period let's give applause and cheer to my hard-working team. Let's show them how much we appreciate them," she said.
"And let's not forget our guest of honor, who is totally brave and gorgeous. She sends a big, friendly welcome to every person. She invites everyone to watch very closely and enjoy the show. When she gets set up let's give her some big applause and cheers so she knows she has a happy crowd to watch her ordeal!"
Lisa clapped her hands over her head to reinforce her meaning. Then she cupped her hands around her mouth and gave a big "WOO! WOO!" cheer.
The crowd was quickly in a good, festive mood.
As the team gathered around Sidney her eyes were wide with fear.
The crowd clapped and cheered with gusto as the team lifted the cross to vertical.
The team set the cross gently in the hole in the ground as the crowd cheered more.
Sidney was only about 6 inches off of the ground. It was enough.
Sidney looked left and right at the crowd as the team packed dirt into the hole for her cross, to hold it vertical. Gasping for air with all her emotions in overdrive. She could see and hear more applause and cheers.
The first few minutes seemed to bring her a tsunami of strong feelings all at once.
The physical feelings came on her all at once. She quickly realized that attempting to stand or place much weight on her feet brought sharp pain. She tried resting her weight on the spikes in her wrists. That brought a different type of pain. She was a relatively light, slim girl and at least at the start she seemed to find the feelings in her wrists and arms more tolerable.
This lifted her chest up and out, with her small and firm breasts and perky nipples were lifted up and pushed out in a pert and pretty way.
As she was dealing with the physical feelings she started to look around and the crowd. She could see how closely they were watching her. She seemed to have a big reaction to the feelings of being stretched out naked for every onlooker, and no option to turn away.
"Oh God," she seemed to say. She looked up at the sky.
No help came from God, or from anyone else.
It was the start of a very long ordeal.
[The end.]
Kodos the Executioner
Governor
I really enjoyed the story! The part where Lisa visits Sidney in her cell before the crucifixion was good.
DjEtla
Magistrate
Thanks. It was a fun scene to write.
DjEtla
Magistrate
It's always very nice to get a comment from you. Thanks very much.
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Hair and Nails
Your renders would look even better with my hand-sculpted cross model.
I have a few other goodies too, I forgot it I ever offered them.