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- My tormentors allowed me to rest for a few minutes while I lay on the cross apparently calm while they argued if it was better to pick up the cross first or nail my feet.
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- Finally they tied my feet together and raised the cross. It did not take much effort because they had chosen a low cross, almost a crux humilis. This wasn´t more spectacular than a tall cross but then I understood why they did it like this.
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- The audience shouted with joy when they saw how they raised the cross with my poor tortured body hanging from it. Many whistled and clapped and raised their cell phones to capture the moment. I screamed in pain when the whole weight of my body pulled on my wrists and the nails touched my injured nerves.
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-This time the executioners did not keep me waiting for a moment and hastened to nail my feet to the vertical stake. When I saw that long nail, I yelled with all my might, begging them not to do it, but they had no mercy and drove the nail in, piercing both my feet at the same time. That was much worse than the wrists. The pain was unbearable and I bent my whole body screaming at the sky.
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-The nail went up to the head, imprisoning my feet against the wood and I kept screaming. I even banged my head against the wood in hopes of losing consciousness.
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- When I recovered, I saw my torturers looking at their work with satisfaction. The audience also looked at me with desire and excitement. The executioners were all aroused, probably my screams and convulsions had turned them on.
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- At last everyone left me alone and just looked at me. Actually because of the way I had been nailed to the cross, the weight of my body would be enough to torture me for hours. Then the real torment of the crucifixion began. The sun began to rise on the horizon and the temperature was rising little by little, degree by degree .... 32, 33, 34, 35 .... 38, 40 degrees Celsius. My skin burns and my head ached as dozens of flies tormented me on my wounds. I remained crucified for about two hours in a hell of suffering and pain. Then I understood what it really meant to die on the cross, a slow and desperate ordeal in which I have time to repent a thousand times for my stupidity.
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- The worst were the breathing problems. I hadn't been sedile so my entire weight was hanging from the three nails. All the postures were awkward and very painful so I soon started a hellish up and down dance that delighted my audience judging by its hissing and obscenities. Despite the torment, I was very horny to see the reactions of all those men to see the contortions of my body. Many wanted me ardently like this naked and crucified and that made my pussy was permanently hot and wet, As I say I did everything possible to put my legs together so that no one would see it.
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- Anyway, my lack of air was so great that I asked my executioners for a support or sedile to be able to rest my butt. When they showed me the sedile they offered me, a chill ran through my body because it was a thick wooden stake six or seven centimeters in diameter with a rounded tip,....... that is, a cornu. Seeing that I was in doubt, the executioners asked me again if I wanted it or not, and I said ....yes.