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In the very first post in this thread I wrote that I am interested in real crucifixions only and not fictional, "willing" victims or bdsm bondage or historical reenactment and so on. But now I have a little idea... (To Be Continued)
 

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"Rosie, are you ready? Sun will rise soon and I want to have it on the movie! Speed up!"
"Yes, Mark, I am nearly ready. But are you sure I must drink all this water?"
"Please drink one more cup. You know, I want to record the sequence of you peeing on the cross."
"Okay... I know, you paid me for this too... Now I am ready. But please could you assure me that nobody will interrupt nor see us working?"
"Of course I can assure you! The National Park is closed due to the COVID pandemy so no one will enter the area till the next month! You know, we found the unofficial way in and we must keeping all the plan in secret."
"Okay. Let's start then."
After few minutes Rosie has been stripped naked and secured with ropes to the cross. Mark lifted the stipes vertical and fix the cross firm and fast in the prepared hole. Rosie was eager to start her performance and looked for his signal. Mark went to the camera and show her his thumb >OK<. Rosie closed her eyes and the performance begun with lifting her body up to the extent.
And in the same moment she overheard a strange sound and when finally after some ten seconds she decided to open her eyes (although it was against the screenplay), she saw the pack of wolves dragging the unconscious photographer to the wood. She shouted aloud but the animals paid no attention.
"I am lucky this cross is a solid structure and I have been bound high enough to not be affraid of the wolves", she thought, but in the same moment she realised that she is firmly fastened to the stipes and patibulum deep in the wild wood and no one knows where she was and no one will appear to save her.
"I... am... lost... Oh, God, I am lost! I will really die on the cross like a Roman slave centuries ago! Why? Why me?!", and she pissed herself emptying the overloaded bladder.
And Rosie started to move rapidly but she was of course not able to kick or jump for real so all her efforts were in vain. She continued till exhausted and finally she hanged motionless paralyzed with fear. She felt the overhelming despair. She could do nothing to save herself. She was not able to get down the cross when stood the tent with her clothes and bike. She was dead. But still she must die - with hunger, thirst, exposure to the direct sun, and pain. She begun to feel pain and first cramps in legs and hands muscles. She begun to weep and sob.
The hours passed slowly and now was evening and she was horribly hungry and thirsty and she felt excruciating pain in her body muscles and damaged joints and sunburned skin ached like scourged.
At the sunset she was totally exhausted, dewatered and half-conscious and she begun to hear voices. Harsh voices and laughter. The line of the tree trunks on the western edge of the clearing looked like a city wall. Losing her mind she thought that maybe she was really in some ancient Roman city and the crowd was watching and mocking her.
"Help me! Please, have mercy...! Oh, please, help me! I am starving, and I am dying with thirst... I am innocent... It's a mistake... Pleeease..."
But there was no answer save the wolves howling. She hardly realised their grey silhouettes trottling around her cross, trying to reach the weeping meat on the top, but with no success. The sun sunk over the distant mountains range.
"I... am... dead... Hhhhh...", Rosie croacked, unable to lift her body one more time, feeling that she was suffocating and finally relaxed, losing consciousness for the last time in her life.
Two minutes later the camera informed with a beeping which meant >Low Batteries< that their movie, containing 10 hours long record of Rosies death on the cross was completed.
Two months later it became a YT hit No. 1 when the foresters discovered decayed corpse of a girl tied to the high pole and a men's skeleton two hundreds yards further and still intact camera with full memory.
 

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And there are additional sketches for this story:
 

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Of course some small add-ins are possible. For example:

15:20 o'clock.

"Eddie, please stop for the moment. Something is wrong with my MTB."
"Gosh, Judy, get rid of this pile of junk and buy a real BIKE!"
"Don't be so nervous. I must only tighten the nut and..."
She suddenly stops. The two bikers reach the edge of the big sunny clearing and they see the unreal landscape. On the background of a distant mountains and the pine forest they saw a tall cross with a woman hanging on the top.
"What the...", Edward whispered and got silent.
"It is a GIRL..."
"Yes, it's a NAKED girl...!"
"Yes... It's a naked, CRUCIFIED girl!!!"
"Is she... dead?!"
"I don't know but I am scared... Eddie, please, do something! We must help her!"
"No, Judy, please don't touch her! Even don't come nearer! See, there is a camera, perhaps a monitoring!"
Rosie opened her eyes and moaned.
"Please help me... Please untie me or at least call for the police or for the ambulance... I am... dying..."
The two looked scared to one another.
"Judy, don't use your mobile! Remember, we are inside the prohibited zone, no one is allowed to enter the Park for the moment. We will be in trouble. And moreover, what she is doing here? Isn't it some dark business?"
"I am... an actress... We were making... a movie here...", puffed exhausted Rosie.
"Oh, no!", smiled Edward. "What do you think, what kind of fool am I? Where is the staff and all the equipment? I can see only the camera set to watch you dying and a shovel to get rid with your corpse when you are dead!"
"Judy, you will tighten the nut wherever, and now we must run!"
"You are right! It looks like a mafia's vendetta...!"
"Exactly! Mafia. Or yakuza. We are extremely lucky that they are absent for a while! We must never tell a single word to anybody. Go!"
The two mountain bikers disappeared as quick as they appeared two minutes ago before Rosie was able to beg for help once more nor to clarify the situation to them. She cried with despair and fainted.
 

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Maybe I will add some clarifications regarding the wolves' behavior. These carnivorous animals are not so eager to attack people, at least in the midsummer, but they were simply curious seeing and smelling two motionless people on the clearing and the photographer focused on the camera settings didn't notice them till they are really near, sniffing around. When he finally noticed the animals, he probably was so shocked that he simply died a heart attack in an instant. So, the wolves took the unexpected piece of fresh meat with them. Later they came back to check the other piece of meat, because motionless Rosie, smelling with sweat and urine, surrounded with the thick clouds of flies, looked no more alive than Mark, but they did nothing when they heard her sobs. After her death they tried to reach her corpse but they are only able to rip her feet with their paws and nails. Mark fastened her to the cross fast and secure. However when the foresters finally found her, her arms, neck, breasts and face were partially eaten by the mountain crows and the remaining flesh - by the flies larvae so she could be recognized thanks to the video material only (and so she could become posthumously the most popular amateur porno actress of the year 2020).
 
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The real landscape... and Rosie's imagination. She was not an active bdsm lover nor amateur historian but as a prostitute, model and wanna-be porn actress she is familiar with such techniques as crucifixion and before she decided to take part in Mark's project she read few articles describing it as the most dreadful kind of death penalty ever invented, that's why she was so horribly threatened at the beginning and that's why she imagined of being condemned to death on the cross and crucified at the town's gate while raving deliriously at the end.
 

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"Rosie, are you ready? Sun will rise soon and I want to have it on the movie! Speed up!"
"Yes, Mark, I am nearly ready. But are you sure I must drink all this water?"
"Please drink one more cup. You know, I want to record the sequence of you peeing on the cross."
"Okay... I know, you paid me for this too... Now I am ready. But please could you assure me that nobody will interrupt nor see us working?"
"Of course I can assure you! The National Park is closed due to the COVID pandemy so no one will enter the area till the next month! You know, we found the unofficial way in and we must keeping all the plan in secret."
"Okay. Let's start then."
After few minutes Rosie has been stripped naked and secured with ropes to the cross. Mark lifted the stipes vertical and fix the cross firm and fast in the prepared hole. Rosie was eager to start her performance and looked for his signal. Mark went to the camera and show her his thumb >OK<. Rosie closed her eyes and the performance begun with lifting her body up to the extent.
And in the same moment she overheard a strange sound and when finally after some ten seconds she decided to open her eyes (although it was against the screenplay), she saw the pack of wolves dragging the unconscious photographer to the wood. She shouted aloud but the animals paid no attention.
"I am lucky this cross is a solid structure and I have been bound high enough to not be affraid of the wolves", she thought, but in the same moment she realised that she is firmly fastened to the stipes and patibulum deep in the wild wood and no one knows where she was and no one will appear to save her.
"I... am... lost... Oh, God, I am lost! I will really die on the cross like a Roman slave centuries ago! Why? Why me?!", and she pissed herself emptying the overloaded bladder.
And Rosie started to move rapidly but she was of course not able to kick or jump for real so all her efforts were in vain. She continued till exhausted and finally she hanged motionless paralyzed with fear. She felt the overhelming despair. She could do nothing to save herself. She was not able to get down the cross when stood the tent with her clothes and bike. She was dead. But still she must die - with hunger, thirst, exposure to the direct sun, and pain. She begun to feel pain and first cramps in legs and hands muscles. She begun to weep and sob.
The hours passed slowly and now was evening and she was horribly hungry and thirsty and she felt excruciating pain in her body muscles and damaged joints and sunburned skin ached like scourged.
At the sunset she was totally exhausted, dewatered and half-conscious and she begun to hear voices. Harsh voices and laughter. The line of the tree trunks on the western edge of the clearing looked like a city wall. Losing her mind she thought that maybe she was really in some ancient Roman city and the crowd was watching and mocking her.
"Help me! Please, have mercy...! Oh, please, help me! I am starving, and I am dying with thirst... I am innocent... It's a mistake... Pleeease..."
But there was no answer save the wolves howling. She hardly realised their grey silhouettes trottling around her cross, trying to reach the weeping meat on the top, but with no success. The sun sunk over the distant mountains range.
"I... am... dead... Hhhhh...", Rosie croacked, unable to lift her body one more time, feeling that she was suffocating and finally relaxed, losing consciousness for the last time in her life.
Two minutes later the camera informed with a beeping which meant >Low Batteries< that their movie, containing 10 hours long record of Rosies death on the cross was completed.
Two months later it became a YT hit No. 1 when the foresters discovered decayed corpse of a girl tied to the high pole and a men's skeleton two hundreds yards further and still intact camera with full memory.

A horror story. It makes me shiver to think about what happened to the poor actress. Pure horror.
 
A horror story. It makes me shiver to think about what happened to the poor actress. Pure horror.

Yes indeed, a very effective horror story.

I HATE horror stories.

Well damn done, Andy. But it reminds me that even though I get an erotic jolt from female crucifixions, it has to be at a remove at least two millennia.

That, said, she's one of your more appealing characters. I’ll take a cue from her and imagine I’m looking a sight outside a Mediterranean city wall circa 1 CE. :eeek: :babeando:
 

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I am impressed myself. I never thought such an idea could move me so deeply. The reason is she really died on her cross in my story, so finally it proved to be the REAL crucifixion. NOT a reenactment episode nor bdsm play nor porn movie but real passion.

I think the part with the young bikers finding her while there was still time to save her life was an especially cruel part of Rosie's experience . Imagine seeing people who could bring help but leaving you because they feared for their safety! All that hope simply dashed when they left you there. Perhaps she thought they might yet bring help, but none ever arrives! Her pain simply gets worse and worse as her body shuts down and she begins to hallucinate.

Since Rosie initially drank a lot of water for her big pissing scene, I thought you might have drawn an image showing her pissing at some point. I can imagine the wolves nipping and clawing at her heels and drawing blood. If she pissed then maybe the wolves would have sensed this as Rosie marking her territory which might persuade them to leave.
 
I am impressed myself. I never thought such an idea could move me so deeply. The reason is she really died on her cross in my story, so finally it proved to be the REAL crucifixion. NOT a reenactment episode nor bdsm play nor porn movie but real passion.

Yes, the cruel twist adds spice to the story, not just that she is suddenly in a deadly situation which she can do nothing about, and which is slow and inevitable, but that she is discovered and for selfish reasons left to her fate. The video adds a modern touch to the story, a graphic record of a tragic end.

I remember reading a short story years ago of a woman tied to a bed by her lover in a cabin in the country, the lover has a heart attack and she is left bound naked to the bed, trying desperately to get free. I wonder if any of the girls here have had such a fantasy?

Since Rosie initially drank a lot of water for her big pissing scene, I thought you might have drawn an image showing her pissing at some point. I can imagine the wolves nipping and clawing at her heels and drawing blood. If she pissed then maybe the wolves would have sensed this as Rosie marking her territory which might persuade them to leave.

Yes, the pissing was a bait and switch, we were led to think one thing and then presented with another.

I think the part with the young bikers finding her while there was still time to save her life was an especially cruel part of Rosie's experience . Imagine seeing people who could bring help but leaving you because they feared for their safety! All that hope simply dashed when they left you there. Perhaps she thought they might yet bring help, but none ever arrives! Her pain simply gets worse and worse as her body shuts down and she begins to hallucinate.

I think this justifies counting Rosie as a Covid victim, the park is locked down and no one will find her who has a legitimate reason to be there
 
Margaret's fate, part 1 of 5. Preparations: Margaret stripped and abused.
 

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Margaret's fate, part 2 of 5. Resistance is futile.
 

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Margaret's fate, part 3 of 5. Time to lift the bitch up.
 

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Margaret's fate, part 4 of 5. See you tomorrow, pitiful slut!
 

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Margaret's fate, part 5 of 5. Tomorrow never dies, but Margaret will die tomorrow.
 

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