This!
Oh, I could imagine a lot of scenarios where the crucifixion is non-fatal.
It might serve the improvement of the victim.
It might be a harvesting of agony and ecstacy for some ritual, perhaps repeated.
It might be an initiation, rite of passage, qualification of some kind.
It might be the whim of the torturer, wanting to see me give up all hope and accept my fate, deciding to release me to live only in the moment when I do.
For beautiful women of a wide range of body types aged 18 to 60, I would offer crucifixion, in lieu of incarceration and a criminal record, for minor and non-violent crimes.
If she accepts crucifixion, she is stripped naked and strip searched, only a rubber band tying her hair back so we can see the expression on her face as she writhes.
Then, bind her, wrists and ankles to a Saint Andrew's Cross. Her full weight bears down excruciatingly on her crotch. Instinctively, she pulls up at her wrist bindings and pushes up from her ankle bindings to try to escape the undescribable agony. But lactic acid eventually builds up in her arm and leg muscles and she slides back down to the horrible inferno that is her crotch.
"Save me!" she screams out in despair.
"Only you can save yorself."
"Don't give me that mumbo-jumbo!"
"No...only you can save yourself...by orgasming..."
"WHAT????????????"
Tell her she is beautiful. Stroke her face, stroke her sides. Tell her again she is beautiful. Lick her areolas, suck her nipples. Lick her labiae, suck her clitoris.
She feels aroused now.
"You can do it! Keep it up! Cum for me, baby! C'mon, now! Cum for me, baby!"
She has the most powerful orgasm she has ever had in her life. The floor under her spread-out crotch is drenched. She passes out.
For the rest of her life, this will be her go-to memory for masturbating and orgasming, to the dismay of men and battery manufacturers everywhere.