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The female executioner for Numerus Brittonum et Exploratorum Nemanigensium

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GORDIAN:

......"crucify, crucify", the spectators in the Atrium are shouting. At the end of the flogging Marcella goes down to her knees, shaking. Dena and I untie the thief, drag the woman to the side, to throw her careless into the dust.

Like almost all victims, she peed on herself and vomited during the flogging.
Dena gets a bucket of cold water, dumps it on Marcella, to sort of clean her. Slowly she is regaining control over her body again.

Hectorius and I put her on her feet. Dena is wrapping the loincloth around Marcella's waist, redresses the delinquent with her tunic, to then give her more posca.
Dena speaks:

"Drink Marcella. You will need it. Look here, your Patibulum. I help you to put your clothes back on, in that way the Patibulum will not hurt your shoulders that much."
The cheap, sour wine tastes horrible but at least it numbs my senses a bit. I want to be numb now. Don't want to thin about what is next -- my crucifixion.

"Please, more wine." I beg of my executioners. The woman looks over to the man who shrugs his shoulders as if to say why not.

My female executioner puts the end of the wineskin in my mouth as I tilt my head back to drink. I swallow as much as I can, nearly gagging. It overflows my mouth and runs down to my chest. It stings the welts on my breasts. Then I can drink no more. My belly is full of the awful, vinegary stuff. I hope I can hold it down. The alcohol makes my head swim. I want to be as insensible as possible for what I have to endure soon. But I know it won't help that much. The thought of nails being pounded through my flesh sends shudderes of terror through me. My stomach rebels. I drop my head and vomit up much of what I just drank.

"Fuck," says the woman, "waste of good wine on this bitch."

"Wait until she's elevated on the cross," says the man, "she'll be begging for it again."
 
The cheap, sour wine tastes horrible but at least it numbs my senses a bit. I want to be numb now. Don't want to thin about what is next -- my crucifixion.

"Please, more wine." I beg of my executioners. The woman looks over to the man who shrugs his shoulders as if to say why not.

My female executioner puts the end of the wineskin in my mouth as I tilt my head back to drink. I swallow as much as I can, nearly gagging. It overflows my mouth and runs down to my chest. It stings the welts on my breasts. Then I can drink no more. My belly is full of the awful, vinegary stuff. I hope I can hold it down. The alcohol makes my head swim. I want to be as insensible as possible for what I have to endure soon. But I know it won't help that much. The thought of nails being pounded through my flesh sends shudderes of terror through me. My stomach rebels. I drop my head and vomit up much of what I just drank.

"Fuck," says the woman, "waste of good wine on this bitch."

"Wait until she's elevated on the cross," says the man, "she'll be begging for it again."
You are coming in the mood, Marcella!

Don't worry, Dena will crucify you in compliance with the best practices!
 
I expect nothing less from my female executioner (Dena, is it?).

Best practices, yes!!! I deserve nothing but the best for my crucifixion.

Oh wait . . . um, that's not necessarily good for me, is it? :doh:
Yes, Dena, that's her name!

When she will have carried out a good crucifixion job, she will look satisfied at you, and she will be proud about her work.

Most curious is that you, despite your suffering, will share a bit of her pride yourself!
 
DENA:

Marcella's Patibulum


Dressed again she is standing now in front of her Patibulum and seems to study it. Yes, the Patibulum speaks his own language. Stains of dried blood, and various nailholes are stating Marcella that she is not the first one to be executed on this peace of wood. Nor will she be the last.

I raise my voice:

"Gordian, let's place the Patibulum on her shoulders."

Gordian and I are lifting the Patibullum up and lower it on Marcella's shoulders:

"Spread your arms Marcella. Like that it's much easier for you to carry the wood to your execution site. We will tie your hands to the Patibulum."

As soon as she has the weight on her back, she is forced to look down. I wrap a rope around her waist, telling her:

"In case you want to refuse to carry the Patibulum, we will use the rope to drag you to your execution. The more you help us, the better it will be for you. Besides that, the walk is not very long."

Hectorius picks up the Titulus, while I collect my robe and put it in a bag.
I was thinking about covering my upper body again, but since it's so damn hot today, I will put the robe back on when my work is done. Gordian grabs the bag, while I take the rope to guide the victim. The small procession starts to move out of the Atrium.

The people in the market place of the little village laugh as we walk by. A man is yelling:

"Hey Thief, you shouldn't be stealing everything you can get your hands on. What do you need that Patibulum for?"

A few spectators that want to witness Marcellas execution, follow us out of the village to the execution site.
 
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A SPECTATOR:

May be Messaline. But once you were handed out to the Execution team, you became an object. Nothing more, nothing less.

What did you feel when the Legionaire Gordian stripped you in front of all the spectators?
How was it when they laid you down to your cross, and Dena was spotting the perfect place for the nails in your wrists?

They had to hold down your legs and your upper body, to do the same with with your feet. How was that?

What was it like, when your body was handled by all these uncaring, laughing strangers? When they lifted you up, and finally secured your cross in the ground?:D
Yes in fact , I felt myself like a thing , handled by people who hadn't any feeling for me, perhaps just thinking that it was a pity to nail such a beautiful body to a cross and letting her dying without having any profit ...
Anyway, I'm alone, my intimity esposed to the crowd, hearing all the bad reactions that people could have !
" View like she has wonderful breasts !" " Hé, I could put my cock and stick it deepest and deepest !" " Oooooh, of course that it could be wetter and wetter into her !" "Let me cut her breasts and cook them to your fire, soldiers ! " ... and so on ...

Yes, a thing that you can retail following the tastes of everyone ... a butchery ... :eek:
 
Crucifixion is teamwork, including the condemned!

I'm dressed again but rather casually. Not like a properly dressed woman. The cloth against my whipped flesh is painful and my blood seeps into the fibers. I wince painfully as the weight of the crossbeam presses down across my whipped shoulders. Why am I cooperating with my executioners? They "put your arms here" and I obey. Why? I should be fighting them! I'll be nailed to this damned piece of wood before long? Yet here I am, doing as they order. Why? Why? They bind my wrists to the ends of the heavy plank. I see oid nail hoes and dried blood where my wrists are tied. I feel faint with fear and loathing of what awaits me.

With the heavy crossbeam across my shoulders I have to bend forward to balance the weight. My breasts are revealed, bobbling from my chest, as my hastily draped clothing fails to adequately cover me. As I walk along the road I hear crude comments about my breasts as they sway back and forth, dripping with sweat, blood and sour wine. My face reddens in humiliation.
 
Why am I cooperating with my executioners? They "put your arms here" and I obey. Why? I should be fighting them! I'll be nailed to this damned piece of wood before long? Yet here I am, doing as they order. Why? Why? They bind my wrists to the ends of the heavy plank. I see oid nail hoes and dried blood where my wrists are tied. I feel faint with fear and loathing of what awaits me.
I recognise the feeling. When I got brought to my cross earlier that day, I also had this cooperative attitude, totally contrarily to how one should behave in the circumstances. Is it something persuasive in Dena's character?
Is it submission to the inevitable verdict? Common sense telling that resistance would only make things even worse than they already are!?
Or, rather, acceptance? Suddenly, you feel part of a show, a cruel show of justice. Being all my life a performer, seeking the attention of an audience, with a bit of exhibitionism, this will be my ultimate public performance! Watch me, folks! Watch me die, naked, humiliated, crucified!
Add to it my rebelous attitude! On the cross, I can tell as much jokes about the emperor in public as I want, and no one can do me anything (anymore)!

So, what's the point of resisting underway to the cross?
 
I recognise the feeling. When I got brought to my cross earlier that day, I also had this cooperative attitude, totally contrarily to how one should behave in the circumstances. Is it something persuasive in Dena's character?
Is it submission to the inevitable verdict? Common sense telling that resistance would only make things even worse than they already are!?
Or, rather, acceptance? Suddenly, you feel part of a show, a cruel show of justice. Being all my life a performer, seeking the attention of an audience, with a bit of exhibitionism, this will be my ultimate public performance! Watch me, folks! Watch me die, naked, humiliated, crucified!
Add to it my rebelous attitude! On the cross, I can tell as much jokes about the emperor in public as I want, and no one can do me anything (anymore)!

So, what's the point of resisting underway to the cross?
Sheer terror at what will soon happen to me (I'll be nailed to a cross) woud make me crumple to the ground in a convulsing heap.

So, how to get me to my feet and on my way?

1. Tie a rope around my neck and tug on it. Better to get up and walk than be dragged across the pavement. Or use a truncheon between my ass cheeks to encourage me forward.

2. Apply the whip to my back/buttocks. That fucking hurts! If I get up and walk I won't get the whip. Well, I'll soon be nailed and elevated which will be infinitely greater agony, but in the short term I'm avoiding the sting of the whip.

3. I understand the inevitability of it all. Let's just get this shit over with.
 
DENA:

Marcella on the march of death


.......shortly after we have started the march, I tell the procession to halt. I check Marcella closely to see, how she can take it. So far she still is in good condition. I decide to take the rope from her waist, tie it around her neck, saying:

"You're doing that really good. Keep working on your execution, and I don't have to tug on the rope. Let me give you an idea."

As soon as I say so, I tug the rope for fun and choke Marcella for a few seconds, then release it again. Gordian is supporting her from the rear, making sure the strangled woman doesn't stumble or fall with her Patibulum.
I tug the rope once more, causing passers by, Hectorius and Gordian to laugh.


All four of us take a sip of Posca and move on. Since Marcella no longer has the rope around the waist, her raggedy clothes don't hold together anymore. Under the weight of the Patibulum she sometimes bows forward, forced to show the dangling tits. Gordian, Hectorius and I are making jokes:

"Hey Marcella, watch out, everybody can see your cunt and your tits. I'd be ashamed if I'd be dressed like you."

On the march.jpeg Arrival.JPG

(I don't know who took the left shot, nor who the girl is, but it illustrates the situation of the victim on the march really good. Much better than in many Movie productions. Thank you so much. :rolleyes:)
 
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DENA:

the bizarre group moves on in the midday heat

Gordian and I are joking while we walk on, I'm saying:
"Gordian, have you seen how that rebel Loxuru ejaculated as soon as he was completely crucified? It happened quite fast. While I nailed his feet to the footrest, I always kept an eye on him. I was scared that he'd may pee on us. The rebel Girl Messaline seemed to be ashamed when he squirted."

Gordian laughing:
"Yes that was fun. As soon as Loxuru managed to sit with the Sedile in his ass, he had an erect cock. But when we hoisted the rebel-bitch Messaline, her nipples have been rock hard. The behaviour of crucified people is not easy to understand."

Then I'm encouraging Marcella:
"You are a strong young woman. The spectators will be very pleased to have you crucified."

A little further on the side of the road we can now see the crowd. As we get closer, the execution site with all it's horror is well visible and audible. Crosses in the background with skeletons, others with rotting corpses, then the five crucified from yesterday. In front of them Messaline, Loxuru and opposite to the two, Lucia, with the face to the cross. The still living crucified seem to have some sort of an urge to watch us, even though they often scream in agony.

I speak to Messaline:
"See the crucified? They are checking us out already. You'll be amongst them very soon......"
 

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The behaviour of crucified people is not easy to understand."
A hard pain can bring an inflow of endorphine which acts to the pleasure : it's the principle of BDSM ...

"See the crucified? They are checking us out already. You'll be amongst them very soon......"
Yes, I know well, but, I prey you, let people who desire to put their fingers into my vagina to bring me some last pleasures ...
Pic25_1.jpg :rolleyes::rolleyes::rolleyes:
 
"Gordian, have you seen how that rebel Loxuru ejaculated as soon as he was completely crucified?
"Yes that was fun. As soon as Loxuru managed to sit with the Sedile in his ass, he had an erect cock.
The behaviour of crucified people is not easy to understand."
Extreme stress and arousal go hand in hand. And they keep coming! The mixture of feelings createsterror, agitation and excitement!
A hard pain can bring an inflow of endorphine which acts to the pleasure : it's the principle of BDSM ...
Messaline explains it more scientifically!

The still living crucified seem to have some sort of an urge to watch us, even though they often scream in agony.
Marcella will soon be one of us! I cannot wait for her arrival!
 
GORDIAN:

Marcella carries her Patibulum

Marcella, Dena, Hectorius and I are on the way to the execution site. The three of us are joking, laughing, while Marcella is balancing the load on her shoulders and watches her steps.

In the beginning of the march Marcella flushed. Was it because she is ashamed, or was it because of the pain and the heat? What a lot of people don't know is, that it often happens that the victims faint, when they get an idea of what is going to happen to them. The executioners want this psychological impact, but still need the victims to function. That's why we give them Posca. With the alcohol the condemned can look at themselves a little from a "distance".

We have left the village, passersby are watching us. Some of them comment: "You get what you deserve" or "look at yourself, you can't walk around like that".

In the midday heat Dena and I are walking with bare upper body. Hectorius wears his light tunic, Marcella is dressed in rags. When I glance at her, depending on the position, I can see her dangling boobs and also her cunt.

I speak to her: "Hey Marcella, it's not that far anymore. Isn't that interesting, now you are carrying your Patibulum, but very soon that same Patibulum will hold you."

Then we can see and hear the execution site. On the right side of the road there is a good crowd. Well audible the screaming of the crucified. As we get closer, we can see the crosses amongst the spectators. Behind the executed from today, the dead bodies of the five executed from yesterday are hanging. Further in the background visible, there is rotting corpses and skeletons on crosses.

The newly crucified, when they don't shriek in agony, talk to each other or the spectators. Messaline and Loxuru are "sitting" side by side on their Sedile, while Lucia is tied to her cross, facing the Patibulum. The crucified saw us.

Dena yells: "Halt. Let's have some more Posca for the last couple of steps." Saying so, she lets Marcella drink first, then we take a sip......:D
 
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I speak to her: "Hey Marcella, it's not that far anymore. Isn't that interesting, now you are carrying your Patibulum, but very soon that same Patibulum will hold you."
It is always comforting to be escorted to the cross with such a great philosophers as execution team!:D

The newly crucified, when they don't shriek in agony, talk to each other or the spectators.
Talking gossip! Even from the cross!...:susurro:
Dena yells: "Halt. Let's have some more Posca for the last couple of steps." Saying so, she lets Marcella drink first, then we take a sip.
...Particularly about some people's drinking habits!:copas:
 
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