DENA:
One nail to fix Marcella's feet
DENA:
New spectators arrive at the execution site - Marcella's parents
.........I take a closer look at the spike that's sticking out some 4 or 5 inches of Marcella's top foot. I grab the spike again to feel how well it's attached to the footrest. Everything is good and strong. Later when she is forced to move for comfort, the nailholes will enlargen. No way though, to loosen the nail with her feet. Hectorius and the men are still holding Marcella's body, she does't feel the power of the cross yet. Her eyes are open, she is watching me as I get up to control the nailed wrists.
Good here, too. The wooden washers are holding the wrists firm to the Patibulum. Marcella's thumbs are obviously starting already to dig into the palms of her hands, that are forced by the nails to form a claw. A sign that the execution proceeds as supposed.
I step back and command:
"Let go of the crucified."
The men take their hands away from her body. With no more support Marcella immediately sinks, her bodyweight stretching her arms. She shrieks like crazy, as she takes the weight off of her nailed feet, to hang by her wrists. She inhales and lifts her boobs up, so one could think she tries to hold her breath.
Little streams of blood are running down her arms. I'm hoping that no major arteries have been injured by the nails. So far, there is not too much blood. Similar as the other crucified here I realize satisfied, that she most likely will receive the full violence of the cross.
All of a sudden there is two people, a woman and a man, running up screaming to the Legionaires that are still holding the spectators back:
"Our daughter, this is our daughter. Please take our daughter down. Have mercy, she is innocent. What a shame, this naked women on the cross is our daughter. Marcella, look at yourself, what did you do? How can we help you?"
I didn't notice that Aurelian, the commander, was attending the execution. But all of a sudden he steps in front of the parents:
"You people. I have sentenced this woman to the death on the cross. She has been caught stealing. Roman law is clearly stating that thiefs must be crucified. The verdict is valid, and can not be taken back.
Where are the dealers that have been harmed?"
Two men are stepping next to the parents, Aurelian keeps speaking:
"You must refund the dealers for the damage, and also pay the torturers right away for the execution of your daughter."
Marcella's Dad pulls out his purse, to pay the merchants for the stolen food, while her Mom covers her face with her hands.
I glance over the site and see that everybody, inclucing the crucified, is watching the deal.
Then I take the chance to step in front of the parents:
"I'm in charge of the crucifixion of your daughter. You owe us 10 Denare for the Legionaires, the Guards, the flogging, the use of the cross, and the execution, according to the roman code of practice."
With the words:
"Please have mercy with my daughter", Marcella's Father is paying our wages.
Then Aurelian speaks again:
"Dena, the parents have paid for the damage and the execution. Do you have the Titulus prepared already? Please let me have it."
I pass him the Titulus. The words "Marcella Fur", are scratched into the center of the white chalked, wooden board. Above "Marcella Fur" he writes "Innocentes".
He looks at Marcella and the other crucified Messaline, Loxuru and Lucia, then raises his voice again:
"You must attach a seat for Marcella to give her the chance to relax. Since her execution is paid for, we shall treat her special. Hectorius, do you still have the bronze-phallus? Bring it and let Dena attach it."
With swift steps Hectorius is bringing his bronze-phallus, and gives it to me. I'm surprised, how well and artful Penis and Scrotum are formed, and how smooth the surface is. The phallus is not as big as one of the raw wooden Sediles. It's well the size of a regular erect Penis, has the foreskin pulled back. The phallus has a spike on it's rear, to fix it in the wood.
I let my fingers run over the bronze-glans, and try to imagine how it will feel for Marcella when she is sitting on it.
I yell:
"Lift her up again."
The men take their prior positions and lift the in pain screaming victim up, until she is "standing" with straight legs, while advising the sweating, in the sun glistening Marcella to push against the nail in her feet, to help them to keep her up.
Hectorius tells me:
"Place the phallus halfway up from her knees to the crotch, and let it point upward. The weight of her upper body will later elongate her arms enough, to make sure she can sit however she wants to."
Then I take the Hammer once more, pick up Marcella's loincloth, cover the glans of the Bronze-Phallus with it, hold it pointing upwards between her thighs, and nail it as deep as possible into her Stipes. Working in the heat with bare breasts, every time I hit the Phallus my tits are dangling. The laughing men of the team lustfully enjoying every strike from me. The soft, sweaty, warm skin of my victim's thighs feels comfortable to me.
I look into Marcella's eyes and speak to her:
"You can be glad that your parents came to pay for your wrongdoing. This bronze-phallus will allow you to rest in various positions. It's not like a raw Sedile that Loxuru and Messaline have, and that will eventually tear their rectum apart. The phallus slippery already from your body liquids. You can easily stick it up your cunt or your ass to find more hold."
As soon as I'm done, I let the team know:
"Good, let her go again."
While the parents still beg crying, that her Daughter may be taken down from the cross. Marcella is meanwhile placing her left buttock on the glans of the deadly solid phallus......
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