Intriguing!Meanwhile, an ex-army sniper in Montana who lives alone gets his mail
Loved the comparissionTaking those… things inside of her like some hard-core porn star
Now Ellie is afraid for real“What – what day?” She asked, anxiously, afraid this might be THE day.
I have a feeling it's gonna be ttotally the oppositeAt least I’ll die with purpose. They’ll remember me when the revolution happens. Maybe name a school or park after me!
This was a really emotional scene. A gesture of brotherhood by the male inmates“Be strong, babe!”
“Yeah, only your body, only your body! Can’t touch the real you inside!”
“You show ‘em, you tough!”
Not a single angle will be lostIn addition to the mobile cameras, there was a thin metal pole at each corner of the platform with tiny Bluetooth cameras mounted near floor level, eye level, and ten feet above. There were four tiny cameras arrayed above the hoist arm above where Ellie would hang, for views looking down and four embedded in the floor that would see up from beneath her. Finally, there were four drones hovering overhead. Neither the Federal Government nor the television people wanted anything missed that could be marketed later.
I think the prosecutor negociated a twenty-four hours following deathAfter being pronounced dead, her body shall remain on the cross for twelve hours
The humiliation parts are some of my favorite partsI’m naked! She thought. In front of all these people! My God! Not just uncovered, but my pussy… It’s BALD too! There’s nothing to hide me down there. They can see… everything!
I've never read this type of interaction beetween executioners before. Outstanding jedakk!“John! Hey man, good to see you!” Joe said, “How’s that new baby? What’s that, number four? And your oldest in college? You know they’ve finally figured out what causes those!”
Another good joke“Hi Mom!”
Not if they can help it. Video of a girl like that being executed is gold, and the government will mine all they can get out of it.Not a single angle will be lost
I thought I had fixed that back in the sentence negotiation chapter. I'll have to go back and do that. At some point after I finish posting this, it will go on the archives here as an e-book and it will have corrections in it that I pick up after I've posted it. I hope they are all minor!I think the prosecutor negociated a twenty-four hours following death
One of the scary things about the execution crews is they talk and joke like ordinary people. Joe and his whipping crew are headed off to the pizza buffet now that they've finished with Ellie, who is about to be crucified.I've never read this type of interaction beetween executioners before. Outstanding jedakk!
Oh yes, several threads will be running at the same time. You can hardly write a crucifixion story that's readable without having other plots and things going on. Otherwise, it's just up, down, up, down and then they suddenly die and it's "The End."My guess is that some kind of plot will unfold while Ellie is 'dying'. If that's the case, it'll be just brilliant writing!
I enjoyed the walk through the woods Jedakk! I must say that reporter is a rat. He too should get a little bit of what Ellie is going through if he really wants a scoop on what it feels like to be whipped and crucifiedI said earlier that I would post two chapters today, even though these chapters are a bit longer. The one tomorrow, "The Nailing" is much longer and needs to be posted by itself so I needed to get these two out of the way.
Chapter 16 is titled "The Via Crucis." This takes Ellie from the end of her whipping to the place of execution where she waits for them to nail her to the cross. This crucifixion follows a time schedule since it is all being televised live.
Ellie's walk to her crucifixion follows a route down a scenic trail in the park that follows a big bend in the river. I've taken literary license with the river; it doesn't gurgle as it flows over rocks. It's wide and slow in the Beaumont area, crossing the coastal plain before it runs into the Gulf Of Mexico. There are a few parts of it where it flows over some rocks, but those are eighty to a hundred miles upstream. I used to know them well back in the days when I would canoe that river and others.
The scenic trail lengthens the distance between the whipping platform and the execution site. The straight-line distance is only a quarter mile, but it's three-quarters of a mile around the trail Ellie has to walk.
Chapter 16: The Via CrucisEllie’s legs folded up as they lowered her down onto the platform. She dropped to her knees crying and knelt there rocking back and forth, clutching herself between the legs with both hands, trying to ease the burning pain.
A lot of people, having seen this show, were beating a quick trip to the place of execution to get a good spot although everyone knew the best spots would certainly be taken.
Joe stood with his hands on his hips looking at Ellie. “Water?” He said to Mike and James, shrugging.
“Why not? I’ll get it.” Mike said and went down the steps to get the plastic water cans they’d brought for this purpose. He came back with one in each hand, three gallons each. He pulled the top off one and splashed some of it over Ellie.
“Unh!” She grunted at the cold and sputtered. “Oh my God Oh my God!”
“Time for you to get up. You got some walkin’ to do,” Joe said.
When she didn’t attempt to get up, he said, “Well, better get her on her feet. The show starts at noon, got an hour and fifteen minutes to get her there and we got to be early.”
Mike reached down and easily lifted Ellie up, made her stand on her own feet. She was still holding her pussy where that last stroke had hit, but he made her straighten up so he could get the slave collar around her neck, close and lock it.
“Here, drink this,” Joe said, handing her a tin cup of water. “Gonna need it, don’t want you burnin’ out on me.”
She drained the cup twice and asked for more. “You had enough. All you’re doing now is stallin’. Ain’t gonna happen.”
James brought the crosspiece and Mike held the chain between her wrists up so he could pass the six-inch square beam under it and set it on her right shoulder.
“You know what this is, don’t you?” Joe said, looking at Ellie.
“I – I – oh please don’t do this to meee!” She wailed.
“This is called a crosspiece,” Joe said. “It weighs about thirty-five pounds. You’re gonna carry this to the execution site. That’s where you’re gonna die, sometime, in a few days maybe. You just get started and die a little today. I know they already told you all that, so you know, right?”
“Yes, I – I just need some time, I hurt so much!” Ellie said.
“Don’t have time,” Joe said. “You got an appointment for noon, a date with the executioner. You’re gonna be there no matter what, so we gotta start walking. Now Mike is gonna be in front of you, holding your rope, leading you along. You have to keep up. If you don’t keep up, I’m gonna sting your ass with this whip. You know what that feels like. You want me to remind you?”
“NO! No! Oh no, please don’t, sir,” Ellie sobbed, shaking her head.
And I’m gonna keep stinging it until you convince me you’ve fully understood. Got it?”
“Yes, s-sir.” Ellie said.
“Let’s go” Joe said.
Mike moved to the top of the steps leading off the platform and shouted the traditional announcement, loudly, so everyone could hear it:
“DEAD WOMAN WALKING!”
The waiting crowd parted like the Red Sea for them as they came down, Mike in front, James beside the naked sobbing Ellie, guiding and steadying her on the steps, and Joe in back with his whip ready to urge her on.
One of the cameramen was out in front, camera over his shoulder pointed backwards with its viewfinder turned so he could walk and watch. The second cameraman brought up the rear. When he passed, people began falling in behind him.
Once they were on the grass and clear of the mass of people, Mike took the direction he knew would put them on the walking trail. He’d done this before.
Ellie blinked back the tears that filled her eyes, obscuring her vision. Thankfully the ground was smooth and grassy here, not rocky, so easier on her bare feet. Shortly after they left the amphitheater, they entered open woods. There were sounds of running water, the Neches River nearby. She couldn’t turn loose of the beam she was carrying to wipe her eyes, so she did her best to rub them on her sweaty forearm while she stumbled along. Her back and bottom were on fire! Her pussy throbbed.
She looked up and saw only more woods, lowland hardwood trees with late spring green leaves, forest floor covered with dead leaves that crunched under her feet. The river was to her left, gurgling where it ran over rocks. She looked ahead, straight into the lens of the TV camera that was sending her beaten, naked picture out to the world. She snarled and managed to flip it off with both of her hands that were resting on the beam.
“How are you doing now, Ms. Ruck?” Ken McDonald asked. He’d been walking behind her and decided it was time for an interview.
“Now how the fuck does it look like I’m doing?” She asked.
“Well, I’m sure things look bad right now, but…”
“But what, you stupid asshole? They’re going to fucking get better? The sun’ll come out tomorrow? Bet Little Orphan fucking Annie wouldn’t of been singing if she’d been in my place!” Ellie snapped.
“No, it’s just a saying!” He said.
“Just a fucking saying? Right. Well, let me just fucking tell you how I’m doing! it’s hell right now. My back has been whipped bloody and it stings, burns, aches, it fucking hurts. It’s probably a mess, but I guess I’ll never see it, will I?”
“No, I suppose you won’t, hadn’t thought about it.”
“And my pussy, well, that only throbs like a motherfucker with every step! And that’s damn sure going to get worse, now, isn’t it?!”
“There you have it folks! The colorful Ellie Ruck, on her way to the cross! Traditional capital punishment revived for modern day!” The reporter began dropping back to his place behind her.
Oh God, it can’t be too much farther, Ellie thought. They’ll nail my wrists to this beam I’m carrying! She looked at the beam in horror. She didn’t see the root in the pathway before she stumbled and began to fall. She almost caught herself, but the weight of the beam threw her off. Its end hit first, then she rolled sideways and landed on her left side.
“Ms. Ruck fell!” She heard Ken McDonald say. “It’s unclear yet whether she’s injured.”
“You get up right now!” Someone shouted.
Oh my God, Joe, with his whip! She thought. I have to move, now!
“I – I’m trying!” She said, rolling over and trying to find a way to get up. She was on her knees, ass in the air, unable to lift the beam from that position. And she knew what was coming.
Oh my God Oh my god… “OWWW!” The whip struck her ass cheek. “Please, I’m trying, I just…,” she sobbed, “just don’t know what to do! OWWW! OHHH!” The whip struck her again.
“Fuck!” Joe said. He bent down and grabbed the beam, lifting it and dragging her up in the process. “You watch where you’re going and don’t fuck up again or I won’t be so nice.”
“Let’s go!” Mike said, tugging on the rope attached to her collar.
Ellie stumbled forward, trying to watch where she placed her feet, taking one step after another. Minutes passed and the monotony lulled her into a trance where there was only the next step and then the one after. Sweat trickled down her body, stinging the raw welts. It felt like the beam was getting heavier.
It took her some time to realize how much brighter the sun had gotten, as if the clouds had parted. The real reason was they were out of the woods now, in an open field.
She looked up and said, “Oh no, oh no!”
Across the field, maybe a hundred yards away, was a low grassy hill, covered with people, all watching her and waiting. And on top of the hill in a small roped-off area was a tall post, the base of the cross upon which they were going to nail and crucify her. Behind that were two video walls, one to either side of the crucifixion site and even from this distance she could see herself displayed from two angles. She felt all the strength go out of her as she fell.
“No, no, please!” Ellie sobbed, “Not the cross, no, please, you can’t! No, no…”
“Ok, not worth it, just carry her the rest of the way,” Joe said.
“Yeah, I got her,” Mike said. Reaching down, he slid the crosspiece out from under her wrist chain, picked her up and threw her over his muscular shoulder with her legs toward the front. He patted her ass and said, “Not much farther now, babe,” consolingly. “You’ll be at your cross before you know it!”
James easily hefted the crosspiece. The cameramen hustled to get the best angles for the scene. The one in front with his camera looking back got great video of Ellie’s ass and pussy bent across Mike’s shoulder. They started walking across the field through the pathway the crowd had opened for them into the roped-off twenty-foot-wide lane leading up to the place of execution. The crowd cheered and clapped as they passed.
Ellie wailed and sobbed all the way. The second cameraman followed off to the side where he got good views of Ellie hanging over Mike’s broad back, her long red ponytail hanging upside-down, swinging side-to-side as he walked, and the wide-eyed horror in her face as they approached the place where she was going to die.
John the executioner was waiting for them in the roped-off execution area, hands on his hips and a big smile below his executioner’s mask. John and his crew worked for Crucifixion Masters, Inc., and like the Supplicium Services crew, they wore black fatigues, fingerless black leather workout gloves and leather bracers.
“John! Hey man, good to see you!” Joe said, “How’s that new baby? What’s that, number four? And your oldest in college? You know they’ve finally figured out what causes those!”
“Well, he’s sleeping all night now, which is damn sure a relief! Wife’s pussy is ready for action again, thank God. Cunt hair is coming in just enough to give me beard burn, though and that’s hazardous. Like hog bristles! Now I know why she complains so much when I don’t shave!”
“You mean you didn’t learn that with the first three?”
“Hell, I forgot! Memory’s about as long as my dick, I guess!”
Joe laughed. “Well, I got a couple of things for you here. There’s that piece of wood James picked up, and there’s this girl here who needs your attention.”
“Just throw that beam over in front of the post,” John said, “we’ll put it where we need it later, still setting up. You got here early! It’s thirty minutes until show time!”
John turned to look at Ellie, still draped over Mike’s shoulder.
“Well now, I recognize this one!” John gave Ellie’s ass an appraising look. “I’ve seen a lot more of this side of her than her face. Although her nice round ass is a lot redder than I remember!” He pretended to frown. “She’s still got that gold ring in her big ol’ clit!” He reached over and pinched her hood, rolling her clitoral shaft within it.
Ellie gasped and squirmed in response, emerald eyes going wide in shock. “Please don’t hurt me, sir! Oh please…”
“Gonna hurt you a lot, but it’s not your time yet, little lady!” He laughed and slapped her raw bottom with the other hand.
“Owww!” Ellie groaned miserably.
There were sounds of appreciation from the crowd, most of whom were watching Ellie on the huge video displays.
He turned back toward Joe, “You know she actually had a paperclip hanging on her clit when we first saw her at the prison, couldn’t get it off by herself.”
“Bullshit! A paperclip!”
“Yeah, no shit! Let’s get the handover done and I’ll tell you if you got time.”
“Nah, love to but we’re gonna go hit the pizza buffet. Whippin’ that girl’s ass is hungry work.”
“Ok, well, let’s see, can she stand up?”
“She could before she went down that last time over there by the woods,” Joe said.
“Well, stand her up and take the prison’s cuffs off her wrists and your slave collar. Hey Bill!” John shouted. Bill, one of the wranglers, came over. “Take her and cuff her to the post, will you?”
“Sure! Anything else left on the checklist? We’ve about got the lifting rig set up.”
“Just that sedile. It’s in the box in the back of my van. Wicked looking thing! Didn’t want that lying around for somebody to stumble over. The bolt to hold it is with it, too, and let’s see, the lube the horns have to be greased with twice a day according to the crucifixion work order.”
“Ok, I’ll get it as soon as I get her situated.”
Mike bent over and set Ellie on her feet, where she stood unsteadily. Bill took hold of her arms from behind while Mike got her wrist cuffs off, following the rule that out in the open, one of them always had hands on her in case she tried to break and run.
Mike glanced up and saw himself on one of the big monitors, turned and found the camera that was on him, grinned, said “Hi Mom!” and waved. He turned back and removed Ellie’s slave collar. He gave Bill a thumbs-up to take her, turned and walked away without saying anything to her. In his business it was best to never allow yourself to form a relationship of any kind with a subject.
James had the clipboard with the custody form. He handed it to John the executioner, who signed it, tore off the blue copy and handed it to Joe, and took ownership of Ellie. Now she was the property of Crucifixion Masters, Inc.
Bill guided Ellie a few steps backwards to a short wooden post, about four feet tall. It had a narrow crossbar like a short, abbreviated form of a “T” cross. He pulled her raw back up against it.
“OWW!” Ellie grimaced in pain and groaned as her welts rubbed against the wood.
Ignoring her reaction, Bill hooked her upper arms over the top of the crossbar behind her and shackled her wrists to the back of the post. Her pose was much like that of one of the two thieves in the famous Mantegna painting of Christ’s crucifixion. Her breasts were thrust forward and displayed nicely but her ponytail fell across one of them. Bill gathered it, put it over her shoulder and arranged it down her back so her smooth, full breasts with their perky deep pink nipples were presented to the view of the crowd.
Ellie was off to one side of and facing the “work area,” what the execution crew called the space in front of her cross where they would pin her down and nail her wrists to the crosspiece in a few minutes.
She sobbed in misery, shifting her feet to get her raw back and buttocks away from the post. She glanced up and saw the image of a terrified, naked woman on the big monitor to her left and realized it was her. The monitor displayed a countdown timer at the bottom of the screen that showed she had twenty-six minutes, thirty-eight seconds until her crucifixion was scheduled to begin.
“Oh my God! Oh no, no…” She moaned.
Good! I must have done a good job then, I intended for everybody to hate him. He's supposed to be the kind of dumbass reporter that everybody dislikes.I enjoyed the walk through the woods Jedakk! I must say that reporter is a rat. He too should get a little bit of what Ellie is going through if he really wants a scoop on what it feels like to be whipped and crucified
Rest easy! The title of tomorrow's chapter is "The Nailing" wherein a crucifixion takes place - finally. I know this has been quite a buildup to get to this point. Don't know if anyone is bored, but I'm sure they are impatient.Now look..... I'm getting concerned about the possibility of a last minute reprieve or the arrival of the sniper (brother?) and all sorts of things that might save Ellie.
That would be a shame, because Ellie deserves to get the whole treatment, if only for being so bloody stupid!