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04 10-3 c - d 36# "Do I lay on my back or my front?" she asked, voice unsure, not actually wanting to know. "Normally, one is crucified facing outwards, back to the frame, but it could be face-to; I've never done it that way yet, but there's always a first for everything" Jo replied. "Back-to your ass will scrape as you rise and fall; face-to your belly and tits will take the punishment. I'm not fussed either way in fact; you try both positions, self-evident I'm sure you'll agree; I'll do whichever. Bear in mind, you won't be laying on it, you'll be hanging off it, with a little clearance space." It was a practiced technique of Jo's to involve a cruxee in the cruxing process; it usually worked effectively. So far she'd not had to drag any vic to the scaffold and enforce restraint whilst binding her body to the device. The girl tried both ways of laying on the thing, struggling to envisage what Jo meant about clearance and hanging from it. How, where? When every which way had been tried, she stood up and dusted herself off. When she'd quite finished, Jo calmly informed her of the next stage. "You have to carry and drag the means of torture and execution to the chosen spot, nearby." Jo spoke in her best 'matter of fact' tone, staring at the girl's perplexed face. It barely registered. "Pick up the cross, then my team will lay it on your back, so you can feel its crushing weight and appreciate the power it will exert over your frail body. Then it goes over a shoulder and is taken thus to a place to which I will direct you. It's not that far, but in the circumstances you'll think it far enough. It's an act of humiliation with some hint of kindness to it; the exertion will tire you and to a small extent accelerate the dying process. Accept gracefully, if you will, but now - get on with it." Blondie pulled the thing off the ground and balanced it against herself, seated on the dry soil. It was dry, but at that point she pissed herself, with the inevitable result that some soil was left stuck to her wet pussy. She felt uncomfortable; the initial indignity of several she'd endure. The team indicated for her to kneel and hoisted the heavy frame onto her back, making movement a near impossibility. Her spine hurt and she was sweating profusely by this point.
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