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If a picture is worth a thousand words . . . (well, twelve hundred or so)
The two friends had been taken hooded to the old warehouse, for that's what their prison - and place of execution - appeared to be now they were inside and the coverings removed. Over on one wall was a huge, wooden scaffold and as they were dragged closer to it became clear that it was in the shape of a cross. A pile of ropes lay on the floor close by and the dreadful purpose of the whole set-up became ever more obvious.
The bastards were going to hang the pair on the thing and let them suffer there, for as long as it took . . . to do whatever it did to a human being. A few chairs were arranged in front of it, so the group was going to sit and watch the event. Of course they were, over to one side cans of beer stood ready and a few boxes of foodstuffs; no picnic for the girls though.
If only their associates had been able to raise all the money for their ransom, this need not be happening. If only . . .
The only woman in the group, a peroxide blonde, took off her coat and came over to them, all standing but several feet from the frame. Taking ties from a bag she proceeded to scrape back each victim's hair into pony tail or bun, holding the new shapes in place with the bands.
"You're both going to be crucified" she told them, "but we've only one frame. Which of you wants to be first?" she asked, tone of voice indifferent, suggesting this was less important than choosing a drink of tea or coffee.
The two women were unable to answer, struck mute by the horror they both now faced.
"Alright then, I'll decide" she announced, looking at the dejected pair, pausing as if they might now tell her; as if.
"You'll be first" she said, pointing at the one with the fair hair and pony-tail.
"Take off all your clothes, everything, blouse, skirt, shoes, stockings, bra and panties; I want you naked, now!"
Trembling, the unfortunate first choice could do nothing but respond as ordered. Terrified, each piece of clothing came off, slowly, ever more slowly, for as a shy person standing naked in front of a group of men, a hostile group at that, was not what she wanted to do, not at all. When divested of all garments she stood before them, the more shamed because of her shaved mons, not even a pubic bush would hide her femininity. There really is nobody more naked than a woman with a shaved pudenda . . .
Whilst she'd been stripping, one of the men had dragged a low table in front of the device and placed a short ladder at back of it, with lengths of rope thrown over each arm and one at the base of the cross.
"Now stand on that stool and turn to face out, look at me, your back against the upright. Be quick about it, we don't have all day to waste on you; your friend has to take her turn on the cross as well. I'm sure she wants to feel its embrace too, just like you." The bitch laughed loudly.
Looking around, as if for help or re-assurance but finding neither, she approached the small stand and carefully ascended onto it, before turning slowly to face her audience. A wave of shame swept over her at the thought of all those men leering at her breasts and vulva. Summoning the last dregs of self-esteem, she took a deep breath and held herself erect, pushing her chest out a just a little, for breasts were small and belly flat. Easing back, butt touching the vertical post, she felt tears welling up.
"Arms out to the side, hold them level and keep them there" commanded the brusque female in charge, as one of the men climbed the ladder behind her and wrapped rope around her left wrist, then around the beam behind her arm with more loops round both beam and arm until she was held tightly against the wood. Almost before she realised, the same thing was being done on the other side and soon she was held back firmly against the big post.
"Lift your right foot" the stentorian voice ordered and meek compliance followed. Now all weight was on the left foot as the knee was bent and the right one bound flat against the vertical post.
"Now pick up your left foot and put it against the post" yelled the bitch impatiently.
She couldn't do it; all her weight was on that leg and it took two men to wrench it off the table and hold it against the upright, whilst a third wound the remainder of the rope around it, holding both feet firmly in place.
Trouble was, as soon as the foot left its support all body weight transferred immediately and suddenly onto her arms, at which point she screamed loudly, very loudly.
"Shut the fuck up, you silly cow" was the response from bitch lady, unconcerned at the changed situation.
It was several minutes before heart-rate returned to anything like normal and she was able to breathe and take in the new, dreadful situation.
She was up in the air, hanging naked on a crude frame.
She was crucified.
Attention now turned to the other one, whose bonds were released when brought up to the front.
"Get your clothes off now, everything, including stockings, bra and panties; I want you naked as well. Out in front, so that my friends can see a rank amateur playing the part of a striptease artiste. Go on, do it."
She too could offer no resistance, so dutifully complied and submitted herself to the indignity of stripping in front of crude, lascivious and foul-mouthed men, who laughed at and taunted her every time a piece of clothing was removed. An arm crossed over when the bra came off but fell away when she had to bend over and remove panties. As if to hide her shame at violated modesty and enforced nakedness, she performed two pirouettes in front of the group, wiggling her butt to a last display of insolence. It wasn't much, but it was an act of defiance.
"Fine" commented the bitch. "now you can go over and stand next to your friend. Hear her gasp, feel the sweat on her limbs. Yes, let's see you fondle her breasts and stick your fingers in her pussy, tweak her clit and give her a last orgasm or three. Go on, do it. We'll do it to you when you're up there, of that you can be sure . . . !"
She moved over to stand next to her friend, but refused to impose indignities on her; they were friends.
At last a few words were spoken, endearments, last words. Ones heard by the bunch of men were ~
“If someone's holding you right now, you'll be much more comfortable" said her friend.
"I will stay next to you until . . . I mean, for as long as it takes; I've nowhere else to go, have I? I'm next . . ."
Then, almost inaudibly ~
"Die easily my friend, die quickly."
[ see also ~ crucified; female struggles on a cross 01 ~ for some subsequent action pix ]
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