The day before we went shopping to the open air market, looking for the tools we would use, one was a pulley that would make my task easier, we also got hooks to which I was going to tie the ropes as I went along.

We also bought some chains for decor and to secure her cross in place. It was a very simple but well planned contraption and it was working, Camille was now on the position from which to fly up with my pull.

I took a deep breath, held the rope with both hands and I was ready to pull.

She threw her head back again as I pulled again to quickly bring her to her feet, she screamed out as her body was raised, her weight pulling her down, her wrists holding her up.

I didn't see what her body was doing, I was focussed on the ropes and the hooks, managing to loop the rope as I went along, making sure that her body won't defeat my efforts to keep her going up.

She twisted in mid air, one arm going higher than the other, arching her body to the side, her head still hanging back a grimace of pain covering her face.

I wished then I had more than one camera recording the event. We were going to repeat the action from a different angle, of course, but at this moment it would've been nice to have a camera over her face, another under her ass, another trained on her feet. Etc.

The commander halted the raising and ordered a new flogging.

A soldier approached the hanging woman with the lead tipped whip and lashed her without mercy.

Leticia was lashed across her chest again as she hanged from her nailed hands, her body bouncing off the post with every lash. When the flogging ended Leticia had finally fainted.

As with the slave, she was woken with the hot iron applied to her breasts. Then it was ordered that she be raised higher.

I pulled Camille as high as I could and she rose up the post her feet felt around for the resting wood below. She found it and had to struggled to get a foodhold.

The wooden support was wide enough to hold her heel and nothing more, the edge was sharp enough to sink into the soles of her feet.

While she struggled to find some footing for her desperate need of relief, I fought with the long ropes to fasten the crossbar to the post.

It took me a while of manipulating the ropes and the plank, moving it up and down and side ways, pulling Camille's arms with every move, making her loose her step as well.

We were both deeply involved in our tasks, mine of securing her and hers of finding support to her legs.

All the while the camera recording the event.

She hung like that for the time it took the soldiers to secure her up. When she was ready the commander nodded again and the soldier took the hammer and a nail.

The slave woman saw her mistress struggling up her cross. The way she was being treated she certainly was not going to last long. She was hoping that her mistress was too weak to survive the day. The best for the two of them was that she finally succumb to her torment.

She saw the soldier placing her mistress ankle to the side of the post, slightly bending her legs. He then placed the nail to the side of the ankle, just above the heel and struck once with great force.

Leticia let out an agonizing scream as she pushed her leg against the nail to raise her body up.