The Via Crucis of Camille - Crux 2

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I released the rope from the post and held it tight so Camille wouldn't fall down from her pedestal. I held for a little bit and let it go slowly, Camille leaned forward, away from the post and towards the camera, a good choice for her. She kept her feet planted on the edge of the wood as I began to lower her slowly, her body making a turn to the side, her head leaning back.

I was glad this part of the session was over, I had plans for the next part and I was anxious to get into that. I wasn't going to wait too long before beginning the next step of this sexy ritual.

Rituals are not necessarily religious. I think of them simply human. We use the excuse of gods and spirtual worlds to engage in ritualistic behaviour. Even anarquists have rituals. We need them, they give us some kind of comfort by making us belief there is an order to what we do. It makes our actions seem important.

Lyvia spent the night hanging, going back and forth between reality and a world free of pain beyond her mind. Every return to the world was painful. It began with the pain under her shoulders, which carried to weight of her body. Then the pulsating pain on her broken hands. The pain in her chest as she tried to breath.

As the sun rised and the soldiers began to move, she was fully consciouss, thirsty, feeling every inch of her body in pain. She could not talk, she could not utter a word beyond her lips but she wanted water.

Some people were still around, keeping a silent, sad vigil. Amongst them the young girl she tried to help and the old man. The girl read her mind, perhaps her lips, she knew Lyvia was thirsty. "Water" she told the old man. "She wants water".

The Old man went to a soldier. "Please, give her some water". The soldier looked at Lyvia, her hanging body trembling in pain. "We'll be taking her down now, I'll make her have a drink then.

The soldiers went to the post and released the ropes that kept Lyvia hanging, lowering her body slowly to the ground.

Lyvia felt the ground under her feet first, then her legs and soon her entire body was laying on the muddy dirt road.

The young girl, almost instinctively, run to her, she had a flask belonging to the old man. She harried to the tortured woman and using her hand as a cup, began to give water to the young slave. A soldier tried to stop her but his superior, moved by the girl's action, stopped him.

Lyvia opened her eyes and saw the young girl giving her water. She smiled and opened her mouth to let the liquid fall inside.

Camille kept her feet on the wood until her knees were almost touching the floor belown, only then she let them go. She reached the floor with a thud of her knees hitting the wood. Her body then pulled back towards the large glass mirror leaning on the wall behind the post. When where semi nude touched the floor, the part of the session was over.

In Maricelli's mind, in her fantasy, the intense flogging of her favorite saint was going to be followed by her crucifixion, but before she was nailed up, she was going to be paraded through town.

That was the part I was about to go into.

The Via Crucis of Camille - Crux 2 - Part 3

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