Sunday, June 9, 2013

Crux Inflation

"For the crime of spreading slander and impugning the integrity of a tax officer, the court sentences you to be hung by the cross and inflated until you are dead, after which your body will be displayed publicly for one week as a lesson for all." The grey haired female judge that had overseen the brief trial banged her gavel, and Jessica collapsed from where she stood behind the defendant's table.

Jessica was helped up from the floor where she fainted. The pretty, petite brunette was a TV investigative reporter that had dared investigate the government. Now she would pay the ultimate price. Public crucifixion and death from a new and horrible technique: inflation.

Some years before the government had rediscovered what the Romans knew; punishment was most effective when it was also used as a warning. Thus, punishment needed to be graphic, and very public. Over the years crucifixion had regained its place as a form of execution, and new and cruel variations on execution methods had been introduced. The more bizarre the method, the more excruciating and agonizing the death of the victim, the better. Inflation was a new method that had been tested in theory, but Jessica would be the first to undergo the procedure, and no one really knew what the result would be.

A group of six guards surrounded the young woman, who was already bound in transport shackles, wrists locked to her waist and ankles chained in a way that made her shuffle. It was humiliating, being bound in public, and Jessica hung her head, long brown hair hanging down to cover her beautiful face.  The waist chain hugged her lean body, the too-tight clothing showing the shape of her body clearly. Jessica had worked hard on that body, and now it was to be destroyed in a humiliatingly public manner.

She was taken to a small concrete cell off the main jail near the justice center. Two of the guards stood outside the door as it clanged shut on her and her attorney. "We gave it our best shot, Jess. I am sorry it came to this."

"When will you file the appeal?" Jessica said shakily.

"Appeal? I... Jess... there is no appeal for this crime. Not since last year when Congress passed the Swift Trial and Sentencing Act.Tonight you will be prepped for the execution, and tomorrow it will take place. The only paperwork I will file is the request for a good seat. I want to watch; it will be the first time for inflation. It should be quite interesting..." The attorney trailed off, seeing the horrified look on Jessica's face. He knocked on the door, and left as quickly as he could.

Jessica sat in the cell, waiting, crying softly. She was numb, unable to believe what was happening to her. After several hours she realized she had not been unshackled and was unable to relieve herself. She might be scheduled for execution but her body was still working and demanded its normal activities. She needed to urinate badly, and called out to the guard. "Uh... guard... can someone take these shackles off? I need to pee."

The guard smirked through the bars and said, "Someone will be by in a little while."

Jessica rocked on the hard metal slab that served as a bed. She considered just peeing in her orange jumpsuit as she waited, but didn't want to give the guards the pleasure of seeing her humiliated any further. Finally, a woman in a white lab coat showed up and the two guards let her in. She carried a large medical backpack.

"I am here to prepare you for your execution," the woman said in a very matter of fact tone. "This won't be pleasant, but it will be a lot less pleasant if you don't cooperate."

The woman took out a set of keys and unlocked the shackles. "Remove your jumpsuit, and underclothes."

"What? Can I pee first, I really need to--"

The woman didn't react, she simply repeated her order. "Remove your clothes, including your underwear. We will take care of your pee in a moment." 

Jessica unbuttoned and unzipped her jumpsuit, removing the prison slippers as she stepped out of the legs. Glancing at the male guards outside her cell, she hesitated but then saw the emotionless woman waiting for her. She unhooked her bra, and felt her perfect C cup breasts sag slightly as they were exposed. She slipped out of her panties, and stood completely naked in front of the woman and two guards. She unsuccessfully tried to cover herself with her hands. The guards leered at her naked, and luscious, body.

"This will be a lot easier if you lay down on the table," said the woman. Jessica lay down on her back, the cold metal surface making her skin contrac. The woman took her ankles and lifted. "Raise your legs; grab your ankles."

Jessica flushed in total humiliation. The resulting position would completely expose all her most private parts. What was this woman doing? She hesitated.

"Jessica, I am here to prepare you for execution. If you like, we can tie you up into the required position, but as I said, it will be easier if you cooperate. I won't ask again."

Jessica raised her legs, spreading them slightly, and grabbed her ankles. Four guards were now gathered outside the bars, watching her ordeal.  The woman produced a thin tube, massaged and spread Jessica's pussy lips apart, and then shoved the tube up her urethra. It hurt, and Jessica cried out briefly as the tube was shoved higher and higher until it finally entered her bladder. Hot urine suddenly flowed down the tube.  The woman fed the tube into a small drain in the center of the floor, and the urine flowed out of Jessica's body and down the drain.

Next, the woman produced a huge enema bag and started filling it with water. Jessica watched in horror; she had never experienced an enema and was afraid. While her bladder felt better as the urine continued evacuating her bladder, she was shaking with cold and fright.

When the enema bag was almost full, the woman took some slimy liquid and poured it in. She then shook and mixed the bag and hung it on a small hook above the metal table. A long plastic tube ran down from the bottom and the woman took this and unceremoniously shoved it up Jessica's ass. Once again, Jessica cried out in pain, and the guards laughed in delight. 

The retaining clip was undone and cold water suddenly filled Jessica's bowels. At first, it didn't hurt much. After the water began pressing deeper into her cramping spread over her abdomen and she moaned, holding her stomach. As the enema progressed, she moaned and rocked on the hard metal table, amazed at how much pain was coursing through her body. The water kept flowing. The pain moved, and grew, and then subsided, and then grew again. She felt nauseous.

"You know, guys," the woman spoke to the six guards now gathered outside the cell, "if two of you want to fill her other two holes, I might be persuaded. For the right amount."

The guards suddenly pulled out their wallets and began bidding. A few moments later, cash had changed hands and two of the guards entered the cell. One took up a position just above Jessica's head, and unzipped his pants. A huge cock sprung out, hard and ready.  The other guard knelt where Jessica's ass was completely exposed, as she was still holding her ankles to keep her legs back and ass exposed. Her mouth was the first filled; the huge cock forced its way through her lips, past her tongue, and into her throat. She gagged on the smelly organ, her body wriggling in humiliation and pain from the enema.

Jessica's pussy lips were spread and the second cock pressed deep inside her, pushing in and out fast, hard. The sudden movement jolted her water filled body and she almost screamed as the pain of another cramp hit her.  She had been in threesomes before, with the network boss and studio head; but this was completely different. This was painful, not fun. 

Instinctively doing her best to stimulate the man whose cock was embedded deep in her mouth, she sucked and rolled and flicked and played with it. He moaned and thrust, and finally pulled out to unload a huge gob of semen onto her face. Some got in her hair, eyes and the rest tricked down her cheeks. Moments later the other guard shot his load deep inside her pussy, shoving hard and deep.

When it was over, so was the enema. The water was completely drained from the bag, and Jessica felt like she was going to explode; the needed the toilet worse that she had ever needed it in her life.  "Please.... can I go..." she looked at the open, exposed toilet.

"Yes, please do. I will pull out the enema plug. Try to hold it the three feet to the toilet, please." The woman pulled and the enema nozzle popped out. Jessica almost didn't make it, getting to the toilet just on time before she began squirting water and feces out of her ass. This continued in spurts and cycles as her bowels emptied. The cramping began to subside and she noticed that there must be 20 guards outside her cell by now.

"Here, dear. You probably need to hydrate some after that experience." The woman handed Jessica a large glass of water. She eagerly took it and drank. "Drink it up now."

When most of the water was gone, she realized it tasted funny. Turning to the woman, she asked, "what was in that?"

"Ipecac." The woman said it simply, just another fact, as if Jessica were a machine she was working on. "We cleared your bladder and bowels, now it is time--"

Jessica felt a sudden, massive wave of nausea and whirled to vomit into the toilet. Her stomach muscles clenched, contracting and pressing to force the contents of her stomach out her mouth. The guards watched as her beautiful body shuddered and contracted, forcing more fluid out of every hole.

"-- for your stomach..." finished the woman.

The vomiting lasted long after all the contents of her stomach were expelled. Jessica vomited and puked, her breasts flattened against the toilet seat, urine flowing uncontrolled from the tubing still embedded in her bladder. She had never felt this sick before. She wanted to die, literally, wanting to end this misery. The pain wracked her body from all it had been through.  When the vomiting finally stopped, she lay on the floor, shaking uncontrollably, no longer aware or caring about her nudity.

The woman handcuffed Jessica, securing her wrists behind her back. "Just a precaution. Sleep well, your last sleep. See you tomorrow, bright and early!"

The door clanged shut and Jessica slowly drifted to sleep, exhausted from the tortures of the day.

"Time! It's time! Can't keep the public waiting!"  The sound of the guard's voice cut into Jessica's nightmare. She woke with one side cold and aching from laying on the concrete floor, the smell of vomit, urine and feces in the air. Slowly rolling over onto her back, she opened her eyes and saw the guard standing in the cell door, staring between her open legs. She quickly closed them, and began to painfully sit up.

The guard laughed. "Any last shred of dignity you have won't be worth a damn in an hour. You are nothing but a piece of meat."

Three male guards entered her cell, two grabbing her arms and spinning her around to face the wall. The third took a leather strap and cinched her elbows back behind her back until they touched; Jessica whimpered slightly at the pain in her shoulders as they were stretched. With her arms bound tightly behind her back, Jessica became acutely aware of how her breasts were forced out and displayed as she was turned around and guided toward the door of her cell.

In the prison corridor, they were met by the woman that had prepared Jessica the day before. She was wearing a black, tight fitting cotton cover-all that emphasized her shapely body, though the black color hid many of the lines and details.

"Please... may I have water? I am so dehydrated from the vomiting yesterday." Jessica asked the woman in a pleading voice.

The woman in black shook her head in disbelief. "Of course you are dehydrated. You are supposed to be. Don't you get it yet? You are being executed. Killed. You are going to die of dehydration, if you don't die from sepsis first. This is just the first kiss of pain that you will be experiencing as you die in public, for all to see."

Jessica looked at the woman numbly and said nothing. The reality of what was happening to her was overwhelming. She was actually going to die, soon, and suffer horribly before hand.

Moments later the guards jerked her and half led, half dragged her down the corridor. Opening a metal door at the end, Jessica was led into a room slightly larger than her cell but still made of concrete and lit with a single bulb hanging from the ceiling. It was cold, and she shivered in her nakedness. All the guards and the executioner woman sat, waiting. Jessica was left to stand.

"This is going to be interesting," the oldest of the guards said to the executioner woman. "Have you ever done an inflation before?"

"No one has, at least, not as an execution. I've done several crucifixions, but this is the first inflation. I am looking forward to it. This one is a good specimen, too, she is strong, young, and good looking. She will put on a good show."

"Yeah. I wanted to thank you for letting us fuck her last night. That was real nice," one of the younger guards grumbled from a corner, as they waited.

"Hey! I am right here, I can hear everything you are saying!" Jessica snapped. "Don't talk like I am some animal being slaughtered."

The woman looked at her with a half smile. "But that is exactly what you are. And if you don't shut up, I will cut out your tongue and stuff your mouth with cotton and then sew your lips together. We still have a few minutes until the scheduled start, and I don't feel like listening to you. Got it?"

"I am not an animal!" The words burst from Jessica's mouth suddenly and vehemently. A look of horror came over her face as the executioner rose and Jessica realized what was going to happen. "No, please, I will be quiet. Please, no, this isn't necessary. Look, I will shut up..."

The executioner left the room and returned with several items. She motioned to the guards who held Jessica tightly, forcing her head back as far as it would go. The executioner then took a thin blade, pried it between Jessica's teeth, then turned the blade, forcing her mouth open.

"Ahhhahahahyayayahhhahayayayaya!!!!!" cried Jessica, her tongue waving about in her mouth.

The executioner took a pair of heavy tongs, reached in to the prisoner's mouth and grabbed the tongue, squeezing down hard until the ratcheted tongs held the tongue securely. The weight of the tongs pulled Jessica's tongue forward and out of her mouth. Jessica struggled, trying to shake her head to avoid the sharp knife that reached into her open mouth, but the guards held her secure. With one clean slice, Jessica's tongue was sliced off and flopped onto the floor.

Jessica screamed and blood burbled out of the corners of her mouth. The executioner took a handful of cotton balls and shoved them into the poor condemned's mouth, packing the bleeding and filling the mouth. The cotton balls absorbed and stopped the bleeding. Without a tongue, there was nothing Jessica could do to push the cotton out of her mouth.

With a large curved needle and heavy thread the female executioner pierced Jessica's top lip, causing another short and muffled scream. The needle slid down and through the lower lip and the thread was pulled through to a knotted end. Pulling the soft flesh of the lips together, the needle pierced the upper lip again, then down through the lower one, and so on.

"There, isn't that better?" The executioner looked at her handiwork. Jessica stood naked in the middle of the room, tears flowing down her cheeks, her lips tightly but discreetly sewn together. The cotton wadding made her cheeks bulge a bit, but she still retained all of her former beauty.

"Let's prep her for the stomach inflation," said the woman, getting a long flexible plastic tube. Jessica was forced to her knees where she moaned and watched the executioner smear a lubricant on the end of the tube. Her mouth throbbed with pain, though what little bleeding occurred from the stump of her tongue was absorbed and she no longer swallowed blood. Her head was forced back again and the tube shoved up her nose.

"Swallow. It will be less painful." The woman executioner said coldly.

When the tube had made its way through Jessica's nose and into her throat, she swallowed, over and over again, trying to help the tube down. Finally it reached her stomach and the woman stopped shoving. Jessica was released and she fell over, laying on her side, moaning and grunting.

"We are due to start now, or I would let you guys take her again, one more time," said the woman. The door on the opposite site of the room opened and a man with a headset poked his head in. "Its time. You ready?"

"Yep. Let's do it," the executioner fixed her hair and make sure her clothes were straight and then motioned for the guards to bring Jessica behind her as she exited the room.

Jessica was dragged, her head hanging down limply, into an open air arena. There were seats on three sides filled with people, and in the center stood a slightly elevated stage. The sun shown into the center of the arena, and there were TV cameras positioned in many locations.  They followed the crew of executioners led by the woman in black as they dragged Jessica to the stage where they dumped her.

There was a cross on the stage, right next to where Jessica lay. She saw it, and struggled to stand. Her her arms pinioned behind her back, it was difficult but she managed to get to her knees. Cameras zoomed in to view her body as she moved, panning along her naked legs, reddened arms where she was bound, across where her ribs were exposed on the sides of her body, pausing briefly on her swaying, dangling breasts, and finally coming to rest on her cum encrusted face. Tears had created small rivulets that marked and emphasized the dried semen left from her use during the last few hours.

The executioners unbuckled the elbow straps and unlocked the handcuffs the girl had worn since the night before. She instinctively moved her hands in front of her to rub the sore skin of her wrists, but the guards grabbed them and spread them out, dragging her backward and then forcing her down on her back on top of the cross.

Jessica struggled, all the pain and exhaustion leaving her in a rush of adrenalin and fear. The audience cheered her on though she did not hear them. She kicked, and yanked her arms, trying to get free, but was held in place. The woman in black moved to her right arm, where her wrist was being held down to the crossbeam. She had something, a machine or gun in her hands... Jessica tried to scream but her mouth wouldn't open as the executioner held the machine to her wrist...

The audience watched as the sensual, lithe executioner held the nail gun to the condemned's wrists. There was a sudden POP and the girl on the cross jerked, her back arching up, exposing her sex organs for all to see, and then dropping back down. Muffled screams could be heard.

As the executioners stepped back from the right arm it remained in place. The nail had been placed well and the victim's arm was secured to the cross. There was no blood. They moved to the left side, repeating the process. This time the victim started writhing before the nail gun popped, anticipating the excruciating pain. Cameras zoomed in to show the detail of her struggles. The second pop of the nail gun caused a shudder and jerk, and as the executioners stepped back, the victim lay writhing on her back, unable to move her arms. Her screams were audible, though muffled.

The next step of the crucifixion was special; for this was the first crucifixion that included inflation. Extending from the cross between the girl's legs was a flexible rubber protrusion that looked like an elongated, thin dildo. Two of the executioners grabbed Jessica's hips and raised them up. A third grabbed the probe and maneuvered it until it rested at the opening to her anus. The two guards holding Jessica's hips then released her and she slid, roughly, down onto the probe.

Jessica was in worse agony than she had ever imagined. Her arms felt like they were on fire, the pain rippling and burning. She tried to struggle, to pull her arms free but even small movements sent shock waves of pain through her that almost made her lose consciousness. She could feel the nails scraping broken bones, and any movement made it worse. Gasping, panting for air, she was almost unaware when her hips were raised and the probe inserted, but when her hips were released she fell down onto the stiff rubber dong and it plunged into her rectum, forcing its way deep inside of her bowels, hurting and scraping the walls of her large intestine as it went.

With Jessica properly impaled on the rubber dong, the executioners went to work on her feet. Grabbing her right leg they bent it at the knee, drawing her bare foot up the side of the cross with the sole facing the side. This forced her knee and leg wide to the side. When positioned properly, the woman in black took the nail gun and POP another nail slammed home through the fine bones of Jessica's foot. Her body jerked reflexively from the damage, though the added pain was a small increment to that she was already experiencing.  Her last foot was positioned on the other side of the cross, and nailed quickly in place.

When the executioners were finished Jessica lay on the cross, staring up at the blue morning sky above her. Her arms were spread out wide, legs forced into a widely exposed position. The places where the nails secured her to the cross throbbed with pain, and her mouth felt like it was full of vomit and acid that was eating her flesh. She didn't move.

The audience was frantic with excitement. Most audiences were fascinated by the modern crucifixions, and this one was better than most, being as the victim was an attractive young woman. But the best was yet to come; the crowd was eagerly awaiting the moment when Jessica would be raised up into the hanging position, and the remarkable inflation process would begin.

Jessica felt her body slowly being lifted, and as her head rose higher she was able to look out over the arena. It was packed with people all eagerly viewing her suffering and humiliation. She closed her eyes, squeezing them shut for a moment, and then opened them again. She was nearly vertical now, and her weight was shifting down, placing more and more drag on her shattered wrists. The pain shot through her arms and into her back and chest and she writhed in place instinctively, though any movement just made the pain worse. Screaming was impossible with her mouth sewn shut and stuffed full as it was, but she did her best.

As she reached the vertical position Jessica felt her body continuing its motion while the cross behind her stopped. She fell forward, thrusting out with her momentum, stopped only when her arms jerked her back. Her entire torso was thrust forward obscenely, and sagged back and down. At first, her body motion had pulled her hips forward, sliding up and out from the rubber dildo device that was deep inside her anus. Long before she reached its end, her body snapped back, and the device once again savagely penetrated deep into her bowels.

Jessica hung on the cross exposed for all to see, arms wide, legs wide, slight trickles of blood coming from the nail wounds in her wrists and feet, cum crusted and dried on her face, breasts heaving as she breathed heavily, trying but unable to scream.  The cameras panned her body, showing every muscle contraction and wobbling breast, the contortion of her face and the claw like shape of her hands.  Her agony was documented for the country to see.

Pain from the nails was soon joined by pain from her muscles, cramping from strain. First it was her shoulders, and then her back. Trying to move excited the crowd watching her writhing attempts to relieve the contractions of the muscles, but did little to remove the pain. She thrust her hips forward, sliding out on the rubber dildo, and then sank back. She sat on the device, though it gave only a bare minimum of support. The pain rippled and ached through her back and down to her hips.

Attempting to move from side to side was difficult; the dildo held her hips in place, but she moved her torso in small, agonized jerks, trying to relieve the searing pain. Nothing helped. She finally sagged down, impaled in place and looked out over the crowd that was deriving such pleasure from watching her suffering. Behind the cameras was a whole nation, she knew, taking bets on how long she would last, viewing the details of her vaginal lips exposed on TV, watching for the first signs of her next attempt to move.

Then something happened.

There was a hissing noise and she felt something deep inside her body. A gradual feeling of nausea came over her replaced by a feeling of bloating. Her head hung down from exhaustion and she suddenly realized that her abdomen was increasing in size.

Air was being slowly but steadily pumped into her bowls through the device in her anus.

Jessica thrust her head back, looking at they sky, the only move of protest she could make. She shut her eyes and then looked down again. The hissing continued, and her stomach continued to grow. It didn't hurt terribly, not compared to the agony the rest of her body was experiencing, but fear gripped her as she felt her body slowly expanding like a balloon.

The hissing stopped.

Suddenly, Jessica let out a huge, loud, long, flapping, disgusting fart that seemed to go on for several minutes. The audience went crazy. Jessica could tell only some of the air had escaped, she still felt bloated. She contracted her stomach, trying to expel more air, but hardly any came out.

The woman in black, the executioner, appeared again, in front of her. She had a soft black piece of rubber in her hand. She knelt before Jessica, and as cameras zoomed in to catch the action, the execution slowly worked the pliant rubber into Jessica's exposed vagina. It went in easily, having been lubricated, though it was large. As the last bit went into the vagina, Jessica's pussy lips closed around a thin black rubber hose that exited and extended behind the cross.

Hissing again. Jessica felt her stomach distending again, but this time it was right in the cradle of her hips; the rubber in her vagina was expanding into a large bladder. It grew and grew inside of her, making her lower abdomen expand outward. Her flesh was stretching inside, slowly adapting to the expanding bladder as if she were pregnant.

When the crucified woman looked about six months pregnant, the bladder stopped expanding. Her pussy lips were spread, exposing the lower part of the rounded bladder, but it was too large for her to expel.

The sun was straight up in the sky; it was about mid-day. The heat pounded down on the stage, sweat pouring from the condemned woman's flesh and tricking down her once shapely body.  She was so thirsty. She wanted to die, but first she wanted just a sip of water. Her body throbbed, the entire body, from her toes, to her fingers, to her head.

The anal hissing began again, and Jessica felt her intestines filling with air once again. This time, it hurt. The inflation of her bowels, combined with the inflation of her womb, was just too much. The flesh inside her body was stretching, her stomach bloating outward. Cramps in the organs inside her body joined the cramps of her muscles. Jessica's breathing came in short, panicked gasps now, snorting through her nose.

The hissing didn't stop; it kept going. There was an occasional loud fart from her anus, but most of the air was moving higher into her small intestines. She could feel it pressing and compressing her organs. Had she not vomited the contents of her stomach up 12 hours earlier, she would have been choking on it now.

Jessica cried, but there were no more tears. She had lost too much body fluid and was dying of dehydration.

The audience watched as the beautiful young woman's beautiful body slowly grew like a balloon, expanding outward until she looked like she was nine months pregnant with twins. It was an awesome sight, with every aspect of her torture observable as she hung from the cross for all to see.

The executioner produced needles. Two were inserted into each of Jessica's breasts; she hardly noticed.  Fluid began pumping into the perfect soft globes of flesh. It was hardly discernible, but the breasts slowly expanded as the fluid penetrated the soft fat tissue of the breasts, making them larger and heavier. Jessica knew what was happening, but didn't care. It didn't hurt, in fact, her breasts were probably the only part of her body that didn't hurt at that point.

The added weight of the breasts pulled the victim's body forward, pulling on her spread arms. The breasts didn't hurt from the expansion, but it increased the agony of her nailed arms and shoulders.

Jessica prayed for death; she tried to make noise to beg through her mouth, but all that came out was a raspy grunt.

The crowd watched in amazement as the distended, swollen body of this once beautiful young woman hung from the cross. Her writhing movements were diminished, she could no longer move about the cross because of how her body was bloated.  It was clear she was conscious and suffering greatly, she even made noise from time to time, but it was mostly just helpless endurance.

The slow hissing of air into Jessica's bowels continued, pushing air up her small intestines very slowly, but surely.  Around 4:00 in the afternoon, as the sun was approaching the edge of the stadium, the air made its way into Jessica's stomach, rising up through the top of her intestines. She belched.

The belch came out mostly through the poor girl's nose, with just some air making its way past the now compressed cotton wadding in her mouth and between the cracks of her sewn lips. It made her gasp for air afterward, heaving her abnormally swollen and heavy breasts which now dangled down over her obscenely distended stomach.

Inside her torso, many of Jessica's organs were failing. Her liver was damaged, no longer filtering blood properly, and her heart was struggling to beat. Some in the audience wondered if she would burst, but those who knew assured others that human flesh was incredibly tough and was extremely unlikely to ever rupture.

Jessica hung half conscious from the cross, unaware of the audience or even where she was. Her mind was filled with the agony of the violation of her entire body. She no longer thought rationally.

As the sun descended behind the stands of the stadium, the last phase began under bright lights. An additional hissing announced the flow of air entering the small tube that had been inserted into Jessica's nose many hours before. It pumped air into her stomach.

Flesh distended beyond recognition, Jessica hung from the cross, a rounded lump of flesh with arms and legs splaying out in various directions. The air inflating the girl's stomach added to the air slowly bubbling up from the intestines, and expanded the insides of her body the only way left -- up.

Pressing against her heart and lungs, Jessica's grotesquely inflated abdomen pressed her chest up, crushing her heart and preventing her from expanding her lungs. Jessica instinctively lifted herself on the cross, trying to draw breath, and then lost consciousness. She slid back down, and hung motionless. Her body shut down, and she died.

During the week that Jessica's body remained deflated on the cross for all to see, there was much debate about the nature of the crucifixion. Some said that it was a new pinnacle in public torture and humiliation. Others criticized it, saying that the victim had died significantly faster than more traditional crucifixions. The general consensus declared that it was a spectacle of great interest and value in deterring others from questioning or investigating governmental activities. Most certainly, after Jessica's very public torture and death, no one dared question government actions for years to come.