Via Crucis of Camille 2 – Now Streaming

The continuing saga of Camille’s preparation for the cross is now in our streaming channel.

The Via Crucis 2 – The Thief follows the same path as the previous one, Camille suffers intense lashing to then be put on the cross, with some additional details to the sequence that were not included in the first video.

This second intense study of whipping and crucifixion as only Camille can portray it, took place a few days after the first one. Jac was thrilled with the results of that first experience. He commented at one point that he had finally video taped the full event of what we had tried in previous experimental videos before.

He had basically mastered a nailing sequence by this time, he decided to concentrate more in the process before and after the nailing in this new effort, including ‘the walk‘, which is hard to do in a small space, but he was willing to at least try the beginning and the end of that segment in the storyline.

On the members section in the old website, rfpix.com, we had a long post, illustrated with beautiful images from the video, describing the making of Via Crucis of Camille 2.

In that pages long post, Jac shared how he felt on the day they filmed the video:

I had prepared the room a few hours before, while Camille was out. I covered the distracting elements of my bedroom, the video cases, mostly, which were too distracting in our previous session. I got my trusted video camera, a VHS, which had the advantage of having a nice lens and a color view finder, rare in those times. I was ready to shoot.

Camille’s costume was going to be a rag around her hips, a loincloth I improvised with an old white t-shirt. Her top another old garment of mine that I fashioned into a raggedy tank top of some kind. I presented Camille with her garments and she quickly changed into them, she wasn’t surprised, she didn’t question, she didn’t have to.

She walked into the room, so sexy in those rags, that I instantly felt the happiness of the moment and the deep sorrow that came from the deep conviction that I was losing her.

What’s the story this time?” She asked with that sweet voice that didn’t betray her true feelings, feelings that I wanted to know about but couldn’t.

“A very sad story of a young runaway slave.“, I responded while leading her to the post where she was going to suffer the whip for the Nth time.

I set Camille up on the post, her hands tied above her head, her feet on the edge of a piece of wood I placed against the tall post. It was uncomfortable, I could tell, but she didn’t complain. She tried to find a good resting place in the two inches of space she had for both feet. She could only rest her toes on the hard, rough piece of wood.

“Which character am I now?“ Camille asked. “Am I Maricelli? or her fantasy?“. I didn’t really expect her to ask that. I wasn’t even thinking of that at this point in the session. I was thinking of her, looking at the body, wondering how she felt perched up there in such an uncomfortable position. I hesitated. “Both.”, I answered. “Who am I now?” she insisted. I was the culprit, I taught her that. I had explained to her many times the basis of my script and what I intended with these acting/role playing sessions. The protagonist of my script was a young woman who was fascinated by martyrs and imagined herself going through their torments. Easy enough. In the film I wanted to make, the actress playing that character would be both, the protagonist and the personna she was fantasizing about. “Who am I now?” She seemed annoyed for some reason. I didn’t want her to quit on me now, so I tried to placate her. “You are the fantasy character now“. “Thank you“, she said as she faced the post and prepared herself to receive the first lash