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A Stroll Along the Appian Way (featuring Messaline)

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A Stroll Along the Appian Way (featuring Messaline)

"Phew, sure is a hot day," commented Levicus.

"I agree," responded Servicus, "it's been quite a long day, how many did we nail up?"

"Well the count for today is about one hundred, so with the two hundred, we nailed up so far, well over Three hundred."

"We still didn't find that bastard Spartacus though, although I do believe, somewhere along here, they nailed up his girl Messaline."

"They say she is very beautiful," added Levicus, "although I don't know how she would have faired hanging from a cross, do you?"

"Come on, lets get going, we still have a way to go before we reach camp and a well earned drink."

The two soldiers walked along passing cross after cross after cross, each holding the naked body of a Spartacus follower. The order had been to nail them all up on both sides of the road about twenty paces apart. Most were still alive and groaning in misery on the cruel spikes, their bodies turning red from the relentless sun beating down on them. Both men picked up the pace, only slowing down to view female bodies that were stretched out in all their glory. They were getting close to camp and the end of the days newly crucified. In the distance they could here the frantic high pitched screams of a woman.

"Sounds like another woman being nailed down, let's hurry and we may see most of it, who knows she may be pretty and have a nice body." Levicus smiled at the comment and both men jogged to the end of the row of crosses.
When they got there they could see that the woman had already been stripped and was being held down by the rough hands of the soldiers. Her legs were kicking high in the air and they could just make out her large breasts bouncing from side to side.
They edged nearer and noticed that this was a crux simplex, with no crossbeam, and the writhing woman being stretched and held down was none other than Messaline!

To be continued....................................
 
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They edged nearer and noticed that this was a crux simplex, with no crossbeam, and the writhing woman being stretched and held down was none other than Messaline!
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Messa will insist on a patibulum - for her it is 'de rigeur'! :D

(And flowers in her hair - don't forget those! :))
 
Messaline is Crucified

The two soldiers looked down at the struggling woman, she was quite a handful for the crucifier's.

"Let go of me you brutes," she yelled, as her loin cloth was ripped from her tender loins.

"Wait!" yelled a soldier on horseback, "where is the crossbeam?" he enquired.

"Ran out of wood," one replied.

"Not good enough," he responded, "they must all hang on proper crosses. You two," and he pointed to two young men sitting on a log, "go and cut down that branch and be quick with it."

The two men scurried off with an axe and began hacking at the thick branch. Meanwhile the soldier on the horse had dismounted and was approaching the writhing woman.

"Well, well, if it isn't Messaline, not so fierce now are you? Where is Spartacus?"

Messaline looked up and spat in his face which got a sharp boot in her ribcage.

"You will never find him," she sneered.

"Oh we will find him," was the reply, "and when we do I will nail him up in front of you so that you can feast your eyes on each others torment," he laughed.

He turned to one of the men holding her down, "make her look pretty, there are some nice looking flowers in that thorn bush," he paused, "make her a crown to wear!"

The soldiers had cut down the thick branch and had trimmed it into shape. They returned and began tying it, to the upright, with stout rope. the crown of thorns, interlaced with pretty blue flowers, was completed and brought over to the helpless naked woman. Quickly it was positioned on her scalp and pushed heavily down into her skin. Messaline yelped with the sharp pricking in her forehead but this would be nothing compared to the spikes she would soon feel in her limbs. Her name had been scribbled on a board and was nailed to the top of the makeshift cross.


"Right, nail the bitch down!" came the order and the soldiers took a firmer grip on her arms and legs. Her slim body was dragged along the rough wood and her arms positioned along the newly attached beam. More rope was used to tie the arms in place and her hands were palm up. Two vicious spikes were produced and placed in the heel of the hand. Quickly the hammers fell, on the large nail heads, and the points split flesh and bone as thr soldiers pounded relentlesly.

Messaline hollered long and loud, her free legs thrashing and her heels digging into the ground.

"Eeaaaaaygh! my God, my God, help meeeeee!" she screamed.

With her arms now pinnioned to the wood they then turned their attention to her delicate feet. Her chest was heaving and her soft round breasts rose and fell as her feet were positioned. They forced her right foot flat and bent slightly inward, on the upright, and then placed her left foot across the instep. They held her toes firmly and a much longer spike was placed on the roof of the foot.

"Nooooooo!" Messaline screamed as several well hit strokes, from the hammer, fell, and the spike parted the tiny bones in her pretty feet and started into the wood. It took six hard blows to fix her feet but it would hold fast when her body was raised and the cross planted.

Messaline fainted in her pain and was not concious as the cross was raised. Four soldiers slowly lifted the ends of the cross whlist one soldier kept his foot on the base and guided it into the prepared hole. The fit was tight and would only require a couple of wedges to support it and its living burden. The ground was packed down around the base and they stood back to admire their latest victim. Soon Messaline regained her senses and screamed as the agony of the spikes in her hands and feet became a reality.

To be continued..........................
 
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william23 said:
Messaline is Crucified

The two soldiers looked down at the struggling woman, she was quite a handful for the crucifier's.

"Let go of me you brutes," she yelled, as her loin cloth was ripped from her tender loins.

"Wait!" yelled a soldier on horseback, "where is the crossbeam?" he enquired.

"Ran out of wood," one replied.

"Not good enough," he responded, "they must all hang on proper crosses. You two," and he pointed to two young men sitting on a log, "go and cut down that branch and be quick with it."

The two men scurried off with an axe and began hacking at the thick branch. Meanwhile the soldier on the horse had dismounted and was approaching the writhing woman.

"Well, well, if it isn't Messaline, not so fierce now are you? Where is Spartacus?"

Messaline looked up and spat in his face which got a sharp boot in her ribcage.

"You will never find him," she sneered.

"Oh we will find him," was the reply, "and when we do I will nail him up in front of you so that you can feast your eyes on each others torment," he laughed.

He turned to one of the men holding her down, "make her look pretty, there are some nice looking flowers in that thorn bush," he paused, "make her a crown to wear!"

The soldiers had cut down the thick branch and had trimmed it into shape. They returned and began tying it, to the upright, with stout rope. the crown of thorns, interlaced with pretty blue flowers, was completed and brought over to the helpless naked woman. Quickly it was positioned on her scalp and pushed heavily down into her skin. Messaline yelped with the sharp pricking in her forehead but this would be nothing compared to the spikes she would soon feel in her limbs. Her name had been scribbled on a board and was nailed to the top of the makeshift cross.

"Right, nail the bitch down!" came the order and the soldiers took a firmer grip on her arms and legs. Her slim body was dragged along the rough wood and her arms positioned along the newly attached beam. More rope was used to tie the arms in place and her hands were palm up. Two vicious spikes were produced and placed in the heel of the hand. Quickly the hammers fell, on the large nail heads, and the points split flesh and bone as thr soldiers pounded relentlesly.

Messaline hollered long and loud, her free legs thrashing and her heels digging into the ground.

"Eeaaaaaygh! my God, my God, help meeeeee!" she screamed.

With her arms now pinnioned to the wood they then turned their attention to her delicate feet. Her chest was heaving and her soft round breasts rose and fell as her feet were positioned. They forced her right foot flat and bent slightly inward, on the upright, and then placed her left foot across the instep. They held her toes firmly and a much longer spike was placed on the roof of the foot.

"Nooooooo!" Messaline screamed as several well hit strokes, from the hammer, fell, and the spike parted the tiny bones in her pretty feet and started into the wood. It took six hard blows to fix her feet but it would hold fast when her body was raised and the cross planted.

Messaline fainted in her pain and was not concious as the cross was raised. Four soldiers slowly lifted the ends of the cross whlist one soldier kept his foot on the base and guided it into the prepared hole. The fit was tight and would only require a couple of wedges to support it and its living burden. The ground was packed down around the base and they stood back to admire their latest victim. Soon Messaline regained her senses and screamed as the agony of the spikes in her hands and feet became a reality.

To be continued..........................
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Nice written story, like all your storys. Well done!
 
The Long Night of Anguish

Messaline had hung on her cross for an hour, the pull on the nails, in her wrists, intensifying. She could feel the sticky blood oozing out from in between her nailed feet, held by the one spike with the large head. She could feel a warm trickle of piss running down the inside of her legs and stinging as it touched her feet. She looked beautiful, her body shinning in the light from the nearby camp fire. She was not close enough to feel its warmth and the cool breeze caused her nipples to become erect.
She was aware that eyes were looking at her and she painfully turned her head only to see one of the male captives leering at her naked body. He was a man of about twenty years, a hairless chest but well muscled and sporting a large erect penis. His body was covered in large welts from the whipping he received on his journey to the cross.

"Shame we are up here," he called, "else I could stick this cock right in your well worn cunt." He choked as he moved on the grating spikes pinning his heels to the wood.

"Fuck you!" cursed Messaline, "if it wasn't for your cowardice, with the others, we would not be suffering on these crosses, so fuck you."

The soldiers, in attendance, laughed at this conversation and listened intently to see if there was to be a response.
The man shook his cross violently both in rage and pain, his penis jerked and a shower of golden piss flowed.

"You worthless piece of shit," he screamed, "soldiers, soldiers!" he yelled, "I can't fuck her, do the job for me!" His eyes were full of hate both by what she had said and his own inevitable predicament.
One of the soldiers picked up his lance and approached the cross of Messaline. he slapped her legs and pushed her knees slightly apart or as far as the nail in her feet permitted. Messaline let out a low moan and then a grunt as she felt the rounded end of the lance touch the entrance to her cunt. The soldier slowly twisted and pushed the lance passed the entrance and into the depths of her love hole. Messaline tried to rise on the spike, fixing her feet, but the lance followed her on her upward plight. The soldier held tight on the lance and took the weight of her body fully,thus preventing her dropping back down.

"Please, please stop this, pleeeese!" she wailed, but the intrusion continued for a while longer until he was bored.

The man on the cross was laughing his head off, "yeah that's good, fuck her, fuck her harder!"

"That's enough!" yelled another soldier, and he hit the mans bobbing penis with the flat of his sword.

"Aaaaaargh!" the man shrieked, and then he sunk down and almost sat on his spiked heels.

The soldier turned to Messaline, "well, where is Spartacus? if you won't tell I will place some irons in the fire for later and then touch them on your fair skin."
Messaline's eyes grew wide with fear, "I don't know where he is," she cried, "please believe me."

"We will see about that," replied the soldier as he place the irons in the camp fire.

To be continued...........................
 
william23 said:
"Shame we are up here," he called, "else I could stick this cock right in your well worn cunt." He choked as he moved on the grating spikes pinning his heels to the wood.

"Fuck you!" cursed Messaline, "if it wasn't for your cowardice, with the others, we would not be suffering on these crosses, so fuck you."
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messa pensive 12.jpg No doubt, I already was lesbian at this epoch, in fact !

william23 said:
"Please, please stop this, pleeeese!" she wailed, but the intrusion continued for a while longer until he was bored.
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messa pensive 8.jpgOh ! I said please stop, but ....... was I credible ?!

william23 said:
"We will see about that," replied the soldier as he place the irons in the camp fire.
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xM_12 (2).jpg Could you really torture a so nice girl with your red irons ? Could you destroy her beautiful body ? I cant believe that but ..... I'm sure that you'll do !!! :eek::eek::eek:
 
Tortured!

Messaline did not see the soldier approach from behind, he had a smouldering red hot iron bar which he held in his gloved hand. Soon Messaline felt the warmth on her leg and then the extreme pain as the rod touched her sliky white flesh. There was a little puff of smoke, a sizzling sound and then the deep scream from her throat.

"Aaaaaaargh, aaaaaaargh!" she bellowed, but the rod stayed in contact with her shaking body, her hands and feet pulling at the nails.

The rod was removed and placed further up the leg nearing her thigh. More smoke and anguished screams as skin was seared in the heat.
Messaline fainted from the agony she was feeling, but the soldiers soon revived her with a cold bucket of horse water.
Her eyes flickered open and befell on the soldier standing in front of her.

"Well, let me ask you again or do I have to place the iron on more sensitive areas, where's Spartacus!" he spoke with authority.

"I, i don't know, you have to believe me," she spluttered.

"Well we will see if that is the truth, bring me another nice warm iron from the fire."

"Noooo, please, I beg you, I don't know where he is pleeeeeese!!"

Messaline could feel the heat from the iron, as it edged closer to her bald pussy lips. She tried to lift but the pain in her petite feet was too much and so she just hung and gritted her teeth. The tip of the red hot iron touched her generous sized lips and she jumped in anguish as the smell of burning flesh, her burning flesh, entered her nostrils.

"EEEEarrrgh! she wailed, "may God have mercy on my soul!" she howled.

"Where's Spartacus, where is he?" the question was asked again, but once more was met with the same reac tion.

"Let her be, so that she can get her strength back, we will ask her again when the sun rises. In the meantime we have more holes to dig as we have quite a few more to nail up in the morning."

The soldiers grabbed their picks and paced out the distances for digging and planting the uprights.

Messaline looked on with pain filled eyes, what further torments did they have in store, however, she would not give up on her lover, Spartacus.

To be continued..........................
 
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