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Convicted of blasphemy.

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Loxuru said:
Place : a town in Italy, just outside the walls, on a knoll along the road to Rome.

Time : just after sunset.
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(I have continued a bit on this following my previous post. I hope, the main characters (@piedi, @Barbaria1 and @Lucas Soranus can find themselves in the story )


It is strange! While all these ‘new’ religions preach tolerance, charity and mercy, and claim freedom of worship, their growing influence has had the opposite impact of society. Tolerance, charity and mercy had become the privilege of religiously like-minded people only.

Critics, or dissenting, or any other remark or act considered demeaning towards any more or less established religion, was quickly perceived as an offence. This perception found its way to the magistracy, and to the senate, which, with the support of the emperor, had established the crime of blasphemy. In the name of social peace and mutual respect, acts and words of blasphemy became ruthlessly persecuted, first in the public, but gradually also in the private realm. Denunciation became actively promoted.

Trials were brief. Mostly, accusation was a proof of guilt. Sentences were harsh : capital punishment was the rule! The harshest magistrates inflicted the most feared and most demeaning and cruel verdict : crucifixion. Such, regardless whether the accused was a Roman citizen or not. The meaning of that status, and the protection it had given since centuries, had strongly dwindled during the foregoing decades of political chaos.

The harshness of that sentence was emphasized by the fact, that condemned were marched straight from the courtroom to their place of doom. The crossbeams were piled up next to the entrance of the court, visible to all, including the accused going to their trial. When the condemned came out, they were given immediately a beam to carry in their neck, to march through the streets to the execution site, just outside the walls. A march to last about a quarter. But, as another symptom of the harshness, the condemned were not allowed any last dignity. They had to do their walk to the cross strip naked, getting underway exposed to humiliation by the crowds.

It had been a busy day for the magistrates, so the condemned would be marched to the crosses in two batches. To the first batch were assigned five condemned. A couple of slaves, a man and woman, condemned on behalf of their master. As far as I had understood, those two slaves had fallen in love with each other. Their master had forbidden their relationship and had ordered them to stop it! But desire was stronger, and they had carried on, secretly, until they had been caught or denounced. They even did not have to show up in the courtroom, the death sentence issued by their master was equal to a court verdict. He marched in front, his girlfriend as last in the row.

The male slave was followed by Barbaria, who had insulted the emperor’s genitals. She marched some twenty-five steps ahead of me, giving me at least some naughty and exciting pleasure of watching her pretty tight little, swaying under the effort she did, to keep going with that heavy weight on her shoulders. Nevertheless, she kept a firm pace, and I had to do all effort to keep up with her, wondering what was her hurry, considering where she was going to? But I understood, the issue of the moment was that heavy beam, wrecking one’s neck and shoulders, made every step feel like an uphill effort. Some waste, I thought, to execute such a good looking woman, for such a small inconvenience as joking about the emperor’s genitals. But I knew, Barb was not just a dumb orgy-goer, she was known for her smart, rebellious comments on what was going wrong in society, and the trial about the emperor’s genitals had only been an easy pretext for those who wanted to get rid of her because of her sharp speech.

As I enjoyed Barb’s poetry in motion, I realised, that the condemned following me was Lucas Soranus, also, like Barb and me, a free spirit and a critic, and hence condemned for blasphemy too. I knew his preferences, so he could admire my backside (if, at least, there was still something to admire on).

Dragging along with that heavy burden, we finally (?) reached the crucifixion site. Sweating and breathing heavily and with a wrecked back and shoulders, I came to rest, unable however to relieve the crossbeam, to which my wrists had been tied to. The slave and Barb were given no rest. They were grabbed immediately by executioners, worked to the ground with their crossbeam, and got prepared, hidden from view by the nailing crew.

Lucas Soranus had also arrived. Despite being considerably younger than me, he was also sweating, and his face was red, as mine probably was, from the heavy march.

“Terminus!” he said, with a strange mood of acceptation, while looking straight into my eyes.

“I am afraid it is!” I replied, while trying to control my still heavy breathing (and trying to put my mind of the imminently coming reality).

“Anyway, some workout, getting here, isn’t it!” he continued.

“I thought I would not make it!” I replied.

“Oh, but you seemed to make a good pace! You are still in good condition for your age, if I may say so! Something we will need soon when we will be up!”

His words puzzled me.

“You sound like you are looking forward to it!?” I remarked, confused.

“No more eager than you do, we knew the risks of our agitation. So, shit happens, and we better keep ourselves defiant and give them a good show!”

Meanwhile, Barb had spotted us from behind her executioners, and with an anxious voice, she shouted something I heard as : “Lucas, Lox, don’t give up!”

Then, hammering sounded, and we heard the shrieks of the male slave. His girlfriend, who had meanwhile joined Lucas and me, who were just standing waiting, started lamenting in a language unknown for me! Then we heard poor Barb shriek under the terror of hammering!

“Piedi, and his wife! You know Piedi? They follow soon!” Lucas said.

“Piedi!?..Him too?”

“He and his wife! Arrested yesterday! I saw them entering the court!”

With a “go!”, the executioners lifted the crossbeams, with their preys nailed to and put them on the stipes, ignoring the shrieks and cries of the condemned. New volleys of hammering followed, when the ankles were nailed to the sides of the stipes.

The female slave completely lost her composure and started crying loudly, stressing my own fear level too! She fell on her knees, almost toppling forward under the weight of her crossbeam!

“Make that hysterical bitch stand up!” an optio ordered. Two legionaries grabbed her crossbeam and put her on her feet again!

“Shall we nail her right now, Sir!?” a soldier asked.

“No! Stick to the First these two pervs, as foreseen!” the optio replied, pointing at Lucas and me “it looks like, they cannot wait to be taken up! Give them what they wish for!”.

tbc
 
Loxuru said:
The male slave was followed by Barbaria, who had insulted the emperor’s genitals.
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That always gets her into trouble. Almost two thousand years later, for example, one of her descendants will suffer a BDSM punishment for making fun of Hitler’s. :confused::facepalm:

Loxuru said:
As I enjoyed Barb’s poetry in motion
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Geeze! :spank::spank::spank:
 
It is high time to pass through the Senate the abolition of the death penalty for blasphemy! Young people are always rebelling against the morality of their fathers, so there will be many times more blasphemers and therefore our beautiful Roman roads will not lack crosses with crucified boys and girls decorating them.The most daring ones will have to be crucified many, many times, perhaps even for a whole day. It's unlikely to teach them anything, but that's what Roman freedom is: you can worship any god, you can insult any god and be crucified for it.
 
Georg said:
It is high time to pass through the Senate the abolition of the death penalty for blasphemy! Young people are always rebelling against the morality of their fathers, so there will be many times more blasphemers and therefore our beautiful Roman roads will not lack crosses with crucified boys and girls decorating them.The most daring ones will have to be crucified many, many times, perhaps even for a whole day. It's unlikely to teach them anything, but that's what Roman freedom is: you can worship any god, you can insult any god and be crucified for it.
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"That's what I argued too, Sir! I also protested against imposing the death penalty for blasphemy! But that was enough to have me condemned to the cross! And, make no mistake! This wave of religious intolerance is not a matter of morality of the fathers! It is the religious zeal of the sons, of the younger generation, and it is the older one that rebels against it, seeing our Roman liberties under attack! But they have the emperor on their side, and, out of opportunism, the Senate and the magistrates too! That is a much more dangerous situation for liberties than traditional paternal morality!
 
Loxuru said:
It is the religious zeal of the sons, of the younger generation
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There is only one conclusion: these young fanatics have been crucified too little! It is necessary to show humanism and, to begin with, crucify all these religious guys and girls naked with ropes for eight hours. In the end, by demanding the worship of their god, they offend other gods, existing and non-existent. If the youngsters are so firm in their faith, if necessary, the crucifixion can be repeated every other day. not forgetting to invite harlots from the temple of Venus to their crosses for oral pleasure.
 
piedi said:
I can't wait
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(Here it is : :) )

There is hardly any way to describe the horror of having wrists and ankles nailed to a cross. It makes any resolution of defiance become a flimsy thing, when a fearfully long and sharp iron nail is shown up and placed on one’s wrist.

A moment later, there is nothing than pain and terror… Which seems endless, and next becomes exacerbated when the whole setup is raised, and gravity takes control over one’s entire body and mind.

When I had somewhat recovered from the ordeal, and became aware again of my surroundings, the female slave had meanwhile been crucified already, and the second batch of condemned was arriving.

The second batch consisted of a citizen named Piedi, and his wife, and two common criminals. Piedi and his wife were both a good-looking thirty-something. Piedi had ran an agricultural estate just out of town. He also had a mansion in the city, where he and his wife regularly held gatherings. The open discussions held there, had become an annoyance for religious zealots. A slave had been promised freedom, in exchange for spying on the gatherings. While in centuries of history of Rome, no testimony of a slave against his master would have been accepted by magistrates, the latter now had a political agenda to fulfill, and all means were good for that purpose. The declarations of the slave brought Piedi and his wife to the cross! The treacherous slave, now a free man is among the crowd and clearly enjoys the humiliating fate of his former masters!

As usual, the platoon escorting them, had carefully made up their order of marching. Piedi’s wife, an attractive blonde, with nice breasts and a big ass, had been put ahead. She was followed by the two common criminals, who had a good view of her swaying butt, like I had underway on Barb’s. Yet, while I had enjoyed my excitement in silence, these criminals fully uttered it with lewd remarks, and they got encouraged by the guards.

Piedi marched behind, the last, and hence he had to watch and hear the humiliations his wife had to endure from the criminals, and although he was long-limbed, the guards kept him at distance, while taunting him about the shaming of his wife…

Once arrived, his wife was immediately grabbed and put on the ground, her hands still tied to her crossbeam, and while two guards pulled her legs open, she had to undergo rape by a few executioners. As they had finished, and although such is against the rules, both criminals were released, one after the other, from their crossbeam, and were allowed to rape her too, after which they were tied again. Next, the freed slave was kindly invited to rape his former mistress too. Piedi was forced to watch it all, under more demeaning comments of the onlookers, guards and executioners.

Then the executioners started to nail her. In anguish she shouted :

“Piedi! Do something!?”

But what could he do than watch, and hear the agonizing cries of his wife that overwhelmed the sound of a hammering followed by the raising of her cross, she, clearly struggling against gravity too.

“Him, now!?”

“No! let him enjoy the view of his wife for a moment! Those two thugs first!”

The criminals were in turn grabbed and worked on the ground. There was some stoic in their mind, as they were prepared, something like : “Shit happens!” Of course they shouted and yelled of pain when they got nailed to the wood, but otherwise, they defiantly kept their composure during and after having been raised.

Piedi was the last of the condemned still standing on his feet.

@Lucas Soranus and @Barbaria1 , who clearly had been well acquainted with Piedi, shouted words of encouragement to him.

Piedi offered hardly resistance. It looked as if all he wanted now was to share his wife’s fate! Although one could see the fear on his eyes, he seemed determined not to show weakness in front of his wife, the criminals and all the rest of us. As he was prepared, practically opposite of me, I could see his eyes searching for his wife, and the moment before the first blow came down, he shouted her name!

tbc
 
(last part)

The sounds of nailing, the shrieks of pain were gone. Five crosses stood up on the right side of the road (coming from town). At the far end, the male slave. Left from him, one of the criminals, Piedi’s wife, the other criminal, @Lucas Soranus and, at the other end of the row, me. Opposite of the road : @Barbaria1 , more or less facing Lucas and the criminal on his right. Right from her, the female slave, and, opposing me, @piedi.

The arrangement to crucify Piedi’s wife between both criminals who had already been harassing and even raped her, was of course on purpose. These two thugs, despite their own perilous situation, kept shouting lewd and humiliating words to her, like reminding her how much they had enjoyed raping her! Piedi saw it all happen, from the other side of the road, but even if he tried to shout protests, it hardly impressed, particularly from the distance he was hanging, and the pain he was in!

Such is of course a strategy to undermine the mental strength of crucified partners! Pushing them to break their unity, even to blame each other for the situation they got into! The ensuing argument is obviously a source of mockery for onlookers and guards, and an instigation to more insulting. So, far, however, such did not work with Piedi and his wife.

Concerning my own partner, when things had become threatening, I had urged her to leave town and move to the relatively safe anonymity of Rome. Reluctantly, she had obeyed. Now, I feel the sadness of never seeing her again, but it is better that she does not see me like this, or worse, that she had shared my cruel fate! In my imagination, I figure her hanging here too. The female slave reminds me somewhat of her looks!

Both Lucas and Barb still found the strength and courage to keep up the morale a bit, and ultimately discouraging the two criminals. Remarkable how they did it. I rather suffered in silence, occasionally exchanging a word with Lucas. The same for Piedi and the two slaves (who had much less to loose).

As a result of the political circumstances, most friends and relatives of the crucified stayed away! That’s obvious since coming to give mental support to a condemned, could bring them into trouble too! Guilty by association, they risked to be the next users of these crosses! The crucifixion of Piedi and his wife was a clear sign to their guests and friends, to instigate fear into them. The only supportive action was given by three of Lucas’ friends. A bold and daring show up, considering the risks they took! They even helped to stop the criminals harassing Piedi’s wife, by smashing with a wooden stick on their balls, which clearly did hurt, on top of the pain they already suffered!

The sun has peaked and is now declining. The condemned have become silent, even too wrecked by their hours long ordeal, to utter any moaning. Just heavy breathing, and that consumes all energy that’s left. Most onlookers have gone, only the guards are still around, and occasional late travelers, watching us with malicious pleasure, but rarely stopping, since the stench we all nine spread, is hard to withstand. But not for insects, for whom we are a culinary festival! Bloody annoying insects! Sweat and other bodily fluids attract them by numbers! Against the twilight’s sky, I see them swarming around each of the crosses opposite to the road! And with insects come birds! They savour the insects, but also look for opportunities to picking our flesh. It is not yet so far, that we look done enough for the birds to do it safely.

There is a popular myth, that the first on whose crossbeam a bird lands, will be the first to die. A few minutes ago, two starlings have chosen for mine! A thought that is both scary and merciful to go into the night!

(the end)
 
Loxuru said:
(last part)

The sounds of nailing, the shrieks of pain were gone. Five crosses stood up on the right side of the road (coming from town). At the far end, the male slave. Left from him, one of the criminals, Piedi’s wife, the other criminal, @Lucas Soranus and, at the other end of the row, me. Opposite of the road : @Barbaria1 , more or less facing Lucas and the criminal on his right. Right from her, the female slave, and, opposing me, @piedi.

The arrangement to crucify Piedi’s wife between both criminals who had already been harassing and even raped her, was of course on purpose. These two thugs, despite their own perilous situation, kept shouting lewd and humiliating words to her, like reminding her how much they had enjoyed raping her! Piedi saw it all happen, from the other side of the road, but even if he tried to shout protests, it hardly impressed, particularly from the distance he was hanging, and the pain he was in!

Such is of course a strategy to undermine the mental strength of crucified partners! Pushing them to break their unity, even to blame each other for the situation they got into! The ensuing argument is obviously a source of mockery for onlookers and guards, and an instigation to more insulting. So, far, however, such did not work with Piedi and his wife.

Concerning my own partner, when things had become threatening, I had urged her to leave town and move to the relatively safe anonymity of Rome. Reluctantly, she had obeyed. Now, I feel the sadness of never seeing her again, but it is better that she does not see me like this, or worse, that she had shared my cruel fate! In my imagination, I figure her hanging here too. The female slave reminds me somewhat of her looks!

Both Lucas and Barb still found the strength and courage to keep up the morale a bit, and ultimately discouraging the two criminals. Remarkable how they did it. I rather suffered in silence, occasionally exchanging a word with Lucas. The same for Piedi and the two slaves (who had much less to loose).

As a result of the political circumstances, most friends and relatives of the crucified stayed away! That’s obvious since coming to give mental support to a condemned, could bring them into trouble too! Guilty by association, they risked to be the next users of these crosses! The crucifixion of Piedi and his wife was a clear sign to their guests and friends, to instigate fear into them. The only supportive action was given by three of Lucas’ friends. A bold and daring show up, considering the risks they took! They even helped to stop the criminals harassing Piedi’s wife, by smashing with a wooden stick on their balls, which clearly did hurt, on top of the pain they already suffered!

The sun has peaked and is now declining. The condemned have become silent, even too wrecked by their hours long ordeal, to utter any moaning. Just heavy breathing, and that consumes all energy that’s left. Most onlookers have gone, only the guards are still around, and occasional late travelers, watching us with malicious pleasure, but rarely stopping, since the stench we all nine spread, is hard to withstand. But not for insects, for whom we are a culinary festival! Bloody annoying insects! Sweat and other bodily fluids attract them by numbers! Against the twilight’s sky, I see them swarming around each of the crosses opposite to the road! And with insects come birds! They savour the insects, but also look for opportunities to picking our flesh. It is not yet so far, that we look done enough for the birds to do it safely.

There is a popular myth, that the first on whose crossbeam a bird lands, will be the first to die. A few minutes ago, two starlings have chosen for mine! A thought that is both scary and merciful to go into the night!

(the end)
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Very very good
 
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