Returning to a familiar theme ... those Romans again! But with a little twist ....
WIND AND RAIN
1. Driving rain pelts against my face as helpful hands ease me down from a sitting position onto the cold hard wood. A gust of wind drives a sheet of freezing rain over my naked body as my left arm is stretched out and held against the roughness of a cross-beam splintered and scarred by numerous nailings.
"What has she done to deserve being crucified on a wretched day like this?" asks a youngish-looking Roman soldier as he winds a thin rope around my thumb, through my fingers and several times around my left hand before binding it securely to the wood.
"Don't know Lucius," replies his older comrade, "I just nail them and raise them ... I don't ask questions."
The older one stares down at me, eyes roving over my rain-spattered bare breasts, and then to my raised ribs, flattened tummy and finally to my fully exposed sex. His reaches back to drape his cloak over his head against the rain, droplets running down his nose and into his beard, as his young comrade splashes through a puddle on his way around the head of my cross to secure my other hand.
I become agitated. I turn my head frantically from side to side and begin to struggle, digging my right heel into the muddy earth beside the stipe, arching my back and throwing myself to one side, fingers out in an attempt to claw at his face.
He catches me by my upturned shoulder and slams me back down on my bloody scourged back, quickly straddling my chest and pinning my arms down under his knees. Helpless under his weight, I wince as the one called Lucius draws a rope tight around my other hand and lashes it to the wood. I buck my hips, kick vainly with my feet and shout curses until the bearded one quiets me with a violent open-handed slap across my face.
"Hold still my little hussy," he hisses, "fighting us will only make things worse for you."
A fresh burst of wind throws a sodden tangle of hair across my face, partially covering teary eyes and the stinging red of his vicious slap.
"Get around and tie her ankles Lucius while I hold her down," he growls.
He slides back on my belly to position himself over my narrow hips, leans forward and cups both breasts in his large hands and jiggles them playfully, a lustful look in his eyes, as Lucius swiftly gathers my ankles together, wraps a rope around them and pulls it tight. I wince again as the rope digs into my flesh.
"Looks like a long day for us in the wind and rain Marcus," observers Lucius.
"Just get the nails and be quick about it," snaps the one called Marcus as he squeezes my breasts together and vigorously rubs my hardened tumescent nipples with his thumbs.
A flash of lightning illuminates the scene, followed by a clap of thunder. Marcus scowls as he looks skyward and reluctantly releases his iron grip on my breasts. Rain pours down with renewed fury and the two of them scurry off to take nearby shelter under a tree, leaving me alone, lying naked and shivering on my back, under a drenching downpour, to contemplate my plight.
TO BE CONTINUED
WIND AND RAIN
1. Driving rain pelts against my face as helpful hands ease me down from a sitting position onto the cold hard wood. A gust of wind drives a sheet of freezing rain over my naked body as my left arm is stretched out and held against the roughness of a cross-beam splintered and scarred by numerous nailings.
"What has she done to deserve being crucified on a wretched day like this?" asks a youngish-looking Roman soldier as he winds a thin rope around my thumb, through my fingers and several times around my left hand before binding it securely to the wood.
"Don't know Lucius," replies his older comrade, "I just nail them and raise them ... I don't ask questions."
The older one stares down at me, eyes roving over my rain-spattered bare breasts, and then to my raised ribs, flattened tummy and finally to my fully exposed sex. His reaches back to drape his cloak over his head against the rain, droplets running down his nose and into his beard, as his young comrade splashes through a puddle on his way around the head of my cross to secure my other hand.
I become agitated. I turn my head frantically from side to side and begin to struggle, digging my right heel into the muddy earth beside the stipe, arching my back and throwing myself to one side, fingers out in an attempt to claw at his face.
He catches me by my upturned shoulder and slams me back down on my bloody scourged back, quickly straddling my chest and pinning my arms down under his knees. Helpless under his weight, I wince as the one called Lucius draws a rope tight around my other hand and lashes it to the wood. I buck my hips, kick vainly with my feet and shout curses until the bearded one quiets me with a violent open-handed slap across my face.
"Hold still my little hussy," he hisses, "fighting us will only make things worse for you."
A fresh burst of wind throws a sodden tangle of hair across my face, partially covering teary eyes and the stinging red of his vicious slap.
"Get around and tie her ankles Lucius while I hold her down," he growls.
He slides back on my belly to position himself over my narrow hips, leans forward and cups both breasts in his large hands and jiggles them playfully, a lustful look in his eyes, as Lucius swiftly gathers my ankles together, wraps a rope around them and pulls it tight. I wince again as the rope digs into my flesh.
"Looks like a long day for us in the wind and rain Marcus," observers Lucius.
"Just get the nails and be quick about it," snaps the one called Marcus as he squeezes my breasts together and vigorously rubs my hardened tumescent nipples with his thumbs.
A flash of lightning illuminates the scene, followed by a clap of thunder. Marcus scowls as he looks skyward and reluctantly releases his iron grip on my breasts. Rain pours down with renewed fury and the two of them scurry off to take nearby shelter under a tree, leaving me alone, lying naked and shivering on my back, under a drenching downpour, to contemplate my plight.
TO BE CONTINUED
.... new installment coming soon.
