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Hair and Nails
The Golden Headband
It was inevitable. How could it not be? Her path was set, her mind had been made before she had even started the journey.It was Thursday, a few hours before noon. A few hours before her crucifixion. But it felt like her plan was no longer her own, like she had been swept away in the uncaring waves of fate. Everything she had done yesterday and the day before had led up to this. The crowd that had gathered to witness her execution was much larger than the paltry show that professor Moore had suggested. There must have been thousands of them. And they all would remember this, every one of them with a clear story of what happened, so her chances of returning home shrunk smaller with each moment.
“Hail Yalizah, the Prophetess Queen of Antioch!” the Prelate declared from his grand balcony overlooking the island on the Orontes. The crowd booed. They had come to see blood, or tits, or both. She was going to be the main event, Cara Castanga was going to be crucified.
“She is not our queen, and she is no prophet!” A man from the crowd hissed. They were more correct than they could’ve known. She was just playing the prophetess’ part. As long as she followed through with Yalizah’s journey step by step, no massive changes would be made to the flow of history, and survival was still possible.
But Thursday? It was still far too soon in the week to be nailed to the cross, much sooner than she had originally planned. Her ability to last four whole days on a cross would determine if the tether would pull her back… her chances of surviving the ordeal were just continuing to narrow.
There were many inevitabilities and many chances. Cara however was a woman who rejected all of her chances of escape, a woman who pursued a terrible end without a single hesitation. She had sealed her fate.
“Crucify her!” The crowd roared. “Crucify her!” The venomous bloodlust filled the air.
Cara was dragged into the center of the Prelate’s insula by the soldiers, her feet stumbling over the rough ground as she tried to keep up with their quick pace. She was wearing a long white toga, adorned with gold trim and intricate designs. Her blonde hair, a rare sight in the city, was styled in a thick bun held in place by a golden headband. It was just like the hairstyle she had worn when she had first arrived in the city on Monday, except she now had blunt bangs. The soldiers leered at her, taking in her expensive robes and jewelry, commenting on her rare beauty.
"Look at this one, Gaius," one of the soldiers called out to the chief executioner. "A real prize for the whipping post. I bet she's worth a pretty penny."
Gaius, a burly man with a cruel glint in his eye, approached Cara and inspected her closely. "She's a rare one, all right, Licinius," he said, running his hand over her bound golden locks. "But we can't sell her off, not when she's been sentenced to the cross. She's a traitor, you know. Conspiring against the empire."
The soldiers jeered and taunted her, calling her names like “fool’s gold” and “cumrag” and making lewd gestures. They surrounded her, their faces twisted into grotesque masks of sadistic glee and contempt. In the midst of this frenzy of cruelty, one figure stood out - a tall, muscular man, clean shaven, with thick hair that was graying on the temples, that same sadism within his eyes. Licinius. He was the lictor, and he had been tasked with flogging Cara before her crucifixion, a task he was most eager to undertake.
The soldiers began to strip Cara of her robes, tearing them from her body with rough, calloused hands. They pull off her outer tunic, revealing her thin, pale undergarments. The loincloth and the breastcloth. After a moment of mocking for not wearing a more modest stola, they tore those away as well, leaving her naked and exposed before the jeering crowd. Cara tried to cover herself with her arms, but the soldiers grabbed her wrists and tied them behind her back. The crowd whistled and catcalled as her firm breasts dropped from underneath her tunic.
Gaius, the chief executioner, approached Cara with a sly smile on his face as he examined her expensive white robes, toga, and jewelry. He knew that he would receive a good payout for the coding on these items, and he was already anticipating the thrill of stripping Cara of her fineries. “Everything, boys. But I want to see it, no nicking anything pricey.”
This was part of her plan. The inevitable began with a stripping. None of these clothes were her own, she had taken care of that. Her original clothing had all been burnt, so that not a single piece would be left in the past. Well, almost every piece; the golden headband couldn’t be burnt. Ironically, the one item of clothing that had given her the most trouble was the one that was meant to keep her safe. She knew now the true purpose hidden inside the intricate gold leaf and soft white fabric. For this reason alone she would have to find a way to keep it on her or near her.
As the soldiers continued to strip Cara, they took care to remove all of Yalizah’s jewelry - her earrings, her bracelets, her necklace, her anklets. They even removed her sandals, leaving her barefoot and vulnerable. The executioner Gauis watched with a twisted, lecherous smile, enjoying the sight of Cara's naked body. He would have her remove her final piece of jewelry herself.
“Time to take off that crown, queen,” he said, and she did not respond.
But as he reached up to remove her ornate golden headband, he noticed the enormous bun of thick, blonde hair that was held in place by the headband. Gaius had seen a few blonde women before, but he had never seen such a massive bun of hair. It was almost as wide as her head, and it shined radiantly in the morning sun. Gaius hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should leave the headband in place to preserve the beauty of Cara's hair. He knew that she would be required to wear her hair in a ponytail for the crucifixion anyways, and he didn't want to ruin the impressive bun that she had created. But then he remembered that he was the chief executioner, and that he could do as he pleased, hair and nails were just part of the show. He reached up to remove the headband.
Cara recoiled backwards, suddenly resisting far more to this final debasement than any previous stripping. "Please, Gaius," she pleaded, "I'll cooperate, do anything you want, if you just leave the headband in. My bun won't last if it's not secured tightly, and I don't want my long, thick hair cascading down my back and preventing my back from being exposed for the whip." She hoped that he enjoyed that thought.
Gaius raised an eyebrow, a sly smile spreading across his face. "Anything I want, you say?" he purred, his eyes running over her body with a lecherous gaze. "Well, I do have one request. Wrap that beautiful hair of yours around my cock to please me, and I'll leave the headband in."
Cara's eyes widened in shock and disgust. "I-I can't do that," she stammered. But she knew she had to keep her ability to tether back. "Please, Gaius, I'm begging you. Just let me keep the headband in. I promise I'll be cooperative, and take my punishment willingly."
But Gaius was not swayed by her pleas. "No, no, no. You must pay the price for your crimes," he said, the cruel glint in his eye shining. "And if that means using your hair to appease me, then so be it. Make your choice, Cara. I take the crown, or your bun belongs to me."
Cara's eyes widen in horror as Gaius makes his suggestion. She had heard stories of the depraved acts that the Roman guards were capable of, and she had hoped that she would be spared such treatment. But now it seemed that she would experience every single degradation the soldiers could dream up. Cara's stomach churned at the thought of being at the mercy of this cruel man. She knew that she had no choice but to comply, and with tears streaming down her face, she reluctantly nodded her head, and knelt on the ground, bowing her head to present her bun in the air.
As Gaius took in the beauty of her hair, Cara closed her eyes and tried to block out the sensation of his rough hands on her hair, pulling and tugging at her bun. She couldn't believe that she was being humiliated like this, but she knew that she had to endure it if she wanted to survive the crucifixion. The crowd laughed and guffawed at the bizarre development. They really were putting on a show with her.
As Gaius grabbed ahold of Cara's bun, removing her ornate headpiece he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and arousal. He had always been a fan of long hair, and the sight of Cara's massive blonde bun was almost too much for him to handle. He grasped and squeezed the bun tightly, feeling the soft, silky strands between his fingers. He then pressed his cock against the bun, causing Cara to gasp in surprise. Cara realizes now in totality what he was asking of her. She could feel his cock pressing against her soft bun hole, and she knew that she had no choice but to comply.
She felt a pressure on the back of her head. “You know, I was taught that a whore only had three holes.” Gaius grasped her neck and thrust her back and forth, enjoying the sensation of her silky tresses on his now fully erect penis. “But working this job long enough you discover something. A whore has as many holes as you give them.” He laughed wickedly at his own joke.
The other soldiers followed suit, pressing their cocks against Cara's cheeks and demanding that she lick and suck on them. She eagerly complied, desperate to please her tormentors. Her mane became a silken scarf wrapped around Gaius' cock, and she could feel the warm load being released into her hair.
As Gaius pulled her bun loose, he took it triumphantly, a symbol of his victory over Cara. The other soldiers began to banter, complaining that the last whore they had whipped was better. But Gaius was having none of it. He ordered them to bring the "golden haired girl" to the whipping post, and they reluctantly obeyed.
“Finally, it's my turn to treat her right; hurry up with all of the fucking hair stuff,” Licinius said
“Oh Licinius, you have no taste for the finer things, let’s let her pretty herself up before you break that pale skin of hers.”
The soldiers grabbed Cara by her now half-loosened hair and dragged her back to the whipping post, where they ordered her to redo her bun. She couldn't resist their rough hands as they yanked on her hair, pulling her head back and exposing her neck. She tried to stay calm as they forced her to undo her wrap bun, and let her thick, blonde hair fall down her back. Gaius especially took great pleasure in running his fingers through her locks, taunting her with their rough caresses.
Once her hair was completely undone, they grabbed her by the arms and forced her to gather it all together. She tried to resist, but their strong hands were too much for her. She could feel their hot breath on her neck as they leaned in close. She knew that she had no choice but to comply, so she gathered her cum-coated hair together and began to twist and wrap it around itself, creating a new bun.
When she was finished, Gaius ceremoniously handed her the golden headband and ordered her to wrap it around the bun. “A crown for a queen, just like you wanted. For is not a woman’s hair her crown? I’ve just added a few pearls, that's all.”
She did not hesitate, even knowing that this would only make her more vulnerable to their cruel hands. But she knew that she had no choice, this was part of her tether now, it had to go where she went, so she wrapped the headband around the bun, securing it in place. The experience had left her shaken. But she did not dare imagine what a painless experience that was compared to what was to come.