“Now, slave, what were your exact words to your master?” Doc asked me.
I couldn’t imagine what he was talking about. I racked my brain, trying to think what to say, how to stop what was coming. But my mind was muddled with fear and anticipation of pain.
“I… I said ‘damn you’ to him… yes, I’m sure that’s it!” I’d definitely said that to him some time, I knew I had.
Doc nodded to Andrew, who stood ready with the TENS unit, and I began to panic. I was standing on one foot, the raised knee crossed over the other one, thighs pressed tightly together, stupidly trying to protect my pussy.
“No, don’t! Wait, please let me think!” I shouted, pleading with them not to hurt me, knowing it was no use.
I saw Andrew press a button and there was the flash of a red LED on the unit a split second before I felt the buzzing, burning pain that started deep inside me and came out red-hot through my clit. I was howling in agony, bouncing up and down on my toes.
“Stop! Stop! Please! Oh God! Stop!” I was screaming, begging.
And then it stopped and I was gasping for breath, hanging by my wrists, sobbing. God, the pain, so much worse than the whip! I couldn’t take that again, I just couldn’t!
“The first witness will come forward,” Doc said.
A tall blonde woman moved around from behind me and took up a position facing Doc. She wore a bright orange, semi-transparent chiton that only came to mid-thigh. It was clear to see that she wore nothing underneath. She was a spectacular sight and there was a murmur of appreciation as she moved sensuously before the crowd. It was a dress that a Roman prostitute might wear.
Liz, I thought. That airhead bimbo, what the hell is she going to say?
Liz was the only woman in our group without a male partner. Single women could be members of the group, but single men or men without female partners could not.
“You were present when the slave catherine cursed her master Joe?” Doc asked.
“Yes,” Liz replied gravely, “I heard her curse him! Actually, she cursed all of us who were present.”
“Truly! This slave’s crimes are serious indeed!” Doc said.
He turned to address me. “Now slave, that you have heard this witness’s testimony, will you admit to your crime and state exactly what you said?”
When had I seen Liz last? What could I have said? I needed to answer now!
“I… I… how long ago was this? Could you please give me an idea?”
“The slave will not ask questions; I will ask the question,” Doc said. He nodded to Bob, who immediately delivered a stinging blow to my back. I yelped in pain.
Oh God, what did I say?
“The slave will answer now,” Doc said.
I was so terrified, I couldn’t think, couldn’t put it together. My legs were trembling in anticipation. They were going to shock my pussy again, and I couldn’t stop them.
“I don’t know!” I sobbed. “Please don’t! Please don’t shock me, please please please!”
I watched in horror as Doc nodded to Andrew. I whimpered as I watched him adjust a dial on the TENS unit, then press the button. Then I shrieked in agony as the buzzing, stinging, burning coursed through me, like having a swarm of stinging wasps inside of my pussy and searing agony in my clit that set off echoes of stabbing pain throughout my body. I was twisting, writhing in anguish.
And then it was over, and I was hanging limply by my manacled wrists. I was drenched with sweat, my chest heaving. My clit continued to throb insistently and there was a pulsing in my vagina that slowly subsided. I realized that as horribly painful as it was, this torture could actually cause me to climax, no, force me to climax.
“The next witness will come forward and be examined,” Doc said.
It was Doc’s wife, Sarah. She was dressed in a deep blue chiton, much more matronly and demure than Liz had been. She stood before Doc.
“Sarah, were you present when the slave catherine, who hangs naked and tortured before you, cursed her master Joe?” Doc asked.
“Yes,” she replied, “I was there. There were only four of us: you, me, Liz and Joe, along with this slave.”
“And she cursed her master?” Doc asked.
“She did,” Sarah replied, “very loudly. There was no doubt about it. Then she cursed all of us, as you know.”
“The witness will refrain from making statements as to what others may know,” Doc said, “and restrict herself only to those facts which she herself saw and heard.”
“Just the facts, ma’am!” Someone in the crowd guffawed. There was a titter of laughter from others. I think that line came from an old TV show.
Doc turned and put his hands on his hips, glaring at them in mock sternness. “There will be order in this court! I’ll thank you to not make light of this situation. This woman who hangs naked and tortured before you, should she be found guilty of this crime, may be sentenced to suffer the slave’s death on the cross. Her life hangs in the balance.”
Doc was good at this. He even wore the toga like it was natural for him. I found myself believing that my fate would turn on what happened in the next few minutes. And I knew now what the answer was that they wanted.
Doc turned toward me, and I thought he was about to put me to the question again. I was ready with the answer this time.
“Since truth from a slave may only be obtained under torture, and due to the gravity of the charge, the slave must be tortured once more before I put her to the question,” Doc said.
I was taken completely by surprise! “No! Please, I know what you want me to say! Don’t…”
Doc nodded to Andrew, and I watched in horror as his finger hesitated over the button. I thought, hoped that he wouldn’t press it.
Don’t don’t don’t please don’t! I thought, panicking.
And then I saw his finger move, sucked in my breath to scream. Again I felt the swarm of stinging wasps buzzing inside me, the stinging, burning, throbbing agony in my clit, all over my body. I screamed, writhed, unable to control myself it hurt so much.
When it finally stopped, I was sobbing. The throbbing in my clit was strong this time, as was the fluttering, pulsing feeling deep in my vagina. I could tell it wasn’t going to subside this time until it had run its course.
I moaned as it got stronger, closed my eyes so I wouldn’t have to see the crowd watching me. I felt my hips begin to undulate on their own, my legs turned to water and I hung by my wrists, the pain of the shackles only adding to the building tension in my body. And then that pain was swallowed up by the power of my building orgasm.
When my climax came, I threw my head back and groaned with pleasure. Everything else, every other sensation was pushed away as I rode the crest of the wave that passed through me. It went on and on, pulsing deep within me, wave after wave of pleasure. I didn’t think, just let it take me.
When it subsided, I opened my eyes, finding it hard to focus. There were murmurs and laughter from the onlookers. Some of the women looked envious. I heard Doc say, “If the slave is back with us, I will put her to the question again.”
I managed to nod, although my head was still swimming.
“Now, does the slave catherine remember her exact words to her master?”
“I… Yes, I remember,” I croaked. My throat was dry from screaming. “I shouted “fuck you” at him.”
“And why did you utter those words to your master?”
“I was, I mean, I…” I had to get my thoughts together, explain it to them. “I had been hanging on the cross for four hours.”
There was a murmur from the crowd at that. Doc ignored them and asked, “And why did you wait until four hours had passed to become angry and curse your master?”
“It was the sedile!” I rasped. “He gave me a sedile to rest on for a little while. I tried to rest on it, even though it hurt, but I kept slipping…”
“The slave will continue,” Doc said.
“I tried to keep the edge of it from going up in my pussy!” I said in my grating voice. Again there was laughter from the crowd. “But when I tried to rest on it any other way, I kept slipping and it would drive itself up into me. He, my Master, laughed at me. I got mad at him for that and said ‘fuck you.’ I’m sorry, I won’t do it again, please don’t torture me anymore, please!”
“Having heard the facts of this case, as well as this slave’s admission of her guilt under torture, it is the judgment of this magistrate that she is guilty of the charge.”
“Crucify her!” Someone in the crowd said.
“Yes, crucify her! Crucify her!” Others joined in and it became a chant, “Crucify her! Crucify her!”
Doc held up his hand for silence. Everyone looked at him expectantly.
“It is the sentence of this court that at sunrise tomorrow, the slave catherine shall be taken to the place of execution, there to suffer the slow death of a slave on the cross. Thus may it be with all who break the just laws of Rome.”
There were shouts of approval from the crowd. Even though I knew what the verdict and sentence would be from the start, I found myself stunned to hear the words said out loud. I was sentenced to be crucified. It was official. They were going to nail me to a cross tomorrow morning. They were going to drive nails through my hands and feet.
I didn’t resist as Andrew unclipped the wire from the ring in my clit, and I didn’t resist as they spread my legs apart and I felt the tug and smooth glide of the sponge as he pulled it out of my wet, tingling pussy. Looking down, I realized that there was a puddle around my feet. I had peed on myself while they were torturing me without realizing it.
When they released my manacles, I almost fell. My legs were so unsteady that I could hardly stand, much less walk. Jim had a long strip of cloth, about six inches wide, that he passed between my legs and wound around my hips to make a loincloth. I was grateful to him for that, even though I knew I would not have it long.
They didn’t bother to tie my wrists or put the sack over my head this time as they led me to the tool closet and locked me in. Alone, I wrapped my blanket around me and sat in the corner, trying to make myself as small as I could while I cried in the darkness, awaiting my execution.
Joe
It’s not easy being a master. Regardless of the big-D, little-s in the Dom/sub relationship, a really good Dom’s actions don’t arise out of sadism, or from his feelings at all, but from the needs of the sub. And sometimes it’s a guess as to what the sub’s needs are, not least of all because they change. I challenge her, she meets that challenge, and then that’s not a challenge for her any more. Sometimes I go too far, but thankfully not far enough to cause any permanent damage or lose her trust.
I wanted the electrical torture to be a surprise, something to put her off balance. We’ve never done that before, didn’t have any other girls in the group who had experienced it, and so it was hard to judge what the intensity of the TENS unit should be set on. Yes, I tried attaching the leads to my forearm and gradually raising the intensity until it hurt. Andrew did too, but a man’s forearm is not anything like the inside of a woman’s vagina or her clit. But if the intensity was too low, she’d be hanging there looking at us like, seriously? Tickle torture?
The first time Andrew shocked her and she pissed on herself, I knew it was too much. So I worked my way a little behind her, out of her peripheral vision before motioning to him to reduce it the next time. The result was a balance between pain and pleasure that finally induced her to climax. Now I know, I guess.
“I wouldn’t want to wear one of these things every day,” Doc said, looking down at his toga. “It’s like walking around wrapped in a bed sheet!”
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” I said. “The tunic I wore last night when we kidnapped her out of bed was ok. Easy enough to manage, like wearing shorts only airier without any underwear on.”
“You went commando? Didn’t know you had any Scottish heritage!” Doc looked at me quizzically.
“Two reasons,” I said, grinning. “First, it’s cooler that way, and second, it keeps the flies out of my face!”
Doc broke out laughing. “Asshole! You had me going there for a minute!”
“Seriously, you did quite a job today as magistrate! Very distinguished and not a stumble,” I said.
“Thanks! I thought we’d gone too far with that first shock. Did you see how red her face got? She was in a lot of pain, too much even for her. Good thing you got Andrew to drop the intensity; I was thinking that we shouldn’t do that again but it worked out ok.”
“Can’t argue with that. Next time we use electricity on her we’ll have a baseline intensity setting we know she can handle.”
“I checked the data from her chip to see how her vitals did during that interrogation. You can watch the video and correlate events like whip strokes and electric shocks with her vitals. You can tell she was terrified of those electric shocks! Pulse and respiration were way up before, when she was anticipating. There’s a big spike when it hit, which shows sudden intense pain, and that dropped off some but stayed high.”
“What’s your conclusion from that?” I asked.
“She wasn’t pretending! She was scared shitless and she was really in some intense pain.”
“We’ll do better next time,” I said.
“I’m going to go get a beer and relax. You coming?” Doc asked.
“Later,” I said. “Right now I’ve got the crucifixion crew set to do walk-throughs for the execution tomorrow. I want everyone to know his part so it comes off without any hiccups. Which reminds me, you have the eye patches and blindfold?”
“Right,” Doc replied, I’ll get those for you. I have three sets, so worst case is you screw up twice, you’ve got one more shot to get them on right. Get them lined up and stuck down the way they go, and there’ll be no light getting in. The blindfold is just a rag to cover those so they don’t happen to rub against anything.”
