To be a war prisoner accused of cowardice sentenced to be crucified by the fairer sex within the month. Overseen by female guards intent on humiliating, tormenting, teasing, denying and degrading me. The wives and daughters of politicians use me to entertain their darkest desires in the dungeon of the condemned, they torment me, making me crawl and plead for their mercy, begging to be allowed to bathe and please them orally after they have broken me with their brands, whips and violated my maleness with the stiletto heels of their strappy sandals. On the day of my crucifixion, i am barely able to carry my cross, through the crowd, so scarred, weakened by blood loss and damage in the dungeon by the women who despise, taunt and tormented me for a month and who i adore and desperately desire to please. A senators unbelievably beautiful wife orders me to crawl to her and her throne at the head of my cross. i am pulled up on my knees, my sentence for cowardice, demanding my humiliation, crucifixion and castration by women read. my loin cloth is pulled off of me. this perfect Angel laughs stares at my tormented and scarred nakedness. i am thrown at her feet and onto the cross, removing her sandals with my mouth as ordered, sobbing and pleading for her mercy. the women flip me on my back, the lovely creature above me lowers her dusty,moist feet onto my face, ordering me to lick the sweat from her as a coward should, as the ladies nail my wrists slowly to the cross. the pain, utter humiliation before beautiful women in the crowd, the sent and taste of a woman even if only her feet hardens me, i climax hard and painfully under her. In the laughter, the woman above me urges women in the crowd to come forward and have this pathetic insect bathe their feet before dancing on the cross for their entertainment. For another hour i am demeaned ridiculed, kicked stood on, a testicle ruptured, my cock raped by a lovely woman's foot in another stiletto heeled sandal, female toes pushed into my mouth while spat on. On the senators wife's order, the women are dismissed back to the front of the crowd, the beauty above me orders my executioners to proceed with the dowel, as she again lowers her small bare feet onto my face. the dowel is dipped into lard, my executrices pull and hold my legs apart as another pounds the bulbous end of the dowel into my anus. i do not understand my hardening manhood as women are violating and humiliating me before so many other beautiful women as i suffer, plead for mercy and scream into the soles of this beauties feet, i climax in utter humiliation. my legs are positioned. nails driven through my heels. the dowel fastened to my cross. i plead with this beauty above me to smother me beneath and with her feet. NO! you're a pathetic excuse of a male. my ladies and I are enjoying your humiliation. you and your cross will be placed on the frame with the axle. When your thrashing and screaming have reduced to sobbing and writhing i will cut off your cock in quarter inch segments and cauterizing each cut over a couple of hours. when your end is near, you will be castrated and rotated so that you may expire at my feet and the feet of all beautiful women here who will replay your demise in their minds for many climaxes to come. my cross was raised and connected to the axle.
i scream and thrash trying to find less pain. women stare at me mock me enjoying my humiliation. i black out. Suddenly i am awakened upside down. the senator's wife allows me a last long extreme and painful climax. over the next hour she cuts and cauterizes me, as i hang where i belong, a pathetic failure of a man at a beautiful woman's feet.
Gang rape and public humiliation would be also cool. 
