Flavia Cornelia crucified in Italica

[carloscruz]

When Flavia opened her eyes after crying out her climax, she immediately realized he was dead. And, of course, this meant she was as dead as him!


Flavia Cornelia was a respected matron from one of the best patrician families of Italica, the residential city close to Hispalis.
She was 42 and still one of the most beautiful and desired ladies of Hispania.
She had been married since she was 16 and had two sons.
Her husband, been patrician and a general on the legions, had been away most of their lives. Her sons too. One serving under his father in Germania and the other pursuing his cursum honorum in Rome.

Bored she had taken two or three lovers in the past, but none was really satisfying.
Then, Titus arrived. He was a handsome military tribune, a nephew of the Emperor (Several Roman Emperors were born in Italica. Trajan and Hadrian among them).
He was ten years younger than her but he was totally different from the othres. Soon after his arrival, they were passionate lovers.

Since she could remember, weird fantasies had occupied her mind. She had kept them secret but Titus shocked her when he openly talked about his own tastes and she realized they were so similar to hers.
They started exploring a kinky and pervert world. They tied and flogged each other, always ending in wild lovemaking.

One day, some months into their relationship, they had witnessed together the crucifixion of three men and two women and had been highly excited by the event.
The next day he got a cross, settle it in a secluded room at her domus, and they started experimenting with it.
That day she had experienced her most intense orgasm ever, while tied naked on the cross with Titus eating hungrily her cunt. It was a hellish heaven!

But now Titus was dead. Naked, tied to the triclinium with a cord around his neck and his still erect penis deep inside her.
He had requested her to strangled him while she rode his cock. It wasn´t the first time, but today, when she he spurted inside her, she came hard and she removed the cord, he was dead.

She briefly considered if something could be done to hide what had just happened, but soon reached the conclusion that nothing could be done.
Just outside the door his escort was waiting for him. They were three men: Marcus his most trusted centurion and two legionaries.

So, she disentangled herself from him, covered her body with a tunic and called Marcus.
He knew what they were doing and was aware of his master´s tastes. He agreed with her it has been an accident, but he could do nothing.

-Flavia Cornelia, I am sorry, but if I try to cover this, I will be held responsible for Titus death. I have to report this to the Consul.

-I understand your duty Marcus. Let me get dressed and I will go with you.

She immediately understood and accepted she was totally lost.

The consul was Publius Septimio he was corrut, maen and hated her. He had been rejected several times in his requests for sex with Flavia and had not forgotten the humiliation. Now he had the perfect excuse to take revenge.
One hour later they were in front of him. He was a flabby and weak man and his smile proclaimed how pleased he was.

-I am deeply sorry Flavia, but a nephew of the Caesar, a military high rank officer has died strangled by you and I have no other option than condemn you to death!

Flavia was very scared, but she was a patrician dame and was not to give this scoundrel the satisfaction to see her begging. She will die like the lady she was, she decided.

-You know it was an accident Publius, but if you see no other possibility, I accept your ruling.
-I am grateful for your acceptance and submission Flavia. You are a noble woman and a Roman citizen. So, you will be beheaded in private. Of course, after three or four days of been painfully tortured and gang raped by some men of Titu´s Legion.

Marcus could not hide his shock and how much he despised such outrageous sentence.

Flavia managed to keep her poise in spite of her terror.

-On the other hand, I think you deserve crucifixion and would really look good naked on a cross…

Flavia´s attention was immediately caught by the word crucifixion and in spite of her terror felt her sex stir.


-I could, if you waive your privileges, charge Marcus with crucifying you. - continued Publius - You will be slightly scourged first, we won´t like to spoil such a beautiful body, of course!
Then you will be nailed and suffer for several hours until Sun set. At that time Marcus could kill you with his pilum perhaps. That would save you days of suffering.

-I bet you would like to see me naked on a cross! Wouldn’t you Publius?
-Well, I can´t deny I would certainly like to see how gorgeous you would look on a cross!
-Do I have your word I will be killed at Sun set and I won´t be let to suffer for days on my cross?
-Of course dear Flavia. And the centurion here has witnessed my promise and will be be in charge of carrying out my orders!

Flavia considered her options for a brief time. The pain will be much, much worse in days of torture and rape than during hours on the cross. Of course the humiliation of being publicly crucified would be huge, but her kinky mind found exciting that outcome…

-All right. I accept crucifixion on those terms!

 

[Loxuru]

Debauchery and honour in the Roman Empire's upper class! I love the way, Flavia takes it!
Good start, Carlos!

 

[carloscruz]

II

-Very good them! But one more condition: Once you are crucified you will recognize the justice of your sentence!
-All right. I will, but I want to go home to take a bath and prepare myself properly for my execution.
-Agreed. Marcus go with her and be sure she is in the amphitheater´s dungeons by Sunrise.
-Your orders will be carried out Sir – Marcus acknowledged.

After that the Consul called his secretaries and they wrote down the her statement and made official the sentence.
Soon, they were on their way to Flavia´s domus.
At the next corner, they crossed with Titu´s funeral cortege. A cohort of his Legion was carrying his body on a open litter.
Before leaving her home, Marcus had sent instructions to the Legion´s camp to this effect.
Titus corpse was now dressed in full armor with his helmet at his side.
When Flavia saw him, she went to the litter sobbing. Marcus made a signal to the soldiers carrying the litter to stop.
Flavia went to him and tenderly kissed his hand.

-Titus, my Love, I am so sorry! – she cried – soon I will go to meet you in the Hades!

They procession continued and Flavia said:

-You know Marcus? I think in a weird way, he was the only man I really loved. I think in the end it is just fair I follow him!
-It was just bad luck Milady. Don´t be hard with yourself. You are going to pay a very high price and you don´t deserve it!
-Ah Marcus, you are a good man! Titus always talked most fondly of you. He really appreciated you!
-Yes, he distinguished me with his friendship. We fought many battles together and he was a good commander and a good man.

When they arrived to her mansion Flavia was met at the door by the young Aurelia, her most trusted slave.

-Oh Mistress, a group of legionaries came and took Master Titus. He was dead! – she blurted out in distress.
-I know Aurelia. I killed him by accident and because of that, I will be crucified tomorrow.
-What? Crucified? You? – she exclaimed bursting in more shocked tears.
-Yes. And don´t you worry my darling. You all will be all right. The blame is only mine and you belong to my husband. You have nothing to be afraid of.
-But you, crucified!
-Well, it´s the way it is. Now prepare a bath for me, please.

Still sobbing Aurelia went to take care of her mistress instructions.
Later when she was inside the hot tub, she sent Aurelia to summon Marcus.
When he entered the bath room, he averted his eyes troubled by her nakedness.

-Markus, don´t be shy. You will see plenty of my body tomorrow; you and the whole town! Come here now. You are a gentle man and Titu´s best friend. Would you keep me company tonight? I want you to tell me how is going to happen. You are going to kill me, but I want you to make love to me now. Oh Marcus, I ´m so frightened!

She had to ask him for a while, but in the end, he accepted and disrobed. He was an attractive man in a rough way. His fit body showed many scars from old wars.

He went into the hot water and Flavia embraced him. Soon, his barriers dropped, they were kissing and he tenderly took her for the first time.
In the bathtub and later in her alcove, she made him explain to her in detail how he was going to crucify her. Step by step.

Well before dawn she asked him to prepare her and select what she should wear.
Instead of the typical subligaculum, he advised for more resistant loincloth and a simple tunic that could be removed easily from her upper body, leaving her torso nude, with no strophia to support her breasts.

Aurelia had been mounting guard outside the room the whole night and Flavia asked her to find a suitable garment for her and to bring what Marcus told her it was needed.
Once she came with the items, she asked Marcus:

-Dress me Marcus, my friend and executioner.
-Oh please, milady, don´t say that! You know I hate my orders!
-Yes Marcus! How thoughtless and inconsiderate of me my friend! Please excuse me! I know you will have to do a very disgusting duty! But think that it would be much, much worse for me if it weren´t you who is going to crucify me! I am so glad it´s is you!
Again, please excuse me and help me.

Still reluctant, he made her stand and went to her. Both of them naked and standing very close, face to face.
He first took a length of rope and tied it around her waist. Next, he tied an expensive white cotton cloth to the front of the rope and with her hard cock getting into the way embraced her and slid the knot around the rope until it rested hanging over her bum.
He reached with his hand between her thighs grabbing the cloth, covered her sex with it and pull it up tight knotting it at the waist rope at the front.
Flavia was wet and breathing hard by now.
He reached around her one more time and taking her ass cheeks, pulled them apart so the cloth got buried in her bum crack.
He fought hard his desire to remove the cloth and get himself inside her one more time, but the time was short.
She kissed him hard for a long time, still flushed and looking into his eyes, she took a step back and slid her tunic over her head. She was now ready with the addition of simple sandals.

-Let´s go! Take me to my destiny before I lose my courage Marcus!

He just nodded sadly and got dressed while Flavia gave Aurelia a bag full of silver denarius.

-Aurelia take this just in case I need to pay for something. And please, come with me. Try to stay with as long as they allow you to.
-Nothing will make me part from you Mistress, if necessary, I will ask for a cross next to yours Milady!
-Don´t talk nonsense girl. But thanks, you are a good girl a very dear to me.

Soon they were walking the almost empty streets. Two legionaries had showed up according to the Centurion previous instructions and led the way for the three of them with torches.
When they reached the jail, the head warden was waiting for them at the gate.

-I will take her from here Primus Pilum. – he said.
-All right. Make sure she is well treated and her maid stays with her outside her cell.
-It will be done. Don´t worry. I don´t wish the lady any more harm…

Markus left and the gaoler led the two women down into the basements of Italica´s amphitheater. They reached a corridor of cells, like cages, made of iron bars.
One of them was occupied by a man who looked at her in awe.
The warden pointed to him and explained:

-He will be crucified tomorrow too. But we will take him only after you are on your cross. The Consul doesn´t want to distract the mob´s attention from you. But he will end up in a cross next to yours Milady.

Flavia looked at the man with curiosity. He didn´t look like a criminal. In fact, he was reasonably good looking.
The jailer held open the door of the contiguous cell and Flavia entered. He closed the door and left in a respectful silence.
Aurelia sat by her mistress cell ready to wait.

-Excuse me Milady – said humbly the other prisoner – I know who you are. Rumors are the only thing we have here. Let me tell you how sorry I am for your destiny. You don´t deserve the pain and the humiliation of the cross. Me, yes. I am scum, but you!
-Thank you for your words. But the fact is that I killed a man. I didn´t intended to, but I was careless. What is your name?
-Carolus, dame Flavia.
-Again, thank you Carolus.- turning to Aurelia she continued – Aurelia go to the jailer and tell him to immediately prepare a bath and get this man cleaned. Tell him also to send for wine. Good wine. Tell him that if he complies quickly enough, he will receive one denarius and part of the wine.

Aurelia left to carry out her lady´s orders and very soon two men came and took the other prisoner away. In twenty minutes, he was back totally clean and wearing a new simple tunic.

-Thank you very much lady Flavia, that felt good! – he said while a jailer gave Aurelia a big amphora of good Gades wine and three wooden cups.
-I gave them another amphora and one denarius Mistress – explained Aurelia.
-Thank you my dear. And you, Carolus, disrobe – Flavia said turning to the other captive.
-What? – he said in disbelief.

Carolus looked at her amazed for a second and them looked away.

-Camon! Don´t be shy! We are going to spend most of what is left of our lives naked togheter! Disrobe, soon will be dawn!

He obeyed at last and stood on her cell displaying a rock-hard erection. He didn´t look bad at all now that he was clean. – Flavia reflected.

-Not bad! - She laughed – By the gods, I must be getting crazy! Come closer and put your dick between the bars.

He obeyed, still in a daze and she grabbed her cock with her hands while pushing her pear-shaped breasts as much as she could into the other cell.

-Touch me as much as you can Carolus. Tomorrow my body will be of no use. Again, you have been noble and kind to me. I want you to enjoy me while there is time. – she said while caressing and stroking his penis.

She was too beautiful to be disregarded and soon he was caressing and fondling her body with enthusiasm and joy, still not fully believing is luck!
Very soon his sex sent a powerful jet of sperm against Flavia´s left breast who received it laughing.

-I... I… I´m sorry Milady! - stuttered Carolus ashamed.
-Don´t be, that was the idea!

Aurelia, surprisingly, had a wet cloth ready and passed it through the bars to Flavia.

-Aurelia you are incredible! – she said while cleaning herself and giving it to Carolus so he could do likewise.

A minute later, as they were donning her tunics again, the door of the corridor opened and the chief jailer said to Flavia:

-Lady Flavia it´s time. Marcus is waiting for you upstairs!

 

[Loxuru]

All right. I will, but I want to go home to take a bath and prepare myself properly for my execution.
-Agreed. Marcus go with her and be sure she is in the amphitheater´s dungeons by Sunrise.
-Your orders will be carried out Sir – Marcus acknowledged.

Wow! Flavia on her way to her crucifixion, with a real 'stiff upper lip'.

But the consul should be more careful, when allowing her to take a bath! Something with 'hot bath' and 'cutting wrists'!. He would better have sent a guard to survey her in the bathroom.

Anyway, I wonder how Flavia will behave when she meets her cross, and the reality for her to come!

 

[carloscruz]

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III


Flavia felt her stomach tightening and a tremor went down her spine.
Aurelia let out a heartbroken sob.

-Dame Flavia, I wish I could be executed twice so you could be spared!
-I know Carolus, and I appreciate it. Instead, I expect your support when we are on our crosses later.
-You will. But you don´t need it. You will die well. Thanks again for your generosity!

Flavia turned around and left the cell climbing the stairs followed by Aurelia.
On top of them, Marcus was waiting for her. He was in full armor and alone.

-How soon my friend! I am terrified. I hope you will help me to maintain my composure.
-You know I will do my best milady – he said bowing.
-Marcus, you knew about Titus and me and the kind of deviant relationship we had. I don´t want to die and, again, I am very scared, but I also feel other things.
Don´t think bad of me, but the idea of being exposed naked on a cross also excites me.
-You don´t have to explain yourself milady. I wouldn´t dare to judge you for such a small matter!
-Thanks, but since you will be in charge of my execution, I want you to know. I will try to endure my punishment concentrating in living my pervert fantasies. I hope that will help me. And, most probably, I will need your help…and knowing that you know, will help to maintain my arousal.
-Oh, I see…
-Yes. When we look at each other, we both will know what I am thinking. We will be thinking of last night and we will also know that I am excited because my humiliation and punishment…Or, at least, that is what I hope!

Marcus looked at her admiring her spirit and her beauty. He felt unable to speak, so he just nodded.
At that moment two legionaries arrived reporting:

-It´s is time Centurion. The Consul is already on his balcony.

Flavia planted a short but intense kiss on his mouth and said:

-I am ready, take me. Let´s get over with it!
-Wait a moment Mistress, I made this for you! – Said Aurelia presenting Flavia with a crown of threaded flowers.
-Oh, thank you Aurelia, it is beautiful! – answered Flavia taking the crown and putting it on her head.
-You are so beautiful – whispered Marcus with intensity.
-Thanks both of you – said the condemned matron putting herself between the two legionaries and starting to walk towards the prison gates, now open.
The legionaries followed her, but let her lead while Marcus and Aurelia marched after them, Aurelia closing the small procession.

Flavia Cornelia was stunned when she came out of the gates of the amphitheater dungeons.
Most of the Italica´s population seemed to have come to see her suffer and die.
She was able, with an effort, to maintain her poise.
I was late spring in the south of Hispania, the Sun shined and the temperature was perfect. Perfect for being naked nailed on wood! Reflected Flavia as she kept walking towards the center of the square.
There a single post had been erected.

-Stop! – ordered Marcus as they went out of the jail – Let her walk by herself! – And they obeyed and watched Flavia walk alone to the post.
The audience had roared her approval when she appeared at the gate, but now the shouts and catcalls started to diminish as the lone and proud woman walked to the whipping post.
She reached it and noticed a wooden patibulum on the ground close. She also saw a titulum that red
“FLAVIA Murderess and Whore” and three big iron nails. She had told Marcus she wanted her feet nailed together to the front of her cross.
She suppressed a sigh of anguish and turned around facing the presiding balcony. There, sat Publius and his entourage.
The silence was now complete
The Consul´s face was a mask of lust, hate and anticipation.
Flavia felt grateful for that. She will draw her strength from the contempt she felt for him.
She looked at his fat figure and said in a loud voice:

-Hail Publius Septimio! What a beautiful day! Shall we begin the entertainment? – She was surprised her voice had not quivered.

The crowd roared pleased with her nerve. It was going to be good entertainment indeed!
Flavia reflected that she shouldn´t overdo her hand with the Consul. He still could let her stay alive for days on the cross.
Publius forced a smile and raised his hand signaling his approval.
At this Marcus, his men and Aurelia began to walk to the pole. Flavia also saw with the corner of her eye a figure detaching from public at the side. It was a big man with a whip on his hand.
She did her best to hide her fear and released the shoulder clasps of her tunic. It felt leaving her torso nude, her breast now quivering free.
The public shouted its approval while she turned around and went to the post.
Her robe held at her waist by a belt of cords.
She pressed her body against the wood. The pole wasn´t very thick and her tits went one at each side, the roughness of the wood scraping the tender flesh.
The man with the whip took her wrists and fastened them with a rope to a metal ring on the post, high over her head.
Aurelia had made her hair up, out of the way for the day´s events and her back was now completely exposed.
The whipper took his position behind her as Marcus stood at the front, where she could look at him. She took a deep breath looking eyes with him and waited for the first stroke.
She was resolved to endure her punishment with the help of her pride, her hate for the Consul and Marcus silent support. And her submissive fantasies!
We all have to die one day, she told herself, and I have killed Titus. Besides I am lucky because I will die leaving my widest and pervert dreams!

At that moment, the whip hissed and she felt a lighting of pain on her back, curling around her body and reaching the side of her right breast.

She gasped in agony, but suppressed a cry that died on her throat.
Immediately, more whiplashes followed,
She pressed her body harder against the wood while keeping her gaze on Marcus's eyes. He had an unreadable blank expression, but she could read his distress.
The pain was blinding as the leather crisscrossed her back and the sides of her breasts up to her nipples. She bitted her lips so she won´t ask for mercy, and after an eternity the 39th. lash fell on her shoulders and the executioner stopped lying down his whip.

It was time to take her patibulum.

 

[thehangingtree]

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Much to read at one time...

 

[Blue]

Hang in there @carloscruz it’s a good story!

 

[Loxuru]

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Go on, please, Carlos! It is a good story.

 

[Wragg]

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Take courage... you're only just getting to the climax, if that's the word I want.

So far, I'm engaged and fully enjoying it!

 

[carloscruz]

IV

One of his men handed Marcus a canteen and he walked to the post.

-Drink this! It´s a blend of herbs we use in the Army. It will help with the pain…and the arousal. – He said with a detached voice.

She drank profusely while recovering. As Publius had instructed, they had used just a leather whip with her, not the terrible flagrum. There was almost no blood on her back, still it hurt a lot.
When she was done, he passed the canteen back to his men.

– Keep it. We will give her more later.

Now he Flavia´s left breast with his right hand squeezing hard.
Flavia winced in pain and surprise.

-Now I am going to take you to be crucified. And we want you to give a nice show to this good people that came to have a good time. I want you to carry in shame your patibulum and to flaunt your tits for them like the slut you are!
You will keep your tunic for the first part, but later I will leave you just your loincloth. They are entitled to see more of you!

Flavia felt his harsh words like a slap on her face. Why this sudden change of attitude? Flavia looked at him in disbelief. At that moment she saw his eyes change as the grip on her breast loosened and took the quality of a tender caress on the underside of her tit.

She suddenly understood and read a lot of things in his eyes.
He was helping her as best as he could. She couldn´t be saved, but as she as requested, he could help her to live the ultimate experience; Her fantasy of being executed for the sexual pleasure of others!

Grateful she smiled to him and spoke.

-Yes, Primus Pilum, take me to be crucified!

She saw on his face the great relief that she had understood.
He quickly untied her and the two legionaries put her patibulum on her shoulders.
Next the shameful titulum that will preside her cross, over her naked body, was hung from her neck. It came below her breasts, hiding nothing.

-Do we need to tie you, condemned?

Flavia, for a second, flinched at the word, he had called her also slut a moment ago! But quickly she remembered their new game. Switching to her deviant side she answered.

-No Centurion. I have accepted my sentence and I will cooperate. But if you wish to tie me…
-Not for the moment. Perhaps later. Now walk!

One of the legionaries took the lead and she followed suit. The other legionary after her, Marcus and last Aurelia formed her small crucifixion procession.
The first steps were very difficult. The beam was heavy and the wood chaffed her flogged shoulders, but soon she got a rhythm and left the forum behind. Publius stayed there drinking on his balcony.
Part of the people that had attended her whipping had quickly left the forum in order to get the best places on the execution grounds, just outside the city.
Many others wanted to witness her via crucis and moved along the streets she walked on her way to the cross.
Many of them were just happy to see the humiliation and suffering of a noble patrician and loudly insulted her but, to her surprise, many others were supportive and spoke encouraging words to Flavia.
When she could, she answered those with:

-Thank you, but I deserve this.

She was switching as much as she could to the sick part of her mind that found sexual pleasure in her humiliation and pain.
She had accepted, as much as she could, her death and torture and was ready to offer herself to the populace; for their pleasure and hers!

Carrying the patibulum on her shoulder was a shameful way of cooperating on her own execution. But she found now this notion quite arousing.

-Stop! This is bothering you and it has to come off anyway. – said Marcus grabbing her tunic and sliding it down to her ankles.

It was true that it had come loose at her waist and was threatening to make her trip and fall. Still finding herself wearing just her loincloth in the middle of the street, was deeply humiliating. But soon, she reflected, she will be stark naked, so Flaviashe steped out of her tunic and kept walking.
Aurelia took the garment.
Her mistress turned this new shame in pleasure when she saw how much lust she could alight in the audience.
She continued her walk of shame towards the crucifixion grounds feeling her arousal increasing.
In fact, she was wet and her juices were mixing in her loincloth with Marcus sperm sipping out from her pussy.

She kept looking from time to time into the eyes of the onlookers. In some of them, both men and women, she saw a strange look. First, she couldn´t believe it, but in the end, she reached the conclusion that it was envy!
Some of them shared her weird inclinations. They wanted to be in her place!
And perhaps some of them will, someday!
This was what she needed to stoke, even more, her internal fires in anticipation of the events to come.
Her feelings were now very intense, Flavia could now relax a little, forget her pride, loosen her composure and enjoy the way she was giving herself to the plebs.

Now they reached the city gate and, not very far away she saw several stipes.
She gaped, her terror returning. In one of those vertical poles, she will soon be dying.

-Ah, here you are at last my dear Flavia! And how delectable you look in loincloth with your patibulum!

It was the Consul´s voice. She came out of her reverie and saw him on his litter, surrounded by other officials on its owns and some officers on horseback.

-Now that you are in sight of your final destination, won´t be convenient if you walk your last steps on earth already nailed on your patibulum? – Publius continued with a smirk.

Flavia looked at him. One thing was to surrender her pride for the common people and other to give this scoundrel the same satisfaction.

-But, of course my dear Consul. What a nice idea! – she answered proud and defiant again. – Marcus, would you help me on this please? – she said turning to the Primus Pilum.

She had the satisfaction of seeing admiration on his face while he ordered his men:

-Take her patibulum and put it on the ground.

They obeyed and she looked at Marcus for guidance. He took two spikes and a hammer from the bag one of his men carried. She stood there instinctively covering her boobs. She could feel her nipples hardening.

-Lie here and stretch your arms Milay. – the centurion said.

She obeyed, exposed again and forever. She saw pain and hesitation on Marcus when he kneeled beside her.
In a whisper she said:

-It has to be done. Make it quick, my friend!

He nodded and asked:

-Shall we tie you?
-No need, I won´t move! – she answered not sure of her bravado.

She locked her eyes on Publius´ and waited for the nail to go through her.
She felt the point of the nail pressing on her wrists and slightly piercing her skin.
When the blow came, she arched her back and gasped as a blinding pain took her whole body and tears filled her eyes. But somehow, she was able to keep her arms in place and her eyes on Publius eyes.
She felt exhilarated when she saw how disappointed he was at her courage.
This reinforced her determination to die well, and made her to forget a little her pain.
Marcus continued with her nailing without waiting for a second and soon he moved to her right arm. Very quickly she was securely fastened to her patibulum.
She looked left to right seeing the huge nails protruding from her ruined wrists.
Marcus had the canteen again in his left hand and cradling her head with his right made her drink a good deal of liquid.

-Drink. We made it very strong. So much that it will kill you in a few hours, but that it doesn´t matter with you. It will help you a lot, believe me!

She thanked him and asked:

-Help me to stand!

The legionaries took each side of the beam and Marcus took her legs.
With great care they made her stand and, with her arms, kept the patibulum in a position that minimized the stress on her arms.
She took several deep breaths until she was able to ask.

-Winch one is mine?
-The first stipe on the right. – Marcus answered.
-All right – she said starting to walk slowly towards her pole.
(This is an idea I borrowed from @CruxGirl )

The soldiers carefully went with, keeping her pace. The public was silent now and her labored breaths could be heard easily.
The distance was short, and she hurried up as much as she could.
When she was almost at the base at of what was going to become her cross, she said:

-Marcus, please remove my loincloth. I guess I should be naked from here, isn´t it?
-Yes Flavia – he answered getting at her side and unknotting her waist´s rope. He carefully removed the cloth from her crotch and hold it against his breastplate.
-Would you like to keep it?
-It will be an honor. I will keep it with me until the day I die.
Flavia smiled sadly and told the legionaries. - Now turn me around, please.

They did slowly and next she backed up until she felt on her back and buttocks the roughness of the pole.

-Get the stairs! – Marcus ordered. - pointing to the ones that had been prepared in advance and lied on the ground nearby.

Immediately, the two ladders were positioned at the side of the stipe and the legionaries holding the beam climbed slowly until they were holding Flavia´s patibulum with their arms stretching down.

-My titulum…- Flavia said and Marcus hurried to remove it from her neck.

Now she was stark naked, facing the mob with her arms nailed.
She took several deep breaths knowing they will be her last ones and thinking that her feet were about to leave the ground forever.
The silence was still complete.

-All right, I am ready. Get me up. Crucify me! - She said in a firm voice.

 

[Wragg]

IV

One of his men handed Marcus a canteen and he walked to the post.

-Drink this! It´s a blend of herbs we use in the Army. It will help with the pain…and the arousal. – He said with a detached voice.

She drank profusely while recovering. As Publius had instructed, they had used just a leather whip with her, not the terrible flagrum. There was almost no blood on her back, still it hurt a lot.
When she was done, he passed the canteen back to his men.

– Keep it. We will give her more later.

Now he Flavia´s left breast with his right hand squeezing hard.
Flavia winced in pain and surprise.

-Now I am going to take you to be crucified. And we want you to give a nice show to this good people that came to have a good time. I want you to carry in shame your patibulum and to flaunt your tits for them like the slut you are!
You will keep your tunic for the first part, but later I will leave you just your loincloth. They are entitled to see more of you!

Flavia felt his harsh words like a slap on her face. Why this sudden change of attitude? Flavia looked at him in disbelief. At that moment she saw his eyes change as the grip on her breast loosened and took the quality of a tender caress on the underside of her tit.

She suddenly understood and read a lot of things in his eyes.
He was helping her as best as he could. She couldn´t be saved, but as she as requested, he could help her to live the ultimate experience; Her fantasy of being executed for the sexual pleasure of others!

Grateful she smiled to him and spoke.

-Yes, Primus Pilum, take me to be crucified!

She saw on his face the great relief that she had understood.
He quickly untied her and the two legionaries put her patibulum on her shoulders.
Next the shameful titulum that will preside her cross, over her naked body, was hung from her neck. It came below her breasts, hiding nothing.

-Do we need to tie you, condemned?

Flavia, for a second, flinched at the word, he had called her also slut a moment ago! But quickly she remembered their new game. Switching to her deviant side she answered.

-No Centurion. I have accepted my sentence and I will cooperate. But if you wish to tie me…
-Not for the moment. Perhaps later. Now walk!

One of the legionaries took the lead and she followed suit. The other legionary after her, Marcus and last Aurelia formed her small crucifixion procession.
The first steps were very difficult. The beam was heavy and the wood chaffed her flogged shoulders, but soon she got a rhythm and left the forum behind. Publius stayed there drinking on his balcony.
Part of the people that had attended her whipping had quickly left the forum in order to get the best places on the execution grounds, just outside the city.
Many others wanted to witness her via crucis and moved along the streets she walked on her way to the cross.
Many of them were just happy to see the humiliation and suffering of a noble patrician and loudly insulted her but, to her surprise, many others were supportive and spoke encouraging words to Flavia.
When she could, she answered those with:

-Thank you, but I deserve this.

She was switching as much as she could to the sick part of her mind that found sexual pleasure in her humiliation and pain.
She had accepted, as much as she could, her death and torture and was ready to offer herself to the populace; for their pleasure and hers!

Carrying the patibulum on her shoulder was a shameful way of cooperating on her own execution. But she found now this notion quite arousing.

-Stop! This is bothering you and it has to come off anyway. – said Marcus grabbing her tunic and sliding it down to her ankles.

It was true that it had come loose at her waist and was threatening to make her trip and fall. Still finding herself wearing just her loincloth in the middle of the street, was deeply humiliating. But soon, she reflected, she will be stark naked, so Flaviashe steped out of her tunic and kept walking.
Aurelia took the garment.
Her mistress turned this new shame in pleasure when she saw how much lust she could alight in the audience.
She continued her walk of shame towards the crucifixion grounds feeling her arousal increasing.
In fact, she was wet and her juices were mixing in her loincloth with Marcus sperm sipping out from her pussy.

She kept looking from time to time into the eyes of the onlookers. In some of them, both men and women, she saw a strange look. First, she couldn´t believe it, but in the end, she reached the conclusion that it was envy!
Some of them shared her weird inclinations. They wanted to be in her place!
And perhaps some of them will, someday!
This was what she needed to stoke, even more, her internal fires in anticipation of the events to come.
Her feelings were now very intense, Flavia could now relax a little, forget her pride, loosen her composure and enjoy the way she was giving herself to the plebs.

Now they reached the city gate and, not very far away she saw several stipes.
She gaped, her terror returning. In one of those vertical poles, she will soon be dying.

-Ah, here you are at last my dear Flavia! And how delectable you look in loincloth with your patibulum!

It was the Consul´s voice. She came out of her reverie and saw him on his litter, surrounded by other officials on its owns and some officers on horseback.

-Now that you are in sight of your final destination, won´t be convenient if you walk your last steps on earth already nailed on your patibulum? – Publius continued with a smirk.

Flavia looked at him. One thing was to surrender her pride for the common people and other to give this scoundrel the same satisfaction.

-But, of course my dear Consul. What a nice idea! – she answered proud and defiant again. – Marcus, would you help me on this please? – she said turning to the Primus Pilum.

She had the satisfaction of seeing admiration on his face while he ordered his men:

-Take her patibulum and put it on the ground.

They obeyed and she looked at Marcus for guidance. He took two spikes and a hammer from the bag one of his men carried. She stood there instinctively covering her boobs. She could feel her nipples hardening.

-Lie here and stretch your arms Milay. – the centurion said.

She obeyed, exposed again and forever. She saw pain and hesitation on Marcus when he kneeled beside her.
In a whisper she said:

-It has to be done. Make it quick, my friend!

He nodded and asked:

-Shall we tie you?
-No need, I won´t move! – she answered not sure of her bravado.

She locked her eyes on Publius´ and waited for the nail to go through her.
She felt the point of the nail pressing on her wrists and slightly piercing her skin.
When the blow came, she arched her back and gasped as a blinding pain took her whole body and tears filled her eyes. But somehow, she was able to keep her arms in place and her eyes on Publius eyes.
She felt exhilarated when she saw how disappointed he was at her courage.
This reinforced her determination to die well, and made her to forget a little her pain.
Marcus continued with her nailing without waiting for a second and soon he moved to her right arm. Very quickly she was securely fastened to her patibulum.
She looked left to right seeing the huge nails protruding from her ruined wrists.
Marcus had the canteen again in his left hand and cradling her head with his right made her drink a good deal of liquid.

-Drink. We made it very strong. So much that it will kill you in a few hours, but that it doesn´t matter with you. It will help you a lot, believe me!

She thanked him and asked:

-Help me to stand!

The legionaries took each side of the beam and Marcus took her legs.
With great care they made her stand and, with her arms, kept the patibulum in a position that minimized the stress on her arms.
She took several deep breaths until she was able to ask.

-Winch one is mine?
-The first stipe on the right. – Marcus answered.
-All right – she said starting to walk slowly towards her pole.
(This is an idea I borrowed from @CruxGirl )

The soldiers carefully went with, keeping her pace. The public was silent now and her labored breaths could be heard easily.
The distance was short, and she hurried up as much as she could.
When she was almost at the base at of what was going to become her cross, she said:

-Marcus, please remove my loincloth. I guess I should be naked from here, isn´t it?
-Yes Flavia – he answered getting at her side and unknotting her waist´s rope. He carefully removed the cloth from her crotch and hold it against his breastplate.
-Would you like to keep it?
-It will be an honor. I will keep it with me until the day I die.
Flavia smiled sadly and told the legionaries. - Now turn me around, please.

They did slowly and next she backed up until she felt on her back and buttocks the roughness of the pole.

-Get the stairs! – Marcus ordered. - pointing to the ones that had been prepared in advance and lied on the ground nearby.

Immediately, the two ladders were positioned at the side of the stipe and the legionaries holding the beam climbed slowly until they were holding Flavia´s patibulum with their arms stretching down.

-My titulum…- Flavia said and Marcus hurried to remove it from her neck.

Now she was stark naked, facing the mob with her arms nailed.
She took several deep breaths knowing they will be her last ones and thinking that her feet were about to leave the ground forever.
The silence was still complete.

-All right, I am ready. Get me up. Crucify me! - She said in a firm voice.

You've really got this, Carlos - you know how to crucify a woman!

 

[piraland]

IV

One of his men handed Marcus a canteen and he walked to the post.

-Drink this! It´s a blend of herbs we use in the Army. It will help with the pain…and the arousal. – He said with a detached voice.

She drank profusely while recovering. As Publius had instructed, they had used just a leather whip with her, not the terrible flagrum. There was almost no blood on her back, still it hurt a lot.
When she was done, he passed the canteen back to his men.

– Keep it. We will give her more later.

Now he Flavia´s left breast with his right hand squeezing hard.
Flavia winced in pain and surprise.

-Now I am going to take you to be crucified. And we want you to give a nice show to this good people that came to have a good time. I want you to carry in shame your patibulum and to flaunt your tits for them like the slut you are!
You will keep your tunic for the first part, but later I will leave you just your loincloth. They are entitled to see more of you!

Flavia felt his harsh words like a slap on her face. Why this sudden change of attitude? Flavia looked at him in disbelief. At that moment she saw his eyes change as the grip on her breast loosened and took the quality of a tender caress on the underside of her tit.

She suddenly understood and read a lot of things in his eyes.
He was helping her as best as he could. She couldn´t be saved, but as she as requested, he could help her to live the ultimate experience; Her fantasy of being executed for the sexual pleasure of others!

Grateful she smiled to him and spoke.

-Yes, Primus Pilum, take me to be crucified!

She saw on his face the great relief that she had understood.
He quickly untied her and the two legionaries put her patibulum on her shoulders.
Next the shameful titulum that will preside her cross, over her naked body, was hung from her neck. It came below her breasts, hiding nothing.

-Do we need to tie you, condemned?

Flavia, for a second, flinched at the word, he had called her also slut a moment ago! But quickly she remembered their new game. Switching to her deviant side she answered.

-No Centurion. I have accepted my sentence and I will cooperate. But if you wish to tie me…
-Not for the moment. Perhaps later. Now walk!

One of the legionaries took the lead and she followed suit. The other legionary after her, Marcus and last Aurelia formed her small crucifixion procession.
The first steps were very difficult. The beam was heavy and the wood chaffed her flogged shoulders, but soon she got a rhythm and left the forum behind. Publius stayed there drinking on his balcony.
Part of the people that had attended her whipping had quickly left the forum in order to get the best places on the execution grounds, just outside the city.
Many others wanted to witness her via crucis and moved along the streets she walked on her way to the cross.
Many of them were just happy to see the humiliation and suffering of a noble patrician and loudly insulted her but, to her surprise, many others were supportive and spoke encouraging words to Flavia.
When she could, she answered those with:

-Thank you, but I deserve this.

She was switching as much as she could to the sick part of her mind that found sexual pleasure in her humiliation and pain.
She had accepted, as much as she could, her death and torture and was ready to offer herself to the populace; for their pleasure and hers!

Carrying the patibulum on her shoulder was a shameful way of cooperating on her own execution. But she found now this notion quite arousing.

-Stop! This is bothering you and it has to come off anyway. – said Marcus grabbing her tunic and sliding it down to her ankles.

It was true that it had come loose at her waist and was threatening to make her trip and fall. Still finding herself wearing just her loincloth in the middle of the street, was deeply humiliating. But soon, she reflected, she will be stark naked, so Flaviashe steped out of her tunic and kept walking.
Aurelia took the garment.
Her mistress turned this new shame in pleasure when she saw how much lust she could alight in the audience.
She continued her walk of shame towards the crucifixion grounds feeling her arousal increasing.
In fact, she was wet and her juices were mixing in her loincloth with Marcus sperm sipping out from her pussy.

She kept looking from time to time into the eyes of the onlookers. In some of them, both men and women, she saw a strange look. First, she couldn´t believe it, but in the end, she reached the conclusion that it was envy!
Some of them shared her weird inclinations. They wanted to be in her place!
And perhaps some of them will, someday!
This was what she needed to stoke, even more, her internal fires in anticipation of the events to come.
Her feelings were now very intense, Flavia could now relax a little, forget her pride, loosen her composure and enjoy the way she was giving herself to the plebs.

Now they reached the city gate and, not very far away she saw several stipes.
She gaped, her terror returning. In one of those vertical poles, she will soon be dying.

-Ah, here you are at last my dear Flavia! And how delectable you look in loincloth with your patibulum!

It was the Consul´s voice. She came out of her reverie and saw him on his litter, surrounded by other officials on its owns and some officers on horseback.

-Now that you are in sight of your final destination, won´t be convenient if you walk your last steps on earth already nailed on your patibulum? – Publius continued with a smirk.

Flavia looked at him. One thing was to surrender her pride for the common people and other to give this scoundrel the same satisfaction.

-But, of course my dear Consul. What a nice idea! – she answered proud and defiant again. – Marcus, would you help me on this please? – she said turning to the Primus Pilum.

She had the satisfaction of seeing admiration on his face while he ordered his men:

-Take her patibulum and put it on the ground.

They obeyed and she looked at Marcus for guidance. He took two spikes and a hammer from the bag one of his men carried. She stood there instinctively covering her boobs. She could feel her nipples hardening.

-Lie here and stretch your arms Milay. – the centurion said.

She obeyed, exposed again and forever. She saw pain and hesitation on Marcus when he kneeled beside her.
In a whisper she said:

-It has to be done. Make it quick, my friend!

He nodded and asked:

-Shall we tie you?
-No need, I won´t move! – she answered not sure of her bravado.

She locked her eyes on Publius´ and waited for the nail to go through her.
She felt the point of the nail pressing on her wrists and slightly piercing her skin.
When the blow came, she arched her back and gasped as a blinding pain took her whole body and tears filled her eyes. But somehow, she was able to keep her arms in place and her eyes on Publius eyes.
She felt exhilarated when she saw how disappointed he was at her courage.
This reinforced her determination to die well, and made her to forget a little her pain.
Marcus continued with her nailing without waiting for a second and soon he moved to her right arm. Very quickly she was securely fastened to her patibulum.
She looked left to right seeing the huge nails protruding from her ruined wrists.
Marcus had the canteen again in his left hand and cradling her head with his right made her drink a good deal of liquid.

-Drink. We made it very strong. So much that it will kill you in a few hours, but that it doesn´t matter with you. It will help you a lot, believe me!

She thanked him and asked:

-Help me to stand!

The legionaries took each side of the beam and Marcus took her legs.
With great care they made her stand and, with her arms, kept the patibulum in a position that minimized the stress on her arms.
She took several deep breaths until she was able to ask.

-Winch one is mine?
-The first stipe on the right. – Marcus answered.
-All right – she said starting to walk slowly towards her pole.
(This is an idea I borrowed from @CruxGirl )

The soldiers carefully went with, keeping her pace. The public was silent now and her labored breaths could be heard easily.
The distance was short, and she hurried up as much as she could.
When she was almost at the base at of what was going to become her cross, she said:

-Marcus, please remove my loincloth. I guess I should be naked from here, isn´t it?
-Yes Flavia – he answered getting at her side and unknotting her waist´s rope. He carefully removed the cloth from her crotch and hold it against his breastplate.
-Would you like to keep it?
-It will be an honor. I will keep it with me until the day I die.
Flavia smiled sadly and told the legionaries. - Now turn me around, please.

They did slowly and next she backed up until she felt on her back and buttocks the roughness of the pole.

-Get the stairs! – Marcus ordered. - pointing to the ones that had been prepared in advance and lied on the ground nearby.

Immediately, the two ladders were positioned at the side of the stipe and the legionaries holding the beam climbed slowly until they were holding Flavia´s patibulum with their arms stretching down.

-My titulum…- Flavia said and Marcus hurried to remove it from her neck.

Now she was stark naked, facing the mob with her arms nailed.
She took several deep breaths knowing they will be her last ones and thinking that her feet were about to leave the ground forever.
The silence was still complete.

-All right, I am ready. Get me up. Crucify me! - She said in a firm voice.

It's very good Carlos!

I imagine her, I see her!

She is magnificent !

 

[carloscruz]

Sorry, but I posted an old draft of the IV part. Here you have the correct end of the chapter. There are some changes and a dialog between our Flavia and the centurion.
Hope you like it.
And @CruxGirl, thanks for the like and for lending e such a brilliant idea!

End of part IV
...

Now they reached the city gate and, not very far away she saw several stipes.
She gaped, her terror returning. In one of those vertical poles, she will soon be dying.
When they got close, she saw more legionaries waiting by the poles.

-Ah, here you are at last my dear Flavia! And how delectable you look in loincloth, holding your patibulum!

It was the Consul´s voice. She came out of her reverie and saw him on his litter, surrounded by other officials on hand chairs and some officers on horseback.

-Now that you are in sight of your final destination, won´t be convenient if you walk your last steps on earth already nailed on your patibulum? – Publius continued with a smirk.

Flavia looked at him. One thing was to surrender her pride for the common people and other to give this scoundrel the same satisfaction.

-But, of course my dear Consul! Why not? – she answered proud and defiant again. – Marcus, would you help me on this please? – she said to the Primus Pilum.

She had the satisfaction of seeing admiration on his face while he ordered his men:

-Take her patibulum and put it on the ground.

They obeyed and she looked at Marcus for guidance. He took two spikes and a hammer from the bag one of his men carried. Flavia stood there instinctively covering her boobs. She could feel her nipples hardening.

-Lie here and stretch your arms Milady. – the centurion said.

She obeyed and lay down on the grass as Marcus had instructed. Exposed again and forever. She saw doubt, pain and hesitation on Marcus when he kneeled beside her.
In a whisper she said:

-It has to be done. Make it quick, my friend!

He nodded and asked:

-Shall we tie you?
-No need, I won´t move! – she answered not sure of her bravado.

She locked her eyes on Publius´ and waited for the nail to go through her.
She felt the point of the nail pressing on her wrists and slightly piercing her skin.
When the blow came, she arched her back and gasped as a blinding pain took her whole body and tears filled her eyes. But somehow, she was able to keep her arms in place and her eyes locked on Publius eyes.
She felt exhilarated when she saw how disappointed he was at her courage.
This reinforced her determination to die well, and made her to forget a little her pain.
Marcus continued with her nailing without waiting for a second and soon he moved to her right arm. Very quickly she was securely fastened to her patibulum.
She looked left to right seeing the huge nails protruding from her ruined wrists.
Marcus had the canteen again in his left hand and cradling her head with his right made her drink a good deal of liquid.

-Drink. We made it very strong. So much that it will kill you in a few hours, but that it doesn´t matter with you. It will help you a lot, believe me!

She thanked him and asked:

-Help me to stand!

The legionaries took each side of the beam and Marcus took her by her waist;
With great care they made her stand and, with her arms, kept the patibulum in a position that minimized the stress on her arms.
She took several deep breaths until she was able to ask.

-Winch one is mine?
-The first stipe on the right. – Marcus answered.
-All right – she said starting to walk slowly towards her pole.
(This is an idea I borrowed from @CruxGirl )

The soldiers carefully went with, keeping her pace. The public was silent now and her labored breaths could be heard easily.
The distance was short, and she hurried up as much as she could.
When she was almost at the base at of what was going to become her cross, she said:

-Marcus, please remove my loincloth. I guess I should be naked from here, isn´t it?
-Yes Flavia – he answered getting at her side and unknotting her waist´s rope. He carefully removed the cloth from her crotch and hold it against his breastplate.
-Would you like to have it?
-It will be an honor. I will keep it with me until the day I die.
Flavia smiled sadly and told the legionaries. - Now turn me around, please.

They did slowly and next she backed up until she felt on her back and buttocks the roughness of the pole.

-Get the stairs! – Marcus ordered. - pointing to the ones that had been prepared in advance and lied on the ground nearby.

Immediately, the two ladders were positioned at the side of the stipe and the legionaries holding the beam climbed slowly until they were holding Flavia´s patibulum with their arms stretching down.

-My titulum…- Flavia said and Marcus hurried to remove it from her neck.

Now she was stark naked, facing the mob with her arms nailed.
She didn´t look directly, but she was conscious of the crowd and Publius among them.

-Oh, Marcus, I am so afraid! - she whispered to Marcus. He was standing very close to her. Wishing to unsheathe his gladium, kill the Consul on the spot and save this incredible woman.
Instead, he steeled himself to remain in place.

-Promise me you will kill me today! – she continued.
-Those are my written orders, and you have my word I will!
-Oh gods, help me! I will wail like a little girl; I will completely disgrace myself in the cross! – she cried in anguish.
-No, the potion it´s already doing his work.
And no, you won´t. You will die well, you have more courage in you, Dame Flavia Cornelia, than a whole cohort of my men!

She conveyed her gratitude to him with a look. Then, she took several deep breaths knowing they will be her last ones and thinking that her feet were about to leave the ground forever.
The silence was still complete.
-All right, I am ready. Get me up. Crucify me! - She said in a firm voice.

 

[CruxGirl]

Beautiful story, carloscruz. And thanks for referencing me.

 

[carloscruz]

Beautiful story, carloscruz. And thanks for referencing me.

I am very happy you are enjoying it CruxGirl.
You know how much I like your stories, really.
And it was in one of your post where I read about girls alrady nailed on their beams hurrying up to get to their respective stipes. What pwerful and exciting image!

 

[nicole]

When Flavia opened her eyes after crying out her climax, she immediately realized he was dead. And, of course, this meant she was as dead as him!


Flavia Cornelia was a respected matron from one of the best patrician families of Italica, the residential city close to Hispalis.
She was 42 and still one of the most beautiful and desired ladies of Hispania.
She had been married since she was 16 and had two sons.
Her husband, been patrician and a general on the legions, had been away most of their lives. Her sons too. One serving under his father in Germania and the other pursuing his cursum honorum in Rome.

Bored she had taken two or three lovers in the past, but none was really satisfying.
Then, Titus arrived. He was a handsome military tribune, a nephew of the Emperor (Several Roman Emperors were born in Italica. Trajan and Hadrian among them).
He was ten years younger than her but he was totally different from the othres. Soon after his arrival, they were passionate lovers.

Since she could remember, weird fantasies had occupied her mind. She had kept them secret but Titus shocked her when he openly talked about his own tastes and she realized they were so similar to hers.
They started exploring a kinky and pervert world. They tied and flogged each other, always ending in wild lovemaking.

One day, some months into their relationship, they had witnessed together the crucifixion of three men and two women and had been highly excited by the event.
The next day he got a cross, settle it in a secluded room at her domus, and they started experimenting with it.
That day she had experienced her most intense orgasm ever, while tied naked on the cross with Titus eating hungrily her cunt. It was a hellish heaven!

But now Titus was dead. Naked, tied to the triclinium with a cord around his neck and his still erect penis deep inside her.
He had requested her to strangled him while she rode his cock. It wasn´t the first time, but today, when she he spurted inside her, she came hard and she removed the cord, he was dead.

She briefly considered if something could be done to hide what had just happened, but soon reached the conclusion that nothing could be done.
Just outside the door his escort was waiting for him. They were three men: Marcus his most trusted centurion and two legionaries.

So, she disentangled herself from him, covered her body with a tunic and called Marcus.
He knew what they were doing and was aware of his master´s tastes. He agreed with her it has been an accident, but he could do nothing.

-Flavia Cornelia, I am sorry, but if I try to cover this, I will be held responsible for Titus death. I have to report this to the Consul.

-I understand your duty Marcus. Let me get dressed and I will go with you.

She immediately understood and accepted she was totally lost.

The consul was Publius Septimio he was corrut, maen and hated her. He had been rejected several times in his requests for sex with Flavia and had not forgotten the humiliation. Now he had the perfect excuse to take revenge.
One hour later they were in front of him. He was a flabby and weak man and his smile proclaimed how pleased he was.

-I am deeply sorry Flavia, but a nephew of the Caesar, a military high rank officer has died strangled by you and I have no other option than condemn you to death!

Flavia was very scared, but she was a patrician dame and was not to give this scoundrel the satisfaction to see her begging. She will die like the lady she was, she decided.

-You know it was an accident Publius, but if you see no other possibility, I accept your ruling.
-I am grateful for your acceptance and submission Flavia. You are a noble woman and a Roman citizen. So, you will be beheaded in private. Of course, after three or four days of been painfully tortured and gang raped by some men of Titu´s Legion.

Marcus could not hide his shock and how much he despised such outrageous sentence.

Flavia managed to keep her poise in spite of her terror.

-On the other hand, I think you deserve crucifixion and would really look good naked on a cross…

Flavia´s attention was immediately caught by the word crucifixion and in spite of her terror felt her sex stir.


-I could, if you waive your privileges, charge Marcus with crucifying you. - continued Publius - You will be slightly scourged first, we won´t like to spoil such a beautiful body, of course!
Then you will be nailed and suffer for several hours until Sun set. At that time Marcus could kill you with his pilum perhaps. That would save you days of suffering.

-I bet you would like to see me naked on a cross! Wouldn’t you Publius?
-Well, I can´t deny I would certainly like to see how gorgeous you would look on a cross!
-Do I have your word I will be killed at Sun set and I won´t be let to suffer for days on my cross?
-Of course dear Flavia. And the centurion here has witnessed my promise and will be be in charge of carrying out my orders!

Flavia considered her options for a brief time. The pain will be much, much worse in days of torture and rape than during hours on the cross. Of course the humiliation of being publicly crucified would be huge, but her kinky mind found exciting that outcome…

-All right. I accept crucifixion on those terms!

brrrr very good start very exciting

 

[nicole]

This story isn´t getting much feedback. Perhaps I am not reaching the readers, but I will continue it, at least for the moment.

be easy Carlos, your story is very exciting, it makes me wet very hard, I will read impatiently the continuation immediately, imagining myself in Flavia's place, mmmm

 

[Hugin&Munin]

Your story is very exciting, wonderfully written.

 

[messaline]

... The pain was blinding as the leather crisscrossed her back and the sides of her breasts up to her nipples. She bitted her lips so she won´t ask for mercy, and after an eternity the 39th. lash fell on her shoulders and the executioner stopped lying down his whip...

Perhaps this whipping'description is too much short : I was hopping more ... but it's me ...

 

[carloscruz]

be easy Carlos, your story is very exciting, it makes me wet very hard, I will read impatiently the continuation immediately, imagining myself in Flavia's place, mmmm

To be able to sexually excite ladies, with flying, is my poupose in life.
You flatter me nicole!