How could we end up like this?
So Andrea and Cire are finally captured at the northern borders of the Empire.
We normally have a decent income as violent criminals. Even though the power of the emperor is not that strong quite far away from rome, the legionaires managed to arrest us, totally wasted in a den of thieves. The commander of the fort is going to judge over the two of us soon.
Andrea and I are now forced into the atrium of that fort. In its center two men are dragging the bloodstained, sweaty body of a woman away from the pole there, where she just has received the flogging. The soldiers dump with certain amusement for them and the few spectators, some buckets of water onto her. Somehow trying to get the woman back to her feet. I couldn’t help but watch, what was done to that poor soul. When she was halfway dressed again, the soldiers forced her to carry a slightly curved wooden beam, and marched her out of the atrium.
The commander is raising his voice now, speaking to us and the little crowd, stating that we are delinquents. After reading a list of our deeds he says that for our crimes and due to roman law, we must be crucified.
Immediately two soldiers grab Andrea, strip her naked, tie her with the back to the pole and whip her. The body twisting in pain, first flogged from the front and then beaten from the back, she soon was in the same condition as that woman before.
While she is dragged to the side, it is my turn. Stripped and tied with the back to the pole, the lashes tear up my skin, too. No screaming would help. Whipped until I was unconscious, the buckets of cold water brought me back to live again. Now I’m trying to put my clothes on as good as possible. Here they grab me again, and lay that raw wooden crossbeam on my back. After my arms are tied to it, Andrea and I are marched out of the fort's atrium. The weight of the crossbeam forces me to look down, walking right behind my partner, that hangover still giving me a hell of a hard time in addition.
After a short march, our little procession arrives at the execution site, a little mount on the side of the road, leading to the fort and the village. A good crowd is awaiting us here. On the ground there is scattered bones, sculls and all kind of human remains. The place and the situation, I have to admit, is running shivers down my spine. Walking close to Andrea, I can see the goose bumps on her visible skin. Facing the site, to the right two men are hanging from their about 2 Meter high crosses.
Next to them, the woman that was whipped when we entered the atrium was made to climb up a ladder, and her arms were tied to the back of the crossbeam. The soldiers just got done fastening her legs to the upright and hammering the titulus above her head. Her name is Daniela, she’s a slave. She must have heard some of our accusation, now bitching at us from her cross. I mean she doesn’t hang high, when she is raising her head she is right at eye level. If it wouldn’t be the crossbeam on my back, I could reach out and touch her. The three slaves still have the loincloths on, to cover their sex. In Daniela’s case, she has a rope wrapped around her wrist, the loincloth loosely looped around the rope. Getting another glance, a few feet to the left, there is another upright in the ground and a long beam laying on the ground. The situation is now sickening me.
My crossbeam is taken off and placed on the ground, the soldiers rip my clothes off violently and throw me with my back to the crossbeam. My arms are spread violently and the wrists pressed to the crossbeam by two men. Then the centurion walks to my left arm and is marking the spot on my wrist with the point of his spear, where he is wanting the nail to be placed.
A third soldier is sitting on my legs, giving me no chance to move, but my head. Following the fourth man with the nail and the hammer to the left, he is kneeling down, placing the tip of the nail right into the centurions mark. Looking over to me, smiling, and pressing the nail a little into the flesh. Then the hammer is raised and my wrist firmly nailed to the wood. Hardly being able to breath, because of the pain, the executioner walks to the right side and fixes the other wrist to the wood, too. Some soldier takes me by the knees, and the crossbeam is lifted with me, off the ground. Slowly the soldiers move me to the upright, raise me up and attach the crossbeam to the upright, one of them still supporting my legs. The centurion is now keeping my head away from the wood from behind, while a footrest is mounted. Me recognizing, that they are placing one foot on top of each other. Pushed forward I can monitor them, amongst the hands pressing my feet to the footrest, placing a long nail on the top of my ankle. With moderate force, the executioner is now driving that nail diagonal through both foot ankles under the shins, into the wood of the upright. Then a little plug is placed between my upper thighs as a seat. Totally exhausted from my screaming and the physical force I was up to, the soldiers now release my trembling body. With the full weight on the wrists, I let myself sack down, screaming, to that seat plug. The cross is just slightly stretching my arms now, instantly I’m moving my head to get some relief for my aching neck. Resting on the plug, I can release my feet to a certain point. Now taking a look over the scenery, it’s shocking how unspectacular it is to get crucified, just violence and naked bloody bodies. As a spectator I have seen it, without major interest, every once in a while. My feet are nailed maybe 7 or 8 inches away off the soil. Turning my head, blood is running down my arms and my body, looking down and stretching forward. I can see that long nail sticking out of my feet, while I now try to sit more comfortable, maneuvering my balls and penis carefully to the center of the seat plug, letting my sex hanging down to the plug.
Meanwhile, two steps in front of me, the soldiers have assembled Andreas cross on the ground. Also rip off her clothes, three men grabbing the naked body, laying her onto her cross. Resisting a little, her arms are now forced into position, while her body is sliding off the upright. Her breasts moving downwards to the side, and everyone can see the standing up nipples, while her wrists are nailed. Screaming and twisting she is lifted back to the upright, a footrest attached and each foot nailed to it.
The soldiers pull her nailed body, to find the perfect position for the seat. Even moving her back and forth, to be absolutely sure. Raising the cross this way is more stressful for the soldiers, but still they seem to have no problem making jokes, while they are lifting her up. For a second Andrea was standing way higher than the other crucified, but with her Cross is sliding into the prepared hole in position, she is on the same eye level as everybody else on the scene. Of course, when the upright hits the bottom of the hole, she is falling forward, making the crowd scream. Looking down her body and into the faces of the laughing soldiers she is now turning her head to curse and swear, blaming me for her situation. Me responding: “Save your breath Andrea, you will need it to prolong your last show. They have attached seats to make it more comfortable for us. Look in front of you, this little bitch hanging there, keeps agitating against us and gives the crowd some entertainment”.
Then she pushed and pulled herself up to stretch the hardened muscles, that whole body shaking in pain. Raising her chest and pushing her tits out with locked knees, the nipples hard again, she moaning and screaming. Sweat and blood running down her glistening body. Going down to the seat again, I saw her leaning forward as far as possible, really stretching the nailed arms, giving the boobs the chance to dangle free. My penis to my surprise erected by this time, causing comments by the onlookers and the bitching Daniela. Pushing myself up, I ejaculated, screaming in confusion with pain and pleasure.