Cassia on Traitors Hill. By NobleVulchur.
Cassia was a voluptuous young woman with ample breasts tipped with coral colored nipples, sensuous curves and a silken blonde pubic patch. Her father deep in debt had no choice but to sell his
daughter into slavery to stave off his creditors.
The slave dealer who bought her reassured Cassia that the life ahead of her wouldn’t be too bad. “You’ll probably working in some high-class brothel or maybe a house slave for a rich Roman patrician.”
He taught her how to pose on the auction block. How to display her breasts and ass to the fullest advantage.
Naked on the auction block she exhibited herself in the most carnal and delightful way. The bidding was lively. Finally she was bought by the manager of a large farm owned by a Roman senator.
She along with ten other slaves girls purchased at the market were chained in a large cart and brought to the farm in the country.
Cassia was horrified when the slave drivers and the manager bought them into a large room and proceeded to rape all the women. She was the main attraction and endured multiple rapes.
Afterwards work assignments were issued. It was Cassia’s bad luck to be working in the fields.
She labored naked under the relentless sun performing hard farm labor. Sometimes she was harnessed to a plow to dig long furrows in the soil with whip lashes to move one when she faltered. She was treated like an animal, like an ox, a beast of burden, rivulets of sweat streaming down her nudity, dripping from her nipples and the damp blonde cunt thatch.
And of course, she was often raped by her masters and even her mistresses.
She grew muscular from her labors, with strong arms and legs, her ass and bare feet like they were made of iron. She hated her life of slavery, full of humiliation, suffering and sexual violation.
One day she went over the edge, attacked and overpowered one of her slave drivers and managed to flee the farm.
She chanced to join a band of escaped slaves hiding in the hills. They sought revenge for their treatment and ambushed and killed slave dealers and Roman soldiers. The band was quite successful until one the women was recognized in the city and denounced to the authorities as a rebel slave. She underwent exquisite tortures, whipping, branding, riding the wooden pony and stretched on the rack, until she finally broke as red-hot breast pliers squeezed her tender nipples. She revealed the band’s hiding place.
The Roman soldiers skillfully sounded the band and captured them all.
The city’s magistrate quickly sentenced them all to crucifixion on Traitors Hill. But first came the public flogging in the city’s main square. This was a popular event and all the citizens turned out to watch the naked slave girls writhe and gyrate wildly under the Roman soldiers’ whips.
Large wooden whipping platforms were erected and each slave was hung by her wrists with her bare feet dangling in the air. The whips whistled and whizzed and cracked lacerating young breasts. backs, pussies and asses. Many girls fainted under the lash, but unfortunately Cassia was strong and robust and endured lash after lash, her swinging breasts bouncing to and fro from the leather’s impact, her ass and back streaked with multiple crimson and purple welts. The crowd cheered and laughed as she howled and screamed when the whips bit into and up her vulnerable pussy.
At last the flogging ordeal was over. Cassia was cut down, collapsing beneath her whipping frame. There she lay sprawled out naked on the cold cobblestones of the city square, her body heaving with groans and sobs, until two soldiers grabbed her by her armpits and lifted her up. They tied a patibulum over she shoulders, causing her to shriek in agony as the rough wood touched her wounded back.
With their whips whistling, the soldiers forced the naked Cassia to stumble forward toward Traitors Hill along with the other slave girls. The procession of naked, whipped slave girls, each carrying the wooden crosspiece struggling up toward Traitors Hill was greeted with jeers and taunts by the large crowds lining the streets. Cassia was barely conscious after her brutal lashing but somewhere buried deep in her brain, she realized how degrading and shaming it was to trudge naked with her body covers in whip lashes through the streets full of people who were enjoying and amused by her torment and agony. On her way a jagged stone cut the sole of her bare foot. She fell face down on the street, her buxom breasts slamming hard against the cobblestones. She staggered to raise up as two soldiers stood over the young nude whipping her upturned ass repeatedly
On Traitors Hill Cassia was nailed to the cross in the most degrading way, with her legs far apart, her genitals swollen from the whips scourging on full display, her ample and full breasts pendulous over her chest. Her bare toes curled and uncurled and flexed and unflexed as waves of pain ran through her body.
A crowd gathered before her joking and laughing at her and discussing crudely her breasts and cunt.
She couldn’t help herself. “Fuck you, all of you bastards. Fuck you,” she cried out in a shaky voice.
One of the woman in the crowd who appeared to be a rich Roman matron, summoned a guard. “Are you going to allow that whore to insult us?” “Sorry madam,” he said “I’ll deal with this.” He called out to another guard and together they uncoiled the whips from their belts. Cassia trembled with fear as they cracked their whips before her terrified eyes. “You take her cunt, Marcus, and I’ll see to her boobs.”
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As the lash descended over both her nipples, Cassia threw her head back and screeched in agony to be followed by another ear-piercing scream as the second whip parted her tender pink pussy lips.
The Roman matron smiles and demanded “More.”
