Part 1
It is unusual for this crucifixion squad to fix a woman with her back toward the cross. But the merciful master has allowed the boy to be crucified together with this girl.
It was not him who wanted them dead. It was his wife. She accused the slavegirl to steal her the husband. And he always depended on her and her families money.
Of course he used the girl for his pleasure. And sometimes the boy. And sometimes both. To watch them. To serve him. Single. Or as a pair.
All his friends and neighbours do alike. So why to plot against this slaves?
He had to give in. But the girl was an exceptional beauty. What a loss!
When the slaveboy asked him for the grace to be allowed to serve as a sedulum for the girl, he permitted it immediately. He never wanted to punish them. And, by the way, his curiosity was roused. He wanted to study the dance of their naked bodies on the cross.
The boy and the girl were in love for years. When she attracted the attention of the master, she succeeded in a very subtle way to keep the boy always by her side. With increasing frequency she had to do service to their master. And every time the master only wanted to be stimulated by watching, she displayed the best performances with her secret boyfriend. After a few weeks he was the only one who was ordered to perform sex with her.
From time to time guests were received. Friends of the family, allied politicians, business partners. The orgies lasted for days. Many slaves were kept busy, for all kind of services. On these occasions the couple was fortunately allowed to work together.
When men used him as a vessel, he burrowed his face between her breasts. When he had to serve a woman or man as a male, the girl ensured in her very discreet way that he was stiff enough.
The other way round he supported her as best he could. In a mixed group or only with women virtually never a problem occured. But each time she served one single or a group of men, he had to wait invisible in the shadow of a pillar. Even if the situation turned violent, the girl always made him stay away. And this was a darned good idea. Otherwise they would have been flogged to death instantly.
Afterwards he usually handed over towels, and accompanied her out of the room. And treated the injuries. And kissed away her tears.
The rest of the time they had the same duties like all the other domestic slaves. They received clothes, not only for protection, but also for representation. There was enough fresh water and food. And as the preferred slavepair of the master they were allowed to share the same sleeping-place.
One day happened what the pair feard most. The lady reckoned the master would gives them to much attention. She forced him to dispose the girl and the boy.
They were brought to the master. He did not even address them. He only informed the guards what was to be done. And then the impudent slaveboy made a request. What a moral decline. The guards instantly bullwipped the slaves out of the room.
The girl and the boy offered no resistance. They undressed, and were escorted immediately to the place of execution.
She trembles. The smell of decay is in the air. Carcasses without eyes glance down from their crosses. So many crosses. And one lies on the ground. Empty. Prepared for her. For them.
She wants to appear strong. For him. Her love. But she is not strong.
They did not whip them. The master ordered the guards not to torture them. In this way they will persevere on the cross for days.
She fears to collapse. So she focuses only on her next step. And the next. And finally she makes the last step in her life. Now lay down. The wood is rough. They grasp her arms. Bend them upwards, stretch them. She looks in his eyes. Two guards stand beside him. She tries to smile, but a nailtip touches her skin.
And then the pain.
The wood vibrates by the blows of a hammer. Suddenly the pain from the second arm scourges into her brain. And the vibrations come from both sides of the cross.
The pain is less than she has expected. But she feels helpless. Cruel helpless. At the mercy of everybody. She cannot move her arms. She will never again move her arms. And the guards start to play with her breasts. Her belly. Try to touch the intimate parts between her legs. Start to rape her. As they always do with girls in her situation.
Suddenly they refrain from their doings. The master is coming. Will he violate her himself? Why not, he owns her. But he only orders the boy to prepare his sedulum, bring it into position.
The arms of the boy are still bound behind his back. Some of the guards start to laugh. How will he succeed?
The pair looks at each other. After a few seconds she is imperceptible nodding. From now on everything is clear for them.
The boy approaches the girls head. He kneels down, kisses her lips. She whispers into his ear. Then he kisses her again. And bends over her. Without his arms he pushes his body forward, slowly and carefully. She kisses his chest, his navel. Finally her mouth starts to help him prepare the sedulum. And he starts to prepare the place where the sedulum will have the best usefulness.
The master smiles. Inspiring. Her body is trembling, but not from pain. The legs embrace his head. His body shakes. Then he becomes limp. Now his full weight rests on her face. And she also slackens. Her legs open, slip to the ground. Interesting.
One of the guards jumps forward. Pulls the unconscious boy off her. She is unconscious, too. That means: still alive. Good luck for the sloppy guards! They have tried to kill each other. And nearly succeeded in shortening their pending long torment. Smart move for slaves!
The girl awakes first. She watches narrowly the guards cutting the bonds of the boy. Then they tie ropes to his wrists instead. At all costs they want to prevent him from giving her a merciful, fast death. At the same time they want to allow him to use his hands. Only for the entertainment of the master. She cannot help smiling. Her entertainment will be a multiple thereof.
The guards shout at the boy to speed up. He kneels between her legs and works with his hands. They cannot rush him. And when he is prepared enough, he starts to lubricate her. She relaxes, enjoys his play. Finally she starts to feel him inside her. He tries to stimulate her more, but out of the corner of his eye he notices the one guard unrolling his bullwhip. So he slowly bends over her. He kisses her breasts. She enjoys, he enjoys. Then he licks a last farewell, and lies down over her body.
The girl kisses him. She feels his hands, caressing his arms. He runs into a protruding nail. A short moment of shock. Then he starts to pet her mauled, swollen hand, her numb fingers. She hates her helplessness, but now, with this man, she loves it. She unconditional opens up to him. Allows him everything. She wants to feel more of him. More of his tongue in her mouth. More of his manhood in her belly. Her legs cross behind his buttock, trying to press more of him into her body.
After all the guards stretch the ropes, spread out his arms. The girl knows what's going to happen. She wants to hug him, give him strengh, comfort. She wants to take the approaching pain from him. But it's a hopeless wish. She will never hug anyone again. So it's him in the moment who licks away her tears. And when the pain start to batter him, she once again hates to be so helpless.
The strokes of the hammer shake the entire cross. The wood, the nails in her arms, her bones. Each blow is an unbearable ordeal. But her thoughts are with him. He gasps. He shivers. She kisses his cheeks. Her legs hold him firm. Finally the guards have completed their doings and step back for a short brake. The unberable pain slowly fades away. And the two slaves realise that fom now on they cannot get separated any more. The guards wonder at the smiling faces of the condemned. Only the master has a vague idea.
They have positioned the arms of the boy a bit below hers. To say below is not very correct in the moment, because the cross still lies horizontal on the ground. Now the guards drag the cross to a small ditch. The knees of the boy don't rest on the ground beside the beam any more, but in this ditch. So they can bend his legs and put his feet, the insteps in particular, on the frontside of the vertical crossbeam. As near as possible to their buttocks. Therefore the legs of the boy embrace only the wood.
Now the feet of the girl, more precisely the soles of her feet, are brought into contact with his soles. So her legs embrace his thigs, rest between his legs on his feet, and indirect on the wooden beam. Hence a single nail can fix a pair of feet.
The couple has accepted whatever will happen to them. No way to fight. There has never been a way.
In the moment she suffers from his weight on her chest. And he doesn't know how to make himself less heavy.
The nails in the feet are expected. Nonetheless the intensity of the pain is a surprise.
When she feels the first nailtip on a foot she grows stiff for a moment. Then she starts kissing him intensely. And because he knows his girl, he knows what is pending.
The master keeps a close watch on everybody. With a first powerful blow the guards push the nail through both feet deep in the wood. The boy and the girl writh in pain. They groan. The maltreated limbs shiver. Unwittingly their bodies try to escape. This causes even more pain. And it is useless, the last nail is already driven deep into the beam.
In the moment the condemned have some time for themself. It is an opportunity for the pair to gain control of the situation. They suffer from a perpetual hurt. But it fades into the background. And there is their immobility. No, they are not immobile! They are only scared because of the always threatening pain.
The boy turns his head. The guards ary busy. They prepare a hole for the cross. And he is still in his girl. Time to cheer her up a bit.
The couple doesn't come far. Too early the guards return to raise the cross. They drag it to the well-prepared hole and start to elevate it. The pair slides down the rough timber. Finally the boy rests on her calves, the girl rides on his thighs. The nailed feet bear the brunt, the stretched arms mainly prevent the bodies from toppling over. Nevertheless his pelvis and back end up bent backwards, pretty much as hers. This way not only her genitals move towards his pubic area. Also the boy pushes his private parts deep into hers.
And then the cross bumps into the hole.
At the first moment – nothing. Then there is a cry. And the pair faints.
They do not hear the hammer fixing the cross with wedges. They do not notice the master leaving the scene. When the boy awakes there are only two guards in the shadow of a tree, dicing for some coins.
And there is his girl.
She is still asleep, breathing free and deep. It is possible for him to lean back a bit. There is even space enough to see her beautiful breasts and the belly. Only their pubes look like joined together. He cannot watch what happens below. But he knows that he is growing inside her body just now.
The girl opens her eyes. She sees his dear face. He is smiling at her. And she can feel him. What a pleasant moment.
Now the guards offer them a sponge, soaked with water. They know they should not drink if they don't want to prolong their torment. So they try to refuse. But the guards give short shrift. A ladder, a funnel, and two jugs. At the end they are full to bursting with liquid. Afterwards one of the guards apologises. It was an order of the wife. Lastly they leave the couple alone and return to the house.
A terrible place. The cadaver righthand once was a pearl of beauty. As a favourite of the master she was the direct predecessor of the girl. She was bound to the cross, not nailed, and on order of the wife periodically fed and watered. At the beginning of her ordeal the guards raped her daily. She died after two weeks, rended by birds and rats.
There are a lot of other carcases of former favourites, insubordinate slaves, captives. And even more bones and skulls on the ground.
To be watered is a bad surprise for the couple. But they are slaves, their owners may do with them whatever they want.
Now they cannot see their pubs, only their bellies, full of water. The girl doesn't care. She wants to kiss him. Lick his lips, his face. There is no other way to exchange caresses.
Then he starts to tilt his pelvis. Away from her, towards her. And she responds with reverse movements.
Very slight motions. But stimulating enough to increase them, despite the also always increasing pain.
Sex on the cross. They look in their eyes and start laughing. And continue moving.
More than once they reach the peak. And finally they glide in a peacful, common slumber.
