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I take a deep breath to find a moment of relief from the pain. My head is down and I look down, first at my flaccid cock and then at the head of the nail piercing my bleeding feet.
It's an intense burning, in my feet as well as in my wrists that I slowly look at. I watch the crowd that is looking at me and especially at my feet. Little smiles, fingers pointing at me, comments... so many confused sounds reach me.
I am hanging from three nails, naked and defenseless.
Now I hear a loud buzz that wakes me up.
They are starting to crucify my friends.
 
With Piedi’s nailing finished, the execution team comes towards me. I look around! Having been focused on Piedi’s ordeal – as if I were just an onlooker – I had no more attention for my wife, who still sits kneeled, with the crossbeam on her back, some thirty feet behind me! Our looks cross.

The officer who recently has addressed the crowd about our sentence, now faces me. I look at my wife again, and suddenly, I grab all the courage that’s still left in me.

“Hey! Do with me what you want, but don’t crucify my wife! She is innocent!”

“So”, the officer replies with a self-confident attitude, “you admit you are guilty!?”

“I admit nothing! As if that would make any difference!? I know, you Romans were just waiting for an opportunity to crucify Piedi, there, and me! But leave my wife out of this! You cannot do that to her! Please!”

A bit annoyed about the delay, the executioners step forward to grab me, but the officer withholds them.

“Loxuru! It is true, you will be useful to us, as you and Piedi, as two esteemed members of the local community, will be an example for all to see, dying like slaves on a cross! Perhaps, the two of you have not taken part in attacks on our troops, but for sure, both of you have inspired those who did, by your words and thoughts! Your rebellious talking has already cost us too many fine soldiers, and, by the way, your resistance against Rome has hardly any support by the people here! They will be happy, there will be peace at last, guaranteed my Rome’s rule! And your crucifixion will be a confirmation of these guarantees! And concerning your wife, it is simple : who shares the marital bed, shares the secrets and the thoughts!”

“But…” I try to reply, as I look at my wife again.

“Haven’t you forgotten a small detail, Loxuru!? Your wife has been caught, in your domus, hiding a rebel, that woman there, next to her! We have interrogated that woman last night, and she has confessed, and she has given names! If we get the people she named alive, then they will also soon enjoy the embrace of the cross, here! So, don’t tell me, your wife is innocent! She is guilty as hell! Keep that in mind, Loxuru!”

There was little I could object…

“Enough talking! Take away this bastard’s filthy loincloth and nail him to his cross!”

The executioners, eager to draw blood, don’t hesitate! They tear off my loincloth, and drag me naked to the pole next to Piedi’s cross, where my crossbeam already awaits me. I throw a last, desperate look at my wife, as if she could help me! It’s all futile. In no time, I lay with my arms outstretched on the patibulum, blocked by two executioners on each side.

A nail is put on my right wrist, or rather, pressed into it! It cuts into my flesh, and I utter a cry of pain.

The executioner laughs:

“Already pain!? I haven’t done anything yet! Be lucky, I test out first whether I will not drive the nail through bone! That will be unbearable pain!”

Then, the hammer comes down, and I shriek and scream as hard as I can. I try to get away from this excruciating torture! My body shakes up and down, but my ankles and my left arm are held down by the executioners!

Four blows, and my right arm is fixed. The procedure repeats on my left wrist, with the same grueling impact.

When it is over, and the executioners step away, I am already in a different world. The almost unreal sight of a nail head protruding from each wrist, the pain, and the feeling of being forced in this position, is horrible.

I lay moaning and groaning, heavily breathing. I try to ignore the pain. I look for my wife, but I cannot, the nails in the wrists of my outstretched arms limit the motion of my head.

Above my head, I see the pole of my cross towering high. Left from me, also high up, I see crucified Piedi, also towering high in the sky.

“Put him on the stipes!” the team chief orders.

“Do we give him a footrest, chief!?” one asks!

“No!”, the officer I had addressed, replies “nail his ankles sideward, and bend his knees a bit, so all can see his pathetic genitals!”

My crossbeam is lifted up by two men on each side. The motion causes lots of discomfort in my nailed wrists. But nothing compares with the pain I experience, when my feet are lifted from the ground! With the thud, the crossbeam is put over the tenon on top of the pole. I now hang with all my weight to the wrist nails. Like Piedi before, I start trampling with my feet, to find support, ending up with clamping them against the raw wood of the pole, what hardly helps.

The executioners start finishing their job. On my right, two hold up my leg, pushing my buttocks upward, relieving a bit of the weight carried by the wrist nails. At the left side, one pushes me up too, while a second positions my ankle against the pole, the way the officers has determined.

Anticipating on the new pain to come, I abandon all pride, and start whining and wailing. It is replied with just mockery from the executioners. They had already mocked me, when I had cried out of pain during the wrist nailing - you see, in this world, showing fear or pain is showing weakness, what is regarded as humiliating. But I can tell you, when an iron nail is hammered into one’s wrist, there is nothing but shear pain to be vented, and the only way to vent it, is screaming and shrieking!

Again the pain of a nail pushed into my flesh. A confirmation of its good positioning by the executioner, and then, I go through another hell of pain. Four blows, the nail being blocked with a wooden washer. My left leg is nailed and does not need support anymore. Then four grueling blows in my right ankle!

I keep whining, while the executioners step away. I look down on myself, seeing my bent open knees, over my nailed ankles! I am overwhelmed with pain, fear, despair, shame!

The officer stands in front of my cross, and inspects the executioner’s work.

“Well done, men! This filthy insurgent has got what he deserves! Look at him!” (turning to the crowd), “He was not only a troublemaker, but he was also too cowardly to take part in the rebel’s actions himself! Have you heard him scream and whine like a woman!? Typical for that kind of scum that hides behind words, but is scared to risk life and limbs, when it matters!”
 
while you with four. Maybe it's better for you or maybe not. I already have to consider that they nailed your heels and there the bone is even harder. Surely more painful.
Sweat falls from my forehead and goes into my eyes, I realize dramatically that I can't dry them. I'm paralyzed on the cross in my total nakedness and nothingness.
I start to have trouble breathing, I try to lift myself up on the nail of my feet to relieve my wrists but I can't resist much maybe nothing.
My God what torture!!!
I take a look at you and I see you trembling.
Now it's the women who will put on a show.
 
It was obvious, the officer’s speech, depicting me as a pathetic coward, while he had his hand on my knee, holding my legs apart as far as possible, exposing me, was intended to humiliate me even more, in front of the onlookers, Livia and my wife. I saw both of them look away.

But my first concern is coping with my new, perilous situation. To find out that, nailed to a cross, there is nothing that can be coped with! It is just moving from one highly uncomfortable position to another!

Somewhere in front of me, the executioners are preparing Livia! Of course, they would not crucify my wife next to me!

Livia gets the same treatment as Piedi and me, with that difference, that, when she had been nailed with her wrists and still lying on the ground, she got raped by a few guards and soldiers, to the joy of the onlookers. I shouted “Bastards!” but my cry gets ignored. Then, she is lifted on the pole, and on order of the officer, her ankles are also nailed sideward, her knees even bent more than mine, exposing her genitals widely.

While Livia hangs lamenting to her cross, the officer addresses the crowd again:

“That rebel whore gets what she deserves for the killing of our men!”

And then, he turns to me, with a sarcastic look.

“Now, the other one!”

The guards now order my wife to stand up, still with the crossbeam in her neck. She must step with it to her pole. I see fear in her face, when she stands up. While walking, she hold her head down.

A guard turns her facing the crowd and rips off her loincloth, presenting her naked to the crowd.

The rest is pain and hammering. I can only see half what happens, as crucified Livia blocks the view partly. But I can hear her scream and I see her legs trampling and shaking.

When it is over, the officer steps to her, saying :

“This bitch is mine!” And he rapes her.

Follows the lifting of the crossbeam, and another event of hammering and screaming.

Finally, she has joined us, those condemned to die slowly.
 
I too can only see your wife's feet wriggling and dragging on the ground accompanied by the screams of pain as they nail her. Involuntarily my cock jerks and increases in volume a little.
The screams increase when they finally nail her feet to the upright of the cross. The crowd murmurs and the sounds mix with our moans of pain and suffering.
I have the beginning of cramps in my calves; another aspect of the torture of the cross!!! I keep looking for a position but in vain even struggling to breathe. How long will this torment last? It seems endless!!!
I almost fell asleep when a loud murmuring towards the entrance to this place of death catches my attention.
They are carrying another condemned man… or rather, a condemned woman…
Nooooo!!! My wife!!!!
She staggers under the heavy patibulum, bare-breasted, barefoot. Only a cloth covers her private parts.
“BASTARDS”. I wriggle on the cross without paying attention to my pain but the nails firmly planted in the wood do not give me the chance to defend her.
The officer: “Feet, do you recognize this whore?”
“You filthy bastard”
They make her kneel in front of me, still under the heavy patibulum.
The officer: “I know perfectly well that he likes to suck cocks. Ah ah ah ah!!!”
He lowers his pants and an erect cock comes out, goes towards her face and puts it in his mouth. He begins to make a rhythmic movement while he grabs her by the head with his hands.
The crowd applauds enthusiastically and encourages the movement.
He is choking her!!! Her face is a mixture of sweat and tears.
The movement increases in pace.
“You have to swallow it all, you whore whore.”
The movement stops with a groan of pleasure as opposed to a moan of strangulation.
He pulls out his still hard cock while my wife gags.
With so much force, with his hands still on her head he pushes her back. She slams her back to the ground with the heavy weight of the patibulum.
Our eyes meet but only for a moment.
“Crucify her without mercy”
 
They grab the beam and drag her towards the stipes, on the stony and rough ground.
They waste no time with two of them who crouch over her, each at a wrist. They are already armed with nails and hammers and without any mercy they nail her.
She lets out a deadly scream opening her mouth full of more sperm than saliva.
She slams her feet on the ground spreading her toes, those feet that shortly after drag themselves on the ground and then leave the ground.
They are lifting her while they tear off the cloth that covers her pubis.
The time to place the patibulum on the stipes that always two of them, helped by two others, bend his legs almost ninety degrees and with two large nails they nail his feet to the upright. Her pussy is clearly visible to everyone.
She screams sharply in pain then her silence while the crowd cheers and the soldiers are pleased.
She fainted, I was motionless and shivering from such ferocity and cruelty, blocked and naked.
 
They grab the beam and drag her towards the stipes, on the stony and rough ground.
They waste no time with two of them who crouch over her, each at a wrist. They are already armed with nails and hammers and without any mercy they nail her.
She lets out a deadly scream opening her mouth full of more sperm than saliva.
She slams her feet on the ground spreading her toes, those feet that shortly after drag themselves on the ground and then leave the ground.
They are lifting her while they tear off the cloth that covers her pubis.
The time to place the patibulum on the stipes that always two of them, helped by two others, bend his legs almost ninety degrees and with two large nails they nail his feet to the upright. Her pussy is clearly visible to everyone.
She screams sharply in pain then her silence while the crowd cheers and the soldiers are pleased.
She fainted, I was motionless and shivering from such ferocity and cruelty, blocked and naked.
Bend his legs? I suppose her legs.
 
"People, do you want her to be crucified too?"
Do they have enough wood for another cross? And nails? If not, call the blacksmith.
 
everyone wants you on the cross. describe yourself as you are so you stimulate my imagination. do you know you will be naked? are you ashamed?
 
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