Humiliation
Beautiful young women were not crucified every day and the crowd observing the execution was swelling as the afternoon sun went down. Livia's lean body hung from the cross in a way that outlined and defined every muscle and tendon, flesh stretched over her skeleton in ways that undulated and rippled in curves.
When collapsed down and hanging from her nailed wrists, Livia's breasts were stretched up slightly and took on a pert, rounded look that was not usually found in naked women. The tortuous position of her body ironically emphasized her youth, health and firm shape.
The spike through her feet kept her legs spread at a wide angle, showing her female genitalia very clearly. The inside of her thighs swooped up in a clean, straight line to this spot in a delightful way. A hint of her buttocks could be seen behind, slightly rounded.
There was very little blood; the executioner had done a good job. Trickles of blood ran down from her wrists, and ran in a small rivulet over her top foot from where the spike entered her foot. Otherwise, Livia was not bleeding. This was important, as loss of blood would hurry her time on the cross, which was to be extended as much as possible to prolong her agony and humiliation.
As Livia pulled on her arms and pushed with her feet to stand on the spike below and gain a few moments of unfettered breathing, she looked down and saw the crowd below her. At that moment the agony of her humiliation flooded over her and was almost as bad as the pain in her wrists, shoulders and back. She saw her mother, staring at her with strange eyes. Behind her were two of her friends, young girls that she counted as close companions. The girls were giggling and talking to each other, looking at Livia sobbing as she stood on a nail pounded through her feet.
A farmer that used some of her father's land moved forward, quite close, until one of the guards stopped him. He stood there and ran his eyes up and down Livia's body. She knew he was cataloging her nakedness in his mind, remembering the look of her sex as well as the look of her suffering. She gasped from the pain in her crushed feet and lowered herself back down, and as she did so her legs spread wider and wider in front of the farmer.
It was at this point that Livia realized she wanted to die. The pain, the humiliation was too much, and she wanted to be put out of her agony. She cried out to the soldiers below her.
"Please... have mercy! Kill me now, let me die. I am punished, my mind is gone, just... stop this pain! Please!" her last word stretched out into a low scream and then a low gurgling as she struggled to draw another breath and exhale once again.
With an unexpected suddenness, Livia's bladder let loose and she urinated onto the ground below her.
Torture
The sun set with no mercy given to either of the crucified pair. Andronicus, the larger and stronger of the two was holding up well. The soldiers speculated that he might survive several days on the cross. Livia on the other hand, while healthy, seemed to have less stamina and might go more quickly. The soldiers that guarded the pair sat around a fire and watched the victims struggling in the firelight.
The next morning the centurion arrived and walked up to Livia.
"You have not had a good night, I see. Not looking good at all." He observed her body, resting his gaze at the telltale signs of his dried semen on one inner thigh. In response, Livia struggled up, took a deep breath and pleaded with the centurion.
"Please... let me die... kill me now." Her voice was hoarse and gasping. He could tell she was well on the way to dying without his help.
He turned to the other soldiers and barked some commands which were carried out quickly.
Livia looked across the road to see her former lover, suspended on his cross and facing her. His fine body reminded her briefly of why she had taken him, and his large male member hanging down reminded her of how it felt to have him inside. She hung her head, and wished for death.
Soldier approached Andronicus with a long, thin rope. One of the men grasped his scrotum and pulled hard, stretching it down. Andronicus moaned at this painful indignity. Another soldier approached with the rope and looped it around the distended testicles, tying it off quickly and firmly. The rope was tight, very tight around this scrotal flesh, and cut off blood flow to his testicles.
Releasing his grip on the man, the first soldier bent over and picked up a large rock that lay nearby. The way he strained as he held the rock, it weighed quite a bit. The other soldier wrapped the thin rope around it several times, making sure it was well secured. When the rock had been wrapped and tied off, the soldier released it. The rock fell, pulling Andronicus' scrotum to its full distended length and then jerked to a stop. A scream announced the new kind of agony which had suddenly shot through the crucified slave's body. His cries went on for some time, then slowly quieted into the moans and cries of the crucified dying.
The centurion approached Livia, and she looked at him with a mixture of fear and hope. "Please... help me... let me die, kill me, please..." Her voice was hoarse, and getting hard to understand. She was dehydrating, the fluids in her body escaping through urination, drooling, sweating and bleeding.
"I will help you," the centurion said, and produced a pole with a sponge. The sponge dripped with liquid as he held it up to Livia's parched mouth. She turned her head, and sucked eagerly, water drooling down her chin and neck, and over her exposed breasts. When it was sucked dry, the centurion backed away, and a few minutes later returned with something in his hands.
He fondled it, his fingers stroking the curved wooden horn. It was a cornu, a type of sedile that was designed to both torture and extend the life of those hanging from the cross. It was one he had made some years ago, and was stained brown from the blood of numerous victims. He smiled up at Livia kindly, and said in a fatherly voice, "I have a seat that will help support you and relieve the pain in your arms."
With another soldier helping him, the centurion pushed Livia up, forcing her body higher. The cornu slipped into place in a slot made for it and once he observed it will secure, they released Livia, allowing her to sink back down on the cross.
As she sunk down, the cornu point dug into the flesh between her legs. She raised up again, trying to find how this new device was to help her, and slid down in front of it. The wooden horn pushed her body out in a curve, stretching it severely and increasing the pain in her arms, shoulders, and back. She cried out in desperation, tears streaming from her eyes, body writhing in its attempt to maintain minimal agony.
Livia lifted up once again, over the sedile, and then back down slowly. She felt what she must do, and knew she had no choice. She guided her pain wracked body over the point of the cornu, and slowly descended, feeling the expanding point entering her body, spreading her privates apart, inserting itself into her vagina in a horrible parody of the sex she had enjoyed with Andronicus.
When her full weight rested on the cornu, the agony of the foot long cornu pressing into her and spreading her painfully replaced the pain of her stretched muscles in arms and back. It replaced the pain, not relieved it. Though she was able to breathe... this was better, she thought. The impailing horn below her provided some support and she could actually exhale...
After an hour of sitting on the cornu, Livia realized that this new painful humiliation was also designed to prolong her agony. Water given to her, a support to her body, all kept her alive a little longer, to suffer and exist with legs spread on display for all to see. She screamed with her last reserve of energy and then slumped down onto the cornu which drove painfully well into her cervix, blood trickling down onto the wood below her spread legs. Livia hung panting from the cross, head forward, long hair covering her face and part of her breasts.
Ending
Night fell once again, and Livia hung from the cross, slightly forward with her arms pulled behind her. The cornu had created a whole new level of pain for her, as her strength had failed and her body hung limply from the spikes in her wrists. She could breath, but the second night was colder than the first and her entire body hurt with the cold, her muscles seized and writhed under her flesh, and blood continued to slowly trickle from her wounds. There had been no more water from a sponge, and there was no heat felt from the fire that warmed the soldiers that guarded her a few yards away. She was alone, a bundle of pain that screamed in her body in the darkness.
The sunrise showed a crowd gathering below, and birds circling above. It was nearing the end, though Livia was only partially conscious to see what was happening. The crowd had come to see her die, the birds were waiting to pick her body apart. In fact, several birds had already landed on the cross and were picking at her flesh, tearing small bits from her. She was aware of this indignity, that her body was actually being torn apart and consumed before she was dead, but it meant little to her.
The centurion approached, and looked at her. Her eyes opened halfway, and looked at him in return. Her dry mouth opened and a croaking sound came from it, but nothing she said could be understood. Nevertheless, the centurion answered as his experience led him to know exactly what she had said.
"Yes, Livia, you will die very soon, and I will help you."
They removed the cornu, tearing her female parts open in the process. It brought a croaking cry from her but no screams. She no longer had the strength to scream. When it was gone, she sagged down all her weight once again on her tortured wrists, arms, and back.
She was no longer sweating, as her body was mostly depleted of fluids. Her sunken stomach showed a slight pulsation from where her heart still beat. Twitches in muscles throughout her body were the primary evidence of her ongoing agony.
The centurion approached with a large wooden shaft. With one swift stroke, he swung the wood against Livia's right leg, a loud cracking noise announcing the shin bone breaking in two. Livia let out a croaking scream and shifted slightly on the cross. A second stroke broke her left leg as well.
With both legs broken and no sedile, Livia hung from the cross. Her weak, dehydrated, frozen and overheated body was unable to lift itself and breathing became almost impossible.
A black bird picked at her left eye socket, tearing bits of soft flesh. The crowd waited, unsure if she had died. Moments later, a last heaving gasp from Livia announced that she was still breathing... and then it was gone. Her body hung from the cross, no longer moving. More birds landed on her and began tearing at her flesh. With no heartbeat to pump blood, it settled in her legs, which took on a mottled purple color, matching the black color of her mangled feet.
Livia's body would remain on the cross, for all to see, for three days. Andronicus had died the night before, though few had noticed.
Even in death, it was observed that Livia presented a kind of beauty seldom seen in Pompeii.
Posted by
Polly Plummer at
10:50 PM