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The Wall – 24


The crowd watched in awed silence as the barbarian girl gyrated her hips on the wooden phallus. This was the first crucifixion that most of them had seen, including Nepos, but he had read many texts on the nailing of the Jews in Jerusalem fifty years before now, and it was a sight that he had always wanted to witness. Being able to do so with two beautiful young girls as victims was beyond his every fantasy.

As Lilah continued to alternate between impaling herself on the sedile and being forced to stretch her limbs, it was clear that the crowd wanted to see Valeria also put to death on the cross.

“Nail the traitorous cunt!”

“Let her rot on the cross!”

“Crucify the other bitch too!”

As Nepos was about to signal his agreement for the second execution to begin, Aulus took the liberty of stopping him.

The Governor turned with a quizzical look on his face.

“Please accept my apologies Governor Nepos, but I have a request.”

“Aulus?” he queried.

“We should give the crowd more.”

“More?”

“Yes, they expect debasement along with crucifixion and whilst the savage bitch now hanging by the nails is a tasty morsel, indeed, I would like to see my wife degradatus (degraded) a little more, after all it is she who carries the stigma of her own Infamy with her …”

Nepos let a smirk play onto his lips, “Tell me Aulus, what do you have in mind?”

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A battered Valeria, more dead than living, was pulled to her feet and dragged by two soldiers to where the wooden cross laid flat on the ground … her very own crucifix waiting just for her. Allowing herself to be tugged upwards, she didn't even try to walk, instead she let her head and limbs hang down like a broken doll as she was pulled along the ground.

Laid on the rough-hewn bark, Valeria had no fight left inside her broken body. Even the pain of the splinters pushing against the open wounds, gauged out of her flesh by the scourge could not rouse her feelings. The raucous cheer of the onlookers was just a blur of sound.

She wanted to die. She needed death so badly.

As the metalwork descended upon her, Valeria just had to look. The nail was pushed against her wrist and she saw how he touched the head with his hammer, raised it, and in a blur brought it crashing down.

“Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!”

The pain was instantaneous. A flash of white agony burned through her, and her back arched pushing upwards against the weight of the legionnaire straddling her prostrate body, and then his hands suddenly were on her breasts pushing her back down.

“Argghhhh. No, no, no, no, no ….”

Aulus’ poor wife was shrieking, mad, short bursts as her lungs refused to take in air. She heard the clash of the hammer on the nail again, felt the reverberation along her arm and felt a new burst of pain.

The crowd were spoiled for choice. Whilst the Roman whore was being nailed, the barbarian bitch seemed to have settled into a series of agonising cavorting movements on her cross. Pushing upwards to ease the burden on her limbs and take in a breath, before being forced back down to impale herself on the sedile once more.

Even amidst her torment and tribulation, would she actually orgasm? It was the perverted question on the minds of many. Unbeknown to most, she had done so once amidst this horror, could she do so again?

Valeria saw the flash of an arm and the hammer fell again. She pushed and bucked and retched, feral cries rending the air around her.

Another blow and it was done, her left wrist forever pinned to wood.

The pain was like nothing she'd ever felt, not even during the appalling scourging. Valeria was shaking uncontrollably, and felt hands on her breasts, squeezing her nipples. But even as she felt the erect teats pulled hard, the point of the second nail was pushed against her right wrist and the hammer brought down with repeated force until that too was attached.

Standing, the soldier with the hammer looked down at his victim. Her head had lolled to one side, saliva drooling from her lips, the retching over … for now. Valeria’s arms were splayed out wide, blood dripping from the insertion points, the marks of her stigmata, like the Nailed God, or at least in part, for the nailing was not yet complete.

But the legionnaire made no attempt to position her ankles, instead he watched as two of his colleagues took hold of an ankle each and pulled Valeria’s feet high into the air, and then backwards until her legs were spread wide, her toes almost touching her nailed wrists.

“Whaaaaaaaaa, nooooooooooo!” She was heard to cry, as the men held her in position, her battered back rolled high up the wood so that the main contact with the rough bark were her shoulders and arms … her ass and pussy exposed, vulnerable, accessible.

Aulus was speechless, his groin stiff with desire, as he watched the third soldier approach and noted that in his hand, he held a wooden phallus dripping with a sticky mix of pungent, hot black pepper and ginger …


To Be Continued ...
 
The Wall – 25


“Ohhhhhhhhh …” the cry sounded more like one of pleasure than of pain, though there was no way that Lilah was free from the agonies of her situation, but it appeared that the constant writhing of her open body on the sedile had brought her to an unwitting, unwanted, and very humiliating climax. It might have been a surprise, but the crowd cheered with wild abandon. Lilah was in no position to care …

Yet it was not upon the orgasming girl that Aulus focused his attention, because at the same moment a yell that was most definitely spawned by pain, echoed around the grassy bank near to the new wall. The wooden phallus, covered in hot spices was been pushed relentlessly into his wife’s exposed and very stretched rectum.

As the hot wood invaded her anal passage a new kind of torment racked the ruined body of poor Valeria.

“Fuck her with it,” Aulus said out loud, causing both his brother and the Governor to smile at his appetite for seeing his wife’s continued suffering, and wishing it to be even more extreme. With Valeria gone, and his business status assured, Aulus was to become a fully recognised Patrician. With these predilections he would make a good one, Nepos thought to himself.

Wrapping a cloth around his hand so as not to coat his fingers with the copious hot mix, the soldier gripping the fiery phallus did just as Aulus had hoped, slowly and painstakingly fucking Valeria’s open ass with the wooden invader.

“God’s help meeeeeeeeee!” The poor girl found some sort of voice as, despite being nailed and held tight, she bucked and writhed, pulling at the spikes, but to no obvious avail.

The throng was simply, genuinely awestruck, even the serving maids had stopped their lascivious servitude to watch.

Then the offending legionnaire stopped the motion and pushed the phallus in as far as it would go, before applying a black paste over the entrance to her anal passage.

Valeria emitted a long, loud groan as the tight passage to her bowels was sealed closed.

“Birch Glue and tar,” Nepos whispered to Aulus, “It will fix the phallus inside her body forever.”

Aulus simply nodded because his throat had dried so much as to render him incapable of speaking.

Then Valeria’s feet were released causing her legs to fall, her bottom to clench and the phallus to push just a little deeper. She squealed but her body was numb, naturally anaesthetised providing a small measure of relief. That was until her ankles were positioned either side of the trunk, splaying her knees, keeping her legs wide with her parted slit on full view.

She was not to be given a sedile. Nothing to push against to relieve her limbs. But she knew that did not mean that her open sex would remain empty.

Then she screamed and the crowd cheered as the nails were driven directly through her ankle bones.

Valeria vomited the little substance that was inside her stomach … which amounted to hardly anything at all, but it still brought a round of humiliating applause and appreciative finger clicking from the multitude.

Then four hulking great soldiers lifted the cross.

As the crowd cheered again, Valeria felt a strange weightlessness. They positioned the wooden stipes so that the bottom end was above the pre-dug hole, and then lowered it inside so that the two girls hung, crucified side by side on the small hill outside the gates of Vindolanda, by the building site of the new wall.

The crucified girl felt her wrists begin to take the strain, and she gasped with the pain, whimpering, crying. The base of the cross crashed against the ground as they lowered it, and Valeria shrieked, eyes widening in terror as slowly they raised the patibulum.

The pain in her nailed limbs intensified, as she slid, suddenly, down the stipes, the rough wood tearing at her back, the phallus in her anus eating away at her insides. Her mouth opened wide but she couldn't scream … the agony was too overwhelming.

As the crowd yelled their excitement the patibulum was fully raised, and the throng cheered as she came back into full view, and the cross-hole was packed with mud.

And then a sickly rasping gurgle came from her throat. Every muscle was taut … every inch of her wracked with torment … her lovely tortured body naked and exposed for all to see.

Nepos turned to Tiberius and smiled. “Is this what you envisaged my friend?”

Tiberius reciprocated the grin and nodded, “Oh yes, Governor this has exceeded all my expectations.”

As the three men looked out at the place where the two battered, broken, beautiful girls hung, nailed to their crosses they could sense a new dawn was upon them, upon Britannia and perhaps upon the whole of the Great Roman Empire.


Join us tomorrow when "The Wall" concludes with the Epilogue ...
 
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Fossy said:
As the three men looked out at the place where the two battered, broken, beautiful girls hung, nailed to their crosses they could sense a new dawn was upon them, upon Britannia and perhaps upon the whole of the Great Roman Empire.
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I think the word “vainglorious” would apply here.

Masterful writing, Fossy. Great chapter.
 
Fossy said:
The Wall – 25


“Ohhhhhhhhh …” the cry sounded more like one of pleasure than of pain, though there was no way that Lilah was free from the agonies of her situation, but it appeared that the constant writhing of her open body on the sedile had brought her to an unwitting, unwanted, and very humiliating climax. It might have been a surprise, but the crowd cheered with wild abandon. Lilah was in no position to care …

Yet it was not upon the orgasming girl that Aulus focused his attention, because at the same moment a yell that was most definitely spawned by pain, echoed around the grassy bank near to the new wall. The wooden phallus, covered in hot spices was been pushed relentlessly into his wife’s exposed and very stretched rectum.

As the hot wood invaded her anal passage a new kind of torment racked the ruined body of poor Valeria.

“Fuck her with it,” Aulus said out loud, causing both his brother and the Governor to smile at his appetite for seeing his wife’s continued suffering, and wishing it to be even more extreme. With Valeria gone, and his business status assured, Aulus was to become a fully recognised Patrician. With these predilections he would make a good one, Nepos thought to himself.

Wrapping a cloth around his hand so as not to coat his fingers with the copious hot mix, the soldier gripping the fiery phallus did just as Aulus had hoped, slowly and painstakingly fucking Valeria’s open ass with the wooden invader.

“God’s help meeeeeeeeee!” The poor girl found some sort of voice as, despite being nailed and held tight, she bucked and writhed, pulling at the spikes, but to no obvious avail.

The throng was simply, genuinely awestruck, even the serving maids had stopped their lascivious servitude to watch.

Then the offending legionnaire stopped the motion and pushed the phallus in as far as it would go, before applying a black paste over the entrance to her anal passage.

Valeria emitted a long, loud groan as the tight passage to her bowels was sealed closed.

“Birch Glue and tar,” Nepos whispered to Aulus, “It will fix the phallus inside her body forever.”

Aulus simply nodded because his throat had dried so much as to render him incapable of speaking.

Then Valeria’s feet were released causing her legs to fall, her bottom to clench and the phallus to push just a little deeper. She squealed but her body was numb, naturally anaesthetised providing a small measure of relief. That was until her ankles were positioned either side of the trunk, splaying her knees, keeping her legs wide with her parted slit on full view.

She was not to be given a sedile. Nothing to push against to relieve her limbs. But she knew that did not mean that her open sex would remain empty.

Then she screamed and the crowd cheered as the nails were driven directly through her ankle bones.

Valeria vomited the little substance that was inside her stomach … which amounted to hardly anything at all, but it still brought a round of humiliating applause and appreciative finger clicking from the multitude.

Then four hulking great soldiers lifted the cross.

As the crowd cheered again, Valeria felt a strange weightlessness. They positioned the wooden stipes so that the bottom end was above the pre-dug hole, and then lowered it inside so that the two girls hung, crucified side by side on the small hill outside the gates of Vindolanda, by the building site of the new wall.

The crucified girl felt her wrists begin to take the strain, and she gasped with the pain, whimpering, crying. The base of the cross crashed against the ground as they lowered it, and Valeria shrieked, eyes widening in terror as slowly they raised the patibulum.

The pain in her nailed limbs intensified, as she slid, suddenly, down the stipes, the rough wood tearing at her back, the phallus in her anus eating away at her insides. Her mouth opened wide but she couldn't scream … the agony was too overwhelming.

As the crowd yelled their excitement the patibulum was fully raised, and the throng cheered as she came back into full view, and the cross-hole was packed with mud.

And then a sickly rasping gurgle came from her throat. Every muscle was taut … every inch of her wracked with torment … her lovely tortured body naked and exposed for all to see.

Nepos turned to Tiberius and smiled. “Is this what you envisaged my friend?”

Tiberius reciprocated the grin and nodded, “Oh yes, Governor this has exceeded all my expectations.”

As the three men looked out at the place where the two battered, broken, beautiful girls hung, nailed to their crosses they could sense a new dawn was upon them, upon Britannia and perhaps upon the whole of the Great Roman Empire.


Join us tomorrow when "The Wall" concludes with the Epilogue ...
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this part is very exciting, I wet very hard. I'm probably waiting tomorrow for the death of these two beautiful women
 
The Wall – Epilogue


AD 122

It took the girls almost 72 hours to die. Valeria had been right about her pussy being filled, but in truth it wasn’t until a legionary’s pilum pierced her slit to aid her ultimate demise, that she felt anything more between her thighs …

Nepos didn’t see the end because within twenty-four hours of the nailing, he was already on his way to take up permanent residence in Londinium, and Tiberius felt he couldn’t afford to be seen taking too much relish from the fatal cavorting of the crucified girl in his new position as Consul of Coria.

It was left to Aulus, the weak willed, feeble minded, newly wealthy Merchant to pay his continued respects, which he did many times over that three-day period, making sure he saw enough of this nefarious execution to keep him in masturbatory images for the rest of his miserable life …

AD 180

The feast was celebratory for a great victory had been foretold. The Pict tribes that had settled between the lines of the now abandoned Antonine Wall and the much stronger stone position built by those Roman bastards, were restless. They knew that if they could breech the stone barrier and connect with the Brigantes on the other side, they would have the Roman forces on the run.

Commodus Antonius was the new Emperor in Rome and his lands were in turmoil. Hated by the Romans themselves he was seen as weak and deeply unpopular.

The Goddess Lilah and the Goddess Valeria, the twin Goddesses of the Southern Caledonian Picts, had foretold that the time was now right.

As the tribal chiefs and elders bowed their heads before the patibulum stumps, said to be relics from the original crosses of these venerable Martyrs, and now placed ahead of the Mithraic Alters, incense was thrown into the fires causing sparks to fly.

Rudchester and Coria would take the main brunt of the attack and they would force the wall to be abandoned.

“grêatian gydene, Lilah and Valeria, segnian ûser woruld wið duguð trymð hwæt fæstr¯ædnes fullan êower on æthwâ of êow bûtan êower bôc, bær oð, mid drêor. Sîn wið ûs of pro ic geond attraction with pron ðe ic môt under−bæc ûre …”

(“Oh, great Goddesses, Lilah and Valeria, bless our people with the strength and fortitude shown by you when each of you dwelt on your cross, naked and exposed, dripping with blood. Be with us today as we take back what is rightfully ours …”)

An attack was made in the east with Rudchester and Coria taking the worst. The new Governor of Britannia, Ulpius Marcellus, attempted to re-establish order but could not and most of the forts north of the Wall were abandoned as they simply could not be protected.

The Goddesses Lilah and Valeria were smiling down upon their people, as they wreaked their vengeance on the bastard invaders, that was for sure.


FIN
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Thank you to everyone who supported the publishing of my story The Wall. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed researching and writing it.
Fossy.
 
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Simply breathtaking, @Fossy ! The epilogue sounds so genuine, I am curious if there really were two martyred goddesses named Valeria and Lilah… very enjoyable, I continue to think it’s the best of your writings, not wishing to detract from the others I have read, of course. It just seemed so meticulously crafted, very enjoyable
 
Loinclothslave said:
Simply breathtaking, @Fossy ! The epilogue sounds so genuine, I am curious if there really were two martyred goddesses named Valeria and Lilah… very enjoyable, I continue to think it’s the best of your writings, not wishing to detract from the others I have read, of course. It just seemed so meticulously crafted, very enjoyable
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Thank you for the feedback 'Loin, and of course, your support.
 
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