A shared cross [semi-consensual/reluctant, additional tortures]

[Zephirantes]

Chapter 1: The Shared Fate of Lucia and Valentina

In the heart of ancient Rome, the city buzzed with the latest scandal. Lucius Pedanius Secundus, a prominent senator, had met his untimely end at the hands of one of his own slaves. The law was clear and unforgiving: when a master was killed by a slave, all his slaves must suffer the same fate – execution. It was a harsh reminder of the brutal order that governed Roman society.

Among the vast household of Lucius, two young slave girls, Lucia and Valentina, found themselves caught in this merciless decree. Both 18, with the sculpted bodies of seasoned field workers, they were the very picture of youthful strength and beauty. Their toned arms and defined abs spoke of hard labor, while their small breasts and pointy nipples hinted at a feminine delicacy. Despite their rugged exterior, there was a vulnerability in their youthful faces, an innocence about to be shattered by a cruel twist of fate.

The executioners, a group of respectful yet duty-bound guards, faced a dilemma. There was only one cross left and insufficient nails for the traditional execution of two individuals. Marcus, the leader, approached the girls with a blend of solemnity and a strange amusement. "Lucia, Valentina, my dear girls, we face a predicament here! We have but one cross remaining, and just five nails to execute you both. Can you imagine it? How can we possibly torture and kill you like this?" He paused for effect, his eyes glinting with an odd humor. "But don't worry, we propose a solution to still execute you okay – a shared crucifixion!"

Valens, ever pragmatic, elaborated, "Sharing the crossbeam, your wrists will be nailed side by side, and the final nail will go through all four of your feet. Perhaps the closeness will offer some solace in your final moments."

The guards' gazes held a mix of sympathy and amusement. Marcus continued, "We seek your thoughts on this. It shall be an intimacy forced by circumstance, since we are left with just one cross and so few nails to execute you properly, but it might spare you from a more prolonged and solitary death."

Lucia turned to Valentina, her eyes searching for an opinion on this very intimate and final matter to both of 'em. "Valentina, do you wanna be executed together with me? To be stripped, nailed, and left to hang on the same wooden cross, our bare and helpless bodies a spectacle of pain and vulnerability?"

Cyrus, always keen on adding a theatrical flair, chimed in with a mischievous suggestion and a grin. "To distract you from the agony of your execution, how about we tie a cord from Lucia's left nipple to Valentina's right? It will add another layer to your torment, but who knows, maybe you'll find some perverse enjoyment in it?"

Consus, the youngest guard, spoke with a softness that belied the harshness of his words. "Remember, this is your execution, as prescribed by our laws. We will ensure your humiliation, suffering and agony on the cross is prolonged. However sorry we might be for you, we are skilled in extending life on the cross, extracting every ounce of pain, and will do just that."

Cyrus added, "Our task is to make your execution a spectacle. Your naked bodies, writhing in pain, will provide entertainment for the onlookers and for us too, I confess. It's a harsh reality for you two, but we must respect our obligations and duty."

The girls nodded, understanding the grim reality of their situation. The guards, while sympathetic, were bound by duty to enact a cruel and prolonged execution, their naked bodies exposed struggling and writhing in pain.

Valentina met Lucia's gaze, a flicker of determination shining through her fear. "Yes, Lucia." She then added with a hint of sarcasm, "...and who knows, perhaps the shared nipple-cord might be a fun distraction too, albeit painful..."

The crowd around them buzzed with anticipation, eager to witness this novel spectacle. The air was thick with a mix of excitement and dread. The guards, attuned to the mood of the crowd, continued to discuss the logistics of the double crucifixion with a casual, almost light-hearted demeanor, in stark contrast to the somber reality that awaited Lucia and Valentina.
As Lucia and Valentina contemplated their fate, the atmosphere around them was a bizarre mix of festival and funeral. The crowd chattered and laughed, looking forward to the erotic display of pain and beauty. The guards, though respectful, couldn't hide their professional curiosity and slight amusement at the prospect of such a unique execution.

 

[Wragg]

Cyrus, always keen on adding a theatrical flair, chimed in with a mischievous suggestion and a grin. "To distract you from the agony of your execution, how about we tie a cord from Lucia's left nipple to Valentina's right? It will add another layer to your torment, but who knows, maybe you'll find some perverse enjoyment in it?"

Consus, the youngest guard, spoke with a softness that belied the harshness of his words. "Remember, this is your execution, as prescribed by our laws. We will ensure your humiliation, suffering and agony on the cross is prolonged. However sorry we might be for you, we are skilled in extending life on the cross, extracting every ounce of pain, and will do just that."

They're all heart, aren't they?

I hope you don't mind, @Zephirantes, but I removed your formatting. Your yellow text was practically impossible to read by members such as myself who use the light theme.

 

[Zephirantes]

They're all heart, aren't they?

I hope you don't mind, @Zephirantes, but I removed your formatting. Your yellow text was practically impossible to read by members such as myself who use the light theme.

Yeah sure, sorry I didn't know the light theme was like that.
I'm a dark person (?) living in darkness (?), so I had no idea!

And... yeah, I like the idea of a kind, gentle executioner, ready to torture and kill girls, yes, but still, respecting them as they're doing something very difficult (like, dying in agony, naked for all to see).

 

[Zephirantes]

Chapter 2: The Disrobing and Anticipation

They were about to embark on a journey of unimaginable pain and exposure, their bodies to be displayed in their most vulnerable state. Lucia and Valentina stood before the crowd, the reality of their fate sinking in. The guards, maintaining their kind yet professional demeanor, asked them to disrobe. The two young women hesitated for a moment, the weight of embarrassment and fear evident in their eyes, but they knew refusal was not an option.

Lucia began to help Valentina with her clothing, gently lifting the fabric over her head, revealing her toned body. As her pointy nipples slowly appeared, Lucia couldn't help but compliment Valentina on her delicate features. Valentina, in turn, admired Lucia's inner lips, protruding gracefully from her bare vulva. At the same time, Valentina's fleshy and plump pussy attracted a lot of attention from the guards tasked to hurt and kill her. Despite the humiliation of being so exposed, there was a sense of admiration from the very men who would soon subject them to agonizing pain and death.

Cyrus, kneeling in front of them, scrutinized their intimate areas with a mix of professional curiosity and personal interest. "Did you prepare yourselves for this final performance?" he asked, his tone laced with intrigue. Lucia, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush, admitted, "Yes, if we are to die naked and in pain, we wanted to be at our best. No hair to veil our bare bodies." Valentina nodded, her eyes meeting Lucia's in a shared understanding of their plight.

The guards took turns kneeling and admiring the girls' bodies, particularly their vulvas. Valens, with a hint of admiration, murmured, "Your labia are as delicate as flower petals," while Consus added, "Your perky clits are like little pearls."

Lucia and Valentina exchanged glances, their embarrassment intermingled with a strange, very slight thrill. The ultimate agony and humiliation they were about to experience was undeniably intense, yet there was something almost exhilarating about this raw exposure. They stood tall, forcing themselves not to cover their intimate parts, accepting their roles as executees, ready to endure the humiliation, pain, and death that awaited them.

Cyrus, unable to hide his eagerness, declared, "Your execution will be a spectacle like no other. These beautiful, strong naked bodies you have, writhing in pain, will be an unforgettable sight." The atmosphere was a bizarre mix of carnival cheer and somber reality, as the guards and onlookers maintained a jovial mood, while Lucia and Valentina braced themselves for the imminent torture and death.

Lucia, feeling the weight of the crowd's gaze, whispered to Valentina, "I never imagined it would end like this, with us exposed and helpless before so many." Valentina, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and determination, nodded in silent agreement.

Cyrus continued, "Their strength and fitness will allow them to endure longer. It will be a prolonged spectacle of suffering." Consus, his youthful face set in a serious expression, added, "We must ensure their agony is extended. It's our duty to hurt their pretty bodies and make 'em squirm and struggle a lot, as they die."

Marcus, with a frankness that bordered on cruelty, said, "I'm sorry you two have to be forcedly stripped naked, and soon suffer and die to provide us entertainment with your pornographic execution... but still, I can't deny I look forward to that, I'm unapologetic. It seems a good, fun execution cannot be right without the actual torment and death of a pretty naked girl like you, I think."

Valentina, her voice tinged with a hint of confusion and fear, replied, "Yeah, like... you cannot do an omelette without breaking an egg, I think? But, you said... my pornographic execution? I thought that we would just be crucified and left there, to hung and die..."

The guard nodded, "Yeah, but you know, once you're all stretched and bare and helpless... you'll be so open to further torments and stimulation, and, well, I can already anticipate you that most will include your pretty pussy. Hope you're not still virgin. Anyway, even if you are, I'm afraid you won't remain like that for much as we will push a wooden stick up your twat."

"So... we will be invaded there, for all to see..." Lucia murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah, but please don't be afraid, I mean, don't be too afraid: having your nipples and pussy stimulated might distract you from the pain of dying on the cross, so, maybe, you might even be grateful to be penetrated there. Anyway, don't worry 'bout that now, you've plenty of time to think about it as you dangle nailed to the cross," the guard replied, his tone a strange mix of kindness and sadistic amusement.

 

[Zephirantes]

Chapter 3: The Check

Lucia and Valentina, now fully disrobed, stood side by side, their vulnerability palpable under the watchful eyes of the crowd and their executioners. Valentina, in particular, seemed deeply troubled by the thought of the invasive tortures and public humiliations promised by their executioners. The idea of being deflowered and stimulated on the cross, a spectacle for all to witness, weighed heavily on her mind.

Cyrus, with a curious and somewhat clinical interest, turned to Valentina. "Are you really a virgin?" he inquired, his voice a blend of disbelief and fascination. The guard's gaze then shifted towards Lucia, a new idea forming in his mind. "Lucia, please, would you be so kind as to spread your fellow executee's nether lips and show us her... let's say, her inner pink? I just wanna see if her hymen is still intact as she claims."

Valentina flinched at the touch of Lucia on her intimate area, but Lucia, understanding the necessity of obedience in their dire situation, nodded, making it clear she had no choice but to comply. Gently, she spread the petals of Valentina's most intimate flower, revealing her to the guards.

As Lucia exposed Valentina's most private area, the guards leaned in, inspecting closely. "Oh, so you are indeed a virgin, my dear. Well, on the cross, you'll be deflowered: we will penetrate your pussy, you can be sure of that," Cyrus stated, his voice a strange mix of reassurance and threat.

Valentina's eyes widened with a mix of fear and resignation at the thought. Cyrus, sensing her apprehension, added, "The first time might hurt more, but you're a big girl sentenced to die on the cross: you might appreciate your deflowering and first fuck as a welcome distraction from your slow death, you know."

At this point, Valentina's vulnerability was laid bare, not just physically but emotionally as well. She was exposed and helpless, a plaything for the guards' whims.

Cyrus then turned to Lucia once more. "Look, Lucia, please be helpful: dear Valentina here seems so upset and stressed, like, she doesn't want to die on the cross and be deflowered on it! Can you imagine? So, please, since your hands are already there, masturbate her for good and calm her down."

Lucia, her own emotions a whirlwind of fear, empathy, and an odd sense of duty, began to gently stimulate Valentina's clit. "Yeah, please frig her clit. But don't break into her pussy: that's a privilege we wanna reserve for ourselves," Valens instructed, his tone lighthearted yet firm.

As Lucia continued her task, the crowd's mood shifted subtly. There was a sense of awe at the display of human vulnerability and strength, even as they eagerly anticipated the main event of the crucifixion. Valentina, her body betraying her in response to Lucia's ministrations, found a momentary escape from the harsh reality of her fate. Her breaths became deeper, her body arching slightly as she neared the brink of release.

Marcus, watching intently, finally signaled Lucia to stop. "Enough," he said softly, yet with a commanding tone. "These must be days of pain and suffering and death for you girls. Not pleasure. At least, that's the main idea."

"Yeah but they're innocent girls, we all know that. They didn't kill that damn senator. They deserve a little treat now and then, don't you think so?" one of the guards mused, reflecting a rare moment of empathy amidst the cruelty of their task.

 

[Barbaria1]

The guards began to prepare for the crucifixion, discussing among themselves the best way to position the girls on the cross. They contemplated the unique challenge of nailing both women to the same cross, ensuring their suffering was prolonged yet visible for all to witness. A very long and strong nail was needed to transfix all their four feet at the same time.

Ahhhh … a challenge for Roman engineering!

 

[Zephirantes]

Ahhhh … a challenge for Roman engineering!

I edited that... I have decided to expand first some other themes before coming to that.

 

[Barbaria1]

I edited that... I have decided to expand first some other themes before coming to that.

Ahhh … that’s what happens when your writing quickly captures a moderator’s interest and attention.

 

[Wragg]

like, she doesn't want to die on the cross and be deflowered on it! Can you imagine?

No, indeed. Seems very odd to me

 

[Zephirantes]

No, indeed. Seems very odd to me

I'm trying to highlight as much as I can the contrast between her kind but almost cheerful demeanor and the terrible fate that's in store for poor Lucia and Valentina.

 

[Wragg]

Ahhh … that’s what happens when your writing quickly captures a moderator’s interest and attention.

Or two moderators, as the case may be...

You're just quicker than me, Barb. There again, you always were!

 

[Zephirantes]

Chapter 3 (continuation)

"Well, if these days are indeed for their pain and suffering, as you say, Marcus, then..." Aurelius suggested, "Lucia, dear, why don’t you pinch Valentina’s nipples and clit? They are so perky and activated they're almost asking for it, don't you think so? It should provide both stimulation and pain to our hot little minx here."

"Great idea. A skilled executioner knows when to mix pleasure with the agony of his victim," remarked Consus, his tone reflecting the complex dynamics of their role.

Lucia, torn between her own emotions and the commands of her captors, hesitantly followed the instruction. She pinched Valentina’s sensitive areas, eliciting a sharp response. Valentina gasped, her body reacting involuntarily to the conflicting sensations of pain and stimulation. The crowd watched, their expressions a mix of fascination and expectation, as the two girls endured this intimate torment: indeed, as an aperitif of much greater humiliation and pain, this was good enough.
Valentina asked Lucia to stop, but the guards incited Lucia to go on, so the latter, apologetic, complied, explaining to Valentina that they're both here to suffer, so they should just offer themselves to pain and to everything the guards will throw at them: it's their role and duty as slaves sentenced to suffer and die.

Lucia, torn between her own emotions and the orders of her captors, continued to torment Valentina's body. She squeezed and twisted Valentina's nipples and clit, each touch eliciting gasps and moans of pain mixed with unwanted pleasure. Lucia's hands roamed over Valentina's toned body, her fingers tracing the lines of her abs, sliding over the sweat-glistening skin. With a reluctant push, she pressed hard into Valentina's sculpted belly-button, causing her to gasp sharply in pain.

"Valentina, we're both here to suffer... It's our role, our fate as slaves sentenced to die. I have to do this, I'm sorry," Lucia whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of apology and resolve.

Valentina, her body writhing under Lucia's touch, found herself caught in a whirlwind of sensation – the agony of the physical torment blending with the humiliation of her naked exposure and an underlying, primal surge of conflicting emotions. Lucia's voice was soft yet firm as she whispered, "We must endure this, Valentina. It's what is expected of us now."

"Look, we're both here to suffer, so we should just offer ourselves to pain and to everything the guards will throw at us: it's our role in this death-performance, and our duty as slaves sentenced to suffer and die for the entertainment of all these people."

"I would gladly avoid suffering and dying for them!" Valentina exclaimed, in pain as she felt her navel being punished.

"Yeah, me too, but still, here we are, we have to just live with it..." Lucia replied, her voice reflecting a stoic acceptance of their grim reality.

"Well, we won't live with it for long!" Valentina remarked with a funny grin, quickly erased when the thought that death was just a couple of days in her future took hold of her scared mind.

"Yeah, well said, Valentina. In any case, we must make the most of our painful and deadly predicament. If this is my last experience in life, well, I wanna live it fully, take in all the feelings, both bad and good, pains and pleasures, that come with it. I wanna live fully, even humiliated naked, and crucified, and tortured, until I finally snuff it." "
After a pause, Lucia continued."I wanna go out having savored everything Roman laws and customs have in store for a slave girl like me. I hope I will not regret these words..." Lucia expressed, her voice carrying a newfound determination.

"I understand you, Lucia... I hope too you'll be able to deal with all of that," Valentina responded, her voice a blend of admiration and concern.

The guards, observing this interaction, seemed to appreciate the complexity of their task – inflicting pain and death while occasionally offering fleeting moments of relief or sexual pleasure. It was a delicate balance, reflecting the harsh realities of their role as executioners and the humaneness that occasionally surfaced amidst their duty.

As the guards prepared for the next phase of the execution, Lucia and Valentina exchanged glances. Their eyes conveyed a myriad of emotions – fear, solidarity, and a profound understanding of the shared ordeal they were about to endure. The atmosphere was charged with a peculiar tension, a blend of somber anticipation and a morbid fascination from the onlookers. Indeed the guards, having fulfilled their role in this preliminary act of humiliation and preparation, began to direct the girls towards the cross. The crowd, their appetite whetted by the display, eagerly awaited the main spectacle of the crucifixion. Lucia and Valentina, fully aware of the pain and suffering that lay ahead, moved towards their fate with a sense of resigned courage, their spirits intertwined in the face of the inevitable and tragic process that would soon end their young, innocent lives.

 

[Crucified Life]

Could someone please do a picture of this!! Both girls on their cross? It would be the perfect accompaniment to this tender story.

 

[Zephirantes]

Chapter 4: The Dilemma and Decision

The guards began to prepare for the crucifixion, discussing among themselves the best way to position Lucia and Valentina on the cross. They contemplated the unique challenge of nailing both women to the same cross, ensuring their suffering was prolonged yet visible for all to witness. A very long and strong nail was needed to transfix all their four feet at the same time.

Then, they noticed: of their dismal stock of just five nails, only three were in good condition. Two of them were rusty and on the point of breaking. "We have a situation here, guys, how can we properly crucify these two hotties with just three nails?" one of the guards wondered aloud.

"I just think this crucifixion is doomed... the gods don't want that we do it. Not this way. Couldn't we just execute these two in another way? Something equally painful, otherwise the centurion might object we were too lenient on them..." another guard suggested, his tone reflecting a mix of frustration and resignation.

"We could impale that one through their pussy, she said she's virgin right? And the other one... I dunno, maybe disemboweling her? We could extract her viscera slowly, with a pulley perhaps..." a guard mused, his voice cold and calculating.

"What you wanna do to us?" Valentina asked, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and defiance.

"Sorry gals, but really, you have to understand, if we can't kill you by crucifixion, then we have to resort to somethin' else..." the guard replied, his tone apologetic yet firm.

"Yeah, and, well, I think splitting open your beautiful tight belly might be a good substitute for your crucifixion... I mean, feeling your entrails spurt out of your body should be equally painful, I think..." another guard added, his voice betraying a hint of excitement at the thought.

"My entrails?" Lucia said, instinctively protecting her abdomen with her hands, her mind reeling at the gruesome image.

"I assure you, watching a girl eviscerated and with her belly spilling out her intestines is a show that deserves to be seen at least once!" the guard continued, his eyes glinting with a morbid fascination.

"Yeah, well, I prefer it's not me the centre of the show then..." Valentina replied, her voice laced with a bitter irony.

"In that case, you might opt for some good ol' fashioned impalement... a pole through in your slutty pussy, up your cervix and womb, carving a way into your toned body is a spectacular way to go, I assure you..." another guard suggested, his voice casual as if discussing a mundane matter.

"Please, don't call our dear 'clients' slutty: we are here to torment and kill them, not calling them names..." one of the more conscientious guards interjected.

"Oh, sorry gals: I hope I've not offended you..." the guard apologized, his tone genuine.

"Don't worry Valens, my pussy being called 'slutty' might not be the last and the least of my problems right now, but surely it's a minor one, so it's okay," Valentina responded, a faint smile crossing her lips despite the dire situation.

"Thank you, you're such an understanding executee!" Valens replied, a hint of admiration in his voice.

"Guys, please, let's not digress. We are here to execute these two pretty slaves by crucifying them, and I intend to carry out my duty as prescribed. Now, please, just think how we can do it with our limited resources," Marcus, the leader, brought the discussion back on track.

"Asking the legatus to send us one more cross and more nails?" one guard suggested half-heartedly.

"Well, there might be a solution..." another guard began, his voice trailing off as he looked thoughtfully at the cross and the nails.

The guards huddled together, discussing in low tones. Lucia and Valentina, standing naked and exposed, watched the exchange with a mixture of fear and curiosity. The mood among the onlookers was a bizarre mix of eagerness and suspense, as they awaited the final decision on the fate of the two young women.

After a few minutes of intense discussion, Marcus turned back to Lucia and Valentina with a determined look. "We have a plan," he announced, his voice carrying a note of finality. "We will proceed with the crucifixion as planned, but with a slight modification to accommodate our limited resources. We will have to be creative, but I assure you, your suffering will not be lessened."

Lucia and Valentina exchanged a glance, their expressions a mix of relief and renewed fear. The prospect of crucifixion, despite its horrifying nature, was at least a known entity compared to the gruesome alternatives that had been discussed.

 

[Wragg]

Chapter 4: The Dilemma and Decision

The guards began to prepare for the crucifixion, discussing among themselves the best way to position Lucia and Valentina on the cross. They contemplated the unique challenge of nailing both women to the same cross, ensuring their suffering was prolonged yet visible for all to witness. A very long and strong nail was needed to transfix all their four feet at the same time.

Then, they noticed: of their dismal stock of just five nails, only three were in good condition. Two of them were rusty and on the point of breaking. "We have a situation here, guys, how can we properly crucify these two hotties with just three nails?" one of the guards wondered aloud.

"I just think this crucifixion is doomed... the gods don't want that we do it. Not this way. Couldn't we just execute these two in another way? Something equally painful, otherwise the centurion might object we were too lenient on them..." another guard suggested, his tone reflecting a mix of frustration and resignation.

"We could impale that one through their pussy, she said she's virgin right? And the other one... I dunno, maybe disemboweling her? We could extract her viscera slowly, with a pulley perhaps..." a guard mused, his voice cold and calculating.

"What you wanna do to us?" Valentina asked, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and defiance.

"Sorry gals, but really, you have to understand, if we can't kill you by crucifixion, then we have to resort to somethin' else..." the guard replied, his tone apologetic yet firm.

"Yeah, and, well, I think splitting open your beautiful tight belly might be a good substitute for your crucifixion... I mean, feeling your entrails spurt out of your body should be equally painful, I think..." another guard added, his voice betraying a hint of excitement at the thought.

"My entrails?" Lucia said, instinctively protecting her abdomen with her hands, her mind reeling at the gruesome image.

"I assure you, watching a girl eviscerated and with her belly spilling out her intestines is a show that deserves to be seen at least once!" the guard continued, his eyes glinting with a morbid fascination.

"Yeah, well, I prefer it's not me the centre of the show then..." Valentina replied, her voice laced with a bitter irony.

"In that case, you might opt for some good ol' fashioned impalement... a pole through in your slutty pussy, up your cervix and womb, carving a way into your toned body is a spectacular way to go, I assure you..." another guard suggested, his voice casual as if discussing a mundane matter.

"Please, don't call our dear 'clients' slutty: we are here to torment and kill them, not calling them names..." one of the more conscientious guards interjected.

"Oh, sorry gals: I hope I've not offended you..." the guard apologized, his tone genuine.

"Don't worry Valens, my pussy being called 'slutty' might not be the last and the least of my problems right now, but surely it's a minor one, so it's okay," Valentina responded, a faint smile crossing her lips despite the dire situation.

"Thank you, you're such an understanding executee!" Valens replied, a hint of admiration in his voice.

"Guys, please, let's not digress. We are here to execute these two pretty slaves by crucifying them, and I intend to carry out my duty as prescribed. Now, please, just think how we can do it with our limited resources," Marcus, the leader, brought the discussion back on track.

"Asking the legatus to send us one more cross and more nails?" one guard suggested half-heartedly.

"Well, there might be a solution..." another guard began, his voice trailing off as he looked thoughtfully at the cross and the nails.

The guards huddled together, discussing in low tones. Lucia and Valentina, standing naked and exposed, watched the exchange with a mixture of fear and curiosity. The mood among the onlookers was a bizarre mix of eagerness and suspense, as they awaited the final decision on the fate of the two young women.

After a few minutes of intense discussion, Marcus turned back to Lucia and Valentina with a determined look. "We have a plan," he announced, his voice carrying a note of finality. "We will proceed with the crucifixion as planned, but with a slight modification to accommodate our limited resources. We will have to be creative, but I assure you, your suffering will not be lessened."

Lucia and Valentina exchanged a glance, their expressions a mix of relief and renewed fear. The prospect of crucifixion, despite its horrifying nature, was at least a known entity compared to the gruesome alternatives that had been discussed.

A low budget crux?

Well done lads for being economical! Those bright shiny new nails cost good money!

 

[Zephirantes]

Chapter 5: The Unfolding Reality and Julia's Revelation

"Let's nail them with their hands crossed above their pretty heads. That way we can nail the hands of each of them with just one nail," Marcus suggested, his eyes calculating the logistics of the unconventional crucifixion.

"It will be stressful for them... their arms stretched up..." one guard noted, his tone carrying a hint of concern, yet tinged with anticipation of the spectacle to come. "And the nail... might not be enough to pin her to the wooden cross: it might tear their hands and they could fall..."

"Okay, through their wrists then: wrists crossed behind their hands, interlaced, and a single nail per girl through their overlapping wrists. That should do it!" another guard chimed in, his voice reflecting a practical solution to the dilemma.

"Yeah, they are strong gals. And, furthermore, this way they will show their stretched armpits more, like they held a pose with hands behind their head. I have always found it very sexy... like, a body offering..." another guard remarked, his voice betraying a sense of arousal at the thought.

"What do you think, girls: are you strong and, most importantly, flexible enough to be crucified that way? With your wrists crossed above your heads?" Marcus asked, turning towards Lucia and Valentina.

"Well... yeah, I mean, why not?" Lucia responded, her voice laced with a reluctant acceptance of their grim fate.

"I think we... we could do it. Oh gods, what am I saying?" Valentina added, her voice a mix of disbelief and resignation. Her eyes darted between the guards and the cross, a clear sense of the inevitable dawning upon her.

"We thank you for being so collaborative," one of the guards said, a tone of mock gratitude in his voice. His statement was met with a few chuckles from the other guards, who seemed to find a dark humor in the grave situation. "Hope you will be also as we nail and torture you for real."

The crowd, sensing that the crucifixion was about to begin, grew more excited, their murmurs and whispers turning into eager chatter. They watched intently as the guards began to position Lucia and Valentina, guiding them towards the cross.

Lucia and Valentina, now resigned to their fate, allowed themselves to be positioned by the guards. Their bodies, toned and glistening with sweat, were a stark contrast against the rugged wood of the cross. The guards took great care in positioning and crossing first Lucia's wrists, ensuring that they overlapped perfectly for the single nail to secure them both.

Valentina watched, her heart pounding in her chest, as the guards prepared the nail. Lucia looked over at Valentina, offering a small, encouraging nod. Valentina returned the gesture, her expression a mix of fear and fortitude. The crowd watched in silence, the earlier jovial atmosphere now replaced by a tense anticipation.

With a steady hand, one of the guards lifted the hammer, positioning the nail against Lucia's wrists. The sharp point of the nail pressed against her skin, a foreboding of the pain to come. Lucia closed her eyes, took a deep breath, bit her lower lip, bracing herself for the impact, and...

... and Julia paused, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. She had been writing for hours, absorbed in the world she had created. The story of Lucia and Valentina, two slave girls sentenced to a brutal and erotic crucifixion, was her most daring work yet. As a pretty university student with a vivid imagination, she had always enjoyed writing snuff-porn stories, but this one felt different. It felt real.

As she sat back in her chair, Julia suddenly felt a strange sensation, as if the boundary between her imagination and reality had blurred. The room around her seemed to shift, and she found herself standing in a different place, a place she had only visited in her mind.

She was in the midst of a Roman crowd, watching as two girls, who looked exactly like her heroines, were being prepared for crucifixion. Her story, born from the depths of her creative mind, had somehow manifested into a parallel reality. Lucia and Valentina, once figments of her imagination, were now suffering the fate she had written for them, for real, in their own world. She watched, horrified and amused at the same time, as the events she had penned unfolded before her eyes.

The realization hit her like a wave – she was the cause of their suffering. The pornographic, violent world she had crafted had become a living, breathing reality. The weight of this revelation was crushing. She had created a universe where Lucia and Valentina were real, where their pain and humiliation were more than just a fantasy. As the nail was driven into Lucia's wrists, Julia felt a pang of guilt and sorrow. She wanted to scream, to stop the guards, to rewrite the story into something less cruel, and yet... her sadistic desire to feast on their suffering, pushed her into continuing their sexy ordeal...

 

[Zephirantes]

Chapter 6: The Quantum Conundrum

In a state of distress, Julia sought out her friend Stephen, a theoretical physicist known for his insights into the more esoteric aspects of quantum mechanics. She found him in his cluttered study, surrounded by books and papers.

"Stephen, I need to talk to you about something... it's important," Julia began, her voice trembling with urgency.

Stephen looked up, his expression shifting from curiosity to concern. "What's wrong, Julia? You look troubled."

Julia recounted her experience, the vivid transition from her writing to witnessing the execution of Lucia and Valentina in an alternate reality. Stephen listened intently, his brows furrowing in thought.

"According to the many-worlds interpretation of quantum mechanics, every possible outcome of a quantum event exists in its own separate universe," Stephen explained, his tone both scholarly and accessible. "In theory, if you imagine something physically possible and even write it down, it could manifest as reality in a parallel world."

He paused, noticing Julia's growing distress. "Now, this interpretation isn't universally accepted in the scientific community. It's more of a philosophical stance on the nature of reality. However, if it's true, then it suggests that your writing, your imagination, could indeed be affecting another reality."

Julia's face paled. "So, you're saying that I'm actually torturing and killing Lucia and Valentina with my stories?"

Stephen sighed, choosing his words carefully. "It's a possibility, albeit a remote one. The many-worlds interpretation implies that all conceivable realities exist. Therefore, somewhere, in some parallel universe, Lucia and Valentina might be undergoing the ordeal you've written about."

Julia slumped into a chair, her mind racing. "I feel conflicted, Stephen. I started writing as an escape, a way to explore my darker fantasies. But now, the thought that I might be responsible for such suffering..."

Stephen leaned forward, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "It's a heavy burden to consider. But remember, Julia, this is all theoretical. We have no proof that such parallel realities are being directly influenced by our actions or thoughts in this universe."

"But what if they are?" Julia pressed, her eyes filled with turmoil. "What if my imagination is not just a story but a reality for them? I'm torn between a sense of accountability and this... this inner desire to finish their story, even though it's one of pain, erotic display, and death for two innocent girls."

Stephen nodded, understanding the depth of her conflict. "It's a moral dilemma, certainly. The question is, do you continue writing, knowing the potential implications, or do you stop, leaving their story unfinished in your mind, but possibly sparing them further suffering in another reality?"

Julia looked down at her hands, the weight of the decision heavy upon her. "I don't know, Stephen. I just don't know."

The room fell silent, the only sound being the ticking of a clock on the wall, marking the passage of time in a world where the line between fiction and reality had become perilously thin.

 

[Georg]

Elements of philosophy and science fiction always adorn the text. This is a deep ethical question - what if a cruel imagination somehow creates reality? That's why I prefer to imagine softer things.

 

[Zephirantes]

Elements of philosophy and science fiction always adorn the text. This is a deep ethical question - what if a cruel imagination somehow creates reality? That's why I prefer to imagine softer things.

I understand your point.

Mine is different. My opinion is that I wanna be completely free in my own mind.
I don't believe the many-world interpretation of quantum mechanics is correct, nor anything like that, but even if they were... I'll go on thinking about and possibly writing my snuff fantasies.

I'm not saying like "I would not care": indeed, I would care if my thoughts were to hurt and kill some pretty girl for real.
Still, albeit saddened by it, I would continue imagining tortures and executions.

There are so many limitations in our real life, that I don't accepts further limitations in my mind's life, even if, in an hypothetical way, the price were agony and death for someone's else in a parallel world.

I think the characters that I imagine and torture and execute have just to... deal with it, the best they can.
I might be sorry for them (in a sense, I am), yet I won't spare them the ordeal and death I've in store for them.

 

[Georg]

I don't believe the many-world interpretation of quantum mechanics is correct

Ideas about the subjectivity of quantum mechanics are actually wrong. The collapse of the wave function during measurement is about how to get a white or black ball out of a box. So the quantum reality of the imagination is nothing more than a fantastic speculation.

I'm not saying like "I would not care": indeed, I would care if my thoughts were to hurt and kill some pretty girl for real.
Still, albeit saddened by it, I would continue imagining tortures and executions.

And this is a philosophical and ethical dilemma. On the one hand, our imagination is imagination because it does not change reality. On the other hand, if imagination could kill, it would cease to be imagination. On the third hand, if you know that an imaginary girl will be taken down from the cross alive and healthy, then it does not hurt your conscience at all if some very real girl is crucified like that!