william23
Magistrate
The Black Eagle
The cart shook violently as it made its way along the rough terrain and heading to the harbour. This was a transportation cart and carried souls destined for the Roman galley's. Men and women of all nationality were shackled half naked to the sides of the cart. For over two days they had travelled with very little water and almost no food. Livia and Mila, two slaves barely in their early twenties, huddled together to comfort each other. Their only clothing was a small cloth tied around their loins, their breasts were on view to all and bounced and flopped over the uneven road. "Where are we going"? Livia sobbed, "We go to the galley" a gruff voice replied. "You will row for Rome or die in the process, one thing for sure is that you will suffer much pain and torment all the time that you live". Both Livia and Mila sobbed when they heard this. The gruff voice continued, "I hear that you two are special and have been selected to row for the Black Eagle, you should consider this a great honour although I have heard they treat their slaves badly". "What do you mean" stammered Mila. "Well" replied the voice, "for those that do not obey I understand he crucifies them from the mast just before he goes into battle". Both Mila and Livia were crying uncontrolably and Mila began to wretch.
Suddenly the cart came to a grinding halt. "Right you scum, out!" The door of the cart was flung open and its bedraggled content fell onto the wooden floor of the harbour. The two girls clung to each other as they shuffled along with their chained feet. Then they caught site of the galley, it was huge with tall black sails emblazoned with the Eagle of Rome. As they moved nearer they could see movement on the side of the ship. A slave hung naked, nailed to the hull of the ship through his wrists and ankles, his semi erect penis swung to and fro as the boat gently bobbed in the dock. He was still alive although his skin was scorched badly by the sun. The group struggled up the gang plank as the chains around their ankles almost caused them to fall. A swift crack of the whip kept them moving until they were all on the main deck. The two girls looked terrified and beheld the terrible sight that was all around them.
The thud of heavy boots raised their eyes and standing in front of them was Goab. He was a brute of a man dressed in a short sleeved tunic and leather breeches held by a black leather belt. From the belt hung a heavy hammer and a leather pounch that chinked as he walked. All knew that this pounch contained the spikes to crucify any disobedient slave. “Now pay attention you pieces of shit”, he bellowed, “I do not tollerate any misbehaviour or laziness, you will row for as long as I say you row. The whip will be your master and teacher and believe me we use it well. Any slave who disobeys will be lashed naked to the mast for a whole day with no food or water. If you disobey again then we crucify you to the mast with nails, so row well and live, now get them onboard and settled on their benches...Move it!”
The group moved below decks, the sight they saw made them shrink in terror. There were row upon row of sweating bodies all naked apart from the strip of cloth to hide their genitals. Livia and Mila were hustled over to a rowing bench each, on opposite sides to each other. Mila flinched as she was forced down onto her bench, her small soft arse rubbing on the coarse wood of the bench. As soon as they had her seated her wrists were manacled to the oar. The charge officer bent down and slipped her petite foot onto the block and that too was chained down. Mila's eyes were glazed over as this was going on, all the time gazing at her sister who was enduring the same treatment. Mila looked at the woman chained to the oar next to her. “How long have you been here?” she whimpered. The woman, who must have been in her late forties, stared back at the young girl. “I have been chained to this oar for the last three winters” she replied, “I hope you die quickly so that you do not have to suffer as much as I have.” The woman groaned and looked down at the floor. Mila's eyes followed and she could not believe what she saw. The womans left foot was nailed to the block, through a wooden washer to stop it pulling free. The blood had dried and blackend as she had been nailed some time ago. “Why did they do this, what had you done to deserve this?” enquired Mila. “I refused to row faster and kicked the charge man. He said that for that I did not deserve to be chained and he pounded the spike into my foot to keep me in place.” She laid her head on the oar and wept. Mila knew her life would be hell from now on, would she be able to survive with her sister? Only time would tell.
To be continued
The cart shook violently as it made its way along the rough terrain and heading to the harbour. This was a transportation cart and carried souls destined for the Roman galley's. Men and women of all nationality were shackled half naked to the sides of the cart. For over two days they had travelled with very little water and almost no food. Livia and Mila, two slaves barely in their early twenties, huddled together to comfort each other. Their only clothing was a small cloth tied around their loins, their breasts were on view to all and bounced and flopped over the uneven road. "Where are we going"? Livia sobbed, "We go to the galley" a gruff voice replied. "You will row for Rome or die in the process, one thing for sure is that you will suffer much pain and torment all the time that you live". Both Livia and Mila sobbed when they heard this. The gruff voice continued, "I hear that you two are special and have been selected to row for the Black Eagle, you should consider this a great honour although I have heard they treat their slaves badly". "What do you mean" stammered Mila. "Well" replied the voice, "for those that do not obey I understand he crucifies them from the mast just before he goes into battle". Both Mila and Livia were crying uncontrolably and Mila began to wretch.
Suddenly the cart came to a grinding halt. "Right you scum, out!" The door of the cart was flung open and its bedraggled content fell onto the wooden floor of the harbour. The two girls clung to each other as they shuffled along with their chained feet. Then they caught site of the galley, it was huge with tall black sails emblazoned with the Eagle of Rome. As they moved nearer they could see movement on the side of the ship. A slave hung naked, nailed to the hull of the ship through his wrists and ankles, his semi erect penis swung to and fro as the boat gently bobbed in the dock. He was still alive although his skin was scorched badly by the sun. The group struggled up the gang plank as the chains around their ankles almost caused them to fall. A swift crack of the whip kept them moving until they were all on the main deck. The two girls looked terrified and beheld the terrible sight that was all around them.
The thud of heavy boots raised their eyes and standing in front of them was Goab. He was a brute of a man dressed in a short sleeved tunic and leather breeches held by a black leather belt. From the belt hung a heavy hammer and a leather pounch that chinked as he walked. All knew that this pounch contained the spikes to crucify any disobedient slave. “Now pay attention you pieces of shit”, he bellowed, “I do not tollerate any misbehaviour or laziness, you will row for as long as I say you row. The whip will be your master and teacher and believe me we use it well. Any slave who disobeys will be lashed naked to the mast for a whole day with no food or water. If you disobey again then we crucify you to the mast with nails, so row well and live, now get them onboard and settled on their benches...Move it!”
The group moved below decks, the sight they saw made them shrink in terror. There were row upon row of sweating bodies all naked apart from the strip of cloth to hide their genitals. Livia and Mila were hustled over to a rowing bench each, on opposite sides to each other. Mila flinched as she was forced down onto her bench, her small soft arse rubbing on the coarse wood of the bench. As soon as they had her seated her wrists were manacled to the oar. The charge officer bent down and slipped her petite foot onto the block and that too was chained down. Mila's eyes were glazed over as this was going on, all the time gazing at her sister who was enduring the same treatment. Mila looked at the woman chained to the oar next to her. “How long have you been here?” she whimpered. The woman, who must have been in her late forties, stared back at the young girl. “I have been chained to this oar for the last three winters” she replied, “I hope you die quickly so that you do not have to suffer as much as I have.” The woman groaned and looked down at the floor. Mila's eyes followed and she could not believe what she saw. The womans left foot was nailed to the block, through a wooden washer to stop it pulling free. The blood had dried and blackend as she had been nailed some time ago. “Why did they do this, what had you done to deserve this?” enquired Mila. “I refused to row faster and kicked the charge man. He said that for that I did not deserve to be chained and he pounded the spike into my foot to keep me in place.” She laid her head on the oar and wept. Mila knew her life would be hell from now on, would she be able to survive with her sister? Only time would tell.
To be continued