Indianaguy
Onlooker
"Whats your name?" I asked my new helper.
"You're an escaped slave aren't you?" came her reply. "Hell, you escaped crucifixion!" She yelled. "What the hell are you doing here, you fucking bitch? Don't you care that you could get us all killed?"
A tug on my tits and a whip to her ass silenced her. I was thinking about the 40 year old woman whose name I did not know and wanted to not add one more unknown person to my list of suffers. The unknown middle aged woman was most likely already on her cross. I had only been away for a long afternoon before I was captured.
Soon the hill came into view with its grotesque scenes of the crucified. The hill became more difficult to climb, not because of it grade, but because I knew that my torment would soon resume. I began baulking but my helper was being whipped from behind while my tits were being pulled up the hill. Gawkers were already enjoying my over inflated tits and the young shapely woman in toil with me. She had enough fight in her to lash out against the men and women leering at her virgin body for what good it did.
I thought how much better off she was not having cum escaping every hole in her body. At least she was spared that humiliation.
My heels were futily digging in as we reached the spot where my first nail was driven into me, but we could not stop the advancement. We were made to sit while our captors talked among themselves.
We were still tied together when my helper spoke up and said, "Priscilla."
"What?" I asked.
"My name is Priscilla." She said. "Does it hurt" she asked.
"Does what hurt?" I asked.
"The whipping," she continued.
"Yes of course it hurt, but your mind only registers a certain amount then shuts the pain off."
" Whats your name?" She asked.
"Olivia," I replied.
"This place is horrible," she stated. "I can't blame you for running away. I'm afraid Olivia! I'm so afraid!"
But her words were cut off by a powerful man of authority riding up on his horse. He was extremely angry at our captors and was yelling and hitting at them. Then he walked over to us and yelled at me, "Do you know the trouble you have caused me you stupid slave?"
"Forgive me your highness for running away from your justice but I'm INNOCENT! She's Innocent also you pompous asshole!" I screamed at him.
It felt good to at least fight back even if it bought me more suffering.
"Innocent, Innocent!" He snapped back. "See those men? Each of them have watched friends die on a sword They were innocent but gave up their young lives so you could live in your pampered security! Innocent?! Wasn't your God innocent but died this death for your freedom and a place with Him?! Innocent? You fool! Do you not know that if we hadn't caught you these men, myself, and our families would all be crucified? Innocent, do you not know that your mistress, her family, and all her slaves would have been crucified because you broke her promise to Rome? The reason I am here is to try to stop another mass blood letting because of you," he concluded.
I had no response to his argument, but continued to fight. "That all sounds so noble," I quipped, "but why the abuse? Why the rape? Why the humiliation? How many of those men have been raped and had their bodies filled with someone else's cum?!"
"Oh you poor princess," he snapped back. "So innocent and mistreated. Do you think we love this job? This duty is the lowest a warrior can draw. They are the dregs of the military and when you're the lowest you look for something, someone, lower than you are. Do you think it's all about you, that they hate you? Why do people swash a bug that's not bothering them? Why do they take pleasure in watching a harmless insect suffer? It's that just for a moment they can feel a little bigger."
Suddenly, junebugs flying impaled with straws and a little girl giggling at them was envisioned by my memory. "My God!" I thought, "I am no better than these brutes." In a moment, by a junebug, my innocence was lost.
But he was not finished with me. "Tell you what, Princess, you've been so mistreated, then leave. Walk away, and let others die your death for you."
Something had changed in me. When presented with the chance to run, I knew that I must stay.
"And another thing, you poor mistreated soul," he continued, "because of you I must choose someone to die in hoping avoid a bloodbath. You caused this disaster, you choose! Who will it be?" I felt emotions welling up inside me and ready to explode, destroying this island of isolation I once occupied.
With tears blurring my vision and my heart breaking I mutter, "Priscilla."
She let out a scream and I felt our beam making erratic movements fueled by her fear. "No not me! Not me! I'm innocent!" she cried.
"You deaf fool!" I shouted back, "have you not heard a word he said? Who would you have me choose? Tell me, and I'll choose them."
Her cries changed to whimpers as her eyes filled with tears and she said..."Pricilla."
We cried together, but as fear turned to courage inside me, I called out to the legionnaire again. "Sir," I called out, "May I ask one request of you?"
"Ask!" He ordered.
I looked away from him as all women tend to do and then back at him with my head down and my eyes lifted, "Would you drive the final nail into my wrist?"
He knelt on one knee before me, brushed my hair back, and said, "I wish one of these fools had your courage."
Then he stood up and shouted, "Sergeant! Bring me a nail and hammer!"
"Sir," he replied, "We can take care of her."
"Perhaps you want to be crucified you lazy cretin!" The legionnaire said. "I'm not giving you another chance to fuck this up again! Now get these sluts untied and let's get a move on. We are behind."
Our ropes were cut loose and the legionary ordered that they carefully lay down my beam and that Priscilla be bound to the stipe. As the beam was let down I laid back with it looking at my family laboring on their crosses and knowing that I would soon join them. I stretched my right arm out on the beam and one of the brutes grabbed onto it to hold me still.
The legionnaire hit him squarely in the jaw, knocking him off me. "She doesn't need your help!" he shouted at him. "She's the daughter of the most high God and He will help her like His Son."
"You're an escaped slave aren't you?" came her reply. "Hell, you escaped crucifixion!" She yelled. "What the hell are you doing here, you fucking bitch? Don't you care that you could get us all killed?"
A tug on my tits and a whip to her ass silenced her. I was thinking about the 40 year old woman whose name I did not know and wanted to not add one more unknown person to my list of suffers. The unknown middle aged woman was most likely already on her cross. I had only been away for a long afternoon before I was captured.
Soon the hill came into view with its grotesque scenes of the crucified. The hill became more difficult to climb, not because of it grade, but because I knew that my torment would soon resume. I began baulking but my helper was being whipped from behind while my tits were being pulled up the hill. Gawkers were already enjoying my over inflated tits and the young shapely woman in toil with me. She had enough fight in her to lash out against the men and women leering at her virgin body for what good it did.
I thought how much better off she was not having cum escaping every hole in her body. At least she was spared that humiliation.
My heels were futily digging in as we reached the spot where my first nail was driven into me, but we could not stop the advancement. We were made to sit while our captors talked among themselves.
We were still tied together when my helper spoke up and said, "Priscilla."
"What?" I asked.
"My name is Priscilla." She said. "Does it hurt" she asked.
"Does what hurt?" I asked.
"The whipping," she continued.
"Yes of course it hurt, but your mind only registers a certain amount then shuts the pain off."
" Whats your name?" She asked.
"Olivia," I replied.
"This place is horrible," she stated. "I can't blame you for running away. I'm afraid Olivia! I'm so afraid!"
But her words were cut off by a powerful man of authority riding up on his horse. He was extremely angry at our captors and was yelling and hitting at them. Then he walked over to us and yelled at me, "Do you know the trouble you have caused me you stupid slave?"
"Forgive me your highness for running away from your justice but I'm INNOCENT! She's Innocent also you pompous asshole!" I screamed at him.
It felt good to at least fight back even if it bought me more suffering.
"Innocent, Innocent!" He snapped back. "See those men? Each of them have watched friends die on a sword They were innocent but gave up their young lives so you could live in your pampered security! Innocent?! Wasn't your God innocent but died this death for your freedom and a place with Him?! Innocent? You fool! Do you not know that if we hadn't caught you these men, myself, and our families would all be crucified? Innocent, do you not know that your mistress, her family, and all her slaves would have been crucified because you broke her promise to Rome? The reason I am here is to try to stop another mass blood letting because of you," he concluded.
I had no response to his argument, but continued to fight. "That all sounds so noble," I quipped, "but why the abuse? Why the rape? Why the humiliation? How many of those men have been raped and had their bodies filled with someone else's cum?!"
"Oh you poor princess," he snapped back. "So innocent and mistreated. Do you think we love this job? This duty is the lowest a warrior can draw. They are the dregs of the military and when you're the lowest you look for something, someone, lower than you are. Do you think it's all about you, that they hate you? Why do people swash a bug that's not bothering them? Why do they take pleasure in watching a harmless insect suffer? It's that just for a moment they can feel a little bigger."
Suddenly, junebugs flying impaled with straws and a little girl giggling at them was envisioned by my memory. "My God!" I thought, "I am no better than these brutes." In a moment, by a junebug, my innocence was lost.
But he was not finished with me. "Tell you what, Princess, you've been so mistreated, then leave. Walk away, and let others die your death for you."
Something had changed in me. When presented with the chance to run, I knew that I must stay.
"And another thing, you poor mistreated soul," he continued, "because of you I must choose someone to die in hoping avoid a bloodbath. You caused this disaster, you choose! Who will it be?" I felt emotions welling up inside me and ready to explode, destroying this island of isolation I once occupied.
With tears blurring my vision and my heart breaking I mutter, "Priscilla."
She let out a scream and I felt our beam making erratic movements fueled by her fear. "No not me! Not me! I'm innocent!" she cried.
"You deaf fool!" I shouted back, "have you not heard a word he said? Who would you have me choose? Tell me, and I'll choose them."
Her cries changed to whimpers as her eyes filled with tears and she said..."Pricilla."
We cried together, but as fear turned to courage inside me, I called out to the legionnaire again. "Sir," I called out, "May I ask one request of you?"
"Ask!" He ordered.
I looked away from him as all women tend to do and then back at him with my head down and my eyes lifted, "Would you drive the final nail into my wrist?"
He knelt on one knee before me, brushed my hair back, and said, "I wish one of these fools had your courage."
Then he stood up and shouted, "Sergeant! Bring me a nail and hammer!"
"Sir," he replied, "We can take care of her."
"Perhaps you want to be crucified you lazy cretin!" The legionnaire said. "I'm not giving you another chance to fuck this up again! Now get these sluts untied and let's get a move on. We are behind."
Our ropes were cut loose and the legionary ordered that they carefully lay down my beam and that Priscilla be bound to the stipe. As the beam was let down I laid back with it looking at my family laboring on their crosses and knowing that I would soon join them. I stretched my right arm out on the beam and one of the brutes grabbed onto it to hold me still.
The legionnaire hit him squarely in the jaw, knocking him off me. "She doesn't need your help!" he shouted at him. "She's the daughter of the most high God and He will help her like His Son."
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