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YES!! I will, I promise! This is a very busy time for me at work, but I’ll finish!Very nice story. There will be any continuation of it ?
YES!! I will, I promise! This is a very busy time for me at work, but I’ll finish!Very nice story. There will be any continuation of it ?
“Can—” she swallowed, winced, and began again, “Can it go in front?”
Good to see the guard back in action!Talbus’ head swirled with the new moral dilemma he now faced. If he went through with his plan to end Julia’s misery, he would be making a cross available for this expectant mother, quite possibly sending her to the cross before her baby was born.
Talbus’ entire life was a moral dilemma. He had coped mostly by not involving himself - always reacting, never acting. He did as he was told, and let nature and the cruel world around him take their course in all else. Now he had finally determined to act, and the complications were too terrible for him to contemplate. He was driven to distraction. At one point he suddenly jerked from his thoughts to realize there were three young men all groping and fondling Julia at once, and penetrating her with their fingers. Fortunately, they were conscientious, law-abiding citizens, and they had done her no harm, nor did they argue when he told them they must take turns.
Early that afternoon, Talbus could see that Julia needed her cornu. She had probably needed it since late morning, but he hadn’t wanted to face the decision he now had to make. He hadn’t told her of his plan yet, and if she asked to have the cornu up her vagina, he would have to either give up his plan if knifing her or explain why the cornu had to go up her anus. If he told her, he had to follow through.
Glancing at the pregnant woman reclining on the ground, Talbus approached Julia’s cross, blunt cornu in hand.
“Ok, Boys, back off - I need to set her cornu.” The youths respectfully made space, but stayed very close to watch, snickering and giggling among themselves.
“Now, Julia,” he said, addressing Agony incarnate, this slender figure of pure, naked pain hanging on the cross. Up this close, he could hear every quick, short gasp of breath in her epic struggle with death, and the tremulous breathy sound of the torture between - breath that is not breath, as her lungs seemed to vibrate with panic. How many hours had she endured this? How many days? He had to put an end to it.
She slowly managed to look at him without moving her head, yanking him from his brooding. “I need to put this up your butt.” He had decided not to give her the option. She closed her eyes and nodded slightly, resigned. But as he began making markings on the cross and positioning the horn between her buttocks, he heard again the rasp and choke of her beginning to speak.
“Can—” she swallowed, winced, and began again, “Can it go in front?” Talbus looked around at the spectators, too near. “No,” he said, and paused, thinking of how to explain, but then gave up and set to work. He felt an awful rift yawn between him and this dying girl - something he had never felt with one of his charges. He had never been deceitful or cruel to any of them, ever. Now, with the girl to whom he finally meant to show real kindness, he had taken on the role of the cruel guard, setting about to impale her on a cornu through her anus without explanation, without apology.
“Now,” he quickly proceeded, as if it might leave the discomfort behind, “it may help if I massage it a little and put a finger in first - is that alright with you?” Slowly, the hard creases of pain on her face deepened and twisted, and she began to weep. Though her pain had been beyond tears, now her humiliation brought them back. Talbus was never impatient with his charges, but now this display of emotion played on his guilt and irked him terribly. “Well if you don’t want me to, I won’t - I’m just asking...” In her tears, Julia began shaking, then nodding her head.
“You can.”
Talbus spat on his fingers and reached between Julia’s bottom and her cross to find her anus and begin rubbing her gently there. She didn’t stop weeping.
To be continued...
Pleasurable? Not so sure... This thing isn’t silicone, Barb. They’ve sanded down the tip enough that it won’t puncture or tear anything, but aside from that it’s just some rough peg a carpenter hacked out in a rush. Not guaranteed splinter-free. Obviously stained from plenty of previous use. Might want to reconsider...Seems a reasonable, if not pleasurable, request to me ...
Thanks, Barb.Emotions running wild for both Julia and Talbus. Another great episode!
Yes!! I often leave myself stories unfinished, much to my own embarrassment, but I promised to finish this one. I will! (When a Mann says he’ll do something, he’ll do it. There’s no need to remind him every six months.)Any more to this story?? I love it
Thanks Gabriella! I’ll get my inspiration up to finish!I had missed this story, but now I have read it all in one breath. I love it! It is very well written, it is original, emotionally involving, and it provides a point of view never provided before. Wonderful!!!
Great story, thanks! Seems to be a stressfull and demanding job to be a crucifixion guard....He had told her too soon. The rest of the afternoon, she constantly called to him, desperately, sometimes breathlessly, sometimes almost wailing.
“Will you really do it?”
“Yes, as I promised.”
“Now?”
“No, but soon.”
“When?”
“At dusk, before the night guards come.”
“How long until dusk?”
Talbus tried to spend as much time as possible wandering among the other crosses, talking with the bandits as they died, but Julia seemed only able to hang for a few minutes without rehashing the subject afresh with him. The cross had broken her. The dignified young woman who had calmly undressed herself before her executioners and laid her nude body on her cross to be nailed was now a frantic, naked girl, impaled through her most humiliating orifice, crushed between the twin panics of her interminable agony and her fast-approaching death. It was difficult for Talbus to tell for sure, but she seemed alternatively to be unable to wait another moment to die and be released from her tortured, humiliated body, and then terrified of death itself. Each time she ran out of questions to ask Talbus, she asked him for water, seemingly as a sort of nervous habit, so through the course of the afternoon she let the passers-by watch her urinate down her red-crisped legs at least half a dozen times.
As Talbus tried to calm his pounding heart in preparation for the crime he was about commit, he also fought in anguish the guilt of feeling that by killing Julia in mercy, he would also be killing the pregnant woman’s unborn child. Maybe they wouldn’t really do it, he thought. Maybe they were having fun tormenting the poor woman, but in the end, they would wait to execute her until her child was born. Maybe? Or maybe one of these bandits would die in the the night and it wouldn’t matter anymore - she would be crucified on their cross instead of Julia’s. It was possible - most wouldn’t be given sediles. Still, he knew that’s the most likely thing was that the bandits would all be alive in the morning, but Julia would be dead, and they would nail the pregnant woman to Julia’s cross. Maybe she really would have the child that night?
That afternoon was the longest Talbus could remember, but it did come to an end. Just as the light of the already-set sun was fading, and the traffic on the road had slowed to nothing, Julia called again.
“Talbus - is it dusk now?”
“Yes,” he said, drawing his long knife from its hiding place under his uniform. Her eyes widened a little, like she hadn’t expected the answer she had been waiting for.
“Is that...?” she eyed the knife, suddenly shaking more than she had been.
“Yes,” barely more than a whisper.
“It won’t just hurt me, right?” Also trying to whisper.
“No, it’s very long, see?” And he held it up to her groin, the hilt touching her labia, the sharp tip reaching up higher than her navel. He looked to the side to confirm that his other charges were concentrating on their own suffering and didn’t notice what was happening.
“Ok.”
“Ok? So spread your legs as wide as you can...”
“Ok - ok, ok...” she obeyed, breathing hard through her gaping mouth, eyes averted high in dreadful anticipation. With his left hand, Talbus stretched her labia open, and after a glance up her vagina, set the tip of his knife at the entrance. Urine spurted out onto his hands and arm, and he withdrew.
“I’m sorry - I’m sorrry,” she panted, coming close to tears.
“It’s alright,” he soothed her, then resumed, holding her womanhood open and setting his knife in place.
“Ok - just - just just —“ Julia’s nerves were getting the better of her. For a moment, Talbus thought the kindest thing might be to thrust in anyway and end it, but he couldn’t.
“Do you need a moment?”
“Just - just a moment.” She clenched her eyes shut and took a few deep breaths, then looked Talbus in the eyes. “Ok,” she said.
“Ok?” He set the knife back in place and she set her eyes on the darkening sky above her. “You’re ready?”
“Yes” she sounded impatient now.
Talbus took a breath himself, then carefully slid the knife into her - slowly, so as not to make any external mark. Julia’s eyes widened and her mouth gasped wider and wider as she inhaled deeper and deeper. When the knife reached her womb, he had to push harder, and at a few other points he had to shove a bit, her lifeblood trickling down his arm. Then he reached the end and looked up. Her face was closer than he had thought; she had slumped forward and was staring into his eyes, or through them, with a face like a petrified ghost.
“Thank you,” she managed, barely audible. He withdrew his knife. She was still breathing. He had no idea how long she would continue to breathe, and the night guards would be there any moment. A strange terror suddenly came over him. He had never killed, not even in battle. Now Julia’s lifeblood stained his whole arm. He thought of the pregnant woman waiting in her cell to be crucified.
“You’ll die before morning,” he told Julia, and he started away to the west, into the wilderness, trotting at first, then running, like a man possessed.
The End