The Black Eagle Returns

[Horseman68]

Interesting story, however as a newcomer am confused. Would ask some help:
Can assume this a sequel to a previous story?
If so, some clarity on the past “mutiny” and “women” ref causing Vestipus hatred of his current slaves?
What is the command/duty relation between Vestipus and the Captain?
What is relation between the rebel ship and the dead brother to cause revenge on the current prisoners?
Is a command missing between “raise oars” (that pulls them into the galley?) and “strike oars” (to row?) in the attack?
Might wish to replenish your own supply of rowers from the next rebel ship’s slaves vice drowning them? Sell them?
Thanks. H

 

[Madiosi]

Interesting story, however as a newcomer am confused. Would ask some help:
Can assume this a sequel to a previous story?
If so, some clarity on the past “mutiny” and “women” ref causing Vestipus hatred of his current slaves?
What is the command/duty relation between Vestipus and the Captain?
What is relation between the rebel ship and the dead brother to cause revenge on the current prisoners?
Is a command missing between “raise oars” (that pulls them into the galley?) and “strike oars” (to row?) in the attack?
Might wish to replenish your own supply of rowers from the next rebel ship’s slaves vice drowning them? Sell them?
Thanks. H

Look here:
http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/resources/a-story-on-a-roman-galley-ship-by-william23.579/

http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/a-story-on-a-roman-galley-ship.6060/

You should learning to use the search-function of this page, @Horseman68 !

 

[Horseman68]

Look here:
http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/resources/a-story-on-a-roman-galley-ship-by-william23.579/

http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/a-story-on-a-roman-galley-ship.6060/

You should learning to use the search-function of this page, @Horseman68 !

Thank you for the help and advice. You are right, of course.
Am sure all would have been clear in this story if had researched and read the first story first.
Would probably have done so if had been mentioned that this story was a sequel at its beginning. But, think will pass on this one; still wondering if the ship has white or black sails. H

 

[william23]

The Prisoners ordeal begins!

Vestipus and the captain mulled over what to do with the prisoners. The captives had been divest of their clothes and were shivering, in fear, below decks.

"I suggest," started Vestipus, "that we pick the strong looking ones and give them the option of being chained to the oars or nailed to a cross."

"Not a bad idea," responded the captain, "those that refuse will be suitably nailed to crosses as examples."

Both nodded in agreement and went up on deck ready to receive the prisoners. The Captain and Vestipus had their seats brought up on deck and both sat with arms crossed as the first prisoner was dragged on deck and held tightly by the arms to prevent escape. Both looked the man up and down from the soles of his bare feet to his bald dirty head. He struggled in the firm grip and spat curses at them but they held him in a vice like grip.

"Stop your fucking struggling," bellowed the Captain, "don't you reallise that your pathetic life is at stake here!"
The man bowed his head and would have fallen to his knees if not for the strong grip on his hairy upper arms.

"One chance and one chance only," continued the captain, "you will die, that is almost a certainty, your only chance is to row for this galley. We will feed and water you as long as you row with all your strength. The alternative, as you well know, would be to be nailed by your hands and feet to the cross to die in the most unbelievable agony," the Captain paused. "I will make sure that your agony is long and drawn out, you will scream for days, make your choice!"

The man slowly lifted his head and made eye contact with both. He squinted with the bright sun in his eyes and slowly nodded his refusal.

"Good," said Vestipus, "I was hoping you would refuse, we need an example so that others will accept the offer. I will be in charge and will make this the most painful experience of your fucking life, in respect of my brother that you murderous cunts nailed up!"

Vestipus requested a crossbeam, from below decks, to be brought up and made ready for the impending execution.
He stared into the shaking mans eyes and gripped his head, "let the crucifixion begin!" he screamed.
The man was thrown down on his back and quickly his boney ankles were seized and roped together with coarse rope. The rope was pulled so tight that his feet went a ghostly white. More men were securing his arms along the beam making sure they were not fully extended as he was to dance on the nails for some time. Vestipus dropped the bag of spikes close to the, now sobbing, prisoners head. They landed with a hollow "clank" and the mans eyes suddenly clenched shut. Vestipus removed a long tapered square shanked spike from the bag and placed it on the mans subtle wrist. The mans eyes flew open as the hammer fell onto the large head of the spike.

"Clang, clang, clang!" Vestipus drove the spike through flesh, bone and sinew and into the hard wood underneath. The man screamed and thrashed around as the spike was firmly fixed against the heel of his hand. "Good," said Vestipus, "one down one to go." He jumped across the mans heaving chest and set to work on the remaining wrist spike. More high pitched screams filled the still air and soon the nailing was complete. Those men holding the legs jumped clear as, just like others, the mans penis shot piss high into the air.

"Raise the prisoner," came the order.
Four men pulled on the hoisting ropes and the man quickly went from laying down to sitting and then slowly raised on the balls of his feet.

Vestipus went up to the crying man and slapped his dangling balls with his hammer. "Lift the cunt up," he cried and the mans feet left the deck for the last time. As he made his way up the mast his heels banged against the wood. When he was about four to five feet off the deck the rope was tied off and they stood back and watch him swaying gently. More men approached and grabbed his shins and push his legs up so that his toes were pointing straight down. Two more spikes were removed and one was placed against the point between heel and ankle. The hammer swung in an arc and made contact with the solid head of the spike. The blow was firm and the spike passed right through the soft bone and into the wood. More howls and shrieks and the spike was fully in and work started on the remaining foot. The man was thrashing around and banging his head against the mast and cursing all that were watching. More piss shot out and then he slumped down and hung from the nails in the wrist.

To be continued.......................................

 

[william23]

NEXT!!

More prisoners were herded onto the deck and all were offered the chance to row or end their miserable lives, crucified. Vestipus and the Captain were surprised that only a small handful had agreed to row and were now being chained to their oars. The pair looked at the remainder, as they languished in their chains on the deck, and pondered hard at what to do with them. Even the screams from the dangling man, above their heads, had not swayed them to give in to their captors.
Finally, it was agreed to make port at a the nearest landfall so that more provisions could be taken and the fate of the prisoners would be met. The galley made good speed and soon they were docked in the port of Panormus off Sicily. Vestipus knew this was a safe haven as the Emperor Vespasian had settled his army there just a few years before. The large vessel was soon alongside the main dock and had caused quite a disturbance as only few had seen a galley of this size.
Vestipus and the Captain walked down the gangplank and onto dry land. They pushed their way thru the crowds, that the naked crucified man had attracted. Those on the dockyard gazed up at the contorted figure as it writhed against the spikes holding it firmly to the mast. Vestipus and the Captain were looking for the supply store so as to take on more water, wine and food. As they made their way, thru the narrow streets, they came across an open area which stank to high heaven. The reason for the unbelievable stench soon became clear, as in the middle of the clearing was a large wooden frame. The frame was a crucifixion frame, Vestipus knew this as his brother had described one the same, that he had also seen and constructed on the old Black Eagle. The frame held several rotting limbs, held by the black iron spikes that had ended the life.

Just then there was a scream and Vestipus and the Captain turned to view the nature of the gutorial noise.

"Please sir, noooo, have mercy, please have mercy!"

A small blond girl of no more than nineteen years was being led in chains by what, Vestipus thought, her master. Following behind came the chief executioner and two helpers and behind them a group of slaves roped together. Vestipus and the Captain stood and watched as a crossbeam was lowered down the frame and landed, with a thud, on the blood soaked sand. The executioner stepped forward and grabbed the doomed girl by her small arms and tossed her down on the timber. The two helpers grabbed her arms and stretched them out, but not too tight, as the girl was to hang in agony for days.
"Mercy, mercy, lord have mercy!" she wailed, as the spikes were placed on her tender wrists.
Her master moved forward to gaze into her eyes as she was made one with the wood. The girl looked up and was once more going to plead for her life but the hammer fell and the punishment had just begun.
Vestipus smiled, as the spikes were pounded into the shaking limbs he had an idea. They both turned and moved toward the supply store with the ringing of the hammer and the grunting of the men as she rose from the sand to begin her dance. Vestipus glanced over his shoulder as the final nail was driven thru both feet insteps and into the wood. He oggled at her bare sex as the small loin cloth was removed, truly she was a pretty sight and there were vacant crosses!

To be continued....................................................

 

[william23]

The Black Eagle Returns

The captain made his way back to the ship leaving Vestipus to ponder on his idea. Vestipus went in search of the Exactor Mortis who had just overseen the crucifixion with expert precision. He soon found him with his group, the quaternio, resting with a flagon of wine.

"Bravo!" called Vestipus, "bravo on a job well done."

"Well who have we here?" responded the burly man.

"Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Vestipus and I sail with the Black Eagle."

"The Black Eagle, you say?" spluttered the man, almost choking on his wine, "I have heard many a tale about that vessel," he continued. "What brings you here?" he enquired, with a much sterner tone of voice.

"We are just taking on supplies," responded Vestipus, "but we engaged an enemy ship and wish to dispatch the prisoners who refuse to row."

"Well, what do you want from us?" one of the other soldiers enquired.

"I see you have the means to punish those that disobey you," said Vestipus, "do you think you could make room for a handful of scum?"

"Fuck off! throw them overboard, why waste good iron on vermin like that!" the men retorted.

"Hang on," the Exactor Mortis interrupted, "let me consider this," he continued, "what do I get in return?"

Vestipus thought long and hard. " Well we have some women prisoners that were captured in the battle, give them a good fucking and then nail them up next to the men. You may even be able to sell some and make a little money but it will help us free up more room for supplies."

The Exactor Mortis looked at the eager faces of his men and grinned. Soon there was a sorrowful line of half naked prisoners winding it's way to the holding cells and their impending fate.

To be continued...................................................

 

[william23]

The Black Eagle Returns (continues)

Vestipus watches the crucifixions

Vestipus was impressed with the holding cells, they were large, with a multitude of rings on the walls to fasten the prisoners to. He watched as, one by one, the prisoners were stripped naked and secured with rope to the rings above their heads. When stretched up, most of the men could still feel the ground beneath their feet. With the women, however, most could only stand on tiptoe and a few hung by the wrists as their heels banged against the wall of the cell. Those unfortunate ones would most likely be raped by the guards with others spreading their legs wide. Vestipus smiled, as he paced away from the grim sight to speak with the Exactor Mortis.

He found the Exactor Mortis, with several of his men, enjoying more wine before the ardious task of the crucifixions would begin.

"A nice group of buxom women you have there," he mumbled, "they will be the last to be strung up as we will rape them in front of the crucified men."

"Do as you wish with them," replied Vestipus, "they are your property now. May I suggest, maybe, a little auction with the crowd, there are some real beauties who would be good in your brothels."

"Good idea, we will see," responded the Exactor Mortis, "come, sit down and enjoy some of this rather fine wine."

"Don't mind if I do," replied Vestipus, "maybe I will stick around for a bit and watch some of them dance on the spikes."

The small group sat and drank wine and exchanged stories of the pirate attacks and then drank more wine.
The Exactor Mortis rose to his feet, "time to get to work."
The group hurried passed the already planted upright stakes and opened the heavy door to the holding cell. The prisoners had been hanging from the rings for a good hour, some had fainted but most were moaning with the odd scream from the younger women. Two men paced forward and unfastened one of the men from the wall. He was in his late twenties with a firm chest and strong arms and legs. He had a small stubby penis which was hidden in a small dark patch of hair. The wailing man was dragged from the cell and out to the upright stakes. The crossbeam was already laid out in wait for it's human burden. As the man was dragged to the frame his feet left two furrows in the dry ground. Once at the upright he was thrown over on his back and his hairy arms held in position on the heavy beam. Two men stood on his arms and pressed hard to keep him from moving whilst three others seized his legs and bound his feet at the ankles.

"Hold him firm!" yelled the Exactor Mortis, as he placed the wicked looking spike at the heel of the hand.

"CRAAAACK!" the hammer struck the nail head firmly and the cold iron made it's way thru the prisoners tender flesh and bone and into the wood below. The man howled as if speaking in tongues, his feet raised off the ground and his face grew to a very bright red as he bellowed out in his agony. The pounding on the spike continued until the large head rested against the wrist. The second spike was place in position and, with an expert strike, was driven firmly into place. The hauling ropes were quickly pulled and the screaming body was on it's last journey to the top of the frame. The recently crucified slave glanced over at the new heaving body and gasped. the groaning man had reached the top of the upright and the beam was tied off. His heels banged, in agony, against the wood but were soon grabbed and held in place to receive the final nail. He didn't have long to wait as the last spike was place against the heel and driven, without mercy, thru both heel bones and into the wood.

No sooner had the first prisoner been fixed when another was taken, from the cell, to meet their final fate.

To be continued.......................................................

 

[Loxuru]

Vestipus thought long and hard. " Well we have some women prisoners that were captured in the battle, give them a good fucking and then nail them up next to the men. You may even be able to sell some and make a little money but it will help us free up more room for supplies."

Some deal! Vestipus and that Exactor Mortis know about doing business!

I look forward to the next episode!

 

[william23]

The Crucifixions Continue

Vestipus stood and watched as the crucifixions continued. The first man was howling his head off whilst the girl was hanging limply from her shattered wrists with the odd low moan from her tortured lips. The next prisoner, an older man, had now reached the upright and his wrists were being held down for the fixing. More agonising screams emitted from the trembling lips as, once more, the six inch long spikes were smashed thru the victims limbs and into the wood. He gasped and moaned as his lacerated back rubbed up against the rough wood of the upright and tore off slivers of human flesh. The beam reached the top and, as it was roped in place, further cruel spikes fastened the shaking mans feet to the stake. The loin cloth was torn from his hips and cast to one side and his rock hard penis sprang into view.

"Well, well, what have we here? looks like we have some taming to do."

The Exactor Mortis took a step back from the tortured body and flexed the whip in his sturdy hand. The mans eyes stared in horror as the whip made a swish thru the air before making contact with the twitching member.

"AAAAARGGH!" bellowed the man as the tip of the whip struck the dangling balls and took off some strips of flesh. The prisoner twisted to try and avoid further contact but the Exactor Mortis enjoyed a moving target and did not care if he missed, as he was certain of more chances. The man gave up and offered no further resistance and gritted his teeth as the blows rained down on him. Mercifully he fainted but the whipping continued until the next prisoner was placed in front of their death stake.

Vestipus stayed for some time watching the writhing bodies in their death throes and hearing the screams and curses from the prisoners as each was fixed by their hands and feet. As the men hung in their misery they could hear the screams from the women as they were repeatedly raped and sodomised by the guards. Worse was yet to come as, one by one, the naked shivering women were herded towards their doom. Some of the men openly wept on their crosses as they got their first sight of their loved ones, stooped under the burden of the logs that were lashed to the raw shoulders. And then the shrieks as the callous soldiers hammered the iron into their women's hands and feet.

Soon all the prisoners were hanging on the iron and Vestipus walked around the forest of crosses and grinned to himself. A job well done he thought and at no cost to himself, bargain!
Vestipus shook hands with the Exactor Mortis and proceeded to make his way back to the ship leaving the screams and curses of his prisoners behind him.

To be continued........................................

 

[william23]

Back on the Black Eagle

"Well, how did it go?" enquired thew captain.

"Very entertaining," replied Vestipus, "the male prisoners put on a good show and one even shot his load all over one of the soldiers who was standing too close."

"He will learn by that," laughed the captain, "and what of the women?"

"They put on a very erotic show, even though they had been raped repeatedly by the guards. There was a very nice black Nubian who screamed her lungs off even before she felt the iron in her hands and feet. It took four men to hold her down and two more to keep her legs still when the feet were spiked."

"So all the prisoners have been dispatched then?"

"They have sir, and the provisions are on board so we can leave on the next tide," responded Vestipus.

"Good, good, let's get some rest and then, when the slaves are chained to their oars, we will make for home.

Both Vestipus and the captain retired to their quarters whilst the work below, of chaining the slaves, commenced. The groans and crying from the slaves, as their ankles were fastened to the foot blocks, was loud and kept both men awake for some time. The swish and crack from the whip soon got their attention and order was maintained and the work continued.

The New Tide

The order to "strike oars" was given and The Black Eagle moved slowly out of the harbour and out into the blue sea. The slow beat of the drum was all that could be heard above the grunts and groans of the slaves as they toiled at their oars. The heat below deck was almost unbearable and the smell, of the soiled sweating bodies, was sickening. The huge burly taskmaster paced up and down the center of the rowers and used his whip efficiently to get the most out of the struggling slaves. He stopped half way down at a rower, slumped over his oar panting, and raised his whip high in the air and curled it down on his already lacerated back. The man screamed and flew round catching the taskmaster in the groin. Instantly two guards were summoned and the screaming man was unchained and dragged from his bench and passed up thru the hatch to the deck area. Vestipus was awoken, with a start, and made his way to the deck. The slave was already stripped naked and being held upright in the tight grip of the guards.

Vestipus grabbed the mans cheek and lifted his head to stare him in the bloodshot eyes.
"This is not the first time you have given me trouble, the whip seems to have little effect on you, well let's see how you accept cold iron spikes, crucify him to the mast!"
The mans struggles became even more frantic as he watched as the beam was lowered, with a thud, to the deck. He could hear the chinking of iron as Vestipus looked through the bag for some nice sharp, straight spikes. Vestipus found four perfect spikes and clenched them, in his fist, and waved them in the face of the bulging eyes of the terrified prisoner. The prisoner sobbed and then choked as bile welled up in his throat, he pissed, from his jerking cock, all over the deck and was pushed down and ordered to lick the deck clean. This was also accompanied by a swift kick to his dangling balls before being hauled over to await his fate.

To be continued.........................................

 

[william23]

The Crucifixion Begins

The Black Eagle was gliding thru the clear blue sea on a homeward course, with only the sound of the sea birds hovering overhead and the gentle lapping of the water on the oar blades. On deck the naked man was being held in a vice like grip, he was trembling in shock at his impending punishment. Quckly the mans arms were pulled along the beam and a man stood on his quivering hands in order to immobilise them ready for the wrist nailing. Another man sat on his shins and gripped his ankles firmly, he wore a skin tunic so as to protect him in case the man pissed all over the place.
Vestipus strode up to the man and kicked his steadily rising penis, the man shrieked and more bile flowed from his open mouth. Vestipus knelt at the head of the man and placed two cold spikes on his panting chest.

"Take a good look at them, see the nice sharp point, see how it widens to the large head and soon you will taste the agony of their metal."

The man took a deep breath and gritted his teeth as Vestipus took one of the implements of death and placed it on the outstretched wrist. Vestipus pushed the spike and the sharp point entered the flesh at the heel of the hand producing a small trickle of dark blood.

"CRACKKK, CRUNCH," the spike was cleanly driven thru the quivering limbs and splintered the wood below.

"AAAAARRRRGH!!" The man's screams bellowed out and broke the stillness of the day. The rowers below knew the agony he was going through as they had borne witness to many a crucifixion. The pounding continued and soon there was a steady drip of blood falling on a couple of rowers below deck. The man on the shins gripped the feet more tightly as the inevitable thrashing began. The nailing of the wrists was soon completed and Vestipus wiped the warm blood from his hands and arm and stood back to watch the writhing, twisting man come to terms with his new born pain.

"Pull!" ordered Vestipus and two guards, assigned to the hoisting ropes, stepped back pulling the screaming man, firstly into a sitting position and then onto the balls of his feet and then into the air. The spikes held fast in his wrists and tore against the nerves, which made the man kick his feet in a futile effort to find solid ground. The mast was smooth and the man made his way up the mast, where the beam was tied off, leaving the man dangling just above the weathered wood of the deck.
The man was still babbling when Vestipus approached with the final spike. Two guards seized the swaying feet and pushed them up so that his knees splayed open displaying his blood engorged penis. They gripped the ankles and placed his left foot over his right and held them firm. Vestipus looked at the bone structure of the foot and placed the evil looking long spike against the flesh. Once again the hammer flew down and hit the head of the spike firmly and the shrieks of the man started all over again. The guards lost their grip on the ankles and the man's foot flew in the air. The spike had passed into the foot and was protruding thru the sole.

"Grab the fucking foot!" yelled Vestipus, "can't you get anything right?"

The guards quickly seized the flailing feet and forced them back against the wood. Vestipus repositioned himself and swiftly finished the job of securing the man to the mast. The men looked up at the swaying figure but they realised someone would have to pay dearly for the mishap of the nailing.

To be continued.............................................

 

[william23]

Punishment

Vestipus paced up and down the deck sucking in a lungfull of the sea air. The shadow of the man crucified to the mast was stretched out in front of him. Vestipus turned and shielded his eyes from the bright sunlight to gaze at the twisting form as it swayed in the warm breeze. He studied every inch of the tortured soul and then he looked at the spike protruding from the feet and remembered the cock up. Vestipus walked over to the soldier, that had fumbled his duties, and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"That was a right fuck up earlier, wasn't it?" he snarled.

"Yes sir, sorry sir, it won't happen again, I beg you sir please don't punish me," he whimpered.

"What kind of a man are you, you know what must be done so act like a man or I will make it harder for you," and with that he had the man taken away.

It wasn't long before the rest of the guards were summoned on deck, only the drumming from the taskmaster could be heard. The guards formed an orderly line of two rows and each was handed a birching rod. A door was flung open and the naked form of the soldier was pushed out by two others. His hands were bound behind his back giving him no chance to cover his nudity.

Vestipus spoke, "men, this soldier failed in his duty and will be punished to show that I will not tolerate sloppy work."

"Soldier, you will walk between the two lines and then back again, if you fall, at any point, you will walk the line again. So be strong and you will survive, let the punishment begin."

The shaking soldier was prodded forward and he stepped between the two rows of his fellow guards.

"Thwack!" the first blow fell across his sweating back closely followed by several others as they rained down on him. The man groaned as each stinging blow left its mark on his tortured body.

"Crack, thwack, crack," blow after blow kept comming and some blows caught his swaying penis and dangling balls leaving purple welts down the shaft. Somehow he managed to reach the end of the row and back without falling to his knees. He was a mess and some of the blows had torn the skin and trickles of blood ran down his legs and splashed off his bare feet and onto the deck. However, the punishment had taken its toll and he sunk to his knees but was revived by a bucket of salt water.

"You two, take him below and tend to his wounds, don't let him die or you will also share the same punishment, now get back to your posts."

To be continued.......................................................

 

[william23]

With the punishment complete Vestipus ordered one of his men to clean the deck of the blood so as not to attract flies. Vestipus walked passed the naked moaning crucified slave and her looked over the body top see what stage of life or death he was in. The blood around the wounds had dried and the mans penis now hung limp over his scrotum. From time to time he would wheeze as he pushed up on the shattered bones in his feet in order to gulp in air, but his efforts were getting less. The torment of crucifixion involved alternating pain between hands and feet and in order to live he needed to breathe and in order to breathe he needed to stand on the spike in his feet.

"Aaaaargh!" he groaned as once more he raised himself up to the top of the beam and then sunk back down with his knees splayed awkwardly.

Vestipus looked the man in the eyes, "that will teach you not to row well you cunt!" he snarled.

"I don't think you have much left in you but keep pushing up."

The slave looked down at Vestipus and smiled, Vestipus was surprised at this action.

"You, you," he spluttered, "you will soon be joining me in hell!" he roared.

"Oh I doubt that very much, I am not the one hanging on nails, how is it up there are you enjoying the view?" Vestipus laughed.

The slave took a large gulp of sea air, rose up on his pierced feet and screamed.

"Welcome to hell!" he bellowed and with that there was a sickening crunch against the side of the galley. Sea water sprayed over both men, the slaves below deck screamed high pitched screams as blood mixed with foam. Vestipus turned and his eyes were bulging, they had been rammed!

To be continued.....................................................

 

[william23]

The Attack

The galley lurched to one side, Vestipus fell violently and began to slide on the wet deck. He grabbed hold of the mast and his hands were now covered in the blood from the shrieking slave hanging above him. The screams from below deck were also rising as the sea gushed in thru the gaping hole in the hull. The vessel began to right its self and Vestipus was able to regain his feet and take stock of the situation. On one side of the galley there was a huge structure embedded in them with a live figurehead writhing in ropes bound around hands and feet. It was a young woman and she was now a bloody mess with shards of wood protruding from her body. Vestipus looked up at the crucified slave, he was now hanging lifeless from the beam, the shock of the impact had dislocated his shoulders and he had suffocated, a merciful end.Just then Vestipus heard a huge roar and on turning felt the hilt of a sword smash into his nose, there was a flash of light and then blackness.

Vestipus choked and felt blood in his throat, which he spat out. He raised his hand to his painful nose but was unable to lift them far as his hands were chained to the oak floor. His head was pounding but then reality set in, it was the thump of the stroke drum, he was on the pirate galley. As he began to get his vision clearer he surveyed his surroundings and soon made out the captain chained in the corner with a number of his fellow guards. Vestipus tried to sit in a more comfortable position but due to the cunning position of his chains this was impossible.

Just then the huge oak door opened and a shaft of sunlight fanned in thru the opening. Standing in the doorway was the shape of a huge brute of a man. Vestipus could only make out the outline, of the man, as his eyes were still not accustomed to the bright daylight yet. The man strode over and unlocked the chains and hauled Vestipus to his feet. Vestipus now realised that he was completely naked and quickly cupped his genitals to hide them. The large brute laughed deeply and quickly seized Vestipus by the neck, almost lifting him off his feet. Vestipus began to feel dizzy as the oxygen was cut off to his brain. Just as he felt he was going to black out the grip was eased and Vestipus could now feel the deck beneath his feet again.

Uncerimoniously Vestipus was hauled out onto the deck and thrown to the ground in a crumpled heap, the dark shadow of the man shielding his nakedness. Vestipus looked to his side, only to see the naked frame of his captain who had also just been dragged onto the upper deck.

"Ha!" bellowed the man, "look at you, pathetic pieces of meat. You thought you could defeat me, did you?"

"But w, w, we sunk you, I saw you go down," spluttered the captain.

"Oh no, you sunk a ship but not one of mine, there are many pirate ships that believe they rule the seas but they are wrong!" His voice became sterner and the veins in his forehead stood out as the tension mounted.

"However, you did sink a good friend of mine and you had him nailed to a cross with others." He took a deep breath and continued, "his brother went down with your ship and your crew, nailed to the mast. For that both of you are to suffer, along with the remaining guards, we are making for port and when we dock you will all die.

To be continued.................................................

 

[Loxuru]

I already had the impression that Vestipus had been a little bit careless in choosing his target.

 

[william23]

Hope is fading

The prisoners languished in the dark holding cell of the pirate ship. The vessel bobbed up and down in the swell of the sea, the smell of urine was overpowering. Vestipus arms were aching in the chains that hung above his head. He could hear some of the men sobbing in the dark and others coughing.

"Pull yourselves together, don't let these pigs see your cowardice!" he yelled.

"Go easy on the men," interrupted the captain, "we do not have a family but some of these men do," continued the captain.

"Shut up!" boomed a voice outside the cell door, "soon you will all feel the cold iron in your limbs."

Now all in the holding cell were fully aware of what fate awaited them when they docked, crucifixion! The sailing was long, maybe two days. maybe three, Vestipus did not know how long. Vestipus was asleep when they docked and was awoken with a swift kick to his ribs.

"Wake up scum, your audience awaits!"

The men were hauled to their feet and dragged, by the chain around their neck, thru the door and out onto the sun drenched deck. They shuffled forward as the blood began to re-circulate around their numb limbs. A cheer went up as the forlorn group of men were herded down the gangplank and onto the cobblestone ground. Soon, the line of men were led along the quay passed the jeering and cheering crowd that was growing by the minute. Most of the men were cupping their genitals to hide them from the view of the baying crowd. Children would run forward and try and trip up the men, much to the amusement of their parents. The whip was busy as it flayed their bare backs and kept them moving. If a man fell he usually pulled others over as the chain link was quite short.
The line had two women who brought up the rear of the group. They were in their mid thirties and very well formed, with their breasts swinging too and fro as they trudged over the uneven surface. The soft padding of their feet left red splotches on the stones and made it slippery to walk on. Both women were sobbing and from time to time a rough hand would grope their orbs or venture beneath the coarse hair that hung between their legs.
The parade meandered around the streets and out into a clearing where new uprights had been fixed into the rocky ground. Upright beams had been placed in front of each upright along with rope, nails and a hammer. The prisoners were tethered to a holding bar to await their crucifixion, there would be no flogging as their death must be slow and agonising.

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[william23]

The Crucifixions Begin

The order was given, "let the women go first!" The eagerly growing crowd cheered and laughed at the plight of the naked prisoners tethered to the bar. The first of the two women was unbound from the bar and thrown to the ground.

"Nooooo, not me, not me!" she pleaded, and soon a spray of warm golden liquid ran down the inside of her legs and onto the dusty ground.

"Pleeeese, mercy, mercy on us," and she raised up on her bruised knees. "Look," she said as she leaned back on her haunches and displayed her black bush, now soaked in piss.

She parted her pink lips, "take me, rape me, do anything but, I beg you, don't nail me to this cross."

The crowd laughed and one of the guards turned to them, "any takers, anyone want a free fuck from a pirate whore?"

Two men eagerly raised a hand and moved toward the front of the crowd. Two guards seized the woman's arms while two more grabbed her pale white ankles and forced her legs apart. The woman squealed in their vice like grip but to struggle was futile. Now, immobilsed, the shaking woman submitted to her fate and gritted her teeth. The first man had already removed his outer garment and his thick stout penis rose erect from his mat of thick hair. The prostrate woman's eyes bulged at the sight of the enormous member that was about to penetrate her deep. The man got in position and placed the tip of his cock at her moist entrance. He gripped her rounded hips and thrust fully into her quivering body.

"Aaaaaargh," she groaned and then a huge scream as the brutal cock ripped the sides of her cunt and plunged deeper and deeper. The crowd were roaring their appreciation but the other man was growing impatient.

"Come on, get a fucking move on, I want to see her hanging on the nails, don't fill her up too much!"
Just then the man groaned and shook as he shot his seed in her. He withdrew and semen, mixed with blood, dripped out of her ravished hole. The second man knelt and soon she was subjected to another rough pounding of cock. Then it was all over and the panting women lay on her back gazing up as the guards that held her limbs dragged her to the waiting beam.

"Nooo, nooo," she wailed, "don't do it, don't........," but her words trailed off as her arms were bound to the beam. She gasped as the spikes were taken and held up to her terror struck eyes. She felt the point of the iron pushed into the hollow of her wrist and then..........

"Claaaang!" the hammer fell and the shrieks came long and hard, "Eeeeeaaargh, Aaaaargh, Noooo!" and then silence as she collapsed into unconciousness. The work, however, continued as the other spike was driven into place. The stretched women came round just as her body was lifted into place on one of the uprights. Her heels banged against the hard wood of the stake and she was now babbling incoherently in her new found agony. Her feet were grabbed and held crossed against the wood while the final nail was hammered into the living flesh. Once again, mercifully, she fainted and only the rising and falling of her abdomen proved she was still alive and would endure the further agonies of her crucifixion. The other women was sobbing at what was to befall her. Vestipus and the other prisoner were quite silent but soon thay would feel the nails of crucifixion.

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[william23]

Next

No sooner had the first girl been nailed up when the soldiers approached the one remaining girl and started to unteather her from the pole.

"Noooo, not me, not meeeee!" she screamed, "I will do anything, anything, but pleeeese don't crucify meeeeee!"

The wails fell on deaf ears and the soldiers dragged her over, the uneven ground, to the dark threatening wood of the stipe and the awaiting beam. She looked up at the naked, twisting, writhing figure of the newly crucified women. Her large breasts rose and fell as she gasped for breathe between the agony in her wrists and her feet. The next women closed her eyes and groaned as her journey to the stipe was over and she was now laying on her back with her arms stretched along the implement of death. She heard the chink of iron, near her head, and opened her eyes wide to see the burly executioner standing over her pale body.

"Scream well lass," he ordered, "but don't kick out or I will fix your feet worse than you can imagine."

The girls breathing quickened at the thought of the nails in her limbs and a small trickle of urine seeped from her orifice and stained the dry ground beneath her.

Once more she looked, with pleading eyes, into the face of the stern looking man kneeling beside her. She felt a rough calloused hand grope her left breast, rolling and pinching the nipple between his fingers. There was no way she could avoid the intrusion on her body and awaited the inevitable probing of the inner folds of her sex.

"Sweet, sweet," grunted the executioner, "pass me the hammer!" The short handled implement was place in his hand and with the other hand he seized a spike from the side of her head.

"Now, you no move lass and I will get you fixed quickly, don't want to miss and break your fingers."

He felt for the small depression in the wrist and placed the point on the quivering flesh. A shiver went thru the tender frame as the shadow of the hammer rose over her prostrate firm body.

"Thud! Thud!" the hammer struck the head of the spike twice and embedded in the hard wood below. The shrieking girl instinctively kicked out with her legs but her feet were quickly held down to stop any further complications. The work continued efficiently and soon the large head was resting firmly against the blood soaked wrist and the hole was plugged. The other wrist received the same treatment and then the girl was fixed to the beam.

"Right lift her up," two soldiers held an end of the beam and hauled the bawling girl upright with her back against the post.

"Ok, on my command.........Lift!" and the soles of her feet left solid ground for the very last time. She squealed but made little movement as the pain now in her wrists was excrutiating. Soon the mortise and tenon were slipped together and the shrieking girl now dangled from the hard iron scraping against the small bones in her wrists.
The men stood back and waited for the initial frenzied thrashing to die down before approaching with the last remaining spike to nail her feet to the stipe.
Slowly the girls panting became more shallow and it was now time for the end game of the crucifixion. The men advanced and grabbed a foot each. A loop of rope was passed around both ankles and wrapped around the stipe to immobilise them to the wood. The girls eyes were open wide as she felt the sharp point press against the bone of her heel. Once more the hammer fell and the sound of breaking bone was very audible. This was accompanied by high pitched screams from the victim and more thrashing about. The men tethered to the hitching post froze with open mouths...........they were next!

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[william23]

The Crucifixions Continue

One by one the remaining men are taken down and kicked like vermin to their death posts. By now there was a huge crowd eager to see the demise of the remaining prisoners. The prisoners were completely naked and one or two were sporting large erections as they gazed on the twisting female forms already swinging from the wood.

"Come on you scum, fucking move it, we haven't got all day!" a gruff voice snarled.

Vestipus and the captain hung taught, by their outstretched arms, from the hitching post. They had watched as their men and women had been marched to their deaths on the cross. They had heard the terrifying screams as the nails were pounded into flesh and bone by men who cared not. They would watch as the bodies were jerked up the wood and splinters would dig into their flesh. The groans from the crucified would linger in their heads knowing full well that they would also be vocal on the nails.

"You cunts, you fucking cunts!" Vestipus yelled, "why don't you get it over with? come on you bastards, fix us up, come on, fix us up."

"Shut up," scowled the captain, "what the fuck do you think you are doing?"

The soldiers laughed at this unusual outburst. One of the men approached the tied up men and kicked both of them in the balls. Both men groaned and piss dribbled out of the end of their swollen cocks.

"No rush for these two, let them enjoy the spectacle of seeing their men hang, we will finish them off in the morning."

Vestipus and the captain endured quite a cold night. They could neither stand or kneel as the ropes prevented them from enjoying a relaxing posture. Cramps shot up their legs and muscle began to spasm. Only the sounds of the moans and screams from the crucified broke the still air. Then out of the shadows Vestipus heard a sound.

"Shssssish"

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[william23]

The Escape

Vestipus raised his head and looked into the shadows, there stood the form of a woman. The woman advanced quietly and soon she was standing in front of the bound men.

"Martha, is it really you?" croaked Vestipus.
A warm hand stroked his face and then both her hands cupped his cheeks and their lips met.

"I knew you would come, I recognised this place from the description your husband, Goab, gave me many years ago."

"Goab," spluttered the captain.

"Yes, Goab," replied Vestipus, "this is Goab's wife and she will help us to escape our bonds and out of this god forsaken place."
Martha quickly sliced thru their bonds and both men rubbed their limbs to circulate the blood.

"Come, we haven't much time," spoke Martha.

The night air was broken by a groan from one of the crosses, Vestipus looked up. One of the girls was twisting against the nails and shaking in her agony.

"We can't leave them like this," pleaded Vestipus.

"We have no time to take them down," retorted Martha, "we have to go now or we will all end up on the wood."

"She's right," spoke the captain, "we must go now."

Vestipus looked at the naked twisting bodies swinging from the beams and sighed.

"Then we must end it now," and Vestipus took the knife from Martha's hand and quickly paced over to the two crosses holding the firm bodies of the two girls. The crosses were not that high so their nubile bodies were within easy reach. Vestipus walked behind and place his hand over the mouth of the first girl, with a swift movement her throat was cut and the gurgling began. Her limbs trembled for a bit but then there was stillness as her life ebbed away in a torrent of crimson red. Vestipus approached the second girl and the crunch of the ground beneath his feet stirred her and her eyes opened.

"Help mmmmmeee," she croaked.
Vestipus placed the blade under her rounded breast and thrust forward with his weight behind it. There was a squish and then a crunch as the ribs were seperated and the blade penetrated her heart. Her lips began to tremble and Vestipus placed his hand over to stifle her last sound and then she slumped and hung by the wrists. Her feet pivoted on the spikes and her legs opened like a diamond exposing her sex for all to see.
Vestipus looked at the others and mouthed he was sorry and then turned and fled with Martha and the captain into the dark night.

To be continued................................................