william23
Magistrate
Next!
With the first victim writhing on her cross, in the mid morning sun, Sectavius returned to the holding cell for his next recipient for the cross. The group were still huddled in prayer for their young crucified companion who's screams they could hear as her body was nailed to the wood and who's low moans could now be heard as she hung in utter torment and depair.
"Next" howled Sectavius as he held out a becconing hand. There was a slight movement in the shadows and soon a young man of no more than twenty years stood proudly before him.
"It's me you want" stammered the boy, "I want to be near my sister to comfort her." Sectavius could hardly believe what he was hearing, this would be great for the crowds to see two sibbelings dying side by side.
"Right let's go" commanded Sectavius and he pushed the lad out of the cell and he hit the wall sharply causing his nose to bleed and run down his hairless chest. Sectavius dragged him along to the awaiting beams and made him select his own. This was a cruel twist to make him choose his own instrument of death on which he was soon to hang. He stumbled along and up to the wooden gates that soon creaked open to the glaring sun of the arena. As he fell onto the sand Sectavius grabbed a handful of loin cloth and ripped it from the shaking pale body. The flacid penis bobbed up and down for a split second much to the amusement of those who could see. When he rose from the sand he could make out the twisting figure on the cross before his eyes, it was his tortured sister. Her eyes were tightly shut in her own pain engulfed world, her mouth drooled open and her small firm breasts were heaving in their exertion.
"Lay down" shouted Sectavius and he kicked the lads heels from under him so that he fell heavily on his lacerated back. Almost immediately Sectavius knelt on the left arm, drew another spike from the bag and cleanly smashed it through the flesh and tendons of the wrist. The lad howled his head off and his sister opened her eyes to the terrible scene which lay at her feet.
"God, Jeeeesus!" screamed the young man, "AAAARGH!" more terrible sounds of anguish formed from his lips and then just low groans as the nailing of his wrist was completed. Sectavius jumped over to the other wrist and before he positioned the second spike he waved it in the face of his victim. The crowd had got used to this move and greeted it with an enormous cheer. With the second spike in place the hammer dropped and drove it fully into the wood below. "YAAAARGH!! he hollowered and seemed to pass out for a few seconds. Sectavius was not too concerned as long as the man was revived before the raising on the stake. Sectavius took a nearby bucket of rank water and tossed it over his dirty pale body. He spluttered back to conciousness and screamed violently as he saw the cold iron spikes protruding from his blood splattered wrists.
Sectavius raised his hammer above his head and his two helpers grabbed the beam and dragged their victim to the awaiting stake. In one swift movement he was lifted up the stake and the beam was slotted onto the top. The man had his feet still firmly on the sand and so the beam was fixed with shims to prevent it working loose. There was a sense of relief as there was no pull on the nails in his wrists, however, this was to be short lived. Sectavius had his helpers grab the mans feet and hold them crossed behind the stake. Sectavius had learnt, in training, not to be too routine in his methods. With two strong helpers holding the screaming mans feet together he held the spike just above the soles and readied himself with the hammer. "Here it comes lad" he belowed and cleanly hit the nail head firmly and driving it through the first foot and partialy into the second. Quickly he hit the spike twice more to fix it in the wood and give the man his agonising extra support.
"Bravo" yelled the crowd and Sectavius took his bow and left the arena to raptuous applause, a job well done he thought.
To be continued............................
With the first victim writhing on her cross, in the mid morning sun, Sectavius returned to the holding cell for his next recipient for the cross. The group were still huddled in prayer for their young crucified companion who's screams they could hear as her body was nailed to the wood and who's low moans could now be heard as she hung in utter torment and depair.
"Next" howled Sectavius as he held out a becconing hand. There was a slight movement in the shadows and soon a young man of no more than twenty years stood proudly before him.
"It's me you want" stammered the boy, "I want to be near my sister to comfort her." Sectavius could hardly believe what he was hearing, this would be great for the crowds to see two sibbelings dying side by side.
"Right let's go" commanded Sectavius and he pushed the lad out of the cell and he hit the wall sharply causing his nose to bleed and run down his hairless chest. Sectavius dragged him along to the awaiting beams and made him select his own. This was a cruel twist to make him choose his own instrument of death on which he was soon to hang. He stumbled along and up to the wooden gates that soon creaked open to the glaring sun of the arena. As he fell onto the sand Sectavius grabbed a handful of loin cloth and ripped it from the shaking pale body. The flacid penis bobbed up and down for a split second much to the amusement of those who could see. When he rose from the sand he could make out the twisting figure on the cross before his eyes, it was his tortured sister. Her eyes were tightly shut in her own pain engulfed world, her mouth drooled open and her small firm breasts were heaving in their exertion.
"Lay down" shouted Sectavius and he kicked the lads heels from under him so that he fell heavily on his lacerated back. Almost immediately Sectavius knelt on the left arm, drew another spike from the bag and cleanly smashed it through the flesh and tendons of the wrist. The lad howled his head off and his sister opened her eyes to the terrible scene which lay at her feet.
"God, Jeeeesus!" screamed the young man, "AAAARGH!" more terrible sounds of anguish formed from his lips and then just low groans as the nailing of his wrist was completed. Sectavius jumped over to the other wrist and before he positioned the second spike he waved it in the face of his victim. The crowd had got used to this move and greeted it with an enormous cheer. With the second spike in place the hammer dropped and drove it fully into the wood below. "YAAAARGH!! he hollowered and seemed to pass out for a few seconds. Sectavius was not too concerned as long as the man was revived before the raising on the stake. Sectavius took a nearby bucket of rank water and tossed it over his dirty pale body. He spluttered back to conciousness and screamed violently as he saw the cold iron spikes protruding from his blood splattered wrists.
Sectavius raised his hammer above his head and his two helpers grabbed the beam and dragged their victim to the awaiting stake. In one swift movement he was lifted up the stake and the beam was slotted onto the top. The man had his feet still firmly on the sand and so the beam was fixed with shims to prevent it working loose. There was a sense of relief as there was no pull on the nails in his wrists, however, this was to be short lived. Sectavius had his helpers grab the mans feet and hold them crossed behind the stake. Sectavius had learnt, in training, not to be too routine in his methods. With two strong helpers holding the screaming mans feet together he held the spike just above the soles and readied himself with the hammer. "Here it comes lad" he belowed and cleanly hit the nail head firmly and driving it through the first foot and partialy into the second. Quickly he hit the spike twice more to fix it in the wood and give the man his agonising extra support.
"Bravo" yelled the crowd and Sectavius took his bow and left the arena to raptuous applause, a job well done he thought.
To be continued............................