Blue
Magistrate
The following story was inspired by this image from the artist Zerco
The story is presented as a play, so no narrative 3rd person perspective. I am very interested in hearing feedback from readers on this, and all my stories! Thanks for taking the time.
A Crucifixion Scene - part 1/3
“NOOOOOOOOO...AAYYYYYYYY!!!!...AHHHHHYYYYYYY!!!!! ... I am....crucified..... Please...I beg you...Please...Take me down...Ahhhhhhh...Nooooooo....... I don’t...deserve such... punishment... Oh gods... Why have you let them do this to me...Why...Why....why........?NOOOOOOOOOO.........!!!!!!!”
“That one wasn’t too bad, Marcilus. She didn’t put up that much of a fight, except for her foul whore mouth. I’m glad she’s screaming now, learning how to squirm on her cross; she can scream the rest of her life away for all I care. Who’s next?”
“You’re very eager today, Lucius. Wifey stoke a fire in that cock of yours last night or are you just excited for your first arena crucifixion festival?”
“You old ones all sound alike, Marcilus: so professional to the point of boredom. If you must know, then, yes I am excited by all this that surrounds us and the work we do.”
“Ahhh yes, young Lucius, what could be better than a blazing hot day in the arena, seats filled with screaming fanatics all full of Posca; arena floor filled with screaming condemned prisoners, some already crucified and others awaiting their punishment, and frantic, sweaty, foul-smelling crucifixion details, such as ours, scurrying about to keep the masses entertained lest they break out into fisticuffs among themselves... indeed, what could be better than than this?”
“Just because you’ve seen so many days like this doesn’t give you the right to dim my excitement at the scene before us. Cornelius and I are new to this work and deserve the same opportunity as you had to take it all in when you were, ummmm..., capable of enjoying the atmosphere.... Besides, have we not conducted ourselves with the utmost professionalism today?”
“Yes, true professionals you both are. Errr.. Cornelius... forget something? Take a look at the one we just did.”
“Shit, the loincloth... thanks Marcilus, I’ll be right back”
“You’d best hurry before the Centurion notices and we’re all on the hook for 5 lashes: you know he likes them naked on the cross, particularly the youngish pretty ones. Fucking idiot... oh, I’m sorry: professional fucking idiot. Let’s keep our minds on our task...spot the next one yet, Lucius?”
“Just did: how about that one two crosses down, she’s got her knees up to her chest and hands covering her ears? She’s looks scared out of her wits and should be an easy nail-and-raise. I could use another easy one before things heat up this afternoon. Raising that last one put a twist in my back that’s starting to act up.”
“And here I am thinking the wifey put that twist in your back last night! How many times must I tell you ‘lift with your legs, not your back.’ We’d better hurry before another detail claims her.”
“Let’s go, quickly... You know, old man, thinking about your condescending ‘question’ from a moment ago I actually believe there is not much better a way for a work day to pass than what we are doing and where we are doing it. I freely admit it, I am incredibly aroused by the screams, the pleas for mercy and the anguished cries of the condemned as we drive the nails home. The look of utter terror and fright as we begin to raise them, proclaiming their innocence and begging us to stop. The squirming of their naked bodies as they learn the death-dance of crucifixion. All that turns me on soooo much: I hope the wifey is ready for me when I get home tonight!”
“Oh, to be young and strong again, Lucius! Truth be told I as well still experience a certain sexual pleasure as we do our job. The feeling of power over another person, particularly an attractive female, is both exhilarating and intoxicating - far more so than that awful Posca we are rationed! We are ending their lives in the most painful and degrading way possible and that feeling of superiority keeps me coming back to this duty year after year. Unfortunately for me, my wifey is usually not up to the task when I get home... so I’m left with some of her ointment and my right hand! Ahhh... I see Cornelius is catching up but seems empty handed. Any problems, Cornelius? You don’t seem to have your usual prize.”
“No Marcilus, just the usual sobbing and begging for mercy that they all do, though she did let out quite the scream when I relieved her of her covering. Problem is, it was so filled with her piss and shit I couldn’t keep it; so fucking gross... so I just left it at the base of her cross. I thought they weren’t supposed to feed them for two days prior?”
“Not everyone is a thorough as I, Cornelius, and it seems that today’s heavy activity has drawn some of the less capable crucifixion details into the fore. Ok - we can slow down now as it looks like we’re the first detail at the scared girl’s cross; she’s ours.”
“Lucius and Cornelius: listen up. Even though we’ve done this a bunch of times already today lets review just to make sure we’re on the same page. Cornelius- you grab her by the arms and I’ll grab her by the legs. Once we get her stretched out remember our positioning: shoulders even with patibulum and arms bent about a third of their length. Lucius: you sit on her just above her pelvis facing her head. Once we get her stabilized I’ll grab the hammer and nails. We’ll go right wrist first, then I’ll hurry over to do the left. Once we get her wrists done we’ll let her writhe around a while and hope she tires herself out a bit. Lucius will then get the left leg and Cornelius will get the right and we’ll bend them about halfway up her shin on either side of the stripes. Again, I’ll do the nailing: we’ll go right first then left and the hard part is over. Got it? Am I clear?”
”Gods, Marcilus, look at her back. She’s hardly been scourged and I just caught a glimpse of her face and...she’s fucking beautiful!
“No.....no....no..no..no. They’re not going to crucify me...They’re not going to crucify me...Please..please...Don’t let them crucify me....No....No....”
“You saw her face? All I can see is the the long brown hair, firm-looking ass and long legs. When we get her stretched out we’ll all get a better view of her tits and face. What’s the bet for her pussy underneath that loincloth: bare or bush? I think she’s a mild bush one, but that’s just a guess.”
“No, no, no, no no.... I’m not going to die here. No, no ,no... they will not crucify me today...nooooo....no...”
“Listen to her; fucking delirious, I think. Sorry guys but It probably won’t be an easy time getting this one nailed and raised after all. Damn it, why is she not properly whipped with the flagurum? Can’t everyone just do their fucking job like they’re supposed to?”
“Nooooo......! No.......! No...........! No, I don’t want to die in agony on the cross....no......no..............”
“Look how she trembles and quakes while quietly warming up her voice to sing her song of agony, Marcilius. So beautiful, so vulnerable, so not ready to be put to death...The wifey is going to have to do extra duty tonight in order for me get this fantastic sight out of my mind! Shall I punch her in the face so we can get on to business?”
“Funny, she reminds me of my eldest daughter, the one that ran off to follow that carpenter from Galilee some years back. She’d be twenty two by now. Right about the age of this one from the looks of her... Let me have a closer look...Wait! Lucius, wait, do not hit her yet. She wouldn’t look as beautiful with a bloody nose. Perhaps there’s another way to reach her that preserves her beauty for her time on the cross. I have an idea: give me a moment”
The story is presented as a play, so no narrative 3rd person perspective. I am very interested in hearing feedback from readers on this, and all my stories! Thanks for taking the time.
A Crucifixion Scene - part 1/3
“NOOOOOOOOO...AAYYYYYYYY!!!!...AHHHHHYYYYYYY!!!!! ... I am....crucified..... Please...I beg you...Please...Take me down...Ahhhhhhh...Nooooooo....... I don’t...deserve such... punishment... Oh gods... Why have you let them do this to me...Why...Why....why........?NOOOOOOOOOO.........!!!!!!!”
“That one wasn’t too bad, Marcilus. She didn’t put up that much of a fight, except for her foul whore mouth. I’m glad she’s screaming now, learning how to squirm on her cross; she can scream the rest of her life away for all I care. Who’s next?”
“You’re very eager today, Lucius. Wifey stoke a fire in that cock of yours last night or are you just excited for your first arena crucifixion festival?”
“You old ones all sound alike, Marcilus: so professional to the point of boredom. If you must know, then, yes I am excited by all this that surrounds us and the work we do.”
“Ahhh yes, young Lucius, what could be better than a blazing hot day in the arena, seats filled with screaming fanatics all full of Posca; arena floor filled with screaming condemned prisoners, some already crucified and others awaiting their punishment, and frantic, sweaty, foul-smelling crucifixion details, such as ours, scurrying about to keep the masses entertained lest they break out into fisticuffs among themselves... indeed, what could be better than than this?”
“Just because you’ve seen so many days like this doesn’t give you the right to dim my excitement at the scene before us. Cornelius and I are new to this work and deserve the same opportunity as you had to take it all in when you were, ummmm..., capable of enjoying the atmosphere.... Besides, have we not conducted ourselves with the utmost professionalism today?”
“Yes, true professionals you both are. Errr.. Cornelius... forget something? Take a look at the one we just did.”
“Shit, the loincloth... thanks Marcilus, I’ll be right back”
“You’d best hurry before the Centurion notices and we’re all on the hook for 5 lashes: you know he likes them naked on the cross, particularly the youngish pretty ones. Fucking idiot... oh, I’m sorry: professional fucking idiot. Let’s keep our minds on our task...spot the next one yet, Lucius?”
“Just did: how about that one two crosses down, she’s got her knees up to her chest and hands covering her ears? She’s looks scared out of her wits and should be an easy nail-and-raise. I could use another easy one before things heat up this afternoon. Raising that last one put a twist in my back that’s starting to act up.”
“And here I am thinking the wifey put that twist in your back last night! How many times must I tell you ‘lift with your legs, not your back.’ We’d better hurry before another detail claims her.”
“Let’s go, quickly... You know, old man, thinking about your condescending ‘question’ from a moment ago I actually believe there is not much better a way for a work day to pass than what we are doing and where we are doing it. I freely admit it, I am incredibly aroused by the screams, the pleas for mercy and the anguished cries of the condemned as we drive the nails home. The look of utter terror and fright as we begin to raise them, proclaiming their innocence and begging us to stop. The squirming of their naked bodies as they learn the death-dance of crucifixion. All that turns me on soooo much: I hope the wifey is ready for me when I get home tonight!”
“Oh, to be young and strong again, Lucius! Truth be told I as well still experience a certain sexual pleasure as we do our job. The feeling of power over another person, particularly an attractive female, is both exhilarating and intoxicating - far more so than that awful Posca we are rationed! We are ending their lives in the most painful and degrading way possible and that feeling of superiority keeps me coming back to this duty year after year. Unfortunately for me, my wifey is usually not up to the task when I get home... so I’m left with some of her ointment and my right hand! Ahhh... I see Cornelius is catching up but seems empty handed. Any problems, Cornelius? You don’t seem to have your usual prize.”
“No Marcilus, just the usual sobbing and begging for mercy that they all do, though she did let out quite the scream when I relieved her of her covering. Problem is, it was so filled with her piss and shit I couldn’t keep it; so fucking gross... so I just left it at the base of her cross. I thought they weren’t supposed to feed them for two days prior?”
“Not everyone is a thorough as I, Cornelius, and it seems that today’s heavy activity has drawn some of the less capable crucifixion details into the fore. Ok - we can slow down now as it looks like we’re the first detail at the scared girl’s cross; she’s ours.”
“Lucius and Cornelius: listen up. Even though we’ve done this a bunch of times already today lets review just to make sure we’re on the same page. Cornelius- you grab her by the arms and I’ll grab her by the legs. Once we get her stretched out remember our positioning: shoulders even with patibulum and arms bent about a third of their length. Lucius: you sit on her just above her pelvis facing her head. Once we get her stabilized I’ll grab the hammer and nails. We’ll go right wrist first, then I’ll hurry over to do the left. Once we get her wrists done we’ll let her writhe around a while and hope she tires herself out a bit. Lucius will then get the left leg and Cornelius will get the right and we’ll bend them about halfway up her shin on either side of the stripes. Again, I’ll do the nailing: we’ll go right first then left and the hard part is over. Got it? Am I clear?”
”Gods, Marcilus, look at her back. She’s hardly been scourged and I just caught a glimpse of her face and...she’s fucking beautiful!
“No.....no....no..no..no. They’re not going to crucify me...They’re not going to crucify me...Please..please...Don’t let them crucify me....No....No....”
“You saw her face? All I can see is the the long brown hair, firm-looking ass and long legs. When we get her stretched out we’ll all get a better view of her tits and face. What’s the bet for her pussy underneath that loincloth: bare or bush? I think she’s a mild bush one, but that’s just a guess.”
“No, no, no, no no.... I’m not going to die here. No, no ,no... they will not crucify me today...nooooo....no...”
“Listen to her; fucking delirious, I think. Sorry guys but It probably won’t be an easy time getting this one nailed and raised after all. Damn it, why is she not properly whipped with the flagurum? Can’t everyone just do their fucking job like they’re supposed to?”
“Nooooo......! No.......! No...........! No, I don’t want to die in agony on the cross....no......no..............”
“Look how she trembles and quakes while quietly warming up her voice to sing her song of agony, Marcilius. So beautiful, so vulnerable, so not ready to be put to death...The wifey is going to have to do extra duty tonight in order for me get this fantastic sight out of my mind! Shall I punch her in the face so we can get on to business?”
“Funny, she reminds me of my eldest daughter, the one that ran off to follow that carpenter from Galilee some years back. She’d be twenty two by now. Right about the age of this one from the looks of her... Let me have a closer look...Wait! Lucius, wait, do not hit her yet. She wouldn’t look as beautiful with a bloody nose. Perhaps there’s another way to reach her that preserves her beauty for her time on the cross. I have an idea: give me a moment”
