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A regal hostage put to death, then comes war

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I gained the inspiration for this story from the following post by @Andyman. I definitely recommend checking out his artwork in that thread.



Olga was a beautiful young woman. An 18 year old virgin, the eldest daughter of a barbarian king to the north. She stood, stark naked, before the Roman Emperor. Her father had offered her to the Emperor as a wife. The ruler of Rome eyed her up and down. Hairy legs, cunt, stomach and arm pits. Medium-sized tits with protruding nipples. Long, flowing, brown hair. "Too skinny and too short!" snapped the Emperor. Olga's heart sank. "Tell her father to pay a heavy ransom to get her back." With that, Olga & her escort were whisked away to the dungeon. They were chained to the walls. Hans was a middle-aged Eunuch, the most trusted adviser to their king. "It'll be okay," he said, as much to comfort himself as her. She was curled up, crying quietly. She didn't believe him. Minutes later, several off-duty guards came into the room. The most powerful of them walked straight to Olga. "Virgin?" he laughed, "Not for long!" With that he started stripping naked. She pleaded with him in her strange, foreign language, he didn't know her words but he knew what she saying. He couldn't have cared less. His cock was already erect. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her out of the corner of the room and spread her legs. He spat on her cunt and started guiding his cock into her. He took from her in seconds something that her father had spent nearly 2 decades preserving, shattering her value instantly. Her screams were soon muffled by another guard using her mouth. A third guard climbed underneath her and started violating her previously untouched arse hole. Two other guards turned their attention to Hans. He was far from a virgin, but that didn't make it any less traumatic, to be raped by these Roman brutes.
 
Olga's father was devastated when he received the news. His plan to become a part of the Roman ruling class had failed. He wouldn't pay any ransom to the ungrateful Emperor. He'd wage war! Be a thorn in Rome's side until they accepted him as an equal! His arrogance blinded him to the futility of this quest. He refused to listen to his advisors as they warned him against this new plan.

When the Roman Emperor heard that the ransom demand was being refused, he was angry but calm. "Who does this insignificant piece of shit think he is?! Put the princess to the cross, then prepare for war. We'll show this so-called king that Rome's might is not to be messed with." "What should we do with her escort?" asked one of his guards. "Feed him to the dogs," came the reply.

Olga & Hans spent another night getting used as fuck toys. In the morning, at first light, they were both dragged from the dungeon. "Be brave," Hans yelled to Olga as they were taken in different directions. The guards unceremoniously dumped Hans into the dog pen. The hungry dogs didn't wait long. Hans made a brief attempt to defend himself, but the dogs quickly overwhelmed him. They were soon tearing chunks of his flesh from his naked body. His screams were heard throughout the palace. Eventually one of the dogs put a paw on his face and bit into his throat. He immediately started both bleeding out and drowning in blood. The dogs were unbothered by the gurgling sound he was now making.

Olga still hadn't been told her fate, but after hearing Hans' screams, she knew it wasn't good. She was wailing now. The guard, who was holding her right arm as they walked, punched her in the stomach. "Stop that noise, bitch, you're hurting my ears." They arrived at the public square. Her wrists were attached to the top of the whipping post. One of the guards told the gathering crowd why she was being punished. They started mocking her "all hail the queen!" "Where's her crown?" "Olga, queen of the whores!" Olga blushed. She had been treated as the princess she was her whole life, now she was naked in front of a bunch of peasants that were making fun of her. Then the first strike of the whip hit her back and she immediately pissed all over her legs. She begged the gods to let this be over quickly. The lashes kept coming. She thought she might get used to it, but the pain just kept getting worse. She went into a daze and didn't hear how many they counted to. They released her wrists and she fell backwards onto her shredded back. One of the villagers handed a guard a bag of money and whispered something in his ear. The guard nodded. The villager walked up to her as the bucket of water was splashed over her face. When her vision cleared up, he was kneeling between her legs with his cock on display. "No," she thought, "he could possibly be going to rape me here in public. Right?" His cock was the longest, thickest cock she'd ever seen. It was erect and was already oozing precum. He forced it into her cunt, spreading her open more than she thought possible. The crowd cheered him on. Her pussy lips felt like they were going to tear. He ruthlessly pounded her and he started dripping sweat all over her. Her cunt made squelching noises as his cock rammed in and out. Then, the veins on his neck started to rise and his face went red. With 4 final grunts he filled her cunt with his seed. As he pulled out, his cum got partly sucked out of her with an even louder squelching sound, adding even further to her humiliation. The crowd could see more jizz sliding down her legs when the guards dragged her to her feet. She never imagined it was possible to feel this much despair, but her execution had barely begun.
 
Olga could already feel her skin start to burn in the hot Mediterranean sun. The blood from her crown of thorns was mixing with her sweat. She was being marched naked through the streets of Rome, out to a nearby hill. As they approached she could see 4 crucifixes at the top. She had heard of this brutal form of execution, but didn't know what to expect. As they got nearer, she could see that the crosses that were already raised had corpses on them. They were vile figures, rotting away. She knew she would soon resemble them.

There was a fifth cross lying on the ground. She would soon become one with it. She was thrown onto the ground next to it. She was trembling and quietly sobbing. The guards grabbed her wrists and dragged her on top of the large wooden structure. She started resisting, kicking and scream. The head guard was in no mood for a temper tantrum, so he climbed on top of her, between her legs and started raping her. This largely immobilised her and made it easier for the other guards to do there jobs. The crowd, that had followed them up the hill, were loving the show. The hammer came down on the nail on her left wrist. After second of silent shock, she let out a wail. The guards waisted no time nailing her wrists down. The guard that was raping her was immensely aroused by her pain and shot his load quite quickly. The nailing of her ankles commenced as soon as he climbed off her. They deliberately nailed her ankles in such a way that she would not be able to close her legs and would be forced to expose her hairy cunt to the crowd for the rest of her short, miserable life. When they raised her up and she slid down the rough wood, it re-opened her bloody back and deposited many splinters. She was tantalisingly close to the ground. If her legs were free, she could have simply stood up. Instead she had to alternate between the agony of hanging limp and the agony of lifting herself up by stretching her legs and putting her weight on the nails in her ankles. She quickly worked out why the Romans used this method. It forces the condemned to torture themselves!

Many of the crowd had engaged in various forms of fornication while watching her. One that hadn't was a young man who clearly had a boner, but had not touched himself. "Have you ever fucked a woman that beautiful?" one the guards asked him.
"I haven't fucked anyone."
"Shit! How old are you?"
"Eighteen. It complicated."
"Do you like women? Would you fuck this one, if you could?"
"Yes and yes."
"Go on then."
"Really?"
"Yes, absolutely. She needs to be humiliated in a fresh, new way every so often. Go and stick your prick in her."
He needed no further encouragement. He walked over to this sweaty, blood-stained, sun-burned mess. He was very skinny, likely malnourished, but had a hairy, manly body. When he pulled his cock out it was thin but long and curved downward. He got up close to her. He took his time, drinking in her beauty. She felt a fresh wave of embarrassment, though you couldn't see her blush under all the sunburn. He squatted down and examined her holes. He touched her pussy, played with it, spread it open to look inside, fingered her. "Please stop," she whispered to him. She thought that he looked like he might have some compassion for her. He did not. Her request resulted in him putting all 8 of his fingers inside her, palms facing out, and spreading her open as much as he could. She stood up again, pulling away from his hands. He stood up, put his hands on her shoulders and violently pulled her back down. Pain shot through every part of her body. He slid inside her battered cunt and began thrusting awkwardly. He started slapping her face with his blood-soaked hands, alternating between cheeks. The guards & the crowd were impressed with his style. He took only 2 minutes to cum, but he got a round of applause for his efforts, as well as a first-time that he would never forget.

The rest of her time of the cross was fairly uneventful. There were a few more rapes and gropings. On day 3, she couldn't remember how many nights she'd been up there, her mind was so foggy. Just before he had his lunch, the head guard used his sword to sever her lower legs from her body. She now dangled from her wrists, unable to lift herself up any more. Blood ran from her leg stumps, below her knees. In a final moment of clarity, she remembered how excited she was when her father told her she would be the queen of Rome. That seemed to be a hundred years ago now. She soon stopped breathing, having no idea the her loved ones would soon be suffering similar fates.
 
The Roman legion approached Olga's town just as the day started to dawn. They noticed a young man sitting in a tree on the road into town. He was obviously a lookout, but he had fallen asleep. A half dozen archers were given commands and they took aim. One arrow pierced through each of his eyes, out the back of his head and into the tree. At the same time one went through his throat, 2 through his chest and one missed its target and went into his muscular thigh. The arrows jolted the man awake but all he could do was flail and seize as the legion began their march passed his tree to destroy the lives of everybody he knew and loved.

Olga's people had more soldiers than a Roman legion and had the home-ground advantage but the Romans were far better equipped and trained. They'd also caught the town off-guard as most of them slept. They made short work of the town's defences. The legion lost around 300 men but their enemy lost thousands. Once every survivor had been subdued, Marcus, the leader of the legion, promised one of the locals that her life would be spared if she pointed out the king and his family. She quickly agreed to do so if her children would be spared too. Marcus agreed and she pointed out the king, Tor, his 2 wives, his 3 surviving sons and his 5 step-daughters. Marcus let the woman (and her children) go, telling her to spread the word of the futility of resisting Roman power.

Tor's eldest surviving son, Henrik, was tied to a post. Marcus intended to gift the crown prince to his own Emperor. He then gave the signal to his men to use the other people in the town as they pleased. The mass orgy commenced throughout the town. He made sure the king and his family were treated especially cruelly. Elga, Olga's & Henrik's mother and Tor's first wife, cried as 2 soldiers started raping her. Next to her, her youngest son was being raped and beaten. The soldiers taunted him over his erection. "What a slut the king's son is!" "Look how hard his cock is. He's having too much fun!" Being powerless to help her son, broke Elga's heart. She reached out to touch his face, to try to give him comfort, but her hand was kicked away by a soldier. She wondered what they had planned Henrick, maybe they'd make him a puppet leader, she thought. She tried to have hope that Olga had escaped, though she knew that was unlikely.

Several hours later, Tor and his family (except for Henrik) and some of the leaders of his army were put to the crosses. Marcus lent down to Tor just before the nails were hammered into his flesh. "Did you really think that you could insult the Emperor of Rome and get away with it?" The king stoicly stared straight up to the sky. Marcus shook his head in frustration the gave the nod to start nailing this moronic monarch to the cross. His stoicness evaporated and he started screaming. He also promptly lost control of his bodily functions. Marcus then knelt down beside Elga and stuck his fingers inside her stretched-out, cum-soaked pussy and said, "So, this is the cunt that birthed the soon-to-be king? Our Emperor will soon turn him into a sex slave, either for himself or to be sold to a whorehouse." She would prefer he be executed, at least then, his suffering would soon be over. Marcus withdrew his fingers and flicked the cum from his fingers across her saggy tits and tear-covered face. She passed out as they started nailing her. But they quickly woke her up and continued their task.

Bianca, the eldest step-daughter had already had her wrists nailed. Marcus squat down between her legs and pulled out his cock. He slid it into her hairy cunt, the cum of the other soldiers oozed out of her as he did. "Such a waste of a beautiful woman," he said as he started gathering pace. One of her step-brothers was raised up on his cross beside her, facing her. Blood and cum leaked out of his hairy arse. He was crying, such a pitiful sight. He started pissing. The piss hit the ground near Bianca's head, splattering onto her face and into her open, wailing mouth. The soldiers laughed at her misfortune. Marcus added his load to the others inside her and stood up. Bianca's feet were nailed against the wood. Her cross was then raised, the last one to go up. Marcus walked over to Henrik. Henrik was shaking. Despite not being physically harmed, his body was in shock. "Hello, Your Majesty," Marcus taunted, "you're now effectively the king of your people! Why don't you protect them? Your people need you. Why don't you just save them?" Henrik began sobbing, knowing he was powerless. He had failed them. He watched helplessly as his family slowly started to die on the crosses, just as he had as they were raped for hours.

The next morning, a small number of the legion began marching many of the people from that town back towards Rome as slaves. Before leaving, Henrik begged for his family to be put out of their miseries, but the Marcus just laughed at him. As he was dragged away, Henrik feared for how long they may survive up there. The rest of the legion remained behind to guard this new Roman outpost and its people. They would soon be joined by Roman settlers who would have more rights than the locals.
 
Marcus had presented Henrik to the Emperor as a gift. The 29-year-old defeated king stood naked before the most powerful man in the known world. The Emperor ran his hands over this new slave's hairy pecks, down his treasure trail and began massaging his balls. "Have you ever been fucked?" "Of course not! I was the son of the king!" With that he spun Henrik around, made him bend over and started fingering his hole. Tear's dripped from his eyes as was violated in front of all these Romans. Soon he had a thrusting cock inside him. This was but a temporary situation, he told himself. He would soon escape and seek revenge.

3 months later, Sarah looked on as the Emperor tortured and raped Henrik, again. She had been the Emperor's favourite slave until this new toy had arrived. She was jealous. She actually loved her owner and this ingrate did not. When the Emperor was called away on some urgent military matter, she was left alone with the bound slave. She walked over to him. He was covered in sweat and red marks from the cane. His cock & balls were tied up and he had a tattoo of a crown on his forehead. He looked at her questioningly, but they said nothing to each other. Then, she ran her hand along his muscular biceps, over his shoulder and across his stubble-covered neck. Without warning she squeezed tight. He immediately started struggling. He still harboured delusions of escaping, he had no wish to die. Sarah noticed her body become aroused. She'd been a slave her whole life and had never killed anyone, but she was enjoying it. She started playing with herself. She was already wet. She rarely orgasmed and when she did, it was never quickly, but she could feel it building. Henrik was struggling against the restraints but was quickly losing strength. He didn't want to die, but especially while tied up at the hands of a slave! But as he blacked out, he had breathed his last breathe. Sarah squirted for the first time in her life. "What the FUCK are you doing?" bellowed the Emperor behind her. Sarah spun around to see her Master. She froze in terror. She knew what was to come. The Emperor's doctors attempted to save Henrik, but it was no use. Sarah had killed the Emperors new favourite slave, and for that, she would have to pay the ultimate price.
 
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