Alina tried to find a position that was free of pain but quickly gave up. She had seen these before, read about them, studied them. She knew crucifixion was hell. There was no relief from pain. A cornu couldn’t be avoided. Her bodyweight placed pressure on her arms, her shoulders, her legs. Her feet and wrists were unbearable, and she couldn’t move her hands or even wiggle her toes.
She was determined to hang as long as possible. She knew she would eventually dance, eventually begin fucking her ass on the cornu in front of the crowd but the less she rose and fell, the less entertainment she was for them.
The wood on her back was terrible. She had picked up giant splinters on her way down. The red stripes on her body had not gone away and the fresh burns on her body were flaming up once again.
She tried to keep her eyes down, taking in her body, looking at the dusty ground but eventually looked up like a moth drawn to a flame.
The crowd was breathtaking. So many voices, cheering, booing, pointing at her, discussing her body, the wounds and the cum spread over her, her once beautiful hair having been used for a cum towel so often, it was like an old wet dirty mop that had been left on the ground to dry. It was brittle and would probably break if grabbed hard enough.
She had never felt so exposed and doubted anyone who had never been on a cross would. She had worn a very small bikini once to a camp pool party and felt self-conscious the entire time, wearing a robe for most of the party.
This was so much more. Here she hung, unable to stop groaning, a wooden dildo up her ass, arms spread wide, legs apart and unable to hide the only part of her that was not feeling pain, but instead was wet. In a way that was so much worse. She had been defiled in the worst way imaginable and been forced to like it, or at least her body had.
She shook her head though, trying to be honest with herself. She had never been attracted to men, but she had enjoyed fucking Constantine. It disgusted her, but it was true. The female slave had been kind and was very pretty, but she only did what she did for show, to save Julie pain.
Fucking her worst enemy was another story. Was it because he was her worst enemy? Or maybe because she knew she had no choice to give into him, so she just allowed herself to do so and wound-up clinging to that physical passion she had missed so much. She had always been the dominant in her relationships. Celia had always been so timid. Since she had killed Nero, she had been under the control of one man. She had been raped and tortured by many, but it was all one man.
And the first chance she had; she gave into him. She didn’t even hesitate to suck his cock. And when he told her to kiss him back with passion, she told herself it was a lie. She had no choice but to make it real. Did it have to feel so damn good? Was this who she was at her core? A woman who wanted to be dominated.
Alina had fought for so long. She fought her entire life it seemed. She was constantly proving herself, improving herself, being the best at everything, driven by her desire to win, whether it be checkers or war.
Now, at the end, the game was over. She had lost and all she had to do was get lost in the pain. Pain was her world now.
The people who were watching her die with joy. What was wrong with these people? There were families here as if this were some kind of circus. Is this the world the Romans would have if they ruled? Were they truly the worst of humanity?
The answer was of course they were. The Roman Empire had declined on its own thanks to poor leadership, economy and inability to hold an empire together as the world changed around them, but towards the end, the Barbarians were truly at the gate. The Romans after forcing so many into subservience, got what they deserved.
During World War two, Mussolini’s Italy had fallen to the Allied Forces.
This Empire would fall to the United European Countries. Thanks to a technical marvel that gave them superiority over conquered lands Rome had once again outgrown and overestimated themselves. The people were so ready to believe they would inherit the Earth, that Romans were the true destined leader.
Alina had killed so many of them and never regretted a single kill. She hated them as much as they hated her people.
She couldn’t take it any longer. She felt as if her chest was crushing in. She groaned as she forced more pressure on her feet, rising up, the cornu sliding out of her ass like a cock leaving it, the rough wood scratching her torn back. When she reached the top, as far as her legs would take her, she took huge gulps of air as if she would never breath again. How she wished that were true.
“Citizens of Rome, the European slut’s dance has begun!” she heard Constantine shout over a speaker. Fresh cheers rose. She felt even more exposed. Nothing was hidden and she was even higher on the cross. Her body was no doubt shaking.
Then her image appeared on one of the huge monitors and she thought for a moment she was watching someone else.
If defilement and torture were beauty, she would be a goddess.
The pain became too much, and she slid back down, the point of the cornu hitting between her pussy and ass, so she shifted and squirmed, basically grinding her ass and ensuring it was fucked, to the delight of the crowd.
A guard came forward and she stiffened, thinking the long stick on his hands was a hot iron.
The close he came the more she understood. A large black dildo was on a tall stick.
“Please no.” she whispered but knew even if she were louder, it would do no good. She thought she felt a poke somewhere around her right ass cheek but couldn’t be sure.
She could be sure of the burning pool of desire between her legs and was grateful she decided to allow the cornu up her ass. IF she hadn’t, she would be rubbing her pussy raw, trying to fuck the wood. Even now every little movement inside her from the wood made her shiver a bit, kept her wet.
She hadn’t expected him to be gentle, yet he was. He worked it into her slowly and she understood why quickly. He was teasing her, making her want it more and more until she was bucking her hips, trying to get the dildo inside her.
After a groan of frustration, he finally gave her what she craved. She hung, barely breathing, in immense pain yet all she could focus on was the rubber stick inside her.
The crowd roared when she came, like she had just scored a goal. The cameras focused on her ass clenching, her hips bucking and the juices that erupted out of her. Her thighs were slick with not only sweat but her own fluids. Her clit was engorged.
Alina had nothing anymore. Pleasure, pain, it was all in someone else’s hands. In a way it was freeing. As she accepted the pain, she began to realize how much simpler her life had been made. No more choices, no more proving herself. She could rest. She was a living, slowly dying body who existed for the entertainment of others.
Time continued but she was not sure how long. She had watched guards come and go. The crowds eventually filtered from the stands and walked very close to her in a line, getting a good look but not allowed to touch. A few spit on her but Alina didn’t see the point. Did these idiots truly believe that they could hurt her with saliva?
The sun set and rose and set again. She had been fucked often on the cross but the last time she had been unable to orgasm or feel anything in her pelvis area. Her ass had become so used to the cornu she wasn’t sure what it would feel like for any amount of time without it. People talked about her, but the crowds didn’t show in force. Even the cameramen became bored.
Even Constantine had left.
Until the morning of the third day.
She had dozed somewhere in the night. It was harder for her to rise up, her breath was shallow, and she was phasing in and out of consciousness.
“You are close to death.” He told her as if she didn’t know it.
She didn’t bother answering. She didn’t have to. Before he could say anything else, a soldier ran to him and whispered in his ear.
Constantine paled. “That isn’t possible. We have no control over the defense network. Missile defense, satellites. Our system should be impenetrable.”
“We have lost the western and eastern fronts to invasion. We are hearing reports of UC bombers near Rome. We need to evacuate you sire. We have to leave Rome. They have broken our lines!”
Alina managed to laugh. “Not going to have much of a Roman empire without Rome, will you, Emperor?”
Constantine looked at her and shoved the soldier away. The soldier ran.
“What did you do?”
Alina managed to gather enough saliva to spit in the dirt at his feet.
“You checked my pussy and ass, but you never checked my teeth. I knew you would shock me, make me swallow cum. Our tech guys made sure it was very insulated then glued it behind a molar. Since I have been here, it has been taking your wireless signals from your palace computer and sending them to my people. As soon as they figured out a way to beat your system, they would send another signal through my data transmitter to deliver a virus to your entire defense network. If you had killed me in a day and burned my body, we wouldn’t have had time. You Romans like your shows though.”
“That’s impossible. The power that would take…”
“It began killing me the moment it was inserted and started transmitting. I never planned to get out of this alive. I would be dead in another week regardless of what you did to me.”
Bomb sirens began blaring in the city, then several explosions.
Constantine looked around in a panic.
“I told them to drop a bomb on my location. I suspected you would be with me. Don’t run, Constantine. Even if you do escape, they will crucify you. You will be considered a war criminal. Even if they don’t crucify you, they will rape you and hang you nude. Its over. I win.”
Alina turned her head to the sky and grinned. To those who knew her they would never recognize her. She was a bloody, dirty skeleton, hanging from a tree.
“Look Constantine. Her comes our bomb. When we get to hell, we will be on even ground. We shall see which of us is truly better.”
Constantine turned and saw the bomber she was talking about. He heard the whine of the missile, saw the wall of fire and heard her broken, bitter laugh. He screamed when the wall of flame engulfed them, bringing to end the last Roman Emperor and his Empire.
The End
