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Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
I'm not sure of your objection. The CP constructed under Tiberius in 21-23 CE. Sejanus had convinced the Emperor to house three Cohorts of the Guard within the city for 'safety.'
I did make an error in referring to the 'old' Aurelian Walls. The Castra Praetoia was incorporated as a strong point in the walls built during the reign of the Roman Emperors Aurelian and Probus in 271-275 CE.
 

Marcius

Governor
I'm not sure of your objection. The CP constructed under Tiberius in 21-23 CE. Sejanus had convinced the Emperor to house three Cohorts of the Guard within the city for 'safety.'
I did make an error in referring to eh 'old' Aurelian Walls. The Castra Praetoia was incorporated as a strong point in the walls built during the reign of the Roman Emperors Aurelian and Probus in 271-275 CE.
Exactly, no Aurelian Walls under Caligula. For centuries the City was supposed to be defended by the faraway legions, and Aurelian was the first to let go of what was then an illusion of security.
 

Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
Anyway -- Aurelian or no Aurelian (yet), those are great stories, and I offer my gratitude to PP.

Thank you, Sir!
Thank you so much. Your approval is most touching.

Those who have followed my writing will know that this is my very first crux story. Crucifixion is not at the top of my list of kinks. I hope it won't disappoint the hard-core fans of crux. You will notice, as it moves to completion, that certain details differ from the more common depictions. I plead the author's right to mold his own fantasy. As well as the fact that detailed descriptions of crucifixion are very few and contradictory. It is likely that over the immense timespan and geographical enormity of the Roman Empire, the practice differed greatly even then.
That is, until a researcher unearths a lost manuscript of the first decade BCE best-seller, Crucifixio Stultis (Crucifixion for Dummies)
 

Jon Smithie

Governor
Thank you so much. Your approval is most touching.

Those who have followed my writing will know that this is my very first crux story. Crucifixion is not at the top of my list of kinks. I hope it won't disappoint the hard-core fans of crux. You will notice, as it moves to completion, that certain details differ from the more common depictions. I plead the author's right to mold his own fantasy. As well as the fact that detailed descriptions of crucifixion are very few and contradictory. It is likely that over the immense timespan and geographical enormity of the Roman Empire, the practice differed greatly even then.
That is, until a researcher unearths a lost manuscript of the first decade BCE best-seller, Crucifixio Stultis (Crucifixion for Dummies)
Crucifixion is not at the top of my list of kinks either, but this is quite an arousing story.

Actually, I think "Crucifixion for Dummies" would sell pretty well now. Might be a bit of a niche market. Maybe you could include the subject in a larger work called "The Complete Idiot's Guide To Torture," that would appeal to a wider range of interests.
 

Fossy

Tribune
Nailed

The men pulled Flavia over to the base of one of the stipites and laid her on her back on the ground. They undid the rawhide ties, repositioned her arms along the patibulum, and then retied the straps tightly to her wrists. The man who had followed behind with the tools came forward and handed a hammer and two large, rough iron spikes to the soldier in charge. He, in turn, ordered two others to sit on her legs. That was regarded as a prime assignment as they both were able to feel through her legs the mind-rending agony of the nailing as well as having the best view of her cunt, belly, and breasts jerking at the pain.

The man in charge knelt by Flavia's right arm. The fair skin and delicate curve of her arm was that of an attractive women. The man savored the sight. In a few moments, that loveliness would be destroyed, and it would be little better than a piece of meat, hung on a hook. He placed the spike's point on her wrist, centered between the bones and avoiding the main artery; he knew his job well. He paused for a moment, enjoying this sexy bitch's pleas for mercy. He always enjoyed seeing a pretty woman suffer on the cross. And this one was prettier than most.

Then he raised the heavy iron hammer and brought it down on the head of the spike. The point drove through her wrist and a half-inch into the wood. The point of no return had passed.
Flavia sucked in a breath in an involuntary reaction to the electric pain shooting down her arm. Her midsection heaved, giving the men on her legs the erotic display they had been so eagerly anticipating. Flavia let loose a piercing scream at the top of her lungs.

Marcus Lycus heard her agonized cry and smiled. Another proud woman brought low!
The very thought of sensing her pain by sitting on her legs ... so damn erotic PrPr!
 

Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
Final Pounding
The chief guard pounded the spike four more times to sink it up to its head in Flavia's wrist. While he did so, she screamed continually with pain, her body surging against the weight of the two sitters. The chief untied the rawhide and handed it to the equipment man. It could be reused many times.

The man stood and walked over to her other arm. Flavia opened her eyes and saw his intention as he knelt by the patibulum. He couldn't! He just couldn't nail her other wrist! Flavia cried and begged and pleaded. She offered to do anything, anything at all, to stop it.
The praetorian just laughed. “You've already done everything, slut. Remember last night? There's only one more thing you can do to please us. That is, suffer and die!"

He placed the spike point on her wrist. Still crying with all her might, Flavia watched the hammer's dark iron head rise in the air, pause at the peak, and accelerate downward in the inevitable arc toward the spike. She saw it strike, and she felt the indescribable shock of pain run up her nerves to her brain.
The girl performed the same tortured actions as before, her voice screaming, her body surging, and her belly clenching. But it didn’t stop the guard from pounding again and again until the nail was well seated. As he handed the other rawhide to the waiting man, he noticed a yellow pool of urine on the ground between her legs.


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montycrusto

Slave Trader
Final Pounding
The chief guard pounded the spike four more times to sink it up to its head in Flavia's wrist. While he did so, she screamed continually with pain, her body surging against the weight of the two sitters. The chief untied the rawhide and handed it to the equipment man. It could be reused many times.

The man stood and walked over to her other arm. Flavia opened her eyes and saw his intention as he knelt by the patibulum. He couldn't! He just couldn't nail her other wrist! Flavia cried and begged and pleaded. She offered to do anything, anything at all, to stop it.
The praetorian just laughed. “You've already done everything, slut. Remember last night? There's only one more thing you can do to please us. That is, suffer and die!"

He placed the spike point on her wrist. Still crying with all her might, Flavia watched the hammer's dark iron head rise in the air, pause at the peak, and accelerate downward in the inevitable arc toward the spike. She saw it strike, and she felt the indescribable shock of pain run up her nerves to her brain.
The girl performed the same tortured actions as before, her voice screaming, her body surging, and her belly clenching. But it didn’t stop the guard from pounding again and again until the nail was well seated. As he handed the other rawhide to the waiting man, he noticed a yellow pool of urine on the ground between her legs.


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Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill


But that is not approved for outdoor use. It could happen when it rains at night, she falls off her cross and sprains her ankle.

She could even fracture her dignity.
Seriously, there is a new and far better solution

If You'd Rather Not Have A Gun In The House, and want to play it safe, Then go DeWalt.

In view of the recent election, sales of this new product has skyrocketed.

NAIL GUNS! AND, you don't even have to REGISTER them or have LICENSES for them!

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New Nail Gun, made by DeWalt. It can drive a 16-D nail through a 2x4 at 200 yards.

This makes crucifixion a breeze, you can sit on your lawn chair and nail a damsel to the cross, a fence, the side of a shed, you name it.

Hundred round magazine.

Someone invades your home, just nail their ass.
 

twonines

Senator
Seriously, there is a new and far better solution

If You'd Rather Not Have A Gun In The House, and want to play it safe, Then go DeWalt.

In view of the recent election, sales of this new product has skyrocketed.

NAIL GUNS! AND, you don't even have to REGISTER them or have LICENSES for them!

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New Nail Gun, made by DeWalt. It can drive a 16-D nail through a 2x4 at 200 yards.

This makes crucifixion a breeze, you can sit on your lawn chair and nail a damsel to the cross, a fence, the side of a shed, you name it.

Hundred round magazine.

Someone invades your home, just nail their ass.
Steady on, before you know it someone will form "The National Power Tool Association" The next Amendment "The Right to Carry Power Tools"
 

Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
Mounting
The Centurion took charge and ordered four men, two on a side, to grab the patibulum and drag the girl to the cross. Doing so, they wrenched another pitiful cry from Flavia as she felt the spikes tearing at her arms.
They chose the shortest stipes at under seven feet, making the mounting easier. Two boxes were set down to the sides. One man stood on each. Another two on the ground held the ends of the beam.
The Centurion waited until they had Flavia standing in front. Then he commanded, "Attelle!" and the four men together heaved the patibulum up in the air, accompanied by another screech from Flavia.
The two men standing on the boxes guided the cross beam over the stipes to set it in the hollowed out groove on top, securing it in place. They climbed down as Flavia writhed in pain, with her full weight suspended by the two nails in her wrists.

The chief guard went to get the hammer and more nails but was interrupted by Lycus.
Non clavi. Liga pedes eius.” The guard handed the tools back to his comrade and grabbed a length of rawhide. He tied it around the stipes, binding her feet in place.
Appone ani figuratur cornu. Acerrimum et longissimum
The guard smiled and rummaged through a bag of horns.- he chose one over seven inches long and sharpened to a fine point. He nailed it, point up, to the stipes at the height of Flavia's hips.

Attelle – raise up, heave! (imp.); Non clavi. Liga pedes eius – no nails; tie her feet; Appone ani figuratur cornu – add an anal horn; acerrimum – very sharp; longissimum – very long.
 

Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
Mounting
The Centurion took charge and ordered four men, two on a side, to grab the patibulum and drag the girl to the cross. Doing so, they wrenched another pitiful cry from Flavia as she felt the spikes tearing at her arms.
They chose the shortest stipes at under seven feet, making the mounting easier. Two boxes were set down to the sides. One man stood on each. Another two on the ground held the ends of the beam.
The Centurion waited until they had Flavia standing in front. Then he commanded, "Attelle!" and the four men together heaved the patibulum up in the air, accompanied by another screech from Flavia.
The two men standing on the boxes guided the cross beam over the stipes to set it in the hollowed out groove on top, securing it in place. They climbed down as Flavia writhed in pain, with her full weight suspended by the two nails in her wrists.

The chief guard went to get the hammer and more nails but was interrupted by Lycus.
Non clavi. Liga pedes eius.” The guard handed the tools back to his comrade and grabbed a length of rawhide. He tied it around the stipes, binding her feet in place.
Appone ani figuratur cornu. Acerrimum et longissimum
The guard smiled and rummaged through a bag of horns.- he chose one over seven inches long and sharpened to a fine point. He nailed it, point up, to the stipes at the height of Flavia's hips.

Attelle – raise up, heave! (imp.); Non clavi. Liga pedes eius – no nails; tie her feet; Appone ani figuratur cornu – add an anal horn; acerrimum – very sharp; longissimum – very long.
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