The soldier escorting Barbaria to her execution is frustrated. He sees Emily in the crowd. "You, girl." He points to Emily. "You know this bitch, do you not? I heard her speak to you."
"Yes, I know her." Mumbles Emily.
"If you know her then you might be guilty of the same crime that condemned her. You are beautiful and young. Many would not object to see you hanging from a cross!"
"Oh no, sir. She was my employer. Her slave, actually. I was a prostitute in her brothel"
"So you might be glad to see your former mistress condemned to death?"
"No, sir." I do not. She was kind to me. We were lovers, actually."
"Help us get her to her feet and on the way. If you do there may be some benefit to you. If not, who knows what accusations might be made against you!"
Emily is terrified at hearing these words. She and Barbaria indeed shared a bed, and were lovers. But Barbaria was her owner, and she was just a slave, however she was treated. Should she have any sense of loyalty to her former mistress, now condemned to death by crucifixion? Emily did the quick reasoning. No, despite their former relationship, she owed Barbaria nothing at this point if it put her own life in danger. The brothel was closed. She's probably lucky she wasn't already accused of complicity with Barbaria in the crime that condemned her. No, she must do what is in her best interests at this point.
"I will help you," she tells the soldier.
"Good girl," he replies. "You will be rewarded. Now, get this bitch to her feet and on the way!"
Emily reaches out to Barbaria, prostrate on the ground with the heavy crossbeam pinning her down. "Barbaria, it's me, Emily."
Barbaria looks up into the kind face of her former slave, her former lover.
"Oh Emily, dear Emily. I'm innocent! They're going to crucify me!"
"I know you are innocent dear. But this cannot be avoided. Please, the sooner you get moving again, the sooner it will all end for you. The soldier tells me that if you get to your feet and walk they will grant some mercy, limit your suffering (oh, I'm lying here!). It is in your interest (no, actually mine), my dear."
Barbaria gasps, in pain. "I can't, can't, with that thing up my ass. Too fucking painful."
"Excuse me, sir," Emily addresses the soldier standing over them. "would you please remove the whip handle from her. That will help her get up."
The soldier bends down and roughly pulls out the handle. Barbaria grunts and shrieks in pain as the object is removed from her rectum.
Emily helps Barbaria to her knees. "See, my dear, it is not so hard. please, you must stand up."
Each girl leans in to the other. Their lips meet. They kiss, passionately!
Emily's hand slips down between Barbaria's legs and begins to gently stroke and probe the delicate flesh there. Barbaria gasps in sudden pleasure as Emily's fingers find her clit.
"Oh, they've tortured you so badly my dear," says Emily. I can tell you've been abused."
"Yes, yes, moans Barbaria. I've been raped so many times. But your hand and fingers make me feels so wonderful!"