Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Suddenly, there was all terror round us. Like Eulalia and Barbaria, I was forced to watch, how my companions got crucified one after another. Then, Tiberius did a dirty trick to ‘upgrade’ the spectacle. In a lottery, he let draw some twenty ‘winners’…. to stuff the show. Twenty onlookers, innocent men and women, were stripped and crucified.
In between the turmoil, Stabia pointed at me :
“Crucify him with the plebs! That’s where he belongs!”
I was grabbed, my loincloth was torn off, and I got nailed among the plebs. It was a horrible experience, and despite I tried to resist, I could not withhold myself of shouting of pain. Immediately after the nailing, my cross was raised.
Then, the nailed Malina. It happened behind me, I could hardly see what was going on, but her screaming was unbearable to me.
I did not care getting crucified with common people, but for Malina, a daughter of a senator, it was one more humiliation. Her cross was standing behind me. I could not communicate with her anymore. And the whole place was full of moaning, crying of pain and cursing Tiberius. The plebs and us had been nailed simply, without any sedile, so our primary concern was ‘dancing’ on the cross, in painful attempts to stand on the nails, for allowing us to take breath. Me, with a constantly erect cock, because of the stuff they had given us to drink, a cause of mockery by the guards ("nice sword, gladiator!") and the onlookers.
It was all exhausting, terrifying. Sweating, trembling, we kept moving, while ahead of us, the other accused conspirators were the subject of the sadism of Stabia and her team.
In between the turmoil, Stabia pointed at me :
“Crucify him with the plebs! That’s where he belongs!”
I was grabbed, my loincloth was torn off, and I got nailed among the plebs. It was a horrible experience, and despite I tried to resist, I could not withhold myself of shouting of pain. Immediately after the nailing, my cross was raised.
Then, the nailed Malina. It happened behind me, I could hardly see what was going on, but her screaming was unbearable to me.
I did not care getting crucified with common people, but for Malina, a daughter of a senator, it was one more humiliation. Her cross was standing behind me. I could not communicate with her anymore. And the whole place was full of moaning, crying of pain and cursing Tiberius. The plebs and us had been nailed simply, without any sedile, so our primary concern was ‘dancing’ on the cross, in painful attempts to stand on the nails, for allowing us to take breath. Me, with a constantly erect cock, because of the stuff they had given us to drink, a cause of mockery by the guards ("nice sword, gladiator!") and the onlookers.
It was all exhausting, terrifying. Sweating, trembling, we kept moving, while ahead of us, the other accused conspirators were the subject of the sadism of Stabia and her team.