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Death of innocent (Mx/F, Whipping, Rape, Crucifixon, Torture, noncon)​

This is one of my story in English (it is not my native language). I am sorry for some grammar errors. I will accept all help for improving my writer skills and also my English.

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Maia had a hard life. Her mother died during her birth. Her father never forgave her and left her with strangers. Here she grew up bullied by her adoptive parents and their legitimate children, who treated her like a slave.

When the Romans came to Gaul, she had the opportunity. Titus Labienus, the Roman commander and friend of Julius Caesar, camped next to her village. And she started working there in a military camp as a maid and a cook.

Titus soon noticed her and she began to serve him directly. And she fell in love with him. He will never forget their first night. He was very gentle at first. But then he became a wild bull. She felt like her brain was blowing out of her head. After a long rough sex as she accepted his semen, he asked her if she would become his slave. Because that's the only way for them to be together. She accepted it without hesitation.

She let herself be branded and put on her collar. She accepted the slave clothes. And she had happy days. The first happy days of her life. The other girls were jealous of her. But she didn't care, she thanked the gods for being happy. But the gods had other plans. And she was supposed to meet them very soon.

Indutiomarus, the King of Gaul, did not succumb to the Romans. And he led an armed uprising against them. He soon achieved less success, and Titus began to suspect that he had a spy in the camp. And he also had a young girl named Briga who did laundry to the Romans. Briga was the legitimate daughter of Maia's adoptive parents and she never liked her.

When Titus began his investigation, she became frightened. Although she could not read, she had some plans of the camp, which were drawn to her by a soldier for a few kisses and oral sex. But if they found them with her, she would face the death penalty on the cross. So she decided to save herself.

She secretly crept into Titus Labienus's tent and hid these drawings under the fur on which Maia slept. And she waited. Of course, they searched her and her place to sleep and found nothing. She was calm. But Maia was not so lucky. Titus searched their tent and gasped when he found the plans.

He ordered Maia to be brought to him. She was shocked and began to beg that she was innocent, that she didn't know how it got there, and she begged him to believe her. But Titus was adamant. He ordered her flogged first. And then Maia received twenty lashes. With each lash she screamed in pain and begged for mercy, swearing she was innocent.

Another nightmare ensued after the flogging. They tied her naked to a small wooden platform with her legs spread. Twenty soldiers were lucky and drew lots to rape her. And they enjoyed it too. She screamed and cried only at the beginning, then just lay there and looked at her master. She didn't believe, he allowed this. She felt betrayed and humiliated.

Then they brought her to the prepared cross in the shape of the letter T. They placed her on the cross with outstretched arms. Maia didn't fight back. The flogging and rape completely broke her. She became an apathetic person. But only until they began nailing her wrists and feet to the cross. This woke her up again and she screamed in pain.

When ishe was safely nailed, they raised the cross to a horizontal position. She felt her weight in her wrists and wanted to scream in pain- But because she had trouble with breathing, she couldn't even scream. Tears began to flow from her eyes. It was clear to her now that she was going to die. But her suffering was not over.

The Romans were specialists in torture. They brought a basket with a split fire, where several irons were burned. Not only did they consider her a spy, they wanted to get information about Indutiomarus from her. But which she didn't have. And who knows nothing cannot say anything.

Her tormentor gradually applied hot irons to her body. He started from her feet and moved slowly up. Maia would scream, but she didn't have enough breath. So she was just trying to run away from the hot irons, so it looked like she was dancing on a cross. She soon felt burns all over her body from burning. She was breathing hard. She felt dry in her throat, her body covered in sweat. After a while, they decided that she didn't know anything to tell them. And they let her die on the cross.

Maia died long. They forbade anyone to give her water. But at the evening he got a sip of water. Because the soldiers wanted to have fun with her at night. Her T cross was perfect for that. But she had seen the worst just before. Her love and master, Titus Labienus, led Brigus to his tent. The kid who had humiliated her all her life. And who caused her death, though she had no idea.

The night was full of horror again. The soldiers lowered the cross a little back and tied her arms and legs to the cross, just in case. And they started raping her again. She didn't even count how many of them took turns on her. After a few hours, they lifted the cross back.

However, the real horror occurred in the morning. A personal servant discovered that Titus Labienus was dead, his throat cut. And Briga is nowhere to be found. When Maia found out, she started crying. Although he betrayed her and had her flogged, raped, crucified and tortured, she still loved him. And this report deprived her of her last will to live.

She felt her breathing quicken and shorten. Her mind began to darken. Also her vision. Before she lost consciousness, her last thought went to Titus. She hoped to meet him again in the afterlife. After a few minutes, her head fell to her chest and her heart stopped.

Maia, the slave of Titus Labienus, wrongfully accused, whipped, raped, crucified and tortured, died.
 
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This is one of my story in English (it is not my native language). I am sorry for some grammar errors. I will accept all help for improving my writer skills and also my English.

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Maia had a hard life. Her mother died during her birth. Her father never forgave her and left her with strangers. Here she grew up bullied by her adoptive parents and their legitimate children, who treated her like a slave.

When the Romans came to Gaul, she had the opportunity. Titus Labienus, the Roman commander and friend of Julius Caesar, camped next to her village. And she started working there in a military camp as a maid and a cook.

Titus soon noticed her and she began to serve him directly. And she fell in love with him. He will never forget their first night. He was very gentle at first. But then he became a wild bull. She felt like her brain was blowing out of her head. After a long rough sex as she accepted his semen, he asked her if she would become his slave. Because that's the only way for them to be together. She accepted it without hesitation.

She let herself be branded and put on her collar. She accepted the slave clothes. And she had happy days. The first happy days of her life. The other girls were jealous of her. But she didn't care, she thanked the gods for being happy. But the gods had other plans. And she was supposed to meet them very soon.

Indutiomarus, the King of Gaul, did not succumb to the Romans. And he led an armed uprising against them. He soon achieved less success, and Titus began to suspect that he had a spy in the camp. And he also had a young girl named Briga who did laundry to the Romans. Briga was the legitimate daughter of Maia's adoptive parents and she never liked her.

When Titus began his investigation, she became frightened. Although she could not read, she had some plans of the camp, which were drawn to her by a soldier for a few kisses and oral sex. But if they found them with her, she would face the death penalty on the cross. So she decided to save herself.

She secretly crept into Titus Labienus's tent and hid these drawings under the fur on which Maia slept. And she waited. Of course, they searched her and her place to sleep and found nothing. She was calm. But Maia was not so lucky. Titus searched their tent and gasped when he found the plans.

He ordered Maia to be brought to him. She was shocked and began to beg that she was innocent, that she didn't know how it got there, and she begged him to believe her. But Titus was adamant. He ordered her flogged first. And then Maia received twenty lashes. With each lash she screamed in pain and begged for mercy, swearing she was innocent.

Another nightmare ensued after the flogging. They tied her naked to a small wooden platform with her legs spread. Twenty soldiers were lucky and drew lots to rape her. And they enjoyed it too. She screamed and cried only at the beginning, then just lay there and looked at her master. She didn't believe, he allowed this. She felt betrayed and humiliated.

Then they brought her to the prepared cross in the shape of the letter T. They placed her on the cross with outstretched arms. Maia didn't fight back. The flogging and rape completely broke her. She became an apathetic person. But only until they began nailing her wrists and feet to the cross. This woke her up again and she screamed in pain.

When ishe was safely nailed, they raised the cross to a horizontal position. She felt her weight in her wrists and wanted to scream in pain- But because she had trouble with breathing, she couldn't even scream. Tears began to flow from her eyes. It was clear to her now that she was going to die. But her suffering was not over.

The Romans were specialists in torture. They brought a basket with a split fire, where several irons were burned. Not only did they consider her a spy, they wanted to get information about Indutiomarus from her. But which she didn't have. And who knows nothing cannot say anything.

Her tormentor gradually applied hot irons to her body. He started from her feet and moved slowly up. Maia would scream, but she didn't have enough breath. So she was just trying to run away from the hot irons, so it looked like she was dancing on a cross. She soon felt burns all over her body from burning. She was breathing hard. She felt dry in her throat, her body covered in sweat. After a while, they decided that she didn't know anything to tell them. And they let her die on the cross.

Maia died long. They forbade anyone to give her water. But at the evening he got a sip of water. Because the soldiers wanted to have fun with her at night. Her T cross was perfect for that. But she had seen the worst just before. Her love and master, Titus Labienus, led Brigus to his tent. The kid who had humiliated her all her life. And who caused her death, though she had no idea.

The night was full of horror again. The soldiers lowered the cross a little back and tied her arms and legs to the cross, just in case. And they started raping her again. She didn't even count how many of them took turns on her. After a few hours, they lifted the cross back.

However, the real horror occurred in the morning. A personal servant discovered that Titus Labienus was dead, his throat cut. And Briga is nowhere to be found. When Maia found out, she started crying. Although he betrayed her and had her flogged, raped, crucified and tortured, she still loved him. And this report deprived her of her last will to live.

She felt her breathing quicken and shorten. Her mind began to darken. Also her vision. Before she lost consciousness, her last thought went to Titus. She hoped to meet him again in the afterlife. After a few minutes, her head fell to her chest and her heart stopped.

Maia, the slave of Titus Labienus, wrongfully accused, whipped, raped, crucified and tortured, died.
What a harsh but beautiful little story.. full of agony and ecstasy, with sparks of tenderness amongst the cruelties. Thank you for sharing it! :D
 

Lucille Crucified (Mx/F, rape, whipping, crucifixion, noncon)​

My first story which I wrote, fixed a bit by my friend and slave sister Alexandra

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Lucille wasn’t born a slave. She was enslaved as an adult when the Romans invaded her village. Her family was murdered, and she was raped, then enslaved. The soldiers took her to Rome, where she was sold to a wealthy merchant. His name was Marcus Platus.

Lucille never accepted slavery. Although she was forced to serve her master as a "bed warmer" and avoided hard work, she never stopped planning her escape. Unfortunately she wasn’t of noble birth, or possessing of riches, so she was unable to buy her way out of her bondage. Her first attempt failed. She was caught and publicly whipped. She was also warned that she would be crucified the next time.

She was undaunted, she had a thirst for freedom, and her previous failure didn't deter her. After careful planning and plotting, she put her master into a deep sleep using a potion she had learned from her grandmother, and once more ventured to escape her golden cage. She made an impressive distance, 3 mille passus, when the fugitivari caught up to her. That is when her nightmare began.

It was already evening when she was caught. According to the order, they were to bring her back alive so that they could crucify her publicly as a warning to all slaves who secretly sought to escape their bondage. The men decided to make camp where they found her, and, of course, have their fun with her. Lucille had the worst night. A whole eight-member team of fugitivari savagely raped her, some of them twice.

At first, Lucille screamed, cried, and defended herself. One by one they enjoyed her, mostly rudely and without any mercy, coming inside her or upon her every time. She lost count at the fifth man. She just laid there and offered no resistance. After the other three she fainted from exhaustion. She could no longer register in her memory how many times the men raped her again.

The next morning they set off. In the evening, the fugitivari returned to Rome. Lucille was taken to a cell, where she awaited her execution. There was no trial. She was guilty and her master decided her fate. He visited her that evening and grinned.

"You had a wonderful time, no? You lived in luxury and you didn't do any hard work. Why did you keep running? ”

"Because I wasn't free."

Her master sighed and left. Her nightmare was not over, however. As he left, he ordered all the men guarding the prison to use her for their pleasure. The next night that was repeated. More than 20 men raped her that night alone.

In the morning she received a decent meal, some meat, bread and some fruit. She needed to be strong before her execution. The prison commander arrived that day and read the verdict in a clear voice.

"Lucille, a slave girl being the property of Marcus Platus, is hereby sentenced to death by crucifixion, for the crime of attempting to steal the value of her masters slave labour."

The soldiers undressed her, leaving her in only a loincloth. They tied a patibulum to her arms and her wrists and, with constant flogging, led her out of the city. They led her to the place of crucifixion. Many people followed her along the way and verbally insulted her, hurling epithets at her as she marched her bloody feet along the cruel stone path.

When she reached the hill, she saw the other part of the cross and her knees shook. The guards untied the crossbar, stripped her naked, and gave her a drink from a flask. She knew what it was. A substance that causes one to temporarily become sluggish and not to feel pain. It was often used in crucifixion. Many slaves did not survive the moment of nailing to the cross, and this was to prevent it.

Lucille felt the nails hammered through her wrists into the patibulum she had brought. She screamed in pain, but she persevered and didn't faint. When they had finished, they lifted her to her feet and led her to the rest of her cross. They picked her up by the patibulum and began to lift it up. The moment her legs left the ground, she felt pain in her wrists again and her breathing became painfully laboured. In a moment, the crossbar was placed on top and nailed with a long nail. The guards grabbed her legs, placed her right foot over her left, spread her legs, and nailed her feet to the cross with one nail. Lucille was crucified.

Lucille was in unbelievable pain. In the wrists and feet. She was also having trouble breathing, but soon found that she could relieve herself a little by shifting her weight to her feet and then back onto her wrists. And so began her dance, up and down.

After a few hours, the sun rose above her head and she felt it begin to burn her skin. By noon, her skin was bright red, and the wounds on her wrists and feet were swarming with insects. As the sun reached it’s apex, her body betrayed her. She felt a sudden rise in heat in the lower abdomen and she violently came in the most exquisite and unexpected orgasm of her short life.

The last one of her life.

She felt sheer embarrassment and disgrace as the guards noticed and began to crudely remark about her sudden display of sexual pleasure.

When evening came she finally noticed crosses around her. There were dead slaves in various stages of decomposition. It reminded her of another component of the punishment she was being subjected to. Her body would be left on the cross and it will rot and fall down, whatever is left will be thrown into the compost. No funerary rites await her, no afterlife.

In the evening she received water, the guards soaked a sponge attached to a spear and put it to her mouth. She sucked as much water from the sponge as she could, and then begged the guards for more, but they didn’t bother, they just laughed at her pleas and went back to their game of dice.

The pain was so intense that she could not go to sleep. In a single turn of good fortune, the night was cool. She felt the cold air on her naked body. She knew that if it got colder, she might not live to see the morning.

And she began to pray for death. And the gods heard her. That night was cold, unseasonably so for that time of year. She felt her body stiffen and the pain slowly subside. Her vision darkened. With a silent prayer in her mind, her head fell to her chest and her heart stopped.

Lucille, the slave of Mr. Marcus Platus, had died.
 
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Ok that was brutal and terrifying and I loved it!

Maia’s ending reminds me of this picture by our good friend @Arcimboldo i hope he doesn’t mind me sharing it

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when I’m put in the cross, I’ll take some hot irons as well please!
Thanks and no problem.

If people like my stories and they make them happy, then I am glad.
 
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