loisinbondage
Condemned
I am new member that has lurked for a year. This is my first story. It is nearly all totally made up. 
Unfortunately I have no artistic skills to illustrate the story
I had to split into multiple parts as it is moe than 20,000 character long
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The events of this story take place during the rebellion against Rome in Gaul in the long hot summer of 29BC. Vorenus was a centurion in the expeditionary force sent against the tribes. Although he saw some action against the Treveri his cohort was allocated mostly to mopping up duties and dispensing Roman justice where necessary. And in Gaul at that time it was necessary everywhere! We don’t know if the innovation in crucifixion attributed to him was really Vorenus’s idea. More likely it came from an execution squad that was under him and he took credit for it.
We shall call it his idea because that is how history records it. His idea was to take the crude Crux Simplex, a simple upright pole to which the victim was secured, and develop it something that killed far more slowly and painfully and did so in a more aesthetically pleasing way than the more usual “T” shaped cross
The account we have is probably not the first time it was used to execute a rebel as the execution squad seem too assured in their job for it to have been their first time. The victim was a Gaulish maid named Una. She almost certainly wasn’t an active rebel but a refugee. But it was her bad luck to be caught fleeing in an area where any Gauls apprehended were to be executed.
The first Vorenus saw of Una was when she was brought by some soldiers to his tent. For a Gaul she was an attractive girl with cropped blond hair and a taut wiry frame. She had already been stripped of her clothes and was standing before him totally naked with her wrists bound tightly together behind her back. Her breasts were small but nicely formed. Her pubic hair was shaved in the Gaulish tradition. She had well-formed wide child-bearing hips and would have made a good breeding slave had that been her destiny. Vorenus thought she was 19 years old. She was babbling in some barbarian tongue that none of them understood. Probably something about her not being an enemy of Rome. On Vorenus’s nod, a soldier shut her up by striking her hard in the belly. It didn’t matter why she was there. She would be crucified today on the upright crux pole that was erected by their encampment.
Vorenus barked an order to fetch an execution squad. They might as well get it done now while the cohort wasn’t overly taxed. And his men could do with the entertainment
Scourging
The execution squad led Una to a tree with wide strong branches. As her back was turned to him Vorenus noted approvingly that her wrists has been crossed before being tied behind her back. They were already in the right position for nailing. A stout rope was tied to her bound wrists, the loose end thrown around a branch and she was jerked up dangling in free air. She shrieked as her shoulders suddenly bore all her weight rotating up so that her arms were almost vertical. Her ankles were tied to adjacent tree trunks giving perfect access to her inner thighs and crotch. Una was about 5 foot tall. Her feet were hanging only a few inches above the ground giving the men who would whip her a commanding position over her back.
Vorenus hoped they would not overdo the scourging. The last thing he wanted was for her to die too quickly through blood loss and tissue damage. But he knew better than to say anything as this was his most experienced execution squad. They would do a good job.
Two soldiers stood either side of Una, each with the traditional five braided whip with fragments of bone and metal weaved into it to rip the skin. Then they started, each one taking turns to lash Una’s back, buttocks and upper legs. Her back went red very quickly. She howled and bucked. Then it was over. Vorenus counted only 20 lashes. Better that than to overdo it. Her buttocks and back were ripped enough to given her an interesting time on the cross but the blood loss was acceptable. She would drink long of death. Una yelped in a grunt of horror as her shoulders twisted up and dislocated totally.
Crucifixion
It soon spread around the camp that a crucifixion was in progress. And any that did not hear it from a comrade would have known it from the cacophony of the lashes and agonised screams from Una. Before long Una had an audience of any soldier in the camp who wasn’t on patrol or on perimeter duty.
First things first, the chief executioner reset Una’s shoulders as in her present state it would impossible to nail her wrists to the rear of the crux pole. Then he grabbed a fistful of her blond hair and started walking and dragging her to the cross. The cross was just outside the wooded area of their encampment. In that position it and its victim could be seen easily by any passing Gaulish reconnaissance party. Also there would be no shade to comfort its victims as they hung from the cross during this hot summer. There was plenty of room there to erect new crosses as one was rarely enough.
Una saw the cross for the first time. It didn’t look like what she expected. It was just a pole about 6 feet high about 6 inches wide. There was no cross beam to secure her arms. But about half way up there was this thin vertical piece of wood hammered into a slot into the pole. Protruding like a strange nose from the face of the pole. On its upper edge it had blunt teeth cut into it. What was it for? The executioner lifted her up high enough so that her wrists - still bound behind her back - slipped behind the upright crux pole. Then he lowered her gently so that her crotch rested on the ‘nose’ It was only about 2 inches wide so it was immediately uncomfortable for Una to sit on. Its teeth cut into her crotch; all of her weight was now resting of a slender piece of wood between her legs. It was what the Romans called the ‘sedile’.
The smell of shit suddenly assaulted Una’s nose. She saw one of the execution squad bringing a bucket that stank of piss and shit. He reached into the bucket and brought out a long iron spike that was smeared with shit and leered at her. No they couldn’t possibly be about to violate her with that?
Vorenus admired the coordinated work of his men. Another of the squad crouched down below Una and pushed her left foot up to press against the side of the crux pole, holding it there with a vice like grip she couldn’t resist. Taking great care the soldier with the spike placed a small wooden washer over it, positioned the point of the spike over Una’s heel bone and then hit the head of the spike with a hammer. It took four heavy blows to drive the spike though Una’s heel and into the cross. With each blow Una shrieked like a maddened animal. Then they moved to her right foot and repeated the procedure nailing it place to the other side of the crux pole. Una had never known such pain. It started in her heels but surged up her legs and into her groin. From Una’s agonized reaction Vorenus noted that his squad has successfully nailed her through her sural nerves. The soiling of the spikes with excrement would mean that her wounds would turn septic quickly and hurt her even more
Una was now nailed in a crouching position. If she needed to relieve the mounting pain of the sedile then she would have raise herself by pushing down on her feet. Surely that would be impossible, especially as her wrists were uselessly bound behind her back behind the crux pole and had no leverage at all?
Vorenus knew the next part of the crucifixion was the trickiest. It involved driving a spike through both of Una’s wrists and into the back of the crux pole. Any mistake by the executioner and an artery could be severed and the victim would bleed out quickly – a denial of Roman justice that would bring shame to all involved!
The chief executioner stood on a stool behind the cross. He took Una’s bound wrists and pushed them steadily up the upright pole until they could move no more. This was of course extremely painful for Una as her recently dislocated shoulders were being forced again into a rigorous strappado. The motion also forced her lacerated back onto the rough wood of the cross. When he had taken them as far as he could he locked her wrists into place with another length of rope. Stepping down for a moment he retrieved an extra -long shit smeared spike from the bucket. He loosened the rope that bound her wrists together fine tuning the relative position of her wrists to ensure a clean passage of the spike through the median nerve in both limbs. Slipping a wooden washer onto the spike he carefully positioned its point touching Una’s wrists: one, two, three, four, five, six blows accompanied by howls from poor Una. He tapped the spike a little more but stopped to ensure that Una’s wrists could rotate around the axis of the spike. After he was sure he cut away the ropes so that only the spike held her crossed wrists to the cross. This motion would allow her to gain some relief from the sedile at the cost of excruciating agony in her arms and wrists.
Unfortunately I have no artistic skills to illustrate the story
I had to split into multiple parts as it is moe than 20,000 character long
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The events of this story take place during the rebellion against Rome in Gaul in the long hot summer of 29BC. Vorenus was a centurion in the expeditionary force sent against the tribes. Although he saw some action against the Treveri his cohort was allocated mostly to mopping up duties and dispensing Roman justice where necessary. And in Gaul at that time it was necessary everywhere! We don’t know if the innovation in crucifixion attributed to him was really Vorenus’s idea. More likely it came from an execution squad that was under him and he took credit for it.
We shall call it his idea because that is how history records it. His idea was to take the crude Crux Simplex, a simple upright pole to which the victim was secured, and develop it something that killed far more slowly and painfully and did so in a more aesthetically pleasing way than the more usual “T” shaped cross
The account we have is probably not the first time it was used to execute a rebel as the execution squad seem too assured in their job for it to have been their first time. The victim was a Gaulish maid named Una. She almost certainly wasn’t an active rebel but a refugee. But it was her bad luck to be caught fleeing in an area where any Gauls apprehended were to be executed.
The first Vorenus saw of Una was when she was brought by some soldiers to his tent. For a Gaul she was an attractive girl with cropped blond hair and a taut wiry frame. She had already been stripped of her clothes and was standing before him totally naked with her wrists bound tightly together behind her back. Her breasts were small but nicely formed. Her pubic hair was shaved in the Gaulish tradition. She had well-formed wide child-bearing hips and would have made a good breeding slave had that been her destiny. Vorenus thought she was 19 years old. She was babbling in some barbarian tongue that none of them understood. Probably something about her not being an enemy of Rome. On Vorenus’s nod, a soldier shut her up by striking her hard in the belly. It didn’t matter why she was there. She would be crucified today on the upright crux pole that was erected by their encampment.
Vorenus barked an order to fetch an execution squad. They might as well get it done now while the cohort wasn’t overly taxed. And his men could do with the entertainment
Scourging
The execution squad led Una to a tree with wide strong branches. As her back was turned to him Vorenus noted approvingly that her wrists has been crossed before being tied behind her back. They were already in the right position for nailing. A stout rope was tied to her bound wrists, the loose end thrown around a branch and she was jerked up dangling in free air. She shrieked as her shoulders suddenly bore all her weight rotating up so that her arms were almost vertical. Her ankles were tied to adjacent tree trunks giving perfect access to her inner thighs and crotch. Una was about 5 foot tall. Her feet were hanging only a few inches above the ground giving the men who would whip her a commanding position over her back.
Vorenus hoped they would not overdo the scourging. The last thing he wanted was for her to die too quickly through blood loss and tissue damage. But he knew better than to say anything as this was his most experienced execution squad. They would do a good job.
Two soldiers stood either side of Una, each with the traditional five braided whip with fragments of bone and metal weaved into it to rip the skin. Then they started, each one taking turns to lash Una’s back, buttocks and upper legs. Her back went red very quickly. She howled and bucked. Then it was over. Vorenus counted only 20 lashes. Better that than to overdo it. Her buttocks and back were ripped enough to given her an interesting time on the cross but the blood loss was acceptable. She would drink long of death. Una yelped in a grunt of horror as her shoulders twisted up and dislocated totally.
Crucifixion
It soon spread around the camp that a crucifixion was in progress. And any that did not hear it from a comrade would have known it from the cacophony of the lashes and agonised screams from Una. Before long Una had an audience of any soldier in the camp who wasn’t on patrol or on perimeter duty.
First things first, the chief executioner reset Una’s shoulders as in her present state it would impossible to nail her wrists to the rear of the crux pole. Then he grabbed a fistful of her blond hair and started walking and dragging her to the cross. The cross was just outside the wooded area of their encampment. In that position it and its victim could be seen easily by any passing Gaulish reconnaissance party. Also there would be no shade to comfort its victims as they hung from the cross during this hot summer. There was plenty of room there to erect new crosses as one was rarely enough.
Una saw the cross for the first time. It didn’t look like what she expected. It was just a pole about 6 feet high about 6 inches wide. There was no cross beam to secure her arms. But about half way up there was this thin vertical piece of wood hammered into a slot into the pole. Protruding like a strange nose from the face of the pole. On its upper edge it had blunt teeth cut into it. What was it for? The executioner lifted her up high enough so that her wrists - still bound behind her back - slipped behind the upright crux pole. Then he lowered her gently so that her crotch rested on the ‘nose’ It was only about 2 inches wide so it was immediately uncomfortable for Una to sit on. Its teeth cut into her crotch; all of her weight was now resting of a slender piece of wood between her legs. It was what the Romans called the ‘sedile’.
The smell of shit suddenly assaulted Una’s nose. She saw one of the execution squad bringing a bucket that stank of piss and shit. He reached into the bucket and brought out a long iron spike that was smeared with shit and leered at her. No they couldn’t possibly be about to violate her with that?
Vorenus admired the coordinated work of his men. Another of the squad crouched down below Una and pushed her left foot up to press against the side of the crux pole, holding it there with a vice like grip she couldn’t resist. Taking great care the soldier with the spike placed a small wooden washer over it, positioned the point of the spike over Una’s heel bone and then hit the head of the spike with a hammer. It took four heavy blows to drive the spike though Una’s heel and into the cross. With each blow Una shrieked like a maddened animal. Then they moved to her right foot and repeated the procedure nailing it place to the other side of the crux pole. Una had never known such pain. It started in her heels but surged up her legs and into her groin. From Una’s agonized reaction Vorenus noted that his squad has successfully nailed her through her sural nerves. The soiling of the spikes with excrement would mean that her wounds would turn septic quickly and hurt her even more
Una was now nailed in a crouching position. If she needed to relieve the mounting pain of the sedile then she would have raise herself by pushing down on her feet. Surely that would be impossible, especially as her wrists were uselessly bound behind her back behind the crux pole and had no leverage at all?
Vorenus knew the next part of the crucifixion was the trickiest. It involved driving a spike through both of Una’s wrists and into the back of the crux pole. Any mistake by the executioner and an artery could be severed and the victim would bleed out quickly – a denial of Roman justice that would bring shame to all involved!
The chief executioner stood on a stool behind the cross. He took Una’s bound wrists and pushed them steadily up the upright pole until they could move no more. This was of course extremely painful for Una as her recently dislocated shoulders were being forced again into a rigorous strappado. The motion also forced her lacerated back onto the rough wood of the cross. When he had taken them as far as he could he locked her wrists into place with another length of rope. Stepping down for a moment he retrieved an extra -long shit smeared spike from the bucket. He loosened the rope that bound her wrists together fine tuning the relative position of her wrists to ensure a clean passage of the spike through the median nerve in both limbs. Slipping a wooden washer onto the spike he carefully positioned its point touching Una’s wrists: one, two, three, four, five, six blows accompanied by howls from poor Una. He tapped the spike a little more but stopped to ensure that Una’s wrists could rotate around the axis of the spike. After he was sure he cut away the ropes so that only the spike held her crossed wrists to the cross. This motion would allow her to gain some relief from the sedile at the cost of excruciating agony in her arms and wrists.
