The happy couple had been standing in a villa in their finest clothes, preparing to exchange vows, when the Roman soldiers invaded the town.
The soldiers came in quickly, storming the small garrison of local soldiers and killing most of the inhabitants. Word reached the small wedding that the invasion had reached their town.
The attendees scattered, running back to their homes or simply hiding.
It didn't matter. It was too late. The soldiers had reached the town center and were rounding up all the males of fighting age. It was over almost before anyone realized it had begun. A few of the men had put up a weak resistance, and these were carted off in chains, if they hadn't already been run through with swords.
The sun was unforgiving that day, and Justus felt bits of sweat gathering and trickling down his body inside the heavy armor he wore as he and the other members of his troupe marched through the small town of Tolosa. In the center of their small group was a single prisoner, a man that was stripped to the waist and being pulled along in chains.
They had conquered the town remarkably quickly. There had been small pockets of resistance, easily overcome. Some prisoners had been taken and as with most newly conquered towns, examples were to be made.
The small group of roman soldiers arrived at the villa being used as a temporary prison, depositing their prisoner there. He joined about twenty other townsfolk that had been arrested for being part of the resistance effort, or for other crimes.
"That's the last of them, Centurion," said Justus, wiping his forehead of sweat.
"Time to choose the examples. Who wants to pick the victims?" The Centurion barked at the twenty or so men that were in the villa at the moment.
At twenty year old Justus was one of the younger men in the centuria, but had fought hard and was gaining respect. When his commander barked out the request, his heart started pounding. He had thought about this a lot since the last town they had occupied six months prior, and he knew what he wanted.
"I will," he spoke up. He stood.
"Justus. Huh, OK, pick one."
Justus walked over to the room in the center of the villa and looked in at the prisoners packed in like fish in an overstocked pond. "That one," he said, pointing at a young girl. Sabina
The girl had caught his eye the day before when she had been captured trying to stab one of the soldiers. She had actually drawn blood, though the man would survive with a scar.
She was young; still a teenager most likely, with long brown soft hair, a cute face, and a slim body. Justus had secretly fondled himself the night before, thinking of the young woman.
When she was arrested she had been wearing nice clothing, but they had been ripped off when she was captured and thrown in chains. She now wore only the bottom half of a common shift. Her substantial female charms were exposed and had provided Justus with images and thoughts as he lay stroking himself.
He had not brought himself to climax while dreaming this the night before, because he was billeted with ten other soldiers in a single room. No privacy. His frustration at not allowing himself to reach climax had simply increased his arousal and desire.
Now that the opportunity had suddenly presented itself, he knew instantly what he wanted.
This girl would be stripped, raped, flogged, and nailed to a wooden cross and allowed to die slowly, in agony, as an example to all her fellow townspeople. He could feel his cock hardening even now, in anticipation. He was glad for the bits of armor that covered his groin.
The Centurion looked at the girl and then at Justus with curiosity.
"Well, my young Justus. You may just have some depth I had not seen before. Bit of a cruel streak, eh? Very well. This afternoon, right after mid-day meal." The Centurion turned and stumped off to deal with some other trivial matter.
He determined the girl's name as Sabina, though none of the other soldiers cared.
Sabina had seen the soldiers looking at her and talking, but had no idea what was being said. It was not good, she figured, no way. She thought that most likely she was going to be sold as a slave. Romans did that, especially with good looking young girls. They had put a sign around her neck, a humiliation though she could not read it.
Sabina cried a bit, thinking of her lover Philo, the strong young man she had been meant to marry. In fact, they had been in the ceremony with the guests when the soldiers had come in and rounded everyone up, killing those that resisted.
Philo was the strongest, best looking man in the town, a real catch. Her girlfriends had been jealous, but the Romans had taken him before the ceremony was complete. He had resisted along with a couple of other guests, though most had run away.
She couldn't allow the soldiers to take her love away. In trying to save him she had attacked them with a knife and been taken herself. So now they were both prisoners. She had no idea if she would ever see him again, or whether they would ever consummate their vows.
All the Roman soldiers had gone off into the courtyard and were eating. Apparently the prisoners were not to be fed, or at least not then. She hoped they would feed her soon. She felt weak from hunger.
When the meal in the courtyard was over, the troupe of soldiers went in various directions, many heading to the back of the villa where the men were being held. Sabina craned her neck to try and catch a glimpse of her lover, but was unable to see anything.
But she heard something. Shouts, followed by a sort of cracking or slapping sound. She had never heard it before but... there were cries. It sounded like her betrothed Philo, and they were cries of pain. Sabina stood and moved toward the screams but the butt of a spear knocked her down onto the stone floor.
"You'll have plenty of time to see what's going on when it happens to you."
"What do you mean? That sounds like my husband, my betrothed. We were getting married and you took him! What is going to happen?"
The guard just laughed, then said roughly, "Ah, a bride! A new bride, and you interrupted them! She is a virgin!"
"Well, you may never consummate your marriage, but you will not die a virgin," Justus had just arrived and was looking at Sabina with lust. Sabina felt dirty when he looked at her. She flushed and turned away.
"She's a virgin, tonight was to be her wedding night. That guy they are nailing now." said the big guard.
"Not a virgin for long," said the smaller one and before she realized what was happening the soldier called Justus had grabbed her, placed a knife under her cloth shift, and yanked the knife upward, cutting the shift in half as it went. Sabina screamed and tried to run but tripped on her leg chains and fell on the stones, letting out an "oof" as she hit.
Justus was on top of the girl in no time, grabbing her shift and ripping it apart further, exposing more and more of her naked body. Sabina was face down on the ground and tried to fight back, but Justus, in spite of being a smaller soldier, was much more powerful than the small girl and was on top of her in a moment, overwhelming her easily.
Sabina screamed and sobbed as the soldier grabbed her hair, pushing her head back down to the ground. He was on his knees behind her, legs planted between her thighs, which forced them apart. The girl writhed beneath him, but got nowhere.
One hand holding her hair, Justus used his other to rip and pull her shift off of her waist and buttocks. Her pussy was exposed, dusty and dry, but with her legs forced open it whispered to him to enter, invited him to penetrate. This whispering went directly to Justus' cock, which was hard and waiting to be released.
Philo was hanging from a post, unable to stand. Stripes of blood covered his body where the whip had shredded his flesh. As wounded as he was, he was conscious and slowly raised his head and saw Sabina there, her robes shredded, torn and ripped away as a young roman soldier lay on top of her and forced her legs apart.
The girl reached out one hand as if to reach for her man just as Justus' cock rammed home into her dry, uncooperative cunt. Sabina's body lurched and jerked with the driving pressure of his cock as he lay on top of her in the dust. As Justus pushed hard, trying to get inside, the girl cried out in pain.
The flogged man looked at her in pain and struggled briefly as he observed some stranger taking his love's virginity from her. As he watched in despair, several soldiers cut him down from the whipping post. His strength exhausted, he fell and was dragged a few feet away.
The girl Sabina clearly was in pain from Justus's hard fleshy protrusion penetrating her as he grunted with his thrusts. It hurt, the way he pounded into her and she cried, tears flowing and mixing with the dirt on her face. Justus drove deeper and began to move in and out, feeling the tightness of flesh gripping his cock, but the girl's attention appeared drawn to where her lover had been taken.
He had been dragged a few feet to where some wood beams lay on the ground and lay next to them. Soldiers roughly jerked his arms up to a wooden beam and held them there.
At first Sabina had no idea what was happening until the sound of the hammer hitting metal echoed and mixed with the sound of her boyfriend's screams. His body jerked as the hammer came down, and screams were renewed. Sabina watched in horror as her boyfriend was nailed to a large wooden beam.
All this happened as Sabina's cunt was being penetrated deeply, all the way to Justus' balls, which slapped against her cunt and clit. Justus had grabbed her hips and lifted them up slightly so he could control the thrusts and get deeper. His cock had stretched her hole wide, verging on splitting the flesh and causing her to bleed.
The young girl lay limp, body jerked and under the control of the roman soldier, as she covered her eyes and covered her eyes and ears in an apparent attempt to stop hearing the screams as her betrothed had his feet nailed to another wooden beam.
In the silence that followed Sabina opened her eyes. Her boyfriend lay still on the wooden beams, his knees pushed up, as his legs were forced into a bent position. Soldiers were walking around him, preparing something.
Justus felt the tight cunt flesh of the peasant girl squeeze his cock. It felt so good to fuck her. As good as he had imagined the night before. Her struggles had been fun at the beginning, but as she gave up and simply took it, he was able to lift her and position her to get all the way in, as deep as he could. He could feel his cock was ramming into her cervix and displacing her inner organs at each thrust and he tried, strained, to make his cock harder and go deeper.
Knowing he would be taking this girl and driving nails into her, raising her up to hang on the cross and then watching her suffer publicly, just made him want to ejaculate inside her even more. He grunted and moaned and heard her grunt and cry, and it brought him to a climax.
When it came he buried himself deep and let loose all that he had. Semen flooded out and filled the girl's sex cavity.
Just as the soldier grunted and moaned his way to spewing body fluid inside of her, Sabina watched other soldiers raising her love up into the air and insert his cross into a hole in the ground. He screamed once again when the wooden frame entered the hole with a thump, and his body jerked forward but was held in place by the nails in his wrists and feet.
Justus heard and felt the girl when cried out at seeing her betrothed hung up and displayed.
She was temporarily distracted by the soldier inside her body grabbing her hips and ramming home one last time. She could actually feel the pulsing of his cock as he filled her up, and then relaxing his hold as he finished.
Justus slipped out of her and she sank back down onto the dusty ground, still staring at where her former love was hanging, naked, nailed to wooden beams. Villagers from her town were actually gathering to look at him from a respectful distance. Sabina didn't understand. He was dying... why didn't they do something? Why did they just stand there and watch?
Justus stood and wiped his cock clean, returning it to the folds of his uniform. The mostly naked body of the cute girl lay before him, staring into the distance. Her legs were still spread and he could see a bit of his body fluid oozing out of the crack between her legs.
He let her lay there and marched back into the villa. He grabbed a flagon of wine and poured some into a mug.
"How was she?" Asked his centurion, who had watched the rape from inside the villa.
"Tight. Nice. Thank you," Said Justus.
"Great, let's get to putting her to death then, shall we?" The centurion said, standing and heading out.
Justus finished drinking his wine, looking outside at the naked form of the girl on the ground outside. Sabina appeared completely broken, laying still and not attempting to run. Of course, she was chained which would have slowed her down tremendously, so there was no point.
He wanted to nail her to a cross immediately. He wanted to see her hanging in front of him. But the process demanded that she be flogged first.
Justus and another soldier dragged the broken girl to the whipping post and tied her up. Once this was done, Justus was happy Sabina would be put through the whipping. Her body was completely naked now and arms and legs stretched out tight, tied to the two posts on either side of her. She sagged a bit, not because of exhaustion but out of the lack of spirit.
The remaining rags of Sabina's shift were pulled away, exposing her body completely. She was completely naked now.
The whipping brought out a new set of reactions from the poor peasant girl. The stinging slice of the whip evoked screams. Her body stiffened and struggled against the bonds that held her to the whipping posts. Her entire body was stretched and exposed, waiting for the kiss of the whip.
And the whip found every bit of flesh on Sabina's body. Her waist and torso were first, followed by back and chest. Blood stripes formed on her breasts as they jiggled from the whip impacts and her struggles. Then the leather reached down to her legs, around the thighs, wrapping around two, three times with the tip striking with extra force, tearing holes in the girl's smooth flesh.
The hot day, mixed with the pain of the whipping was making Sabina sweat profusely. Her body was shiny wet, and each stroke of the whip caused a fine wet mist to explode into the air. Her dirty hair stuck to her shoulders and breasts.
To the side, Philo hung from his cross and was able to see his beloved tortured. He cried out in agony and frustration, unable to move or do anything to help his almost-wife.
After a half hour of flogging in which Sabina's smooth flesh was striped with red cuts and trickling blood, she was cut down and allowed to drop to the ground in a heap.
The centurion ordered a cross brought over and positioned next to a hole, not far from where Philo had been raised up. No one knew (or cared) that the male was in fact this girl's betrothed.
"You should do the honors, since she's your choice," grunted the centurion, handing the large mallet and some large spikes to Justus.
Justus stood over the girl as she slowly tried to pull herself to her feet. Now the shapeless sack which had covered her body was gone, the sensuality of her firm body was fully exposed. The girl was truly beautiful.
Justus took the butt of his spear and whacked the girl in the chest with it, sending her sailing backward.
"Stay down. Time to be nailed."
She screamed out in terror and struggled.
Three men held the poor naked girl down, keeping her from struggling away. Her naked hips bucked like an unbroken horse, her legs flailed about like a drowning swimmer. Only her upper body, her shoulders and arms stayed still because they were held in place by the soldiers.
Justus took her right arm in hand and positioned it above the wood beam, forcing the wrist around so it was palm up as he had seen other soldiers do. Once it was in place he took a spike and positioned it against the girl's wrist. He stopped for a moment, thinking about the smooth white skin where it contrasted with the dark metal. As soon as he swung the mallet, it would drive inside, causing horrendous pain and damage.
The wrist seemed so small, so delicate. The spike he held was huge in comparison.
The girl had stopped thrashing for a moment and was simply sobbing, crying and pleading. "No.. no, please... no... please no... "
Justus looked at the girl's face. He was reminded of just how beautiful this young thing was. She had been a delight to penetrate, and luscious to feel surrounding his cock. And now she was begging him for mercy.
The mallet swung down as hard as he could make it fall, slamming into the spike and driving it all the way through the girl's wrist. She screamed, a blood curdling scream of agony and her face changed from a mask of desperation to a mask of agony.
Justus slammed the mallet down twice more, feeling the hard wood underneath as the point sunk home in the beam. There was remarkably little blood from where the girl's white flesh puckered a little from the pressure of the spike. Her hand stopped moving, the fingers curling slightly into a claw.
The soldier that was helping to hold Sabina's right arm down rose with Justus. That arm was secured and would go nowhere. Time to focus on the left arm.
Sabina's breasts were heaving up and down with her sobbing, eyes staring wildly as her mind tried to comprehend the excruciating pain that was ripping through her right arm. Her stomach pumped up and down from her panting, her hips had begun to writhe again, exposing her moistened cunt.
Justus took time to slide his hands across the naked girl's breasts and stomach. He wished he could have had more time with her. She was young, nubile, lovely.
The left arm was ready for him with he arrived at the other end of the beam. How delicate her wrist was, how small and white. What a lovely thing to ruin so utterly with a spike. Her fingers were flexing into a fist and then opening as she struggled; but her arm was held in place by another soldier.
Grabbing her hand and forcing it to be still Justus positions the spike just right. The girl's screams became louder as she felt the point of the spike.
He hesitated just for a moment before bringing the mallet down, hard. This time he was more aware of the soft crunch that the spike made when it drove through the girl's wrist; the feeling of resistance he got from the mallet-- not hard like wood, firm but soft. Flesh, tendon, bone.
Subsequent strikes of the mallet were harder-- the spike was penetrating wood. It only took a few more strikes to drive the nail all the way until the head pressed against the girl's flesh.
Once the nail was in place, all the soldiers released their hold on the girl and stepped back. She wasn't going anywhere, and any struggles would just prove to increase her suffering. A leather bota bag of wine was passed around, and the men drank as the girl sobbed and twisted on the wooden beam.
"Now is the time for anyone else that want's a piece of her, before her feet are nailed!" Called out the Centurion.
An older soldier named Lucretius stepped forward. He was ugly, incompetent and barely pulled his own weight during battles. "I ain't had none in a long time and she's ripe," he grunted.
The soldiers laughed. "She's been lubed for you by Justus!"
Lucretius fell to his knees in front of the girl and wormed his way in between her legs. It took a little while to get his cock hard and Sabrina looked at him in horror. The pain in her arms had become dull and she was more aware of what was happening. When the ugly creature's cock entered her easily, she turned her head away and closed her eyes.
Lucretius came almost immediately. After a few thrusts he put his hands on the girl's breasts, squeezed as hard as he could, and moaned. At the last moment he pulled out and moved to her face, stroking himself until his semen spurted all over Sabina's face. Some got into her eyes, some up her nose. She shook her head in disgust but this served simply to spread the semen a bit wider on her flesh.
There was nothing she could do. Her wrists were nailed to the cross and she would never again be able to do anything except hang on display.
"That's it! Nail her feet!" said the Centurion. Justus moved in and grabbed Sabina's feet, raising them slightly to bend her knees, and crossing them over one another. A single spike was positioned over the top of her foot and driven in.
This time Justus could feel the crunching and breaking of bones as the spike crushed and rammed through the flesh. Once it was driven all the way through into the wood he stood back and watched the rest of the process.
The final step of the crucifixion was in some ways the most important. Placing the victim on display. Raising them up to be seen by all. Every bit of their body exposed as the agony of slow death came over them. There were about 100 villagers that had gathered to watch the crucifixions, mostly men. There would be more later, after the crucified had hung for a while.
The cross with Sabina nailed to it was lifted up, her naked form becoming visible to more and more people as it rose. She was stationary on it, the nails kept her from moving about. Until the cross reached the upright position and sank into the hole, that is.
At that point, at the point of being raised to upright, Sabina's body sank down suddenly, her body weight jerking against the nails in her wrists. The scream that ensued could be heard all the way back into the town.
The cross suddenly sank deep into the hole dug for it earlier, jerking Sabina's body down once again. This time she screamed again and urine splattered from between her spread legs. The pain had been so great she lost body control. The crowd surrounding her gasped and pulled back, shocked at the sight.
After the stream of urine subsided and the screams diminished to crying gasps for air, the crowd returned, observing the poor girl's agony. Her body was hanging out, slightly away from the cross; the wooden beams had tilted very slightly forward, causing Sabina's body to hang away from the cross.
The semen on her face dried quickly in the hot sun and became crusty. The semen in her cunt slowly drained and dried on her inner thighs. Flies buzzed around both, eager for the sweaty fluid.
The two victims were hanging on crosses next to each other, the angle such that they could observe one another. Sabina looked over and saw her young man, her lover and betrothed, hanging just as she was. He was gasping, drawing breath but clearly in agonizing pain.
Justus stood between the two victims. His cock remembered what delight this girl's body had given him. He wondered if this man's cock had ever been inside, but he thought not. The rumors had been true, this girl had been a virgin when he took her.
It seemed a shame that this suspended man would never feel the inside of his woman's body.
The two victims hung there. Justus enjoyed the sight for a while, seeing two bodies on display, in obvious agony, crying and panting, trying to cope and endure, their minds slowly yielding to the insane pain.
And then the townspeople. Such odd behavior, that so many would come to see the young man and woman. Trying to get close. Trying to grasp and observe all their humiliation and pain in intricate detail.
Justus himself was looking at how the girl's muscles moved under her flesh. Her skin was stretched tight because she was hanging from her arms, and the bones of her ribs were visible. The lines of her muscles were also visible, stretched and occasionally jerking as her body tried to cope with the pain of hanging there. He drew close and observed his own body fluid where it had drained from the girl, drying on her legs.
Sabina's face was a mask of pain, a grimace on her face, drool coming from her mouth, snot draining from her nose, flies landing on her face to feed. She was grunting, no longer crying or screaming, merely grunting. Her head hung forward, her hair scraggly and hanging on either side of her face.
It was getting boring. Justus left. He had rounds to do around the village and would come visit his girl sometime in the evening. It was unlikely she would die that quickly.
It was late that night when Justus finally was able to return. He hoped his girl had not died yet. He wanted to observed her suffering once more, to capture it in his mind.
"Are they still suffering?" Justus asked the lone guard. Torches were set up around the site, illuminating the condemned victims.
"Yeah. The guy there was screaming a little while ago, I guess one of the spikes cut through and broke one of the bones in his wrist, but he's settled down. The girl seems to be holding up well. She might last a few days."
Justus observed the two for a bit, then turned to the guard and gave him a denarius. "Let me watch them a while. Go get some wine. Take a nap. I will stand guard."
The guard didn't need encouragement. He took the coin and headed back to the villa.
Justus stood back and observed the male and female bodies hanging nailed to wooden frames before him. Neither seemed very aware of his presence, they were half conscious, swathed in pain that prevented them from sleeping, but still exhausted beyond belief.
His cock was hard and he reached under his roman soldier's uniform to touch himself. Stroking idly, he walked over to the boy. He was hanging a few feet higher, so his chest was at Justus' eye level. He saw Justus and croaked something.
"What's that?" Justus asked.
"Water..." the croak came.
"Oh. Water. No, you don't get water. You shouldn't want water, it will only prolong your suffering. But no, you are being executed, and aren't allowed water. You may die of thirst, actually."
The boy let out a sob, but there were no tears.
Justus reached out and touched the boy's genitals. So soft, the fleshy protrusion between the boy's legs was there, available, ready for touching and playing. There was nothing the boy could do about it-- he was hanging from the cross.
"Are you a virgin?" Justus asked the boy. There was no answer, so Justus grabbed the boy's exposed testicles and squeezed. "Are you a virgin!?"
Philo spit out the word, "yes!" and then looked over at Sabina, hanging naked a few feet away from him.
"Oh.... I see. This one. You wanted her. Instead I took her and you are left dying without ever having been inside a woman. You poor man."
Justus looked around and pointed at a merchant from the village who had come to watch, to gawk at the suffering victims.
"You! Come here!"
The man shuffled over, a terrified look on his face.
"Suck him. Give him pleasure!" Justus demanded, pointing at the crucified boy's cock dangling before them.
"No.. no! I can not!" The merchant backed away.
"Of course you can," Justus said. He grabbed the merchant and ripped his toga off, exposing a lean body underneath. He kicked the man, his boot striking the man on the back, knocking him down before the cross.
He screamed and rose, trying to get up.
Two more hard kicks of Justus' boot knocked the merchant down at the nailed feet of the victim. When he was finally allowed to get up, he took the crucified man's cock and placed it in his mouth. He began sucking.
"Oho! Our dear assistant here has some experience at this. Look, the cock is hard already!"
The crucified man sobbed, a few real tears squeezing out and down his face. He was humiliated, there were perhaps 20 villagers around, people he knew. His sister was in the back, looking horrified at how he was being degraded.
And he hated the fact that his cock had become hard in front of all these people, and that a man had done it.
He had never been inside a woman, his betrothed hung naked beside him watching this older man sucking his hardened cock, and there was nothing he could do about it.
"Play with his balls," cried one of the soldiers. Justus cracked his whip and the merchant reached to the testicles hanging down and began to roll then about in his hand as he continued moving his head back and forth.
There came an especially loud moan and the merchant pulled back instinctively. Semen began to ooze from the crucified man's erect cock. The merchant had stopped when he sensed the man was going to ejaculate and had withdrawn, removing the ongoing stimulation.
He had ruined the crucified man's last orgasm. The ultimate humiliation and insult. Bits of white fluid drained slowly from the head of the erect cock, sliding down the shaft and onto the distended scrotum.
"Delightful!" Justus returned to the man, taking his cock in hand and examining it. "You must thank me for giving me you pleasure while you die."
The man gathered enough strength to swear at Justus. "May you die a thousand deaths in the bowels of Gehemoth."
"Oh! He has some strength in him. Well, I think we can not let this pass. I think perhaps we need to allow you and your betrothed here a wedding night. She's a virgin too... well, she was until I fucked her earlier."
Justus laughed then removed a small sharpened dagger from his belt. "I hope this doesn't help you die faster, but it probably will. Still, it is worth it."
He grabbed the cock and balls of the crucified man and stretched them out and away from the body. The sharp dagger blade went to the base of the cock and Justus began sawing at the flesh. This action caused a round of renewed screaming. The crucified man struggled, but his feet and wrists were nailed and he was going nowhere. The crowd gasped as the soldier continued sawing off the man's genitals.
It took a little while, for even though the knife was sharp, there was a bit of flesh to cut through. He didn't stop at the cock, but kept cutting deeply into the crotch, removing the scrotum at its base. Eventually he was done, and held up the man's cock and balls in the air.
"Shall we see if we can impregnate his bride? It is his wedding night!"
A few of the soldiers laughed, the townspeople watching stood in horror as Justus walked a couple of paces to where Sabina hung, arms outstretched, on her own cross.
Justus reached between Sabinba's legs and spread her cunt lips. She was still lubricated and juicy from the earlier rapes, with some semen dribbled on her leg. He took the severed penis and rubbed it on the glob of semen on her inner thigh then pushed it up inside the woman's cunt.
Of course, the cock was no longer hard; it did retain some of its size though so insertion into the cunt's vagina did not come easily. The crucified man's semen remained smeared on his detached cock, mixed with Justus' semen and helped the phallus slid in.
Justus pushed it in all the way to the scrotum. Sabina's vaginal lips spread wide to accommodate her betrothed's cock.
"There! Now you have consummated your marriage!" Justus said to the young woman.
She looked down in horror, her cunt now filled with her betrothed several genital.
Tears flowed down her cheeks, and she sobbed in pain that went beyond the agony of the cross. She bucked her hips, trying to dislodge the horror that had been inserted into her, but it was too far in.
The centurion had been observing all of this from a few yards away. He was half drunk, having imbibed in some of the wedding wine they had captured the day before. One hand was under his uniform, stroking himself as he concentrated on the suffering of the pretty young girl on the cross.
Justus' antics struck him as extreme, but he did nothing to stop it. Maybe he'd assign some extra guard duty to the boy, just to get him back in line. For now... he had to admit it was a fun show.
Philo was dead by morning, the damage to his crotch causing him to bleed out and die. His body hung where Sabina could see him, up close. He no longer breathed, no longer moved, not even in pain.
Sabina tried to cry but couldn't. She no longer had the strength or the fluid. She had sweated most of it out the day before.
After sunrise, about 40 or 50 of the town's residents had come out to observe her. Her sister came and stood below her, staring up at the corruption between Sabina's legs. She shook her head and left a few minutes later.
Sabina heard crying and laughter in the audience below her. Some were shocked by her suffering. Others were enjoying it.
Around noon the sun had become so hot she would have sweat heavily, had there been fluid left in her, but there was none. She twisted around on the cross some. The pain in her wrists had become a dull ache, her hands were numb. She figured her hands were dead and the corruption was working its way down her arms.
The world tilted and rolled. She felt like she was upside down for a while, but then someone splashed water in her face and she opened her eyes-- she was still hanging there. The water wasn't enough to drink-- she tried to get some with her tongue, but only got a drop or two. Not even enough to wet her entire tongue.
The young soldier that had crucified her earlier came by and stared at her.
"You are truly beautiful," Justus said, looking up at the perfect body hanging from the wooden frame.
He reached up between her legs, grabbed the decaying genitals of her dead lover, and shoved them in and out a few times.
Sabina didn't react. She was too weak.
The cock and balls remained jammed into her cunt, and were there when her heart stopped beating an hour later.
Philo and Sabina were left up on the crosses for a week for all to see. Their bodies changed from the beautiful young betrothed couple that everyone envied to bloated carcasses that had been picked apart by birds.
No one looked at them any more.
When Sabina was finally brought down and buried by the soldiers, she was buried with her lover's cock and balls still in her crotch.