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THE CRUCIFIXION OF ANNIA
The First Day
Annia could not stop trembling. She could hear the soldiers approachingthe locked door to the room where she sat huddled in the arms of her supervisor,Tertia. The older woman, head mistress of the household slaves, tried to comforther, stroking her head, gently hushing her, suppressing her own fear in theface of the unfolding disaster.
"What will they do with us?" the frightened girl kept asking.
But she already knew the dreadful answer. Even as news reached her thather Master had been murdered by a slave boy, the house had been erupting withwails of despair. The older slaves who knew the law wasted no time spreadingthe word that they were all doomed. Those slaves had witnessed the terribleconsequences for such a crime sixteen years before when Annia was still sucklingat her mother's breast. Every slave in the region, including Annia's mother,had been forced every day for seven days to walk past the dozens of dead anddying slaves hanging from crucifixes all around the perimeter of the farm theyhad worked. They were forced to see what happens when one witless and angryslave murders his owner, how it affects every last slave of the deceased.
In this case, the family had moved fast to contain the rising panic andprevent escapes. By the time a contingent of soldiers had arrived from thenearby barracks, all but a few of the field hands had been herded into oneof the barns with the doors bolted shut. Likewise, the household slaves hadbeen crowded into two storage rooms of the main house — males in one,females and small children in the other — and locked up for safekeeping.
The few who escaped had run off as their Master was bleeding to death, includingTullipor, the wretched young hothead who had wielded the pitchfork. But wherewould they run? No slave in the region would dare give them shelter and certainlyno free person would show them any mercy. They would soon be caught and draggedback to a fate even worse than that which awaited Annia and all the other slaves.Roman soldiers were extremely talented at conducting punitive executions, andthe law specifically demanded they lavish their most terrible skills on waywardslaves.
The reason, of course, was that over the centuries Rome had engorged itselfwith slaves torn from the peoples it had subdued all over the known world,from Britannica to Persia to Africa. And since the children of slaves werealso slaves, by now fully one third of Rome's population was slave. The dangerwas obvious, so the Senate had passed laws which deliberately ignored individualinnocence in order to achieve the strongest deterrence against even the tiniestslave uprising. Obviously, the worst possibility was that a slave might strikeout at his owner, so that particular crime merited the most brutal possiblepunishment, the very punishment which was about to be imposed on the humanproperty of the slain Marcus Tullius Fortunatus.
He had been killed in mid morning. Before a quarter of an hour had passed,one of his sons had ridden off to alert the local authorities while the restof the family began rounding up the slaves. By midday nearly a hundred soldiersfrom the nearby barracks had descended upon the late land-owner's estate toinvestigate and take charge. It didn't take long to learn the identity of theguilty party and dispatch a squadron of soldiers to hunt him down, along withthe other fugitives. Another officer was sent to the nearest prosecutor toapply for an official verdict of murder. Since the murderer was a slave, notrial was required. By late afternoon a judge had delivered an ad hoc orderto crucify every slave belonging to the victim, and to do it as publicallyand quickly as possible, according to law.
All this time the slaves had remained boxed up in the barn and the two roomsof the house. The tension and anxiety were extreme. Communal pots were providedfrom which they could scoop water, but they were given no food. As the hoursdragged by, the air in Annia's room became foul from the overflowing wastebucket behind the curtain in the corner. No one came to empty it. The roomwas windowless and little light seeped through the cracks around the bolteddoor, so other than knowing it was still daylight there was no way to tellhow many hours had passed.
Then came the dreaded tramp of soldiers' feet.
The bolt was slammed aside and the door thrown open. Five burly soldiersstood outside the doorway. At the sight before them, all five broke into smiles.What luck! Most of the slaves on this estate, as everywhere, were males, butthese soldiers, thanks to some beneficent god, had been directed to the females,most of them young and some of them exceptionally beautiful. One does not rejectsuch a gift from the gods; it would be a sacrilege.
"Well, look what we have here," the tallest, most muscular and most finelyuniformed of the three said. "All the bitch slaves in one place. How convenient."
The others laughed, more heartily than necessary. The tall centurion lookeddirectly at Annia.
"I see the one I want." He pointed. "She's right there. The one with thebig blue eyes and golden hair. You men pick out anyone you want, but leavethat little morsel for me."
The tall soldier stood in the doorway with his sword in hand as the otherfour stepped into the room and made a quick survey of the quivering females.The first two chosen were the dead man's two lovely concubines. They were immediatelydragged out into the vestibule and out of sight. While the other two soldierscontinued their search, squeezing breasts to check size and firmness, Anniaused the temporary reprieve to study the back-lighted figure of the man whowould soon get to her.
It wasn't the rape that she feared. She had been used sexually by her Masterand others since puberty. Her mother had also been quite beautiful (beforeshe contracted the wasting disease that eventually killed her) and had beena favorite of Fortunatus; Annia had watched him having sex with her many times.After her mother died, Fortunatus turned to Annia who by then was developinginto an even more stunning beauty. The first few times he simply seized herin a room she was cleaning, forced her over a chair and entered her from behind,pumping vigorously until his hot seed spurted into her. Later, as his infatuationwith her grew, he would usher her into a private room and lay her on a propercouch or bed. Or he would order her to meet him in a certain grove, or someplace on the estate where his wife would not see them and give him grief.
Nor was he the only one to enjoy her body without the need to ask. On manyoccasions his sons, both Primus and Secundus, had their way with her. Fortunatushimself sometimes offered her to a guest to show special gratitude for somefavor or other. Having been taught by her mother to obey her owner, no matterwhat, she never offered the least objection. These continuing injections ofsemen had their inevitable consequence. She had missed her last two periodsand had been vomiting in the mornings. She thought little of it; after all,most free girls her age were already married and bearing children. As to whomight have put her in this condition, there were several possibilities; butshe was fairly sure the seed had come from Fortunatus. In any event, it hadn'treally mattered because the child would have simply been another of his slaves.
Since her body was about to be used again by yet another man, she beganmentally comparing Fortunatus (who was pudgy and mostly bald) to the tall centurion.It did not escape her notice that he was exceedingly good looking. Black hair,dark brown eyes, rugged build (an impression enhanced by the metal breastplateon his leather shirt with its godlike musculature) — a far more attractivespecimen than any of the others who had fondled and fucked her. It even excitedher, for some perverse reason, that he had in his hands the power to spareher life or let her die. In spite of her fear, she found she was actually lookingforward for her turn to be ravished.
With that realization, another thought began to form. If she had so easilycaptivated old Fortunatus and his sons and friends, why could she not win overthis handsome officer and maybe save her own life?
The other two soldiers had made their selections. One chose a pretty brunettefrom Britannia with a delicate sprinkle of freckles and a pouty mouth. He madeher stand up right there in the crowded storage room and bend over with herhands on the floor, then took her from behind. The other selected a black-hairedMacedonian beauty, ordered her to take off her robe, pulled her out into thevestibule and humped her right there on the floor behind the tall centurian.
"All right, men," the centurion chuckled when the fourth soldier had finishedhis turn at fornication,"tuck it back in and make sure these sluts don't goanywhere. I'm taking Goldenhair here to a more pleasant location to give herone last treat."
He grabbed Annia by her left arm and dragged her to her feet, pushing herto the door and propelling her through it. In spite of the dismaying implicationin his words and his rough treatment, she still felt (or, at least, wantedto believe) she might be able to win him over. Her only hope of survival wasto convince him to separate her from the others and keep her as his own slave.She had to try.
"Sir, I know a room with a nice soft bed," she murmured.
"Do you now?" he laughed. "So show me."
She led him to the Master's bedroom, but when he opened the door she wasshocked to see the murdered man's widow standing there.
The centurion was unfazed. "My lady Claudia," he said cooly, "With yourpermission I need to use this room for a short while to interrogate this slave."
"You mean you want to screw her in privacy," she snapped. "Fine. Why not?The little bitch was ‘interviewed' by my husband every chance he got.Might as well give her fetid little hole one last reaming before she gets whatshe so richly deserves. Just make sure you enjoy it morethan she does." She turned to the trembling girl andspat, "Annia! Strip that bed! I don't want the linen soiled by dirt from thisofficer's sandals, and I certainly don't want it stained with your filthy juices.Or your blood," she added with a hopeful glance at the centurion.
Out of habit and training Annia started forward to do as she was told, butwas stopped short by the iron grip of the officer. She looked up fearfully,her eyes darting between the two. She had never deliberately disobeyed hermistress before, having been whipped mercilessly the few times she hesitated.On the other hand, this Roman commander remained her only hope to remain amongthe living.
He resolved the situation by throwing her toward the bed.
"Do it!" he barked. "You owe your mistress one last service."
"Oh she owes me a lot more than that," Claudia said through gritted teethas Annia hurried to pull the linen coverings off the bed and fold them up.
"I'll bet!" he snorted. "And you'll have a chance to collect your due beforeshe's dead. But first I must attend to that ‘interrogation.' I don'toften get to ‘interrogate' so stimulating a subject."
"Interrogate her well, then. I plan to do so myself when she's properlyprepared. On a cross."
Claudia glided from the room, keeping her head high, dark resentments boilingin her mind.
When the door was closed, the centurion laughed. "So you and old Fortunatuswere playing squeeze-the-zucchini! How quaint. An inspiration for poets. PerhapsI should compose an ode. Something like:
A rustic Roman loved to ride
his randy house-slave's handy hide."
He chuckled at his own wit, and at the look on Annia's face. "Or even better:
Fortunatus, although wed,
liked to fill his marriage bed
with pretty strumpets, but instead
ate a pitchfork. Now he's dead.
That has more possibilities, don't you think?"
"But it wasn't like that!" Annia protested. "He loved me. He said he wasgoing to make me an official concubine. I'm carrying his baby!"
"Are you, now? Let's see! Pull up your gown."
Annia gathered up the front of her coarse garment and pulled it up to justbelow her breasts.
"You don't look pregnant to me."
"It's only two months."
"Is it? Well, that's yet another slave for the dung heap. Maybe we'll pullit out and nail it to it's own little cross. Don't you think that would becute?"
"Please, Sir," she whispered, "look at me." She raised the robe to her shoulders. "AmI not beautiful? Everyone says I am. Would I not make you a fine slave? Wouldn'tyou like to . . ."
"Wouldn't I like to hustle you off and hide you away for my own personaluse?"
"Yes! Yes, Sir!" Annia felt the stirring of hope. "I can do things for youthat you'll really like. Master could never get enough of me. I'm really verygood at . . ."
"And when you swell all up with your dead Master's baby? Am I supposed toput up with that?"
"Oh no, Sir! No!" Annia felt hope beginning to slip away again. She hadto convince him she was worth saving. "Please, Sir! You can do what you wishabout the baby. Any midwife knows how to . . . how to get rid of it. If that'swhat you want. Sir, I'm very, very good at pleasing a man. I can make you .. ."
"You can make me dead, little Goldenhair. Do you think the Widow Claudiawould not notice your absence among the crucifixes? Take off your robe."
She unwrapped the robe, still pleading with him. "Please, Sir! I can dothings with my mouth that . . ."
"With your mouth! Well, now. Get yourself naked and let's see what you cando with your mouth."
As she dropped the robe to the floor she drew herself up before him andwatched his eyes gleam at what he saw. A lovely, delicately shaped face atopa shapely and graceful figure; smooth, pale, flawless skin; ample breasts,firm and upright with temptingly rigid nipples; golden curls that fell to themiddle of her back and the matching patch of golden fleece at the junctionof slender legs. She had seen that look often enough, the look of male entrancement.This was the moment to seize. She approached him and framed soft hands gentlyaround his face.
"Please, Sir, let me make love to you. Let me . . ."
"Oh, I intend to," he assured her. "Get on your knees!"
She dropped quickly to her knees and awaited him, knowing what was expectedof her, intending to give him pleasure such as he had never known before.
He unbuckled his sword and threw it on a side chair. Between the leatherstrips of his outer uniform Annia could see his manhood poking at his tunic.He removed the breastplate and leather shirt. She lifted the edge of the tunic.The pinkness of his genital area was in stark contrast to his sun-bronzed face,arms and knees. She had never seen such an imposing penis. It was nearly twicethe size of her deceased Master's or any of his sons. It was even larger thanthat of the stable boy, Chrysogonus. A tingling desire to feel it inside heremboldened her to ply him with flattery.
"Oh Sir! You are huge! I don't know if you can fit inside me."
"No? Then let's start with your mouth. You claim you do wonderful thingswith your mouth. Surely it will fit in there."
He grabbed her hair and shoved himself in her open mouth. She did her bestto service him as she had done so successfully with Fortunatus, but his gripon her hair made it difficult to apply the delicate tongue strokes to the sensitiveflange at the head of his member that had driven her Master wild. Worst ofall he kept ramming it deep into her throat, making her gag. Before she couldaccomplish any of the magic that had bewitched other men, he pulled out ofher mouth.
"I'm not impressed," he said. "Get on the bed!"
She scrambled to obey, panic rising in her belly at the possibility of failure.In a moment he had mounted her, inserting himself painfully into her, drivinginto her. The hands crushing her breasts were large and calloused, especiallythe sword hand. How many people had died by that hand? He gripped her fiercely,twisting the nipples, the metal grieves on his shins cold against her calves.Yet she found herself moaning as an irresistible thrill surged from the buttonbetween her legs to every point on her body. She cried out in her ecstacy,amazed that she should come so easily with this bearer of death. She shiveredand cried out again as his hot seed burst into her. By the time she had regainedher senses, he had pulled out of her and was standing beside the bed shrugginginto his uniform.
"Get up!" he demanded.
"Please, Sir . . . " she began, catching her breath.
He back-handed her across the mouth.
"Get up, you little whore! Or would you like me to ram my sword up yourass?"
She crawled out of the bed without further complaint, licking away the bloodcollecting at the corner of her mouth.
He was already strapping on his sword. "Put on your robe!"
She obeyed quickly and fearfully, her hope dissolving, trying to think ofa way to regain his interest. "Sir, if you would give me a little more time. . ."
"You've had as much time as you'll get. Move!"
He shoved her toward the door as he drew his sword. "You give shitty fellatio,although you do have a nice tight cunt, I'll give you that. But there's plentyof those around, plenty of legs willing to open up for a Captain of the Army.Yours is not nearly good enough for me to die for. Not good enough to keepyou off a cross, either. Get moving!" He put the point of his sword in herback and prodded her down the hallway, back to the room she had come from.She felt the wetness of his semen leaking down the inside of her thighs, addinginsult to her dread.
A number of other soldiers had arrived outside the storage room and werein the process of tying the hands of the women and children behind their backs.One of them seized Annia and in a moment her wrists, too, were bound behindher with rough hemp rope.
"Captain!" one of the men yelled. "Now that you've had your fun with Goldiehere, how about sharing the meat? I ain't never fucked anything so sweet asthat!"
"Sure, help yourself. But make it quick. We've got to move this lot to thebarn before dark. She claims she's good with her mouth."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. In fact, let's make a wager. If she doesn't make you come in hermouth and swallow it by the time I count to sixty, we'll tear out her tongue."
"But I wanna fuck her!"
"You'll have time for that later. Come on! Get out your weapon and letssee if she can bring you off fast enough to keep her tongue."
Annia was shoved to her knees as the soldier came toward her, raising thehem of his tunic and pushing aside the leather panels of his shirt to exposehis manhood. It was only partly aroused as he pushed it into her mouth andit reeked with the pungent taste of another woman. She recognized that tastefrom the times she had serviced her Master right after he had been with oneof his concubines. A new apprehension gripped her bowels because she rememberedhow long it had taken him to recover before he was able to perform again. Oftenthe better part of an hour! Annia had no clear idea of what it would be liketo be crucified, but she could definitely imagine what it would be like tohave her tongue ripped out, having seen it done to three slaves accused oflying. She struggled to subdue her fear and concentrate on the skills she hadperfected with Fortunatus. It was difficult with her hands tied behind her,but she took his cock gently into her mouth and slid back and forth on itsentire length, wetting it, stroking the sensitive flanges around its head withthe tip of her tongue, enclosing his testicles in the warmth of her mouth,licking around and around the shaft. She could hear the Captain counting behindher, but he had passed "ten" which was as far as she had learned to count,so the metrical droning told her only that she was getting closer to losingher tongue. To her surprise, however, the soldier had become really hard andwas beginning to go into those little spasms she had come to recognize as theprelude to a man's eruption. Spurred by desperation and hope, she concentratedon the most sensuous area behind the flange, sucking on it, kneading it withher lips. And suddenly there it came! The grunting soldier pumped a thick loadinto the back of her throat which she swallowed in a series of gulps, milkingthe last of it out of his root and licking him clean, just as her Master hadtaught her.
She looked up at the Captain tenuously.
"Well done," he laughed. "Lucky for you that Ignatius here is a horny bastard.I'd been looking forward to yanking that chattering little tongue of yoursout of your pretty little mouth. Oh well. Now we'll be able to enjoy your pleasfor mercy when we nail you up."
So much for her earlier plan to win him over, Annia thought. It was hopelessfrom the start. His heart is as cold and hard as his breastplate.
"Take them all to the barn and lock them up with the others," the Captainordered. "If you or any of the guards want to play with them during the night,you may. But only two of you at a time. The rest of you are to remain alert.If any prisoner attempts to escape, crush his feet. Or hers. Now get them outof here!"
Annia was herded with all others out of the house and across a field tothe small windowless storage barn where the field slaves were confined. Thefemales were stopped outside the door briefly while the guards selected whichones they wanted for their "play." Eleven were chosen, including Annia. Theseeleven were tied to a hitching rail; the others, their hands unbound, werepushed inside and the door bolted shut.
Dusk was rapidly turning to darkness, and the guards had built a bonfireto keep themselves warm and provide light for the front area of the barn, whichthey called their "holding pen." Guards with torches had been stationed allaround the building in case a clever slave managed to dig his way out. Nowand then Annia heard a shrill scream from inside — probably one of thefemales being raped. One last gratification for a condemned field hand. Butshe had her own rapes to worry about. As the night hours went by, she was "playedwith" by more than half the soldiers on guard duty. She stopped counting aftershe had passed ten three times. Her thighs were encrustedwith a mixture of semen and blood, the tender lining of her vagina so tornand sore she could barely walk.
Some time before dawn she had finally been thrown into the holding pen withthe others where she was able to sleep for a few unmolested hours before beingroused again.
It was time to prepare the slaves for execution.
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