The Temple Of Destiny by Laura Lynn Davis F/F Violence From: "Laura Davis"
It was the summer after my sophomore year in college and I was playing soccer on a conference `all star' team that was touring Europe. We were in Greece for several days and got to go on several tours. One took us to an ancient shrine on the shore south of Athens. The tour guide told us that an inscription on the shrine, now almost obliterated, stated that a person who stood in a certain spot, under a full moon, would be judged and sent to fulfill their destiny. "Sent where?" The question was asked by Kate, one of our assistant coaches. She was from another school in the conference and I didn't know her very well. The guide shrugged. "Who knows?" Then he glanced around and winked suggestively. "If you stand on that spot, nude, under the full moon, you might find out." He paused and glanced around. "The moon is full tonight!" Everyone laughed and we followed him back to the bus. We stayed the night at a small inn about ten miles from the shrine. At dinner that night, Kate, who was in her mid twenties, told me she was going back to the shrine after dinner. "Want to come?" I intended to refuse but when I opened my mouth what came out was, "Sure. It sounds like fun." We slipped away after dinner and found a taxi to take us out to the shrine. We'd changed into shorts, T-shirts, and running shoes after dinner. If anyone saw us leave they probably figured we were going for a run, something most of us did every day. The taxi stopped at the head of the path leading to the shrine and Kate gave the driver ten dollars to wait. We walked down the path to the shrine. Both of us were a little nervous and when Kate's hand crept into mine I held it firmly. When we got there we stood in silence for several moments. Then Kate glanced at me. "Do we go together or one at a time?" I shrugged. "Together, I guess." I tried not to sound scared but I didn't succeed. We turned our backs on each other and slowly removed our clothes.
We were both fit and attractive but Kate was a real beauty while I was more of a pretty tomboy. She was dark - brown hair, brown eyes, and olive skin while I was light - blonde hair, blue eyes, fair complexion. We were both nicely tanned and I was surprised when I noticed that Kate's tan wasn't broken by tan lines. Kate was a couple of inches shorter than me, about 5' 6" , but we probably weighed about the same because her figure was fuller than mine. We stared at each other in silence for a moment and then we held hands as we walked to the judgment spot. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Kate's full, firm breasts bouncing gently with each step and I was envious. I'd wore an a-cup but rarely, if ever, bothered wearing a bra other than a sports bra. We stood there in the circle for a moment and then there was a bright flash of light before everything went black. When I came to I was laying on the ground under a hot sun. The ground was soft sand and for a moment I thought I was at the beach. Then I opened my eyes and saw that I was in a pen with about a hundred other women, all nude. I sat up and looked around. Kate was nowhere in sight. And then it hit me - the smells, the buildings, the people - I wasn't in Greece anymore. The women were speaking Latin, a language I'd studied for seven years. I stood up and looked around and slowly came to the realization that I wasn't in the year 2002 anymore either. I was in Rome and I later learned it was around 70 c.e. All of the women in the pen were slaves and so was I! We were fed and then the overseers began to select women and lead them away to be sold. I was selected in the third group. We were taken into a nearby building where we were allowed to bathe. Then we were rubbed down with a scented oil that left our skin gleaming. Our hands were tied behind us and one by one we mounted the auction block to be sold. I'd listened to the women in the slave pen and from what I heard I gathered that they were Amazons who'd been captured in battle. Their officers had been crucified and the rest of them had been brought to Rome to be sold into
slavery. I was sold to a merchant named Aureilius. He was a decent man who treated me fairly. He worked me hard and fucked me regularly and I should have been content. But I wasn't. I told myself that it wasn't my destiny to be a slave. I ran away and was caught within a day. I was whipped and retuned to Aureilius. He guarded me more carefully and my treatment was harsher than it had been. He whipped me regularly, worked me from before dawn to long after
dark, and only fucked me a couple of times each week. I escaped again and again I was caught within a day. This time a whipping wasn't my only punishment. I was also branded on my forehead with mark signifying that I was a slave who'd run twice. Aurielius kept me in chains and did his best to work me to death. I was whipped several times and a day and there was no more sex. He warned me that I'd be crucified if I ran again and was recaptured. I escaped a month later. This time I wasn't recaptured for almost a week. But when they did catch me I wasn't whipped and returned to Aurielius. I was taken to the nearest crossroads and crucified. I remember every horrible moment. A squad of five soldiers escorted me to my execution. They stripped me, raped me, and then four of them held me down on the cross while the fifth drove spikes through my wrist. I screamed in agony and begged for mercy. I got no mercy at all. They broke my ankles with a heavy mallet and spiked my feet to the cross. Then they lifted it, slid the end into the waiting hole, and swayed it erect. I hung there, screaming, while they filled the hole with rocks and dirt. My screams lasted for only a few minutes because it was hard to breathe. I was naked and the sun was beating down. I began to sweat and before long I was terribly burned. The day seemed endless. I was thirsty and I begged for water but I was ignored. Night brought some relief but it seemed to last forever. In the morning I knew I was near death. The sun seared my nude body and I faded rapidly. Just as it reached it's zenith a soldier leaned a ladder against the cross and climbed up to me. "We need the cross for another bitch." He cut my throat and a few moments later everything went black. I woke up back in my bed at the inn. Kate was sitting in a chair, watching television. I sat up and asked, "What happened?" As I spoke I realized I was still nude. Or was it nude again? She smiled. "Nothing, really. There was a flash of heat lightning and you fainted. I got you dressed and carried you back to the cab. You've been sleeping for about four hours. It's close to three a.m." She got up and walked over to the bed. "Are you okay now?" I nodded, suddenly aware that I was nude to the waist. Kate sat down on the edge of the bed. "Are you sure? What happened? Why'd you faint? Do you want a doctor?" "No, no doctor. I'm okay. Are you sure nothing happened? You didn't notice anything?" She shook her head. "Nothing happened other than you fainting." I took a deep breath and told her about my dream. She listened in silence unti I was done. Then she shook her head in amazement. "Wow, that's a weird story!" She paused and glanced at my bare breasts. "But it was just a dream." "Really? Then how do you explain these?" I held my hands out so she could see the scars on my wrists. The scars left by the spikes that had nailed me to the cross. She stared at me in horrified silence. I smiled. "Do you need a slave? I promise to be a good girl this time." The End