Date: Tue, 6 Jul 2010 16:50:03 EDT
From: ldavis4@hotmail.com
Subject: The Temple Of Destiny

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