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Juan1234 said:
In part 24 (post 215), I want to add a short paragraph after the paragraph that ends with "Her whole body was exposed!"

Here it is:

At the whipping post, she had had to strip to the waist to present her bare skin unprotected to the lash. It was necessary to inflict the pain. With Maximus the ape, she had had to bare her private parts so that the ape could violate her. Otherwise she could not have been so abused. Now, though, she was naked, not to uncover her wrists and feet for the nails, but purely and simply so that she would be naked. So that she would face the humiliation of displaying her body to the eyes of the Roman public.

Hope you all like this thought... :)
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Can you repost the part with added paragraph? Please!
 
madiosi said:
Can you repost the part with added paragraph? Please!
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If I may Juan .....


As Kirana stood up again, they were all looking at her - Brutus and his henchmen, the ape's handlers, and Rego. Her heart was pounding so hard, she thought it might give out altogether. She almost wished it would. She knew it was time for her to be crucified.


Where was - there he was: Muneth, standing in the front of the crowd, silent, solemn, intense eyes full of desperate scheming. She knew his loyalty. He had traveled across the world to Rome to rescue her. He was an excellent warrior and a daring plotter. There was none to whose care she would rather entrust her life. But he was not rash, and Kirana knew he could not rescue her here, in broad daylight, before this huge throng baying for her blood. Muneth planned long and hard, then acted, and succeeded, every time. She knew that he would rescue her if he could, but that it could not be until nightfall at the earliest. She would not be spared the nails.


"Princess," said Rego gently, approaching her for no particular reason, "it's time." She looked at him, concealing the terrified outburst in her belly behind her smooth face. "You must... take off your clothes, Kirana," Rego continued, with the soft, halting voice Kirana suddenly realised she had become fond of.


"Rego -" her voice was airy with fright. Rego lowered his eyes. "I am a princess, Rego..." she was pleading now, so unlike the confidence she had this far projected. "Please, let me keep my gown?" Rego shook his head. "Rego -" the same airy voice, though her face betrayed no fear. Or almost none - Rego could see it.


"Having trouble with her majesty?" Brutus leered from behind. Rego ignored him.


"Rego, at least -" Kirana continued, then swallowed the dryness in her throat, "at least let me cover my private parts?"


"I'm sorry, Kirana, but you have to be naked before they can nail you to the cross."


Kirana said no more. She only looked at him with an expression so blank, Rego could hardly stand the terror he saw in it. Then she obeyed, fingers trembling, slowly unfastening her girdle. She looked up to see Muneth watching, and though she didn't dare make it obvious, she tried to signal to him to look away. Had his mind not been so occupied with scheming, he would have, no doubt, but as it was, he stood there watching as she undressed, sliding the luxuriant garment over her hips until it fell to her ankles. She held both hands over her sex, and Rego could tell her eyes wanted to weep at the shame. Now she wore only her diadem and the two strings of pearls: one around her neck, the other about her hips. She was naked before the people of Rome, before the soldiers whose disputes she had arbitrated, and before her own brother.


Rego motioned to the patibulum lying just a pace away. It was time, and though her heart pounded in recognition of her impending doom, her mind could not accept it. She could not think. She had to simply obey. To the beam she walked, one hand still over her sex, feeling the eyes of the crowd on her nakedness. She stood before it, thinking of its terrible significance. They just looked at her. She knew she had to lie down and let them nail her to it. For a moment, she couldn't, but realising that if she did not lie down soon they would take her down by force, she moved, first to her knees, then bending and turning over painfully onto her wounded back, so that the beam of her death was under her bare, bloody shoulders. Then she stretched out her hands, leaving her shaved sex exposed. Her whole body was exposed!


At the whipping post, she had had to strip to the waist to present her bare skin unprotected to the lash. It was necessary to inflict the pain. With Maximus the ape, she had had to bare her private parts so that the ape could violate her. Otherwise she could not have been so abused. Now, though, she was naked, not to uncover her wrists and feet for the nails, but purely and simply so that she would be naked. So that she would face the humiliation of displaying her body to the eyes of the Roman public.



It hit her suddenly - the breeze over the bare skin of her crotch, her outstretched arms - this was the position of crucifixion! She pulled her arms back discretely, but then the executioners' hands were on her, pulling them back out and binding them to the beam. She breathed hard, and her legs churned. She didn't kick, and she was careful to keep her bare legs together, but they churned in anticipation and protest.


The ropes were cinched tight - very tight, so that they bit deep into her upper forearms, and then her palms and fingers. It was happening too fast. She wasn't ready. Rego knelt beside her, looking with genuine sorrow into her struggling face. He bent down to whisper to her: "I tried to save you." Kirana knew it was true, and in the terror of the moment, as she looked over the brink into the abyss of death-in-life, she had no energy to tally his faults and betrayals. Her eyes filled immediately with tears. There was a tear in Rego's eye as well.


"Rego -" she said, almost whispering, almost frantic. He smoothed his hand over her forehead as she looked intensely into his eyes, as if he could support her, sustain her, give answers to the questions. "Rego...!" she said it again. Brutus and his men were retrieving the nails with which they would kill her. "Rego...! I'm afraid...!"


Brutus and his men approached.


"Rego...!" He could only look back into her eyes and put his Roman fingers through her beautiful hair.


Brutus' men were joking with one another, holding the nails in their hands. Kirana watched.


"Rego, I'm not ready," she said, and it sounded so flat and under control, the very flatness of it betrayed her emotion. Her face was a strange struggle of fraught impassivity, growing redder.


The tip of a long, thick spike was set against her left wrist. At first she clenched her eyes shut, then looked. They were still talking, still laughing. The crowd was waiting to hear her screams.


"Rego...!" almost a whisper.


Brutus picked up the hammer, and she clenched her eyes shut again, tossing her head back and forth.


"Ready, Princess?" asked Brutus, as if he were asking if she were readying to go for a stroll in Amunia. He waited. She was breathing very hard now. She looked into his eyes, trying desperately to defy him. But her fear could not be hidden anymore, and against her will, she moaned out again: "Rego...!"


Brutus grinned and brought the hammer up. Kirana instinctively flinched, trying to pull away, but the ropes held her.


The hammer came crashing down.
 
Ted Parry said:
If I may Juan .....


As Kirana stood up again, they were all looking at her - Brutus and his henchmen, the ape's handlers, and Rego. Her heart was pounding so hard, she thought it might give out altogether. She almost wished it would. She knew it was time for her to be crucified.


Where was - there he was: Muneth, standing in the front of the crowd, silent, solemn, intense eyes full of desperate scheming. She knew his loyalty. He had traveled across the world to Rome to rescue her. He was an excellent warrior and a daring plotter. There was none to whose care she would rather entrust her life. But he was not rash, and Kirana knew he could not rescue her here, in broad daylight, before this huge throng baying for her blood. Muneth planned long and hard, then acted, and succeeded, every time. She knew that he would rescue her if he could, but that it could not be until nightfall at the earliest. She would not be spared the nails.


"Princess," said Rego gently, approaching her for no particular reason, "it's time." She looked at him, concealing the terrified outburst in her belly behind her smooth face. "You must... take off your clothes, Kirana," Rego continued, with the soft, halting voice Kirana suddenly realised she had become fond of.


"Rego -" her voice was airy with fright. Rego lowered his eyes. "I am a princess, Rego..." she was pleading now, so unlike the confidence she had this far projected. "Please, let me keep my gown?" Rego shook his head. "Rego -" the same airy voice, though her face betrayed no fear. Or almost none - Rego could see it.


"Having trouble with her majesty?" Brutus leered from behind. Rego ignored him.


"Rego, at least -" Kirana continued, then swallowed the dryness in her throat, "at least let me cover my private parts?"


"I'm sorry, Kirana, but you have to be naked before they can nail you to the cross."


Kirana said no more. She only looked at him with an expression so blank, Rego could hardly stand the terror he saw in it. Then she obeyed, fingers trembling, slowly unfastening her girdle. She looked up to see Muneth watching, and though she didn't dare make it obvious, she tried to signal to him to look away. Had his mind not been so occupied with scheming, he would have, no doubt, but as it was, he stood there watching as she undressed, sliding the luxuriant garment over her hips until it fell to her ankles. She held both hands over her sex, and Rego could tell her eyes wanted to weep at the shame. Now she wore only her diadem and the two strings of pearls: one around her neck, the other about her hips. She was naked before the people of Rome, before the soldiers whose disputes she had arbitrated, and before her own brother.


Rego motioned to the patibulum lying just a pace away. It was time, and though her heart pounded in recognition of her impending doom, her mind could not accept it. She could not think. She had to simply obey. To the beam she walked, one hand still over her sex, feeling the eyes of the crowd on her nakedness. She stood before it, thinking of its terrible significance. They just looked at her. She knew she had to lie down and let them nail her to it. For a moment, she couldn't, but realising that if she did not lie down soon they would take her down by force, she moved, first to her knees, then bending and turning over painfully onto her wounded back, so that the beam of her death was under her bare, bloody shoulders. Then she stretched out her hands, leaving her shaved sex exposed. Her whole body was exposed!


At the whipping post, she had had to strip to the waist to present her bare skin unprotected to the lash. It was necessary to inflict the pain. With Maximus the ape, she had had to bare her private parts so that the ape could violate her. Otherwise she could not have been so abused. Now, though, she was naked, not to uncover her wrists and feet for the nails, but purely and simply so that she would be naked. So that she would face the humiliation of displaying her body to the eyes of the Roman public.



It hit her suddenly - the breeze over the bare skin of her crotch, her outstretched arms - this was the position of crucifixion! She pulled her arms back discretely, but then the executioners' hands were on her, pulling them back out and binding them to the beam. She breathed hard, and her legs churned. She didn't kick, and she was careful to keep her bare legs together, but they churned in anticipation and protest.


The ropes were cinched tight - very tight, so that they bit deep into her upper forearms, and then her palms and fingers. It was happening too fast. She wasn't ready. Rego knelt beside her, looking with genuine sorrow into her struggling face. He bent down to whisper to her: "I tried to save you." Kirana knew it was true, and in the terror of the moment, as she looked over the brink into the abyss of death-in-life, she had no energy to tally his faults and betrayals. Her eyes filled immediately with tears. There was a tear in Rego's eye as well.


"Rego -" she said, almost whispering, almost frantic. He smoothed his hand over her forehead as she looked intensely into his eyes, as if he could support her, sustain her, give answers to the questions. "Rego...!" she said it again. Brutus and his men were retrieving the nails with which they would kill her. "Rego...! I'm afraid...!"


Brutus and his men approached.


"Rego...!" He could only look back into her eyes and put his Roman fingers through her beautiful hair.


Brutus' men were joking with one another, holding the nails in their hands. Kirana watched.


"Rego, I'm not ready," she said, and it sounded so flat and under control, the very flatness of it betrayed her emotion. Her face was a strange struggle of fraught impassivity, growing redder.


The tip of a long, thick spike was set against her left wrist. At first she clenched her eyes shut, then looked. They were still talking, still laughing. The crowd was waiting to hear her screams.


"Rego...!" almost a whisper.


Brutus picked up the hammer, and she clenched her eyes shut again, tossing her head back and forth.


"Ready, Princess?" asked Brutus, as if he were asking if she were readying to go for a stroll in Amunia. He waited. She was breathing very hard now. She looked into his eyes, trying desperately to defy him. But her fear could not be hidden anymore, and against her will, she moaned out again: "Rego...!"


Brutus grinned and brought the hammer up. Kirana instinctively flinched, trying to pull away, but the ropes held her.


The hammer came crashing down.
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this is intense!!!!!!!!!!
 
Juan1234 said:
Part 23:


Brutus turned and motioned to someone in the crowd. Kirana's eyes darted, searching for answers. Then Yupar appeared, bare-breasted like her, and bloodied from shoulders to hips, her eyes red and moist. Kirana's heart sank and with it her head, falling to the side in compassion. One of Brutus' men walked over to a brazier several paces away and carefully removed a glowing orange brand. Kirana understood immediately and despaired.



Rego watched all of this in grim silence. What could he do for her? He could urge her to cooperate, but then how would he be any different from Brutus? He still had to think of his next steps on the perilous path he had laid out for himself. Why had the emperor asked him to join the crucifiers? Perhaps it was a chance to undo the harm he'd done by stepping in decisively against the princess. Maybe the emperor had given him a way out - a way to start over and forget everything. No, this was wishful thinking. He wanted him in the public eye, where he could do nothing in secret. Then what?



And then, here was Kirana. He felt she needed him, and it was his duty to stand by her as she went through this most difficult ordeal. Nonsense! He knew it was nonsense, but he felt it, all the same.



"Rego?" Kirana was looking into his eyes, imploring, her voice weak and breathy with shock and despair.



Again, what could he do? He started to say something twice, then: "Kirana, they will have their way. For your friend's sake, do not resist." Her eyes did not leave his. She was in the utter depths of moral impossibility, and could not choose the lesser of the two evils before her.



Brutus nodded, and two guards held Yupar still while the orange brand touched his left nipple. She screamed and her head thrashed as she struggled with the guards. Kirana shook her head in misery, barely able to watch.



"Alright!" she finally cried. Nothing happened. "ALRIGHT!" she yelled louder, angry now. Several guards grinned at her, but the brand continued t sear Yupar's nipple. Rego thought of intervening, but didn't. Finally Kirana lifted the back of her skirt to bare her bottom, knelt and moved to all fours, presenting her exposed hind parts high behind her. It was the most humiliating thing she could imagine, but the brand was removed from Yupar's breast, and soon her screams calmed to quiet sobs. "Oh, Princess, no...!" she moaned. Kirana was facing the crowd, so they could not see her private parts well, but the humiliation was still intense, and she hid her face in the dust before her.



"Alright what?" asked Brutus. Kirana's jaw shook in the dust.



"Let the beast... have its way with me."



"Ah, good! So you won't resist?" She swallowed.



"No."



"Oh, good, I knew he'd win your heart eventually! Maximus! Take her!"



Kirana peaked under her arm to see the ape stroking its own member, almost twice as long as a man's, as he approached her bared bottom. She buried her face again as his enormous hands grasped her hips, wrapping all the way around her, thumbs reaching down her buttocks, fingers reaching toward her sex. She felt utterly powerless. The crowd was winding up. Then, almost before she knew what was happening, his penis had plunged through her anus. He tugged her violently toward himself, then again, and again, shoving himself deeper into her body with each thrust. The crowd howled with laughter.



The pain was terrible, and Kirana's stomach churned and burned within her. The deep humiliation at having this most degading and dishonorable part of her body abused this way was truly worse. She had become the object of the most grotesquely ribald comedy, and the crowd loved it.



Back and forth, back and forth she was jerked by those powerful hands, riding along the beast's impaling member, skewered like a pig to be roasted. As she faced the crowd, most could not see the naked details behind her, but they knew what was happening, and Kirana was sure some of those watching from the high wall on her right had better views.



It took a long time, but finally Maximus grunted his satisfaction, pumping the princess with his seed, and withdrew. Kirana had to fight hard to remember she was a princess. She almost forgot to smooth down the back of her gown to cover herself again. She thought she should be relived now that it was over. But she couldn't think of why. She couldn't think of anything anymore. Then she saw a pile of long, think, sharp nails, and all the groggy apathy of her degradation was melted in a cold sea of lucid terror.


(To be continued...)
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Absoluting stunning !
My ass hole is tearing wide now n on fire (Karina) ;)
 
Juan1234 said:
Part 24:


As Kirana stood up again, they were all looking at her - Brutus and his henchmen, the ape's handlers, and Rego. Her heart was pounding so hard, she thought it might give out altogether. She almost wished it would. She knew it was time for her to be crucified.



Where was - there he was: Muneth, standing in the front of the crowd, silent, solemn, intense eyes full of desperate scheming. She knew his loyalty. He had traveled across the world to Rome to rescue her. He was an excellent warrior and a daring plotter. There was none to whose care she would rather entrust her life. But he was not rash, and Kirana knew he could not rescue her here, in broad daylight, before this huge throng baying for her blood. Muneth planned long and hard, then acted, and succeeded, every time. She knew that he would rescue her if he could, but that it could not be until nightfall at the earliest. She would not be spared the nails.



"Princess," said Rego gently, approaching her for no particular reason, "it's time." She looked at him, concealing the terrified outburst in her belly behind her smooth face. "You must... take off your clothes, Kirana," Rego continued, with the soft, halting voice Kirana suddenly realized she had become fond of.



"Rego -" her voice was airy with fright. Rego lowered his eyes. "I am a princess, Rego..." she was pleading now, so unlike the confidence she had this far projected. "Please, let me keep my gown?" Rego shook his head. "Rego -" the same airy voice, though her face betrayed no fear. Or almost none - Rego could see it.



"Having trouble with her majesty?" Brutus leered from behind. Rego ignored him.



"Rego, at least -" Kirana continued, then swallowed the dryness in her throat, "at least let me cover my private parts?"



"I'm sorry, Kirana, but you have to be naked before they can nail you to the cross."



Kirana said no more. She only looked at him with an expression so blank, Rego could hardly stand the terror he saw in it. Then she obeyed, fingers trembling, slowly unfastening her girdle. She looked up to see Muneth watching, and though she didn't dare make it obvious, she tried to signal to him to look away. Had his mind not been so occupied with scheming, he would have, no doubt, but as it was, he stood there watching as she undressed, sliding the luxuriant garment over her hips until it fell to her ankles. She held both hands over her sex, and Rego could tell her eyes wanted to weep at the shame. Now she wore only her diadem and the two strings of pearls: one around her neck, the other about her hips. She was naked before the people of Rome, before the soldiers whose disputes she had arbitrated, and before her own brother.



Rego motioned to the patibulum lying just a pace away. It was time, and though her heart pounded in recognition of her impending doom, her mind could not accept it. She could not think. She had to simply obey. To the beam she walked, one hand still over her sex, feeling the eyes of the crowd on her nakedness. She stood before it, thinking of its terrible significance. They just looked at her. She knew she had to lie down and let them nail her to it. For a moment, she couldn't, but realizing that if she did not lie down soon they would take her down by force, she moved, first to her knees, then bending and turning over painfully onto her wounded back, so that the beam of her death was under her bare, bloody shoulders. Then she stretched out her hands, leaving her shaved sex exposed. Her whole body was exposed!



It hit her suddenly - the breeze over the bare skin of her crotch, her outstretched arms - this was the position of crucifixion! She pulled her arms back discretely, but then the executioners' hands were on her, pulling them back out and binding them to the beam. She breathed hard, and her legs churned. She didn't kick, and she was careful to keep her bare legs together, but they churned in anticipation and protest.



The ropes were cinched tight - very tight, so that they bit deep into her upper forearms, and then her palms and fingers. It was happening too fast. She wasn't ready. Rego knelt beside her, looking with genuine sorrow into her struggling face. He bent down to whisper to her: "I tried to save you." Kirana knew it was true, and in the terror of the moment, as she looked over the brink into the abyss of death-in-life, she had no energy to tally his faults and betrayals. Her eyes filled immediately with tears. There was a tear in Rego's eye as well.



"Rego -" she said, almost whispering, almost frantic. He smoothed his hand over her forehead as she looked intensely into his eyes, as if he could support her, sustain her, give answers to the questions. "Rego...!" she said it again. Brutus and his men were retrieving the nails with which they would kill her. "Rego...! I'm afraid...!"



Brutus and his men approached.



"Rego...!" He could only look back into her eyes and put his Roman fingers through her beautiful hair.



Brutus' men were joking with one another, holding the nails in their hands. Kirana watched.



"Rego, I'm not ready," she said, and it sounded so flat and under control, the very flatness of it betrayed her emotion. Her face was a strange struggle of fraught impassivity, growing redder.



The tip of a long, thick spike was set against her left wrist. At first she clenched her eyes shut, then looked. They were still talking, still laughing. The crowd was waiting to hear her screams.



"Rego...!" almost a whisper.



Brutus picked up the hammer, and she clenched her eyes shut again, tossing her head back and forth.



"Ready, Princess?" asked Brutus, as if he were asking if she were reading to go for a stroll in Amunia. He waited. She was breathing very hard now. She looked into his eyes, trying desperately to defy him. But her fear could not be hidden anymore, and against her will, she moaned out again: "Rego...!"



Brutus grinned and brought the hammer up. Kirana instinctively flinched, trying to pull away, but the ropes held her. The hammer came crashing down.


To be continued...)
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Bearing naked before my adult brother is also my dark kink ;)
 
Juan1234 said:
Part 25:

At first, on that distant night in Amunia, when Rego had informed her that she must be nailed to a cross and exhibited in Rome, Kirana had promised herself she would not scream when they drove the nails through her. Then, when she was flogged in the square, she had been unable to suppress all of her cries as the whips cracked across her bare back. She had determined then that if she cried out, she could not lose her composure - no uncontrolled blabbering or unrestrained, incoherent screams.



Then she had watched Lemuel roar and convulse like a wild beast in its death throes as he was nailed to his cross, and she had lost all the confidence she had once had in herself to be able to keep her head when the hammer came down and the nail point plunged into her wrist. Now she was just scared, hoping she could somehow keep herself from being reduced to a pathetic, screaming animal. How much pain is there in the world? How badly could they hurt her? Was there a limit?



Thus as Brutus brought the hammer down for the first blow, Kirana held a deep breath, arching her back in anticipation, clenching her teeth and lips together to stifle the scream she knew would surge through her naked body as he struck.



The hammer fell in the dust just above Kirana's arm, missing the nail. She gasped and let out a half-hearted cry, stopping herself as she realized the pain was not coming. Brutus grinned, and his men laughed.



"What's wrong, Princess?" he asked in mock surprise. She was breathing very hard now, and he made no effort to disguise his lecherous gaze at her rising and falling breasts, her sunken belly, and her shapely hips, displayed nicely as she kept her legs pressed together. She couldn't tell for sure, but she suspected (and the hot blood of embarrassment ran to her head) that he could also see some of her vulva between her thighs. She didn't want to raise her thighs too high for fear the crowd would see her vagina from below. What strange and humiliating choices! She could hardly believe she had to think of such things. How far she had fallen from her palace in Amunia!



She glared at Brutus. It was all she could do - the only weapon she had left to deter him from looking at her body as she lay there naked. They were all looking at her. She lay there on the ground, arms spread out on her cross, ready to be nailed, and the five of them towered over her. She was defenseless and humiliated. She knew it was irrational, but she was also suddenly impatient to have the nails driven in so that she could be raised on her cross and not have to look up helplessly at these men.



Rego broke in to end the stasis. "Brutus," he said, "Nail her to the beam." Kirana had never thought she could be grateful to hear that order. Brutus smiled an enigmatic, disturbing smile at Rego, then proceeded. He set the point of the nail to her wrist again, then paused to look at the woman he was about to kill.



"This is going to hurt SO MUCH," he said, as if inviting her to enjoy the idea as much as he did. Her eyes had lost their impassive facade, and now showed a mix of fear and hatred. Her lips were trembling now.



The hammer went up, and her eyes grew wide as she watched it come down.



Clink! Such a small sound for so violent an action, as the hammer met the nailhead. Kirana's head shot forward, her eyes and mouth gaping with disbelief at the pain. Her cry, though breathy with shock, was loud and long and garbled, exploding from the deepest places of her body. It was followed by short, panting cries that she failed to reduce to whimpers. She could never have described this kind of pain. It was beyond her comprehension, even as she felt it. She was ready to die.



But it was not over. Brutus laughed, enjoying her desperation, then raised the hammer again.



"No - please - wait...!" she could barely speak, she was panting so hard, and immediately she rebuked herself. It was beneath her to beg these Roman murderers for mercy.



Clink! The tapered spike sunk into the wood, widening the hole through her wrist. This time she arched her back and her head went back, thrashing in agony, eyes clenched, hoarse screams being wrenched from her gut.



Again - clink! Wider, and more painful. She forgot her modesty for a moment and her legs came apart as they writhed.



And again - this time the nailhead had been pounded almost into her flesh. Her left wrist was nailed.



Brutus moved to the right. Kirana stared through her blurry tears at the nail pegging her wrist to the wood. Blood oozed from it, but did not flow freely as she had expected. She concentrated, trying to understand: her hand would never again leave this position. It was united with the beam.



"Oh Princess..." Brutus sang, "You might want to see this..."



Kirana turned her head in time to see him set the next nail against her right wrist. She looked above her, where Rego knelt, watching her suffer.



"Rego..." she moaned, imploring him with her eyes. Rego's face was grave.



Clink! And Kirana's scream, only slightly weaker now, and more hoarse.



Again, and again, Brutus pounded the nail through her and into the beam. Kirana vomited, catching Brutus a little. The nail was secure in the wood by now, though not yet sunken as far as the one on the left.



"Oh, you think that's funny?" said Brutus. His anger was almost more bearable than his usual smirks and grins. Kirana glared with fatigued eyes. Brutus rose an took a step toward the crowd, then swung the hammer in a huge, powerful arch to slam into the princess's exposed crotch. She let out a weak yelp, then moaned, closing her eyes and rolling her head, trying to forget this world of horror that so assaulted her senses.



Brutus returned and brought down a last savage blow to the spike in her wrist, driving it home. She screamed. She could tell she was losing control of herself.



Brutus bent down to be right in her face. "Yupar will die for that."

(To be continued...)
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U could really put all my small fav thing. Hit the loin!
 
Juan1234 said:
Part 28:


Kirana hadn't counted the strokes. She hadn't counted the hours since she had been brought out into the sunlight to suffer. Now Brutus' men were cutting the ropes that had bound her to the beam before the nails had pegged her to it permanently. Then they were tying new, longer ropes to the beam. She knew they would use these to haul her up to dangle from the top of the stake behind her. For now she had to wait, trying to imagine how she could possibly bear to hang from the nails in her wrist. She felt she was already close to her limit, lying here in the dust.



Rego knew it was time to raise Kirana, so he made to rejoin the scene.



"Be ready," he heard Muneth say, as he strode toward the naked princess.



"Shall we raise her, Rego?" asked Brutus, as his men finished their knots above Kirana's head. It almost sounded like a sincere subordinate addressing an officer, but Rego knew there was sarcasm beneath. He nodded. Kirana was looking in Rego's eyes, with a pleading terror.



"Rego...?" The sound almost broke his heart now. The ropes had been threaded through pulleys at the rope of the stipes now, ready to hoist the princess up to hang.



"Stand her up!" roared Brutus. The ropes went taught, and Kirana, panting, shrieked in agony between hard breaths.



"Wait!" said Rego, coming forward. Brutus raised his eyebrow, and his men, after looking at him for direction, let the ropes go slack, leaving Kirana breathless, but in less pain. "You two - carry the beam while I help her up," Rego ordered.



Again, the men looked to Brutus, who only watched, then they obeyed. As Rego knelt and held Kirana in his arms, as if embracing her, Brutus' men each took one end of the beam. As Rego lifted her to a sitting position, they lifted the beam. She cried out several times as the awkward movement strained the nail holes, but was grateful for Rego's help. When she was sitting, supported by Rego, arms outstretched on the beam, bare legs before her, bound at the ankle, she whispered through her tears, "Save Yupar, Rego." He made no real response, but there was a kind of knowing light in his eye as he held her naked torso in his arms.



Next, with a nod to the two men holding the beam, Rego lifted her to her feet, shifting one hand to her buttocks to help lift her. Again she cried out, but not like she would have without help. A drop of blood was finally falling from her left wrist, trickling slowly down her arm. Then Rego backed her slowly to the stipes, her bound feet struggling, until her crossbeam hit the stake. She stood naked before the crowd - and not only naked, her arms were spread wide, as if she were presenting her body to them, hiding nothing. The crowd laughed and cheered; Kirana trembled and wept.



Rego stepped back now. Next she would be lifted off her feet to hang by the nails, and there was nothing he could do to mitigate such torture. Brutus, who had been watching with half-smiling contempt at Rego's pathetic efforts, resumed leadership.



"Well!" he said. "Thank you for the lesson in attending to royalty, Rego!" His men laughed, along with those in the crowd close enough to hear. Rego hoped the emperor hadn't heard. "Now, Princess," he continued, turning to Kirana, looking her nude form up and down, "it's time to hang you up where you belong!" Kirana tried to glare, but she was breathing hard, and her brow wouldn't stay still as the tears continued to flow. "But first -" Brutus stepped up and plucked the diadem from her hair. "You won't be needing his up there," he motioned to the top of the stipes. "You see, Princess, this is what we've done. You came out of your cell this morning in your beautiful gown and jewels, as a princess. Now, we've taken your gown, and we'll take your jewels. Now, you're not a beautiful princess, you're a naked criminal. Now your days of playing royalty are over. Your days of hanging and dying on this cross are about to begin. You understand?" Again, she tried to glare through the tears. "Good," he concluded. "So it's no great shock to you that you can't take your jewels with you to the cross."



He proceeded to auction the diadem then and there, while she stood nude, enslaved to the vicious pain every time the men holding her beam shifted their weight. She didn't even notice that Muneth had bought the diadem; she had to focus to minimize the torture.



Next, Brutus tugged the pearls from her neck, sending heady stabs of agony through her wrists, her arms, her shoulders, and her chest. Muneth bought these as well. Finally, the pearls about her hips were sold, and she was at last truly naked. She had rarely even shown herself like this to her ladies, and then only on a few rare occasions when she had felt too ill to dress herself. Even then she had had her pubic hair. The sense of exposure and vulnerability just from being shaved and feeling the breeze lick her bare vulva was enormous.



She stood there for a few moments, and her executioners just gazed at her, enjoying her shame. It was time to be raised - she knew it was. She dreaded it, and yet, as before, the wait almost felt worse.



"Barbaria, Princess of the Amunians!" shouted Brutus. "You have been sentenced to death, by crucifixion for your crimes against Rome! As we can all see, you have been prepared for execution, and it is now time for your sentence to be carried out!" The crowd laughed. "You will now be lifted to hang from your cross! You shall display yourself naked on the cross until your body rots away!" The crowd cheered.



Brutus nodded, and his men took the ropes and pulled.


(To be continued...)
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Audtion of her jewels (it's like a excellent different version of dices the clothes)
and this
"Barbaria, Princess of the Amunians!" shouted Brutus. "You have been sentenced to death, by crucifixion for your crimes against Rome! As we can all see, you have been prepared for execution, and it is now time for your sentence to be carried out!" The crowd laughed. "You will now be lifted to hang from your cross! You shall display yourself naked on the cross until your body rots away!" The crowd cheered.
made me arosed ;)
 
Juan1234 said:
In part 24 (post 215), I want to add a short paragraph after the paragraph that ends with "Her whole body was exposed!"

Here it is:

At the whipping post, she had had to strip to the waist to present her bare skin unprotected to the lash. It was necessary to inflict the pain. With Maximus the ape, she had had to bare her private parts so that the ape could violate her. Otherwise she could not have been so abused. Now, though, she was naked, not to uncover her wrists and feet for the nails, but purely and simply so that she would be naked. So that she would face the humiliation of displaying her body to the eyes of the Roman public.

Hope you all like this thought... :)
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I do like it too. But is it not enough Karina Only ? Why u bring me ? ;)
It may reduce highliten of Princess ;)
Just my idea, do as u wish :)
It's really amazing i can read some chapters in a day. Really great writing n effort :)
Tq :)
 
Ted Parry said:
Reading the story ... Yupar seemed to be an innocent chattel involved in this horror through no fault of her own ... But it would now appear, condemned from her own lips ... that she also wishes to share Kirana's fate.
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shastar said:
How strange, really ! I didn't expect that from her... :p :doh:
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I didnt mean that! I just want princess Karina suffering. What I think is only one heroine should suffer at a time. Just want her suffering more significant wzout reducing role by me. I can die on her cross later after her death wzout interupting her show ;)
Just my idea! I dont mean Juan hv to do that , he may has his own other idea :)


BTW ur guys sound like u guys wanna see me of the cross. Suffering naked before your eyes. I think I should do some manip for u guys ! ;)
I will, when i hv some free times. :)
 
You familiar with Hamlet Shastar ? ... No I don't mean the cigars .... Shakespeare ....
The Lady Doth Protest too Much, Methinks
 
madiosi said:
Oh Juan, i have no time for your story in the moment.
I despair on a 3D program. and i must make illustrations for my own story.
And eBooks for archive and Libary.
Days to short.
Patience with me, please.
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You have my patience, 100%, and I appreciate yours as I SLOWLY write my story. :)
 
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