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Gabriella keeps moving, each step accompanied by new waves of pain in her lithe body. She barely understands what's happening around her, her ears assaulted by the cacophony of noises, shouts and insults addressed to her, her gaze blurred by the veil of blood, spit and tears on her green eyes, her attention all focused on not staggering and falling.

She feels somebody roughly groping her breast, twisting her nipples as she moans softly from pain. Another spur the mob to insult her. They even pull her by her tits to keep her moving, even if this is not necessary. She keeps moving to offer herself for her sacrifice, to protect her people.

Suddenly she hears a guard close to her shouting: " Hey you!”, “Yes, you”. “Are you one of her filthy rebel friends?"

Gabriella difficulty raises her head, bracing against the pain of the thorns in her nape, to be able to see what is happening. Through the veil of spit and blood she succeeds in seeing a man on the right side of the dusty narrows street. He is one of her people. One of the most devoted ones. His face is a clear mix of feelings: Upset at seeing her Queen paraded in the street like that, her body marked by the bloody signs of her torture. Fear, at the sight of the spear pointed toward him. Lust, as his gaze fixes on her hangings boobs, and on her ravaged naked pussy.

“No! I have nothing to do with this Regina Puttanarum. Leave me alone and go and crucify the whore!” he shouts out loud and runs away. These words arrive directly to Gabriella's heart, piercing it like to sharpest spear, hurting her like the most painful torture. She is alone. Not only the Romans want her dead, but her own people too! It does not matter what a Queen can to for her people; at the end it is all about enjoying the show of a naked young woman cruelly tortured and crucified. No male could miss it.

She lets a bitter tear pour from her green eyes. Confusedly, she hears somebody else in the mob shouting "Leave her!" but she cannot recognize who told it, as all is lost in the noise and catcalls from the crowd. Then, a guard, armed with a supple thick stick, raises his right arm, and with all his strength delivers a stroke on her buttocks, immediately streaking them with an angry red welt.

"aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" The cry of pain from Gabriella raises high in the sky, filling the narrow street, eliciting new laughter and shouts from the mob.

She cannot know that her once devoted fellow has gone behind her to look at her bum and that seeing the guard delivering her that vicious stroke with no other reason than to make her suffer, has made him almost shoot a load.
 
GabriellaSivilla said:
Gabriella keeps moving, each step accompanied by new waves of pain in her lithe body. She barely understands what's happening around her, her ears assaulted by the cacophony of noises, shouts and insults addressed to her, her gaze blurred by the veil of blood, spit and tears on her green eyes, her attention all focused on not staggering and falling.

She feels somebody roughly groping her breast, twisting her nipples as she moans softly from pain. Another spur the mob to insult her. They even pull her by her tits to keep her moving, even if this is not necessary. She keeps moving to offer herself for her sacrifice, to protect her people.

Suddenly she hears a guard close to her shouting: " Hey you!”, “Yes, you”. “Are you one of her filthy rebel friends?"

Gabriella difficulty raises her head, bracing against the pain of the thorns in her nape, to be able to see what is happening. Through the veil of spit and blood she succeeds in seeing a man on the right side of the dusty narrows street. He is one of her people. One of the most devoted ones. His face is a clear mix of feelings: Upset at seeing her Queen paraded in the street like that, her body marked by the bloody signs of her torture. Fear, at the sight of the spear pointed toward him. Lust, as his gaze fixes on her hangings boobs, and on her ravaged naked pussy.

“No! I have nothing to do with this Regina Puttanarum. Leave me alone and go and crucify the whore!” he shouts out loud and runs away. These words arrive directly to Gabriella's heart, piercing it like to sharpest spear, hurting her like the most painful torture. She is alone. Not only the Romans want her dead, but her own people too! It does not matter what a Queen can to for her people; at the end it is all about enjoying the show of a naked young woman cruelly tortured and crucified. No male could miss it.

She lets a bitter tear pour from her green eyes. Confusedly, she hears somebody else in the mob shouting "Leave her!" but she cannot recognize who told it, as all is lost in the noise and catcalls from the crowd. Then, a guard, armed with a supple thick stick, raises his right arm, and with all his strength delivers a stroke on her buttocks, immediately streaking them with an angry red welt.

"aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" The cry of pain from Gabriella raises high in the sky, filling the narrow street, eliciting new laughter and shouts from the mob.

She cannot know that her once devoted fellow has gone behind her to look at her bum and that seeing the guard delivering her that vicious stroke with no other reason than to make her suffer, has made him almost shoot a load.
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To get the bitch moving quicker, I use the blunt end of my spear to probe between the Queen’s inner thighs, which are caked with dry semen and blood. My sadistic urges are satisfied by seeing her whimper and try to keep her thighs together while still walking. She stumbles and almost fall. I laugh and look at my fellow soldiers of the escort, who also burst out laughing!
 
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Gabriella keeps moving, each step accompanied by new waves of pain in her lithe body. She barely understands what's happening around her, her ears assaulted by the cacophony of noises, shouts and insults addressed to her, her gaze blurred by the veil of blood, spit and tears on her green eyes, her attention all focused on not staggering and falling.

She feels somebody roughly groping her breast, twisting her nipples as she moans softly from pain. Another spur the mob to insult her. They even pull her by her tits to keep her moving, even if this is not necessary. She keeps moving to offer herself for her sacrifice, to protect her people.

Suddenly she hears a guard close to her shouting: " Hey you!”, “Yes, you”. “Are you one of her filthy rebel friends?"

Gabriella difficulty raises her head, bracing against the pain of the thorns in her nape, to be able to see what is happening. Through the veil of spit and blood she succeeds in seeing a man on the right side of the dusty narrows street. He is one of her people. One of the most devoted ones. His face is a clear mix of feelings: Upset at seeing her Queen paraded in the street like that, her body marked by the bloody signs of her torture. Fear, at the sight of the spear pointed toward him. Lust, as his gaze fixes on her hangings boobs, and on her ravaged naked pussy.

“No! I have nothing to do with this Regina Puttanarum. Leave me alone and go and crucify the whore!” he shouts out loud and runs away. These words arrive directly to Gabriella's heart, piercing it like to sharpest spear, hurting her like the most painful torture. She is alone. Not only the Romans want her dead, but her own people too! It does not matter what a Queen can to for her people; at the end it is all about enjoying the show of a naked young woman cruelly tortured and crucified. No male could miss it.

She lets a bitter tear pour from her green eyes. Confusedly, she hears somebody else in the mob shouting "Leave her!" but she cannot recognize who told it, as all is lost in the noise and catcalls from the crowd. Then, a guard, armed with a supple thick stick, raises his right arm, and with all his strength delivers a stroke on her buttocks, immediately streaking them with an angry red welt.

"aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" The cry of pain from Gabriella raises high in the sky, filling the narrow street, eliciting new laughter and shouts from the mob.

She cannot know that her once devoted fellow has gone behind her to look at her bum and that seeing the guard delivering her that vicious stroke with no other reason than to make her suffer, has made him almost shoot a load.
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I am really starting to despise my character in this thread!
What a coward!
I have to let the Queen know that I still love her and has the support of her people!
But nevertheless I still get excited looking at her...
 
… “Leave her!”- I'm calling ... and I'm silent, scared by my own voice ... no one heard this in the loud crowd anyway ..... I do not want to go any further, look at what will happen next ... it's good that nobody took notice of what I just called ...
…
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But no ! … a sudden surge of courage gives me strength ...
After all, there were some who were brawling for her! #338
I start to push between people in the direction of her - with a desperate idea that in right moment I will throw myself at the guard ... and I compel those of her supporters hidden in the crowd to act ... I encourage them with my courage ...
And I’m again close to … go in first row behind her … see her … see as the guard strokes her bare buttocks, pushes blunt end of spear between her thighs … he and his fellows roar with laughter as she stumbles … her heavy breasts with wobble, her round nipples are erected .. I see it … and just as my arousal increases with this view, my courage decreases as well …
 
"Move!", I shout as I prod the tottering Queen on her wounded ribs, this time with the pointed end of my spear. She utters a loud cry, as this is where the scourge has exposed the bone. This is what one gets when one defies Rome, royalty or not. The clamor of the crowd for her death is defeaning. We've almost reached the gates of the city. Not far off to the place of execution now. The cross awaits. @GabriellaSivilla
 

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"Move!", I shout as I prod the tottering Queen on her wounded ribs, this time with the pointed end of my spear. She utters a loud cry, as this is where the scourge has exposed the bone. This is what one gets when one defies Rome, royalty or not. The clamor of the crowd for her death is defeaning. We've almost reached the gates of the city. Not far off to the place of execution now. The cross awaits. @GabriellaSivilla
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I wish I had as much magic in my pencil... :oops: :)
 
The Queen is almost there. She has staggered up the hill of crosses just outside the city. Gabriella has endured whips, spit, kicks, and verbal abuse from the soldiers and the crowd. She is so weak that she is almost bent double by the cross. Her "royal garment" barely covers her tortured nakedness. It will soon be over. Or will it? @GabriellaSivilla
 

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The Queen is almost there. She has staggered up the hill of crosses just outside the city. Gabriella has endured whips, spit, kicks, and verbal abuse from the soldiers and the crowd. She is so weak that she is almost bent double by the cross. Her "royal garment" barely covers her tortured nakedness. It will soon be over. Or will it? @GabriellaSivilla
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The crucifixion is looming!!
 
Oooohhhh!!!!
How I wish I could dedicate , just one more time, a very long evening to just giving pleasure to Queen Gabriella! Just for her!
With my finger tips, with my lips, with my manhood...nothing for me, just for her!
To have her gorgeous body trembling from pleasure in my arms!
But instead, I am about to see her nailed on the rough wood of her cross. She will be probably forced to look how the nails are hammered into her delicate wrists...making her one with the nails and cross for the rest of her short life!
Ye I will be there too. Looking. Trying to give her a little of support...But also...
 
… her heavy breasts with wobble, her round nipples are erected .. I see it … and just as my arousal increases with this view, my courage decreases as well …
…
… and there - open gate before us …
.. one of the few gates of this city, but it's the most terrible one ! … so close behind it … this scary place … place of bones, skulls, pain … a place that every slave is so afraid of… of shame, of disgrace, of death … … the terrible execution area! …
… my courage decreases as well .. maybe .. .. maybe if someone else started this fight, I would also throw myself at them to free Her ...but .. but …
I never go out this gate unless they tell me …
I do not want to see this place behind it ... even looking at this place is indecent …
Once or two in my life I saw what and how they do there … and at nights, nightmares have scared me too long …
And now she is led there ! She – not a slave ! She – the Queen ! …
… I should turn ... leave ... but no I'm not following her against my will ! …to this terrible place …
.. her heavy breast are wobbling, her round nipples are erected .. oh .. how much I would like to touch her .. to caress her body .. ..
Oh how beauty she is! …Oh, what a terrible man I am ! …
Behind the gate I see this ugly place, crooked wooden stipes in a rocky empty space, the carrions in the sky …
And the three high, straight poles, protruding terribly into the sky …
The Queen is led there! …
 
Gabriella keeps on walking, painful step by painful step. But the fact the she is going toward her dreaful place of execution, bringing the instrument of her torture on her own shoulder is not enough for them.

One of the guards steps in front of her, probing with the wooden end of his spear between her legs, on her beautiful naked thighs, stained with the sperm of the soldiers who have raped her, and her blood, from her pussy or the countless wounds on her once flawless body. She feels the rought wood scraping on her skin, the end searching for her pussy lips. Instinctively, she closes her thighs and, doing this, she stumbles. She gasps as she desperately figths not to fall, not to end with her beautiful face down on the floor. And this make them laugh. They laugh out loud: "watch your step, bitch!" "you like the wood between your legs, eh whore?" "How many have been there eh, Your Majesty? They were not enough, you want this wood too, eh?" And they laugh, laugh, while Gabriella cries bitter tears, from the desperation of being so alone and humiliated.

As she continues, the pathway leads her between small houses, until it arrives out of the city and starts climbing up on the hill. The execution hill. A place that was a scary place, place of bones, skulls, pain. A place that everybody was so afraid of. Of shame, of disgrace, of death. A place that Gabriella ordered to free during her reign, where nobody was executed since many years during her illuminated reign. A place that now the Romans have prepared it for her, restored to its original function, with its load of death, fear, and pain.

She feels the path starting to slightly climbing up and she panics. This is too much for her! Too much! Lead to the execution hill like a lamb to the slaugtherhouse. The punishment arrives immediate and terrible. The guard that hates her, that has raped her more times and whose main pleasure is to make her suffer, inserts the point of his spear in the deep wound on her side, where the studded thongs of the scourge have hit her delicate ribs, scraping them. The pain is terrible, beyond imagination, and Gabriella yelps a hear rendering scream, her voice high pitched and hoarse from how deep is the pain..."nnnAAAAAHHH AAAAAAAHH OOOOAAAAAAAHHAAAAAAAA!!!"

"Move, bitch, MOVE!" he shouts. Another guard, the one armed with the thick stick, steps forward and delivers her a sharp stoke on her rounded buttocks: "SSLLLAAAAAPPPPP", and she yelps again: "aaAAAHHHHHHHHHH!". She is blind from pain, but she harries up to move forward, to make another step toward the place of her death, the roar from the mob around her raising more and more, becoming literarly deafening. They are thirsty for blood, her blood, to see her tortured to death on the cross.

Gabriella does not dare to slow down. She moves climbing the path, the heavy cross on her shoulders, surrounded by people shouting at her, spitting at her, insulting her, screaming obscenities. The guard with the stick follows her and hits her again: "SSLAAAAPPPP" "AAAAAAHHHH", not because she has stopped or slowed down, but just to hear her scream from pain, and the the angry red welt on her buttocks. And he hits her again, another vicious stroke: "SSSSLAAAAPPPPP" followed by her scream: "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH".

She does not realizes it when she arrives on top of the low hill. She cannot even look forward, as she is bent double down the patibulum, and exhausted from the painful walk. But Gabriella is there. At the place of her torture to death.
 
GabriellaSivilla said:
Gabriella keeps on walking, painful step by painful step. But the fact the she is going toward her dreaful place of execution, bringing the instrument of her torture on her own shoulder is not enough for them.

One of the guards steps in front of her, probing with the wooden end of his spear between her legs, on her beautiful naked thighs, stained with the sperm of the soldiers who have raped her, and her blood, from her pussy or the countless wounds on her once flawless body. She feels the rought wood scraping on her skin, the end searching for her pussy lips. Instinctively, she closes her thighs and, doing this, she stumbles. She gasps as she desperately figths not to fall, not to end with her beautiful face down on the floor. And this make them laugh. They laugh out loud: "watch your step, bitch!" "you like the wood between your legs, eh whore?" "How many have been there eh, Your Majesty? They were not enough, you want this wood too, eh?" And they laugh, laugh, while Gabriella cries bitter tears, from the desperation of being so alone and humiliated.

As she continues, the pathway leads her between small houses, until it arrives out of the city and starts climbing up on the hill. The execution hill. A place that was a scary place, place of bones, skulls, pain. A place that everybody was so afraid of. Of shame, of disgrace, of death. A place that Gabriella ordered to free during her reign, where nobody was executed since many years during her illuminated reign. A place that now the Romans have prepared it for her, restored to its original function, with its load of death, fear, and pain.

She feels the path starting to slightly climbing up and she panics. This is too much for her! Too much! Lead to the execution hill like a lamb to the slaugtherhouse. The punishment arrives immediate and terrible. The guard that hates her, that has raped her more times and whose main pleasure is to make her suffer, inserts the point of his spear in the deep wound on her side, where the studded thongs of the scourge have hit her delicate ribs, scraping them. The pain is terrible, beyond imagination, and Gabriella yelps a hear rendering scream, her voice high pitched and hoarse from how deep is the pain..."nnnAAAAAHHH AAAAAAAHH OOOOAAAAAAAHHAAAAAAAA!!!"

"Move, bitch, MOVE!" he shouts. Another guard, the one armed with the thick stick, steps forward and delivers her a sharp stoke on her rounded buttocks: "SSLLLAAAAAPPPPP", and she yelps again: "aaAAAHHHHHHHHHH!". She is blind from pain, but she harries up to move forward, to make another step toward the place of her death, the roar from the mob around her raising more and more, becoming literarly deafening. They are thirsty for blood, her blood, to see her tortured to death on the cross.

Gabriella does not dare to slow down. She moves climbing the path, the heavy cross on her shoulders, surrounded by people shouting at her, spitting at her, insulting her, screaming obscenities. The guard with the stick follows her and hits her again: "SSLAAAAPPPP" "AAAAAAHHHH", not because she has stopped or slowed down, but just to hear her scream from pain, and the the angry red welt on her buttocks. And he hits her again, another vicious stroke: "SSSSLAAAAPPPPP" followed by her scream: "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH".

She does not realizes it when she arrives on top of the low hill. She cannot even look forward, as she is bent double down the patibulum, and exhausted from the painful walk. But Gabriella is there. At the place of her torture to death.
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I have been following Gabriella out of the city walls and up to the execution hill.
I got a little ahead of her slow crucifixion procession and got a good place on the hill. I see her climb painfully and my heart aches for her.
But still I have a big erection. Even in this circumstances "Lead to the execution hill like a lamb to the slaugtherhouse" she is so beautiful and sexy!
I hope she sees me and I can thank her for her sacrifice. She is suffering for her people and she retains in my eyes all her dignity and majesty.
Now I am convinced there is no hope for her.
So I wish they would get on with it, and get her nailed up in her cross as soon as possible.
So she may start dying. I wish her torture would have ended already...
 
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