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madiosi said:
Maybe "Didi"?
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No, this is another one of his. Deborah on the Cross is a separate story from this one. Didi is his retelling of the Josephus Story of Mundus and the cult of Isis deceiving a patrician woman and tricking her into having sex with a "god". Tiberius crucified the woman behind the plot, Ida, and the priests of the cult in Rome. I don't know whether Deborah is based on anyone real.
Deborah starts out like this.
The brilliant red marks on the back of her legs, shoulders, and glutes showed she had been flogged by one tall man and one short one. Deborah was the only woman in the group who would be crucified today. She had carried the cross beam, with her arms extended and fixed rigidly to it with heavy chains, through the streets and up a hill by the side of the road. Her clothes had disappeared long ago and now she only wore a thin loin cloth which barely covered the space between her legs. She also carried a hand-written wooden sign which dangled from the rings which pierced each of her nipples. The sign said, "Deborah--filthy slave--pity me". A group of old women approached Deborah with a type of paint which pleased the crowd and a goatskin filled with a potion which dulled the mind. With her hair bunched loosely on her head in front of her, Deborah flung her head back to clear her brown hair from her face. She swallowed the potion eagerly, hoping and praying it would help her face her execution. Three soldiers approached her while two of the old women delicately detached the wooden sign from the rings in her nipples. The sign was passed quickly to one of the soldiers who went to the post closest to the road, mounted a ladder, and looking over the growing, curious crowd shouted: "Behold Deborah the slave! She will be crucified for insolence to her master. A strong body! She will truly put on a good show!" The old women began to apply the brilliant red paint to Deborah's nipples. It consisted of a powder which they mixed with Deborah's sweat to form a paint: the same paint the courtesans of Egypt used to great effect. With large brushes the old women applied the fine red powder to Deborah's sweaty nipples. The result was rather impressive because the paint enhanced the excited nipples and areolas with maximum contrast. The old women turned the bristles of the brushes around the borders of the nipples, skillfully mixing the powder with the sweat until it reached the consistency necessary to form a durable red paste. Then, shaking their heads when the soldiers grabbed Deborah's crossbeam, the old women turned and left.

That's what I think the gist of it is, anyway.
 
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Not to find. A litle poem from him.

For grace

An Imbolc Rite

Brown & pink, red & white,
Colors pierce this cold dark night.
Holding you with warm embrace
I bless the Goddess for bringing grace.

Your skin exposed to my lustful gaze,
Sparks our passions, fuels our blaze.
I shape your form, curves find my hands
You twist & pull, avert commands.

'Til your movements do artfully slow
Your head consents, bends fore & low.
Your neck now fits the crescent slot.
Does it hurt? You know I care not.

With wrists behind, paired & bound,
Lifted high, a groaning sound
Easily exudes from your creamy core,
Humbling the presence I adore.

Your arms pulled taut by your aching wrists,
Your hips beckon and shamefully twist.
I cinch a red halter & tie your breasts
Glowing full, a cow's udders suggest.

Kissing your spine up to your halter,
I lovingly survey the pure holy altar,
The sacred cave so openly splayed
Invites the Horned One. I firmly invade.

With deep slow thrusts of my priapic wand
I dance the night's magick to your Imbolc song:
"My Master's virtue is within His loins,
I claim His seed, and with Him join."

- Tarquinius Rex




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Frank Petrexa said:
No, this is another one of his. Deborah on the Cross is a separate story from this one. Didi is his retelling of the Josephus Story of Mundus and the cult of Isis deceiving a patrician woman and tricking her into having sex with a "god". Tiberius crucified the woman behind the plot, Ida, and the priests of the cult in Rome. I don't know whether Deborah is based on anyone real.
Deborah starts out like this.
The brilliant red marks on the back of her legs, shoulders, and glutes showed she had been flogged by one tall man and one short one. Deborah was the only woman in the group who would be crucified today. She had carried the cross beam, with her arms extended and fixed rigidly to it with heavy chains, through the streets and up a hill by the side of the road. Her clothes had disappeared long ago and now she only wore a thin loin cloth which barely covered the space between her legs. She also carried a hand-written wooden sign which dangled from the rings which pierced each of her nipples. The sign said, "Deborah--filthy slave--pity me". A group of old women approached Deborah with a type of paint which pleased the crowd and a goatskin filled with a potion which dulled the mind. With her hair bunched loosely on her head in front of her, Deborah flung her head back to clear her brown hair from her face. She swallowed the potion eagerly, hoping and praying it would help her face her execution. Three soldiers approached her while two of the old women delicately detached the wooden sign from the rings in her nipples. The sign was passed quickly to one of the soldiers who went to the post closest to the road, mounted a ladder, and looking over the growing, curious crowd shouted: "Behold Deborah the slave! She will be crucified for insolence to her master. A strong body! She will truly put on a good show!" The old women began to apply the brilliant red paint to Deborah's nipples. It consisted of a powder which they mixed with Deborah's sweat to form a paint: the same paint the courtesans of Egypt used to great effect. With large brushes the old women applied the fine red powder to Deborah's sweaty nipples. The result was rather impressive because the paint enhanced the excited nipples and areolas with maximum contrast. The old women turned the bristles of the brushes around the borders of the nipples, skillfully mixing the powder with the sweat until it reached the consistency necessary to form a durable red paste. Then, shaking their heads when the soldiers grabbed Deborah's crossbeam, the old women turned and left.

That's what I think the gist of it is, anyway.
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I recognize that. I think it may be in the Crux Foundation archive, but I think you have to be a member to access.
 
Naraku said:
I recognize that. I think it may be in the Crux Foundation archive, but I think you have to be a member to access.
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Well, that means that my reverse translation is not totally off the wall, and that I could probably post the whole thing in English. We are crediting the author. Are there any copyright issues with posting this? Or is it not worth the trouble?
 
Just checked the Foundation archive and the story s there. And, you were correct, it is by Tarquinius Rex.
Also, your translation - or maybe retranslation - is pretty close:
"The bright, red welts on the back of her legs, shoulders, and buttocks revealed that she had been whipped by one tall and one short man. Deborah was the only woman who would be crucified in this group today. She had carried the crossbar, her outstretched arms rigidly tied to it by heavy chains, through the streets of the city and up the hill by the roadside. Her clothing had long disappeared and she now wore only a narrow white ritual loincloth that barely covered her crotch. She also wore a hand-lettered wooden sign that hung heavily from the rings, which pierced each of her nipples. The sign read, "DEBORAH-- SLAVE SLUT--PITY ME".

A group of old women approached Deborah with the crowd pleasing paint and a goatskin filled with a mind-numbing potion. With the goatskin bag positioned slightly over her head and in front of her, Deborah shook back the long strands of her light-brown hair from her face. She gulped the potion lustily, hoping and praying for the numbness that would help her face her torture.

Three soldiers approached her as two of the ancient ones delicately unhooked the wooden sign from her nipple rings. The sign was quickly passed to one of the soldiers who walked over to the stake nearest the road, put up a ladder, scaled it, and then nailed the sign to the very top. Turning on the ladder and looking out over the growing crowd of onlookers, the soldier shouted, "Behold, Deborah the slave-girl! To be crucified for her insolence to her master! A strong body! Certain to provide a great spectacle!"

The old women began applying the bright red paint to Deborah's nipples. Actually a powder mixed with Deborah's own sweat to form paint; the same was used to great effect by the courtesans from Egypt. With long brushes, the old women stroked the fine red powder onto Deborah's sweaty nipples. The effect was quite dramatic as the paint highlighted her areolas and aroused nipples for maximum contrast. The old ones swirled the tips of their brushes around the edges of the slave-girl's nipples, deftly mixing the powder with her sweat until the powder had enough consistency to eventually harden into a bright red cake. Then, shaking their heads as the soldiers grabbed Deborah's beam, the old women backed away and left."

i don't know about "copyright" issues. But, if the Admins give permission, I could copy the story and post it in a separate thread here. It's short and quite good.
 
Naraku said:
"A group of old women approached Deborah with the crowd pleasing paint and a goatskin filled with a mind-numbing potion. With the goatskin bag positioned slightly over her head and in front of her, Deborah shook back the long strands of her light-brown hair from her face. She gulped the potion lustily, hoping and praying for the numbness that would help her face her torture.
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The old women began applying the bright red paint to Deborah's nipples. Actually a powder mixed with Deborah's own sweat to form paint; the same was used to great effect by the courtesans from Egypt. With long brushes, the old women stroked the fine red powder onto Deborah's sweaty nipples. The effect was quite dramatic as the paint highlighted her areolas and aroused nipples for maximum contrast. The old ones swirled the tips of their brushes around the edges of the slave-girl's nipples, deftly mixing the powder with her sweat until the powder had enough consistency to eventually harden into a bright red cake. Then, shaking their heads as the soldiers grabbed Deborah's beam, the old women backed away and left."
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I remember reading this when it was first published, and finding this passage incredibly erotic. So many interesting features: the powder mixed with her own sweat; her nipples painted while she is bound helpless to the crossbeam; the arousal brought by the touch of the brush; even that it is done so dispassionately by old women and not lustful men, it makes for a brilliant scene. I think my own manips featured stongly coloured aureolas for some time after reading this account!
 
Naraku said:
Just checked the Foundation archive and the story s there. And, you were correct, it is by Tarquinius Rex.
Also, your translation - or maybe retranslation - is pretty close:
"The bright, red welts on the back of her legs, shoulders, and buttocks revealed that she had been whipped by one tall and one short man. Deborah was the only woman who would be crucified in this group today. She had carried the crossbar, her outstretched arms rigidly tied to it by heavy chains, through the streets of the city and up the hill by the roadside. Her clothing had long disappeared and she now wore only a narrow white ritual loincloth that barely covered her crotch. She also wore a hand-lettered wooden sign that hung heavily from the rings, which pierced each of her nipples. The sign read, "DEBORAH-- SLAVE SLUT--PITY ME".

A group of old women approached Deborah with the crowd pleasing paint and a goatskin filled with a mind-numbing potion. With the goatskin bag positioned slightly over her head and in front of her, Deborah shook back the long strands of her light-brown hair from her face. She gulped the potion lustily, hoping and praying for the numbness that would help her face her torture.

Three soldiers approached her as two of the ancient ones delicately unhooked the wooden sign from her nipple rings. The sign was quickly passed to one of the soldiers who walked over to the stake nearest the road, put up a ladder, scaled it, and then nailed the sign to the very top. Turning on the ladder and looking out over the growing crowd of onlookers, the soldier shouted, "Behold, Deborah the slave-girl! To be crucified for her insolence to her master! A strong body! Certain to provide a great spectacle!"

The old women began applying the bright red paint to Deborah's nipples. Actually a powder mixed with Deborah's own sweat to form paint; the same was used to great effect by the courtesans from Egypt. With long brushes, the old women stroked the fine red powder onto Deborah's sweaty nipples. The effect was quite dramatic as the paint highlighted her areolas and aroused nipples for maximum contrast. The old ones swirled the tips of their brushes around the edges of the slave-girl's nipples, deftly mixing the powder with her sweat until the powder had enough consistency to eventually harden into a bright red cake. Then, shaking their heads as the soldiers grabbed Deborah's beam, the old women backed away and left."

i don't know about "copyright" issues. But, if the Admins give permission, I could copy the story and post it in a separate thread here. It's short and quite good.
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Most at all, cornu raping scene in Denorah is the first and stll fav one of mine. That is hugely influence if my stories and my charactors.. like in Ayesha and A crucified queen :) I only saw in Markus's pic stories after that.
 
This story (entirely in dialogue) is inspired by Juan1234's "Checkin" post of November, 2017. I hope it works.

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Court is adjourned for the day, folks. You have two to deal with tomorrow. Both are women.
Damn. That means we need pastel colors for the crosses. We may have to stay late with a can of spray paint. What’s with all the women lately? The extras they need are a real pain.
Judge Ernestine Bascom seems to be cracking down. There’s been a lot of buzz in the press about the spike in the crime rate, and elections are coming up. Women generate more publicity than men, so that gets her more ink. One popped some prescription pills, drove, and ran down two people, including a kid. The other has been embezzling funds for years from the non-profit she worked for. She made a damned good income. The judge wants to make examples of both of them.
OK, what are the skin colors? What are the heights? Any weight issues?
The embezzler is black and short—around five-one. The pill popper is white, and about five-five. It seems she had a prescription and couldn’t lay off. Neither one is obese. The bodies are nice--should attract a good crowd, given that both are busty.
OK, that’s a bright yellow cross for the embezzler, and lime green one for the pill popper. We have crosses like that in stock in the right size, but we’ll need to touch up the paint a little. So we shouldn’t need to stay late, thank God, like three months ago, when we had to cobble together a customized cross to crucify that six-five amazon. I don’t need more overtime. Angie will do the nailing. She’ll need access to do measurements and check the nipples—I hope the contrast is good, so we don’t have to do any painting. People tend to squirm a lot, and it’s easy to mess up. The pale blonde amazon had no melanin at all, and red paint ended up all over the place.
When I do the final evaluation tonight, George, that is on my list. We usually don’t need the paint except for very fair and very dark women, and they’re rare. It sounds to me like you need to take a vacation day or two after we finish these two crucifixions.
You all need to be ready to go at the site by 7:30 AM. Angie can visit the holding cells right now—they’re both there.
This just-in-time execution schedule is getting old fast. We’ll be ready, though.
 
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Hi, I’m Raven, and they are going to nail me to a cross tomorrow. You, too?
Jane. Yes. My lawyer tried an emergency appeal, but it was rejected immediately. He said the circumstances have to be really exceptional for them to even consider one.
All I did was take money. It’s not fair that I’ll have to die for it, showing my tits and tats and cunt to a bunch of riffraff. That Judge Bascom was one mean bird, like she had a bee up her ass. I’m so scared.
I drove impaired, but I didn’t intend to hurt anyone. Bascom didn’t see it that way—even for a first offense. I’m pretty scared too. I’ll be displayed naked like some kind of animal. All I can do is spit at them, for all the good it will do.
I watched them nail up a tall blonde bombshell a while back. The cross was green. They painted her nipples red. They spread her legs wide and you could see everything. People were laughing and shouting filthy shit at her. They even stuck a stick up her butt—the nails weren’t enough for them. She howled like the devil. You could see every bone, every muscle, every rib. She was shiny with sweat. She was up there twisting and shaking and panting for hours. When it was finally over, they just dumped her naked body on the ground and walked off--left it there until some dudes her family hired hauled it off. All they cared about was recycling their damned cross. Her body was a bloody mess.
It would all be worth it to me if that old crone Bascom were up there with us—hung high on a tall cross, showing her shriveled body. That would be a sight. I hope it eventually happens. Thinking about it keeps me going.
Alright, girl! I like your attitude. And you and I both have boobs to knock ‘em dead—we’ll have the women looking daggers at their men.
 
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Raven. Jane. My name is Angela, and I will be in charge of carrying out your sentences. I need to take some measurements, check some things, and have you evacuate your bowels. I need to have both of you strip to the waist—including the bras—please.
Are you going to paint us?
No need for that, Raven. You ladies both have rather spectacular boobs with big areolas that really stand out. But, ladies tend to be a little exhibitionist. We try to accommodate that with our colorful crosses and what not. We permit you to have your nipples painted if you wish, even though we only mandate it when the areolas are hard to see. Colors are standard. Jane would have bright red nipples to go with her lime green cross. Raven, yours would be painted bright yellow to match your cross. We’d do it right after we nail you up, while the cross is still on the ground. Is that what you want? Raven?
What the hell. I ought to feel good about something. Sure.
Jane?
I guess I’ll pass.
Let me see your right wrists, please.
You’re really petite, Raven. We’re going to need a pretty thin nail—the expensive titanium alloy--so they’ll hold up under your weight.
Alright! I’ll cost you assholes a little money.
I’ll ignore that. You’re understandably upset. The nails and the crosses are recyclable. We haven’t had to buy nails for several years. Anyway, expenses are covered by the fine your estates will pay. The whole thing is mostly self-supporting.
I have in my notes that all the paperwork covering who will take custody of your effects and your naked corpses after it’s over is in order. So, that’s a check.
Once you are on the crosses, we will allow designated family and friends inside the fenced area to talk to you. Usually crucified convicts can handle minimal conversation, and there are often things to discuss. If people get emotional, we will escort them to a private area to calm down. Only two people at a time for each of you will be permitted. I have two lists. You can black ball anyone—or everyone—on it: just cross off the names. There are magic markers on the small desk over there. You can’t hurt yourselves with those. You should have the list signed and ready when we come for you tomorrow morning-no need to do it right away.
OK. I have a coin. Raven, call it, heads or tails.
Huh?
Heads or tails. It determines who goes first, and who has to watch before it’s her turn.
Tails.
OK, Raven, you win. Jane will watch us crucify you before she gets crucified.
Are you going to stick something up our butts?
It’ll be waxed and should slide right in. It makes breathing easier. No need to get worked up over details. What’s going to happen will happen. You’ll be blindfolded during the procedure to calm you a little. We’ll remove the blindfold before the cross is raised. No food tonight, but we have large bowls of gummi-bears laced with a mild sedative to keep your blood sugar up and calm you down. And water. Any other questions?
Good. You can put your clothes back on. Then, you’ll need to drink these laxatives and use the port-a-potties. I’ll leave you after that to suck gummi-bears and get some sleep. We’ll have the van here at 7 AM to go to the park. Bodies need to be on the crosses by 8.
 
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This is Myla Dexter reporting from just outside the execution plaza in Evergreen Park, where two female prisoners will be crucified shortly. Our request for pre-execution interviews was declined as a matter of policy. We do have a prison official with us who will answer our questions about the cases and the procedures. We are told that later we might be able to talk to one of the condemned while she is on her cross.
The crowd is large and getting larger. The van carrying the prisoners has just pulled up, and they’re being escorted to the checkpoint to hear the sentences read. They look understandably distraught. Are there problems with resistance and panic, officer?
Sometimes. We try to avoid them with a blindfold. We don’t like to use force, but we can resort to tasers in extreme cases.

Stand here, ladies. You both need to remove all your clothing now. We will begin, with Raven, once the sentences are read.

The prisoners are now naked, as our cameras are showing you. This should be something of a show. The tattoos are really entertaining and artistic—not sure that will be the main focus of attention, though. Raven Mills’ was sentenced for taking a few hundred thousand from a children’s hospital. Jane Meyer was condemned on two counts of negligent, involuntary manslaughter. Is such an extreme sentence common, officer?
The judge said there were aggravating circumstances and lack of remorse.

You won the toss, Raven, so you go first. Come over and sit and the yellow cross with the upright peg between your legs.
Let’s get your blindfold on. Good. Now lie back and stretch out your arms. Try not to struggle. We’ll hold you down. I’ve found the hollow in your left wrist.
Clang. Aaaah. Clang. Aaaaaaaah. Clang. Aaaaaaah. Daaamnnn youuuu.
Right wrist. Clang. Aaaaaaah. Clang. Aaaaaaaeeee. Clang. Aaaaaaaaah. It-hurts-like helllll.
Lift her up, spread her butt cheeks. Bring her down on the sedile.
Aaaaayeee. God Daaamnnn. Aaah.
Bend her left knee. Set her foot. Clang. Eeeeyowwwww. Clang. Aaaaaah. Clang. Yeeeoooowww.
Right knee, same drill. Clang. Gaaaawwwwd. Clang. Aaaaaaaaaah. Clang. Aaaaaaaah.
Good. Let’s do the paint. Uhhhh. The liquid must be cold. Uhhhh.

Wow. She’s soaked with sweat. You can see every muscle, every bone. Her stomach’s like a moon crater. Why are they painting her nipples, officer?
The procedure is very painful, even though this executioner worked pretty quickly. Sometimes we have to paint nipples that don’t stand out. But we allow women to request it for cosmetic reasons, too, and she apparently did. Prisoners do react erotically to being naked in public, despite the humiliation. The last big jolt of pain will come when the cross falls into the hole.

Blindfold’s off. Let’s get the cross up. Uh. Uh. Uhuh. Thud. Uuuugggh.
OK, Raven. No more. We’re done. Scream away. You’ll get used to it soon.
Aaaaah. Daaamn. It’s fuckin’ torture.

Your turn, Jane.
Nooo, please, nooo. I’ll give you everything I own. Nooo.
Get her blindfold on NOW. We don’t want to hurt you more than necessary, Jane. Try not to resist. It’s going to happen. Don’t make us get rough.
Sit here. Lie back. Stretch out.
Grab her arms and hold her down.
No. Please. Noooo. Noooo. Clang. Aaaaaaaah. Clang. Aaaaaaaah. Clang. Aaaaaaaaaah.

That isn’t going so well. Look at her struggle. The crowd is really reacting. Is this common, officer?
It’s hard to have to watch one before yours. Some of the relatives of her victims are here. We give them VIP views. We let them vent. And apparently they are. That’s part of it.
Crowds generally seem to enjoy the spectacle. Women in particular draw a lot of interest.
Well these two are certainly good specimens—really nice to look at. Now Jane’s cross is up as well. How long will it take, officer?
It can take many hours, maybe into the night. The sedile, the stick in the anus, makes it easier to breath and prolongs the execution. Sometimes we deliver a coup de grace at a set time, but in these two cases the judge wanted things to take their course. We probably won’t be able to take down the bodies until tomorrow morning.
 
Now that she’s stopped yelling, we can attempt to interview Raven Mills. We have a step ladder, and are entering the compound now.
Raven, we’d like to talk to you a little. We’ve brought you a water bottle.
Uhhhh. Slurp. Gurgle. Uhhh.
You are obviously in a lot of pain. But with your yellow cross and paint, you seem to be putting on something of a show for the crowd. They seem to be enjoying it.
Guy..near..fence. Cut..off..balls.
You’re sweating profusely. Let me wipe your eyes.
Freezing..cold.
It seems this punishment is pretty harsh.
Damn..straight. Fuck..judge.
Full nudity really seems to highlight your ordeal. We can see every bone and muscle. The crowd is enthralled. How do you feel about that?
You..big..boobs. Try..sometime.
Well, she seems pretty upset, understandably. I don’t think we’ll get much further. Thanks for your time, Raven.
 
This is the most ambitious drawing I’ve ever done. The perspective is a little off, and I’m still not so good at shading and muscle detail—I’ve never had lessons.
Anyway, as Josephus says below, she’s a freedwoman, so no longer primarily for sex, somewhat on in years, so putting on a little fat in places. But, she’s used to work, so she’s still in pretty good shape. Rome would have had a lot of use for crosses, so the carpentry should be pretty good and the workmanship solid.

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Josephus, Jewish Antiquities, Book XVIII 66-79 (flowery translation with questionable spelling by http://penelope.uchicago.edu/josephus/ant-18.html
About the same time also another sad calamity put the Jews into disorder: and certain shameful practices happened about the temple of Isis that was at Rome. I will now first take notice of the wicked attempt about the temple of Isis; and will then give an account of the Jewish affairs. There was at Rome a woman whose name was Paulina: one who on account of the dignity of her ancestors, and by the regular conduct of a virtuous life, had a great reputation. She was also very rich. And although she were of a beautiful countenance, and in that flower of her age; wherein women are the most gay; yet did she lead a life of great modesty. She was married to Saturninus: one that was every way answerable to her in an excellent character. Decius Mundus fell in love with this woman: who was a man very high in the equestrian order. And as she was of too great dignity to be caught by presents; and had already rejected them; though they had been sent in great abundance; he was still more inflamed with love to her. Insomuch that he promised to give her two hundred thousand Attick drachmæ for one nights lodging. And when this would not prevail upon her, and he was not able to bear this misfortune in his amours, he thought it the best way to famish himself to death, for want of food: on account of Paulina’s sad refusal. And he determined with himself to die after such a manner. And he went on with his purpose accordingly. Now Mundus had a freed woman, who had been made free by his father, whose name was Ide: one skilful in all sorts of mischief. This woman was very much grieved at the young man’s resolution to kill himself: (for he did not conceal his intentions to destroy himself from others:) and came to him, and encouraged him by her discourse, and made him to hope, by some promises she gave him, that he might obtain a night’s lodging with Paulina. And when he joyfully hearkened to her intreaty, she said, she wanted no more than fifty thousand drachmæ for the entrapping of the woman. So when she had encouraged the young man, and gotten as much money as she required, she did not take the same methods as had been taken before: because she perceived that the woman was by no means to be tempted by money. But as she knew that she was very much given to the worship of the goddess Isis, she devised the following stratagem. She went to some of Isis’s priests: and upon the strongest assurances [of concealment,] she persuaded them by words; but chiefly by the offer of money: of twenty five thousand drachmæ in hand; and as much more when the thing had taken effect: and told them the passion of the young man: and persuaded them to use all means possible to beguile the woman. So they were drawn in to promise so to do, by that large sum of gold they were to have. Accordingly the oldest of them went immediately to Paulina: and, upon his admittance, he desired to speak with her by her self. When that was granted him, he told her, that “He was sent by the God Anubis, who was fallen in love with her, and enjoined her to come to him.” Upon this she took the message very kindly; and valued herself greatly upon this condescension of Anubis: and told her husband, that she had a message sent her, and was to sup and lie with Anubis. So he agreed to her acceptance of the offer: as fully satisfied with the chastity of his wife. Accordingly she went to the temple: and after she had supped there, and it was the hour to go to sleep, the priest shut the doors of the temple: when in the holy part of it the lights were also put out. Then did Mundus leap out: for he was hidden therein: and did not fail of enjoying her: who was at his service all the night long: as supposing he was the God. And when he was gone away; which was before those priests who knew nothing of this stratagem were stirring; Paulina came early to her husband, and told him how the God Anubis had appeared to her. Among her friends also she declared how great a value she put upon this favour. Who partly disbelieved the thing, when they reflected on its nature: and partly were amazed at it; as having no pretence for not believing it, when they considered the modesty and the dignity of the person. But now on the third day after what had been done, Mundus met Paulina, and said, “Nay Paulina, thou hast saved me two hundred thousand drachmæ: which sum thou mightest have added to thy own family. Yet hast thou not failed to be at my service in the manner I invited thee. As for the reproaches thou hast laid upon Mundus, I value not the business of names: but I rejoice in the pleasure I reaped by what I did, while I took to myself the name of Anubis.” When he had said this, he went his way. But now she began to come to the sense of the grossness of what she had done: and rent her garments, and told her husband of the horrid nature of this wicked contrivance, and prayed him not to neglect to assist her in this case. So he discovered the fact to the Emperor. Whereupon Tiberius enquired into the matter thoroughly, by examining the priests about it: and ordered them to be crucified; as well as Ide, who was the occasion of their perdition; and who had contrived the whole matter, which was so injurious to the woman. He also demolished the temple of Isis: and gave order that her statue should be thrown into the river Tiber.
 
Naraku said:
Just checked the Foundation archive and the story s there. And, you were correct, it is by Tarquinius Rex.
Also, your translation - or maybe retranslation - is pretty close:
"The bright, red welts on the back of her legs, shoulders, and buttocks revealed that she had been whipped by one tall and one short man. Deborah was the only woman who would be crucified in this group today. She had carried the crossbar, her outstretched arms rigidly tied to it by heavy chains, through the streets of the city and up the hill by the roadside. Her clothing had long disappeared and she now wore only a narrow white ritual loincloth that barely covered her crotch. She also wore a hand-lettered wooden sign that hung heavily from the rings, which pierced each of her nipples. The sign read, "DEBORAH-- SLAVE SLUT--PITY ME".

A group of old women approached Deborah with the crowd pleasing paint and a goatskin filled with a mind-numbing potion. With the goatskin bag positioned slightly over her head and in front of her, Deborah shook back the long strands of her light-brown hair from her face. She gulped the potion lustily, hoping and praying for the numbness that would help her face her torture.

Three soldiers approached her as two of the ancient ones delicately unhooked the wooden sign from her nipple rings. The sign was quickly passed to one of the soldiers who walked over to the stake nearest the road, put up a ladder, scaled it, and then nailed the sign to the very top. Turning on the ladder and looking out over the growing crowd of onlookers, the soldier shouted, "Behold, Deborah the slave-girl! To be crucified for her insolence to her master! A strong body! Certain to provide a great spectacle!"

The old women began applying the bright red paint to Deborah's nipples. Actually a powder mixed with Deborah's own sweat to form paint; the same was used to great effect by the courtesans from Egypt. With long brushes, the old women stroked the fine red powder onto Deborah's sweaty nipples. The effect was quite dramatic as the paint highlighted her areolas and aroused nipples for maximum contrast. The old ones swirled the tips of their brushes around the edges of the slave-girl's nipples, deftly mixing the powder with her sweat until the powder had enough consistency to eventually harden into a bright red cake. Then, shaking their heads as the soldiers grabbed Deborah's beam, the old women backed away and left."

i don't know about "copyright" issues. But, if the Admins give permission, I could copy the story and post it in a separate thread here. It's short and quite good.
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I would be grateful if you did.
 
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