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Loxuru said:
A lot of it will be in the backstory.
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Unless you flog her from the front :D

Juan1234 said:
Yeah, could be. I often do without much back story. Of course I also often wrote very short "stories." :)
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And to be fair, Juan, you quite often don't finish the stories you start, so perhaps if you took this on, it would be simply a Flogging:rolleyes:
Of course, if I were to take it on, she would be rescued at the last minute, so one could say the same...
Besides, you said
Juan1234 said:
Of course it also invites monotonous writing in any but the hands of the most skilled writer. ;)
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so, that disqualifies me
 
Loxuru said:
A lot of it will be in the backstory.
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Juan1234 said:
Yeah, could be. I often do without much back story. Of course I also often wrote very short "stories."
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And I often write long stories. I can't resist an historically correct backstory:

Flogged to death.

Gaius “Maximus”, was just finishing a truly massive lunch and looking forward to seeing one of the slave-whores in the other side of his favorite Taverna/Brothel. The best part of the sex to him was the screams of a very experienced slut as he jammed his oversized member into her cunt.

After a monstrous burp, his daydreams of violent fucking were interrupted by the sound of his partner, Decius, calling his name.

“Maximus! Wake up! We have a job to do. The Governor wants a criminal flogged to death.”

Fuck,” said Gaius. Can’t he wait? I want to relax a tightness in my loins!”

“No, he can’t. And neither will you when you hear who it is. Remember the Silurean Queen the troops captured yesterday? She’s the condemned.”

“Double Fuck!” said Gaius, drooling a little of half chewed mutton. “Why didn’t you say so at first? That tall girl with the black curls is one of the sexiest bitches I’ve ever seen! We will get to fuck her, won’t we?”

The Governor didn’t say no,” winked Decius. He slapped his friend on the rear. Given that Maximus stood well over six feet and Decius barely 5’ 3”, that was about as high as he could reach. No one knew for sure whether Gaius’s nickname was due to his imposing height and strength, or to his legendary endowment. Either way, he was undeniably Maximus!

Decius never had a nickname, unless you count the name he had for less than a day a decade earlier. Then a large soldier in the same contubernium, squad, with Decius decided to name him Ratte, Rat. Actually, the name was fairly descriptive, but Decius responded with a frown and said, “I don’t like nicknames!” The other soldier didn’t get the message. As the eight men in the contubernium sat around the campfire that evening, he again called Decius, Ratte. Quietly but firmly, Decius asked the big man to step over into the trees. A moment later, the others heard a loud cry of pain. Decius emerged from the wood alone. He suggested that the other go “clean up the mess.” They found the other soldier with a broken nose, a broken arm and moaning in pain, holding his groin with his one good arm. He never really healed and was discharged from the legion shortly after. No one afterwards ever tried giving Decius a nickname.

Five years ago, their Centurion paired Decius and Gaius on a punishment detail to flog a deserter. He thought it was a good joke to pair the midget with the giant.

Between Gaius’s strength that could break a strong man’s ribs with a blow of the flagrum, and Decius’ cleverly diabolical sadism, they had destroyed the man within 30 minutes. The Centurion rushed to stop them, but the deserter died within the hour.

From then on, Decius and Gaius were the go to guys for punishment in Legio II Augusta. The legion was stationed in Britannia, having spent the last two years campaigning to finally subdue the fierce Silures tribe. They occupied one of the three permanent Roman forts in Britannia, Isca Augusta, in what is now South Wales.

Gaius stuffed the last of the lamb in his mouth, guzzled a half-flagon of strong ale and accompanied his friend to the Governor’s residence.

Governor Sextus Julius Frontinus was justly proud of his victories over the Silures. They had been a thorn in the Roman’s side for thirty years in South West Britain. He was slated to receive a special honor from the Emperor Vespasian for the work.

All Romans in Britannia vividly remembered the revolt of Boudica even fifteen years after the events. A woman leader had nearly defeated the mighty legions of Rome. Now an eerily similar revolt had almost happened here in Frontinus’s territory. Iatta, daughter of the last Silures chieftain, had begun raising a resistance to wage guerilla warfare against the conquerors. Fortunately, generous use of Roman gold (stolen from the Britons) loosed several tongues and allowed Iatta’s capture before her movement really could get started.

Sextus quickly judged her guilty of treason and sentenced her to death. In a moment of levity, he offered her the choice between naked crucifixion or naked flogging to death. Iatta, like most Celts had a repulsion to death on a tree as trees were sacred symbols of life. Therefore, she chose the flogging. Hence Sextus sent for Decius and Gaius.

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OK, here is my reply to the challenge. A quicky, no sex, just judicial, and backstory. I have not finished writing, so we'll see!

1848 – Aftermath of the rebellion (1).

Temesvar, Kingdom Of Hungary, August 1848.

A cart, pulled by two horses was driven across the town. It carried four passengers, their hands tied behind their back, and to a beam of the cart.

The passengers were four young women :
Mari, 21, her black hair down to the shoulders.
Soreena, 20, blonde long hair.
Milena, 22, black hair down to her neck.
Danica, 21, as usual wearing her black hair in a ponytail.

The destination of the ride was the city’s drilling ground, in front of the Royal Landwehr barracks.

The open space was lined with formations of the Royal Landwehr and infantry and cavalry units of the common army.

In the middle of the square stood four wooden racks. They were slightly inclined, held up by slanted support beams. The racks themselves basically consisted of two upright beams, linked by three horizontal beams, one below, on in the middle, one above.

The cart stopped near the racks. Immediately, it was surrounded by Landwehr men, wearing bayoneted rifles. On the square were also justice and police officials, a doctor, a priest and workmen waiting. On command of an official, workmen detached the women one by one and helped them step down. Landwehr men escorted the women each to one of the racks.

All four women wore a long dark blue dress and low boots. For some two minutes they stood waiting, each surrounded by three soldiers, while the officials made the last arrangements. Then, each of them was joined by two workmen, while two justice officials took place in front of them, at the opposite site of the row of racks. While one of them kept standing in attention, facing the women, the other one started reading the verdict, with a loud voice, while facing the line of soldiers and the onlookers that had gathered around the square.

(To be continued)
 
I have a rather "technical" question here.

In a flogging to death, death would occur when and because of what?

I mean, I imagine that multiple bruises, welts and wounds would cause bleeding, shock, damage to skin and muscles and, of course, terrible pain. It would naively seem to me that death would follow because of blood loss, maybe damage to internal organs (which ones, and how?), maybe infection, all things that need some time to set in. So I would guess that death would follow, sometimes very briefly, the beating at the post, and not actually take place when the victim is still being flogged. Am I wrong? Can somebody here give me a hint? Which are the causes more likely to procure death, and when?
 
GabriellaSivilla said:
I have a rather "technical" question here.

In a flogging to death, death would occur when and because of what?

I mean, I imagine that multiple bruises, welts and wounds would cause bleeding, shock, damage to skin and muscles and, of course, terrible pain. It would naively seem to me that death would follow because of blood loss, maybe damage to internal organs (which ones, and how?), maybe infection, all things that need some time to set in. So I would guess that death would follow, sometimes very briefly, the beating at the post, and not actually take place when the victim is still being flogged. Am I wrong? Can somebody here give me a hint? Which are the causes more likely to procure death, and when?
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A very brutal way to go. I would think internal injuries, blood loss and of course shock would be the causes of death.
Can you see yourself there, Gabriella?

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Peony said:
It sounds exciting to me!
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Exciting for all of us I'm sure!
Just let me fix your arms above your head like this, Peony dear, that's right. Yes, of course you need to be naked, don't worry about all the people watching. Now, are you ready? One!

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GabriellaSivilla said:
I have a rather "technical" question here.

In a flogging to death, death would occur when and because of what?

I mean, I imagine that multiple bruises, welts and wounds would cause bleeding, shock, damage to skin and muscles and, of course, terrible pain. It would naively seem to me that death would follow because of blood loss, maybe damage to internal organs (which ones, and how?), maybe infection, all things that need some time to set in. So I would guess that death would follow, sometimes very briefly, the beating at the post, and not actually take place when the victim is still being flogged. Am I wrong? Can somebody here give me a hint? Which are the causes more likely to procure death, and when?
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The question shows a practitioner of whipping.
 
1848 – Aftermath of the rebellion (2).

Temesvar, Kingdom Of Hungary, August 1848.

“… condemned to hundred lashes in public, on the naked body…”

Milena heard the reading of the verdict, far away (it seemed), addressing her and her companions, and the crowd and the soldiers. Even more far away (it seemed).

It was a typical hot, dry August day. There had not been much rain the last weeks, and a warm breeze created clouds of dust over the sandy square, where the Royal Landwehr militia used to drill. And was not even ten a.m.

Milena tried to chase away her scary thoughts. She was scared, really scared! Hundred lashes was not nothing. Twenty or thirty was the rule for a public flogging. She knew she faced the possibility not to survive it. One chance in four to be death this evening. No, there were no odds! There could be two or three or all four deaths! Lashes would be given by increments, even on a dead body! And even those who survived, still risked to die within a few days. It was not about chances, it was about individual strength.

The reading of the verdict was finished. The official who read it, took again position next to his colleague still standing in attention. They nodded to each other and then the latter ordered :
“Start preparations!”

The Landwehr men grabbed Milena’s arms more firmly.
“Out of your boots!” a workman ordered. With his help, Milena stepped out of her boots.
“Forward!”
“Release their hands!”
Her hands were free now…
“Pull out your dress…”

Obediently, she took her dress by the waist and pulled it over her head..
“..or the workmen will do it!”
Apparently, Mari and Danica were hesitating.
“PULL IT OUT!”
Mari uttered a protest. Then she and Danica obeyed. The blue dresses were dropped on the ground and taken away.
“Take off that gown!”

All four stood frozen for a moment. Under their gown, they wore nothing. They knew in advance, the sentence would be given on their naked bodies. But with the order given, they were seized by hesitation and shame.
“What’s the matter with you, whores!? Two months ago, you had much less trouble stripping in public! TAKE OFF THAT GOWN! NOW!”

The raised voice had its effect. In their two months of imprisonment, Milena and her companions had been drilled to obey orders. But it was nevertheless something they never got used to. Reluctantly, and terrified, they removed their gown. In the distance sounded approving and obscene shouts from the onlookers.

Hands grabbed Milena’s arm. Barefoot and naked, she stepped to the rack. The workmen, on their knees, positioned her feet against straps, attached to the lowermost horizontal bar of the rack, and attached them firmly to her ankles. The same was done to Mari, Soreena and Danica.

Standing with her legs slightly spread, Milena realized she stood now immobilized. It gave her fear. The surrounding suddenly became threatening. The crowd seemed to come closer and closer.

Standing on a ladder, the workmen attached her wrists to straps hanging from the upper horizontal bar. Then, they pulled on the straps, until her body was stretched out, and with her heels lifted from the ground.

The flogging would be carried out by soldiers from the common army and the Landwehr. No soldier should give more than ten lashes, so the whip would always be in the hands of an unwearied arm. It was not difficult to find at least forty volunteers to do it. Several units had lost comrades in the rebellion, so there was a lot of them eager to give a few captured rebels some physical retaliation.

The sentence would be administered in increments. First, each of the women would be given a series of forty lashes. The interval between each stroke would be about thirty seconds. This first series would hence last about an hour and a half. After a brief pause, the next increment would be given, again with a time interval. After another pause, another twenty would follow, with just ten counts as interval. There would always one get flogged, while the other three had to wait, immobilized, having to hear the suffering of their friend. The whole punishment would take hours. It would be a long day for Mari, Soreena, Danica and Milena.

And then, there was also this weird twist, the judge had added to his verdict….

(to be continued)
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
And I often write long stories. I can't resist an historically correct backstory:

Flogged to death.

Gaius “Maximus”, was just finishing a truly massive lunch and looking forward to seeing one of the slave-whores in the other side of his favorite Taverna/Brothel. The best part of the sex to him was the screams of a very experienced slut as he jammed his oversized member into her cunt.

After a monstrous burp, his daydreams of violent fucking were interrupted by the sound of his partner, Decius, calling his name.

“Maximus! Wake up! We have a job to do. The Governor wants a criminal flogged to death.”

Fuck,” said Gaius. Can’t he wait? I want to relax a tightness in my loins!”

“No, he can’t. And neither will you when you hear who it is. Remember the Silurean Queen the troops captured yesterday? She’s the condemned.”

“Double Fuck!” said Gaius, drooling a little of half chewed mutton. “Why didn’t you say so at first? That tall girl with the black curls is one of the sexiest bitches I’ve ever seen! We will get to fuck her, won’t we?”

The Governor didn’t say no,” winked Decius. He slapped his friend on the rear. Given that Maximus stood well over six feet and Decius barely 5’ 3”, that was about as high as he could reach. No one knew for sure whether Gaius’s nickname was due to his imposing height and strength, or to his legendary endowment. Either way, he was undeniably Maximus!

Decius never had a nickname, unless you count the name he had for less than a day a decade earlier. Then a large soldier in the same contubernium, squad, with Decius decided to name him Ratte, Rat. Actually, the name was fairly descriptive, but Decius responded with a frown and said, “I don’t like nicknames!” The other soldier didn’t get the message. As the eight men in the contubernium sat around the campfire that evening, he again called Decius, Ratte. Quietly but firmly, Decius asked the big man to step over into the trees. A moment later, the others heard a loud cry of pain. Decius emerged from the wood alone. He suggested that the other go “clean up the mess.” They found the other soldier with a broken nose, a broken arm and moaning in pain, holding his groin with his one good arm. He never really healed and was discharged from the legion shortly after. No one afterwards ever tried giving Decius a nickname.

Five years ago, their Centurion paired Decius and Gaius on a punishment detail to flog a deserter. He thought it was a good joke to pair the midget with the giant.

Between Gaius’s strength that could break a strong man’s ribs with a blow of the flagrum, and Decius’ cleverly diabolical sadism, they had destroyed the man within 30 minutes. The Centurion rushed to stop them, but the deserter died within the hour.

From then on, Decius and Gaius were the go to guys for punishment in Legio II Augusta. The legion was stationed in Britannia, having spent the last two years campaigning to finally subdue the fierce Silures tribe. They occupied one of the three permanent Roman forts in Britannia, Isca Augusta, in what is now South Wales.

Gaius stuffed the last of the lamb in his mouth, guzzled a half-flagon of strong ale and accompanied his friend to the Governor’s residence.

Governor Sextus Julius Frontinus was justly proud of his victories over the Silures. They had been a thorn in the Roman’s side for thirty years in South West Britain. He was slated to receive a special honor from the Emperor Vespasian for the work.

All Romans in Britannia vividly remembered the revolt of Boudica even fifteen years after the events. A woman leader had nearly defeated the mighty legions of Rome. Now an eerily similar revolt had almost happened here in Frontinus’s territory. Iatta, daughter of the last Silures chieftain, had begun raising a resistance to wage guerilla warfare against the conquerors. Fortunately, generous use of Roman gold (stolen from the Britons) loosed several tongues and allowed Iatta’s capture before her movement really could get started.

Sextus quickly judged her guilty of treason and sentenced her to death. In a moment of levity, he offered her the choice between naked crucifixion or naked flogging to death. Iatta, like most Celts had a repulsion to death on a tree as trees were sacred symbols of life. Therefore, she chose the flogging. Hence Sextus sent for Decius and Gaius.

TO BE CONTINUED
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Whoa, awesome start! Just don't tear the queen apart in 30 minutes...
 
Loxuru said:
1848 – Aftermath of the rebellion (2).

Temesvar, Kingdom Of Hungary, August 1848.

“… condemned to hundred lashes in public, on the naked body…”

Milena heard the reading of the verdict, far away (it seemed), addressing her and her companions, and the crowd and the soldiers. Even more far away (it seemed).

It was a typical hot, dry August day. There had not been much rain the last weeks, and a warm breeze created clouds of dust over the sandy square, where the Royal Landwehr militia used to drill. And was not even ten a.m.

Milena tried to chase away her scary thoughts. She was scared, really scared! Hundred lashes was not nothing. Twenty or thirty was the rule for a public flogging. She knew she faced the possibility not to survive it. One chance in four to be death this evening. No, there were no odds! There could be two or three or all four deaths! Lashes would be given by increments, even on a dead body! And even those who survived, still risked to die within a few days. It was not about chances, it was about individual strength.

The reading of the verdict was finished. The official who read it, took again position next to his colleague still standing in attention. They nodded to each other and then the latter ordered :
“Start preparations!”

The Landwehr men grabbed Milena’s arms more firmly.
“Out of your boots!” a workman ordered. With his help, Milena stepped out of her boots.
“Forward!”
“Release their hands!”
Her hands were free now…
“Pull out your dress…”

Obediently, she took her dress by the waist and pulled it over her head..
“..or the workmen will do it!”
Apparently, Mari and Danica were hesitating.
“PULL IT OUT!”
Mari uttered a protest. Then she and Danica obeyed. The blue dresses were dropped on the ground and taken away.
“Take off that gown!”

All four stood frozen for a moment. Under their gown, they wore nothing. They knew in advance, the sentence would be given on their naked bodies. But with the order given, they were seized by hesitation and shame.
“What’s the matter with you, whores!? Two months ago, you had much less trouble stripping in public! TAKE OFF THAT GOWN! NOW!”

The raised voice had its effect. In their two months of imprisonment, Milena and her companions had been drilled to obey orders. But it was nevertheless something they never got used to. Reluctantly, and terrified, they removed their gown. In the distance sounded approving and obscene shouts from the onlookers.

Hands grabbed Milena’s arm. Barefoot and naked, she stepped to the rack. The workmen, on their knees, positioned her feet against straps, attached to the lowermost horizontal bar of the rack, and attached them firmly to her ankles. The same was done to Mari, Soreena and Danica.

Standing with her legs slightly spread, Milena realized she stood now immobilized. It gave her fear. The surrounding suddenly became threatening. The crowd seemed to come closer and closer.

Standing on a ladder, the workmen attached her wrists to straps hanging from the upper horizontal bar. Then, they pulled on the straps, until her body was stretched out, and with her heels lifted from the ground.

The flogging would be carried out by soldiers from the common army and the Landwehr. No soldier should give more than ten lashes, so the whip would always be in the hands of an unwearied arm. It was not difficult to find at least forty volunteers to do it. Several units had lost comrades in the rebellion, so there was a lot of them eager to give a few captured rebels some physical retaliation.

The sentence would be administered in increments. First, each of the women would be given a series of forty lashes. The interval between each stroke would be about thirty seconds. This first series would hence last about an hour and a half. After a brief pause, the next increment would be given, again with a time interval. After another pause, another twenty would follow, with just ten counts as interval. There would always one get flogged, while the other three had to wait, immobilized, having to hear the suffering of their friend. The whole punishment would take hours. It would be a long day for Mari, Soreena, Danica and Milena.

And then, there was also this weird twist, the judge had added to his verdict….

(to be continued)
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Excellent beginning! This is a true judicial sentence. Hmmmm...this "twist" has definitely piqued my curiousity....
 
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