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GabriellaSivilla

Magistrate
No ancient times were not more violent than now. History records the drama, the moments of impact and the morbid fascination we have for the dark side of human nature. No one ever wrote a book about a life of uneventful peace and eternal tranquility, well they might have but it's probably so dull no one else read it! Away from the politics and the battles I'm sure farming in some rural backwater somewhere was just as tedious as working nine to five is now. Neither is slavery dead, but this is the wrong place to bring that up without risking a storm of indignant justification, so forget I wrote that please!

Yes I suppose you are being realistic up to a point in describing how you visualise tearing apart a living human body but you can't know what that feels like, so to write a story for the sexual gratification of your audience, assuming you do know cannot be realistic. Worse, never in a million years can anyone who hasn't been tortured understand how it feels. Isn't the erotic power in being tortured in the fear before hand, in the journey from being caught stealing coins in the first place to being locked onto the whipping post where that end was a certainty all the way through. Would Gabrielle have known from the moment she was apprehended that she might be flogged to death? Her fear is where the thrill in her story lies, not in the gory detail of the sad and sorry death itself, if you ask me.

Well, as a matter of fact, ancient times WERE more violent than now. There are dozens of ways to put that in evidence, one has just to look at history. Or maybe you are compelled to go at war and kill your enemies by stubbing a sword in their guts and looking at them die? Or from time to time you bring your childern in the market square to wathc people being killed in the most horrible ways? How many times your city has been put to siege in the last twenty years and the whole population has been killed? Or maybe you live in a country where the ius primae noctis still hold? By the way, some of the greatest pieces of literature coming from the ancient world ARE about a quiteful life in the countryside (remember the "Bucolica"?)

About your personal tastes, nice, now we are aware of them, you are welcome to write any story you like, or anything else according to what you prefer. Personally I am not interested at all in those details about the fear, the "recoil from the sound of my cell door clanking open", or things like that, since I found all that stuff a big turn off for me. But it's my personal view, I would never write that in a thread where you or somebody wrote a story following the style that you like About my descriptions, well, I tried to write what I felt realistic, based on what I know, thanks for the appreciation... :)
 

JoeyRainbow

Executioner
Isn't the erotic power in being tortured in the fear before hand, in the journey from being caught stealing coins in the first place to being locked onto the whipping post where that end was a certainty all the way through
I wouldn't know, I'm a Dom/Sadist, not a masochist, but I think for many people the pain is (at least in part) the source of the thrill.
Her fear is where the thrill in her story lies, not in the gory detail of the sad and sorry death itself, if you ask me.
I agree, that's I guess why my mind tends to gently fade my fantasies when they go in that direction... it is mostly in facing those dark possibilities ... and that's sometimes why I'll disconnect in following certain types of story when they get to the 'red meat' part...
For me, as the observer, I love the gory detail of the sad and sorry dying. The process of someone being tortured to death is hot; the pain, the humiliation, the fear, the powerlessness. But I'm not into corpses. The moment they die, I lose interest. But different strokes and all that, if you lose interest when the torture begins, that's okay too. Many of the stories / picture collections on here have both the gory bits and the build up to that, so everyone wins!
 

KurvyKate

Magistrate
Well, as a matter of fact, ancient times WERE more violent than now. There are dozens of ways to put that in evidence, one has just to look at history. Or maybe you are compelled to go at war and kill your enemies by stubbing a sword in their guts and looking at them die? Or from time to time you bring your childern in the market square to wathc people being killed in the most horrible ways? How many times your city has been put to siege in the last twenty years and the whole population has been killed? Or maybe you live in a country where the ius primae noctis still hold? By the way, some of the greatest pieces of literature coming from the ancient world ARE about a quiteful life in the countryside (remember the "Bucolica"?)

About your personal tastes, nice, now we are aware of them, you are welcome to write any story you like, or anything else according to what you prefer. Personally I am not interested at all in those details about the fear, the "recoil from the sound of my cell door clanking open", or things like that, since I found all that stuff a big turn off for me. But it's my personal view, I would never write that in a thread where you or somebody wrote a story following the style that you like About my descriptions, well, I tried to write what I felt realistic, based on what I know, thanks for the appreciation... :)

All that stabbing in guts and villages under siege and genocide IS still happening, in the Middle East, Afghanistan, Myanmar and others......... Read "My Name Is Malala" or Google Malala Yousafzai. She was shot in the head by the Taliban on a school bus at point blank range for, and I kid you not, going to school. How medieval is that?

OK, my profound apologies if I offended you. I'm sorry. I wouldn't mind if you criticised my style. I'd be OK if you wrote that you thought I'd missed the point or that I'd gone too far or not far enough. I wouldn't consider that to be negative because it's helpful to know who likes or dislikes what I write. I do take criticism on board, for me, it's just as valuable as praise. Again I'm sorry, I honestly didn't mean any offence.

Kate XX
 
Some of the best commentary and expression of feelings I've ever read here on the forum! I suppose overall I side with Kurvy Kate but I completely understand the other side of the fantasy coin. I just think females are too beautiful and special to completely destroy in my fantasies. I love the lead up to her punishment and how her mind and body are reacting to what is to come.
 

twonines

Senator
One of the great strengths of this Forum is that it allows people to indulge their fantasies to a level with which they feel comfortable.If a story or picture seems unpalatable, then we can ignore it.
I personally don`t enjoy the description or depiction of violent deaths,although sometimes the events leading up them can be stimulating,but I have no problem with those that do enjoy them,it is only fantasy,after all.
So,Kate pick out what you enjoy and ignore the rest.Continue to enjoy those submissive fantasies and share them with us when you can.
 

KurvyKate

Magistrate
Some of the best commentary and expression of feelings I've ever read here on the forum! I suppose overall I side with Kurvy Kate but I completely understand the other side of the fantasy coin. I just think females are too beautiful and special to completely destroy in my fantasies. I love the lead up to her punishment and how her mind and body are reacting to what is to come.

I think humans are too beautiful to completely destroy anywhere! Maybe I wanted to say that even though the emotions we feel might be evoked by pure and impossible fantasy, the emotions are real for having been felt by us. I mean you can lay there in bed with your hand in your pyjamas (!) flailing someone to death in your head and have a lovely time, if that's your thing, but then you either ignore or invent your very own personal idea of your martyr's suffering. Because that's your fantasy and it's so personal, it's extremely hard to translate that into the written word and have it understood exactly as you felt it by someone else. I've written lots of stories like that and try not to in case someone I know reads them!

However on the subject of fear, lots of people have experienced that and know what it feels like. So if you want to write what being condemned to death feels like, a large proportion of your readers are halfway there already. Then, if they get that, it's possible to nudge a reader's imagination to extrapolate that fear, escalating it to a near death intensity. Are you intrigued by hopelessness? Have you seen the accused and sentenced stand forlorn and compliant on the gallows, waiting for the noose to be placed round their necks. Is that resignation? After the outrage, the "Why me?" the despair and the abandonment of the will to fight back, does some sort of serene acceptance come? Are you going to tell me your heroine could never be as beautiful as she is at the moment?

Would you leave your genitals alone for a moment and start again with a new adventure for her? If you didn't need to get up early for work the next morning?
 

KurvyKate

Magistrate
One of the great strengths of this Forum is that it allows people to indulge their fantasies to a level with which they feel comfortable.If a story or picture seems unpalatable, then we can ignore it.
I personally don`t enjoy the description or depiction of violent deaths,although sometimes the events leading up them can be stimulating,but I have no problem with those that do enjoy them,it is only fantasy,after all.
So,Kate pick out what you enjoy and ignore the rest.Continue to enjoy those submissive fantasies and share them with us when you can.

I do enjoy mine and the submissive fantasies of others. You are of course absolutely right, I should not judge. However it fascinates me that some stories I've read, even though they're not the sort of thing which I thought would push my buttons, still thrill me. How did the author do that? For example there's a story in a thread on here about Catherine whose parents were killed in the US civil war who then had to run the family farm down south somewhere on her own. Apparently she was a pretty little thing and when her farm was raided by Union soldiers for food they took her as well. I could be wrong because I've only read a few paragraphs but its really written beautifully, they were a joy. Although the story is about whipping Catherine for the sake of our sexual gratification, the quality of the read enhances its erotic appeal shed loads.

The point is, in order to understand what works and what doesn't, and why, you have to read everything. There's art on this site, it isn't porn!
 

silence

Onlooker
"Commander, we will leave in half an hour. Let the men relieve themselves. We are going to march for days!" It is his deputy who has approached him, just before he was about to give the order to resume hitting her, to scourge her battered body again. Gabriella is there, unconscious, her crimson blood flowing slowly down her hips, dripping slowly onto the sand and accumulating in puddles, her life ebbing away with it. The deputy approaches her, grabs her blonde hair and turns her head towards him. She doesn't open her eyes, but breathes slowly, gasping. He watches again the horrible wounds on his back, then he turns to his commander: "She's already half dead sir. She'll die in a while. Let's give the men some relief."

The centurion hesitates. He has enjoyed seeing her writhing and screaming under the whiplashes, it excited him. His cock is very hard, too. "But now she is on the ground" he thinks "she will not get up, there is little fun now, and she's got her lesson."

He nods, and immediately his deputy gives orders to untie her. No need to shout at the men. As soon as they see the nod of their leader, they hurry up around the pole, like a pack of wolves that finally could reach their prey. There are many, five or six. They quickly untie the ropes around her wrists, take her by the arms and lift her. At the beginning she is a dead weight, and they have to pass her arms over the shoulders of two of the soldiers to support her, then one approaches and starts slapping her face: "Hey hey, wake up ... wake up, hey hey, come on, up up! "

A few seconds pass and Gabriella opens her eyes. She breathes heavily, then a groan of pain comes from her lips, which becomes stronger and higher: "aaaahh aaaahhh AAAAAAAAHHHHHH AAAAAAHHHHH!" she shouts when the excruciating pain of her flagellated back explodes again in her head. They start dragging her, they move towards the palace, drops of blood falling down her long legs and, from time to time, wetting the sand. The deputy realizes where they are going and stops them: "Not there! Go to the warehouse, or to the horse stable!" They change direction, and a man behind her looks her round ass and takes the opportunity to give her a resounding spanking, which echoes in the courtyard.

They push her into the stable. The stench is intense, it wakes her up even more, her eyes look around, picking up some details: straw, here and there, the horses, on the far side, and poles marking the stalls. Then she closes his eyes and moans again, they have shoved her, a hand of the soldiers on her back, right on one of the deep wounds: "aaaaAAAAHHH AAAAAHHHH". Her whole back is on fire, her legs, her shoulders. The pain is excruciating, terrible, she feels weak, her head is spinning, she struggles to breathe, her ribs hurt like hell.

"Where do we put her?" she hears a voice behind her say. "There, there," says another. One takes a blanket from a horse, throws it on the ground. They push Gabriella abruptly, they make her kneel, then they put a wooden box in front of her thighs, and they bend her over it. A soldier behind her spreads her legs. She does not resist. She has no strength left, barely able to remain conscious.

"Come on, bugger her, make her scream!" a voice says somewhere around Gabriella, perhaps to her right. A soldier approaches quickly, she feels his hands spread her buttocks. She feels the tip of his cock pressing on her ass, and tries to wriggle: "nnnaahhhhh", but her movement is weak, and, as soon as she tries to straighten her back the wounds, the damaged muscles, the torn skin, the bruised ribs cause an explosion in her head of a cacophony of blinding pain. Someone grabs her hair: "stay calm, little one."

The soldier's cock suddenly enters her, and it's as if a wooden pole had been inserted into her hitherto virgin ass. The soldier has spat on his hand and lubricated his cock with it, but, nevertheless, the muscles of her small hole open up in sharp pain as the soldier pushes to violently sodomize her: "aaaaAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!". The expression on her face reveals all her pain and her wonder at this new way to torment her.

The soldier starts pumping hard, letting his long hard cock move inside her, while he and the others enjoy the cries of pain of the girl, who vainly tries to break free from the brute that dominates her and is wildly penetrating her. Another soldier takes a whip used for the horses, thin, long and flexible, and strikes her on the back with incredible cruelty, taking care to hit one of the hideous wounds that devastate her tender flesh. The scream is horrifying: "aaaaarrrAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" and resounds loudly in the stable, but it is immediately submerged by the screams of excited soldiers: "Come on, come on!", From the insults: "Whore, you deserved it!", From the rhythmic noise of the fuck: "flock flock flock"

They hit her again. And again. And again. And every time she yells: "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH", blinded by pain, her blood wetting the clothes, the faces and the hands of the soldiers, and eliciting laughter. He keeps on fucking her wildly, his hard cock wrapped and massaged by her tender flesh, excited by the screams of the girl writhing in pain just between his hands. He explodes almost immediately, his sperm invading her ass, hot and sticky. When he gets out of her, she remains inert on the box, gasping.

The soldiers watch at her for a moment. Then, immediately, the second soldier arrives: it is Rufus, the Nubian who whipped her when she was tied to the pole. He lowers his pants and the black cock is there, straight and rock hard, some white liquid revealing that he has already cum, or at least was about to do it. He kneels, to find the right position. Gabriella is there, she doesn't move, she breathes heavily, her eyes closed.

Just when he is about to press against her asshole, a soldier approaches Gabriella in front, lifts her head by her blond hair, and passes a bottle with salts under her nose. The disgusting smell of rotten eggs penetrates her nostrils. She suddenly opens her eyes and gasps, taking deep breaths, clearing up her brain. It is then that Rufus leans on his weight and presses hard. Gabriella feels the piercing pain of the penetration, and the cock that gets inside her, long, rock hard. This time the muscles of her asshole can't accommodate the big cock that is entering, and her asshole tears apart as she is ass-raped, a gush of blood streaming from her tortured hole. Gabriella screams desperately: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" while a soldier takes the opportunity and lashes her again, on her battered shoulders.

The force of the blow pushes her against the wooden box, just as Rufus grunts with pleasure at feeling his member wrapped in her flesh. He waits a moment, and then starts pumping, with sharp and firm strokes, feeling the girl's body shudder every time he pushes in. The soldiers around watch the scene and insult her: "Come on, force it, smash it" "Break her ass!" Then one takes the whip and cruelly strikes her, three times, hitting the skin torn by deep wounds, rejoicing at the blood that soaks the whip, at the screams of pain of her, who finds just the strength just to lift the torso, showing in the movement her turgid tits : "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH aaaaaaaaAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

They go on for some minutes, the Nubian fucking her violently, the soldiers hitting her with the whip on her macerated back. The scene is hellish. A small blonde girl, her back devastated by the flagrum, her tender flesh streaked with deep crimson furrows, her skin and underlying tissues gouged out where the hooks and the metallic shards have bite bitten her meat. Around her the soldiers, savoring her suffering, reaching in turn for her, to slap her on her face, to dig their dirty nails in the wounds in her back, to reach down and grope her tits and tweak her nipples, to hit her with the whip and make her scream her distressing screams. And in the meantime a big black man behind her keeps her legs and buttocks spread and pumps her hard, leaning on with his weight on her to have his member, coated with the warm blood from her broken arsehole, penetrate her to the hilt.


Gabriella dies while Rufus is buggering her, his hard and long black cock deep in her tender flesh. They have just given her another lash on her back, and now her heart seems to beat wildly, and suddenly her vision becomes blurred. She tries to inhale, but she fails, her lungs suddenly seem not to work. She feels piercing pangs in her heart, and she cries in pain, a muffled cry, now she has little air in her lungs: "aaaaHHHH AhhhhAAHHH". Rufus continues to pump, his hard cock that moves rhythmically and smashes her ass, and she moans again, her last screams that progressively die in her throat: "aaahh AAAHH AAHh AH ..."

Gabriella collapses on the box, her eyes wide open. She no longer breathes. Rufus feels that the girl has suddenly become a dead weight, but he keeps on, his balls stiffening at the base of his cock just before he explodes, the last blows given violently on the girl's flesh. When he has flooded her ass with his cum, he gets out of her. A soldier approaches her. He passes the salts back under her nose, but fails to provoke any reaction. He feels her breath. He feels her throat to find any beating. Nothing.

"The whore is dead. Let's go!" And they leave towards the exit, leaving the ravaged and bloodied naked body of Gabriella lying motionless in the dirt.
From the beginning to the end an impressive written history with great attention to detail!
 

KageKamen

Governor
Yes and no. I'm not happy with rape, exploitation, genuine slavery, oppression and the subjugation of women as fun subjects to write about, but I can't deny that I'm turned on by the fear, threat and dread that being in these situations evokes. So for me there has to be some mechanism in the plot of a story to blend in an element of consent and deny the actual death or torture while still supporting the idea that it could happen.

In this case, if I got caught stealing coins and I knew I faced a public flogging, I'd like to be treated unfairly and swept along in a system which would ensure I had no choices or hope of justice but I'd write it in such a way that I'd concentrate on my fears. I'd seek to express the erotic drama for my readers by allowing them to feel my terror. It's good enough, if not better to imply that the Roman prison guards might mercilessly fuck my brains out dry, rather than actually describe them doing it. There is a case for less is more here! Wouldn't you like to read about how I recoil from the sound of my cell door clanking open, horrified that this time they're going to come for me? Wouldn't you like to read about how they tease and taunt me, humiliating me by stripping me to watch me naked or making me offer myself to be touched for food, knowing that sooner or later that's not going to satisfy them? There's a sweeter drama in the uncertainty of fear than there is in the brutal truth of ramming a soldiers cock into me! Don't you think?

I'd be thrilled by believing that the flogger would tear me apart before it did, so it doesn't have to right? It's enough to know it could have, isn't it?
It is for you - but other people find their pleasure in diffrent but close places. Even similar kinks rarely overlap exactly.
 
Would say toward the end...

There is little left to see the girl completely flayed from behind and lying on the ground as a human spoil, dead! I also think that half of the spanking should damage and destroy her front part. May her breasts and belly not escape the whip, flayed also ahead!

Note: Forgive me Gabriella if I've been a bit rough, but it also turns me on to see the girl in chains, with her bloody back resting on the post to be flogged in front.
 

JoeyRainbow

Executioner
There is little left to see the girl completely flayed from behind and lying on the ground as a human spoil, dead! I also think that half of the spanking should damage and destroy her front part. May her breasts and belly not escape the whip, flayed also ahead!

Note: Forgive me Gabriella if I've been a bit rough, but it also turns me on to see the girl in chains, with her bloody back resting on the post to be flogged in front.

There's no reason to spare tits, tummy or twat when you're torturing someone to death.
 

Excuro

Onlooker
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