-
Sign up or login, and you'll have full access to opportunities of forum.
Gabriella In Kytherramne
- Thread starter andy01
- Start date
Perhaps not, but you can always be a reader.
GabriellaSivilla
Governor
"Get the cross-beam ready! MOVE!"
Gabriella felts the ropes untied around her arms, and moaned softly from pain as blood come back in her wrists and hands. Then she remained there, naked in the mud, her lithe body marked from abuse, sobbing from the shock and the pain, as the soldiers grabbed the hurt-beam, HER hurt-beam and threw it closer to the stipe. She barely opened her eyes, looked at it and sobbed bitterly again.
"I said move BITCH, MOVE!" as the lictor kicked her in her ankles, making her wince on the ground. She remained there, gasping and sobbing.
"oh shit! The bitch does not even understand what's happening! Get her, let's wake her up!"
She felt two soldiers grabbing her hands, straightening her up, letting her kneel with her arms spread wide, like she were already on the cross she had to climb up soon. She just felt it, barely conscious, her vision blurred, like her mind was trying to find refuge from all the horror and abuse she was suffering by escaping in some remote corner of its own.
SPPLAAASHH! She gasped, opening her mouth and her eyes, blubbing incoherently. Then she retched, as the foul smelling mix of urine and water that the lictor had splashed in her face slowly dripped down her body on the floor. "aaahhh, look, we also cleaned up your face, bitch!" as she cried, feeling the mud drip down with urine and water from her cheeks, his words almost submerged in the taunts and cat-calls from the mob.
She was still barely conscious. She did not even notice one of the bright young things, hurrying closer to the lictor, so eager to help, whispering something in his ear and giving him a flask of a potion.
She just felt somebody grabbing her jaw and keeping her mouth open and the bitter liquid poured in her mouth so that she had to gulp it all. Then, all of sudden, it was like a lightening bolt exploded in her head! She opened her eyes wide, her vision so clear now, her mind crystal, her senses so acute. And with her senses back, the pain came back, and she screamed "aaaaAAHHHH" a high pitched scream from the top of her lungs.
"Ah ah ah, you are back with us, eh bitch! Back for your cross!"
She could sense everything. She could sense the shingles under her knees, the callous hands of the soldiers keeping her arms wide, the welts on her back, the cool morning air on her body, her blood mixed with the cum of countless men slowly dripping down her inner thighs.
And she could notice the nod of the lictor at the woman, another of those bright young things eager to help, who rapidly approached her and painted red her tender nipples: "so that every men in the mob will be willing to suck at them while you will be up your tree of shame, Gabby". She felt every hair in the brush on her sensitive flesh. And she felt the glob of saliva that the soldier spat on her: "you do not seem so noble now, eh, bitch?" land on her forehead and slide down her face, as she cried like a baby.
"Okay, let's nail her!"
Sweet sweet kisses
Gabriella
Gabriella felts the ropes untied around her arms, and moaned softly from pain as blood come back in her wrists and hands. Then she remained there, naked in the mud, her lithe body marked from abuse, sobbing from the shock and the pain, as the soldiers grabbed the hurt-beam, HER hurt-beam and threw it closer to the stipe. She barely opened her eyes, looked at it and sobbed bitterly again.
"I said move BITCH, MOVE!" as the lictor kicked her in her ankles, making her wince on the ground. She remained there, gasping and sobbing.
"oh shit! The bitch does not even understand what's happening! Get her, let's wake her up!"
She felt two soldiers grabbing her hands, straightening her up, letting her kneel with her arms spread wide, like she were already on the cross she had to climb up soon. She just felt it, barely conscious, her vision blurred, like her mind was trying to find refuge from all the horror and abuse she was suffering by escaping in some remote corner of its own.
SPPLAAASHH! She gasped, opening her mouth and her eyes, blubbing incoherently. Then she retched, as the foul smelling mix of urine and water that the lictor had splashed in her face slowly dripped down her body on the floor. "aaahhh, look, we also cleaned up your face, bitch!" as she cried, feeling the mud drip down with urine and water from her cheeks, his words almost submerged in the taunts and cat-calls from the mob.
She was still barely conscious. She did not even notice one of the bright young things, hurrying closer to the lictor, so eager to help, whispering something in his ear and giving him a flask of a potion.
She just felt somebody grabbing her jaw and keeping her mouth open and the bitter liquid poured in her mouth so that she had to gulp it all. Then, all of sudden, it was like a lightening bolt exploded in her head! She opened her eyes wide, her vision so clear now, her mind crystal, her senses so acute. And with her senses back, the pain came back, and she screamed "aaaaAAHHHH" a high pitched scream from the top of her lungs.
"Ah ah ah, you are back with us, eh bitch! Back for your cross!"
She could sense everything. She could sense the shingles under her knees, the callous hands of the soldiers keeping her arms wide, the welts on her back, the cool morning air on her body, her blood mixed with the cum of countless men slowly dripping down her inner thighs.
And she could notice the nod of the lictor at the woman, another of those bright young things eager to help, who rapidly approached her and painted red her tender nipples: "so that every men in the mob will be willing to suck at them while you will be up your tree of shame, Gabby". She felt every hair in the brush on her sensitive flesh. And she felt the glob of saliva that the soldier spat on her: "you do not seem so noble now, eh, bitch?" land on her forehead and slide down her face, as she cried like a baby.
"Okay, let's nail her!"
Sweet sweet kisses
Gabriella
andy01
Magistrate
Oh Gabriella, I was making a snowman on the mountain, threw a snowball in delight and started an avalanche.
andy01
Magistrate
Look, look well oh wolves, for Gabriella is giving tongue
andy01
Magistrate
Her voice howls like the wolf in its triumph, howls like the dog in a trap
GabriellaSivilla
Governor
This just keeps getting more intense!I feel quite sorry for young Gabriella now.
I made a bit of a manip picture, inspired by this story. It's a couple of episodes behind now: Gabriella arrives at the execution ground:
View attachment 417239
wow Jollyrei, so nice! Thaaaaanksssss!
Sweet sweet kisses
Gabriella
GabriellaSivilla
Governor
Oh oh Andy, Andy! You are an exceptional writer! I am just giving humble to my feelings. I kneel down in front of You: "Do whatever you want of me"...
andy01
Magistrate
Her father’s face had dribbled like melted wax. Her splendid lover had been eaten by fishes. The nameless things that had taken her father’s place had condemned her. Her cheap-bought friends had turned upon her in cheap-bought spite. The fetid mob were jeering and exulting’
And on her cross the skivvy exulted. Through reddened eyes she had seen the long haired Gabriella dragged to the killing ground, the high-nosed bitch so far above her, seen her forced down and sheared and raped. The skivvy was nailed to a cross and dying, pain ripping through every nerve, hardly able to see for pain, but she saw the rich bitch forced to kneel, saw her degraded.
And on her cross the skivvy exulted. Through reddened eyes she had seen the long haired Gabriella dragged to the killing ground, the high-nosed bitch so far above her, seen her forced down and sheared and raped. The skivvy was nailed to a cross and dying, pain ripping through every nerve, hardly able to see for pain, but she saw the rich bitch forced to kneel, saw her degraded.
Frank Petrexa
Tribune
This seems to be turning into something of a group project, so let me make a suggestion. Maybe everyone should get what they deserve. Specifically, as Herennius goes into exile in Africa accompanied by Mira (by land or sea--no Suez Canal), maybe his party can be bushwacked (right, "Pahdnuh", I grew up in Arizona) by brigands, robbed, and crucified in a remote location? Maybe that's another story.
andy01
Magistrate
The cook howled and convulsed in terror, struggling to push up.
Her gross weight dragged her down to hang on her arms.
The hairs on her right armpit shifted in shape, the black thatch elongating at first slowly then suddenly. The round curve of her arm hollowed and stretched. Her body swung lopsidedly.
“Hey, the cook’s popping,” Rufy said. “That’s one shoulder gone. She’s had it now.”
Then the other shoulder collapsed under her weight. You could see the bone pop out from its socket.
Her body sank slowly, jerking.
She screeched, mouth gaping, eyes bulging as if to jolt from their sockets. Her breasts bounced on her chest as she struggled for air.
Foam filled her mouth, spewed down, spurted.
It took her seventeen minutes to die.
Her gross weight dragged her down to hang on her arms.
The hairs on her right armpit shifted in shape, the black thatch elongating at first slowly then suddenly. The round curve of her arm hollowed and stretched. Her body swung lopsidedly.
“Hey, the cook’s popping,” Rufy said. “That’s one shoulder gone. She’s had it now.”
Then the other shoulder collapsed under her weight. You could see the bone pop out from its socket.
Her body sank slowly, jerking.
She screeched, mouth gaping, eyes bulging as if to jolt from their sockets. Her breasts bounced on her chest as she struggled for air.
Foam filled her mouth, spewed down, spurted.
It took her seventeen minutes to die.
shastar
Tribune
andy01
Magistrate
Suddenly the choking roars that had reverberated through the hollow stopped. The cook hung on the tree of shame, the folds of her belly still shaking from her final convulsion.
The air seemed sticky and lifeless, overheated as if the sun’s rays concentrated in that dusty bowl and could not escape. Sweat trickled.
But Gabriella was cold, shaking with cold though sweat ran from every pore, chill, clammy sweat. Her teeth were chattering.
She lay face down, sobbing, grass seeds and dust invading her.
“All right you men, nobody told you to stop working.”
Gabrielle felt them lifting the hurt beam.
There is a reason it is called that. Her arms were twisted up behind it, roped. As they lifted it and dragged her along it seemed it would wrench her arms from their sockets.
Clumps of coarse grass hit her face and dangling breasts as they pulled her towards the post, screaming in pain and terror. Her legs bounced behind her. She tried to jam her toes into the earth. The watchers on the edge of the hollow saw her legs straddle apart, winced at the reddened flesh so many of them had played with, that her maid Lucia had smoothed with pumice and oils that morning.
“That reminds me,” said Mira. “Regulus, go to the Servilius house. There’s a cosmeta there I’ve always wanted. Have her taken to our villa at once before someone else gets hold of her. If anyone tries to stop you, tell them they’ll be down there beside their mistress before they know what’s hit them.”
* * *
Gabriella lay in front of the post, naked, bruised, sobbing. She heard the crucified slave screeching.
She felt them untie her left wrist, squealed in pain as they dragged the hurt-beam off her shoulders, twisting her right arm as they did so.
She heard the sergeant grunt in pain as he gingerly knelt down beside her.
She felt his horny hand probing the ragged sores on her arms and shoulders, then pressing bone-deep where arm met scapula, pushing into the joint.
“She’s all right,” he said comfortably. “Few welts and bruises, but the shoulder’s fine. Good strong joint. Good strong girl in fact. Nice slim waist and a good firm bum.” He slapped the ‘good firm bum’ resoundingly. “She’ll do fine.”
He clambered gingerly to his feet.
“Right, get her other arm untied and let’s get on with it”
The air seemed sticky and lifeless, overheated as if the sun’s rays concentrated in that dusty bowl and could not escape. Sweat trickled.
But Gabriella was cold, shaking with cold though sweat ran from every pore, chill, clammy sweat. Her teeth were chattering.
She lay face down, sobbing, grass seeds and dust invading her.
“All right you men, nobody told you to stop working.”
Gabrielle felt them lifting the hurt beam.
There is a reason it is called that. Her arms were twisted up behind it, roped. As they lifted it and dragged her along it seemed it would wrench her arms from their sockets.
Clumps of coarse grass hit her face and dangling breasts as they pulled her towards the post, screaming in pain and terror. Her legs bounced behind her. She tried to jam her toes into the earth. The watchers on the edge of the hollow saw her legs straddle apart, winced at the reddened flesh so many of them had played with, that her maid Lucia had smoothed with pumice and oils that morning.
“That reminds me,” said Mira. “Regulus, go to the Servilius house. There’s a cosmeta there I’ve always wanted. Have her taken to our villa at once before someone else gets hold of her. If anyone tries to stop you, tell them they’ll be down there beside their mistress before they know what’s hit them.”
* * *
Gabriella lay in front of the post, naked, bruised, sobbing. She heard the crucified slave screeching.
She felt them untie her left wrist, squealed in pain as they dragged the hurt-beam off her shoulders, twisting her right arm as they did so.
She heard the sergeant grunt in pain as he gingerly knelt down beside her.
She felt his horny hand probing the ragged sores on her arms and shoulders, then pressing bone-deep where arm met scapula, pushing into the joint.
“She’s all right,” he said comfortably. “Few welts and bruises, but the shoulder’s fine. Good strong joint. Good strong girl in fact. Nice slim waist and a good firm bum.” He slapped the ‘good firm bum’ resoundingly. “She’ll do fine.”
He clambered gingerly to his feet.
“Right, get her other arm untied and let’s get on with it”
Last edited:
shastar
Tribune
Nice attention... Utterly humiliating! (That's why I find that 'nice', I'm afraid...)
andy01
Magistrate
Years of mocking the watch, setting her bullies onto them, decent men beaten up in the back alleys they were trying to safeguard, years of misery were going to be paid back.
Things were going to be different now. With young Herennius out of the way and Gabriella Sivilla rotting on a dungheap the loathsome little shits wouldn’t be so cocky. The watch would get some respect at last.
He gestured to Dirennius who dropped heavily down on Gabriella’s belly, leaned over her gripping her shoulders, leaned down breathing his garlic and onion breath into her face.
“Let me go, let me go! I want to go home!”
Nosey and Julius grabbed her flailing arms, forced them down on the wood. Each gripped a forearm with one hand while the other pressed her fingers down, her slender wrists immobilised.
“Not there Nosey. Get her wrist out a bit more.”
His sandalled toe pointed to the spot on the beam he wanted.
Nosey didn’t lift her arm. Still pressing down he shoved it along the beam.
A thumbnail-sized splinter tore at the rope burns in her wrist. As Nosey got her positioned a red gush snailed along the dirty wood.
First blood to Nosey.
“Stop it, Oh stop! You’re hurting me.”
“Maxi, think you can nail her?”
She saw him kneel by her beam, a rusty nail in his hand. Saw him press the point against her wrist. Saw every ragged edge of its crudely hammered shape.
She saw the hammer rising and slam down.
It drove the nail half way through her wrist.
There was no pain as the hammer’s head bounced from the thick head of the nail.
Though she was sickeningly aware that her wrist bones had been torn apart, there was no pain as the hammer bounced upward. Only a dull ache.
She saw the nail sticking up from her wrist.
She saw her fingers curling like a claw, clawing toward the ball of aching pain. Pain that grew. Pain that swelled down her arm. Raging onward like the fire that had ravaged the hills last summer, tearing through village after village as the men tried and failed to quench it, as women and children fled screaming from it.
And the hammer was falling again, down, down towards the nail. The clang of its impact was duller as it drove the nail through her wrist and into the wood. She felt her bones forced apart. Felt the pain of ravaged bones and nerves explode in her brain.
Gabriella was screaming dementedly, her legs flailing, Dirennius was struggling to ride her, gasping foul breathed as he rammed her shoulders down on the trampled grass.
Again the hammer fell and the nail was driven a half inch further down.
Blood was welling, pooling in her palm beneath the crab-clawed fingers, trickling over her wrist.
Another blow and another. Driving the nail down to fix Gabriella Sivilla to the beam.
Again, again, until the head was tight against her flesh. Until the rusty nail was home and Gabriella Sivilla was joined forever to the beam.
Things were going to be different now. With young Herennius out of the way and Gabriella Sivilla rotting on a dungheap the loathsome little shits wouldn’t be so cocky. The watch would get some respect at last.
He gestured to Dirennius who dropped heavily down on Gabriella’s belly, leaned over her gripping her shoulders, leaned down breathing his garlic and onion breath into her face.
“Let me go, let me go! I want to go home!”
Nosey and Julius grabbed her flailing arms, forced them down on the wood. Each gripped a forearm with one hand while the other pressed her fingers down, her slender wrists immobilised.
“Not there Nosey. Get her wrist out a bit more.”
His sandalled toe pointed to the spot on the beam he wanted.
Nosey didn’t lift her arm. Still pressing down he shoved it along the beam.
A thumbnail-sized splinter tore at the rope burns in her wrist. As Nosey got her positioned a red gush snailed along the dirty wood.
First blood to Nosey.
“Stop it, Oh stop! You’re hurting me.”
“Maxi, think you can nail her?”
She saw him kneel by her beam, a rusty nail in his hand. Saw him press the point against her wrist. Saw every ragged edge of its crudely hammered shape.
She saw the hammer rising and slam down.
It drove the nail half way through her wrist.
There was no pain as the hammer’s head bounced from the thick head of the nail.
Though she was sickeningly aware that her wrist bones had been torn apart, there was no pain as the hammer bounced upward. Only a dull ache.
She saw the nail sticking up from her wrist.
She saw her fingers curling like a claw, clawing toward the ball of aching pain. Pain that grew. Pain that swelled down her arm. Raging onward like the fire that had ravaged the hills last summer, tearing through village after village as the men tried and failed to quench it, as women and children fled screaming from it.
And the hammer was falling again, down, down towards the nail. The clang of its impact was duller as it drove the nail through her wrist and into the wood. She felt her bones forced apart. Felt the pain of ravaged bones and nerves explode in her brain.
Gabriella was screaming dementedly, her legs flailing, Dirennius was struggling to ride her, gasping foul breathed as he rammed her shoulders down on the trampled grass.
Again the hammer fell and the nail was driven a half inch further down.
Blood was welling, pooling in her palm beneath the crab-clawed fingers, trickling over her wrist.
Another blow and another. Driving the nail down to fix Gabriella Sivilla to the beam.
Again, again, until the head was tight against her flesh. Until the rusty nail was home and Gabriella Sivilla was joined forever to the beam.
andy01
Magistrate
Gabriella was being crucified.
Time jerked in frozen slabs. While the boiling agony tore every nerve of her body.
She saw the man lever his legs up from his kneeling posture, saw how his calves shifted.
Saw him kneel at her other hand, pressed against the wood. Angle another nail.
Wildly she screamed as the hammer raised. Screamed as it fell, as the nail smashed the carpal tunnel. Screamed as it rose and hammered down, once and again and again.
As the pain boiled from another ruined arm. Tore her mind apart.
The little slut was screeching as the skivvy had done. The sergeant lifted his gaze from her flailing legs to take in the degenerates watching on the edge of the hollow. Oh the lesson was sinking in. One of the women there was vomiting. Learning she was not above the law. Yes, there would be more respect for the watch tomorrow.
The autarch’s daughter was being crucified. Wealth was no protection now. And crucifixion was horrible.
His lips snarled at them as the hammer clanged again.
He was Sergeant Eliaza of the Kytherammne Watch, and they would know him now.
Time jerked in frozen slabs. While the boiling agony tore every nerve of her body.
She saw the man lever his legs up from his kneeling posture, saw how his calves shifted.
Saw him kneel at her other hand, pressed against the wood. Angle another nail.
Wildly she screamed as the hammer raised. Screamed as it fell, as the nail smashed the carpal tunnel. Screamed as it rose and hammered down, once and again and again.
As the pain boiled from another ruined arm. Tore her mind apart.
The little slut was screeching as the skivvy had done. The sergeant lifted his gaze from her flailing legs to take in the degenerates watching on the edge of the hollow. Oh the lesson was sinking in. One of the women there was vomiting. Learning she was not above the law. Yes, there would be more respect for the watch tomorrow.
The autarch’s daughter was being crucified. Wealth was no protection now. And crucifixion was horrible.
His lips snarled at them as the hammer clanged again.
He was Sergeant Eliaza of the Kytherammne Watch, and they would know him now.
God almighty, Andy..... you're a man who knows how to write a crux scene! I am in awe!
I am personally very glad that Andy and Gabriella decided to come out of lurking and post this. Well worth the wait.