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jimsac

Tribune
The crowning
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The soldiers press a crown of thorns onto the head of the traitor @malins .
She gasps in pain as the dry thorns tear their way into her tender scalp. Dark blood pools on her forehead and then runs copiously in her eyes and down her face, dripping on her chest.
"Hail Queen Malin!"
"Hail Queen of Filth!"

The brutal men are about to clothe her with the scarlet cloak, when one of them, the official Scorpianus, pulls the cloth away, loudly exclaiming
"No, that is too much for her! Let's leave her naked and admire her regal body!"
Brandishing a two foot piece of bamboo stick that they sometimes use to beat their prisoners with, he holds it aloft in front of @malins 's bloodshot eyes
"Behold, slut - here is your scepter!"

And the soldiers yell with approval...
 

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phlebas

PRIMUS POENUS
Staff member
The crowning
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The soldiers press a crown of thorns onto the head of the traitor @malins .
She gasps in pain as the dry thorns tear their way into her tender scalp. Dark blood pools on her forehead and then runs copiously in her eyes and down her face, dripping on her chest.
"Hail Queen Malin!"
"Hail Queen of Filth!"

The brutal men are about to clothe her with the scarlet cloak, when one of them, the official Scorpianus, pulls the cloth away, loudly exclaiming
"No, that is too much for her! Let's leave her naked and admire her regal body!"
Brandishing a two foot piece of bamboo stick that they sometimes use to beat their prisoners with, he holds it aloft in front of @malins 's bloodshot eyes
"Behold, slut - here is your scepter!"

And the soldiers yell with approval...
Queen Malin, what are you queen of now? Degradation, filth, shame? Death? Admire her regal body, that which was once far above and beyond what we could hope to see. Now all is revealed, all exposed for our pleasure. Your suffering, likewise, will be for our pleasure. Soon, you will mount your new throne, one made of wood, it will raise you up for the people to admire you, their queen of suffering. Hail Malin, queen of suffering, queen of death.
 

malins

Stumbling Seeker
The soldiers press a crown of thorns onto the head of the traitor
I can't resist as they press down the ghastly thing.
All I can do is shriek incoherently and shoot looks defiance out of my eyes ... defiance that is so easily broken.

Right in this moment the pain registers less, than the annoyance of blood trickling down, running into my eyes.
I can hardly process what's being said around me,
the shouts, the taunts, the jeering and sneering
Queen this, queen that. Filth, naked, slut.

No, that is too much for her!
Someone says something about 'No, that is too much for her'
and for a moment my silly heart has hope
... are they going to spare me of something ...
.. are they going to maybe just march me around naked, whip and humiliate me ...
... but not ... crucify me!?!

It's silly and stupid!! -- I know and I realize it a split second later,
and I'm ashamed for even half-thinking that for even half a heartbeat ...

Stupid hope,
hope is what got me here,
the hope that something could be changed, something saved, something made better,

I should not have had that hope,
should just have hung my head low and trudged along,
never try to take matters in my own hands to make a difference.
Then I could still live,
but what kind of life would it be?

Malin, what are you queen of now? Degradation, filth, shame? Death?
Never ever was I queen of anything or claimed or aspired to be ...
but degradation, filth, shame and yes death ...
... that is what you throw at me!
It's not mine, ... it's yours!!
... and it's all you have to give!

I can't resist though, and that is what you make me,
you'll mount me and raise me on that deadly throne,
and because you want and make it so, I'll serve,
serve the wicked as their queen of suffering.
 

jimsac

Tribune
"Queen of Pain!"
"Queen of Shit!"

Scorpianus hits @malins on the face with the stick, splitting her lips and sending fresh blood down her face. "Take this, you slut!" he exclaims.

" Your pussy is so wet. You can't wait to be fucked again, can you, you bitch!" he says, as he hits her again and again.
 
Gods! My body aflame from the whipping.
Shivering and shuddering, eyes closed, breathing deeply, the fire still running through my veins.
Against the cold stone of the torture-post, cold that brings some relief.
I'm left alone for a while, unfettered, unguarded it seems -
they are off to take care of something ... get something ... for me.
It's not as if I would be going anywhere.
My legs are jelly, the notion that I could even so much as get up on my feet seems ridiculous.

This is only the beginning, I know.
They are going to crucify me.

When we started taking things over, picking up the reins of the kingdom that was running unguided as the court descended into madness debauchery and corruption ... when we started forging edicts and decrees ... rationally we should have known what would happen to us if things went wrong.
And they were bound to.
We just pretended it couldn't go wrong ...

Footfall in the corridor ...
Here they come ...
instinctively I cover myself, a silly gesture as they will take whatever they wish.

Oh no.
They're bringing one of those crown things...

The ones they put them on...
the ones they crown as mock queens ...
those they hurt the most.

Death on the cross is already agonizing beyond imagination ... but things can always get worse,
and dying as a mock queen on the throne of pain is a lot worse
than just being a criminal left to hang by nails from the wood.

Now I might have taken advantage of this or that opportunity,
but I never never never tried to usurp the title of queen!
If anything I was a servant, left without authority!
It's not fair!

Ugh, as if anything about getting crucified was ever going to be fair...
Is it sure that you have been flogged with the Roman scourge? Yes, that's how it is, look at the wounds from the whipping, because some of them may have cut your young flesh until it shows some bone. It's horrible, I know, but that's the Roman whip.
 
I can't resist as they press down the ghastly thing.
All I can do is shriek incoherently and shoot looks defiance out of my eyes ... defiance that is so easily broken.

Right in this moment the pain registers less, than the annoyance of blood trickling down, running into my eyes.
I can hardly process what's being said around me,
the shouts, the taunts, the jeering and sneering
Queen this, queen that. Filth, naked, slut.



Someone says something about 'No, that is too much for her'
and for a moment my silly heart has hope
... are they going to spare me of something ...
.. are they going to maybe just march me around naked, whip and humiliate me ...
... but not ... crucify me!?!

It's silly and stupid!! -- I know and I realize it a split second later,
and I'm ashamed for even half-thinking that for even half a heartbeat ...

Stupid hope,
hope is what got me here,
the hope that something could be changed, something saved, something made better,

I should not have had that hope,
should just have hung my head low and trudged along,
never try to take matters in my own hands to make a difference.
Then I could still live,
but what kind of life would it be?


Never ever was I queen of anything or claimed or aspired to be ...
but degradation, filth, shame and yes death ...
... that is what you throw at me!
It's not mine, ... it's yours!!
... and it's all you have to give!

I can't resist though, and that is what you make me,
you'll mount me and raise me on that deadly throne,
and because you want and make it so, I'll serve,
serve the wicked as their queen of suffering.
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Yet, Malins, I believe in you! I admire your bravery, and I think you really do look like a queen! Do you deserve this brutal punishment?
 

malins

Stumbling Seeker
Yet, Malins, I believe in you! I admire your bravery, and I think you really do look like a queen! Do you deserve this brutal punishment?
Do I deserve this brutal punishment?

In a way, I guess, I do,
and the others too.
Because that's how the world works.

Now I can say it's a cruel world and in my heart I don't deserve any of it.
But that would not be quite true ...

Once we started taking matters of the realm into our own hands a bit,
( -- and we were trying to make things better and I think we did, but that's not the point now )
Once we started doing that,
we were engaging with the world, the political world, which just works that way.

We played the game,
pretending we couldn't lose,
or that if we lost we could just call it quits
and go back to our ornamental existence that was before.

Now we're going to be ornaments on the crosses of our vanquishers...
 

jimsac

Tribune
The beaten Queen
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Raising their arms, the soldiers cry "Hail to Our Queen!!".

They surround her prostrate body like a pack of hungry wolves. Some of them take turns to spit on her.

@malins lies resting against a pillar, naked save for a crown of thorns. She is in so much pain from the flogging and humiliation hat she can hardly hold the reed stick that is supposed to be her symbol of regal power. She is doing her best to hid her womanhood from the lewd gazes of the soldiers.

Her head is bowed. In submission perhaps?

Her naked suffering ogles the brutal men. They rub their crotches in anticipation...
 

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malins

Stumbling Seeker
Scorpianus hits @malins on the face with the stick, splitting her lips and sending fresh blood down her face. "Take this, you slut!" he exclaims.

" Your pussy is so wet. You can't wait to be fucked again, can you, you bitch!" he says, as he hits her again and again.
As the blows rain down something inside me breaks.

After the first few blows, there was that desire rising,
to spit back at him,
to spit blood and tooth fragments at him,
and curse him.

But that's gone now, the impulse of defiance has melted and slithered away,
together with the blood snot and tears running down my battered face

I know I can't escape,
I know it's my fate to be stretched out on the cross,
nailed to it, raised to suffer it, ... die on it, rot on it.

It's customary for those condemned to the cross,
to be forced to participate in some humiliating ritual,
to make them a laughing stock,

and well yes,
I'll go along with that probably,
do whatever you want...

if you threaten me, but let me know,
I can avoid some blows, some tortures,
by going along with whatever you want.

But the blows just rain down,
you don't even order me to do this or that,
nothing I could do matters,
all I can do is try to bear it, absorb it.

with all this beating,
Will they even recognize me when I go up on the cross?
 

jimsac

Tribune
Officer Scorpianus cannot help but admire the body of this wench. Being a member of @mp5stab ’s inner circle, @malins was a privileged member of the ruling elite. Her skin, although now crisscrossed with raw welts, shows all the hallmarks of a royal upbringing.
He suspects that is why the lictor took a particular delight in this one, and cannot wait to practice his art on her fellow conspirators.
Scorpianus notices that Malin has shifted her position, attempting to shield her womanhood. He wants to take her now before all the men have had a go at her.
He goes up to @malins, pulling her bowed head towards him and in a stern voice, asks her:
“Well? What have you got to say for yourself now?”
Malin stays silent.
Clearly irritated by the woman’s silence, he continues, angrily
“Speak! Do you know I have the power to lessen your suffering?”
“Do you want to be ravished by this pack of dirty bastards?”
 

malins

Stumbling Seeker
“Do you want to be ravished by this pack of dirty bastards?”
Battered dazed and confused it's taken me a bit to realize what he's saying.
Weakly I mumble
"No please Sir
don't throw me to them...
Keep those ... bastards away from me ...
I'll do anything you want me to Sir... won't resist"


I'm not stupid, this guy can renege on any 'deal' he offers me,
probably once he's bored with me he'll throw me to the pack anyway.

It's not as if I have any coin to trade with,
perhaps if he wants to show off his dominance,
prove that he can get a girl to meekly submit,
the one who'd kick and scream when the others came for her,
then perhaps I can trade in my submission
for a few tortures less until the nails go in?
Probably a delusional hope
but nevertheless ...

Is that dishonorable?
It's always easy to pretend
one is going to be proud and defiant in the face of torture,
that one wouldn't grovel and beg,

once you're in the midst of it that is all gone so quickly.

I'll do pretty much anything for a moment's respite ...
 

jimsac

Tribune
Prostrate
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The soldiers grab @malins and lift her up from the ground. The scepter of mockery falls from her hands.
They form a circle around her and start pushing her from one man to another.
As they do so, they take the opportunity to squeeze her butt cheeks and twist her nipples.
They are laughing and cheering until, at one point, her crowned head crashes into Scorpianus' face. The thorns tear at his lips and cheek.
The taste of blood in his mouth maddens him. He throws the helpless woman onto the stone pavement with such force that the crown is dislodged from her head. The thin string that attached the titulus to her neck is cut and the piece of wood sent flying to the ground.

Now truly naked, sprawled on her stomach on the dusty ground, @malins implores the soldiers (or is it just Scorpianus?) to have mercy on her.
 

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malins

Stumbling Seeker
Pushed around in the circle I stagger.
Barely keeping my balance,
no point in even trying to defend myself
against the grabbing pinching poking hands from everywhere.

Then suddenly, a soldier gives me a massive violent shove,
right in the direction of the commander!

I crash into him, my crown of thorns scratching his face.

That was on purpose!

That soldier must hold some grudge against his superior,
but of course he doesn't have the balls to do anything about it,

instead he uses me as a tool to get back at him!

Because of course who's going to get punished?
The soldier who pushed me? - of course not!

Enraged, the commander grabs me, lifts me off my feet with his powerful arms,
and tosses me onto the stones, in the middle of the circle.
The soldier who shoved me is the first to burst out in sadistic laughter!
The commander remains silent in white hot fury.

Crushed, I beg for mercy.
 

jimsac

Tribune
A burst of defiance
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@malins is roughly pulled up and thrown against the scourging pillar, still wet with her own blood.
While still begging for mercy, she is forced to bend over and held in that manner by the soldiers.
In the meantime, Commander Scorpianus takes most of his armor off. He undoes his belt, and fumbles inside his lower garment, exposing his erect penis.
He then motions for the soldiers to back away, as he roughly grabs the hapless woman by the hips and slams her face against the pillar.
He grabs and squeezes her hanging breasts and without further much ado, forces his way into her womanhood.
Gasping in pain, Malin is so shocked by this sudden violence, that, despite her weakness, she defiantly twists around and grabs the officer's neck, choking him and forcing him to come out of her.
"The bitch has not given up yet!", the soldiers exclaim, as they see Scorpianus struggling with the naked woman.
 

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Wragg

Chronicler of Crux
Staff member
A burst of defiance
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@malins is roughly pulled up and thrown against the scourging pillar, still wet with her own blood.
While still begging for mercy, she is forced to bend over and held in that manner by the soldiers.
In the meantime, Commander Scorpianus takes most of his armor off. He undoes his belt, and fumbles inside his lower garment, exposing his erect penis.
He then motions for the soldiers to back away, as he roughly grabs the hapless woman by the hips and slams her face against the pillar.
He grabs and squeezes her hanging breasts and without further much ado, forces his way into her womanhood.
Gasping in pain, Malin is so shocked by this sudden violence, that, despite her weakness, she defiantly twists around and grabs the officer's neck, choking him and forcing him to come out of her.
"The bitch has not given up yet!", the soldiers exclaim, as they see Scorpianus struggling with the naked woman.
Oh, Malins! :eek:

This won't end well! :eek:
 
A burst of defiance
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@malins is roughly pulled up and thrown against the scourging pillar, still wet with her own blood.
While still begging for mercy, she is forced to bend over and held in that manner by the soldiers.
In the meantime, Commander Scorpianus takes most of his armor off. He undoes his belt, and fumbles inside his lower garment, exposing his erect penis.
He then motions for the soldiers to back away, as he roughly grabs the hapless woman by the hips and slams her face against the pillar.
He grabs and squeezes her hanging breasts and without further much ado, forces his way into her womanhood.
Gasping in pain, Malin is so shocked by this sudden violence, that, despite her weakness, she defiantly twists around and grabs the officer's neck, choking him and forcing him to come out of her.
"The bitch has not given up yet!", the soldiers exclaim, as they see Scorpianus struggling with the naked woman.
Well done! Malins the brave girl still seems not to bend. It may take a little longer to do so. A flagellation in front of her body will do it, or when she is already lying on the ground about to feel the nails of her crucifixion being driven in!
 

malins

Stumbling Seeker
Oh, Malins! :eek:
This won't end well! :eek:
Well honestly which part of ...
getting accused, sentenced, stripped whipped and raped, nailed to a cross of wood and then raised to hang from it
... sounds like it could "end well" again?

A burst of defiance
I have no idea where that came from ... very untypical for me.
I mean I knew perfectly well what would be awaiting me.
I'm not one to hang around the execution grounds ...

but I know how a woman's crucifixion is done.
There's always a rape,
usually many,
and when I was sentenced I knew ... there would be for me too.

But sometimes you never know how you'll react until the situation arrives.

A lot of people probably say,
"I'll never go to my execution meekly, I'd be kicking and screaming,
fighting to the last, spitting in their eye, cursing them..."
... but then when it happens ...
... they freeze ... and go off meekly.

And well, I would have said,
I'll probably go along with it all,
there's no point causing any trouble,
it will only make things worse.
... but now that it's happening ...
... I explode ... and fight wildly.

I don't know myself!

"The bitch has not given up yet!", the soldiers exclaim, as they see Scorpianus struggling with the naked woman.
Thank the gods at least they didn't burst out laughing.
It's going to be bad, but if that happened,
if he lost face in front of his subordinates,
it would be the absolute worst for me!
 
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