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The Fate of a Goth Girl

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It was well past the fifth hour, and the July sun was high in the sky, baking down on the dusty streets of Narbo. The stifling heat was oppressive on the little procession marching trans forum (across the central square) of Narbo and toward the castra (barracks). Gaius, going ahead with a martial bearing and his eyes focused dead ahead, seemed oblivious to the heat and his surroundings. The three newer recruits behind him strolled along with a less military gait and were more obviously reacting to the heat and the beautiful, almost-naked girl between them. They also were proud of the townsfolk's respectful (and lustful) stares as they turned to see the soldiers escorting a beautiful girl through the forum. Many identified Barb as a Goth and shouted insults at the barbarian. The assumption that the Goth must be a criminal was universal.

Without any apparent glance to the rear, the Centurion said, “acies propius adeste, Milites (military term – close ranks, best translated here as, ‘keep up.’) “Move the prisoner along.”
With her hands bound behind her and her legs hobbled, Barbara indeed had trouble keeping up with the Centurion's pace. The hot sun had caused a sheen of sweat to break out on her fair Northern skin, and the beginnings of a sunburn were showing on the parts usually covered. The brank made breathing difficult and her mouth even drier. She wondered how much longer she could go without vomiting.
Oblivious to her difficulty, the men jumped to action at their leader's command. The frontman jerked the lead, causing the noose to tighten. The man to her right swapped her rump hard with his right hand. Barb yelped and shuffled forward with quick little steps. Another jerk on the lead and a jab by the third soldier with his swordpoint into her buttcheek made the Goth scurry along to the laughter and derision of the onlookers.

In the auction room, Silva came up to Piso and Antonius and handed them each a bronze goblet of wine. Addressing Galerius, he apologized. "I am truly sorry how things turned out here, Antonius. The Quaestor is, of course, correct about the law. But I want to deal honestly with my customers. I and Lycus willingly refund you one-half the price." he handed the young man five solidi. “I hope you will not leave with hard feelings.”
Lucius burst out, “Well done, Septimus! No one could be fairer, eh, Galerius?”
“It is a fair gesture, bello praeconem,” Galerius said, taking a big drink of wine, “I bear no ill will." With that, the two men grasped each other's right hand in the Roman gesture of friendship and trust.
“If you have nothing else to do, Septimus,” said Lucius, would you care to join us? We are going to the castra to sample the pleasure of the Goth's body before the soldiers demolish it."
“I would like nothing better,” said Silva, joining the two as they went outside.
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
Do they sprinkle coal dust on it to make it more appetizing?
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When I was a Baker, long ago,now..my Bakery experimented with a Black coloured Brioche Roll,for a specific order.
Needless to say,they literally looked like they'd been left in the oven overnight,pitch black,but tasted much better than they looked !!
There is a charcoal based food colouring available.
 
Baracus said:
When I was a Baker, long ago,now..my Bakery experimented with a Black coloured Brioche Roll,for a specific order.
Needless to say,they literally looked like they'd been left in the oven overnight,pitch black,but tasted much better than they looked !!
There is a charcoal based food colouring available.
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Charcoal biscuits are made by a few artisan bakeries, you can find them online. I have tried them, they're indeed quite nice tasting and good with cheese. Charcoal dog biscuits are I think quite common and well-liked by the doggies. I also see online charcoal brioche - and sourdough, focaccia, etc. Evidently it's trendy, and supposed to be good for detox, though a sensible BBC Food website says there's no real science to support that.

I've yet to encounter liquorice flavoured ice-cream, not having been in touch with the Goth scene for a good few years. I like most liquorice flavoured things, I'd give it a try. It would surely be better than haggis flavoured ice-cream, which I'm told does exist, though I shan't be going out looking for it!
 
Eulalia said:
Charcoal biscuits are made by a few artisan bakeries, you can find them online. I have tried them, they're indeed quite nice tasting and good with cheese. Charcoal dog biscuits are I think quite common and well-liked by the doggies. I also see online charcoal brioche - and sourdough, focaccia, etc. Evidently it's trendy, and supposed to be good for detox, though a sensible BBC Food website says there's no real science to support that.
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I suppose charcoal fits into a Paleo diet - when your tiger steak fell into the coal, it was the first example of blackened meat.
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
“If you have nothing else to do, Septimus,” said Lucius, would you care to join us? We are going to the castra to sample the pleasure of the Goth's body before the soldiers demolish it."
“I would like nothing better,” said Silva, joining the two as they went outside.
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Funny how these “elites” can suddenly forget about their differences for the pleasurable distraction of “sampling the pleasure of a pretty young woman before she is whipped. Such civilized gentility. :rolleyes:
 
Barbaria1 said:
Funny how these “elites” can suddenly forget about their differences for the pleasurable distraction of “sampling the pleasure of a pretty young woman before she is whipped. Such civilized gentility. :rolleyes:
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Tsk, tsk, Barb. You need to understand that, in this world, there are people who matter, like the Roman elite here, and those who don't, like a barbarian slut. She exists only for the use and pleasure of her betters. It will please them to fuck her and then watch her suffer. That is their right - she has none! Quit complaining.
 
Barbaria1 said:
Funny how these “elites” can suddenly forget about their differences for the pleasurable distraction of “sampling the pleasure of a pretty young woman before she is whipped. Such civilized gentility. :rolleyes:
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Yes it’s odd, isn’t it? I mean I much prefer sampling slave girls during their whipping, they scream more... Even while branked

PrPr, and the anticipation continues. I am so eager yet am in no hurry! Thank you!
 
Loinclothslave1 said:
Yes it’s odd, isn’t it? I mean I much prefer sampling slave girls after their whipping, they scream more...

PrPr, and the anticipation continues. I am so eager yet am in no hurry! Thank you!
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There is no hurry. There will be no appeal for Barbara. There is no rescue. No savior ready to burst over the horizon. The entire strength of the still-powerful Roman Empire will enact her condemnation. She is just one helpless girl, caught up in a world of cruel men. She will be slowly but surely ground to dust in the immense power of the cogs of authority.
 
Eulalia said:
Charcoal biscuits are made by a few artisan bakeries, you can find them online. I have tried them, they're indeed quite nice tasting and good with cheese. Charcoal dog biscuits are I think quite common and well-liked by the doggies. I also see online charcoal brioche - and sourdough, focaccia, etc. Evidently it's trendy, and supposed to be good for detox, though a sensible BBC Food website says there's no real science to support that.

I've yet to encounter liquorice flavoured ice-cream, not having been in touch with the Goth scene for a good few years. I like most liquorice flavoured things, I'd give it a try. It would surely be better than haggis flavoured ice-cream, which I'm told does exist, though I shan't be going out looking for it!
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Hobbled, branked, naked and humiliated - the Goth slut's crucifixion will be a blessing. And what's almost worse is that she's now become a BOGOF!
 
I'll Bet Barb would love ice cream right about now - whatever the flavor!

It was just at the sixth hour when the little procession entered the ancient stone gate of Narbo’s castra*. The Centurion turned to one of the men, “Have the entire vigiles (watch) turn out in the atrium (central courtyard).” Then he lead his men and Barbara onward.
The atrium of Narbo’s old castra was much smaller than those of later Imperial fortresses. About forty pedes (Roman feet – about 3% shorter than a standard English foot) by fifty, paved in old, flat stones covered with a layer of sand and dirt. The space was open to the sky, and the midday sun was almost overhead, leaving shade only around three sides sub peristylio (under the peristyle - a colonnaded porch around the perimeter)

As Barbara had entered the castra, she prayed that her captors would give her some water to ease her parching thirst. However, that did not seem on the agenda as she was dragged by her lead into the atrium. Barbara noted a thick wood post, festooned with iron chains and manacles in the far center of the space. Closer to the entrance was a strange structure. It consisted of two sturdy wood poles, sunk in the ground, separated by about eight feet and rising the same. Bolted by iron straps across the tops was another strong wooden beam with a pulley mounted in the center.

*The foundations of the castra (fortified camp) of Narbo had been laid exactly 500 years earlier in 118 BC when the Roman Republic had established Colonia Narbo Martius (Military Colony of the Narbones – the inhabitants of the region had been known as Ναρβαῖοι by the Greeks as early as the fifth century BC). Being astride the junction of the Via Domitia, the first Roman road in Gaul, built at the time of the foundation of the colony, connecting Italy to Spain, and the Via Aquitania, linking Narbo to the Atlantic, the new town prospered and was made the capital of the Roman Province of Gallia Transalpina (All of southern France and Northern Italy was known to the Romans as “Gaul” due to the settlement of Gauls in this area from before the third century BC. Later, due to the importance of the capital, the province was renamed Gallia Narbonensis. But throughout its history, the Romans called the area, Provincia Nostra ("Our Province") since it was their first province outside of Italy. The name stuck and has come down to the present day as the French name for the region, Provence.
Although the last major building project at the castra had been under Emperor Nero, 320 years earlier, the sturdily stone fortress had been well-maintained by the legionaries and the servi publici (publicly-owned slaves who labored on public works) down through the years.
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
I'll Bet Barb would love ice cream right about now - whatever the flavor!

It was just at the sixth hour when the little procession entered the ancient stone gate of Narbo’s castra*. The Centurion turned to one of the men, “Have the entire vigiles (watch) turn out in the atrium (central courtyard).” Then he lead his men and Barbara onward.
The atrium of Narbo’s old castra was much smaller than those of later Imperial fortresses. About forty pedes (Roman feet – about 3% shorter than a standard English foot) by fifty, paved in old, flat stones covered with a layer of sand and dirt. The space was open to the sky, and the midday sun was almost overhead, leaving shade only around three sides sub peristylio (under the peristyle - a colonnaded porch around the perimeter)

As Barbara had entered the castra, she prayed that her captors would give her some water to ease her parching thirst. However, that did not seem on the agenda as she was dragged by her lead into the atrium. Barbara noted a thick wood post, festooned with iron chains and manacles in the far center of the space. Closer to the entrance was a strange structure. It consisted of two sturdy wood poles, sunk in the ground, separated by about eight feet and rising the same. Bolted by iron straps across the tops was another strong wooden beam with a pulley mounted in the center.

*The foundations of the castra (fortified camp) of Narbo had been laid exactly 500 years earlier in 118 BC when the Roman Republic had established Colonia Narbo Martius (Military Colony of the Narbones – the inhabitants of the region had been known as Ναρβαῖοι by the Greeks as early as the fifth century BC). Being astride the junction of the Via Domitia, the first Roman road in Gaul, built at the time of the foundation of the colony, connecting Italy to Spain, and the Via Aquitania, linking Narbo to the Atlantic, the new town prospered and was made the capital of the Roman Province of Gallia Transalpina (All of southern France and Northern Italy was known to the Romans as “Gaul” due to the settlement of Gauls in this area from before the third century BC. Later, due to the importance of the capital, the province was renamed Gallia Narbonensis. But throughout its history, the Romans called the area, Provincia Nostra ("Our Province") since it was their first province outside of Italy. The name stuck and has come down to the present day as the French name for the region, Provence.
Although the last major building project at the castra had been under Emperor Nero, 320 years earlier, the sturdily stone fortress had been well-maintained by the legionaries and the servi publici (publicly-owned slaves who labored on public works) down through the years.
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Another ingenious torture contraption from the creative mind of our esteemed author ... And what a great word 'festooned' is!
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
Barbara noted a thick wood post, festooned with iron chains and manacles in the far center of the space. Closer to the entrance was a strange structure. It consisted of two sturdy wood poles, sunk in the ground, separated by about eight feet and rising the same. Bolted by iron straps across the tops was another strong wooden beam with a pulley mounted in the center.
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Oh shit!!!! :facepalm:
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
Being astride the junction of the Via Domitia, the first Roman road in Gaul, built at the time of the foundation of the colony, connecting Italy to Spain, and the Via Aquitania, linking Narbo to the Atlantic, the new town prospered and was made the capital of the Roman Province of Gallia Transalpina
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