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"The Ordeal of Petra" A new version of the story about Jewish rebelgirl, crucified by the Romans.
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Thank you, your praise is a reward and encouragement for me to write more.
Idomeneus
Assistant executioner
As a reader, I love how he's gaslighting her. As a historian, I want to destroy him with facts and logic. As a Jew, I wanna make him eat his own balls.
Well done!
Yupar
Regina Iudaeorum
Greetings to all fans of "The Ordeal of Petra". After a long time, the promised seventh chapter is here. The chapter is strongly focused on Petra's feelings and the reasons why she ends up on the cross. Still, I hope you'll be pleased that it's twice as long as the other chapters, while also explaining the reasons for changing the order of the illustrations. So here is a chapter that goes back to Steve's Illustration #7.Regina.
Chapter Seven: Prematurely sign of God.
Petra did not know what to say, for the first time in her life she had doubts about her actions and faith. My God, was everything I fought for and risked my life for, just a mistake? She pondered and prayed in her mind. It cannot be true, that it is Your will that we be subjects of Rome. God, you have chosen the people of Israel, out of all the human tribes that are on the face of the earth, to be your special possession. How then could we be subjects of those uncircumcised? No, this evil is only a test of my faith, as you tested Job, and I will stand this test and endure until my brothers come.... My God, my brothers why are they still not here.....?
"So say: Will you accept my generous offer?" interrupted Pilate, her long meditation, with a forceful voice.
But she didn't say anything. Petra was caught in a double web of fear. The thought that she would not accept, her brothers would not save her and she would end up on the cross filled her with horror and terror. But at the same time, she was afraid to accept, because if this is a test of her faith and her brothers save her in the end, then she will be spurned by God and people. The belief, that God rewards the faithful and punishes the unfaithful, and in which she had been brought up from childhood, now made her bow her head, close her eyes, and mentally beg God for help.
Pilate, not understanding her inner struggle, merely marveled: "Petra of Nazareth, the only person who ever did not accept an offer of grace!" he shook his head in disbelief, took a drink of wine, and continued: "Why? Because of your unbridled pride and vain superiority, you are unable to admit, that you could be wrong, and would you rather die on a cross?! Don't you know the terrible suffering, that awaits you?!"
However Petra did not perceive him. Only Pilate's loud exclamation: "Maximus!!!", snapped her out of her prayer.
"Here my lord!" sounded, as Maximus stormed into the hall thinking the prefect needed his help. But he immediately calmed down as soon as he saw Petra kneeling on the ground, and looked at Pilate.
"This young lady does not seem to fully understand the seriousness of her situation. Is everything ready for execution?"
"Of course my lord," replied Maximus.
"Excellent! Take her to her patibulum and show her vividly what awaits her! Maybe that way she will get her sense. After all, it is said: It is better to see once than to hear a hundred times!"
"Yes sir." replied Maximus, saying, "Then get up, princess." he grabbed Petra and helped her to her feet. She didn't resist in any way and immediately got up. Maximus held her upper left arm and led the way while she followed him wordlessly. Pilate went immediately behind them, and at his direction the guards outside the door to the hall joined them. They had been descending the marble staircase and the same questions kept running through Petra's head. My God, my brothers, where can they be? Why isn't he attacking anymore? Had my plan failed?
Petra had the impression that a lot of time had passed since dawn, when she was guided out to the yard and whipped. However, the opposite was true. Only a few minutes had actually passed since she had been chained to the post. It was just the cruel pain that caused time dragged on and seemed endlessly long. The few minutes during which she was whipped and crowned seemed to Petra like an hour, maybe two. Two hours during which her brothers should have freed her long ago.....
Her train of thought was interrupted when they stepped out into the palace yard and her eyes were hit by the rays of the morning sun. She closed them and blindly, guided by Maximus, walked through straight to the main entrance, formed by a portico leading out of the palace. Here, in his dimness, she opened her eyes again, and barely looking around, saw a magnificent the main courtyard surrounded by colonnade and paved with large stone slabs. In its right corner, in the shadow of the marble columns, stood a crowd of about thirty. In addition to the execution squad with two convicts who had patibulums on their shoulders and their arms tied to them, soldiers were remaining there watching Petra's flogging and eagerly awaiting the resolution of her story. Maximus didn't hesitate and with a firm grip on her arm urged her to walk towards them.
Not only excitement spread through the crowd as they saw Petra and her proud bust again, but surprise at the same time. It was not customary for the Roman prefect himself to accompany the condemned. All the soldiers had been standing at attention, were saluting Pilate, and formed an aisle up to her PATIBULUM. Maximus walking in the lead and Petra, leaded by him, they stopped about two paces in front of it. Another two paces behind them stood Pilate with his guard.
"Here is your patibulum, which you will carry on your shoulders to Golgotha." Maximus said and at Pilate's direction he began to loosen the rope that bound her hands.
Petra stood and gazed in dumb astonishment not only at the massive wooden beam, but also at the described plate resting on its nearer end. Her TITULUS. But what caught her attention the most was a hammer and a cylindrical container standing at the far end of her patibulum. The NAILS protruded from that container, and apart from their metallic shiny, black color and square heads, she noticed above all that they were big..... very big..... Her mind was completely consumed by it, and was distracted by the release of her hands, which she immediately crossed over her chest to hide her enormous breasts from the lustful stares of all men.
"You don't have to cover them, those your tities already anyway we've all seen!" said one of the soldiers, eliciting a burst of laughter from his comrades. Pilate turned and looked sternly around-they all fell silent at once.
Maximus just smiled at Petra's reaction to her newfound freedom. He then took a few steps forward, bent down and pulled out a one nail from the container, which he held up right in front of her face. Petra's eyes widened: Oh my God, it's not big, it's huge, and if I don't accept the offer and my brothers don't save me..... with this they'll nail me to the cross! Her heart beat hard and her breathing quickened. Maximus was pleased to see the fear in her eyes and began his explanation, "Look at it carefully, it's forged from the finest steel, and do you see the pointed tip here? Wait, until I press it into your wrist and hit with hammer. Just try imagine the pain, that agony, this suffering when it will be passing through your muscles, tendons and BONES!" he accentuated finally. The thought shocked and frightened Petra, making her dizzy with panic. She staggered and crashed into Pilate, standing behind her, who, along with his guard, grabbed her and held her to keep her from falling.
“I think that's enough Maximus. Pilate said with a smile. After that, he leaned close to Petra's ear and was convincing her in a calm, persuasive voice: "So you see, you don't want to end up on the cross like these two." He turned his head and pointed towards the waiting convicts. Getting back on her feet, Petra turned and looked at the barely fifteen-year-old boy. The two young men were obviously scared to death, their faces showed horror and suffering, and their immature bodies trembled under the weight of fear and patibulums.
"They have no choice, they will be crucified on their master's orders for raping his daughter. But you, you have a choice." continued Pilate, while had removed his red cloak. "You can choose either your patibulum and with it suffering on the cross, or my sagum as a symbol of my protection." And with those words he placed it on her shoulders. The crowd of assembled soldiers droned in surprise. Petra grasped the cloak at once and, despite the pain she had inflicted on her smashed back and buttocks, quickly wrapped herself in it.
"If you accept my offer, not only will I spare you the suffering on the cross and give you life, but you will even become my girlfriend. Pilate declared solemnly.
All the soldiers, like Petra, were shocked. Some of them even started encouraging her and calling her not to be stupid and accept Pilate's offer. But she hated this Roman pig and could not bear the idea of becoming his concubine and betraying everything she believed. So she turned again to face her patibulum, but the sight of what awaited her if she refused Pilate's offer filled her again with horror and terror..... My God everything, everything only not the cross..... maybe I could accept it ostensibly.....
Maximus was not only shocked, but angry. Not only did he not have the chance to fuck Petra, but now he should also miss the chance to crucify her? He wanted so badly to nail her to the cross! So he approached Pilate closely and asked him almost in a whisper:
"Excuse me sir, but do you really want to pardon her?"
"Yes, Maximus. I realized that as the leader of the movement, she must have a strong influence on the rank and file. So if she publicly admits that their resistance is against God's will, it will convince her adherents to stop fighting. Surely it will be better for Rome, rather than we make her a martyr to them and they will be avenging her death."
"But sir, she murdered three soldiers and your slave."
"I know very well what she did, but I've already made up my mind!" said Pilate in a forceful voice, then fixed his gaze on Petra and exclaimed: "For the last time I ask you, Petra of Nazareth, do you accept my generous offer? YES or NO!?"
Petra turned to face Pilate and her back to the patibulum. All the men watched silently as she trembled and struggled with her decision. Her heart said NO, don't accept, don't betray your faith and God, but her reason screamed YES, accept, save yourself from terrible suffering. Her veiled chest rose and fell rapidly, her dry lips trembled and her wide eyes searched the sky for the right answer. My God what can I say..... give me a sign.....
The tense anticipation of her answer was suddenly interrupted by a soldier running from the main gate and calling out to Pilate, "Your Excellency.....!!! Sir.....!!!" Everyone present turned their attention to the man who ran up and, barely catching his breath, tried to make a report, "My Lord.....excuse me.....there is an urgent message.....!"
"What's going on? Speak!" challenged Pilate him forcefully.
"My lord.....a rebellion has broken out!"
"What?" Pilate said worriedly.
"The rebels have taken the Temple Mount..... and stormed the city as well!" the breathless soldier blurted out.
"That you!?" Pilate turned to Petra, burning with anger.
All her fear, doubt, shame and pain were suddenly gone. Petra took a deep breath, threw off Pilate's sagum, straightened up and proudly exclaimed: "Yes, that me! I am Petra of Nazareth, the leader of my people, that you will never break! Keep your mantle and your offer!
I will never beg for mercy and I will never betray my faith! Our fight is just, and with God's help we shall defeat you!"
"That remains to be seen...." Pilate said, turning towards the shocked soldiers and shouting in a powerful voice, "I declare a general alarm!!! All men to arms!!!"
Chapter Seven: Prematurely sign of God.
Petra did not know what to say, for the first time in her life she had doubts about her actions and faith. My God, was everything I fought for and risked my life for, just a mistake? She pondered and prayed in her mind. It cannot be true, that it is Your will that we be subjects of Rome. God, you have chosen the people of Israel, out of all the human tribes that are on the face of the earth, to be your special possession. How then could we be subjects of those uncircumcised? No, this evil is only a test of my faith, as you tested Job, and I will stand this test and endure until my brothers come.... My God, my brothers why are they still not here.....?
"So say: Will you accept my generous offer?" interrupted Pilate, her long meditation, with a forceful voice.
But she didn't say anything. Petra was caught in a double web of fear. The thought that she would not accept, her brothers would not save her and she would end up on the cross filled her with horror and terror. But at the same time, she was afraid to accept, because if this is a test of her faith and her brothers save her in the end, then she will be spurned by God and people. The belief, that God rewards the faithful and punishes the unfaithful, and in which she had been brought up from childhood, now made her bow her head, close her eyes, and mentally beg God for help.
Pilate, not understanding her inner struggle, merely marveled: "Petra of Nazareth, the only person who ever did not accept an offer of grace!" he shook his head in disbelief, took a drink of wine, and continued: "Why? Because of your unbridled pride and vain superiority, you are unable to admit, that you could be wrong, and would you rather die on a cross?! Don't you know the terrible suffering, that awaits you?!"
However Petra did not perceive him. Only Pilate's loud exclamation: "Maximus!!!", snapped her out of her prayer.
"Here my lord!" sounded, as Maximus stormed into the hall thinking the prefect needed his help. But he immediately calmed down as soon as he saw Petra kneeling on the ground, and looked at Pilate.
"This young lady does not seem to fully understand the seriousness of her situation. Is everything ready for execution?"
"Of course my lord," replied Maximus.
"Excellent! Take her to her patibulum and show her vividly what awaits her! Maybe that way she will get her sense. After all, it is said: It is better to see once than to hear a hundred times!"
"Yes sir." replied Maximus, saying, "Then get up, princess." he grabbed Petra and helped her to her feet. She didn't resist in any way and immediately got up. Maximus held her upper left arm and led the way while she followed him wordlessly. Pilate went immediately behind them, and at his direction the guards outside the door to the hall joined them. They had been descending the marble staircase and the same questions kept running through Petra's head. My God, my brothers, where can they be? Why isn't he attacking anymore? Had my plan failed?
Petra had the impression that a lot of time had passed since dawn, when she was guided out to the yard and whipped. However, the opposite was true. Only a few minutes had actually passed since she had been chained to the post. It was just the cruel pain that caused time dragged on and seemed endlessly long. The few minutes during which she was whipped and crowned seemed to Petra like an hour, maybe two. Two hours during which her brothers should have freed her long ago.....
Her train of thought was interrupted when they stepped out into the palace yard and her eyes were hit by the rays of the morning sun. She closed them and blindly, guided by Maximus, walked through straight to the main entrance, formed by a portico leading out of the palace. Here, in his dimness, she opened her eyes again, and barely looking around, saw a magnificent the main courtyard surrounded by colonnade and paved with large stone slabs. In its right corner, in the shadow of the marble columns, stood a crowd of about thirty. In addition to the execution squad with two convicts who had patibulums on their shoulders and their arms tied to them, soldiers were remaining there watching Petra's flogging and eagerly awaiting the resolution of her story. Maximus didn't hesitate and with a firm grip on her arm urged her to walk towards them.
Not only excitement spread through the crowd as they saw Petra and her proud bust again, but surprise at the same time. It was not customary for the Roman prefect himself to accompany the condemned. All the soldiers had been standing at attention, were saluting Pilate, and formed an aisle up to her PATIBULUM. Maximus walking in the lead and Petra, leaded by him, they stopped about two paces in front of it. Another two paces behind them stood Pilate with his guard.
"Here is your patibulum, which you will carry on your shoulders to Golgotha." Maximus said and at Pilate's direction he began to loosen the rope that bound her hands.
Petra stood and gazed in dumb astonishment not only at the massive wooden beam, but also at the described plate resting on its nearer end. Her TITULUS. But what caught her attention the most was a hammer and a cylindrical container standing at the far end of her patibulum. The NAILS protruded from that container, and apart from their metallic shiny, black color and square heads, she noticed above all that they were big..... very big..... Her mind was completely consumed by it, and was distracted by the release of her hands, which she immediately crossed over her chest to hide her enormous breasts from the lustful stares of all men.
"You don't have to cover them, those your tities already anyway we've all seen!" said one of the soldiers, eliciting a burst of laughter from his comrades. Pilate turned and looked sternly around-they all fell silent at once.
Maximus just smiled at Petra's reaction to her newfound freedom. He then took a few steps forward, bent down and pulled out a one nail from the container, which he held up right in front of her face. Petra's eyes widened: Oh my God, it's not big, it's huge, and if I don't accept the offer and my brothers don't save me..... with this they'll nail me to the cross! Her heart beat hard and her breathing quickened. Maximus was pleased to see the fear in her eyes and began his explanation, "Look at it carefully, it's forged from the finest steel, and do you see the pointed tip here? Wait, until I press it into your wrist and hit with hammer. Just try imagine the pain, that agony, this suffering when it will be passing through your muscles, tendons and BONES!" he accentuated finally. The thought shocked and frightened Petra, making her dizzy with panic. She staggered and crashed into Pilate, standing behind her, who, along with his guard, grabbed her and held her to keep her from falling.
“I think that's enough Maximus. Pilate said with a smile. After that, he leaned close to Petra's ear and was convincing her in a calm, persuasive voice: "So you see, you don't want to end up on the cross like these two." He turned his head and pointed towards the waiting convicts. Getting back on her feet, Petra turned and looked at the barely fifteen-year-old boy. The two young men were obviously scared to death, their faces showed horror and suffering, and their immature bodies trembled under the weight of fear and patibulums.
"They have no choice, they will be crucified on their master's orders for raping his daughter. But you, you have a choice." continued Pilate, while had removed his red cloak. "You can choose either your patibulum and with it suffering on the cross, or my sagum as a symbol of my protection." And with those words he placed it on her shoulders. The crowd of assembled soldiers droned in surprise. Petra grasped the cloak at once and, despite the pain she had inflicted on her smashed back and buttocks, quickly wrapped herself in it.
"If you accept my offer, not only will I spare you the suffering on the cross and give you life, but you will even become my girlfriend. Pilate declared solemnly.
All the soldiers, like Petra, were shocked. Some of them even started encouraging her and calling her not to be stupid and accept Pilate's offer. But she hated this Roman pig and could not bear the idea of becoming his concubine and betraying everything she believed. So she turned again to face her patibulum, but the sight of what awaited her if she refused Pilate's offer filled her again with horror and terror..... My God everything, everything only not the cross..... maybe I could accept it ostensibly.....
Maximus was not only shocked, but angry. Not only did he not have the chance to fuck Petra, but now he should also miss the chance to crucify her? He wanted so badly to nail her to the cross! So he approached Pilate closely and asked him almost in a whisper:
"Excuse me sir, but do you really want to pardon her?"
"Yes, Maximus. I realized that as the leader of the movement, she must have a strong influence on the rank and file. So if she publicly admits that their resistance is against God's will, it will convince her adherents to stop fighting. Surely it will be better for Rome, rather than we make her a martyr to them and they will be avenging her death."
"But sir, she murdered three soldiers and your slave."
"I know very well what she did, but I've already made up my mind!" said Pilate in a forceful voice, then fixed his gaze on Petra and exclaimed: "For the last time I ask you, Petra of Nazareth, do you accept my generous offer? YES or NO!?"
Petra turned to face Pilate and her back to the patibulum. All the men watched silently as she trembled and struggled with her decision. Her heart said NO, don't accept, don't betray your faith and God, but her reason screamed YES, accept, save yourself from terrible suffering. Her veiled chest rose and fell rapidly, her dry lips trembled and her wide eyes searched the sky for the right answer. My God what can I say..... give me a sign.....
The tense anticipation of her answer was suddenly interrupted by a soldier running from the main gate and calling out to Pilate, "Your Excellency.....!!! Sir.....!!!" Everyone present turned their attention to the man who ran up and, barely catching his breath, tried to make a report, "My Lord.....excuse me.....there is an urgent message.....!"
"What's going on? Speak!" challenged Pilate him forcefully.
"My lord.....a rebellion has broken out!"
"What?" Pilate said worriedly.
"The rebels have taken the Temple Mount..... and stormed the city as well!" the breathless soldier blurted out.
"That you!?" Pilate turned to Petra, burning with anger.
All her fear, doubt, shame and pain were suddenly gone. Petra took a deep breath, threw off Pilate's sagum, straightened up and proudly exclaimed: "Yes, that me! I am Petra of Nazareth, the leader of my people, that you will never break! Keep your mantle and your offer!
I will never beg for mercy and I will never betray my faith! Our fight is just, and with God's help we shall defeat you!"
"That remains to be seen...." Pilate said, turning towards the shocked soldiers and shouting in a powerful voice, "I declare a general alarm!!! All men to arms!!!"
redsonja
Governor
I look forward to the rest of Petra's torments at the hands of the Romans.
Livia Crux Dove
Assistant executioner
I check up on this today too...I am very very excited to read more of Petra's journey!
Frank Petrexa
Tribune
This woman was a Playboy model long ago. She had enormous boobs--so Steve Cordero's illustrations are true to "form".
https://www.babepedia.com/babe/Petra_Verkaik
mp5stab
Hair and Nails
Whaaaaat? I had no idea that Petra was a real model! That makes this whole series so much hotter with that devious recontextualization. Thanks for knowing the playboy lore @Frank Petrexa
Hangnail
Tribune
There was a story by "Pilate" where Petra was explicitly Petra Verkaik. I have this version, not sure if it is the whole thing.
mp5stab
Hair and Nails
That's certainly one of the most erotic, and too the point stories I've read. Perhaps this is the one that @Steve illustrated all of those years ago? Funny how it comes full circle, the art inspiring another story. If anyone wants to see a 3d model of Petra Verkaik, speak now! The more support I have, the more I will consider making such a thing!
Greetings to all fans of "The Ordeal of Petra". I am very pleased with your interest and anticipation of the new chapter. Unfortunately, I have to inform you that I won't publish a new chapter until January at the earliest. Although I already have it written (I wanted to publish it for Christmas, as a kind of gift), but before I started translating it into English, I read it again and I was not completely satisfied. So I decided to redesign it because I want to prioritize quality over speed.
Thanks to Hangnail for posting another version of the story (I had no idea it existed) and Mp5stab for offering to make a 3d model for petra's story. I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Varinia.
Thanks to Hangnail for posting another version of the story (I had no idea it existed) and Mp5stab for offering to make a 3d model for petra's story. I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Varinia.
Greetings to all fans of "The Ordeal of Petra". I bring you the long-awaited chapter number 8. Despite my best efforts, I'm still not sure about the quality of the narration or the translation. So I ask you to point out any shortcomings, so that I can improve my work. Still, I hope you enjoy this chapter. So here is chapter number eight related to Steve's illustration: #9. Procession.
Chapter Eight: A sealed fate
Petra stood, proudly savoring her triumph, while all the soldiers present, except the members of the execution squad, scattered. Maximus and Servius immediately grabbed and twisted Petra's arms behind her back and forced her into a forward bend. Pilate still managed to apprehend the man who brought the news of the rebellion, then turned back to Petra and said, "You deserve the cross more than anyone I have ever condemned! There your pride and arrogance will be broken! Maximus, you personally vouch to me, that this criminal will feel the full weight of Roman justice and suffer until his last breath!"
"You can count on it, sir." maximus replied.
"Take the convicts back to their cells! They'll get what they deserve once we crush that rebel rabble! And hurry, every man is needed now!" commanded Pilate.
"Yes sir!" Maximus said, motioning his men to follow him.
The entire execution squad, including the convicts, hastily set off to the prison block. Pilate watched Petra being led away for a few more moments and admired the curves of the back of her body, her slender legs and her firm, perfectly shaped ass. Pity, it would certainly be an ornament to my bedroom and my house, he thought. Only when she was out of sight did he turn to the soldier who brought the news of the uprising: "Come on! You will give me a detailed report!" The two men went to Pilate's residence.
Maximus and Servius dragged Petra into the deepest dungeon and put her feet in the stocks, to which they also fastened her hands, so that she could not remove the crown. They then hastily left her, leaving her alone in silence, cold, and darkness. However, she, completely intoxicated with the feeling of victory, did not perceive nor the pain of the whipped ass, on which she was forced to sit, nor the pain of the thorns thrust into her head. God is with us. My brothers are marching through the city, soon they will free me and I will lead my people. With these thoughts, exhausted by the whipping and the sleepless night, she fell fast asleep. She had no idea that a few blocks away, at that very time, in his house, Judah had woken up.....
God, I overslept! If already it's over, Petra will think I'm a coward. He took the dagger, hid it under his robes, and made his way swiftly to herod's palace. At first he was surprised, for the streets were quiet, but when he reached the market he was shocked. Instead the rebels, occupying herod's palace, he saw Roman soldiers marching out. Oh, my God, what could have happened? He thought as he walked home confused. Perhaps Petra is safe.....
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The silence was suddenly broken by the click of an iron latch and the creaking of a heavy wooden door. Maximus and Servius entered the musty dungeon, its darkness only lit by the flickering lights of the torches they had brought with them and placed in holders on the wall. They both stopped and with a smile they watched at Petra locked in the stocks and still fast asleep. However, Servius suddenly made a swiftly movement and he had splashed water on her from the pail which he was holding in his hand.
Petra woke up and screamed in fright.
"Get up, Your Highness! The cross awaits!" Maximus exclaimed, walking up to a confused, half-asleep Petra with an old, worn tunic that had once belonged to another female prisoner. Without compassion he tried to slip the garment over her head, but it became entangled in her crown. Petra was moaning loudly as he tried to pull it off. He drove the thorns frantically into her head, but couldn't put it, on her. He pulled it out in irritation and tore the neckline open enough to easily get it over her crowned head. Meanwhile, Servius freed her hands and immediately helped Maximus slip them into the sleeves of the tight tunic they began to put on her with their combined efforts. Petra screamed and resisted as the rough woven rubbed against her skin torn by the flagrums and soaking up the water, blood and sweat covering her body. The wet garment clung to her perfectly, accentuating the fullness of her breasts and the erotic curves of her hips, and hush up nothing of what she had to offer. Even her large, cold-hardened nipples, were visible.
After they dressed her, Servius released her legs from the log and Maximus grabbed her armpits and helped her to her feet.
Although the pain caused during the dressing of the tunic brought Petra back to full consciousness, she still did not fully understand what was happening and asked in confusion:
"Where are my brothers?"
Both men burst out laughing, "Where would they be? In a pit for corpses and they burning there beautifully!"
"My God, that's not possible!" she said incredulously.
"Why wouldn't it be possible? Your embarrassing attempt to defeat Rome is over!" Maximus said proudly.
"Exactly! That rabble of yours ran away, we barely struck them!" Servius added with a smile.
"No! You're lying! I don't believe it!" screamed a shocked Petra.
"Believe what you want, but your FATE is SEALED, you'll be hanging on a cross within the hour!" Maximus said dryly.
Petra, filled with horror and dismay, could not, or rather did not want to believe it. My God, that can't be true, it must be a lie, she was telling to herself as the men led her away. She didn't even notice that they passed through the yard with the whipping post at which she had been morning flogged and entered the main courtyard. Up to loud calls: "At last we have here our queen!!! Glory to her majesty!!!" brought her back again. She looked around, and there were dozens of exuberant soldiers around her. They all came to see the originator of the rebellion, which they crushed. They all longed to see her, suffering on the cross. They all laughed now and with wine toasted her health, to she will be ruling as long as possible on her throne.
Petra's head was spinning with horror and panic, everything seemed so unreal to her. Guided by her executioners, she crossed her patibulum, where Septimus and Marcus were already standing ready, who was welcoming them with the words:
"Hey boss, why is she wearing that rag? There, where she's going, after all won't need any clothes!"
"Not exactly, after all, you yourself know how things go in this crazy country. Pilate doesn't want to risk another uprising of some religious fanatics who can't stand the sight of a naked woman. So the orders are: She has to go through the city dressed and on Golgotha we will take off only her tunic. Then, lest provoke that Jewish hypocrites, we're to let them vote whether to crucify her naked. You know it, Vox populi, vox Dei!"
Petra heard this and tried to protest: "You mayn't let them vote! You mayn't crucify me naked! It's against our law!"
"We may do anything! We don't care about your crazy laws, and you be glad that Pilate decided like this. If it were up to me, I'd strip you right here and lead you naked through the whole city. Besides, trust me, when I nail you to the patibulum, so it if you're or not naked, will be the least of your worries. You won't care, even if all the men of the town, at the sight of that your hairy cunt, are jerking off their dicks."
Petra was in shock not only by his brutal vulgarity, but even more by the knowledge that he was right. When the nails go through her wrists, she certainly won't care if she's naked or clothed and how many people see her. Shaken with terror, she didn't notice that Septimus and Marcus lifted her patibulum, to place it on her. She groaned loudly, staggered and nearly fell when a massive wooden beam landed on her torn shoulders. But Maximus and Servius held her tight and quickly threw her arms over him. Both of her huge breasts rose slightly and spread freely to the sides, while the large hard nipples were even more visible against the thin wet cloth. Septimus and Marcus quickly grabbed the prepared ropes and began to tie her arms tightly to the patibulum.
"Wait please!" exclaimed Petra "I..... I'd..... like to talk to Pilate." she stammered.
"Pilate has no time, right now he is celebrating our victory in the palace, whereas for you is prepared a very different celebration on Golgotha." taunted her Marcus, while finished tying of her arms. Once she was secured, Maximus raised his right hand, exclaimed in a powerful voice: "Off we go!!!" and waved his hand towards the main gate.
The whole world suddenly turned around with Petra. Completely consumed by panic, she screamed, "Nooooo!!!"
She lunged violently at the soldiers, using her patibulum as a battering ram. However, the men dodged in time and before she fell to the ground under its weight, they grabbed the beam and lifted it into the air together with Petra. "Let me go!!! I don't want to end up on the cross!!! I don't want to!!!" she screamed. They all laughed as they watched her hanging helplessly on her patibulum and her legs kicking wildly in the air. Even on the faces, otherwise scared to death, of fellow convicts, there could be hints of a smile. Servius swung and struck the whip on her buttocks with all his might. Petra let out a loud scream and twisted as a sharp searing pain shot through her ass.
Maximus approached her, firmly grasping her chin and lifting her head. Then he looked directly into her eyes filled with terror and panic, and said, "Now listen to me carefully! Accept that we crucify you and that there's nothing you can do about it! However, how long your agony will last, it depend also to you. If you keep causing trouble, I'll make sure your ordeal on the cross doesn't last hours, but days! Understand?"
Petra was experiencing the greatest horror of her life. She was completely paralyzed, a chill ran down her spine, she shivered, her body was covered in cold sweat, and tears began to flow down her cheeks from her wide eyes. Maximus' words were the most terrifying she had ever heard. She nodded quickly. The awareness of the inevitability of the cross was overwhelming in itself, but the words of the agony lasting for days were utterly devastating. That horrifying image had a perfectly intimidating and calming effect. She stopped putting up any resistance, hung on the patibulum and wept bitterly.
The men lowered her to the ground and the whole procession made its way to the main gate of Herod's palace, leading directly to the great marketplace. The soldiers opened the heavy iron-studded gates and began to clear the way for a procession of convicts. Although it was lunch time, the market was full of people and the soldiers had to work to push the crowd out and create an alley. For news had spread through the city that at noon the teenage girl who had led the uprising would be on her way to the crucifixion. The procession passed through the gate and set off on way through the market along the palace walls to the executionplace. People pushed and jostled to catch a glimpse of the doomed rebel, but when they saw her, a glimpse was not enough.
She was staggering under the weight of her patibulum. Its placement on her whipped shoulders caused her new sufferings, and the uncomfortable position of her arms made breathing difficult. She was bent under the load, moaning and panting. The tight, sweat-soaked tunic clung to her body, the bloody marks of the whipping seeped to the surface, and her huge bust and round hips strained cloth to the point of bursting. As she walked, she was losting her balance and tripped several times, but the soldiers did not let her fall. Her heavy breasts, with large, good visible nipples, trembled seductively with each heavy, wobbly step and causing outrage. Many people expressed indignation at her shameless appearance, calling her nothing more than a common whore. Others mocked her, that she led a miserable rebellion, but others just watched her and secretly looked forward to seeing her naked and suffering on the cross.
Chapter Eight: A sealed fate
Petra stood, proudly savoring her triumph, while all the soldiers present, except the members of the execution squad, scattered. Maximus and Servius immediately grabbed and twisted Petra's arms behind her back and forced her into a forward bend. Pilate still managed to apprehend the man who brought the news of the rebellion, then turned back to Petra and said, "You deserve the cross more than anyone I have ever condemned! There your pride and arrogance will be broken! Maximus, you personally vouch to me, that this criminal will feel the full weight of Roman justice and suffer until his last breath!"
"You can count on it, sir." maximus replied.
"Take the convicts back to their cells! They'll get what they deserve once we crush that rebel rabble! And hurry, every man is needed now!" commanded Pilate.
"Yes sir!" Maximus said, motioning his men to follow him.
The entire execution squad, including the convicts, hastily set off to the prison block. Pilate watched Petra being led away for a few more moments and admired the curves of the back of her body, her slender legs and her firm, perfectly shaped ass. Pity, it would certainly be an ornament to my bedroom and my house, he thought. Only when she was out of sight did he turn to the soldier who brought the news of the uprising: "Come on! You will give me a detailed report!" The two men went to Pilate's residence.
Maximus and Servius dragged Petra into the deepest dungeon and put her feet in the stocks, to which they also fastened her hands, so that she could not remove the crown. They then hastily left her, leaving her alone in silence, cold, and darkness. However, she, completely intoxicated with the feeling of victory, did not perceive nor the pain of the whipped ass, on which she was forced to sit, nor the pain of the thorns thrust into her head. God is with us. My brothers are marching through the city, soon they will free me and I will lead my people. With these thoughts, exhausted by the whipping and the sleepless night, she fell fast asleep. She had no idea that a few blocks away, at that very time, in his house, Judah had woken up.....
God, I overslept! If already it's over, Petra will think I'm a coward. He took the dagger, hid it under his robes, and made his way swiftly to herod's palace. At first he was surprised, for the streets were quiet, but when he reached the market he was shocked. Instead the rebels, occupying herod's palace, he saw Roman soldiers marching out. Oh, my God, what could have happened? He thought as he walked home confused. Perhaps Petra is safe.....
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The silence was suddenly broken by the click of an iron latch and the creaking of a heavy wooden door. Maximus and Servius entered the musty dungeon, its darkness only lit by the flickering lights of the torches they had brought with them and placed in holders on the wall. They both stopped and with a smile they watched at Petra locked in the stocks and still fast asleep. However, Servius suddenly made a swiftly movement and he had splashed water on her from the pail which he was holding in his hand.
Petra woke up and screamed in fright.
"Get up, Your Highness! The cross awaits!" Maximus exclaimed, walking up to a confused, half-asleep Petra with an old, worn tunic that had once belonged to another female prisoner. Without compassion he tried to slip the garment over her head, but it became entangled in her crown. Petra was moaning loudly as he tried to pull it off. He drove the thorns frantically into her head, but couldn't put it, on her. He pulled it out in irritation and tore the neckline open enough to easily get it over her crowned head. Meanwhile, Servius freed her hands and immediately helped Maximus slip them into the sleeves of the tight tunic they began to put on her with their combined efforts. Petra screamed and resisted as the rough woven rubbed against her skin torn by the flagrums and soaking up the water, blood and sweat covering her body. The wet garment clung to her perfectly, accentuating the fullness of her breasts and the erotic curves of her hips, and hush up nothing of what she had to offer. Even her large, cold-hardened nipples, were visible.
After they dressed her, Servius released her legs from the log and Maximus grabbed her armpits and helped her to her feet.
Although the pain caused during the dressing of the tunic brought Petra back to full consciousness, she still did not fully understand what was happening and asked in confusion:
"Where are my brothers?"
Both men burst out laughing, "Where would they be? In a pit for corpses and they burning there beautifully!"
"My God, that's not possible!" she said incredulously.
"Why wouldn't it be possible? Your embarrassing attempt to defeat Rome is over!" Maximus said proudly.
"Exactly! That rabble of yours ran away, we barely struck them!" Servius added with a smile.
"No! You're lying! I don't believe it!" screamed a shocked Petra.
"Believe what you want, but your FATE is SEALED, you'll be hanging on a cross within the hour!" Maximus said dryly.
Petra, filled with horror and dismay, could not, or rather did not want to believe it. My God, that can't be true, it must be a lie, she was telling to herself as the men led her away. She didn't even notice that they passed through the yard with the whipping post at which she had been morning flogged and entered the main courtyard. Up to loud calls: "At last we have here our queen!!! Glory to her majesty!!!" brought her back again. She looked around, and there were dozens of exuberant soldiers around her. They all came to see the originator of the rebellion, which they crushed. They all longed to see her, suffering on the cross. They all laughed now and with wine toasted her health, to she will be ruling as long as possible on her throne.
Petra's head was spinning with horror and panic, everything seemed so unreal to her. Guided by her executioners, she crossed her patibulum, where Septimus and Marcus were already standing ready, who was welcoming them with the words:
"Hey boss, why is she wearing that rag? There, where she's going, after all won't need any clothes!"
"Not exactly, after all, you yourself know how things go in this crazy country. Pilate doesn't want to risk another uprising of some religious fanatics who can't stand the sight of a naked woman. So the orders are: She has to go through the city dressed and on Golgotha we will take off only her tunic. Then, lest provoke that Jewish hypocrites, we're to let them vote whether to crucify her naked. You know it, Vox populi, vox Dei!"
Petra heard this and tried to protest: "You mayn't let them vote! You mayn't crucify me naked! It's against our law!"
"We may do anything! We don't care about your crazy laws, and you be glad that Pilate decided like this. If it were up to me, I'd strip you right here and lead you naked through the whole city. Besides, trust me, when I nail you to the patibulum, so it if you're or not naked, will be the least of your worries. You won't care, even if all the men of the town, at the sight of that your hairy cunt, are jerking off their dicks."
Petra was in shock not only by his brutal vulgarity, but even more by the knowledge that he was right. When the nails go through her wrists, she certainly won't care if she's naked or clothed and how many people see her. Shaken with terror, she didn't notice that Septimus and Marcus lifted her patibulum, to place it on her. She groaned loudly, staggered and nearly fell when a massive wooden beam landed on her torn shoulders. But Maximus and Servius held her tight and quickly threw her arms over him. Both of her huge breasts rose slightly and spread freely to the sides, while the large hard nipples were even more visible against the thin wet cloth. Septimus and Marcus quickly grabbed the prepared ropes and began to tie her arms tightly to the patibulum.
"Wait please!" exclaimed Petra "I..... I'd..... like to talk to Pilate." she stammered.
"Pilate has no time, right now he is celebrating our victory in the palace, whereas for you is prepared a very different celebration on Golgotha." taunted her Marcus, while finished tying of her arms. Once she was secured, Maximus raised his right hand, exclaimed in a powerful voice: "Off we go!!!" and waved his hand towards the main gate.
The whole world suddenly turned around with Petra. Completely consumed by panic, she screamed, "Nooooo!!!"
She lunged violently at the soldiers, using her patibulum as a battering ram. However, the men dodged in time and before she fell to the ground under its weight, they grabbed the beam and lifted it into the air together with Petra. "Let me go!!! I don't want to end up on the cross!!! I don't want to!!!" she screamed. They all laughed as they watched her hanging helplessly on her patibulum and her legs kicking wildly in the air. Even on the faces, otherwise scared to death, of fellow convicts, there could be hints of a smile. Servius swung and struck the whip on her buttocks with all his might. Petra let out a loud scream and twisted as a sharp searing pain shot through her ass.
Maximus approached her, firmly grasping her chin and lifting her head. Then he looked directly into her eyes filled with terror and panic, and said, "Now listen to me carefully! Accept that we crucify you and that there's nothing you can do about it! However, how long your agony will last, it depend also to you. If you keep causing trouble, I'll make sure your ordeal on the cross doesn't last hours, but days! Understand?"
Petra was experiencing the greatest horror of her life. She was completely paralyzed, a chill ran down her spine, she shivered, her body was covered in cold sweat, and tears began to flow down her cheeks from her wide eyes. Maximus' words were the most terrifying she had ever heard. She nodded quickly. The awareness of the inevitability of the cross was overwhelming in itself, but the words of the agony lasting for days were utterly devastating. That horrifying image had a perfectly intimidating and calming effect. She stopped putting up any resistance, hung on the patibulum and wept bitterly.
The men lowered her to the ground and the whole procession made its way to the main gate of Herod's palace, leading directly to the great marketplace. The soldiers opened the heavy iron-studded gates and began to clear the way for a procession of convicts. Although it was lunch time, the market was full of people and the soldiers had to work to push the crowd out and create an alley. For news had spread through the city that at noon the teenage girl who had led the uprising would be on her way to the crucifixion. The procession passed through the gate and set off on way through the market along the palace walls to the executionplace. People pushed and jostled to catch a glimpse of the doomed rebel, but when they saw her, a glimpse was not enough.
She was staggering under the weight of her patibulum. Its placement on her whipped shoulders caused her new sufferings, and the uncomfortable position of her arms made breathing difficult. She was bent under the load, moaning and panting. The tight, sweat-soaked tunic clung to her body, the bloody marks of the whipping seeped to the surface, and her huge bust and round hips strained cloth to the point of bursting. As she walked, she was losting her balance and tripped several times, but the soldiers did not let her fall. Her heavy breasts, with large, good visible nipples, trembled seductively with each heavy, wobbly step and causing outrage. Many people expressed indignation at her shameless appearance, calling her nothing more than a common whore. Others mocked her, that she led a miserable rebellion, but others just watched her and secretly looked forward to seeing her naked and suffering on the cross.
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