Lost count a long time ago Roxie....
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Yet you seem to be holding up quite well! Remarkable recuperative powers Barb!
Lost count a long time ago Roxie....
View attachment 135144 don't have enough fingers and toes to keep track
See this is amateur cruxing. Who the hell covers rough bark with cellophane to protect the wench's back...Paul I thought that I saw her waiting with her beam and all loaded with chains
someone with inadequate body armor if you ask me! Why don't you ever see men dumb enough to go in to battle wearing just a loin cloth?Wow...who is that??????
someone with inadequate body armor if you ask me! Why don't you ever see men dumb enough to in to battle wearing just a loin cloth?
Most definitely! Though it would have to be easily removable of course...You would if women wrote the stories
That is the best kind!Most definitely! Though it would have to be easily removable of course...
That is the best kind!
please yepMost definitely! Though it would have to be easily removable of course...
agreeThat is the best kind!
that's indeed the way we like
A fine start !Barbaria waits....
A while has passed since the prosecutor pronounced the dreaded sentence that chills the blood : 'Barbaria, for your crimes you are condemned to death. You will be taken from her, and after the customary preparations, you will be nailed, naked, by your wrists and feet, to a stout wooden cross, which will be raised in full public view. Upon it, you will die a horrible, wretched and painful death. However grievous your suffering, no attemt to ease your torment or hasten your death will be permitted'.
On hearing the sentence, Barbaria trembles, then retches . For now, her waiting is over.
Barbaria is taken out to the public square, where a soldier slits her robe with a sword, tearing it from her body. As she vainly attempts to cover her breasts another soldier removes her loin cloth. No more will her desirable body be protected, shielded by clothing.
Now she is tied, arms raised, to a post, her toes barely touching the ground. And now the awful scourging begins. Forty-nine strokes, stinging, striping, flaying skin. Back, shoulders, breasts, buttocks, and the worst, the tender personal place between her legs.,Her body twisting, jumping, twitching, trying, uselessly, to avoid the lash. Wounds hurting, blood streaming, a vicious, agonising overture.
Released, her body slumps, exhausted. Roused by a pail of filthy water she is dragged to her feet, and hauled away, legs trailing.
Thrown into a corner, she is allowed minutes to recover. Then dragged up again, and a rough thorny crown placed on her head. Pressed down firmly, and then twisted. Barbaria groans deeply as the thorns bite, searing her precious scalp, blood seeping, pouring through long, flowing, red-brown hair.
The heavy, rough beam, stained with the blood and sweat of its previous victims, is strapped across her shoulders, rough ropes grinding into her arms. Forced up, carrying her own instrument of death to her own place of execution. Rough ground, stumbling, fainting, whipped to continue. Bruising as she falls, re-opening whip-wounds, breasts battered, bleeding, hurting, aching terribly.
Barbaria arrives at the place and falls heavily. Turned over on her pained, sliced back, and left alone. Now waiting, fearful, trembling. Voices, movement. To her right an animal screams. Not an animal though, she realises as she turns her aching head to look, but a girl, like her. Arching, straining,as she is nailed. More howling, screaming. Barbaria waits, stomach churning, quivering with fear. She knows what will happen, that soon she will be screaming. But how awful will it really be?
All Barbaria can do is wait, helplessly, loathed, desperate, terrified.
To be continued ....
Thanks so much, Yupar. After the amazing, brilliant nailing and raising scene you have just posted, that means a lot.A fine start !
Let me know when u continue tooThanks so much, Yupar. After the amazing, brilliant nailing and raising scene you have just posted, that means a lot.
Will do !Let me know when u continue too
Cuz sometimes i couldnt notice most of new posts
Roxie: what part of Ohio are you from?????She is indeed! I....I....love her.....
Can't imagine why you'd want it removed. Mine lifts up in the front. Happens all the time when I'm on this site .That is the best kind!