Perhaps not, but you can always be a reader.This is an great story, I feel like it has hit the sweet spot of detail - enough to be intriguing, but not enough to bog you down with words and slow the story. Although, I am hardly a writer...
Oh Gabriella, I was making a snowman on the mountain, threw a snowball in delight and started an avalanche."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
Look, look well oh wolves, for Gabriella is giving tongue"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
Her voice howls like the wolf in its triumph, howls like the dog in a trapLook, look well oh wolves, for Gabriella is giving tongue
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:
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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.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.
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"There a hole in the bucket Eliaza!" He pointed at the side of the bucket as if that made things clearer. "Eliaza, a hole."
"So mend it Dirennius," the sergeant snarled.
"With what shall I …" His voice tailed off at the look of fury on the sergeant's face.
"I don't bloody care Dirennius." The sergeant straightened up, then doubled over again, clutching at his back. "Stick your finger in the hole. Stick your prick in for all I care." He turned gingerly away. "Oh Gods my back!"
"Right," said the sergeant, "drag her over to that post there. Don't want you slipping in shit again, do we Dirennius? And mind your bloody backs this time."
TBC
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.
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.
God almighty, Andy..... you're a man who knows how to write a crux scene! I am in awe!