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Barbaria Waits ....

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God, what are you all on this morning?!

Before the original thread gets completely swallowed up (if it hasn't already!), can I thank everyone for the nice comments on the story. More to follow, and perhaps I'd better get on with it fast!

Ooops...sorry QP....here I am doing to your thread what so often happens to mine:rolleyes:... don't be mad:eek: .... I guess you need to get on with Barbaria's final humiliation...now you have even more incentive;).
 
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God, what are you all on this morning?!

Before the original thread gets completely swallowed up (if it hasn't already!), can I thank everyone for the nice comments on the story. More to follow, and perhaps I'd better get on with it fast!

The better the story the more the comments it seems. People are here because of what you started QP! :D
 
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 ....

Good story, thank's! Well I think Barb can wait for / expect still a number of executions..........a cat is supposed to have 9 lives.......I wonder how many lives Barb possesses??????......
 
Good story, thank's! Well I think Barb can wait for / expect still a number of executions..........a cat is supposed to have 9 lives.......I wonder how many lives Barb possesses??????......

More than the average cat apparently,,,:rolleyes::)

I hope we never have to find out.

Me toooooo:p
 
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