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Part 28:
Kirana hadn't counted the strokes. She hadn't counted the hours since she had been brought out into the sunlight to suffer. Now Brutus' men were cutting the ropes that had bound her to the beam before the nails had pegged her to it permanently. Then they were tying new, longer ropes to the beam. She knew they would use these to haul her up to dangle from the top of the stake behind her. For now she had to wait, trying to imagine how she could possibly bear to hang from the nails in her wrist. She felt she was already close to her limit, lying here in the dust.
Rego knew it was time to raise Kirana, so he made to rejoin the scene.
"Be ready," he heard Muneth say, as he strode toward the naked princess.
"Shall we raise her, Rego?" asked Brutus, as his men finished their knots above Kirana's head. It almost sounded like a sincere subordinate addressing an officer, but Rego knew there was sarcasm beneath. He nodded. Kirana was looking in Rego's eyes, with a pleading terror.
"Rego...?" The sound almost broke his heart now. The ropes had been threaded through pulleys at the rope of the stipes now, ready to hoist the princess up to hang.
"Stand her up!" roared Brutus. The ropes went taught, and Kirana, panting, shrieked in agony between hard breaths.
"Wait!" said Rego, coming forward. Brutus raised his eyebrow, and his men, after looking at him for direction, let the ropes go slack, leaving Kirana breathless, but in less pain. "You two - carry the beam while I help her up," Rego ordered.
Again, the men looked to Brutus, who only watched, then they obeyed. As Rego knelt and held Kirana in his arms, as if embracing her, Brutus' men each took one end of the beam. As Rego lifted her to a sitting position, they lifted the beam. She cried out several times as the awkward movement strained the nail holes, but was grateful for Rego's help. When she was sitting, supported by Rego, arms outstretched on the beam, bare legs before her, bound at the ankle, she whispered through her tears, "Save Yupar, Rego." He made no real response, but there was a kind of knowing light in his eye as he held her naked torso in his arms.
Next, with a nod to the two men holding the beam, Rego lifted her to her feet, shifting one hand to her buttocks to help lift her. Again she cried out, but not like she would have without help. A drop of blood was finally falling from her left wrist, trickling slowly down her arm. Then Rego backed her slowly to the stipes, her bound feet struggling, until her crossbeam hit the stake. She stood naked before the crowd - and not only naked, her arms were spread wide, as if she were presenting her body to them, hiding nothing. The crowd laughed and cheered; Kirana trembled and wept.
Rego stepped back now. Next she would be lifted off her feet to hang by the nails, and there was nothing he could do to mitigate such torture. Brutus, who had been watching with half-smiling contempt at Rego's pathetic efforts, resumed leadership.
"Well!" he said. "Thank you for the lesson in attending to royalty, Rego!" His men laughed, along with those in the crowd close enough to hear. Rego hoped the emperor hadn't heard. "Now, Princess," he continued, turning to Kirana, looking her nude form up and down, "it's time to hang you up where you belong!" Kirana tried to glare, but she was breathing hard, and her brow wouldn't stay still as the tears continued to flow. "But first -" Brutus stepped up and plucked the diadem from her hair. "You won't be needing his up there," he motioned to the top of the stipes. "You see, Princess, this is what we've done. You came out of your cell this morning in your beautiful gown and jewels, as a princess. Now, we've taken your gown, and we'll take your jewels. Now, you're not a beautiful princess, you're a naked criminal. Now your days of playing royalty are over. Your days of hanging and dying on this cross are about to begin. You understand?" Again, she tried to glare through the tears. "Good," he concluded. "So it's no great shock to you that you can't take your jewels with you to the cross."
He proceeded to auction the diadem then and there, while she stood nude, enslaved to the vicious pain every time the men holding her beam shifted their weight. She didn't even notice that Muneth had bought the diadem; she had to focus to minimize the torture.
Next, Brutus tugged the pearls from her neck, sending heady stabs of agony through her wrists, her arms, her shoulders, and her chest. Muneth bought these as well. Finally, the pearls about her hips were sold, and she was at last truly naked. She had rarely even shown herself like this to her ladies, and then only on a few rare occasions when she had felt too ill to dress herself. Even then she had had her pubic hair. The sense of exposure and vulnerability just from being shaved and feeling the breeze lick her bare vulva was enormous.
She stood there for a few moments, and her executioners just gazed at her, enjoying her shame. It was time to be raised - she knew it was. She dreaded it, and yet, as before, the wait almost felt worse.
"Barbaria, Princess of the Amunians!" shouted Brutus. "You have been sentenced to death, by crucifixion for your crimes against Rome! As we can all see, you have been prepared for execution, and it is now time for your sentence to be carried out!" The crowd laughed. "You will now be lifted to hang from your cross! You shall display yourself naked on the cross until your body rots away!" The crowd cheered.
Brutus nodded, and his men took the ropes and pulled.
(To be continued...)
Kirana hadn't counted the strokes. She hadn't counted the hours since she had been brought out into the sunlight to suffer. Now Brutus' men were cutting the ropes that had bound her to the beam before the nails had pegged her to it permanently. Then they were tying new, longer ropes to the beam. She knew they would use these to haul her up to dangle from the top of the stake behind her. For now she had to wait, trying to imagine how she could possibly bear to hang from the nails in her wrist. She felt she was already close to her limit, lying here in the dust.
Rego knew it was time to raise Kirana, so he made to rejoin the scene.
"Be ready," he heard Muneth say, as he strode toward the naked princess.
"Shall we raise her, Rego?" asked Brutus, as his men finished their knots above Kirana's head. It almost sounded like a sincere subordinate addressing an officer, but Rego knew there was sarcasm beneath. He nodded. Kirana was looking in Rego's eyes, with a pleading terror.
"Rego...?" The sound almost broke his heart now. The ropes had been threaded through pulleys at the rope of the stipes now, ready to hoist the princess up to hang.
"Stand her up!" roared Brutus. The ropes went taught, and Kirana, panting, shrieked in agony between hard breaths.
"Wait!" said Rego, coming forward. Brutus raised his eyebrow, and his men, after looking at him for direction, let the ropes go slack, leaving Kirana breathless, but in less pain. "You two - carry the beam while I help her up," Rego ordered.
Again, the men looked to Brutus, who only watched, then they obeyed. As Rego knelt and held Kirana in his arms, as if embracing her, Brutus' men each took one end of the beam. As Rego lifted her to a sitting position, they lifted the beam. She cried out several times as the awkward movement strained the nail holes, but was grateful for Rego's help. When she was sitting, supported by Rego, arms outstretched on the beam, bare legs before her, bound at the ankle, she whispered through her tears, "Save Yupar, Rego." He made no real response, but there was a kind of knowing light in his eye as he held her naked torso in his arms.
Next, with a nod to the two men holding the beam, Rego lifted her to her feet, shifting one hand to her buttocks to help lift her. Again she cried out, but not like she would have without help. A drop of blood was finally falling from her left wrist, trickling slowly down her arm. Then Rego backed her slowly to the stipes, her bound feet struggling, until her crossbeam hit the stake. She stood naked before the crowd - and not only naked, her arms were spread wide, as if she were presenting her body to them, hiding nothing. The crowd laughed and cheered; Kirana trembled and wept.
Rego stepped back now. Next she would be lifted off her feet to hang by the nails, and there was nothing he could do to mitigate such torture. Brutus, who had been watching with half-smiling contempt at Rego's pathetic efforts, resumed leadership.
"Well!" he said. "Thank you for the lesson in attending to royalty, Rego!" His men laughed, along with those in the crowd close enough to hear. Rego hoped the emperor hadn't heard. "Now, Princess," he continued, turning to Kirana, looking her nude form up and down, "it's time to hang you up where you belong!" Kirana tried to glare, but she was breathing hard, and her brow wouldn't stay still as the tears continued to flow. "But first -" Brutus stepped up and plucked the diadem from her hair. "You won't be needing his up there," he motioned to the top of the stipes. "You see, Princess, this is what we've done. You came out of your cell this morning in your beautiful gown and jewels, as a princess. Now, we've taken your gown, and we'll take your jewels. Now, you're not a beautiful princess, you're a naked criminal. Now your days of playing royalty are over. Your days of hanging and dying on this cross are about to begin. You understand?" Again, she tried to glare through the tears. "Good," he concluded. "So it's no great shock to you that you can't take your jewels with you to the cross."
He proceeded to auction the diadem then and there, while she stood nude, enslaved to the vicious pain every time the men holding her beam shifted their weight. She didn't even notice that Muneth had bought the diadem; she had to focus to minimize the torture.
Next, Brutus tugged the pearls from her neck, sending heady stabs of agony through her wrists, her arms, her shoulders, and her chest. Muneth bought these as well. Finally, the pearls about her hips were sold, and she was at last truly naked. She had rarely even shown herself like this to her ladies, and then only on a few rare occasions when she had felt too ill to dress herself. Even then she had had her pubic hair. The sense of exposure and vulnerability just from being shaved and feeling the breeze lick her bare vulva was enormous.
She stood there for a few moments, and her executioners just gazed at her, enjoying her shame. It was time to be raised - she knew it was. She dreaded it, and yet, as before, the wait almost felt worse.
"Barbaria, Princess of the Amunians!" shouted Brutus. "You have been sentenced to death, by crucifixion for your crimes against Rome! As we can all see, you have been prepared for execution, and it is now time for your sentence to be carried out!" The crowd laughed. "You will now be lifted to hang from your cross! You shall display yourself naked on the cross until your body rots away!" The crowd cheered.
Brutus nodded, and his men took the ropes and pulled.
(To be continued...)
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