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Julia
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...
The nightmare went on.
It was the morning of the second day.
Nothing had changed.
The crucifees had endured an incredibly agonizing night.
Just the governess had enjoyed a peaceful sleep in her comfortable sedan-chair.
(picture 1)
Kodos and his companion still heavily suffered on their crosses.
Both were tormented by intense waves of unbearable pain.
And both permanently moaned.
Kodos still fought a desperate and lonely struggle for his remaining dignity,
an almost chanceless attempt to save his honour.
(picture 2)
Unlike him the temple slave meanwhile became totally unable to avoid
her permanent screams of agony, as well as her eternal pleads for mercy.
(picture 3)
Her pityful state became a further torment for Kodos' suffering soul.
He even felt her pleading eyes looking for him.
And indeed, she was pleading to Kodos,
begging him to help her.
Obviously she started to lose her mind.
For a moment Kodos almost forgot his own pain.
He looked at her.
And their eyes met.
(picture 4)
Surely she had not his strength,
not the slightest bit.
She was just weak and breakable.
Kodos felt his increasing compassion for this woman
that he never had met before.
In this moment it happened:
For a short second he lost his self control,
and he yelled, into the direction of the governess,
yelled again:
"Let her in peace! She hasn't done anything."
Slowly, very slowly, the governess moved to Kodos' cross.
(picture 5)
Standing in front of him she watched Kodos' face expression that reflected his growing torment.
(picture 6)
She coldly asked him:
"You really dare to beg for this slave?"
He nodded.
The governess' face became colder than ever,
when she denied his beg.
She said:
"You actually care for such a worthless nothing?
You, the former chieftain?"
The governess laughed,
saying
"Now everyone can see ... what the cross has made with you.
You already think like a slave.
You already are a slave.
And you will die as a slave!"
Her laughter increased, as well as the coldness in her voice,
when she said:
"Forget your stupid beg!
This slave will rot on the cross. Together with you!
No doubt about it.
Mercy means weakness. And a roman governess is never weak."
Then,
after a contemptful view (picture 7)
to the pleading temple slave,
the governess returned to the shadow.
It's said that even one of the assistant executioners,
a battle-hardened Centurio from Caesaromagus,
felt lots of compassion for the crucifees.
But after a harsh threat and a menacing gesture of the governess ...
he decided to hold his tongue.
The dice had fallen,
it was decided.
There wouldn't be any mercy,
not for Kodos,
and not for the crying slave.
They would die together.
That was inevitable.
Nothing had changed.
Both heavily moaned.
And again and again the woman sobbed.
More and more Kodos felt almost responsible for his companion.
In spite of his own helpless state ...
his wish to help her, as much as possible, increased.
It was obvious for him: this weak being needed him.
And whenever she sreamed of pain (picture 8),
or begged for help,
he tried whatever he was able to do.
Repeatedly he tried everything possible to find some solaceful words for her.
And in her eyes he saw a growing thankfulness.
So more and more the emotional nearness between the tormented companions increased.
(picture 9)
And together they suffered,
together they were caught in a hell of agony,
for long long days.
And Kodos knew that the worst was still waiting for them ...
His fearful thoughts became a further torment for him.
And his growing fear increased more and more.
In this moment
he felt an overwhelmingly sharp pain:
A heavy cramp occured.
(picture 10)
Kodos yelled,
as he had never yelled before in his life ...
...
(to be continued)
...
Cheers,
Julia
(who still tries to breath ...)
The nightmare went on.
It was the morning of the second day.
Nothing had changed.
The crucifees had endured an incredibly agonizing night.
Just the governess had enjoyed a peaceful sleep in her comfortable sedan-chair.
(picture 1)
Kodos and his companion still heavily suffered on their crosses.
Both were tormented by intense waves of unbearable pain.
And both permanently moaned.
Kodos still fought a desperate and lonely struggle for his remaining dignity,
an almost chanceless attempt to save his honour.
(picture 2)
Unlike him the temple slave meanwhile became totally unable to avoid
her permanent screams of agony, as well as her eternal pleads for mercy.
(picture 3)
Her pityful state became a further torment for Kodos' suffering soul.
He even felt her pleading eyes looking for him.
And indeed, she was pleading to Kodos,
begging him to help her.
Obviously she started to lose her mind.
For a moment Kodos almost forgot his own pain.
He looked at her.
And their eyes met.
(picture 4)
Surely she had not his strength,
not the slightest bit.
She was just weak and breakable.
Kodos felt his increasing compassion for this woman
that he never had met before.
In this moment it happened:
For a short second he lost his self control,
and he yelled, into the direction of the governess,
yelled again:
"Let her in peace! She hasn't done anything."
Slowly, very slowly, the governess moved to Kodos' cross.
(picture 5)
Standing in front of him she watched Kodos' face expression that reflected his growing torment.
(picture 6)
She coldly asked him:
"You really dare to beg for this slave?"
He nodded.
The governess' face became colder than ever,
when she denied his beg.
She said:
"You actually care for such a worthless nothing?
You, the former chieftain?"
The governess laughed,
saying
"Now everyone can see ... what the cross has made with you.
You already think like a slave.
You already are a slave.
And you will die as a slave!"
Her laughter increased, as well as the coldness in her voice,
when she said:
"Forget your stupid beg!
This slave will rot on the cross. Together with you!
No doubt about it.
Mercy means weakness. And a roman governess is never weak."
Then,
after a contemptful view (picture 7)
to the pleading temple slave,
the governess returned to the shadow.
It's said that even one of the assistant executioners,
a battle-hardened Centurio from Caesaromagus,
felt lots of compassion for the crucifees.
But after a harsh threat and a menacing gesture of the governess ...
he decided to hold his tongue.
The dice had fallen,
it was decided.
There wouldn't be any mercy,
not for Kodos,
and not for the crying slave.
They would die together.
That was inevitable.
Nothing had changed.
Both heavily moaned.
And again and again the woman sobbed.
More and more Kodos felt almost responsible for his companion.
In spite of his own helpless state ...
his wish to help her, as much as possible, increased.
It was obvious for him: this weak being needed him.
And whenever she sreamed of pain (picture 8),
or begged for help,
he tried whatever he was able to do.
Repeatedly he tried everything possible to find some solaceful words for her.
And in her eyes he saw a growing thankfulness.
So more and more the emotional nearness between the tormented companions increased.
(picture 9)
And together they suffered,
together they were caught in a hell of agony,
for long long days.
And Kodos knew that the worst was still waiting for them ...
His fearful thoughts became a further torment for him.
And his growing fear increased more and more.
In this moment
he felt an overwhelmingly sharp pain:
A heavy cramp occured.
(picture 10)
Kodos yelled,
as he had never yelled before in his life ...
...
(to be continued)
...
Cheers,
Julia
(who still tries to breath ...)
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Nice story and illustrations
J
Julia
Guest
Thank you very very much!
And as it comes from such a great author ... double thanks !
By the way, I like your new Avatar! Cool!
Cheers,
Julia
You're welcome and thans for the avatar comment, lady J.
THT
THT
Kodos the Executioner
Governor
The sun has begun its slumber along with the governess and the crowd -- only a couple guards remain by the crosses. But night has brought no relief to my pain. I find no respite as the cramps in my legs are only alleviated by the cramps in my arms.
I'm exhausted. I pass out, but my constant companion, the anguish of the cross, once again announces itself and I am again fully conscious. I grit my teeth to avoid screaming while desperately begging for sleep to come -- just a few short hours in which my body will not be tortured. But I remain on the cross, shifting my weight even more frequently than before.
Julia screams as her body contorts about the beam, begging some distant, unseen figure in the night to take her from this place. I would gladly give up any relief in my struggle for her to get the couple hours of sleep that I vainly wish could be mine.
The first rays of sunlight radiate from the horizon. I moan in pain with the thought of another hot day that will be upon us in a few short hours. Each of the signs that point to our crosses will once more beckon the crowds, led by their cruel governess. The temple slave's shrieks betray the dread we both have of the upcoming day.
Her body twists, a distortion of its beauty, in a futile attempt to ease her ordeal. I see tears once again running down her cheeks as she turns to me in supplication for an end to her plight. Beneath the tears I see the look of desperation in her eyes, worse than the look I saw before she was nailed to the cross. The torture of this last day is destroying the last grips she has on sanity. I want to help her, offer her some consolation. But I try all that I can to whisper some words to her so only she can hear them. They are to no avail.
I see the governess once again in the shadows. I yell my petition to her on the slave's behalf. She slowly walks to my cross, deliberately slow, as I am forced to adjust my position once again. But as I beg for the slave's life the governess becomes colder than I thought was possible. She laughs at my request and compares me to the slave that has become my companion. As I glance at my suffering body as my nakedness, helplessness and humiliation becomes all the more apparent.
I, once a great enemy of Rome now suffer, totally nude, to the amusement of the vengeful crowd. Julia, a lowly temple slave, condemned for some minor offense, suffers next to me. What could generously have been called clothing and a loincloth had long since fallen from her slender body -- leaving her too naked for all to see. We are both in agony, having been sentenced to the same fate. Our inevitable deaths are the only things that can end our pain.
She does not have my strength but I am compelled to help her, even after the cruelty of the governess. I offer my words of consolation, as weak as they are, to ease her pain. She cries in agony, but less and less often.
As we gaze in each others eyes we know the suffering of the other on these torturous devices. A plight to be played out in front of the leering, bloodthirsty crowds. We are both equals in our dance of pain, but our growing bond eases some of that agony. But worse things still await us. I feel a growing fear of what will come...
I'm exhausted. I pass out, but my constant companion, the anguish of the cross, once again announces itself and I am again fully conscious. I grit my teeth to avoid screaming while desperately begging for sleep to come -- just a few short hours in which my body will not be tortured. But I remain on the cross, shifting my weight even more frequently than before.
Julia screams as her body contorts about the beam, begging some distant, unseen figure in the night to take her from this place. I would gladly give up any relief in my struggle for her to get the couple hours of sleep that I vainly wish could be mine.
The first rays of sunlight radiate from the horizon. I moan in pain with the thought of another hot day that will be upon us in a few short hours. Each of the signs that point to our crosses will once more beckon the crowds, led by their cruel governess. The temple slave's shrieks betray the dread we both have of the upcoming day.
Her body twists, a distortion of its beauty, in a futile attempt to ease her ordeal. I see tears once again running down her cheeks as she turns to me in supplication for an end to her plight. Beneath the tears I see the look of desperation in her eyes, worse than the look I saw before she was nailed to the cross. The torture of this last day is destroying the last grips she has on sanity. I want to help her, offer her some consolation. But I try all that I can to whisper some words to her so only she can hear them. They are to no avail.
I see the governess once again in the shadows. I yell my petition to her on the slave's behalf. She slowly walks to my cross, deliberately slow, as I am forced to adjust my position once again. But as I beg for the slave's life the governess becomes colder than I thought was possible. She laughs at my request and compares me to the slave that has become my companion. As I glance at my suffering body as my nakedness, helplessness and humiliation becomes all the more apparent.
I, once a great enemy of Rome now suffer, totally nude, to the amusement of the vengeful crowd. Julia, a lowly temple slave, condemned for some minor offense, suffers next to me. What could generously have been called clothing and a loincloth had long since fallen from her slender body -- leaving her too naked for all to see. We are both in agony, having been sentenced to the same fate. Our inevitable deaths are the only things that can end our pain.
She does not have my strength but I am compelled to help her, even after the cruelty of the governess. I offer my words of consolation, as weak as they are, to ease her pain. She cries in agony, but less and less often.
As we gaze in each others eyes we know the suffering of the other on these torturous devices. A plight to be played out in front of the leering, bloodthirsty crowds. We are both equals in our dance of pain, but our growing bond eases some of that agony. But worse things still await us. I feel a growing fear of what will come...
You are doing a great job on this story!
J
Julia
Guest
Kodos the Executioner
Governor
Thanks! Glad you guys like it!
J
Julia
Guest
Don't be too shy!
Obviously not only the guys like your prose!
Salve,
Julia
J
Julia
Guest
...
The day was horrible.
The sun mercilessly burned the skin of the condemned.
Both heavily suffered,
united in an inferno of agony.
(picture 1)
The only thing that made everything a bit more bearable
was the increasing emotional nearness between the dying companions.
They would die, obviously,
but at least they did not feel alone in their suffering.
And when Kodos looked into her face
and into her grateful eyes ...
he was aware that he had done whatever had been possible
to ease her suffering.
Meanwhile the first vultures arrived at Julia's cross.
(picture 2)
And some insects started to lay down their rising generation
in the wounds of her face.
(picture 3)
She cried.
But each time when she looked to him ...
she found a little solace for her suffering soul.
And each time she calmed a little bit.
Kodos's state also became rapidly worse.
And one cramp followed the other.
(picture 4)
Both constantly moaned.
Both cried.
Soon the last remains of self control would be gone.
Again the Governess controlled the state of the crucifees.
But when she looked into Kodos' face she had to realize
that he still resisted to plead.
And there was still some defiance in his face.
The Governess was disappointed and angry.
She wanted to hear him yell.
She touched him in an embarassing and painful way,
with the result that he heavily moaned.
(picture 5)
And after an extremely painful lash of her whip
her agonising victim writhed on the cross.
(picture 6)
The Governess was satisfied.
She grinned.
Then she turned to the moaning temple slave.
She came closer to her victim.
And with a cold irony she whispered some words into the slave's ears,
evil laughing,
and saying:
"Good night, Slave! Enjoy your last night! Tomorrow you'll die."
(picture 7)
The crucified slave cried.
And together with a helpful servant
the Governess enjoyed the spectacle of the moaning slave.
(picture 8)
Then dusk had arrived,
and the night came.
It would be the last night,
for Julia
(picture 9),
as well as for Kodos
(picture 10).
It was obvious:
They would not survive the coming day.
...
to be continued
...
The day was horrible.
The sun mercilessly burned the skin of the condemned.
Both heavily suffered,
united in an inferno of agony.
(picture 1)
The only thing that made everything a bit more bearable
was the increasing emotional nearness between the dying companions.
They would die, obviously,
but at least they did not feel alone in their suffering.
And when Kodos looked into her face
and into her grateful eyes ...
he was aware that he had done whatever had been possible
to ease her suffering.
Meanwhile the first vultures arrived at Julia's cross.
(picture 2)
And some insects started to lay down their rising generation
in the wounds of her face.
(picture 3)
She cried.
But each time when she looked to him ...
she found a little solace for her suffering soul.
And each time she calmed a little bit.
Kodos's state also became rapidly worse.
And one cramp followed the other.
(picture 4)
Both constantly moaned.
Both cried.
Soon the last remains of self control would be gone.
Again the Governess controlled the state of the crucifees.
But when she looked into Kodos' face she had to realize
that he still resisted to plead.
And there was still some defiance in his face.
The Governess was disappointed and angry.
She wanted to hear him yell.
She touched him in an embarassing and painful way,
with the result that he heavily moaned.
(picture 5)
And after an extremely painful lash of her whip
her agonising victim writhed on the cross.
(picture 6)
The Governess was satisfied.
She grinned.
Then she turned to the moaning temple slave.
She came closer to her victim.
And with a cold irony she whispered some words into the slave's ears,
evil laughing,
and saying:
"Good night, Slave! Enjoy your last night! Tomorrow you'll die."
(picture 7)
The crucified slave cried.
And together with a helpful servant
the Governess enjoyed the spectacle of the moaning slave.
(picture 8)
Then dusk had arrived,
and the night came.
It would be the last night,
for Julia
(picture 9),
as well as for Kodos
(picture 10).
It was obvious:
They would not survive the coming day.
...
to be continued
...
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Kodos the Executioner
Governor
Awesome continuation both story and picture wise!
J
Julia
Guest
can I just say Kudos to both, or is that a trademark infringment?
THT
THT
J
Julia
Guest
J
Julia
Guest
It's Ids.
J
Julia
Guest
Just a short question for my dear companion:
Shall I already post the next round?
Or shall I still wait a bit?
Cheers,
Julia
Shall I already post the next round?
Or shall I still wait a bit?
Cheers,
Julia
Please do!
J
Julia
Guest
...
The last day had arrived.
The air was filled with almost constant
moans, cries and screams of the suffering companions.
The jeering crowd had its fun,
celebrating an unscrupulous public festival.
It was obvious for everyone,
both crucifees would not be able to endure the day.
And their death was only a question of hours.
For a last time Kodos tried to speak to her,
whispering
"Farewell Julia,
soon we'll be in heaven ..."
Her lips moved,
trying to build some words ...
Her mouth remained silent,
but Kodos understood her unspoken words.
...
The Governess enjoyed the spectacle,
together with her slaves,
who had to care for her comfort.
And with growing joy she was waiting for the death
of the helpless beings,
who were still writhing on their crosses.
...
In this moment an important guest arrived at the crucifixion site,
a Tribune from Batavia.
(picture 1)
At first the Governess was glad to see him.
And she friendly asked him
about the newest news from the most distant areas of the empire.
But his answer horrified her.
The Tribune had to inform the Governess
that something terrible was going on in her home town ...
(picture 2)
And he told her that her formerly impressive villa,
located in the high-class suburban district of Pompeii,
had been almost completely destroyed.
She would need lots of money for the rebuilding of her homestead.
And every single coin would be important.
The Governess heavily lamented:
"Goddess help!
How could I come to money? How?
This area, my province, is reduced to poverty. Already my predecessor had ruined its economy.
What now?"
The batavian Tribune had an idea.
He said:
"We live in hard times. But slave trade is always a successful business."
And together with one of the assistant executioners,
the Centurio from Caesaromagus,
he convinced the Governess to try it.
Just one question remained:
Where to find slaves for the Governess' economical revival?
Suddenly she had an idea:
"I could start with these two on the crosses."
And forthwith she commanded:
"Take them down! Immediately!
For the Chieftain I could receive a good amount."
When she looked to the more or less unconscious temple slave
the Governess hesitated for a moment.
But then she said:
"And take also the slave down from the cross!
Perhaps I'll get some copper-coins for her."
Forthwith the rescue activities started.
Meanwhile Kodos' state was not the best,
so that the Centurio did not know how to take him down
without further danger for the valuable captive's life.
(picture 3)
But then Kodos's rescue finally began.
Just the blood-thirsty onlookers protested.
Their disappointment was obvious.
But the mob's lamentations and abusive words were ignored.
(picture 4)
And together, with combined effort,
the guards were finally able to take Kodos down from the cross.
(picture 5)
Now it was time to care for the temple slave.
When the activities started she came back to consciousness.
And she loudly yelled of pain.
Carefully, very carefully,
the cross with the screaming slave was laid down
by some of the Governess' slaves.
(picture 6)
Then the nails had to be removed.
And even the Governess herself,
afraid to lose some decisive copper-coins,
anxiously helped to soothe the crying slave.
(picture 7)
Then the rescue was done,
successfully.
And after some necessary medical care
the injured captives were led away from the execution site.
When he and his guards passed the angry crowd
Kodos was able to see the hate in the onlookers' eyes.
(picture 8)
They had come to see him and Julia die.
And now the mob was heavily disappointed.
Kodos, although everything still hurt like hell,
was not able to avoid a triumphing grin.
And in particular he was happy
that his companion had survived too.
Like him the temple slave was also led away,
into the next stage of a life in slavery.
(picture 9)
The future of the captives was uncertain.
But at least had both,
Kodos and even Julia
survived.
(picture 10).
The last day had arrived.
The air was filled with almost constant
moans, cries and screams of the suffering companions.
The jeering crowd had its fun,
celebrating an unscrupulous public festival.
It was obvious for everyone,
both crucifees would not be able to endure the day.
And their death was only a question of hours.
For a last time Kodos tried to speak to her,
whispering
"Farewell Julia,
soon we'll be in heaven ..."
Her lips moved,
trying to build some words ...
Her mouth remained silent,
but Kodos understood her unspoken words.
...
The Governess enjoyed the spectacle,
together with her slaves,
who had to care for her comfort.
And with growing joy she was waiting for the death
of the helpless beings,
who were still writhing on their crosses.
...
In this moment an important guest arrived at the crucifixion site,
a Tribune from Batavia.
(picture 1)
At first the Governess was glad to see him.
And she friendly asked him
about the newest news from the most distant areas of the empire.
But his answer horrified her.
The Tribune had to inform the Governess
that something terrible was going on in her home town ...
(picture 2)
And he told her that her formerly impressive villa,
located in the high-class suburban district of Pompeii,
had been almost completely destroyed.
She would need lots of money for the rebuilding of her homestead.
And every single coin would be important.
The Governess heavily lamented:
"Goddess help!
How could I come to money? How?
This area, my province, is reduced to poverty. Already my predecessor had ruined its economy.
What now?"
The batavian Tribune had an idea.
He said:
"We live in hard times. But slave trade is always a successful business."
And together with one of the assistant executioners,
the Centurio from Caesaromagus,
he convinced the Governess to try it.
Just one question remained:
Where to find slaves for the Governess' economical revival?
Suddenly she had an idea:
"I could start with these two on the crosses."
And forthwith she commanded:
"Take them down! Immediately!
For the Chieftain I could receive a good amount."
When she looked to the more or less unconscious temple slave
the Governess hesitated for a moment.
But then she said:
"And take also the slave down from the cross!
Perhaps I'll get some copper-coins for her."
Forthwith the rescue activities started.
Meanwhile Kodos' state was not the best,
so that the Centurio did not know how to take him down
without further danger for the valuable captive's life.
(picture 3)
But then Kodos's rescue finally began.
Just the blood-thirsty onlookers protested.
Their disappointment was obvious.
But the mob's lamentations and abusive words were ignored.
(picture 4)
And together, with combined effort,
the guards were finally able to take Kodos down from the cross.
(picture 5)
Now it was time to care for the temple slave.
When the activities started she came back to consciousness.
And she loudly yelled of pain.
Carefully, very carefully,
the cross with the screaming slave was laid down
by some of the Governess' slaves.
(picture 6)
Then the nails had to be removed.
And even the Governess herself,
afraid to lose some decisive copper-coins,
anxiously helped to soothe the crying slave.
(picture 7)
Then the rescue was done,
successfully.
And after some necessary medical care
the injured captives were led away from the execution site.
When he and his guards passed the angry crowd
Kodos was able to see the hate in the onlookers' eyes.
(picture 8)
They had come to see him and Julia die.
And now the mob was heavily disappointed.
Kodos, although everything still hurt like hell,
was not able to avoid a triumphing grin.
And in particular he was happy
that his companion had survived too.
Like him the temple slave was also led away,
into the next stage of a life in slavery.
(picture 9)
The future of the captives was uncertain.
But at least had both,
Kodos and even Julia
survived.
(picture 10).
