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Amazing job, Barb!
Lucretius of course does not work for free!
"Lucretius! Come one man, make them move their lazy ass!"
"Sorry folks, if you want to see their ass move, I want to see asses first!"
"That's mean, man!"
"No bucks, no show! One sestertius for five lashes! No bargaining!"
Great chapter!
Fine illustrations, Madiosi. All of them.
Lucretius is encouraged by the crowd.
It's his moment of glory.
Oh dear. So much suffering! So well written.I start ... open my eyes ... peer through the sweat that stings them. Lucretius stands before me, a malevolent, sneering smile spreading along his thick lips. In his hand he holds a long wicked-looking leather whip!
"What is it? What's going on?" croaks my cross mate.
I'm so glad Marcella is back with us, too."C'mon Lucretius, do something with 'em. Get 'em moving again!"
You could be right, Marcella but I doubt that in these circumstances, the two women could well cooperate ! Each of them have their own needs ( breath , cramps ...) and it would be astonishing that they need to do in the same moment .
But, we can dream and it's sure that Barb had a great idea in imagining such a story !
I've only a regret, which is to be not nailed with her on the same cross .......
Great work Madi. Hard to decide which one I like best. Perhaps #2?
"Hey Lucretius, ya shoulda nailed them face to face with their tits crushed together! We'd see some hot action then, wouldn't we?"
"Yeah, rubbing their nipples together and all. And grinding their hips together!"
"Fuck that idea! You wanna just look at the ass of the girl in front all day. Wouldn't see no pussy or bouncing titties then, would ya?"
The real question to me is: When does the sedile get put in?
http://mp5stab.deviantart.com/art/Sesaw-Sedile-Sketch-590888956
Coordination of crux dancing with your partner is essential here!OMG .... works like a seesaw!!
View attachment 516063 OMG .... works like a seesaw!!! .... ouch ... you have a twisted little mind, mp5stab ✞✞✞✞✞✞✞✞
An-ti-ci............................PA tion!
Oh your poor nipple and breast!
But what comes next is sure to be worse!
Amazing discribing!!!! Thousands of likes!!How horrible for a crucified woman! She has a front row seat to the slow destruction of her body -- her womanly temple!
-- She's stripped naked
-- Reduced to quivering terror contemplating the agony and physical assaults to come
-- Whipped/tortured
-- Raped (usually), repeatedly
-- Abused verbally and physically by other means
-- Marched to her crucifixion bearing her own cross (or at least the crossbeam)
-- Stretched naked over the wood and cruelly nailed through her wrists and feet,
-- Elevated above the crowd to hang in utter agony
-- Utterly humiliated with her naked breasts and pussy exposed
-- Total loss of control over her own body as muscles cramp and spasm
-- Personal bodily functions performed in front of spectators as she hangs
-- Nails grind relentlessly against raw flesh, nerves and bone to destroy her hands and feet
-- Further mutilation and torture of her body by whippings and inserted devices
-- Tortured with unquenchable thirst, slow loss of blood, loss of human dignity
-- Forced to suffer as long as possible
--- Total abandonment by all
that's a lovely piece of whip-writing!12.
I watch transfixed as Lucretius flexes his whip. The knotted tip strikes the ground, sending a shower of small gravel and dust flying.
The crowd senses that something entertaining is about to happen. People shout and excitedly beckon others to join them, swelling the a small knot of onlookers, as if by magic, to a large throng. Reveling in the attention, Lucretius struts around, arrogantly ordering people to stand back and give him space.
Meanwhile Markus emerges from within the ranks of the crowd, carrying a second whip. Lucretius gives him an affectionate pat on the back as he brushes past on his comrade on the way to taking up station facing my cross-mate.
Stimulated by the prospect of witnessing a double whipping, the gathering crowd raises a raucous clamor, shouting out both encouragement and expressing their delight.
"Please!" I plead, mostly to myself. "Please, don't!"
But the game is on. The Optio assumes his customary commanding place at the edge of the road, solemnly raises both fists above his head, and opens them with fingers extended ... signaling ten lashes.
Lucretius nods acknowledgement.
I am unable to see what is happening behind me, but the tightening of her finger tip around mine tells me that she is as worried as I am.
"It's ten!" I whisper.
"I know," she moans.
Laying his whip down on the ground, Lucretius removes his tunic, tosses it aside, and proceeds to make a crowd-pleasing show of strutting around, flexing and rippling his impressive set of chest and arm muscles. The tumult from the crowd rises to an excited crescendo at the sight of this display of raw masculine power.
Looking very pleased with himself, he retrieves his whip, takes a few paces to his left, leans forward, and squints at me, whip held behind his back, as he carefully selects his target.
"Begin!" orders the Optio.
Suddenly panic-stricken, I struggle to push up ... calling on reserves of strength I didn't know I still possessed. As I rise I twist me body away to the left, hoping somehow to turn my back to Lucretius and the coming whiplash. Leaning out far to the left, my hip and shoulder come into immediate contact with hers. She has done the same, mirroring my movement exactly! Remarkably we are still in sync!
For the briefest of moments we look at one another over our straining shoulders. Our bodies continue to touch. Our eyes lock ... words are not necessary.
Then the first lash soars through the air. The long "fall" section of Lucretius' whip slaps against my taut tummy; the knotted tip continues on to wraps around my side.
It barely hurt. He must not have put much into it, I think.
But then with a powerful tug he rips it away, causing the knotted tip to dig into my flesh and abrate as it is withdrawn ... leaving, in its wake, an angry red burning stripe across my midriff.
Behind me she screams and bucks under the lash. That brief, momentarily calming, melding of our consciousnesses and souls is lost. We are on our own now!
Lucretius lashes out again. This time he puts the full power of his back and arm into delivering a hard strike, which rips diagonally across my out-thrust chest, neatly snagging and nearly slicing my protruding left nipple.
I scream. My knees buckle and I collapse, slumping down against the wood. Wide-eyed, I stare with horror at the bloody damage just inflicted. My poor nipple is split open; my entire breast throbs with pain.
The crowd cheers lustily.
The next lashes come in rapid succession, raining down on the two of us from every possible angle, ranging restlessly over our naked bodies, forcing us to do exactly what the crowd had hoped.
Together we renew the dance, moving our sweat and blood-streaked bfigures up and down and from side to side in a frenzied, but vain, effort to somehow avoid or lessen the punishing bite of the lash.
Under the brutal rapid fire assaults administered by Lucretius and Markus, we twist and turn, squirm and writhe, and howl our hearts out until all but the last of the ten have been administered.
Silence reigns. Nothing but the panting of our two tormentors and an occasional whisper within the crowd.
In unison, we slide down, knees spread, exhausted. My head dips forward. Spittle clings to my lips as I gaze down on my battered body. I know what is coming next. I know I should bring my knees together ... but somehow I haven't the will.
Lucretius advances on me purposely, plants himself before me and sneers, "this last one is for last night!"
I blink at him, semi-comprehending.
He marches off a measured number of paces, turns sideways and grips the handle of his whip in an underhanded fashion.
TO BE CONTINUED
How horrible for a crucified woman! She has a front row seat to the slow destruction of her body -- her womanly temple!
-- She's stripped naked
-- Reduced to quivering terror contemplating the agony and physical assaults to come
-- Whipped/tortured
-- Raped (usually), repeatedly
-- Abused verbally and physically by other means
-- Marched to her crucifixion bearing her own cross (or at least the crossbeam)
-- Stretched naked over the wood and cruelly nailed through her wrists and feet,
-- Elevated above the crowd to hang in utter agony
-- Utterly humiliated with her naked breasts and pussy exposed
-- Total loss of control over her own body as muscles cramp and spasm
-- Personal bodily functions performed in front of spectators as she hangs
-- Nails grind relentlessly against raw flesh, nerves and bone to destroy her hands and feet
-- Further mutilation and torture of her body by whippings and inserted devices
-- Tortured with unquenchable thirst, slow loss of blood, loss of human dignity
-- Forced to suffer as long as possible
--- Total abandonment by all
-- Understanding, as she hangs on her cross, that her life has been taken from her
Well Barb, you know where to place a cliffhanger!I blink at him, semi-comprehending.
He marches off a measured number of paces, turns sideways and grips the handle of his whip in an underhanded fashion.
Yep, that about covers it!How horrible for a crucified woman! She has a front row seat to the slow destruction of her body -- her womanly temple!
-- She's stripped naked
-- Reduced to quivering terror contemplating the agony and physical assaults to come
-- Whipped/tortured
-- Raped (usually), repeatedly
-- Abused verbally and physically by other means
-- Marched to her crucifixion bearing her own cross (or at least the crossbeam)
-- Stretched naked over the wood and cruelly nailed through her wrists and feet,
-- Elevated above the crowd to hang in utter agony
-- Utterly humiliated with her naked breasts and pussy exposed
-- Total loss of control over her own body as muscles cramp and spasm
-- Personal bodily functions performed in front of spectators as she hangs
-- Nails grind relentlessly against raw flesh, nerves and bone to destroy her hands and feet
-- Further mutilation and torture of her body by whippings and inserted devices
-- Tortured with unquenchable thirst, slow loss of blood, loss of human dignity
-- Forced to suffer as long as possible
--- Total abandonment by all
-- Understanding, as she hangs on her cross, that her life has been taken from her