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Impressive work, Marcella. Intense and tragic at the same time. I wish I could like this 10 times. Thank you !
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Impressive work, Marcella. Intense and tragic at the same time. I wish I could like this 10 times. Thank you !
Cella
Spectator
Marcella’s Crucifixion: Episode 9
Paradise Gained, part 1
Marcella and Thessela walk out into the light. Behind them is a long tunnel with columns on both sides that seems to stretch back into darkness. It empties out onto a portico where the sisters now stand. They blink at the scene before them: softly filtered light from a blue sky with puffy clouds, a lush pastoral landscape, birds twittering in the trees, butterflies flitting among the flowers, the sounds of nature all around.
The sisters are dressed in bits of gossamer material, the loose ends of which waft in a gentle breeze.
“Where are we?” asks Thessela.
“I don’t know.” Marcella replies. “But wherever this is I feel very safe and happy.”
“Happy? How is that possible? Weren’t we crucified?
“Yes, we were, but no longer. Thessela, I think we’re dead!”
“Oh no! Dead! That’s terrible!”
“Why is it terrible, Thess? We were crucified. We died and I remember falling into a deep abyss. Did you?”
“Yes, I did too. There was no pain.“
“Then we were in the that long tunnel behind us. Remember, we were walking toward the light. The welcoming light. Now we’re here. Doesn’t this seem like, like – well, paradise?”
“Paradise? I thought at death you passed into the underworld. A dark place. The idea always frightened me.”
“Perhaps this is the underworld – just not what we expected.”
“It is beautiful, and oh, so peaceful. I’ve never felt more at home.”
“And look at us Thessela. Look! No wounds from the nails, no whip marks!” Marcella holds up her wrists. “See!” She extends an elegantly sculpted leg, pointing her foot. “No wounds, Thess! This must be paradise!”
Thessela looks at the back of her thighs that had been so cruelly whipped. She holds out her arms. She sees no scars or marks. “Yes! No wounds! We are as we were, whole again, but better in a way!” She looks down at her belly and sees just clear skin. “See, my stretch marks are gone too!”
Marcella slips her hand under her barely-there loincloth and gently cups her vulva, applying some pressure. She feels no pain or discomfort. There’s no abraded or torn tissues. She feels around her vagina. Again, there is no pain. After the pear torture and multiple rapes, she was certain that this probing would be extremely painful. She inserts the tip of one finger, and then another, and feels a youthful tightness. She withdraws her fingers and looks. There is no blood! No pain, no discomfort, no blood. Thank goodness! Everything is as it was – she feels intact, virginal. She’s whole again!
Thessela does the same, finding no evidence of burns in her crotch, or damage from her rapes. She runs her hands over her breasts – there are no burns, no pain.
Their discovery that all their wounds and injuries are healed fills the sisters with enormous joy. They embrace, so glad to be reunited after the terrible horror they’d been through.
Marcella takes Thessela’s hand and squeezes it. “Come on Thess, let’s see what paradise has for us.”
But just as they are ready to step off the portico, Thessela stops. “What was that?” she asks.
“What’s what?” responds Marcella, looking around.
“There, back in the tunnel a ways. I thought I saw someone in the shadows, moving behind one of the columns. There, there, do you see?” Thessela points with her long, exquisitely feminine arm. Marcella follows the direction of her finger.
She sees a head sticking out, then suddenly withdrawing. “Oh my, how wonderful!” She squeals in delight. “Thess, it’s Anna, it’s Anna!”
“Anna? Anna who?”
“Thess, it’s Anna, the girl crucified with us, she was next to me. On my left. She’s here! She’s here!” Marcella claps her hands together. “I was hoping we’d see her. I’m so happy!”
Thessela’s voice turns harsh. “She’s here? That – that slave!”
“Oh Thess,” scolds Marcella, “stop it! You’re being too judgmental. It’s Anna! Oh, I’m so happy!”
“But she’s the bitch -- I mean, she’s the one responsible for all the terrible things that happened . . .”
Marcella cuts her sister off. “Thess, you know perfectly well she wasn’t. She was a slave, horribly treated by her owners. She did as anyone in that situation would. She fought back and escaped. But she got captured. That we got caught up in her escape is not her fault. Our sufferings cannot be blamed on her. Please, Thess, I beg of you. We are in paradise now! We should welcome her as a sister.”
“A sister? She’s no sister to us. She just a – a . . .” Thessela could not finish. She turns away from looking down the tunnel, folding her arms under her breasts.
“Thessela!” says Marcella sharply. “I might remind you that we are not actually sisters either, are we? We are cousins.”
“Yes, yes, I know that,” responds Thessela, somewhat defensively, “but we are as close as sisters – even closer. I’ve always thought of you as my sister, Marcella. I’ve loved you always, as my dearest sister.”
“As have I, Thess. But just as we are not real sisters but think of ourselves as such, why can’t we accept Anna as our sister too? We share so much in common now, don’t we? So much suffering. Surely, Thess, you cannot still be angry.”
“But as cousins we’re still blood relations. She’s not any kind of relation to us.”
“Oh Thess, please! Can’t you see the bigger picture here? Anna is a part of us now. Our lives have overlapped in a very personal, intimate way. We were crucified together. That is our blood bond. Please don’t be angry still.”
“I’m not angry. I’m not sure that is even possible here. I – I just don’t know if I can forgive her.”
“Forgive her for what? She did us no wrong! The Romans did, not Anna. They crucified us. Me because I was mistaken for Anna, and you for accidentally killing a soldier while trying to protect me. It’s tragic, but it’s over. We died. Now we’re in the afterworld. This is a place of forgiveness, Thess. A place of rebirth into new life. We cannot enjoy the pleasures of this paradise by bringing earthbound feelings and resentments here. They have no place. This is a place for love, for forgiveness. Do you understand, Thess? Do you?”
“But we never got to live out our lives. They were taken from us! Marcella, I’ll never see my children again. And you’ll never have a chance to marry and have your own babies. I was only twenty-four, and you were nineteen. We died so, so young, and for nothing! Doesn’t that make you angry!
“Yes, it did. Down there it did. I was very angry with Anna when she was crucified next to me. I said some awful things to her. But I was in so much pain! I’d been raped and nailed naked to a cross. I felt I had to be mad at her. But when she told me her story and pleaded with me to get you to remove your curse, I just knew I could not stay mad at her.”
“But it was her actions that got you nailed to a cross, Marcella! And me! Okay, okay, maybe she didn’t do anything to us on purpose, but if she hadn’t done . . . if she hadn’t . . .”
Thessela buries her face in her hands as tears flow. “Oh damn! Damn it all! Marcella, I couldn’t help you down there! I couldn’t protect you. Oh, I tried when I hit that soldier, but I couldn’t save you from them. When I saw you crucified my heart was torn out of my body! To see you, my little sister, suffering so horribly, naked, humiliated, nailed to that cross -- oh god, Marcella, I nearly died on the spot. I just could not understand why my innocent little sister had to be crucified for NOTHING! NOTHING! I thought maybe it was my fault, and I had to find someone to blame it on. The slave -- Anna – was the person I had to blame to pretend I wasn’t responsible for what happened to you. I was terrified that it was I who got you crucified. Don’t you see, Marcella, I blame myself for what happened to you! I failed to protect you, as I should have. It was me, all along! MY FAULT! MY FAULT!”
Marcella is shocked to hear such a startling confession. “Thessela, are you insane? What do you mean you’re responsible? How can you say that?” Marcella stands in front of her sister, grabbing her arms and pulling her close. “Thess, no one is responsible except for those who condemned us and crucified us. No one else. Do you hear me Thess? It is preposterous for you to take responsibility. You’re not responsible and Anna isn’t responsible either. Sometimes terrible things just happen. Please, dear sister, do not ever think you did anything wrong!”
Thessela continues, crying on Marcella’s shoulder. “I was so afraid while we were crucified together that you would blame me somehow. I don’t know why, I just was. So I raged at Anna, more to hide my own sense of responsibility, as I saw it, than to blame her. I know now she really isn’t responsible. But down there, in all that ugliness and agony, I had to blame somebody.”
Marcella hugs her big sister more tightly than ever before. Both of them are sobbing. “It’s good that this all came out. Of course, none of it is true. But it’s good that you told me what was eating you up inside. Now, Thess, can we go about convincing Anna she belongs with us?”
Thessela sighs deeply.” She looks into her younger sister’s eyes. “Yes, yes, of course, you are right. But how can I ever take back what I said to her when we were on our crosses? That horror and agony did not help me to think clearly.”
Marcella holds her big sister’s hands in hers. “Don’t worry Thess. I'm sure Anna knows you don’t hold her responsible.”
“How does she know that? I never forgave her down there, on the cross. I desperately wish I had, but I never did. Anna died believing I cursed her for what happened. Oh, Marcella, I feel so ashamed!” Huge tears again roll down Thessela’s cheeks, dropping to her heaving breasts. She wipes her eyes with her hands.
Marcella gently pulls Thessela’s hand away from her teary face. “Thess, you don’t have to worry. Anna knows you don’t hold her responsible for what happened to us.”
“How, how can she know that? And how can you know she thinks that? I never told her! I died cursing her! How can I ever be forgiven for that?”
“She knows, dear sister,” said Marcella, staring deeply into her sister’s eyes, “because she knows what is in your heart. Don’t you remember the last words you tried to speak to me just before you died? I couldn’t hear them but your lips were moving. I wasn’t sure what you had said but now I know. You tried to tell me that you were not cursing Anna, that you knew she was not responsible for what happened to us.
“But she never heard me. How can I make amends now?”
“Just tell her yourself. See, she’s right there, behind that column, not so far off. Just tell her Thess, and all will be well.”
“How can I tell her that now? I was so, so awful to her down there. Oh, Marcella, I should be damned for what I said.” Thessela turned to look down the corridor. She knew Anna was there because she could see her face poking out from behind the column. Her heart ached for the former slave. She so wanted to make amends.
“Thessela, listen to me. You have always had an overflowing generosity of spirit. You demonstrated that so often to me back down there, and to others. You were the best sister a young girl could ever have. You taught me so much. You made me the woman I am. Now, be a big sister to Anna. She needs you! She really does. Stop wasting time. Just tell her what you know is true. Tell her, so she can join us in paradise.”
Thessela is sobbing. “Oh my, Marcella, how did you ever get so wise?” Thessela grabs Marcella and holds her close in a tight embrace. Like she often did in the past to reassure Marcella she was loved.
“Now, call to our sister. Call for her to join us.”
“If she knows I don’t hold her responsible, then why doesn’t she come forward?”
“She’s a young girl, younger than I am. She was all alone down there. There was no one to love her. She needs a guiding hand. She needs to hear it from you, Thess.”
“I should go to her; take her hand and bring her out.”
“No, have her come to you. Convince her. Make her believe without any doubt that you do not hold her responsible.”
Thessela turns around and faces down the corridor. She sees Anna hiding behind the column. Her head peaks out, then a shoulder appears. A slender arm slides around the column. Thessela is horrified at what she sees.
“Oh my god, Marcella. She still bloody! She’s not healed like us. She still has her wounds! Why? Why?”
“Because she isn’t in paradise with us yet, Thess. She’s stuck between her old life and her new one. You still see her body as it was, not as it will be.”
Anna stays hidden behind the column as Thessela calls out. “Anna, please come to us. I am so sorry, please forgive me. You must believe me, you must! I don’t curse you! I don’t hold you responsible for anything. Please come to us, be with us, be our sister!”
Suddenly Anna pops out from behind the column and runs towards Thessela who waits for her with open arms. She runs slowly at first, on bloody feet. But as she makes her way down the corridor she begins to sprint as her wounds vanish. She becomes radiant and clothed in the same gossamer raiment as Marcella and Thessela. Anna throws herself into Thessela’s welcoming embrace. They hold each other tightly. Both are crying.
Anna is gasping. “Thank you Thessela, so much! I’m sorry I was afraid to come out. I don’t know why I was!”
“It’s okay sweetheart, no need to worry, we’re together now.”
Marcella joins them and the three embrace, teary-eyed and loving.
“There should be no tears in paradise, huh? says Anna, wiping the wetness from her face with her hand.
“Tears of gladness are okay, I’m certain,” says Thessela, holding Anna’s teary face in her hands.
Anna examines her wrists and looks down at her feet. “I’m healed,” she says. “The nail holes are gone! My skin is healed! I feel wonderful!”
“Yes, you’re better everywhere,” says Marcella with a wink.
Anna takes the hint and slips her hand under her loincloth, her fingers probing her private parts. A wide smile appears on her face. “Oh yes, so much better down there. It’s as though I was never hurt.” Her voice cracks a bit with the last word, and tears flow. She puts her hand to her mouth, her lips quivering.
“Oh, dear Anna,” says Thessela, “you must have been hurt so badly in your life.”
“I was, as a slave. It was such a terrible time.”
“Yes, but now we are healed, aren’t we?” says Thessela joyously. “We are all made whole again, here in paradise."
Paradise Gained, part 1
Marcella and Thessela walk out into the light. Behind them is a long tunnel with columns on both sides that seems to stretch back into darkness. It empties out onto a portico where the sisters now stand. They blink at the scene before them: softly filtered light from a blue sky with puffy clouds, a lush pastoral landscape, birds twittering in the trees, butterflies flitting among the flowers, the sounds of nature all around.
The sisters are dressed in bits of gossamer material, the loose ends of which waft in a gentle breeze.
“Where are we?” asks Thessela.
“I don’t know.” Marcella replies. “But wherever this is I feel very safe and happy.”
“Happy? How is that possible? Weren’t we crucified?
“Yes, we were, but no longer. Thessela, I think we’re dead!”
“Oh no! Dead! That’s terrible!”
“Why is it terrible, Thess? We were crucified. We died and I remember falling into a deep abyss. Did you?”
“Yes, I did too. There was no pain.“
“Then we were in the that long tunnel behind us. Remember, we were walking toward the light. The welcoming light. Now we’re here. Doesn’t this seem like, like – well, paradise?”
“Paradise? I thought at death you passed into the underworld. A dark place. The idea always frightened me.”
“Perhaps this is the underworld – just not what we expected.”
“It is beautiful, and oh, so peaceful. I’ve never felt more at home.”
“And look at us Thessela. Look! No wounds from the nails, no whip marks!” Marcella holds up her wrists. “See!” She extends an elegantly sculpted leg, pointing her foot. “No wounds, Thess! This must be paradise!”
Thessela looks at the back of her thighs that had been so cruelly whipped. She holds out her arms. She sees no scars or marks. “Yes! No wounds! We are as we were, whole again, but better in a way!” She looks down at her belly and sees just clear skin. “See, my stretch marks are gone too!”
Marcella slips her hand under her barely-there loincloth and gently cups her vulva, applying some pressure. She feels no pain or discomfort. There’s no abraded or torn tissues. She feels around her vagina. Again, there is no pain. After the pear torture and multiple rapes, she was certain that this probing would be extremely painful. She inserts the tip of one finger, and then another, and feels a youthful tightness. She withdraws her fingers and looks. There is no blood! No pain, no discomfort, no blood. Thank goodness! Everything is as it was – she feels intact, virginal. She’s whole again!
Thessela does the same, finding no evidence of burns in her crotch, or damage from her rapes. She runs her hands over her breasts – there are no burns, no pain.
Their discovery that all their wounds and injuries are healed fills the sisters with enormous joy. They embrace, so glad to be reunited after the terrible horror they’d been through.
Marcella takes Thessela’s hand and squeezes it. “Come on Thess, let’s see what paradise has for us.”
But just as they are ready to step off the portico, Thessela stops. “What was that?” she asks.
“What’s what?” responds Marcella, looking around.
“There, back in the tunnel a ways. I thought I saw someone in the shadows, moving behind one of the columns. There, there, do you see?” Thessela points with her long, exquisitely feminine arm. Marcella follows the direction of her finger.
She sees a head sticking out, then suddenly withdrawing. “Oh my, how wonderful!” She squeals in delight. “Thess, it’s Anna, it’s Anna!”
“Anna? Anna who?”
“Thess, it’s Anna, the girl crucified with us, she was next to me. On my left. She’s here! She’s here!” Marcella claps her hands together. “I was hoping we’d see her. I’m so happy!”
Thessela’s voice turns harsh. “She’s here? That – that slave!”
“Oh Thess,” scolds Marcella, “stop it! You’re being too judgmental. It’s Anna! Oh, I’m so happy!”
“But she’s the bitch -- I mean, she’s the one responsible for all the terrible things that happened . . .”
Marcella cuts her sister off. “Thess, you know perfectly well she wasn’t. She was a slave, horribly treated by her owners. She did as anyone in that situation would. She fought back and escaped. But she got captured. That we got caught up in her escape is not her fault. Our sufferings cannot be blamed on her. Please, Thess, I beg of you. We are in paradise now! We should welcome her as a sister.”
“A sister? She’s no sister to us. She just a – a . . .” Thessela could not finish. She turns away from looking down the tunnel, folding her arms under her breasts.
“Thessela!” says Marcella sharply. “I might remind you that we are not actually sisters either, are we? We are cousins.”
“Yes, yes, I know that,” responds Thessela, somewhat defensively, “but we are as close as sisters – even closer. I’ve always thought of you as my sister, Marcella. I’ve loved you always, as my dearest sister.”
“As have I, Thess. But just as we are not real sisters but think of ourselves as such, why can’t we accept Anna as our sister too? We share so much in common now, don’t we? So much suffering. Surely, Thess, you cannot still be angry.”
“But as cousins we’re still blood relations. She’s not any kind of relation to us.”
“Oh Thess, please! Can’t you see the bigger picture here? Anna is a part of us now. Our lives have overlapped in a very personal, intimate way. We were crucified together. That is our blood bond. Please don’t be angry still.”
“I’m not angry. I’m not sure that is even possible here. I – I just don’t know if I can forgive her.”
“Forgive her for what? She did us no wrong! The Romans did, not Anna. They crucified us. Me because I was mistaken for Anna, and you for accidentally killing a soldier while trying to protect me. It’s tragic, but it’s over. We died. Now we’re in the afterworld. This is a place of forgiveness, Thess. A place of rebirth into new life. We cannot enjoy the pleasures of this paradise by bringing earthbound feelings and resentments here. They have no place. This is a place for love, for forgiveness. Do you understand, Thess? Do you?”
“But we never got to live out our lives. They were taken from us! Marcella, I’ll never see my children again. And you’ll never have a chance to marry and have your own babies. I was only twenty-four, and you were nineteen. We died so, so young, and for nothing! Doesn’t that make you angry!
“Yes, it did. Down there it did. I was very angry with Anna when she was crucified next to me. I said some awful things to her. But I was in so much pain! I’d been raped and nailed naked to a cross. I felt I had to be mad at her. But when she told me her story and pleaded with me to get you to remove your curse, I just knew I could not stay mad at her.”
“But it was her actions that got you nailed to a cross, Marcella! And me! Okay, okay, maybe she didn’t do anything to us on purpose, but if she hadn’t done . . . if she hadn’t . . .”
Thessela buries her face in her hands as tears flow. “Oh damn! Damn it all! Marcella, I couldn’t help you down there! I couldn’t protect you. Oh, I tried when I hit that soldier, but I couldn’t save you from them. When I saw you crucified my heart was torn out of my body! To see you, my little sister, suffering so horribly, naked, humiliated, nailed to that cross -- oh god, Marcella, I nearly died on the spot. I just could not understand why my innocent little sister had to be crucified for NOTHING! NOTHING! I thought maybe it was my fault, and I had to find someone to blame it on. The slave -- Anna – was the person I had to blame to pretend I wasn’t responsible for what happened to you. I was terrified that it was I who got you crucified. Don’t you see, Marcella, I blame myself for what happened to you! I failed to protect you, as I should have. It was me, all along! MY FAULT! MY FAULT!”
Marcella is shocked to hear such a startling confession. “Thessela, are you insane? What do you mean you’re responsible? How can you say that?” Marcella stands in front of her sister, grabbing her arms and pulling her close. “Thess, no one is responsible except for those who condemned us and crucified us. No one else. Do you hear me Thess? It is preposterous for you to take responsibility. You’re not responsible and Anna isn’t responsible either. Sometimes terrible things just happen. Please, dear sister, do not ever think you did anything wrong!”
Thessela continues, crying on Marcella’s shoulder. “I was so afraid while we were crucified together that you would blame me somehow. I don’t know why, I just was. So I raged at Anna, more to hide my own sense of responsibility, as I saw it, than to blame her. I know now she really isn’t responsible. But down there, in all that ugliness and agony, I had to blame somebody.”
Marcella hugs her big sister more tightly than ever before. Both of them are sobbing. “It’s good that this all came out. Of course, none of it is true. But it’s good that you told me what was eating you up inside. Now, Thess, can we go about convincing Anna she belongs with us?”
Thessela sighs deeply.” She looks into her younger sister’s eyes. “Yes, yes, of course, you are right. But how can I ever take back what I said to her when we were on our crosses? That horror and agony did not help me to think clearly.”
Marcella holds her big sister’s hands in hers. “Don’t worry Thess. I'm sure Anna knows you don’t hold her responsible.”
“How does she know that? I never forgave her down there, on the cross. I desperately wish I had, but I never did. Anna died believing I cursed her for what happened. Oh, Marcella, I feel so ashamed!” Huge tears again roll down Thessela’s cheeks, dropping to her heaving breasts. She wipes her eyes with her hands.
Marcella gently pulls Thessela’s hand away from her teary face. “Thess, you don’t have to worry. Anna knows you don’t hold her responsible for what happened to us.”
“How, how can she know that? And how can you know she thinks that? I never told her! I died cursing her! How can I ever be forgiven for that?”
“She knows, dear sister,” said Marcella, staring deeply into her sister’s eyes, “because she knows what is in your heart. Don’t you remember the last words you tried to speak to me just before you died? I couldn’t hear them but your lips were moving. I wasn’t sure what you had said but now I know. You tried to tell me that you were not cursing Anna, that you knew she was not responsible for what happened to us.
“But she never heard me. How can I make amends now?”
“Just tell her yourself. See, she’s right there, behind that column, not so far off. Just tell her Thess, and all will be well.”
“How can I tell her that now? I was so, so awful to her down there. Oh, Marcella, I should be damned for what I said.” Thessela turned to look down the corridor. She knew Anna was there because she could see her face poking out from behind the column. Her heart ached for the former slave. She so wanted to make amends.
“Thessela, listen to me. You have always had an overflowing generosity of spirit. You demonstrated that so often to me back down there, and to others. You were the best sister a young girl could ever have. You taught me so much. You made me the woman I am. Now, be a big sister to Anna. She needs you! She really does. Stop wasting time. Just tell her what you know is true. Tell her, so she can join us in paradise.”
Thessela is sobbing. “Oh my, Marcella, how did you ever get so wise?” Thessela grabs Marcella and holds her close in a tight embrace. Like she often did in the past to reassure Marcella she was loved.
“Now, call to our sister. Call for her to join us.”
“If she knows I don’t hold her responsible, then why doesn’t she come forward?”
“She’s a young girl, younger than I am. She was all alone down there. There was no one to love her. She needs a guiding hand. She needs to hear it from you, Thess.”
“I should go to her; take her hand and bring her out.”
“No, have her come to you. Convince her. Make her believe without any doubt that you do not hold her responsible.”
Thessela turns around and faces down the corridor. She sees Anna hiding behind the column. Her head peaks out, then a shoulder appears. A slender arm slides around the column. Thessela is horrified at what she sees.
“Oh my god, Marcella. She still bloody! She’s not healed like us. She still has her wounds! Why? Why?”
“Because she isn’t in paradise with us yet, Thess. She’s stuck between her old life and her new one. You still see her body as it was, not as it will be.”
Anna stays hidden behind the column as Thessela calls out. “Anna, please come to us. I am so sorry, please forgive me. You must believe me, you must! I don’t curse you! I don’t hold you responsible for anything. Please come to us, be with us, be our sister!”
Suddenly Anna pops out from behind the column and runs towards Thessela who waits for her with open arms. She runs slowly at first, on bloody feet. But as she makes her way down the corridor she begins to sprint as her wounds vanish. She becomes radiant and clothed in the same gossamer raiment as Marcella and Thessela. Anna throws herself into Thessela’s welcoming embrace. They hold each other tightly. Both are crying.
Anna is gasping. “Thank you Thessela, so much! I’m sorry I was afraid to come out. I don’t know why I was!”
“It’s okay sweetheart, no need to worry, we’re together now.”
Marcella joins them and the three embrace, teary-eyed and loving.
“There should be no tears in paradise, huh? says Anna, wiping the wetness from her face with her hand.
“Tears of gladness are okay, I’m certain,” says Thessela, holding Anna’s teary face in her hands.
Anna examines her wrists and looks down at her feet. “I’m healed,” she says. “The nail holes are gone! My skin is healed! I feel wonderful!”
“Yes, you’re better everywhere,” says Marcella with a wink.
Anna takes the hint and slips her hand under her loincloth, her fingers probing her private parts. A wide smile appears on her face. “Oh yes, so much better down there. It’s as though I was never hurt.” Her voice cracks a bit with the last word, and tears flow. She puts her hand to her mouth, her lips quivering.
“Oh, dear Anna,” says Thessela, “you must have been hurt so badly in your life.”
“I was, as a slave. It was such a terrible time.”
“Yes, but now we are healed, aren’t we?” says Thessela joyously. “We are all made whole again, here in paradise."
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Cella
Spectator
Sorry everyone, I meant to make this one post but exceeded the character limit.
Paradise Gained, Part 2
As the women embrace a hole slowly opens in the ground next to them. It appears to be a window to the world of the living below.
“Oh, what is this?” asks Anna.
"Something I think we’re meant to see, perhaps?” wonders Marcella.
"Oh my,” says Anna, kneeling down to look through the window. “It’s us! I see us. Come, look! Oh, but it’s so sad.”
Marcella and Thessela look too. They are looking down at the scene of their crucifixions. They see their dead bodies, removed from their crosses, now discarded on the ground in undignified positions.
“How can we be there and here too,” asks Anna.
Marcella answers. ‘Those are our former selves, Anna, our dead bodies. Here we are spirits given new form. Down there is corruption. Here there is perfection. Just look at us.”
“Oh, I can’t look.” Anna turns away from the view. “I think they’re going to drag us away.”
Indeed, they were. Ropes were being tied around the ankles of the dead women so they could be dragged to the burial pit.
Thessela kneels next to Anna. “How horrible! So horrible how we died. Don’t look, dear”
“Wait! Look,” says Anna, “see that soldier there. He stopped them from dragging us! Marcella! Come see, he’s carrying your body in his arms. He ordered the executioners to carry Thessela’s and my body. Why is he doing that?”
Marcella takes a look. “It’s the Decurion! The officer who seemed so upset with my torture and crucifixion. I always knew he thought I was innocent. After you were crucified, Anna, he seemed to spend so much time by my cross. I hated him for it at the time because he did nothing to help me. But now I believe he considers this a great tragedy for all of us. For me, because I was innocent. For Thess because she had to die for trying to protect me. And for you too, Anna, because deep in his heart he knew why a slave would want to be free.”
“Yes, I agree,” said Thessela. “I despised him down there when he told me about your crucifixion, Marcella, and the reason for it. But I can see into his heart now. He seems a good man to me. He’s honorable. He believes in doing his duty. He’s just one caught up in the corruption of life. I hope he can see his way to forgiving himself for what he had to do.”
“I do too,” said Marcella. “But I fear there is great personal agony and suffering awaiting him in life. I can’t help but think that there is something about him I should know.”
“Well,” Thessela sums up, “the earthly living will have to deal with their own problems. If he’s as honorable as you say, and as I feel he is, then perhaps we’ll see him some day, up here.”
“Look,” says Anna again, “another opening. But this is so different. It appears to be a pit. And see, it glows red, and I hear screams coming from within.”
“Stay back Anna,” warns Thessela, touching her arm, “I fear that is an entrance to hell.”
Anna creeps forward, carefully, and peers down into glowing red flames. “I see someone down there. Someone in agony. A man. See how he’s writhing in the flames.”
“I see him too,” says Marcella. “He’s in hell because he’s damned. He suffers as we did when crucified, but even worse for him because it’s for all eternity. I wonder who he is? He seems a Roman to me.”
“Why are we meant to see this? asks Thessela, turning up her nose in disgust at the scene.
Anna takes another look. Her eyes open wide. “It’s Gnaeus Claudius Porculus! My former master and husband of my domina, Hysteria. He bought me from the slave merchant Gracchus Glabrus when I was but a child. I was part of the spoils of war when the Romans invaded and subjugated my people. I would have grown up free had it not been for those Roman bastards!”
Anna steps back from the edge, clearly disturbed by what she has seen. She frowns, furrowing her brow, as a look of anguish appears in her face. “Porculus liked having young girls around as slaves – he had a perverted fondness for them, the old bastard! As I grew up in his household he abused me terribly, forcing me to do awful, disgusting things with him. He raped me, often. But what could I do? I had no one to protect me, or defend me. I was just a slave.” Anna’s voice cracks. She begins sniffling, then sobbing, as huge tears roll down her cheeks. She turns toward Thessela who gathers the young woman up, wrapping her in a protective embrace.
So, Anna goes to Thessela for comfort, not to me, observes Marcella. Yet it was I who befriended her on the cross, at the time of her greatest torment. But Marcella has to admit she is not hurt, not hardly. She and Anna are too close in age to have that sort of relationship she has with Thessela. Anna has “adopted” Thessela as her big sister. It is as it should be. Marcella grows teary at the sight.
Consoled by Thessela, Anna goes on to describe more about her time as a slave. “When I became a woman I was given to Hysteria to be trained as one of her slaves. She was as horrible as her husband, in her own way. I was her whipping girl, constantly punished for the mistakes of others. I suppose she saw defiance in me, and was determined to make me submissive. As I matured I was assigned as one of her bath attendants. What a disgusting body she had! Scrawny limbs, deformed breasts, moles everywhere. Ugh! She smelled too. A foul odor always seemed to emanate from her. Her older slaves used to talk behind her back that her cunt was rotten.” Anna shudders in Thessela’s embrace as she continues.
“Even though I belonged to Hysteria, Porculus still had me brought to him regularly. The forced sex, the rapes continued. It became a part of my life. Twice I became pregnant, carrying his child. Both times I was given potions to end the pregnancies. Just as well. I hated killing the innocent life within me, but the idea of giving birth to an offspring of his was revolting. Hysteria was enraged when I became pregnant. Apparently she could never give Porculus a child. She beat me terribly when she found out. Yet, when I turned eighteen years old I was promoted to the inner circle of her slaves. I suppose Hysteria thought I was a submissive, cringing, broken slave by then. She was wrong. I had already sworn to myself that I would kill her one day!”
Marcella is shocked as she hears Anna’s sad story. Her heart is in her throat as she continues to listen. Anna goes on. “Porculus was killed during the slave uprising. Renegades caught him in the vineyards he loved so much. They hacked him to death. In revenge, Hysteria had many of the household slaves crucified. Men, women, even children, all ages. Why? They were not a part of the uprising! It was just her ugly nature. Any excuse to bring pain and misery to others. She seemed to pick those for crucifixion at random. I was terrified that she’d choose me. The only real friend I had in that depraved household was a girl named Sophia. Hysteria selected her as one to be crucified. Oh, Thessela, I saw her stripped naked and nailed to a cross! She screamed so, so loudly as they raised her up. I watched her die. It was horrible, horrible! I loved Sophia so much!” Marcella throws her arms around Anna too, adding her comfort to the distraught young woman.
“Anna,” says Thessela, comforting her, “you don’t need to say more. Don’t torture yourself with remembrances of the past. You’re with us, your sisters, now. You have our love forever.”
Her eyes red with tears, Anna lifts her face off Thessela’s chest. “No, I must finish. It’s important for me. I must purge these hatreds, these horrible memories, in order to fully enjoy paradise. Yes, for that reason I think I was meant to see Porculus in hell.”
Anna continues. “It was just over a week ago, in earthy time, that I tried to kill Hysteria. It wasn’t the time I thought I’d do it, but the moment presented itself. The old slave merchant, Claudius Glabrus, who procured me so long ago for Porculus, was visiting Hysteria to arrange for the purchase of more slaves. After all, the bitch had so many of her best trained slaves crucified! I was attending Hysteria as she conducted business with Glabrus. She had had beaten me again the day before for something trivial. I was in pain. While serving the wine I stumbled, spilling a goblet on Glabrus’s tunic. Hysteria was enraged! She leaped up and began striking me across my back with a thick stick she always kept handy, screaming at me for being such a clumsy little cunt, as she put it. It was then I snapped. The time to kill this horrible woman had arrived. I couldn’t wait any longer. I was enraged! So I struck her with my fist, right into her jaw. She spit out a rotten, bloody tooth. I then threw her to the ground and began kicking her in the stomach and ribs. I was beyond rage at that point. And I would have killed her right then and there had Glabrus not interfered. He tried to pull me away from Hysteria but I elbowed him in the eye and he staggered back.”
Anna suddenly stops with her story. Her eyes grow wide as in shock. She looks over at Marcella. “It just dawned on me. Marcella, maybe the reason why Glabrus misidentified you as me was because I damaged his vision when I elbowed him in the eye. He couldn’t see clearly because of me! Oh, god, I’m so sorry Marcella! What I did to him ruined your life! You were crucified because of me! That’s the reason. Oh, please, don’t hate me!” Anna turns away, sobbing.
“No, Anna, please, dear Anna, don’t say that.” Marcella reaches out, putting her hand on Anna’s shoulder. “You didn’t do anything to me. The Romans did, not you! Don’t forget that, please!” She pulls Anna to her, holding her, trying to console her. She says, with a lump in her throat, “I just wish the two of you would stop trying to blame yourselves for what happened to me!”
Anna wipes her tears and continues. “Glabrus called for help. His hired escorts – former soldiers – were running towards us. They would have had me in as second. So I gave Hysteria one final kick and began running for my life. I knew the grounds of the estate well, they didn’t. I was able to evade them and escape. They were fat and slow. They could never hope to catch me. Unfortunately, I was captured a couple of days later and thrown into the dungeon, where you later found me Thessela. Oh, if only I had been identified as Hysteria’s escaped slave right off! Or had been seized by Glabrus’s escorts. Then you and Marcella would never have been crucified! Only I would have been! You would have had your lives and all the wonderful things you wanted in life. I did ruin your lives! I am responsible!”
Thessela holds Anna close, stroking her hair and kissing her softly on the cheek. “Please, dear girl, stop it! Stop blaming yourself for what happened to us. Why do you seem bound and determined to hold yourself responsible? There is no need for it. You only did what any slave would do in the same circumstances. We are now in paradise together and justice has been done.”
“Indeed it has,” says Marcella. “The slave goes to paradise and the master to hell. There is eternal justice after all, isn’t there?”
“Yes, there is,” says Thessela, as she kisses Anna’s teary face.
“Now, sisters,” Marcella says, letting go of Anna. “we are in paradise. The past is past. Let’s put it away and instead count our blessings, yes?”
“Agreed. This place is so beautiful, so wonderful,” says Anna, looking around, drying her eyes with a bit of her translucent gown. Her lovely features brightened.
Marcella continues. “Yes, we’ve barely begun to enjoy its pleasures . . . it’s special benefits, even.” She gives the others a sly grin. “You, know, I’ve been wondering about something.”
What, Marcella? Why, you have such a mischievous look about you. Does she not Thessela?”
“Yes Anna, she does. I’ve seen that look before. She’s up to something.”
Marcella rolls her eyes. “Sisters, we are in paradise, are we not?”
“Yes,” they both replied, in unison.
“Well, it just occurred to me, are clothes really required in paradise? I mean, our bodies are in their perfect forms, right? So why cover them up?” She popped her lips at the end for emphasis.
“So,” says Thessela, “are you suggesting we doff these lovely translucent gowns provided us?”
“Yes, I am. I mean, lovely as they are, they are completely impractical as clothes. We have no need to be modest here. And you can pretty much see right through them anyway.” Marcella turns towards Anna, looking her up and down. Grinning naughtily, she says “I must say, Anna, what perfect pussy lips you have. I never saw them so clearly before!”
“Marcella!” Anna tries to turn away, in false outrage, giggling as she places her hands protectively over her crotch.
Then she joins in the jest. “Thessela, since Marcella was between us down there I never saw you much, well, except in prison, but it was so dark. I must say, sister, you have the loveliest big nipples!” Anna barely gets the words out before she convulses in laughter as Thessela pretends to modestly cover her ample breasts and their pokey nipples.
Now it’s Thessela’s turn to have some fun. “Marcella, turn around for me dear.” Marcella complies, grinning. Taking aim at how low on the hips Marcella’s loincloth sits, she proclaims “Oh, would you look at Marcella’s lovely ass crack, Anna. And aren’t those rosy butt cheeks to die for?”
“Yes, they are, just divine!” Anna is laughing so hard her breasts heave out of her sheer, barely substantial top.
Thessela winks at Marcella. “I think Anna just made your point about the impracticality of these garments.”
“Obviously girls, these outfits cover very little,” says Marcella, as she nimbly twirls around. You two clearly see – no pun intended -- what I mean, don’t you? These clothes do not really hide anything and we don’t need them for protection, or modesty. So, ladies, let’s just dispense with them altogether, yes?”
“Yes,” they both shout in unison.
“After all, we are in paradise. What need have we of clothing, or of earthly standards of modesty!”
Giggling, the three quickly slip out of their diaphanous garments. The insubstantial fabric falls to the ground. They stand facing each other, fully naked. Each young woman, in her own unique way, is a physical perfection. Thessela with her generous curves and ample bosom; Marcella, so tall and seductively slender with full, firm boobs; and Anna, a petite, svelte beauty with pert breasts.
The girls look at themselves, still giggling. Why should they feel naked at all? Why should they feel anything but complete freedom? They look down at the ground to see their flimsy garments dissolving into tatters as they watch. “Well,” says Marcella with her sly grin, “I guess we weren’t meant to wear them after all.”
A warm, fresh breeze picks up, blowing across a field of tall grass. The heavily seeded stems undulate gently in the soft breeze. It carries the sound of music and laughter coming from within a grove of trees on the far side of the field. It’s seductive and calls to the sisters. There are others here in this paradise! The girls agree to investigate. A road passes around the field leading toward the lovely sound. They set off down the road together, hand in hand, hips and breasts swaying as they walk.
“I hope I’ll find my husband here,” says Thessela. He was a good man. His death devastated me.”
“He was the best,” agrees Marcella. “If this is paradise then he has to be here. I just hope I can find someone as good as he. I want to experience true love with a man, now that I’m restored to my old self. I can start fresh.”
“And I want to find Sophia, my close friend when I was a slave, and my lover.
“Anna!” Thessela exclaims in surprise, her eyes wide open. “Really?”
Anna nods her head. “Yes, really. Sophia and I. We were more than close friends – we were lovers. It was difficult but we could occasionally manage to have some time together. We experimented – taught ourselves what to do. It came naturally for us. She made me feel loved and respected. I was horribly violated by Porculus. He made me feel ugly and disfigured. But Sophia helped heal my physical and emotional damages. She used her lips, tongue and fingers in ways that were miraculous. I loved her. When she was crucified I felt as though I had died too. I’m praying I can find her here.”
“Wow,” says Marcella, gripping her new sister’s hand tightly. We are learning so much about you my dear.”
Laughing in the sublime enjoyment of their shared company, the trio proceeds down the road.
“Wait,” says Marcella, suddenly stopping. Thessela and Anna pull up short. “Sisters, trust me on this. You’ll love it,” she says with a slightly wicked grin. “Let’s walk through that tall grass.”
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Short epilogue to follow -- then finished! Sorry for writing so much. Hasturan's images are simply too wonderful!
Paradise Gained, Part 2
As the women embrace a hole slowly opens in the ground next to them. It appears to be a window to the world of the living below.
“Oh, what is this?” asks Anna.
"Something I think we’re meant to see, perhaps?” wonders Marcella.
"Oh my,” says Anna, kneeling down to look through the window. “It’s us! I see us. Come, look! Oh, but it’s so sad.”
Marcella and Thessela look too. They are looking down at the scene of their crucifixions. They see their dead bodies, removed from their crosses, now discarded on the ground in undignified positions.
“How can we be there and here too,” asks Anna.
Marcella answers. ‘Those are our former selves, Anna, our dead bodies. Here we are spirits given new form. Down there is corruption. Here there is perfection. Just look at us.”
“Oh, I can’t look.” Anna turns away from the view. “I think they’re going to drag us away.”
Indeed, they were. Ropes were being tied around the ankles of the dead women so they could be dragged to the burial pit.
Thessela kneels next to Anna. “How horrible! So horrible how we died. Don’t look, dear”
“Wait! Look,” says Anna, “see that soldier there. He stopped them from dragging us! Marcella! Come see, he’s carrying your body in his arms. He ordered the executioners to carry Thessela’s and my body. Why is he doing that?”
Marcella takes a look. “It’s the Decurion! The officer who seemed so upset with my torture and crucifixion. I always knew he thought I was innocent. After you were crucified, Anna, he seemed to spend so much time by my cross. I hated him for it at the time because he did nothing to help me. But now I believe he considers this a great tragedy for all of us. For me, because I was innocent. For Thess because she had to die for trying to protect me. And for you too, Anna, because deep in his heart he knew why a slave would want to be free.”
“Yes, I agree,” said Thessela. “I despised him down there when he told me about your crucifixion, Marcella, and the reason for it. But I can see into his heart now. He seems a good man to me. He’s honorable. He believes in doing his duty. He’s just one caught up in the corruption of life. I hope he can see his way to forgiving himself for what he had to do.”
“I do too,” said Marcella. “But I fear there is great personal agony and suffering awaiting him in life. I can’t help but think that there is something about him I should know.”
“Well,” Thessela sums up, “the earthly living will have to deal with their own problems. If he’s as honorable as you say, and as I feel he is, then perhaps we’ll see him some day, up here.”
“Look,” says Anna again, “another opening. But this is so different. It appears to be a pit. And see, it glows red, and I hear screams coming from within.”
“Stay back Anna,” warns Thessela, touching her arm, “I fear that is an entrance to hell.”
Anna creeps forward, carefully, and peers down into glowing red flames. “I see someone down there. Someone in agony. A man. See how he’s writhing in the flames.”
“I see him too,” says Marcella. “He’s in hell because he’s damned. He suffers as we did when crucified, but even worse for him because it’s for all eternity. I wonder who he is? He seems a Roman to me.”
“Why are we meant to see this? asks Thessela, turning up her nose in disgust at the scene.
Anna takes another look. Her eyes open wide. “It’s Gnaeus Claudius Porculus! My former master and husband of my domina, Hysteria. He bought me from the slave merchant Gracchus Glabrus when I was but a child. I was part of the spoils of war when the Romans invaded and subjugated my people. I would have grown up free had it not been for those Roman bastards!”
Anna steps back from the edge, clearly disturbed by what she has seen. She frowns, furrowing her brow, as a look of anguish appears in her face. “Porculus liked having young girls around as slaves – he had a perverted fondness for them, the old bastard! As I grew up in his household he abused me terribly, forcing me to do awful, disgusting things with him. He raped me, often. But what could I do? I had no one to protect me, or defend me. I was just a slave.” Anna’s voice cracks. She begins sniffling, then sobbing, as huge tears roll down her cheeks. She turns toward Thessela who gathers the young woman up, wrapping her in a protective embrace.
So, Anna goes to Thessela for comfort, not to me, observes Marcella. Yet it was I who befriended her on the cross, at the time of her greatest torment. But Marcella has to admit she is not hurt, not hardly. She and Anna are too close in age to have that sort of relationship she has with Thessela. Anna has “adopted” Thessela as her big sister. It is as it should be. Marcella grows teary at the sight.
Consoled by Thessela, Anna goes on to describe more about her time as a slave. “When I became a woman I was given to Hysteria to be trained as one of her slaves. She was as horrible as her husband, in her own way. I was her whipping girl, constantly punished for the mistakes of others. I suppose she saw defiance in me, and was determined to make me submissive. As I matured I was assigned as one of her bath attendants. What a disgusting body she had! Scrawny limbs, deformed breasts, moles everywhere. Ugh! She smelled too. A foul odor always seemed to emanate from her. Her older slaves used to talk behind her back that her cunt was rotten.” Anna shudders in Thessela’s embrace as she continues.
“Even though I belonged to Hysteria, Porculus still had me brought to him regularly. The forced sex, the rapes continued. It became a part of my life. Twice I became pregnant, carrying his child. Both times I was given potions to end the pregnancies. Just as well. I hated killing the innocent life within me, but the idea of giving birth to an offspring of his was revolting. Hysteria was enraged when I became pregnant. Apparently she could never give Porculus a child. She beat me terribly when she found out. Yet, when I turned eighteen years old I was promoted to the inner circle of her slaves. I suppose Hysteria thought I was a submissive, cringing, broken slave by then. She was wrong. I had already sworn to myself that I would kill her one day!”
Marcella is shocked as she hears Anna’s sad story. Her heart is in her throat as she continues to listen. Anna goes on. “Porculus was killed during the slave uprising. Renegades caught him in the vineyards he loved so much. They hacked him to death. In revenge, Hysteria had many of the household slaves crucified. Men, women, even children, all ages. Why? They were not a part of the uprising! It was just her ugly nature. Any excuse to bring pain and misery to others. She seemed to pick those for crucifixion at random. I was terrified that she’d choose me. The only real friend I had in that depraved household was a girl named Sophia. Hysteria selected her as one to be crucified. Oh, Thessela, I saw her stripped naked and nailed to a cross! She screamed so, so loudly as they raised her up. I watched her die. It was horrible, horrible! I loved Sophia so much!” Marcella throws her arms around Anna too, adding her comfort to the distraught young woman.
“Anna,” says Thessela, comforting her, “you don’t need to say more. Don’t torture yourself with remembrances of the past. You’re with us, your sisters, now. You have our love forever.”
Her eyes red with tears, Anna lifts her face off Thessela’s chest. “No, I must finish. It’s important for me. I must purge these hatreds, these horrible memories, in order to fully enjoy paradise. Yes, for that reason I think I was meant to see Porculus in hell.”
Anna continues. “It was just over a week ago, in earthy time, that I tried to kill Hysteria. It wasn’t the time I thought I’d do it, but the moment presented itself. The old slave merchant, Claudius Glabrus, who procured me so long ago for Porculus, was visiting Hysteria to arrange for the purchase of more slaves. After all, the bitch had so many of her best trained slaves crucified! I was attending Hysteria as she conducted business with Glabrus. She had had beaten me again the day before for something trivial. I was in pain. While serving the wine I stumbled, spilling a goblet on Glabrus’s tunic. Hysteria was enraged! She leaped up and began striking me across my back with a thick stick she always kept handy, screaming at me for being such a clumsy little cunt, as she put it. It was then I snapped. The time to kill this horrible woman had arrived. I couldn’t wait any longer. I was enraged! So I struck her with my fist, right into her jaw. She spit out a rotten, bloody tooth. I then threw her to the ground and began kicking her in the stomach and ribs. I was beyond rage at that point. And I would have killed her right then and there had Glabrus not interfered. He tried to pull me away from Hysteria but I elbowed him in the eye and he staggered back.”
Anna suddenly stops with her story. Her eyes grow wide as in shock. She looks over at Marcella. “It just dawned on me. Marcella, maybe the reason why Glabrus misidentified you as me was because I damaged his vision when I elbowed him in the eye. He couldn’t see clearly because of me! Oh, god, I’m so sorry Marcella! What I did to him ruined your life! You were crucified because of me! That’s the reason. Oh, please, don’t hate me!” Anna turns away, sobbing.
“No, Anna, please, dear Anna, don’t say that.” Marcella reaches out, putting her hand on Anna’s shoulder. “You didn’t do anything to me. The Romans did, not you! Don’t forget that, please!” She pulls Anna to her, holding her, trying to console her. She says, with a lump in her throat, “I just wish the two of you would stop trying to blame yourselves for what happened to me!”
Anna wipes her tears and continues. “Glabrus called for help. His hired escorts – former soldiers – were running towards us. They would have had me in as second. So I gave Hysteria one final kick and began running for my life. I knew the grounds of the estate well, they didn’t. I was able to evade them and escape. They were fat and slow. They could never hope to catch me. Unfortunately, I was captured a couple of days later and thrown into the dungeon, where you later found me Thessela. Oh, if only I had been identified as Hysteria’s escaped slave right off! Or had been seized by Glabrus’s escorts. Then you and Marcella would never have been crucified! Only I would have been! You would have had your lives and all the wonderful things you wanted in life. I did ruin your lives! I am responsible!”
Thessela holds Anna close, stroking her hair and kissing her softly on the cheek. “Please, dear girl, stop it! Stop blaming yourself for what happened to us. Why do you seem bound and determined to hold yourself responsible? There is no need for it. You only did what any slave would do in the same circumstances. We are now in paradise together and justice has been done.”
“Indeed it has,” says Marcella. “The slave goes to paradise and the master to hell. There is eternal justice after all, isn’t there?”
“Yes, there is,” says Thessela, as she kisses Anna’s teary face.
“Now, sisters,” Marcella says, letting go of Anna. “we are in paradise. The past is past. Let’s put it away and instead count our blessings, yes?”
“Agreed. This place is so beautiful, so wonderful,” says Anna, looking around, drying her eyes with a bit of her translucent gown. Her lovely features brightened.
Marcella continues. “Yes, we’ve barely begun to enjoy its pleasures . . . it’s special benefits, even.” She gives the others a sly grin. “You, know, I’ve been wondering about something.”
What, Marcella? Why, you have such a mischievous look about you. Does she not Thessela?”
“Yes Anna, she does. I’ve seen that look before. She’s up to something.”
Marcella rolls her eyes. “Sisters, we are in paradise, are we not?”
“Yes,” they both replied, in unison.
“Well, it just occurred to me, are clothes really required in paradise? I mean, our bodies are in their perfect forms, right? So why cover them up?” She popped her lips at the end for emphasis.
“So,” says Thessela, “are you suggesting we doff these lovely translucent gowns provided us?”
“Yes, I am. I mean, lovely as they are, they are completely impractical as clothes. We have no need to be modest here. And you can pretty much see right through them anyway.” Marcella turns towards Anna, looking her up and down. Grinning naughtily, she says “I must say, Anna, what perfect pussy lips you have. I never saw them so clearly before!”
“Marcella!” Anna tries to turn away, in false outrage, giggling as she places her hands protectively over her crotch.
Then she joins in the jest. “Thessela, since Marcella was between us down there I never saw you much, well, except in prison, but it was so dark. I must say, sister, you have the loveliest big nipples!” Anna barely gets the words out before she convulses in laughter as Thessela pretends to modestly cover her ample breasts and their pokey nipples.
Now it’s Thessela’s turn to have some fun. “Marcella, turn around for me dear.” Marcella complies, grinning. Taking aim at how low on the hips Marcella’s loincloth sits, she proclaims “Oh, would you look at Marcella’s lovely ass crack, Anna. And aren’t those rosy butt cheeks to die for?”
“Yes, they are, just divine!” Anna is laughing so hard her breasts heave out of her sheer, barely substantial top.
Thessela winks at Marcella. “I think Anna just made your point about the impracticality of these garments.”
“Obviously girls, these outfits cover very little,” says Marcella, as she nimbly twirls around. You two clearly see – no pun intended -- what I mean, don’t you? These clothes do not really hide anything and we don’t need them for protection, or modesty. So, ladies, let’s just dispense with them altogether, yes?”
“Yes,” they both shout in unison.
“After all, we are in paradise. What need have we of clothing, or of earthly standards of modesty!”
Giggling, the three quickly slip out of their diaphanous garments. The insubstantial fabric falls to the ground. They stand facing each other, fully naked. Each young woman, in her own unique way, is a physical perfection. Thessela with her generous curves and ample bosom; Marcella, so tall and seductively slender with full, firm boobs; and Anna, a petite, svelte beauty with pert breasts.
The girls look at themselves, still giggling. Why should they feel naked at all? Why should they feel anything but complete freedom? They look down at the ground to see their flimsy garments dissolving into tatters as they watch. “Well,” says Marcella with her sly grin, “I guess we weren’t meant to wear them after all.”
A warm, fresh breeze picks up, blowing across a field of tall grass. The heavily seeded stems undulate gently in the soft breeze. It carries the sound of music and laughter coming from within a grove of trees on the far side of the field. It’s seductive and calls to the sisters. There are others here in this paradise! The girls agree to investigate. A road passes around the field leading toward the lovely sound. They set off down the road together, hand in hand, hips and breasts swaying as they walk.
“I hope I’ll find my husband here,” says Thessela. He was a good man. His death devastated me.”
“He was the best,” agrees Marcella. “If this is paradise then he has to be here. I just hope I can find someone as good as he. I want to experience true love with a man, now that I’m restored to my old self. I can start fresh.”
“And I want to find Sophia, my close friend when I was a slave, and my lover.
“Anna!” Thessela exclaims in surprise, her eyes wide open. “Really?”
Anna nods her head. “Yes, really. Sophia and I. We were more than close friends – we were lovers. It was difficult but we could occasionally manage to have some time together. We experimented – taught ourselves what to do. It came naturally for us. She made me feel loved and respected. I was horribly violated by Porculus. He made me feel ugly and disfigured. But Sophia helped heal my physical and emotional damages. She used her lips, tongue and fingers in ways that were miraculous. I loved her. When she was crucified I felt as though I had died too. I’m praying I can find her here.”
“Wow,” says Marcella, gripping her new sister’s hand tightly. We are learning so much about you my dear.”
Laughing in the sublime enjoyment of their shared company, the trio proceeds down the road.
“Wait,” says Marcella, suddenly stopping. Thessela and Anna pull up short. “Sisters, trust me on this. You’ll love it,” she says with a slightly wicked grin. “Let’s walk through that tall grass.”
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Short epilogue to follow -- then finished! Sorry for writing so much. Hasturan's images are simply too wonderful!
AlexArts
Soul of Cinder
Very nice ending of the story...
Thank you Marcella. Very much...
This story began from simple render with new model...
Wow... It was very difficult
shastar
Tribune
Now, THIS was unexpected, Marcella ! You certainly put a lot of yourself in this one... Bravo! And, Hasturan, thank you so much for your wonderful renders !
Cella
Spectator
Marcella's Crucifixion
Epilogue
Back on earth, among the living, Decurion Marcus Getha has had a troubled mind since the executions of the two sisters. Troubled because he knows the crucifixion of the younger sister was out of mere political expediency. She was not guilty of any crime. He knew it from the beginning. Yet she died in the most horrible way possible. And he was a participant. Just following orders. It will haunt him forever. There was something about the girl. Something personal, and very troubling.
She’s been in his dreams these nights, hanging in front of him, pleading to be killed so as to be put out of her misery. He hears the voice of the sister calling out to her. What is she saying? It sounds familiar, but what is it?
“Marcus, honey, are you all right?” Marcus is sitting up in bed. Sweating and breathing hard. He’s had the dream again. The whore next to him is holding him. Her soft, warm breast is pushed into his arm. He lies down. The whore puts her head on his chest and snuggles up to him, her arm around him. The whore’s name is Maya, a girl of eighteen. She’s about the same age as the crucified girl who keeps visiting him in his dreams.
“Tell me what’s bothering you Marcus.” She asks in her soft voice.
He tells her. She’s a good listener, this one, he thinks. Sympathetic even. Rare for a whore.
“Did you know their names? Maya asks.
“No, the magistrate never told me their names. It never occurred to me to ask. Why do I need to know their names? I just take ‘em out to be crucified.”
“Why are you so bothered by this girl?” Asks Maya as she yawns. He feels her hot breath on his chest.
“She was about the same age as my own daughter. That’s what tore me up. Looking at her. She was some father’s daughter, and she died on a cross. Her family probably doesn’t even know she’s dead. Shit, just bad all around.”
“Marcus! I didn’t know you had a kid!” Maya is surprised. She thought she knew everything about Marcus. He’s been fucking her regular for over a year now. “How come you never mentioned her?”
“No reason to. Haven’t seen her since she was a baby. About eighteen years now.”
“You got a daughter older than me? Wow. Why haven’t you seen her in all that time?”
“I’m a soldier, Maya. I’ve been all over. Can’t be a father to a girl and a soldier at the same time.”
“So, tell me about her Marcus I really want to know. You have this whole other side of you I never knew existed."
“Well, my father was a soldier, like me. Never really knew him. But it made me a citizen to be his son. My mother raised me because my father was on duty in some fucking place or another. When we found out he was dead – killed in the line of duty – shit, must’ve been more than a year after it happened -- my mother remarried. My stepdad never liked me much. I married young, tried to be a pig farmer. My wife was a provincial girl, a real beauty. About your age when we married. I considered myself lucky. Our daughter was born nine month later. Life seemed very good.”
Marcus sits up in bed, resting his back on the wall. Maya sits up next to him, holding him close. He continues.
“About a year after my daughter was born my wife died of a fever. I was devastated. I loved her so much. But I couldn’t care for my daughter by myself. My damn pigs died too. I needed money. There was a recruiter in the area offering bonuses for enlistment in the legions. I signed up.”
Maya asks “What happened to your daughter?”
“My wife’s brother agreed to take her. He’s a good chap. He and his wife had a girl, about five years old at the time. They said they’d raise ‘em as sisters. So I went off to the legions. Been all over. Earned some rank. Sent money whenever I could. My brother-in-law writes once a year, or so. Most of the letters catch up to me eventually. Seems he’s done pretty well for himself in the cloth trade.”
“What’s your daughter’s name?”
“Marcella.”
“And her sister’s – I mean her cousin’s – name?”
“Thessela.”
“Pretty names.”
“Yeah, real pretty. From what my brother-in-law has told me in his letters, my daughter has grown into quite a beauty. Just got the latest letter about a month ago. It took half a fucking year to get to me! Marcella and Thessela are working in the cloth trade now with him. He writes that they’re really expert in making good deals with local suppliers. They’re supposed to be visiting towns in this part of the province this summer. He says my daughter is very excited about finally meeting me and hopes they can find me.”
“Marcus, that’s wonderful!” Says Maya, her voice getting sleepy.
“Wish I had known sooner. I might have missed them. Damn, haven’t seen my daughter in eighteen years. Wonder what she’s like?”
Marcus looks over to see that Maya has drifted off to sleep. He moves her under the blanket, then lies next to her, protecting her with his arm and feeling her warm nakedness next to him.
Dreams . . . horrible dreams. Marcus sees the girl on the cross. Naked, nailed, and bleeding. She’s crying in agony. He hears her sister on the cross next to her, calling out her name, over and over . . . it sounds like . . .
Marcus suddenly sits bolt upright in bed. His eyes wide open, he’s shaking, sweating, horrified.
Maya stirs, half asleep. “Honey, what’s wrong? You having that dream again?”
Marcus is shouting like a madman. “Oh no! Fuck no! Not her! It can’t be her. No! No! No!”
The End
Epilogue
Back on earth, among the living, Decurion Marcus Getha has had a troubled mind since the executions of the two sisters. Troubled because he knows the crucifixion of the younger sister was out of mere political expediency. She was not guilty of any crime. He knew it from the beginning. Yet she died in the most horrible way possible. And he was a participant. Just following orders. It will haunt him forever. There was something about the girl. Something personal, and very troubling.
She’s been in his dreams these nights, hanging in front of him, pleading to be killed so as to be put out of her misery. He hears the voice of the sister calling out to her. What is she saying? It sounds familiar, but what is it?
“Marcus, honey, are you all right?” Marcus is sitting up in bed. Sweating and breathing hard. He’s had the dream again. The whore next to him is holding him. Her soft, warm breast is pushed into his arm. He lies down. The whore puts her head on his chest and snuggles up to him, her arm around him. The whore’s name is Maya, a girl of eighteen. She’s about the same age as the crucified girl who keeps visiting him in his dreams.
“Tell me what’s bothering you Marcus.” She asks in her soft voice.
He tells her. She’s a good listener, this one, he thinks. Sympathetic even. Rare for a whore.
“Did you know their names? Maya asks.
“No, the magistrate never told me their names. It never occurred to me to ask. Why do I need to know their names? I just take ‘em out to be crucified.”
“Why are you so bothered by this girl?” Asks Maya as she yawns. He feels her hot breath on his chest.
“She was about the same age as my own daughter. That’s what tore me up. Looking at her. She was some father’s daughter, and she died on a cross. Her family probably doesn’t even know she’s dead. Shit, just bad all around.”
“Marcus! I didn’t know you had a kid!” Maya is surprised. She thought she knew everything about Marcus. He’s been fucking her regular for over a year now. “How come you never mentioned her?”
“No reason to. Haven’t seen her since she was a baby. About eighteen years now.”
“You got a daughter older than me? Wow. Why haven’t you seen her in all that time?”
“I’m a soldier, Maya. I’ve been all over. Can’t be a father to a girl and a soldier at the same time.”
“So, tell me about her Marcus I really want to know. You have this whole other side of you I never knew existed."
“Well, my father was a soldier, like me. Never really knew him. But it made me a citizen to be his son. My mother raised me because my father was on duty in some fucking place or another. When we found out he was dead – killed in the line of duty – shit, must’ve been more than a year after it happened -- my mother remarried. My stepdad never liked me much. I married young, tried to be a pig farmer. My wife was a provincial girl, a real beauty. About your age when we married. I considered myself lucky. Our daughter was born nine month later. Life seemed very good.”
Marcus sits up in bed, resting his back on the wall. Maya sits up next to him, holding him close. He continues.
“About a year after my daughter was born my wife died of a fever. I was devastated. I loved her so much. But I couldn’t care for my daughter by myself. My damn pigs died too. I needed money. There was a recruiter in the area offering bonuses for enlistment in the legions. I signed up.”
Maya asks “What happened to your daughter?”
“My wife’s brother agreed to take her. He’s a good chap. He and his wife had a girl, about five years old at the time. They said they’d raise ‘em as sisters. So I went off to the legions. Been all over. Earned some rank. Sent money whenever I could. My brother-in-law writes once a year, or so. Most of the letters catch up to me eventually. Seems he’s done pretty well for himself in the cloth trade.”
“What’s your daughter’s name?”
“Marcella.”
“And her sister’s – I mean her cousin’s – name?”
“Thessela.”
“Pretty names.”
“Yeah, real pretty. From what my brother-in-law has told me in his letters, my daughter has grown into quite a beauty. Just got the latest letter about a month ago. It took half a fucking year to get to me! Marcella and Thessela are working in the cloth trade now with him. He writes that they’re really expert in making good deals with local suppliers. They’re supposed to be visiting towns in this part of the province this summer. He says my daughter is very excited about finally meeting me and hopes they can find me.”
“Marcus, that’s wonderful!” Says Maya, her voice getting sleepy.
“Wish I had known sooner. I might have missed them. Damn, haven’t seen my daughter in eighteen years. Wonder what she’s like?”
Marcus looks over to see that Maya has drifted off to sleep. He moves her under the blanket, then lies next to her, protecting her with his arm and feeling her warm nakedness next to him.
Dreams . . . horrible dreams. Marcus sees the girl on the cross. Naked, nailed, and bleeding. She’s crying in agony. He hears her sister on the cross next to her, calling out her name, over and over . . . it sounds like . . .
Marcus suddenly sits bolt upright in bed. His eyes wide open, he’s shaking, sweating, horrified.
Maya stirs, half asleep. “Honey, what’s wrong? You having that dream again?”
Marcus is shouting like a madman. “Oh no! Fuck no! Not her! It can’t be her. No! No! No!”
The End
shastar
Tribune
Whew ! What a fantastic and dramatic conclusion to a great story ! The girls are in the Elysian Fields and Marcus will know hell on earth...
Marcella and Hasturan, this was a masterpiece. Thank you again !
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
Wow!!
I never saw that coming at all, a fantastic ending that will cement the story deeper in my mind for a long time.
His rational brain will try to keep telling him that, but as Shastar says, his conscience will take him to hell.
malins
Stumbling Seeker
...hmmm... his troubles become such that he'll envy the dead .... a great tragedy...
... that was a fateful decision...
AlexArts
Soul of Cinder
Thank you, Marcella... It was fantastic... Unpredictable sad ending...
Like "Myst" filmThank you all...
So...
A small surprise...
And...
All characters are 18 years old or older.
The characters are shown participating in CONSENSUAL role-play for their own personal satisfaction,
simulating activities which involve sexual dominance and submission.
Girls weren't harmed in the making of these comics and arts...
Attachments
Cella
Spectator
Thank you, Marcella... It was fantastic... Unpredictable sad ending...
Thank you all...
So...
A small surprise...
And...
All characters are 18 years old or older.
The characters are shown participating in CONSENSUAL role-play for their own personal satisfaction,
simulating activities which involve sexual dominance and submission.
Girls weren't harmed in the making of these comics and arts...
Thank you Hasturan!
I had so much fun writing this! I just wish I could correct all my grammar mistakes, punctuation errors and misspellings! How did I miss those? Grrrr! Your images deserve much better writing!
These last four images are perfect. It's the end of a performance and the actors take their final bows, before the curtain drops.
Kisses!
Exeunt omnes.
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shastar
Tribune
AnimaSinistra
Governor
Absolutely powerful! I was left breathless! Brava!
AlexArts
Soul of Cinder
They are looking at each other...The Decurion before Marcella's cross.
Father and daughter...
That was really unpredictable... And deeply shocking...
shastar
Tribune
They are looking at each other...
Father and daughter...
That was really unpredictable... And deeply shocking...
Yes, this is terrible. Tragedy at its best. The girls are dead, but Marcus is psychologically dead, too. I understand Marcella, because I can't stand the death of my victims...
Isn't it wonderful to be able to play with our own mind and fantasies ? That's exacxly why we're here...
IgnikaMarcus
Governor
*insert obligatory "What A Twist!" meme here*
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