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Barbria Moria, adultrix
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She could have a damn good try...Try to restrain yourself, Kathy. You can’t suck them all
Try to restrain yourself, Kathy. You can’t suck them all
Barb, a woman's gotta have dream.
If that’s also the dream of just about every man on this planet, cool.
connoisseurs
Senator
I don´t understand why he wanted to see their faces? I like this angle much
View attachment 607448Look, I can't help the angle. I was taught to take this position at Eul's Finishing School for WaywardChristianRoman Girls. Just look the other way if you don't like to see my spread tight little!
And a perfectly good angle it is too.
Depends on whether you are the spectator or the centre of attention!
Where did you get that picture of Captain Phlebas !?
Hmmm.
Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t suffering the point?
There's something wrong with that picture, no pointy end on the shaft (the wooden one, I'm talking about the wooden one)
Hey, I have a nice face too, you know!
Where did that voice come from ??
Third hit when you do a "Phlebas" image search, he lied.
Don't worry - I'm just measuring your extension from the cross...Is that bobinder? Someone tell him to get that damn thing away from my backside!
It's all about geometry and perfect alignments, you know.
windar
Teller of Tales
This is very wrong. She hasn't confessed, in fact she denies it. Ergo (that's Latin I think) she must be tortured until she does confess.
Sheesh! This is just basic logic...
Bring out . . . THE COMFY CHAIR!!!
Don't worry - I'm just measuring your extension from the cross...
It's all about geometry and perfect alignments, you know.
Something is sticking out in that pic
I think Kathy wants to measure someone's "extension" as well.
Apologies to those who were looking forward to a "grandiose" whipping session in this story - sorry! I leave it to your imagination.
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Barb spent the night alone, frantic about her impending fate. That scum of a husband has had his revenge, ensuring that she is cast down and executed in a most painful and humiliating way. Yet part of her was unrepentant. She did not regret taking a lover, she had felt truly alive for the first time in years. She would die knowing that she had wounded Punito deeply, and had found fulfillment in her sexual life not with just one lover, but with two. Would she see Nubia again before she died?
The magistrate had taken to this noble criminal who had come before him, and wished to privately supervise her scourging and preparation for the arena. No stripping was necessary as Barb's arms were raised above her head and securely fixed to a beam overhead. With slow, deep breaths she prepared herself for the pain to come . . . .
He looked at her for a long time, she really was a beauty. That smooth slim back, the tight little arse beneath, ready and waiting for him to make his mark. His hand touched her gently on her side, very close to her exposed breast, and slid down to her hip, his index finger crossing behind to trace a line over her buttocks. He would start there, he decided, a couple of good strikes across her tight little and then up to the lower back.
"Hand me the scourge there, that's the one. Domina, ready yourself."
An unexpected firm voice broke his concentration.
"No."
Punito strode into the room, his eyes taking in the naked bound figure of his wife, and the man ready to paint bloody pain across her back.
"No. I do not wish it, sir. I wish for her to go to the arena unmarked. I wish for her to go to the cross whole, unscourged, unbloody. I want people to see what a beauty she is, what she has thrown away in her foolishness and selfishness."
Caius Crucius Punito was not a man to be denied.
"Of course, Senator" the magistrate replied, unable to keep the disappointment out of his voice.
"It will be as you wish. Perhaps we will keep her bound here for a time, like this, it will be good discipline for her. Would you care to join me in a cup of wine? Perhaps you would like to take her body, one last time, if you don't mind me watching? I confess I would like to experience her too. She does look so inviting strung up like that! And perhaps, Senator, you will even reconsider and allow a light use of the whip?"
"Hmm, a few strokes to get her dancing might be acceptable, to warm her up for other pleasures. Pass me that wine, man."
Barb gritted her teeth and cursed the perverted magistrate, her body tensing at the distinctive sound of leather cutting through the air . . .
No, in fact this was quite inventive and every bit, if not Moore, erotic than the conventional “grandiose” whipping I fully deserved. Deftly and breathtakingly written.
It seems a bit much that the Senator sets her up and then still gets to use her. That's almost more humiliating than the cross.
I wouldn't put up with it, Barb.
It seems a bit much that the Senator sets her up and then still gets to use her. That's almost more humiliating than the cross.
I wouldn't put up with it, Barb.
Are you telling me I have a choice in the matter?
RacingRodent
Consul
Well you could ask for a divorce, not that it makes an awful lot of difference at this point
windar
Teller of Tales
It might, financially, in terms of whether her family gets something. Depends on the pre-nup. You did read the fine print, didn't you?
RacingRodent
Consul
I did, not sure Barb would have
RacingRodent
Consul
I think the Senator's issue was more your sacking with random sea captains
Besides don't you want to know if your divorcing him means your brother gets the villa and farm instead of Punito?