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Barbria Moria, adultrix
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connoisseurs
Senator
That facial expression I would read as joyful anticipation.
I think from Barb's point trepidation is the most accurate...
...as for the two men there is the joyful anticipation!!!
connoisseurs
Senator
I have approached enough women to know what trepidation looks like
RacingRodent
Consul
My take on what each is thinking
Magistrate: Do I look like a Vuclan?
Slave: My master looks like a Vulcan
Barb: Mmmmm I am going to get a contract with HBO out of this
Oh Shit
I have approached enough women to know what trepidation looks like
Yikes!!!!!!!
My take on what each is thinking
Magistrate: Do I look like a Vuclan?
Slave: My master looks like a Vulcan
Barb: Mmmmm I am going to get a contract with HBO out of this
RR has a great imagination
windar
Teller of Tales
The question every man wants to hear on his wedding day...
Oh, nothing, dear. Don't you worry your pretty little head about that...
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windar
Teller of Tales
I'm afraid I agree with conno, here. You look like you're about to slip into a nice hot bath...
connoisseurs
Senator
Don´t worry. It happens only when I smile or talkYikes!!!!!!!
How about...Barb,if your smile were any brighter it could light up the universe!you need a better pickup line?
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.
Thanks Barb.
And again.
I liked it.Now things get rather more harsh.
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Barb spent the next few days in a cell of her own, missing the comforting prescence of her new friend Nubia, although she had frequent male visitors.
Time passed slowly, and yet there was a sense that her public execution was rushing towards her. On the last night she could not sleep, thinking of the ordeal to come. Horrific, terrible, and yet . . . deep inside there was something, a yearning to know what such a death would be like. Barb had heard that sometimes the crucified experienced enhanced, even erotic, sensation, some were even known to have climaxed while fixed to the cross. Barb was conflicted. Her libido had got her into this situation, she was not inclined to humiliate herself even further by indulging it, but despite feeling shame the idea did make her wet. She touched herself, imagining the day to come.
What held the Roman Empire together? Law, yes. Good administration, certainly. The Legions, of course. And bread and circuses. Food for the body, and blood shed to distract the plebs. Each day of suffering and sacrifice was another day without riots or civil disturbance. The people would have their blood.
Guards came with the morning, and Barb was taken from her cell and transported to the arena. She could hear the crowd as she approached, warming up with some animal acts. Her crucifixion would be a centre piece of the day, followed by gladiatorial combat, which would take place even while Barb suffered on her cross. Crucifixion was entertaining, but it took time, and the crowd needed additional distractions.
Barb entered the arena between two guards. She tried her best to look straight ahead but out of the corner of her eye she could see, yes it was Messilia, Julia, Carpenia, and others of her group. She had thought of them as friends, but here they were clearly enjoying Barb's utter humiliation and looking forward to seeing her suffer an excruciating and shameful death. She looked away, her calm exterior hiding deep emotional turmoil at this betrayal.
Barb could see on the other side of the arena a slim black figure similarly led naked to a prone cross. It was Nubia, but in despair she could see that their crosses were going to be far apart.
Her little group reached the place where her cross lay, the executioners waiting.
"On the ground, girl. You know we have to follow the law. We have to make sure you're not a virgin, not allowed to crucify virgins, see."
Barb was pushed to the ground and there, in the dirt of the arena and in front of thousands of spectators, one of the executioners forced himself between her thighs. She could do little but cry out in shock as he entered her with a single thrust and worked enthusiastically to meet the legal requirements. Her pleasure was the least of his concerns, and when he finally came with a grunt Barb felt totally and abjectly abused.
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Barb spent the next few days in a cell of her own, missing the comforting prescence of her new friend Nubia, although she had frequent male visitors.
It’s not that I am a prude about this sort of thing, mind you. I cheated on Punito every chance I got, poor sod. But the prison guards were not the same as lovers. They were brutal, and there were so many of them! And the fact that I was Punito’s wife ... they were well aware of that ... drove them to abuse me with abandon. I was sore and totally humiliated. Enough to forswear sex with men forever should I somehow be granted a reprieve from my death sentence. I missed Nubia!
uards came with the morning, and Barb was taken from her cell and transported to the arena. She could hear the crowd as she approached, warming up with some animal acts. Her crucifixion would be a centre piece of the day, followed by gladiatorial combat, which would take place even while Barb suffered on her cross. Crucifixion was entertaining, but it took time, and the crowd needed additional distractions.
The roar of the crowd as I was led naked into the arena was enough to freeze me in place. I had to be prodded forward by the two guards, both of whom had raped me repeatedly in my cell and now joked among themselves at the terrible prospect of what awaited me on the floor of the arena ... and how they would enjoy watching the crowd rape me mentally, smug in the knowledge that the crowd could never know me as intimately as they had.
yes it was Messilia, Julia, Carpenia, and others of her group. She had thought of them as friends, but here they were clearly enjoying Barb's utter humiliation and looking forward to seeing her suffer an excruciating and shameful death. She looked away, her calm exterior hiding deep emotional turmoil at this betrayal.
My humiliation was to know no end. What could be worse than the smirks and knowing smiles of all my female Roman friends ... and I use the word “friends “ here generously. They had waited a long time for this. Always suspected me of turning the heads of their men. Now they shall have their own sweet jealous revenge!
Barbria was pushed to the ground and there, in the dirt of the arena and in front of thousands of spectators, one of the executioners forced himself between her thighs. She could do little but cry out in shock as he entered her with a single thrust and worked enthusiastically to meet the legal requirements. Her pleasure was the least of his concerns, and when he finally came with a grunt Barb felt totally and abjectly abused.
Now I suffer the ultimate humiliation! Helplessly raped for the vicarious enjoyment of the watching thousands. On my back, the warm sand grinding into my naked backside, I grit my teeth as this brute pummels me. He seeks his pleasure as I focus on showing no emotion ...the only source of personal pride left to me. But even in that, I fail, forced in the end to give up an involuntary open-mouthed full-throated moan as my tormentor explodes inside me. He stands and bows theatrically to the roar of the crowd. I turn my tear-streaked face away and shudder uncontrollably.
RacingRodent
Consul
Well thought and written!!!
