Tricia
Governor
As I was being escorted out of the courtroom, two other guards were escorting a young boy about 18 years of age into the courtroom. He also was wearing nothing but a tiny loincloth and as our eyes met he smiled nervously as we passed each other.
The two guards lead me back out into the front of the building where a large crowd has gathered and hand me over to another male and female guard. However, these two are dressed quite differently from the first two. They are both attired in brown leather, short, sleeveless tunics. The female is quite muscular and attractive with a nice figure and ample bosom. The male is not so attractive but is quite muscular.
The female takes me by the arm and leads me to the top of the stairs and has me face the large crowd that is assembled on the road below. As I stand humiliated looking out at the crowd, the female guard reaches down and strips me of my loincloth and lets it fall to the ground. I am now completely bare looking out on a crowd of men and woman who appear to be delighted at my nudity and fate.
The female guard faces the crowd and states… “this prisoner has been charged with treason and sedition and the magistrate has ordered us to obtain a confession”. Simultaneously, the male guard approaches and takes my wrist and secures it with a thick leather restraint and when he finishes, he does the same with the other. The female guard then secures my ankles with the same type of leather restraints and when she is finished, I am escorted to the whipping frame where they once again turn me to face the crowd and secure my arms to chains on the top of the frame. My legs are spread apart, and my feet are secured to bolts attached to the wooden floor.
I am now fully displayed for the crowd below and I feel a tightness in my throat and have never felt humiliation like this before in my life. Just when I think the humiliation can't get any worse, the female guard now starts to turn a wheel located on the side of the frame which pulls the chains I’m attached to towards the top of the frame stretching my body taught. She continues to turn the wheel until I'm barely able to stand on my tip toes.
The two guards approach and both remove bullwhips that were attached to their belts. The male guard steps closer and states… “you will confess your crimes girl" …to which I immediately reply… “but I have done nothing wrong” … but before I could finish my sentence, I hear the crack of the whip and feel the sting of the lash on my naked flesh. I shriek from the pain as I feel the pain from the second whip as it too makes contact with my body.
The two guards are now positioned on both sides of me whipping me simultaneously, continuously and mercilessly. As the whip of one guard strikes me, the second guards whip strikes me immediately after and the pain is excruciating. My screams are now uncontrollable, and I can feel the tears rolling down my cheeks. As the whips continue to fall, my body barely moves because I'm stretched so tight in the frame. The pain is the worse pain that I have ever felt in my life and after several minutes, I can’t take it anymore. I scream out "mercy!!!...Please, Mercy!!!”. The whips fall several more times and I continue to scream… “Mercy… Please…I confess”
The guards stop the flogging and the male guard steps forward and pulls my head back by my hair and smiles and states… “Do you confess your crime of treason and sedition?” To which, I quickly respond... “yes…I’m guilty…Please no more”. I am now whimpering and trying to catch my breath, my body is covered in sweat and welts from the whip. I can feel the sweat dripping down my breasts and my body is quivering with pain.
I look down at the crowd who is now screaming…” she has confessed…crucify her…crucify her”…“put her to the cross”
The female guard steps to the frame and turns the wheel which lowers my body back onto the platform. I feel relief in my arms as my feet make full contact with the wood platform. My legs are shaking and I’m having difficulty supporting my own weight.
The guards step forward and remove the restraints and the male reaches down on the floor and picks up my loincloth and hands it to me and barks “cover yourself…You will see the magistrate again.”
They hand me back over to the two guards who originally brought me into the court who now take me by the arms and walk me back into the courtroom. I try my best to secure the loincloth around my waist to cover myself as they escort me back in.
As we get closer, I can see the back of the boy in the loincloth that I saw earlier. He is standing in front of the magistrate and I only hear the Magistrate state out loud… “crucify him” … to the delight of the courtroom. At this point the two guards take him by the arms and escort him towards the whipping frame and once again we make eye contact as we pass, however this time there was no smile from either of us.
I am once again brought before the judge and now I’m forced to my knees. I’m still trembling and trying to compose myself wiping the tears from my face. The judge rises from the chair and orders the guards to bring me to his chambers. The two guards pull me up by my arms and we follow the judge through the door and into his chambers.
As soon as the door closes, the magistrate states to the guards… “This is not my courtroom, why is this prisoner still covered in my chambers?” …at which point, one of the guards reaches forward and pulls the loincloth from my waist once again stripping me naked.
The Magistrate approaches me and looks me up and down, he is clearly ogling me. He begins to circle me and I feel his hand grope my inner thigh. I wince as he touches me, and he laughs and clears his throat and states… “looking at your body and judging by the screams that I heard in my courtroom, I can tell that my lictors have done a good job flogging you to obtain a confession.” He continues to circle me exploring my naked body with his hands.
“Girl you will be crucified with that boy out there for your crimes against the people of our empire. …We will go back out into the courtroom and I will pass sentence on you. Once I do, you will be brought back to the lictors and flogged again. By law, you will receive 39 lashes prior to your crucifixion.” I immediately pleaded… “please sir, you’ve already had me flogged…I have confessed. Please… show me mercy.” The judge responded... “Silence!!!...you’re flogging was to obtain a confession because of your stubbornness to tell the truth about your crimes. You will be flogged again and crucified! It is our law. However, as the magistrate, the number of lashes can be reduced at my discretion.” I once again pleaded with him, “please sir…I beg of you, I will do anything. I can’t take anymore”
As the words came out of my mouth the judge grinned and said… “you are learning.” He immediately started to remove his toga and casually hung it up and motioned for me to come closer to him. I looked over at the guards who did not appear to be phased at all by what was transpiring.… “don’t worry about them." he stated... "Get over here.” As I got closer he grabbed me and pulled me closer and stuck his tongue deep in my mouth. I was taken by surprise and did not kiss him back which clearly angered him. At this point, he pushed me back away from him and stated, “don’t you understand girl, that if I’m not happy with you, you will receive the full 39 lashes and your procession to the crucifixion site will be quite entertaining…not for you of course.”
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