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As she was still shaking from pain and exhaustion, the long strands thrashed into her again, the tips this time going around her torso to dig into her left breast. She howled, pulling as hard as she could on the manacles. Then a new roar of pain left her mouth as she rocked back. Panting, she looked down at her breast. There were wheals and blood was oozing from the delicate skin. She turned her head to the lictor, as if to check that he was real, that a human being was indeed capable of such cruelty. 'Twenty-eight'.

Eulalia and Dorothea screamed in horror, then shouted a torrent of insults to the Romans in general and General Tullius in particular.

The lictor calmly dipped the scourge into the bucket again, then took a three-pace run-up and let her arm go. The thongs crashed into her waistline. It seemed for a moment that she was going to be torn from the post as her body convulsed and her head snapped back. She bounced back and retched loudly. Then a howl that was more animal then human echoed throughout the fortress. 'Twenty-nine'

He shook out the scourge and came in again, ripping it down from under her right shoulder to her left buttock. News sprays of blood flew up as the knots tore into the wounded flesh. Barbaria screamed and screamed again to the skies above her, eyes wide open. Then she rested her head on her arm, sobbing, as a pitiful wailing was coming from her throat. It seemed that she was on the verge of fainting again.

Another lictor took a towel, dipped it into the salt water and applied it to the Queen’s back and buttocks. She shrieked in agony as her body stiffened, twitched and then she sank in her bonds again, breathing heavily.

As two legionaries unfastened her, she fell limp to the ground, lying face down in the blood-soaked dust of the courtyard, torso heaving. Her back and flanks were a terrible sight, her skin and flesh having been torn by no less than 360 leather knots.

But she slowly pushed herself up before pausing, exhausted. Her legs still lay flat to the ground but by the way she rested on her arms, her chest was raised and everybody got a fine view of her breasts hanging down. They might have been quite small, bruised and welted now by the lashes, but they were delicate and enticing and a rumour of appreciation, mixed with some sneering, came from the assembled soldiers.

She raised her tears-bathed face toward Tullius, fire in her half-closed eyes.

"She raised her tears-bathed face toward Tullius, fire in her half-closed eyes." That should be all the confirmation Tullius needs to know that my defiance is as strong as ever. Thirty lashes, 360 leather knots ... I will not submit to his or any other Roman's will!
 
Intelligence reports show troop concentrations near Atuatuca, probably Eburonii stragglers gathering. No real threat, and Julius Ceasar is hanging around there. Others mention Nervii of Boduognat operating near the Sabis River. That's near the Scaldis, not near the Mosa, so probably they are more interested in tempting the Menapii, than checking the Romans. They are all too far away and not considered a threat for Tullius' position.

Tullius and his legion can go on having fun with - I mean retrieve information from - their female captives.
 
Intelligence reports show troop concentrations near Atuatuca, probably Eburonii stragglers gathering. No real threat, and Julius Ceasar is hanging around there. Others mention Nervii of Boduognat operating near the Sabis River. That's near the Scaldis, not near the Mosa, so probably they are more interested in tempting the Menapii, than checking the Romans. They are all too far away and not considered a threat for Tullius' position.

Tullius and his legion can go on having fun with - I mean retrieve information from - their female captives.

The Queen appreciates this intelligence report communicated in a hushed tone from the sidelines, but regrets the immediate implications for herself and the other captives. :oops:
 
The Queen should put her hopes on the assertion by Julius Caesar that the Belgians are the bravest of all Gauls (although he added "because they live the farthest away from civilisation").:confused:

And that is a slight that will not go unnoticed or unpunished. The Belgae shall rise again, and in league with Roman-oppressed barbarian tribes everywhere they shall in retribution bring terror and destruction to the very gates of Rome.
 
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And that is a slight that will not go unnoticed or unpunished. The Belgae shall rise again, and in league with Roman-oppressed barbarian tribes everywhere they shall in retribution bring terror and destruction to the very gates of Rome.

Tullius went to the beautiful woman, squating next to her. He left her chin with his hand. 'So your Majesty, are you ready to answer my questions, or should I be more... persuasive?
 
Tullius went to the beautiful woman, squating next to her. He left her chin with his hand. 'So your Majesty, are you ready to answer my questions, or should I be more... persuasive?

You know the answer to that Roman swine! Do your worst! (spitting in his face).
 
You know the answer to that Roman swine! Do your worst! (spitting in his face).

Tullius rose, washing his face away from the insulting spit.
'You spitted in the face of a Roman General, woman, do you realize that ? All right. I gave you a chance. As a tribute to your bravery, I won't let you live as a slave. But you will die as a slave. Crucified !
 
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Tullius rose, washing his face away from the insulting spit.
'You spitted in the face of a Roman General, woman, do you realize that ? All right. I gave you a chance. As a tribute to your bravery, I won't let you live as a slave. But you will die as a slave. Crucified !

If I must be publicly executed ... and if crucifixion it must be ... then I at least demand the dignity of a loin cloth! I am after all a noble woman, not a mere slave. I demand a bit of respect!
 
If I must be publicly executed ... and if crucifixion it must be ... then I at least demand the dignity of a loin cloth! I am after all a noble woman, not a mere slave. I demand a bit of respect!

Yes, you're a brave woman, i'll give you that. You want a loin cloth ? Very well, here's the deal.

Dorothea will be delivered to my elite cohort, as a sex toy. Eulalia will be... interrogated here and now, under your eyes.

Then you will have a loin cloth. And you will be crucified on the top of the oppidum, on the circus your rebellious mind has constructed. You'll die there, in front of your people, as a warning to any barbarian foolish enough to rise against the power of Rome!

Of course, you can avoid that. You know. I'm waiting for your decision
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Yes, you're a brave woman, i'll give you that. You want a loin cloth ? Very well, here's the deal.

Dorothea will be delivered to my elite cohort, as a sex toy. Eulalia will be... interrogated here and now, under your eyes.

Then you will have a loin cloth. And you will be crucified on the top of the oppidum, on the circus your rebellious mind has constructed. You'll die there, in front of your people, as a warning to any barbarian foolish enough to rise against the power of Rome!

Of course, you can avoid that. You know. I'm waiting for your decision
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You already know my decision! I will never submit. I choose to die.

Dorothea deserves no less. She can be insatiable ehen aroused. Indeed your elite cohort may get far more than they bargained for.

And as for Eulalia, I will be sorry to have to witness her terrible suffering. But she is like me, and you will find soon enough that no Roman will break her will.

So crucify me, if you wish, and do it publicly. But grant me the dignity of a loincloth as you have promised. I hold you to your word on that.

But also know, dear Tullius, that you will come to regret crucifying me. For my agony and death will not be a warning as you suppose, rather you will have made a martyr of me and kindled the unquenchable fires of revenge.

Fires that will someday destroy both you and Rome!
 
I shudder. Maybe you're right, Your Majesty. But as a Roman General, you know I've to do my duty.You decided.

'Guards! Tie the blonde handmaiden to a table'! Only the ones with a decoration will be be allowed to take her! But boys, don't refrain yourselves... Bring a brazier in here. We have a lot of questions to ask to the King's councellor...'
 
Two lictors untied Dorothea and dragged her over a low table in the center of the courtyard. Her arms were quickly
tied to the table legs. Another thick leather band was tied around her waist and made fast.
Then two Guards grabbed her legs and brought them back to her shoulders. Dorothea screamed, more in shame
than in pain, knowing full well that her private parts were now exposed to the soldiers. A lictor ripped away the now
useless loin cloth.
 
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Two lictors untied Dorothea and dragged her over a low table in the center of the courtyard. Her arms were quickly
tied to the table legs. Another thick leather band was tied around her waist and made fast.
Then two Guards grabbed her legs and brought them back to her soulders. Dorothea screamed, more in shame
than in pain, knowing full well that her private parts were now exposed to the soldiers. A lictor ripped away the now
useless loin cloth.

Please Choose the men with the longest,thickest cocks.
 
Yes, you're a brave woman, i'll give you that. You want a loin cloth ? Very well, here's the deal.

Dorothea will be delivered to my elite cohort, as a sex toy. Eulalia will be... interrogated here and now, under your eyes.

Then you will have a loin cloth. And you will be crucified on the top of the oppidum, on the circus your rebellious mind has constructed. You'll die there, in front of your people, as a warning to any barbarian foolish enough to rise against the power of Rome!

Of course, you can avoid that. You know. I'm waiting for your decision
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