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View attachment 361996 ohhhh...they are raising me in front of the very women who accused me, a poor slave, of seducing their powerful husbands! How diabolical! What could be worse? How they will congratulate themselves and enjoy watching me suffer! Don't they know what their husbands do?
You foolish girl you have only got yourself to blame! If you had only submitted to your master's attentions as is expected of a slavegirl. But by speaking of it you have called into question the character of several of the leading members of society who pride themselves on their public displays of morality. Their wives know only too well what goes on behind closed doors, they too have their secrets, but they cannot be humiliated by your slanders, so you must pay the price.
What is the life of a slavegirl who cannot submit worth anyway, there are plenty more where you came from.
Also the crowd want entertainment and what better than a naked girl writhing on the cross, a girl who has shamefully slandered our most honorable men of influence.
Let your crucifixion be a lesson to all who defy the rules of slavery and bondage.
 
You foolish girl you have only got yourself to blame! If you had only submitted to your master's attentions as is expected of a slavegirl. But by speaking of it you have called into question the character of several of the leading members of society who pride themselves on their public displays of morality. Their wives know only too well what goes on behind closed doors, they too have their secrets, but they cannot be humiliated by your slanders, so you must pay the price.
What is the life of a slavegirl who cannot submit worth anyway, there are plenty more where you came from.
Also the crowd want entertainment and what better than a naked girl writhing on the cross, a girl who has shamefully slandered our most honorable men of influence.
Let your crucifixion be a lesson to all who defy the rules of slavery and bondage.
I guess I have just been put in my place here :confused:
 
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TEODOSIA OF CAESAREA TORTURED TO DEATH
 
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TEODOSIA OF CAESAREA TORTURED TO DEATH

“From Tyre, Lebanon, the seventeen-year-old Theodosia had made her way to Caesarea in Palestine. On Easter Day, 307, according to Eusebius, she went to the public square where a number of Christians were in chains awaiting interrogation. She congratulated them and asked to be remembered in their prayers. Seized by the guards and brought before the governor, he ordered her to sacrifice to the gods, and when she would not, he had her brought to the arena and tortured with "cruel combs" on her side and breasts, and "she was torn on the ribs until her bowels were seen." The governor, seeing that she endured these tortures uncomplainingly, appealed to her to perform sacrifices to the gods and be released, but she replied that she had purposely come there and spoken to the Christians under guard in the square for the express purpose of being put to death by the authorities: "Why, oh man, dost thou deceive thyself, and not perceive that I have found the thing which I prayed to obtain at thy hands? For I rejoice greatly in having been deemed worthy to be admitted to the participation of the sufferings of God's martyrs: for indeed, for this very cause, I stood up and spake with them, in order that by some means or other they might make me a sharer in their sufferings." Whereupon she was tortured until she died. Her body was thrown into the sea.”

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I guess I have just been put in my place here :confused:
Your place, wretch, is on the cross!
You should be honoured that QuestPerilous has taken the trouble to spell out your crime and folly -
let other impudent slave-sluts take good note!
And I, my bare back burning from the Lictor's rod
drag my massive crossbar into the Arena,
across to where I'm destined to die,
and fall, naked, to my knees, humble before the Tribune -
aptly named Venatius Corvus, the Raven -
we are his prey!

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Your place, wretch, is on the cross!
You should be honoured that QuestPerilous has taken the trouble to spell out your crime and folly -
let other impudent slave-sluts take good note!
And I, my bare back burning from the Lictor's rod
drag my massive crossbar into the Arena,
across to where I'm destined to die,
and fall, naked, to my knees, humble before the Tribune -
aptly named Venatius Corvus, the Raven -
we are his prey!

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Then we shall suffer our cruel fate together, naked and ... if you insist... with humility, although I fail to see how that will matter much once we are helplessly twisting and writhing to the applause and jeers of the crowd!
 
That's what they've come to see -
no need to worry about doing humility,
we'll be humiliated willy nilly :devil:

You mean they will find ways to publicly humiliate us beyond nailing and raising us to die naked in front of thousands? Isn't that enough? What more could they possibly do to us?
 
Wait till they let the crowd come down into the arena and get within handling distance of us....
Wait till our struggles to cope with the strain on all our muscles grow weaker and weaker,,,
Wait till we're desperate - with thirst at one end, to pee at the other....
Wait till our bodies are shaking, quivering uncontrollably....
Wait till the crows start taking an interest in us...

And all the while those brutes and bitches will be laughing and giggling,
pointing and sneering, mocking and jeering - yes even, especially, ones we grew up with,
ones who always had it in for us, ones who were jealous, spiteful little bitches and bullies,
they'll come to enjoy their triumph!

And all we'll be able to do is hang our sweating heads and hope some miracle will end it quick -
but of course it won't!
 
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Wait till they let the crowd come down into the arena and get within handling distance of us....
Wait till our struggles to cope with the strain on all our muscles grow weaker and weaker,,,
Wait till we're desperate - with thirst at one end, to pee at the other....
Wait till our bodies are shaking, quivering uncontrollably....
Wait till the crows start taking an interest in us...

And all the while those brutes and bitches will be laughing and giggling,
pointing and sneering, mocking and jeering - yes even, especially, ones we grew up with,
ones who always had it in for us, ones who were jealous, spiteful little bitches and bullies,
they'll come to enjoy their triumph!

And all we'l be able to do is hang our sweating heads and hope some miracle will end it quick -
but of course it won't!

I assume all slavegirls who want to keep the last vestiges of dignity follow the unwritten rule - do not show weakness, carry the cross, accept the whipping, endure the nailing all with a minimum show of pain.
The crowds that gathers to see your end want you to weep and wail and beg for mercy; a truly noble slave will not give them that satisfaction until the very end when the pain of hanging from the cross is to much to bear. Then we know you'll lose all self control, but bear it as long as you can for the honour of all slaves.
 
Wait till they let the crowd come down into the arena and get within handling distance of us....
Wait till our struggles to cope with the strain on all our muscles grow weaker and weaker,,,
Wait till we're desperate - with thirst at one end, to pee at the other....
Wait till our bodies are shaking, quivering uncontrollably....
Wait till the crows start taking an interest in us...

And all the while those brutes and bitches will be laughing and giggling,
pointing and sneering, mocking and jeering - yes even, especially, ones we grew up with,
ones who always had it in for us, ones who were jealous, spiteful little bitches and bullies,
they'll come to enjoy their triumph!

And all we'l be able to do is hang our sweating heads and hope some miracle will end it quick -
but of course it won't!

yes even, especially, ones we grew up with,
ones who always had it in for us, ones who were jealous, spiteful little bitches and bullies,
they'll come to enjoy their triumph!

That's the part I hate the most of all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ... hate those little bitches and bullies !!! :mad:
 
IRENE OF MAGEDON SCOURGED

"Irene of Magedon was the only daughter of the pagan prefect of her hometown. Because of her beauty, her father kept her locked in a tower. Her teachers, however, informed her about Christianity, and St. Timotheus, the pupil of St. Paulus, baptized her and her maidens, whereupon she changed her name. Her father was furious and tied her to his horse in order to drag her behind him as a punishment, but the horse struck him down. He came back to life by the prayers of Irene, and became a Christian himself. Irene travelled to other towns to spread the Christian faith, and was frequently prosecuted. In one town, the prefect let her be thrown into a pit of snakes (an angel neutralized the poison), tied to a water mill in order to make her drown slowly (the river stopped its flow), and sawn into pieces (the saw broke). Finally he stripped her, tied her to a stake and had her scourged for hours. After surviving many other tortures and humiliations she was killed with a sword. "
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PUDENTIANA OF ROME

"Pudentiana was a Roman virgin of the early Christian church, daughter of Saint Pudens, friend of the Apostles, and sister of Praxedes. Praxedes and Pudentiana, together with presbyter Pastor and Pope Pius I, built a baptistry in the church inside their father's house, and started to baptize pagans. The two sisters were capturedand sentenced to die in the arena. Pudentiana was suspended then burnt with torches and treated with spiked tongs . She died as a martyr at the age of 17 or 18 and was buried next to her father Pudens, in the Priscilla catacombs on the via Salaria."

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