Iconoclast12
Magistrate
Absolutely gorgeous
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Sketches by scorpio
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jimsac
Tribune
Thank you. I find her really sexy as well!
emmaX
Magistrate
Emma can't control her shivering, glancing at the wicked instrument of torture and the grinning lictor.
Though she was afraid of offending the lictor, pleads him but in whisper,, "Judge promised a light whipping...."
He scoffs, enjoying her terror, "I haven't heard of a lictor questioned about scouging." He trails her soft smooth skin with the animal bones.
"Why? You propose to throw yourself to us like a whore?" She can't bring herself up to saying it, but she nods to him with her teary pleading eyes.
Though she was afraid of offending the lictor, pleads him but in whisper,, "Judge promised a light whipping...."
He scoffs, enjoying her terror, "I haven't heard of a lictor questioned about scouging." He trails her soft smooth skin with the animal bones.
"Why? You propose to throw yourself to us like a whore?" She can't bring herself up to saying it, but she nods to him with her teary pleading eyes.
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nicole
Tribune
Beautiful photo, we see the fear in his eyes
jimsac
Tribune
Lovely image, emmaX!
jimsac
Tribune
Emma is flogged
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The torture begins.
@emmaX writhes and howls in pain as the first bone-encrusted leather strands hit home. A whistle followed by a dull slap as the straps strafe her body.
The flagellums are quite short, so the lictors have to stand close to the bound woman in order to ensure the greatest amount of pain. They don't care if the woman's blood splatters on their flesh and clothing.
They admire her quivering pale, naked sweat-drenched back and buttocks as they gradually become bruised and torn with each successive blow.
Trickles of blood run down Emma's back.
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The torture begins.
@emmaX writhes and howls in pain as the first bone-encrusted leather strands hit home. A whistle followed by a dull slap as the straps strafe her body.
The flagellums are quite short, so the lictors have to stand close to the bound woman in order to ensure the greatest amount of pain. They don't care if the woman's blood splatters on their flesh and clothing.
They admire her quivering pale, naked sweat-drenched back and buttocks as they gradually become bruised and torn with each successive blow.
Trickles of blood run down Emma's back.
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The men flogging Emma think the post Emma is bound to has been smoothed by the previous prisoners that they have flogged there. Emma can still feel each splinter that digs at her bare breasts and stomach...
jimsac
Tribune
Emma hugs the whipping post, her legs intertwined with the wood just like the body of her lover…
jimsac
Tribune
Emma is caned
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An officer, Scorpianus, comes barging in the courtyard where @emmaX is being flogged.
"Enough!" he shouts.
"No more blows with the flagellum!"
Emma lets out a sigh of relief, thinking that her ordeal is over. Streams of blood bathe her naked back from the wounds inflicted by the flagellum.
"The procurator wants this bitch to die slowly on the cross, not hanging from your damn whipping post! Therefore, you may continue the torture, but with sticks."
The lictors swap their flagellums with long sticks of ash, and the whipping recommences....
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An officer, Scorpianus, comes barging in the courtyard where @emmaX is being flogged.
"Enough!" he shouts.
"No more blows with the flagellum!"
Emma lets out a sigh of relief, thinking that her ordeal is over. Streams of blood bathe her naked back from the wounds inflicted by the flagellum.
"The procurator wants this bitch to die slowly on the cross, not hanging from your damn whipping post! Therefore, you may continue the torture, but with sticks."
The lictors swap their flagellums with long sticks of ash, and the whipping recommences....
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nicole
Tribune
As always your drawings are magnificent, I can easily imagine myself in her place
jimsac
Tribune
I greatly appreciate your comment
jimsac
Tribune
Please do, Nicole. I hope you get all wet
nicole
Tribune
Yes indeed this thought makes me wet
emmaX
Magistrate
"Look at her! She says she wants to fuck all of us! She's a real whore!". the lictor annouces to the others loudly. They all laugh and agree with him. Emma blushes profusely. She just wants to disappear. She regrets nodding to the lictor. But still she is deathly afraid of the flagellum embedded with bones. He whispers to her ear, smelling the mixture of her sweat and the expensive perfume, "Aww, but it's too late for that. You should have told us yesterday.", as if she had a chance to even meet them yesterday. Emma shivers at his sadistic grin.
Emma shrieks as the first lash licks her back, tearing her soft smooth skin. She unconsciouisly hugs the wood post, like many others did before. Her skin is wet from her sweat, dampening the wood surface that has been dried up by the morning sun. She couldn't imagine a greater pain, but the second lash was even worse than the first. She was sure she'd die or become unconscious before the third. Her whole world consists of just a single incredible pain.
Emma is somehow aware of the voice of the officer. It sounded like the horrible torture is over. Her whole body is burning with the incredible pain. She can barely recognize the pain coming from her damaged back. She feels the warmth between her thighs as she loses the control of her bladder. The laughter of the men.
Then suddenly the torture starts again. She howls. The pain of the cane is not any lighter and she can't think any more.
jimsac
Tribune
No mercy for Emma
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The caning is stopped for a moment and one of the lictors moves closer to @emmaX .
Her head is slumped against the post, and she looks as if she has passed out.
The man grabs the woman's blond hair and roughly jerks her head up. She cries out in pain.
"The whore is still breathing! She can take a couple more strokes I think!"
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The caning is stopped for a moment and one of the lictors moves closer to @emmaX .
Her head is slumped against the post, and she looks as if she has passed out.
The man grabs the woman's blond hair and roughly jerks her head up. She cries out in pain.
"The whore is still breathing! She can take a couple more strokes I think!"
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emmaX
Magistrate
"No! Please! No More!!", she thought to herself she was screaming, but the lictor only hears her hoarse whisper.
