emmaX
Magistrate
No! I hate them! But I'm getting wet thinking about them.
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Sketches by scorpio
- Thread starter jimsac
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jimsac
Tribune
Ow! Those are some very convincing wounds!
jimsac
Tribune
Unfortunately Ann is apparently MIA. I guess being nailed to the cross is the reason! Seriously @assistantann where are you?
assistantann
Executioner
I’m still here. Sorry had a device quit on me and life and all but I’m still here suffering nailed to the cross
jimsac
Tribune
Emma is crowned queen
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Dragging @emmaX to her feet, the soldiers place a crown of thorns on her which they then crush down. The game of the queen is something they have subjected many a hapless prisoner to.
"Hail to the Queen!", they cry
"Hail to the lesbian adulteress!"
The woman howls in pain as the sharp spikes enter her scalp. Rivulets of blood trickle down her face and back. She weakly raises her hands in attempt to remove the mocking and painful crown, but they viciously slap her face, almost dislodging the crown in the process, which they press tightly on her head again. Despite the sharp pain, she does not protest.
Emma staggers and is about to fall but they hold her steady, so that everyone can enjoy her naked body.
Another laughing soldier brings a tattered tunic. Laying his hand on her bare shoulder he exclaims
"It is indecent to stay like that - here's your royal robe, your majesty!"
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Dragging @emmaX to her feet, the soldiers place a crown of thorns on her which they then crush down. The game of the queen is something they have subjected many a hapless prisoner to.
"Hail to the Queen!", they cry
"Hail to the lesbian adulteress!"
The woman howls in pain as the sharp spikes enter her scalp. Rivulets of blood trickle down her face and back. She weakly raises her hands in attempt to remove the mocking and painful crown, but they viciously slap her face, almost dislodging the crown in the process, which they press tightly on her head again. Despite the sharp pain, she does not protest.
Emma staggers and is about to fall but they hold her steady, so that everyone can enjoy her naked body.
Another laughing soldier brings a tattered tunic. Laying his hand on her bare shoulder he exclaims
"It is indecent to stay like that - here's your royal robe, your majesty!"
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jimsac
Tribune
Gabriella - The Agony and the Ecstasy
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A cover piece for a future series featuring our @GabriellaSivilla ... stay tuned....
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A cover piece for a future series featuring our @GabriellaSivilla ... stay tuned....
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Is she really going to feel any ecstasy???
jimsac
Tribune
Well, you know Gabriella - she's one of a kind.... remember those female martyr pics they showed us when we were kids in Catholic School?
GabriellaSivilla
Governor
I think that is one of the best BEST drawing you did, jimsac. Thanks a lot indeed!!! And to complement it with some text:
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When they invaded her territory, she herself went to the Romans. "For sure they will recognize my majesty, and hail me in front of my beauty, and proclaim me their Princess" Gabriella thought.
But as soon as she entered their palace, she was grabbed by the soldiers, and roughly dragged in front of Tribune Claudius. They kicked her knees to make kneel down, while ripping the front of her robe: "Sir, look at what nice pair of tits we found, Sir", and they showed her firm boobs, topped by her perky dark pink nipples.
"She has a nice face, too, and nice blonde hair, could be worth a nice gift for a Senator." the Tribun said, while grabbing her chin and compelling her to look at his cold grey eyes.
"You scum!!! You filthy pieces of shit!" she thundered in the hall, her high-pitched voice renonating in the air. "I am Gabriella Sivilla, sent by the Gods to protect my people and be your Princess. Hail me now and I will forgive you!"
Tribune Claudius shaked his head, disbilivieng she was so crazy: "What a waste!", then, in a lower tone of voice: "Centurion, take care of her." and nodded.
They brought her in a smaller room, the soldiers grabbing her by her arms, her ripped robe getting in the way while she stumbled forward. The room was dark, and, entering, the soldiers raised coulds of dust, visible in the dim light shed by the door opening. The air smelled of old.
They roughly bent her over a wooden table, ripped the hemline of her robe, down to her long beautiful legs, on her back. "Just the officers, the soldiers get out of here!" shouted the Centurion, a grin on his scary face.
When he shoved his hard cock inside her, Gabriella screamed out loud, a long scream of pain. He grabbed her hair and spoke with his deep voice in her ear, his body pinning her on the wooden table top, his hips starting to buck back and forth to fuck her hard: "Tell, tell, what a princess sent by Gods feels when buggered by a thick Roman sausage? Tell, bitch!"
Gabriella did not answer. Instread, she screamed again when she felt her anal ring stretched to the limit, and beyond, as the Centurion pushed hard and fleshes of intense pain blinded her. And she cried out like a baby girl, and yelled, as the others took turns raping her, and called her names, and slapped her on her pretty face, amused by the fact that this girl in her early twenties, that they were sodomizing, called herself a princess sent by the Gods.
When they all had empited their heavy balls in her ass, they dragged her in the courtyard and gave her to the soldiers. "Scourge her!" ordered the centurion. She soldiers gathered around her like a pack of wolves, led her to a high column, tied her wrists to two rings up there, and ripped off her the last shreds of her robe.
Her body lied stretched against the stone column as they called for the lictor to bring the dready flagurm the gentle sunrays grazing her silky skin. As the lictor arrived they started scourging her. The swish of the thongs in the air was followed by the dull thuds of the metal tips of the scourge hitting her back, and her screams of pain as the bone and metal shards, embedded in the thongs, ripped her skin and penetrated her tender flesh.
Gabriella started asking mercy at the second lash, her voice already hoarse from screaming, as the thongs of the scourge wrapped around her flank and the metal tips wounded her junst under her right tit: "pll... ppll.. aaaaahh AAAHHHH... mmmerr... AAAAHHH... mmmerr AAAAHHHH!!!" she pitiously cried.
Five strokes of the flagrum were enough to gauge deep wounds in her back, and for her blood to start dripping from the angry welts down her legs and to the dirty floor. It was then, that the Centurion stopped the lictor: "Use the cane, dumbass, do not ruin her too much!"
They kept on hitting her with the cane. They started with her rounded buttocks, marking them with red long welts. Then they got to her back again, and Gabriella went mad from pain, her arms pulling at her bonds, as they cruelly hit her deep wounds with the cane, more blood flowing down her skin. Then the passed to her long beautiful legs, hitting the rear of her thighs, long red strips rapidly appearing on her skin.
They stopped only when they saw her hanging from her wrists, and her screams of pain progressively died in her troath, a pool of her blood under her. Then they dragged her through the courtyard, stark naked, her inert feet leaving a trail in the dirt, to have her sit on a stone bench, under a porch. They tied her wrists in front of her.
The soldiers found an old red cloak, dirt and full of holes, and they put it around her shoulders, laughing as she winced with pain at the contact between her ruined skin and the rough fabric. One of the soldiers, an evil grin on his scary face, took some short brunches da un pomegranate tree, and interwined them in a mock crown, evil looking thorns protruding in and out from its rim.
He proudly showed it to her, sure that she understood when she saw that her eyes were widening with fear. His cock already hard from having seen her naked and scourged, he pressed the crown onto on her head, pushing until it slided down her forefront, and grinned as he watched the evil thorns snapping as they cut on her scalp.
He stepped back, admiring his handiwork, as Gabriella closed her eyes and howled in pain, a long howl like the one from a wounded lamb. Her blood was starting to drip down her pretty cheeks when they circled her, taunting her: "All hail Gabriella Sivilla, our Princess!"
jimsac
Tribune
Gabriella never disappoints, does she? Clearly, my drawing got her attention. Thank you for the story-stay tuned!
emmaX
Magistrate
nice expression on the sketch.
jimsac
Tribune
Emma's robe and scepter
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The cruel soldiers surround the woman, naked except for the crown of thorns jammed into her head. They jeer and taunt her.
They place a stick in @emmaX 's hand.
"Here's a scepter for our 'Queen'!"
They drape a dirty tattered cloth around Emma's back. She flinches and gasps as the robe, sticking to her bloodied back, burns her skin.
"A royal garment for you! Aren't you grateful?"
Getting no answer, they hit her on the face.
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The cruel soldiers surround the woman, naked except for the crown of thorns jammed into her head. They jeer and taunt her.
They place a stick in @emmaX 's hand.
"Here's a scepter for our 'Queen'!"
They drape a dirty tattered cloth around Emma's back. She flinches and gasps as the robe, sticking to her bloodied back, burns her skin.
"A royal garment for you! Aren't you grateful?"
Getting no answer, they hit her on the face.
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jimsac
Tribune
Gabriella - Stazione I
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Princess @GabriellaSivilla is stripped naked and displayed to the garrison of soldiers. They ogle her magnificent body, drool over her long legs and shapely breasts. They note that unlike most whores they frequent, her pussy is completely shaved.
She is theirs to do as they wish.
Before her execution, they intend to have some fun with the helpless Gabriella.
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Princess @GabriellaSivilla is stripped naked and displayed to the garrison of soldiers. They ogle her magnificent body, drool over her long legs and shapely breasts. They note that unlike most whores they frequent, her pussy is completely shaved.
She is theirs to do as they wish.
Before her execution, they intend to have some fun with the helpless Gabriella.
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redsonja
Governor
She seems serene and even dignified in the face of her nakedness, but surely if she has any trace of bravery they will take it away from her with the relentless Roman scourge, if they don't do it first by raping and abusing her.
MSTGMA
Executioner
Wasn't it historically the other way 'round? Shaving was often a prostitute thing (for avoiding lice if nothing else)...
jimsac
Tribune
No clue really. I doubt if historical evidence exists either way. And remember this is a work of fiction….
GabriellaSivilla
Governor
Indeed I am curious about the expression. Serene, brave... I do not know. What @jimsac thinks?
Anyhow, very nice drawing, indeed, thaaaanks!!!
Kisses!
G.
jimsac
Tribune
Defiance. How dare they, these vulgar and rough soldiers lay their hands on her immaculate and noble body.
I find an initially combative woman, before she succumbs to the cruelty of her captors, adds a lot to the eroticism of the story.
redsonja
Governor
I like it better that a brave woman is broken through torture, and if the torture starts from the mildest to the strongest, the pleasure of breaking her is greater, and the erotic and sexual pleasure too, it must be said heh, he he.
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jimsac
Tribune
Nice image!
I’m sure that one of these days I’ll give the flame-headed Red Sonya a touch of the old Scorpio treatment!