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Again and again, the merciless lictor flogs your exposed breasts and belly. He enjoys your fear and pain,
I scream, groan and howl. I can't think of anything else but the new and old pains one worse than another. Writhing uncontrollably even worsens the unbearable pains. I want to die!!. I'm so afraid of the next lash. Then it happens and I scream. My voice is so hoarse.
 
Emma meets the fuscinula
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The soldiers now try another torture on the poor @emmaX .
One of the soldiers presents her with a small, three-pronged instrument, a fuscinola, very similar to a fork.
"We reserve these exquisite fellows for royalty like yourself, bitch!"
Still moaning and howling from the pain in her hands and her flogging wounds, Emma barely notices as he first caresses her stomach with this fork.
He then scratches her skin lightly. Again, she does not notice.
Abruptly, he uses more force and drags the fork along her rib cage, where the flesh has already been laid bare by the morning's scourging.
This time, blood spurts out and Emma howls and shivers in pain, eliciting smiles from her torturers.
"Are you enjoying your little Neptune's trident now?" they ask her
 

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Emma meets the fuscinula
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The soldiers now try another torture on the poor @emmaX .
One of the soldiers presents her with a small, three-pronged instrument, a fuscinola, very similar to a fork.
"We reserve these exquisite fellows for royalty like yourself, bitch!"
Still moaning and howling from the pain in her hands and her flogging wounds, Emma barely notices as he first caresses her stomach with this fork.
He then scratches her skin lightly. Again, she does not notice.
Abruptly, he uses more force and drags the fork along her rib cage, where the flesh has already been laid bare by the morning's scourging.
This time, blood spurts out and Emma howls and shivers in pain, eliciting smiles from her torturers.
"Are you enjoying your little Neptune's trident now?" they ask her
I scream again, even louder for myself but not to the others; my voice is gone. I look at him with horror as he tortures me enjoying it and grinning. Even I understand those superficial wounds will never bring a quick death. He knows he can torture me for a long time.
 
Emma meets the fuscinula
==================


The soldiers now try another torture on the poor @emmaX .
One of the soldiers presents her with a small, three-pronged instrument, a fuscinola, very similar to a fork.
"We reserve these exquisite fellows for royalty like yourself, bitch!"
Still moaning and howling from the pain in her hands and her flogging wounds, Emma barely notices as he first caresses her stomach with this fork.
He then scratches her skin lightly. Again, she does not notice.
Abruptly, he uses more force and drags the fork along her rib cage, where the flesh has already been laid bare by the morning's scourging.
This time, blood spurts out and Emma howls and shivers in pain, eliciting smiles from her torturers.
"Are you enjoying your little Neptune's trident now?" they ask her
Merciless Romans :mad:
Poor @emmaX :(
 
a fuscinola, very similar to a fork.
Even more like a hand-rake or cultivator familiar to anyone with a garden or houseplants! Mine does make me think of the Roman way of tearing the stretched flanks, as well as the breasts, of martyrs on the eculus, 'little horse', a kind of rack, so I call it my rack-rake! :devil:
 
Emma meets the fuscinula
==================


The soldiers now try another torture on the poor @emmaX .
One of the soldiers presents her with a small, three-pronged instrument, a fuscinola, very similar to a fork.
"We reserve these exquisite fellows for royalty like yourself, bitch!"
Still moaning and howling from the pain in her hands and her flogging wounds, Emma barely notices as he first caresses her stomach with this fork.
He then scratches her skin lightly. Again, she does not notice.
Abruptly, he uses more force and drags the fork along her rib cage, where the flesh has already been laid bare by the morning's scourging.
This time, blood spurts out and Emma howls and shivers in pain, eliciting smiles from her torturers.
"Are you enjoying your little Neptune's trident now?" they ask her
Beautiful drawing, very intense
 
Emma crucified.
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The soldiers now leave @emmaX to die a painful, lingering death.
They affix the titulus to her wood, leaving her in shame and agony.
In the meantime, the crowd can enjoy her shivering bloodied nude body, spayed lewdly on the cross.

(taking a break for a couple of weeks...)
I'm so relieved to see them leave. No more tortures! But No! This is a torture!! I'm going to die like this. I want die quickly, but that doesn't seem to be coming.

I look so miserable. I was beautiful and everyone adored me. Now I look so horrible with all those cuts and bruises. And I'm in excruciating pain. Even if I try, I can't even smile. I must look ugly. Please Gods and Goddesses, I want to die beautifully, not like this!

Each time I squirm, the pain is terrible. I feel nausiated. They didn't nail my feet, but my feet bear all my weight and are so tired.

All I do is groan and moan. It's so uncomfortable! I'm thirsty!!
 
I'm so relieved to see them leave. No more tortures! But No! This is a torture!! I'm going to die like this. I want die quickly, but that doesn't seem to be coming.

I look so miserable. I was beautiful and everyone adored me. Now I look so horrible with all those cuts and bruises. And I'm in excruciating pain. Even if I try, I can't even smile. I must look ugly. Please Gods and Goddesses, I want to die beautifully, not like this!

Each time I squirm, the pain is terrible. I feel nausiated. They didn't nail my feet, but my feet bear all my weight and are so tired.

All I do is groan and moan. It's so uncomfortable! I'm thirsty!!
The young soldier sees Emma in so much distress.....he grabs his flask and offers her a drink of wine. Emma takes a drink and is renewed...if only for a few minutes. "Thank you," she mumbles and the young soldier smiles. "You're welcome pretty lady."
 
I'm so relieved to see them leave. No more tortures! But No! This is a torture!! I'm going to die like this. I want die quickly, but that doesn't seem to be coming.

I look so miserable. I was beautiful and everyone adored me. Now I look so horrible with all those cuts and bruises. And I'm in excruciating pain. Even if I try, I can't even smile. I must look ugly. Please Gods and Goddesses, I want to die beautifully, not like this!

Each time I squirm, the pain is terrible. I feel nausiated. They didn't nail my feet, but my feet bear all my weight and are so tired.

All I do is groan and moan. It's so uncomfortable! I'm thirsty!!
Mmmmm yes - an “I thirst” scene is always very hot, ever since I saw it featuring the late lamented Taryn … perhaps will draw this - in due course
 
The young soldier sees Emma in so much distress.....he grabs his flask and offers her a drink of wine. Emma takes a drink and is renewed...if only for a few minutes. "Thank you," she mumbles and the young soldier smiles. "You're welcome pretty lady."
I'm so terrified to see one of the soldiers coming back. "Oh, no! Please no more torture!!", my voice didn't even come out but weak gasps.
Then the young soldier offers me wine. It eases pain, even just for a short period of time. She can only whisper, "Thank you." to the young man.
She feels tears welling up her eyes when she hears him saying, "You're welcome, pretty lady". She says "Thank you.", again, her words turn to a sob.
 
While the soldiers drag me to begin my own torture. I saw Emma in pain, totally broken, begging.... She who had been brave all her young life, was now treated like a crying, pleading whore! But I'm Red Sonja, and I don't care! They will break so easily. I swear!
 
While the soldiers drag me to begin my own torture. I saw Emma in pain, totally broken, begging.... She who had been brave all her young life, was now treated like a crying, pleading whore! But I'm Red Sonja, and I don't care! They will break so easily. I swear!
The soldiers know Red Sonja is strong and brave.
.But that simply means the soldiers will be more ruthless and cruel in her treatment.
Everyone has a breaking point and the torturers
will do what it takes to find hers.
Red Sonja will eventually end up naked, broken, and nailed to her cross.
 
Red Sonya’s time is coming…..

The soldiers know Red Sonja is strong and brave. .But that simply means the soldiers will be more ruthless and cruel in her treatment. Everyone has a breaking point and the torturers will do what it takes to find hers. Red Sonja will eventually end up naked, broken, and nailed to her cross.
The soldiers know Red Sonja is strong and brave. .But that simply means the soldiers will be more ruthless and cruel in her treatment. Everyone has a breaking point and the torturers will do what it takes to find hers. Red Sonja will eventually end up naked, broken, and nailed to her cross.
 
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