jimsac
Tribune
Conserve your energy, there’s still plenty of suffering that Gabriella has to endure....
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GabriellaSivilla
Governor
jimsac
Tribune
Queen @GabriellaSivilla arrives at the site of her crucifixion. Her torturers pounce on her and, grasping the crossbeam, pull her to the ground. Again, the beam scrapes on her scourged back and bumps on her crowned head, causing stabs of pain across her body. Weak as she is, she does not resist. As she painfully descends to the dusty ground, the realization of what is about to happen hits her. She will be stripped naked, nailed brutally to the cross and then hoisted up for her people to see her and the false accusation that the Romans have pronounced her to be, the Queen of the Whores!
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GabriellaSivilla
Governor
wow... shivers down my spine...
jimsac
Tribune
Nipples erect and ready to go. It’s time to have some fun with the Queen!
wikk
Magistrate
I am following Her … so close behind her, together with all the people …they shout something, insult, they are full of emotions ... and I walk in between them, pushed by them, I stumble but I go, go ...
I go limp like a calf … following her, so close behind … and I know that She is bigger that we are …
I promised for myself not to witness those terrible things which happen on this execution area under the city … what people on the market tell so often about .. I’m only obedient shy slave and for real I shouldn’t be here …
But I see Her and hear Her voice following her … Don’t know what she is feeling now … I do not think now ... I do not feel sorry for her … I just go and look at …
"SSLAAAAPPPP" … "AAAAAAHHHH" .. round buttocks tremble after the blow, hanging down breasts wobble .. ..
"SSLAAAAPPPP" … "AAAAAAHHHH" .. round buttocks, all the body tremble with the hanging breast ….
I don’t think .. I’m staring … I’m aroused … I go limp like a calf ...
we almost reached the top of the hill ! …
I go limp like a calf … following her, so close behind … and I know that She is bigger that we are …
I promised for myself not to witness those terrible things which happen on this execution area under the city … what people on the market tell so often about .. I’m only obedient shy slave and for real I shouldn’t be here …
But I see Her and hear Her voice following her … Don’t know what she is feeling now … I do not think now ... I do not feel sorry for her … I just go and look at …
"SSLAAAAPPPP" … "AAAAAAHHHH" .. round buttocks tremble after the blow, hanging down breasts wobble .. ..
"SSLAAAAPPPP" … "AAAAAAHHHH" .. round buttocks, all the body tremble with the hanging breast ….
I don’t think .. I’m staring … I’m aroused … I go limp like a calf ...
we almost reached the top of the hill ! …
jimsac
Tribune
Only a few in the crowd do not curse the Queen as she is roughly pulled to the ground. I wonder are they some of her reputed 100 lovers?
GabriellaSivilla
Governor
They are waiting for her. As Gabriella during her via crucis was like a lamb lead to the slaughtherhouse, the execution squad waiting for her at the top of the low hill is like a pack of wolves pouncing on their prey. Smelling blood and flesh.
They are not Roman soldiers. They are from her people, hired from the Romans to inflict her the final torture. When Gabriella sees them and understands what has happened, her mind blurred by the pain in her back and head, broken by the long path she had to walk, the realization of the treason is like a spear stabbing directly in her heart.
But they do not care. They grasp her patibulum and roughtly pull her to the ground, the hard beam scraping on her back covered with the terrible wounds caused by the scourge. Gabriella moans out loud at this renewed torture, arching her back, being unable to refrein a terrible cry of pain to escape from her lips..."aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", her cry long and heart-felt, coming directly from the deep of her wounded soul.
She does not offer resistance as she descends to the dusty ground, offering herself to the torture, hoping that this will save her people. But she cannot avoid wailing from pain as the thorns of her crown stick even deeper in her tender scalp as she is laid down, her head on the ground..."aaaaaHHH AAAAHHH AAAHHHH!"
She can look at the sky now, while, around her, her torturers starts preparing cruel arrangments for her body, getting ready to torment her. She
cannot be sure, but she think she has seen somebody taking out from a bag few rusty spike. And the realization hits her like a hammer: they are going to crucify her, and she will die up there, on the tree of shame, for the amusement and arousing of her enemies. She wails again, from desperation this time, this is not what she thought when she gave herself up to the Romans. But she has to undergo it, her people is most important.
With the corner of her left eye, she sees a dark figure approaching, looming of her. Her gruesome ordeal is going to start.
They are not Roman soldiers. They are from her people, hired from the Romans to inflict her the final torture. When Gabriella sees them and understands what has happened, her mind blurred by the pain in her back and head, broken by the long path she had to walk, the realization of the treason is like a spear stabbing directly in her heart.
But they do not care. They grasp her patibulum and roughtly pull her to the ground, the hard beam scraping on her back covered with the terrible wounds caused by the scourge. Gabriella moans out loud at this renewed torture, arching her back, being unable to refrein a terrible cry of pain to escape from her lips..."aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", her cry long and heart-felt, coming directly from the deep of her wounded soul.
She does not offer resistance as she descends to the dusty ground, offering herself to the torture, hoping that this will save her people. But she cannot avoid wailing from pain as the thorns of her crown stick even deeper in her tender scalp as she is laid down, her head on the ground..."aaaaaHHH AAAAHHH AAAHHHH!"
She can look at the sky now, while, around her, her torturers starts preparing cruel arrangments for her body, getting ready to torment her. She
cannot be sure, but she think she has seen somebody taking out from a bag few rusty spike. And the realization hits her like a hammer: they are going to crucify her, and she will die up there, on the tree of shame, for the amusement and arousing of her enemies. She wails again, from desperation this time, this is not what she thought when she gave herself up to the Romans. But she has to undergo it, her people is most important.
With the corner of her left eye, she sees a dark figure approaching, looming of her. Her gruesome ordeal is going to start.
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carloscruz
Governor
I look in disgust how a group of traitors, from our own people, are in charge of executing Gabriella.
Well, I don't know for sure if they have been forced to do it under threat or they have volunteer. The fact is that my Queen and love is going to be executed by her own people. A terrible added humiliation for my poor Gabriella!
I see how they put her on the ground preparing her nailing. She dind't resist.
I wonder if she realizes that her beautiful feet had walked for the last time.
But as before my lust is competing with my pain and my love. And I am quite sure that I am going to experience that mixture of feelings until the end.
How it's possible that I am excited by her execution? What kind of beast I am?
But she looks so sexy lying naked on her cross!
Waiting for the nails to be hammered into her body!
She is no longer a woman, but just a part they are going to assenble with the nails and the cross...
I can't denied it. I am excited and looking forward to see her nailed naked up in the tree of shame....
Well, I don't know for sure if they have been forced to do it under threat or they have volunteer. The fact is that my Queen and love is going to be executed by her own people. A terrible added humiliation for my poor Gabriella!
I see how they put her on the ground preparing her nailing. She dind't resist.
I wonder if she realizes that her beautiful feet had walked for the last time.
But as before my lust is competing with my pain and my love. And I am quite sure that I am going to experience that mixture of feelings until the end.
How it's possible that I am excited by her execution? What kind of beast I am?
But she looks so sexy lying naked on her cross!
Waiting for the nails to be hammered into her body!
She is no longer a woman, but just a part they are going to assenble with the nails and the cross...
I can't denied it. I am excited and looking forward to see her nailed naked up in the tree of shame....
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jimsac
Tribune
Lovely work, carlocruz. The conflict of raw competing emotions... seeing a beautiful woman about to be crucified... should we feel sorry for her... rescue her... fuck her ourselves...or just get on with it and crucify her? Ah the agony of choice...
jimsac
Tribune
"Lie down, cunt!" bark the crucifixion party, as they force Queen @GabriellaSivilla to the dusty ground. As she is brutally pulled down, the patibulum again bangs on her head and the rough robe slides across her tortured back and ribs. The queen wails and howls. In her despair, she seems to recognize some of the men who will be responsible for driving the nails in her delicate wrists...
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jimsac
Tribune
Thank you, big penis! Want a piece of the Queen?
jimsac
Tribune
Or perhaps a go at her while she’s nailed to the cross. She has no choice really
jimsac
Tribune
I will make you the protagonist of the next pic....