GabriellaSivilla
Governor
All of us full blooded males are enjoying your suffering.... and I suspect a good number of gals too
mmmhhh... I love to hear that!!! Anybody willing to show up is welcome!
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mmmhhh... I love to hear that!!! Anybody willing to show up is welcome!
jimsac
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My drawings reflect the ultimate erotic fetish for me. It is wonderful to have a group like this that caters to my whims. It is even more amazing that there is someone like Gabriella who is willing to immerse herself in my dreams and desires....mmmhhh... I love to hear that!!! Anybody willing to show up is welcome!
carloscruz
Governor
I am back with the crowd yes. And it hurts me to see you tortuted. But your naked body, nailed and exposed is an incredibly erotic image.mmmhhh... so you are in the crowd, you too, watching my execution! mmmmhhh... hope you are enjoing it..
mmmhhh... so you are in the crowd, you too, watching my execution! mmmmhhh... hope you are enjoing it..
The nails pierce you, blood and sweat run over your flesh, you shine with your own fluids. Our own blood rises with the sight of you, helpless, writhing, and your screams awake something primal within us. Almost every man is transfixed, staring, it is as if we have gone mad with one desire, to see you suffer here in front of us.
I almost feel sorry for you. What have you done to deserve this? It is too much for a strong man to bear, let alone a woman as fine as you. Yet there is nothing we can do, no point in feeling guilty. The mood of the crowd takes me, and I go with it.
GabriellaSivilla
Governor
The board with the Queen's titulus rapidly passes from hand to hand, until the guy on the ladder behind the stipe grabs and prepares to fix it.
The cruel nails plunged in her hands and feet, Gabriella's crucifixion at this point is concluded, and awesome bolts of pain continuosly explode in her head.
Her legs still weak from the terrible torture inflicted on them, she lets herself hang from the nails in her wrists and the ropes around her forearms, not even trying to put pressure on her wounded feet. But this in turn is an aweful agony for her arms, the nerves in her wrists painfully electrified by the shafts scratching them and against her little bones.
She cannot resist such a terrible torture. She tosses her head from side to side, mad from pain. She sobs deperate, she screams out loud as the agony fills her head and her whole universe. She wails in pain, her body trembling, her silky skin glistening under the Sun as it covers with the cold sweat from the shock of the crucifixion.
Then she inhales deeply, her belly hollow as she hangs stretched, her rib cage filling with air and expanding, putting in lewd display her tits, her dark pink nipple so well in evidence under the gaze of all the excited onlookers. As she does so, the pain is too much to bear, and she wails in another of her bloodcurling screams, her red lips stretched on her teeth, closing her eyes, the blue eyeshadow on her eyebrows clearly visible: "aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH".
This new scream drives the mob crazy. They double the shouts, the insults, the cat calls, the laughters, the curses thrown upon her, in a paroxism of rage and lust.
"Whore! You deserve that!"
"You preferred to be nailed by the men in your brothel, ah Gabriella?"
"Yeah, suffer, suffer! We are here for that, you bitch!"
Gabriella's agony on the cross has just started.
The cruel nails plunged in her hands and feet, Gabriella's crucifixion at this point is concluded, and awesome bolts of pain continuosly explode in her head.
Her legs still weak from the terrible torture inflicted on them, she lets herself hang from the nails in her wrists and the ropes around her forearms, not even trying to put pressure on her wounded feet. But this in turn is an aweful agony for her arms, the nerves in her wrists painfully electrified by the shafts scratching them and against her little bones.
She cannot resist such a terrible torture. She tosses her head from side to side, mad from pain. She sobs deperate, she screams out loud as the agony fills her head and her whole universe. She wails in pain, her body trembling, her silky skin glistening under the Sun as it covers with the cold sweat from the shock of the crucifixion.
Then she inhales deeply, her belly hollow as she hangs stretched, her rib cage filling with air and expanding, putting in lewd display her tits, her dark pink nipple so well in evidence under the gaze of all the excited onlookers. As she does so, the pain is too much to bear, and she wails in another of her bloodcurling screams, her red lips stretched on her teeth, closing her eyes, the blue eyeshadow on her eyebrows clearly visible: "aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH".
This new scream drives the mob crazy. They double the shouts, the insults, the cat calls, the laughters, the curses thrown upon her, in a paroxism of rage and lust.
"Whore! You deserve that!"
"You preferred to be nailed by the men in your brothel, ah Gabriella?"
"Yeah, suffer, suffer! We are here for that, you bitch!"
Gabriella's agony on the cross has just started.
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jimsac
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The Queen’s agony is excruciating. Her titulus is not even in place and she has already started to dance on the cross.
I look around me. Another soldier in my troop (@bigpenis ) is looking up at Gabriella’s naked body. He is smiling and rubbing his crotch. Most of the onlookers are making fun of the woman. One or two are strangely silent. They look sad and distraught. Her followers or lovers perhaps?
She needs to suffer. Rome wants her to suffer. But no reason why we can’t score a few points and appease the sexual desires of the crowd.
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Deleted member 16320
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wonderful story!!!
jimsac
Tribune
thank you Darken!
jimsac
Tribune
And they crucified her.
The crowd heap insults and jeer at Queen @GabriellaSivilla . A tortured, naked figure hanging from the throne of pain.
"Regina Puttanarum!"
"Save yourself!"
"Come down from the cross!"
"Summon your 'army' to save you, Queen!"
Some are so close they can almost touch her bruised and bloodied feet, securely nailed to the wood....
(from an idea by @GabriellaSivilla )
The crowd heap insults and jeer at Queen @GabriellaSivilla . A tortured, naked figure hanging from the throne of pain.
"Regina Puttanarum!"
"Save yourself!"
"Come down from the cross!"
"Summon your 'army' to save you, Queen!"
Some are so close they can almost touch her bruised and bloodied feet, securely nailed to the wood....
(from an idea by @GabriellaSivilla )
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GabriellaSivilla
Governor
Gabriella cannot see what is happening above her, she can just hear. They are pounding the nails to fix the board with her titulus on the stipe, using the very same mallet they have just used to cruelly fix her limbs to the wood.
At each blow, the whole cross vibrates and the loud dull noises reverberate in the clearing on the top of the low hill. But louder are the cat calls and the insults that the mob is addressing her, oblivious to the fact that on the cross there is a young girl suffering an excruciating agony.
And when the thug finishes and the titulus is up there for all to see, one of the guards shouts out loud:
"All hail Gabriella Sivilla, Queen of the Whores! All hail Gabriella, Regina Puttanarum!"
Even in the haze of pain she can clearly hear that. And she can clearly hear what from the mob they are shouting to her, with rage, anger, fury, like they are willing to have revenge on her from all they suffered during their life. On Gabriella, hoisted on her throne of pain.
She lets her gaze move from side to side, looking at the angry faces in the mob and seeing all those people, eyes bulging and shouting insults to her, hits her in the very deep. She does not deserve that, she has always loved her people, and tried to protect them.
Then, in the eyes of the mob, she sees also lust. They do not hide it. They are looking at her enjoying to see her naked, and to see her suffering. Sometimes they rub their crotches. They shout how lucky was the bastard that fucked her earlier on. They shout all kinds of sexual insults. And even the ones who keep silent, have their gaze fixed on her naked shaved pussy. On her pussy lips, hoping to see them disclose so that they can have a look to her tender love channel. To the center of her feminity, ravaged and bruised by all the men that have been there in the past hours.
Closing her eyes and moaning in desperation, Gabriella realizes why the cross will also be her throne of shame.
At each blow, the whole cross vibrates and the loud dull noises reverberate in the clearing on the top of the low hill. But louder are the cat calls and the insults that the mob is addressing her, oblivious to the fact that on the cross there is a young girl suffering an excruciating agony.
And when the thug finishes and the titulus is up there for all to see, one of the guards shouts out loud:
"All hail Gabriella Sivilla, Queen of the Whores! All hail Gabriella, Regina Puttanarum!"
Even in the haze of pain she can clearly hear that. And she can clearly hear what from the mob they are shouting to her, with rage, anger, fury, like they are willing to have revenge on her from all they suffered during their life. On Gabriella, hoisted on her throne of pain.
She lets her gaze move from side to side, looking at the angry faces in the mob and seeing all those people, eyes bulging and shouting insults to her, hits her in the very deep. She does not deserve that, she has always loved her people, and tried to protect them.
Then, in the eyes of the mob, she sees also lust. They do not hide it. They are looking at her enjoying to see her naked, and to see her suffering. Sometimes they rub their crotches. They shout how lucky was the bastard that fucked her earlier on. They shout all kinds of sexual insults. And even the ones who keep silent, have their gaze fixed on her naked shaved pussy. On her pussy lips, hoping to see them disclose so that they can have a look to her tender love channel. To the center of her feminity, ravaged and bruised by all the men that have been there in the past hours.
Closing her eyes and moaning in desperation, Gabriella realizes why the cross will also be her throne of shame.
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jimsac
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The timing is uncanny. Special treats for Easter....
jimsac
Tribune
Here we are then. Another crucifixion.
Yet as I gaze as this latest victim of Rome, I feel that this is different.
I gaze on Queen @GabriellaSivilla ’s lower body and notice her well manicured feet, solidly nailed to the wood. Slowly making my way upwards along her naked body, I see the numerous raw welts and bleeding scars that crisscross her legs. I see her tortured pussy, the one I violated as she lay screaming on the ground, nailed to the cross. How my loins ache for more.....
I notice that the rebel is hardly moving her body, tied as she is to the cross by her elbows. I call out to one of my soldiers “you, untie and then retie her hands at the wrists-let’s see her dance on the cross!”
Yet as I gaze as this latest victim of Rome, I feel that this is different.
I gaze on Queen @GabriellaSivilla ’s lower body and notice her well manicured feet, solidly nailed to the wood. Slowly making my way upwards along her naked body, I see the numerous raw welts and bleeding scars that crisscross her legs. I see her tortured pussy, the one I violated as she lay screaming on the ground, nailed to the cross. How my loins ache for more.....
I notice that the rebel is hardly moving her body, tied as she is to the cross by her elbows. I call out to one of my soldiers “you, untie and then retie her hands at the wrists-let’s see her dance on the cross!”
jimsac
Tribune
Perhaps....
jimsac
Tribune
One for Palm Sunday.
While holding Queen @GabriellaSivilla 's nailed body (and groping her somewhat in the meantime), they untie the bonds that tie her arms to the beam. She immediately feels the increased pain of her nailed hands and howls in agony.
The natives rapidly retie her hands at the wrists, almost at the point where her hands are nailed.
They let go of her naked, tortured body, and she sags on the cross, utterly exhausted.
Some in the crowd mimic her "fall" and make lewd remarks.
"Look at her now, the Queen of nothing!"
"Suck my dick, you bitch!"
"That red pussy needs a spear in it!"
The Dance is about to begin...
While holding Queen @GabriellaSivilla 's nailed body (and groping her somewhat in the meantime), they untie the bonds that tie her arms to the beam. She immediately feels the increased pain of her nailed hands and howls in agony.
The natives rapidly retie her hands at the wrists, almost at the point where her hands are nailed.
They let go of her naked, tortured body, and she sags on the cross, utterly exhausted.
Some in the crowd mimic her "fall" and make lewd remarks.
"Look at her now, the Queen of nothing!"
"Suck my dick, you bitch!"
"That red pussy needs a spear in it!"
The Dance is about to begin...
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super!
please give a full story to download in the future?
please give a full story to download in the future?
jimsac
Tribune
At some point we will. When the story’s done