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GabriellaSivilla said:
I hope that somebody's cock will get hard instead! :)
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Yaros had already lost to get away from that place, when he heard the creepy cries of his love Gabriella. He covered his ears, but those screams would not be forgotten as long as he lived. He hid in an abandoned shack on the outskirts of the city in the opposite direction where they were having another wild affair with Gabriella, his queen, his love.
 
GabriellaSivilla said:
Gabriella is now close upon the top of her ascent on the scaffold. Her lithe luscious body is almost completely in full display, and the mob can admire her forms, her perky breasts, her silky skin marked by the deep angry welts of the scourging and all the abuses the has suffered. They all can see her raw flesh where the little pieces of bones and metal of the whip have bitten deep in her skin. The coils of rope around the hurtbeam and her elbows somehow support her weight, but the constant tear on the wounds in her wrists lets her scarlet blood gush out, marking the wooden beam behind her hands or trailing down her forearms to finally drip on the dirty floor. The sharp thorns in her crown have punctured deeply the skin in her forehead, just above her eyebrows, and two slight trails of blood mark, one her temple and her right cheek, the other, the side of her pretty nose and the corner of her mouth. Both converge under her chin, from where droplets of her blood slowly trickle on the ground, bringing with them Gabriella's life. Still another blood trail marks the other side of her beautiful face.

Incongruously, part of the make-up she carefully put on before giving herself to the Romans still remains. As she closes her eyes, and lets out another pitiful scream rise high up in the sky: "aaaAAAAAAAHHHH AAAAHHHHH pppllleeeasseee... have mmmeeercccyAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH", they can see the blue on her painted eyelids, the red lipstick marking the contours of her sultry lips and, in between, her perfect white teeth. The blusher on her cheeks adds a delicate touch of color to her pale skin, and the small earrings at her lobes appear for a second as her blond hair, matted with sperm and blood, lean on her ears.

Skorpio, looking at her from the base of scaffold, feels his cock getting hard again. He cannot avoid admiring her beauty, her body, her elegance even when she his hoisted up on the most terrible instrument of torture ever devised. His thoughts go to a few minutes before, when he, lucky pal, possessed her on the ground, and he took her violently, trying to hurt her and take from her suffering his pleasure. "Surely she will be a terrific show up there" he thinks, "one that the bastards here will remember for long!"

He turns around and shouts: "All hail Gabriella Sivilla, the Queen of Whores, Regina Puttanarum!"
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The governor masturbated by squeezing the penis between his thighs until semen came out. Then he began to finger it little by little.
 
GabriellaSivilla said:
Just the last part of the course is missing. Thirty-fourty centimeters to complete the ascent of the Queen Gabriella Sivilla on her throne of pain and shame, and to hoist and fix the patibulum to the stipe. What a horrible word: patibulum, the tool where the damned "patisce", means suffers, her agony.

"PULL, PULL!" somebody from below shouts, and one of the thugs of the execution squad, a mix of bumpkins, criminals and cruel perverts, pulls the rope with all his strength. The effect is dreadful: Gabriella's right arm and shoulder are stretched, and for a couple of seconds much more than her own weigth is put on the nail in her wrist and the fresh wound around it.

The agony is excruciating, as the damaged nerves and tendons, and the little bones scratched by the nail shaft send explosive bolts of pain directly to Gabriella's brain. She tosses her head back, and screams a heart-sickening scream, her eyes closed from the deep torment she is experiencing: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

The women in the mob cover their mouths in awe, horrified at the gruesome scene they are witnessing to. Even the men, for a second, are startled, realizing how terrible are the poor girl's sufferings, taking place just in front of their eyes. But after the first moment has passed, they start clapping, they shout insults, they cheer: this is the show they have come to see.

"YEAH! Hoist her on her throne, the Queen!"

"It was much better in the brothel where you belong, eh Gabriella? Now suffer, you BITCH!"

Gabriella's screams is not even finished, that she feels somebody tightly grabbing her feet and legs, steadying her swing. She opens her eyes, panting hard, and her next scream is just pitiful: "aaaAAHHH nnnnoooo AAAAHHH"

"You prick! You too have to pull!!!" shouts the guy from below, and another starts pulling the rope coiled around the left end of the patibulum. Even if he is more careful than the other, moving the beam the remaining centimeters and turn it horizontally means stretching the Queen's
left arm too. Gabriella reacts howling in pain, like her same soul is teared by the torture: "aaaaAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH nnnAAAAHHH".

But her ordeal continues.
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They all notice how her ribs are highlighted even more than normal on her. Like one of her somewhat pointed hips, the skin has been detached by a brutal scourge. And as her stomach shrinks even more at that horrible pain.

Dance on your throne queen, dance on your skinny bitch cross, ha ha ha ha! –These heartless laughed.
 
Yaros, sheltered in that ruined house, wept without consolation. There was nothing he could do for her love. And even if she closed her eyes, she still saw the vision of her tortured love, with traces of semen, flogged in a horrible way and crucified. And he knew that even when crucified torture would be applied to him. It was the price she had to pay to save her people. Gabriella Sivila the queen Iliria treated like a vulgar whore. Surely when he died his abused body would be thrown into a landfill.

Yaros swore to himself that he could no longer save her, but his body would have a decent burial, even if it cost him his life.
 
The alternate story continues:

Among the mists of pain, Gabriella watches as a legionary brings a small brazier. Placed on top of a fireplace, the coals were heated. Almost at the same time, several soldiers put several iron needles between the burning coals. The legionaries smirked.

Gabriella knew what it meant. They were going to torture her with the needles.

Indeed, one of the soldiers climbed a ladder to the height of one of his tortured breasts, already bleeding from the touch of the spearhead.

The poor girl suddenly drew forth unheard-of forces of weakness, and writhed on her cross. This surprised even the soldiers, but the only thing the girl did when she shook her head more, was that the thorns of her crown scratched the tender flesh of her arms even more, skinning her. More blood flowed from those wounds.

The sadistic legionnaire shook his right breast first, then savagely shoved the hot tip of the needle into the tit.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeegggghhhhhh! the girl screamed until she was unconscious. The needle went through his chest completely. Those savage soldiers also smelled their poor iron-burned meat.
And when her left breast suffered the same torment, she woke up, and made a horrible scream again, only to pass out again.

Then they repeated again torturing her tits, but this time with unheated needles.

Blood gushing from his wounds filled the entire front of his body with red.
 
The Governor, seeing this and the tremendous excitement that caused him, with his penis hardened and raised, first took a long whip of skin of hippopotamus, and gave five tremendous lashes across the front of the body of the young queen. One of them hit Gabriella's right breast, already badly damaged by spears and needles.
Then the governor masturbated in front of everyone.
 
The alternative story continues ...

Another hour passes and the governor looks at that slim body, which barely moves and makes efforts to breathe.

The Governor already sees the menacing vultures and scavenging birds ready for the next banquet.

The governor then orders that they put a stipes, or cornu, that damages his clotiris, and that the young woman endure more alive in view of the pleasure that her agony produces.

Those scoundrels were so cruel.
 
Gabriella's alternative story continues:

The governor and the soldiery were enjoying the spectacle of the crucified girl. And in addition to the cornu, the governor has ordered to place small rings on the tips of the nipples, from which dangle chains with small bells at the end. They sound every time she makes terrible efforts to breathe. While those savages make fun of her, they masturbate. and they run in front of her.

The governor is totally drunk with sexual frenzy. With the hippopotamus skin whip, he hits the girl again. Two new bloodlines appear slightly above the victim's navel. And a new masturbation, the governor finally seems satisfied.

"Well now the time has come to leave the Queen of Whores alone, at last! Let the guard on duty ensure that no one comes near him until he dies!" he ordered.

"And later, that at least a legionary keep his crucified dead body for a couple of hours, without the vultures approaching! When the deadline has passed, that the corpse be grazed by the scavengers! This I do so that contemplate that body that we have enjoyed a little more, and because this execution I will always remember, ha ha ha ha ha!

Slowly and agonizingly looking up at the governor, poor Gabriella, with glassy eyes and her son's voice, said:

-Bastard, son of a bitch! -

The young woman dropped her gaze to his chest again.
 
Little by little all the spectators left the place. The governor looked at the young woman one last time and rode off into the city. She would never forget that execution, besides Gabriellla was just her type of girl. A little skinny, but not overly so, although now with hips and ribs highlighted by efforts to breathe, she seemed more bony. He laughed out loud and got lost in the city.

An hour and a little later, the girl Gabriella looked straight ahead almost without strength, then her red head of thorns sank into her chest, her body trembled a little and she remained still.

Gabriella had finally expired. Her body was mostly red from the blood spilled by floggings, lashes and various tortures.

Of the legionaries who remained guarding the body, only the one ordered by the governor remained. Those who left would carry the news of the young queen's death.

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Meanwhile, Yaros had been slowly approaching the execution site again. He was dreading to see the state Gabriella was in. She knew that she would have died already, but she had sworn that it would not be scavenger grass. So, Yaros and four very loyal men, dressed in legionary clothes killed during the rebellion, approached the guard of the crucified one, and talked to him until he realized that he was inside a very closed circle between the five . They killed him with a knife. But it was difficult for them to do so, since they already discovered the wild things that they had continued to do with their young queen. Yaros discovered those tortures to which she had been subjected after the young man left.

Quickly, they untied it from the cross, lowered it and went to the field. Yaros's tears and his were abundant. Also, despite the fact that they had planned everything with alacrity, I could not regret discovering Yaros, that in Gabriella's right forearm there was a piece of meat that had already been pecked by a crow, and the white of the bone was showing.

Yaros wept with rage and helplessness, for he knew that it was easy for the crow; it was a wound already heavily punished by the young woman's thorned crown.

That same night, somewhere in a forest, a brief funeral ceremony took place, but as it would be for a queen.

Queen Gabriella had her funeral.

And some time later the governor and soldiers of his garrison suffered various "accidents" and gradually died.


Well, this is the end that I have made up the story, I await your opinion.
 
jimsac said:
The last one in this series for the moment. Enjoy!
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Very well.

Although I prefer the captive chained to a pole, or suspended from a pulley, totally naked exposing her entire body. I prefer captives or doomed to be flogged to begin that are not reclining or kneeling. That her whole body can be seen by assistants.
In the post, the back is beaten almost normatively, but turning the victim, its front part is also prey to the whips, but it is necessary to stop the torment to turn it over. So my preferred method of lashing is that the victim is suspended from the ceiling, if it is with a pulley better, since this allows the executioner to flog the entire body of the victim. Both front and back, and of course neither his tits nor his sexual organs would escape the caress of the whip. This is my opinion.
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The wait
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Her naked body is tied up like an animal waiting to be slaughtered. Her feet hardly touch the ground.
Her nipples are erect and responding not just to the chill of the morning air, but to the excitement of being fully exposed to the glares of the assembled throng.
She is terrified. She hears shuffling sounds behind her but cannot see. Her breathing intensifies..

<comments welcome> :span1:
 

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jimsac said:
The wait
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Her naked body is tied up like an animal waiting to be slaughtered. Her feet hardly touch the ground.
Her nipples are erect and responding not just to the chill of the morning air, but to the excitement of being fully exposed to the glares of the assembled throng.
She is terrified. She hears shuffling sounds behind her but cannot see. Her breathing intensifies..

<comments welcome> :span1:
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Both are great. I especially like what you did with her eye in the second, it catches that fearful glance over her shoulder perfectly.
 
jimsac said:
The wait
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Her naked body is tied up like an animal waiting to be slaughtered. Her feet hardly touch the ground.
Her nipples are erect and responding not just to the chill of the morning air, but to the excitement of being fully exposed to the glares of the assembled throng.
She is terrified. She hears shuffling sounds behind her but cannot see. Her breathing intensifies..

<comments welcome> :span1:
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I like the shade of the skin on both drawings. Both can show how dark it is thereby revealing the physical pain reflected on it later on in the story :)
 
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