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Andyman

Tribune
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Far away from the City of Rome, the new governor of a freshly incorporated Barbaric province prepared the great feast for the local nobles, leaded by the last chieftain widow, Shannon, to show the wealth and kindness of the Roman Republic and ordered to bring him one important criminal the next morning to show the power of the Rome and his own determination to establish the Roman Peace in this wilderness. The problem was, the prison was empty. So, Shannon with all the local nobles decided to choose one of them and went to pythia, and they were given the advice to choose one of them so they decided to draw lots and so they did, and than Shannon fainted because she was the one who was choosen by the pythia. And when the sun rises they brought Shannon to the governor's palace, because she was the one who and told the governor she was scheming against the Rome and the governor didn't listened her explanations nor pleas but he ordered her to be stripped naked, raped, scourged, marched to the gallow hill and nailed to the cross, and so the Roman Peace could be supported and everyone were happy again - except Shannon herself, but no one was interested in the opinion of the crucified woman. And the feast continued for two days more, until she died and her body was burned to the ashes.

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Andyman

Tribune
When the centurion with three soldiers knocked to Monica's door early in the morning she looked really surprised. And when they told her that she must go with them immediately, she was much more surprised. And when they ordered her to undress completely before going out to the street she nearly fainted. So they help her to undress, and rape her in her own bed, after one another, and then they told her she was condemned to death for some reason and they put a beam on her shoulder and went out from the house to the street with her, naked, frightened and ashamed, and cried for people to gather together and to go with them and see the free spectacle and then they escorted her to the hill where the wooden post was waiting for the victims and nailed her to the beam and the post and hung her on the wood. There she died slow and painful death, and to the end she was not sure why she was condemned to such terrible death.

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Andyman

Tribune
Mary, kneeling next to her patibulum looked around with fear and despair. The people were still coming, the crowd slowly thickened but nothing was happening. Her tormentors had plenty of time and they were simply waiting for the greatest possible audience before they would begin with nailing her to the wood. The morning was cold and Mary shivered. She wanted to empty her bladder but she was not allowed to. She was simply ordered to stay here and to let the people watch her naked. She knew, she would piss herself when the nails would be driven into her flesh but she could do nothing. She tried to cover her genitals and nipples with bare palms but everything was in vain with the decades and hundreds of eager spectators crowded around. She heard their voices, harsh comments and laugh. And she heard some women talked especially aloud about this terrible cornu prepared to pierce her intime parts. They made bets if the executors would push its tip into her anus or vagina, and Mary were nearly fainting. Anyway, she was sure that this horrible instrument would pierce her genitals. Everything was precisely thought off especially to secure the deepest humiliation and the most terrific suffering to the condemned girl, the slave who dared to fall in love with another man than her owner.

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Andyman

Tribune
The old one and the young one

This morning begun with the bad luck: while searching the ruins of an old temple we met someone who killed one of our leggionnaires and ran away. But the rogue was unlucky too. There was no other way than the road through the hills with no frontiers and we didn't hear the horse hoofs only the cry of our soldier pushed with a knife. We could run with a good pace for miles, so we started immediately. Pursuing the murderer of our comrade we caught two women. They swore they met together few minutes before and they were alien to one another. But no one more could did it except one of them! The road was totally empty to the horizon. So, we asked them which one of them was guilty and they begun to argue and charge one another. We waited patiently for some ten minutes but finally they begun to fight and we had anough of them and their cries and curses. So, after a short discussion we decided to crucify both of them - they weren't Roman citizens and on the borderland we were allowed to decide by ourselves. Especially Aggeus was angry at them and voted for killing them both immediately, because he was the second man who entered the old temple together with the killed soldier, Thoma, so he could be killed himself if he entered it first!

So both women despite of their cries and pleas were nailed to the crosses on the top of the hill with the old patibula and stipes which we found there, and we hammered them opposite to one another and left them hanging face to face in order to allow these wretches to continue their argument if they wanted to.

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A week later we were slightly disgusted when we found the emptied purse of the late Thoma in the Aggeus' bag and Aggeus himself disappeared and we found that he simply ran away, and we realized that he must be the one who killed Thoma himself, so these two females were innocent. But we soon forgot the incident, focused on pursuing Aggeus. At least after a week nothing could be helped and they were surely dead. And even if they weren't, who cares for some Barbarian sluts?
 
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Gillian

Magistrate
Mary, kneeling next to her patibulum looked around with fear and despair. The people were still coming, the crowd slowly thickened but nothing was happening. Her tormentors had plenty of time and they were simply waiting for the greatest possible audience before they would begin with nailing her to the wood. The morning was cold and Mary shivered. She wanted to empty her bladder but she was not allowed to. She was simply ordered to stay here and to let the people watch her naked. She knew, she would piss herself when the nails would be driven into her flesh but she could do nothing. She tried to cover her genitals and nipples with bare palms but everything was in vain with the decades and hundreds of eager spectators crowded around. She heard their voices, harsh comments and laugh. And she heard some women talked especially aloud about this terrible cornu prepared to pierce her intime parts. They made bets if the executors would push its tip into her anus or vagina, and Mary were nearly fainting. Anyway, she was sure that this horrible instrument would pierce her genitals. Everything was precisely thought off especially to secure the deepest humiliation and the most terrific suffering to the condemned girl, the slave who dared to fall in love with another man than her owner.

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Andyman

Tribune
In the small suburban inn three women met one day. They were women, so they begun to talk and the talk soon went to the politics, as usuall.

"Andreas? The city maior? He's a rogue...!", a young vestal dressed in the travelling cloak said with anger, "I have been told, he wanted to extend the wing of his palace so he destroyed the neighbouring temple and annected the sacred grounds! But the gods will punish him, you will see!"

The bartender nodded.

"And he collected two blank new taxes from all the inn-keepers this year! It will ruin my business! He shall die in pain, the damned thief!"

"You can be sure that one day he will wake up with a knife in his throat", murmured the butcher's wife, sitting in the corner with a mug of thin wine.

The fourth woman smiled but she didn't say anything because she was in a hurry, so she paid for a meal and got out waving her hand.

None of the three remaining suspected her. They forgot that the walls have ears and so they were surprised when ten minutes later the troop of the leggionnaires entered the inn.

"A conspiracy?", asked the officer with a smile, "Very well. The crosses on the hill are longing for fresh bodies. Come with me, all of you! The resistance will be futile."

"And I wish you a merry afternoon", added with a wide smile the fourth woman, who returned together with the soldiers to the inn, "I am sure you will not be bored!"

And she was damn right.

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