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Some Sketches
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Aedile
Governor
“What do you think, lad? Not bad for your first day on execution duty. These ladies put on a good show, didn’t they? Especially the angry one. Gods, I love it when they think they can fight the cross!”
“So…what do we do with them? The bodies?”
“Leave ‘em. The cart will be around at sundown to take the day’s collection. We still have a couple more hours.”
“No, I mean…should we cover them? Or…um…close their legs?”
“Ha! The innocence of youth! No, lad, crucifixion is an eternal punishment. These whores get no decency ever again. As a matter of fact, open the angry one’s legs wider. She said such terrible things about my mother. She’s probably complaining to the boatman as we speak!”
Andyman
Senator
The chief of the untrustworthy small tribe was forced to send us ten hostages before we start the negotiations in our town hall. However he was a cunning rogue and he sent us the women only, wanting to preserve all strength of his men. So, ten middle aged women, the wives and mothers of the warriors, arrived in the morning and half an hour later the chief with the strong group of his men entered the gates. And the negotiations were short. He attacked us cowardly hoping to capture our town. But we have enough men and he was defeated and killed with all his warriors. So, there was no survivors to be executed to pleased Ares and Aphrodite, our patron gods, so the hostages were executed instead, though they begged us to spare their lives, or at least to kill them quickly. We nailed all of them bare naked to the crosses around the wall, and their cries, sobs and shouts were filling the air for two days before finally they died, after one another, and their nude bodies were devoured by the stray dogs and wolves together with the corpses of their husbands and sons.
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Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
It is a good measure to execute them afterwards! First of all, don't let anyone mess with you like that, particularly when before, you were prepared to negociate! Secondly, they were sent as hostages as a guarantee for a truce, the tribal chief himself broke, forfeiting the trust you had given him on the occasion. That's a sound reason to execute hostages! Their facial looks make clear that they are not up there for their pleasure, but who care, they serve as an exemple!
poem21045
Tribunus Plebis
You've broken into a whole new sub-genre, Andy. Very poignantly, also.
Andyman
Senator
Urania, age of forty six, suffered an extremely humiliating death. She was crucified in the crossroads near the city during the holiday, so all the population went to see her humiliated and tormented. Until she finally died after 40 hours of the horrible agony, she broke the popularity record, being watched naked by over twenty four thousand people in total.
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Not bad for a 46 years old to break the record! To the pleasure of the vendors of food and drink of course, who had record breaking sales!
mp5stab
Hair and Nails
Funny thing is, Guinness only started the World Record keeping so that they could settle bar trivia disputes. It's like Michelin, the tire company becoming the standard for culinary excellence because they only wanted to sell more tires by creating guides of where all of the best restaurants that were "worth a stop, worth a detour, or worth a trip".
Andyman
Senator
The agony of Margaret
Margaret shivered when the executors removed her chlamys leaving her bare naked. Not due to the morning dew, because the sun was shining and despite of the time - and it was four o'clock a.m. - the temperature was pretty moderate. Nor due to the shame, though she was ashamed as hell, but for the moment there was not a single spectator on the hill, save two young soldiers who were preparing her for the torture, and they weren't interested in the much older and not especially attractive woman. She shivered with fear: she shivered, seeing the bunch of a five-inch-long nails, ready to be hammered into her flesh.
The soldiers treated her exactly the way she expected: as a worthless animal to be slaughtered. They grabbed her hands and forced her to lie down on the cross. They pushed the tips of nails against her wrists and lifted two heavy hammers up. The first strokes of hammers made Margaret cry wildly and try to break free but the metal rods were just fixing her hands to the wood. Then, pressing her feet against one another, they positioned the third nail. Soon one more iron rod pierced her feet and she farted and pissed herself.
The soldiers finished, stood up and of them kicked her ass while the other spat on her face and on her vulva. Then they lifted the cross, letting the nailed woman to hang on her wounds. She weeped and the tears of pain flowed down her cheeks.
When hanged vertical, she was simply left here. Both men looked up on the crucified, tormented and exposed, spatting on her once again, and marched to the city, leaving the dying woman solitary. She cried in pain and tried her best to keep the palpitating muscles of her legs in order but all in vain. The pain was overhelming and disabling. She felt she wasn't able to bear such pain any longer. She cried for quick death, but the gods were silent and didn't answer the cursed whore. And she understood that it was a stupid wish of a stupid woman only: she knew she must be dying many long hours till the final death.
And she was left for a while only. Because ten minutes later the four armed soldiers appeared on the same road, and the crowd of citizens followed them. Soon the hundreds of eyes begun to watch the naked woman, and hundreds of mouths laughed at her and mock her. People played throwing the curses and small stones at the victim, dying in the utmost torment and humiliation.
Minute after minute and hour after hour she became weaker and more exhausted, until finally at the sunset, when all the citizens disappeared and the soldiers made a campfire and sat around, she croaked with a weak voice and hanged motionless. Then one of the soldiers pushed the red hot, flaming branch into her vagina to check if she was really died, but then she cried aloud and painful, lifting her body up in enormous pain. So they sat down again and waited.
It took two more hours for the victim to die properly. Just before the midnight the soldier once again pushed the burning branch between the legs of the crucified and into her anus. And this time she didn't make any move nor emit any voice. The soldiers smiled, satisfied: at least they could go home.
The agony of Margaret ended.
Margaret shivered when the executors removed her chlamys leaving her bare naked. Not due to the morning dew, because the sun was shining and despite of the time - and it was four o'clock a.m. - the temperature was pretty moderate. Nor due to the shame, though she was ashamed as hell, but for the moment there was not a single spectator on the hill, save two young soldiers who were preparing her for the torture, and they weren't interested in the much older and not especially attractive woman. She shivered with fear: she shivered, seeing the bunch of a five-inch-long nails, ready to be hammered into her flesh.
The soldiers treated her exactly the way she expected: as a worthless animal to be slaughtered. They grabbed her hands and forced her to lie down on the cross. They pushed the tips of nails against her wrists and lifted two heavy hammers up. The first strokes of hammers made Margaret cry wildly and try to break free but the metal rods were just fixing her hands to the wood. Then, pressing her feet against one another, they positioned the third nail. Soon one more iron rod pierced her feet and she farted and pissed herself.
The soldiers finished, stood up and of them kicked her ass while the other spat on her face and on her vulva. Then they lifted the cross, letting the nailed woman to hang on her wounds. She weeped and the tears of pain flowed down her cheeks.
When hanged vertical, she was simply left here. Both men looked up on the crucified, tormented and exposed, spatting on her once again, and marched to the city, leaving the dying woman solitary. She cried in pain and tried her best to keep the palpitating muscles of her legs in order but all in vain. The pain was overhelming and disabling. She felt she wasn't able to bear such pain any longer. She cried for quick death, but the gods were silent and didn't answer the cursed whore. And she understood that it was a stupid wish of a stupid woman only: she knew she must be dying many long hours till the final death.
And she was left for a while only. Because ten minutes later the four armed soldiers appeared on the same road, and the crowd of citizens followed them. Soon the hundreds of eyes begun to watch the naked woman, and hundreds of mouths laughed at her and mock her. People played throwing the curses and small stones at the victim, dying in the utmost torment and humiliation.
Minute after minute and hour after hour she became weaker and more exhausted, until finally at the sunset, when all the citizens disappeared and the soldiers made a campfire and sat around, she croaked with a weak voice and hanged motionless. Then one of the soldiers pushed the red hot, flaming branch into her vagina to check if she was really died, but then she cried aloud and painful, lifting her body up in enormous pain. So they sat down again and waited.
It took two more hours for the victim to die properly. Just before the midnight the soldier once again pushed the burning branch between the legs of the crucified and into her anus. And this time she didn't make any move nor emit any voice. The soldiers smiled, satisfied: at least they could go home.
The agony of Margaret ended.
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Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
The soldiers have been so kind to nail Margaret first, early in the morning (they had to get up early too), before bringing the onlookers. Allowing the crowd to her nailing, would have been an extra humiliation.
Pic 8 is brilliant! Spitting on her tormentor is all she can do...