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Andyman
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Students from our villa toying with their teacher, crucified after their denunciation, perhaps a false one. She was an educated Greek slave, and she was teaching them for a year or so, but they didn't love one another. They never obeyed her commands - they are not children! - and finally after she threatened that she would complain at them they decided to make the first move. So they composed a story and they told the authorities that the teacher tried to seduce one of the students. Perhaps they wanted her to be whipped, but the reach Roman legate decided to buy a new teacher so to the surprise of the big-breasted Greek slavewoman as well as her students' delight, she was nailed in minutes and they are allowed to watch her splendid body instead of learning Greek. What a wonderful day!
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"Unexpected death sentence"??? Who trained them?!?!?!
Andyman
Senator
So, I am standing on the hill and watching Gilda the bartender ready to be crucified for the complicity in theft. She was accused and sentenced as a receiver of stolen goods. She swore she was innocent, but they found full bags of silver tableware, freshly stolen from the Rufus villa, hidden in her inn, and no man nor god could save her - Rufus was terribly wealthy and famous for his love of gold (and silver) and he never forgave anyone guilty with depleting his property. And Gilda was recognized as a guilty one. I am deeply impressed with the suffering of a poor woman, but I can't do anything to save her. In fact she is innocent. I know, because I stole the Rufus silver and I hid my bags in her inn (which is absolutely random hiding - the first house I was able to find) being chased by Rufus servants, and thus I happily ran away and avoided being accused myself, but they found my bags and I lost my prey. Well, it's nothing comparing to the fate of Gilda, who lost her inn and all her property, her clothes, her dignity and finally will lose her life. But of course I cannot tell the lawyer: "She is innocent because I am guilty". Then they will crucify me but for sure they wouldn't spare her and she will die on the cross as well, so I decided to do nothing but stand and watch her being executed. Poor girl.
Andyman
Senator
264 BC. The last Etruscan cities were incorporated into the Roman Empire. Their citizens became Roman slaves. And the wife of the last ruler of the defeated Etruscan tribe, hammered to the patibulum and fucked by the legionnaires, witnessed by the Emperor and his court, awaits being hanged on the high cross, painted white and decorated with flowers and ribbons, and surrounded by girls dancing and clapping their hands. Enjoy yourself!
Andyman
Senator
When the last of the Christian disciples in our town was caught and examined by the procutator, she asked him to be punished in the same style as her Master and Lord, Joshua ben Joseph from Nazareth. The standard procedure covered burning alive so the procurator was amused and he tried to persuade the proud matron that being burned at the stake would be much quicker and less humiliating, but she was as stubborn as a donkey and finally he signed the sentence and let the stupid Christian to be nailed. And after six hours of hanging on the wood, stripped naked, whipped and with pierced wrists and feet she realised that it was a very bad idea, and she begun to beg the soldiers to pierce her heart with a spear, as her Master and Lord heart was pierced after three hours of His agony, but they only laughed at her and informed her that she must die by herself and that assuming the pretty weather and her strong body, it would probably take some five or six days and nights. And then she realized that it was a very, very, really very bad idea.
Andyman
Senator
After the Roman victory over the Carthago during the Punic wars all the former elites of the African superpower were forced to bow to their new lords, join the Roman order of world and they were chased if they tried to run off. Barbara, a light-skinned and light-haired youngster, daughter of one of the former Carthaginian aristocrats, was an unlucky one. She never succeed in crossing of the southern desert. Instead, she was allowed to watch the edge of Sahara for few days from her wooden viewpoint, a solid structure, however far from being comfortable.
Appears that refusing to bow and attempting to flee across the desert were bad choices. My ancestors were no better than I am when it comes to formulating a fool proof plan.
Andyman
Senator
The self-proclaimed kings were always the biggest pain in ass for the Roman authorities in the Jewish countries. After a dozen of uprisings, each of them led by one of these crazy fools, the mere suspicion was enough for them to imprison the dangerous individuals and interrogate them thoroughly. This time it happened not in a Iudea but in Gallia, and the procurator's people doubted in the guilt of the three women, caught in act while talked about the restoration of a Gaelic laws in Gallia Cisalpina, but to their surprise their leader confirmed that she is really a noble. In order to avoid any problems the procurator ordered all the three surprised, crushed and terrified females to be immediately executed, and with no slightest respect to their feminity nor nobility they were crucified like common slaves or criminals.
Andyman
Senator
Daria laid down and for the last time looked at Marcus, her husband, watching her execution. She wanted to ask him for mercy but when she saw his hateful gaze she realised it would be in vain. He looked at her with satisfaction and delight, and he smiled and laughed merrily when he noticed her fear when one of his black slaves begun to undress looking at his former "lady master" with lust performing Marcus' order.
Andyman
Senator
The traitor finally was detected and arrested. He has been escorted to the City of Rome to be judged and sentenced by the ceasar. The informer should be rewarded but the little problem emerged. The traitor was denounced by Mariah, his slave maid, but the authorities weren't sure if she wasn't involved into his deeds. She brought some of his letters as an evidence but the further investigation showed that she was the only person in a household who knew how to find a secret box with the master's correspondence and moreover she was his only slave able to read (she couldnot deny because she brought the proper letters to the court!). And the other slave owners weren't happy with the idea of glorifying a slave who helped to get rid of her master. It could encourage their own slaves to rummage around and to seek for their secrets! So, the praefectus (who was in private one of the biggest slaves owner himself) couldn't deny their opinion. And when Mariah went to his office two days after her master was arrested in order to get her reward, she was immediately executed. They cut out her tongue to secure their secrets would be kept and crucified the surprised and terrified woman with a peg in her anus to multiply and prolong her torment, thus reversing the lesson for other slaves. Five days of the horrific suffering would not be easily forgotten by the men and women watching the wretched victim and hearing her painful shouts, babbling and weeeping!
Andyman
Senator
64 CE, after the great fire burned the three of the Rome districts to the ground. Persecutions of the Christians, who were supposedly responsible for the arson, soon begun. The legal punishment for the incendiaries was burning alive but after the fire the wood was required for the building works so the fuel became expensive, while the crosses could be reused, many times.
Here you can see the first group of women ordered by Nero to be crucified instead of burned at the stake for professing the new religion. Roman citizen together with barbarians, young and old, noble patricians, poor villagers and slaves, dying together hanged in the nude on the trees of ultimate shame.
No mercy for the enemies of the mankind!
Here you can see the first group of women ordered by Nero to be crucified instead of burned at the stake for professing the new religion. Roman citizen together with barbarians, young and old, noble patricians, poor villagers and slaves, dying together hanged in the nude on the trees of ultimate shame.
No mercy for the enemies of the mankind!
Andyman is getting more inventive each day with his backstories and art. Love it
Andyman
Senator
Beata was secured with nails hammered carefully to bypass her veins and bones but precisely and mercilessly to pierce her nerves and she lied motionless awaiting being lifted up. Her heart was pounding, ringing outbthe bells, and she felt half-conscious and in the same time mad with fear and pain. Her wounded wrists and feet and the whole skin became oversensitive. She even felt the gazes of the soldiers and spectators on her naked body with shamelessly outstrerched legs, dying with utmost shame and in the same time aroused as she never had been before. She felt she MUST do something but she couldnot do anything at all but lying and expressing all these mighty and contradictory feelings.
Beata sighed and inhaled a gulp of air deep into her lungs, lifting her breasts up and feeling her labia become wet with mucus and involuntarily streamlet of urine.
She was on the verge of ecstasy, madness and death.
Beata sighed and inhaled a gulp of air deep into her lungs, lifting her breasts up and feeling her labia become wet with mucus and involuntarily streamlet of urine.
She was on the verge of ecstasy, madness and death.
Andyman
Senator
Viola, a slave girl from the household of the Laetitia Marina, late senator's widow, ran away with the slave boy she fell in love with. They were not aware they were pursued. The first night spent with her darling in the freedom was their last one as well. They were caught in act just after the coitus. Her accomplice was killed trying to defend them with a knife and she was beaten down, tied with ropes and brought to her master. The servants didn't even bother to get the naked girl dressed - she was for sure going to die on the cross. And that was so. Two days of the terribble struggle exhausted and killed the young woman. Now only the flocks of flies are interested in her naked dead body and surround her cross with a thick cloud.
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Juan1234
Guest
Love the detail of this one, Andy!
crassuswild
Magistrate
brilliant
Andyman
Senator
It was beautiful sunny day, and I would be perfectly happy with being undressed and with the warm beams of sunlight caressing my naked skin, if the citizens hadn't been crowded around me, eager to see my nudity, and hadn't my nudity be forced. But now I was no longer citizen myself, but a condemned criminal, deprived with all my possession, including the last piece of clothing. And the only fate I could expect was being nailed to the wood of shame and pain. So I felt extremely gruesome, unhappy, ashamed and downed, and my face was red and terrified, to the contrast with their delighted, smiling faces.
As I was presented to the crowd, naked and ashamed, my parents approached me. My mother cursed me and my father spat at my feet. And then the soldiers grabbed me tightly and threw me to the ground, stretching my arms over the beam, reading the death sentence in the meanwhile. And then I felt the terrible pain of the nails being hammered, and I started convulsing, trying to break free, kicking my legs and screaming.
When I was nailed, two of them raped me applauded with the excited crowd, and I almost died of shame. And then they pulled up on the cross and lifted up, despite the overwhelming suffering I remained conscious. Looking around I realized that the crowd around my cross already numbered hundreds of people, most of whom I knew by sight, but there were also many of my close friends and relatives, and my parents stood in front of me and looked at me sternly, fully approving the enormity of the suffering inflicted on me.
At that time, the last nail was hammered into my feet and my long, painful agony began.
The hours of my torment passed slowly, people came and went, tired of the heat they went to rest in the shade, tired of hunger they went to eat, and those whose legs ached from standing went to sit down, only I still had to endure all these sufferings, in addition to the pain in the pierced limbs and the horrible shame of nudity.
Late in the afternoon the prefect of the city - the man who sentenced me to death on the cross in the morning - came to see me. He was pleased to see me tormented but when he walked around my cross he noticed that I had not been scourged, which was true, because the women condemned to the cross were not scourged. However, he instructed his soldiers to have me flogged now, since it had not been done earlier. He himself stood in front of me and, along with the crowd of onlookers, laughed at my jumps and jerks as heavy rough leather whips cut my skin on my shoulders, back, buttocks and thighs, then left me twice as painful and mutilated as before, and in addition I pissed myself in pain. During this extra torture, I almost lost my mind. My only dream was to die as soon as possible. Unfortunately, the dream of my torturers was exactly the opposite, so I could not count on their pity. Such a word did not exist in their vocabulary.
However finally it turned out that they were unable to prolong my torment as they wanted. The scourging caused too much shock to me and in the midnight I felt I was unable to lift my mutilated, blood-covered body on my pierced feet and wrists again. The longed-for death finally came and I greeted her with open arms and outstretched legs...
As I was presented to the crowd, naked and ashamed, my parents approached me. My mother cursed me and my father spat at my feet. And then the soldiers grabbed me tightly and threw me to the ground, stretching my arms over the beam, reading the death sentence in the meanwhile. And then I felt the terrible pain of the nails being hammered, and I started convulsing, trying to break free, kicking my legs and screaming.
When I was nailed, two of them raped me applauded with the excited crowd, and I almost died of shame. And then they pulled up on the cross and lifted up, despite the overwhelming suffering I remained conscious. Looking around I realized that the crowd around my cross already numbered hundreds of people, most of whom I knew by sight, but there were also many of my close friends and relatives, and my parents stood in front of me and looked at me sternly, fully approving the enormity of the suffering inflicted on me.
At that time, the last nail was hammered into my feet and my long, painful agony began.
The hours of my torment passed slowly, people came and went, tired of the heat they went to rest in the shade, tired of hunger they went to eat, and those whose legs ached from standing went to sit down, only I still had to endure all these sufferings, in addition to the pain in the pierced limbs and the horrible shame of nudity.
Late in the afternoon the prefect of the city - the man who sentenced me to death on the cross in the morning - came to see me. He was pleased to see me tormented but when he walked around my cross he noticed that I had not been scourged, which was true, because the women condemned to the cross were not scourged. However, he instructed his soldiers to have me flogged now, since it had not been done earlier. He himself stood in front of me and, along with the crowd of onlookers, laughed at my jumps and jerks as heavy rough leather whips cut my skin on my shoulders, back, buttocks and thighs, then left me twice as painful and mutilated as before, and in addition I pissed myself in pain. During this extra torture, I almost lost my mind. My only dream was to die as soon as possible. Unfortunately, the dream of my torturers was exactly the opposite, so I could not count on their pity. Such a word did not exist in their vocabulary.
However finally it turned out that they were unable to prolong my torment as they wanted. The scourging caused too much shock to me and in the midnight I felt I was unable to lift my mutilated, blood-covered body on my pierced feet and wrists again. The longed-for death finally came and I greeted her with open arms and outstretched legs...
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