The Fate of a Goth Girl

[Praefectus Praetorio]

Yes, the strokes so far have been largely limited to the back, flanks, butt and delicate nether regions.

I'm trying to maintain a gentle approach

 

[twonines]

Yes, the strokes so far have been largely limited to the back, flanks, butt and delicate nether regions.

Point taken, this is brutal stuff , but PrPr has been relatively restrained in his description of the gory effects.

 

[Barbaria1]

Point taken, this is brutal stuff , but PrPr has been relatively restrained in his description of the gory effects.

Well, Goth Barb has to be healthy enough to be crucified. That’s more reason for exercising a measure of restraint

 

[Praefectus Praetorio]

capturing the brutality without going over the top.

Yes, the strokes so far have been largely limited to the back, flanks, butt and delicate nether regions.

Are you implying, Barb, that's it's time for the infamous "Flip?"

That’s smoke reason for exercising a measure of restraint

I am always cognizant of smoke reasons!

 

[montycrusto]

Well, Goth Barb has to be healthy enough to be crucified. That’s more reason for exercising a measure of restraint

“Go easy on her,” said the boss,
“We need her alive for the cross.”
Said the Gaul, “save your breath,
I won’t whip her to death.
Let’s nail the goth bitch quick as poss.”

 

[Praefectus Praetorio]

Well, Goth Barb has to be healthy enough to be crucified. That’s more reason for exercising a measure of restraint

“Go easy on her,” said the boss,
“We need her alive for the cross.”
Said the Gaul, “save your breath,
I won’t whip her to death.
Let’s nail the goth bitch quick as poss.”

I'm getting crucified in the morning!
Bang bang! The hammers gonna pound.
Pull out the flogger!
Let me have a whopper!
But get me to the cross on time!
I gotta be there in the mornin'
Scourged up and naked in me prime.
Men, come and fuck me;
Show how you'll suck me.
But get me to the cross on time!

 

[Barbaria1]

I'm getting crucified in the morning!
Bang bang! The hammers gonna pound.
Pull out the flogger!
Let me have a whopper!
But get me to the cross on time!
I gotta be there in the mornin'
Scourged up and naked in me prime.
Men, come and fuck me;
Show how you'll suck me.
But get me to the cross on time!

Roll over Lerner and Loewe

 

[Fossy]

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The way the scourge caresses the Goth Slut's body ... wow!

 

[Fossy]

How strong is Barbaria? How much more can she take?

Gaius Calixtus watched with mixed feelings as that last stroke landed between the girl’s spread legs. A nineteen-year veteran of the legions, he came from a military family. His forebears had served in the Army at least as far back as Emperor Gaius Aurelius Valerius Diocletianus (one hundred years earlier). His father served in the Gallic army under Caesar Julian at the great victory over the Alamanni at the Battle of Argentoratum (modern Strasbourg) in 357 CE. He was a Centurion in that army when the soldiers proclaimed Julian as Augustus (Emperor) in 360. With his father a loyal supporter of that last pagan Emperor (called Julian the Apostate), Gaius had inherited a skeptical eye toward Christianity and a practical commitment to the discipline and duty of the Army.
With such a background, the Centurion had no hesitation carving up an adversary on the battlefield or imposing the most rigorous military discipline in the camp. But this single, defenseless Goth girl seemed to be an ineffective rebellatrix (female rebel) against the Roman Empire, or even against that worthless filium spectabilis Praesidis (son of the admirable Governor). Calixtus was not known for his pity, but he felt some now for this girl as she was systematically tortured by his men.
Nevertheless, duty came first to Gaius, and he would follow his orders to the end.

Mogurix waited while the girl's agonized screams quieted to exhausted groans as she tried, unsuccessfully to bring her tied legs together. He saw with satisfaction blood begin to work its way down her legs. That one got through to the bitch, he thought. Drawing the whip back, he started his third powerful attack. This time, he directed the flagrum to the very middle of her back. The thunderous stroke drove the weighted thongs with such force that they drove Barb's body against the post forced and her breath out. The shock of this impact muted her cry. By the time the Optio was back in position, Barbaria was hanging almost limply from her chained arms on the top of the post.
The Centurion called for a pause and went to inspect the girl. He found her eyes lidded and her trembling lips muttering something unintelligible, probably Goth curses, he thought. He needed to take action before allowed the flogging to continue. Not from mercy, of course, but from the expectation that the criminal should be conscious during all of the suffering. He gestured to a soldier standing near, who, in response, grabbed a bucket nearby and approached the post.
Gaius stepped back, and the man dumped the contains, foul wastewater, heavily salted, over Barb. The effect was almost instantaneous. The salt burned deep in her cuts like hot brands and, as she gasped in pain, the malodorous water entered her nose and mouth. For a couple of minutes, the girl struggled at her bonds while choking and spitting out the taste. Gaius ambled back to his place. Turning again, he saw how much of the blood had been washed away. This left the numerous cuts and bruises more visible against her fair skin.

He saw with satisfaction blood begin to work its way down her legs. - Goth Slut is in danger of bleeding out ...
He needed to take action before allowed the flogging to continue - A wise move ...
... dumped the contains, foul wastewater, heavily salted, over Barb - A good choice of remedy

Excellent as always PrPr ...

 

[montycrusto]

I'm getting crucified in the morning!
Bang bang! The hammers gonna pound.
Pull out the flogger!
Let me have a whopper!
But get me to the cross on time!

It must be Eliza Tightlittle day again

 

[montycrusto]

Roll over Lerner and Loewe

you mean: "turn over in your graves"?

 

[Praefectus Praetorio]

you mean: "turn over in your graves"?

I believe Barb was conflating that classic expression with Chuck Berry's musical adaptation, "Roll over Beethoven."

 

[montycrusto]

I believe Barb was conflating that classic expression with Chuck Berry's musical adaptation, "Roll over Beethoven."

when people tell @Barbaria1 to roll over, they usually mean something else...

 

[Barbaria1]

when people tell @Barbaria1 to roll over, they usually mean something else...

 

[Praefectus Praetorio]

Fritigernus and his little group came up to the city walls of Narbo and the Portam Aquitaniam (Aquitania Gate – eastern gate of the city, through which the Via Aquitania headed out on its way to the Atlantic). The band of Goths, lightly armed and presenting an exotic sight, drew glances of both fear and hatred from the people moving in and out of the city. But all gave the fierce-looking Germans cum braccis (in trousers) a wide berth. The headman ignored the looks and asked the guard the way to the Governor’s palace. The lone soldier, who stood almost a foot short of Fritigernus, nervously pointed out the route.

The foul-smelling brine stung and burned terribly on Barb’s wounds and went into her nostrils and mouth causing her to gag. It all served to reawaken her to a hyper-alert state of mind, experiencing the deep, all-encompassing pain over the back of her body. Stroke after stroke of that horrible weapon was driving the young women mad with pain. Never had she imagined such agony was possible. And now the sting of the salt was a whole new level of torture.
Barb's blood loss, though appearing impressive, wasn’t really all that great yet and she was fully conscious. Desperate for relief, she pleaded for help from her patron goddess, Frauja. At this time for the Goths, the goddess was a cross between the old Norse deity and the Virgin Mary. Drawing on both the myths, Barb prayed for Frauja’s cloak of Falcon feathers to protect her ravaged back. She couldn’t imagine enduring even one more lash.

The Centurion nodded to his Optio, and Mogurix turned back to the Goth. Lumbering forward, picking up speed, he drew the whip back and then swung it in a wide arc to catch the girl's far flank. The leather thongs, the lead balls, and the sharp wires all crashed high on her right side, smashing into her ribs, armpit, and especially his true target, her breast. Cuts and bruises wounded the tender target. Barb’s tit-flesh, meant for pleasure in lovemaking, instead suffered inhuman cruelty. Reawakened by the saltwater, Barbaria gave out another strangled howl of torment.

Fritigernus knocked on the door of the Governor’s mansion. Shortly, the Promus answered, looking askance at the strangely dressed and groomed Goths. In response to the soft question of the leader, he responded that the Praeses was not at home. He was at the amphitheatrum (amphitheater) and wouldn’t return until late afternoon. After getting directions, Fritigernus thanked the man with great humility and led the band off toward the arena.

“Octo complebitus est (eight have been completed),” said the Centurion. “There shall be a short pause to rest and refresh the flagratores (floggers).
Soldiers brought large goblets of watered wine to the floggers and wiped them with towels, like professional fighters between rounds. Morgurix and Sextus laughingly exchanged compliments and boasts about their work. The guests sat back and enjoyed their cooled wine while making comments on the quality and effectiveness of the floggers. Even Tertius tentatively joined in the banter. On one or two occasions, he stole a glance at the girl slumped at the post, her back bruised and bleeding. Then he would wince and quickly look away.

After a few minutes, Calixtus called for attention.
“Domini. If we are to get the Goth to the harena at midday for her crucifixion, we must finish the flogging. Quinte. Procede cum quattuor plus (Quintus. Proceed with four more).”

The Decanus took the flagrum and dipped it in one of the buckets of brine that were stacked up. Then he took up position behind the Goth and measured his next charge.
Quintus took a deep breath and then sprang forward, twisting his body and arm away and then twisting back to drive the whip with full force into the girl’s back. Following the Optio’s example, the Decanus stretched his stroke out a bit so that the ends of the brine-soaked thongs curled around her left flank and tore at her side and even a little onto her belly. Tertius thought that the thud of the impact was sickening.

 

[Praefectus Praetorio]

A bit of background on the "Romans" in this story.

When we think of the Roman Empire, visions of brutal conquest, enslavement, tyrannical Emperors, and rule by intimidation (such as the always popular flagellation and crucifixion) come to mind. And, indeed all of these happened. But, if we focus on just these, we miss a truly remarkable development in government and nationality that first occurred under Roman rule.

Roman citizenship was a legal concept carrying significant rights. Originally this was reserved for the Romans who lived in Rome and the nearby countryside. Soon, growth forced the granting of “Latin Rights,” a kind of junior citizenship, to the inhabitants of Latium, the region immediately surrounding Rome. In the 90s BC, there were the “Social Wars," in which Rome’s allies in Italy (social came from socii or allies) revolted and to end the conflict, Rome passed the Lex Iulia de Civitate Latinis Danda in 90 BC, granted the rights of the civitas Romanum to all allied states in Italy except the Gauls in Northern Italy.

After this, the granting of citizenship was used as a way to bind new conquests to Rome. It was a powerful boast of the Apostle Paul when he said to the Roman officer who was about to have him flogged, "Civis romanus sum (I am a Roman citizen)."

In the early 2nd century BC, the Porcian Laws guaranteed a citizen the right to appear before a proper court and to defend oneself, the right to appeal from the decisions of magistrates and to appeal the lower court decisions; they could not be tortured or whipped and could commute sentences of death to voluntary exile unless found guilty of treason. If accused of treason, a Roman citizen had the right to be tried in Rome, and even if sentenced to death, no Roman citizen could be sentenced to die on the cross.

In 212 AD, the Edict of Caracalla (officially the Constitutio Antoniniana) declared that all free men in the Roman Empire were to be given full Roman citizenship and all free women in the Empire were given the same rights as Roman women.

It is perhaps difficult for us today to understand the depth of this change in policy. Previous concepts of ethnicity and nationality would never have conceived of such a thing.

In 383 AD, in our story, virtually everyone but slaves and the newly arrived Goths were Roman citizens and felt a part of the Roman Empire. While I have identified some ethnic backgrounds to help your understanding of the characters, they all (with the mentioned exceptions) would have regarded themselves as Romans, citizens of that ancient city, and of the sprawling Empire that ringed the entire Mediterranean.

 

[montycrusto]

A bit of background on the "Romans" in this story.

When we think of the Roman Empire, visions of brutal conquest, enslavement, tyrannical Emperors, and rule by intimidation (such as the always popular flagellation and crucifixion) come to mind. And, indeed all of these happened. But, if we focus on just these, we miss a truly remarkable development in government and nationality that first occurred under Roman rule.

Roman citizenship was a legal concept carrying significant rights. Originally this was reserved for the Romans who lived in Rome and the nearby countryside. Soon, growth forced the granting of “Latin Rights,” a kind of junior citizenship, to the inhabitants of Latium, the region immediately surrounding Rome. In the 90s BC, there were the “Social Wars," in which Rome’s allies in Italy (social came from socii or allies) revolted and to end the conflict, Rome passed the Lex Iulia de Civitate Latinis Danda in 90 BC, granted the rights of the civitas Romanum to all allied states in Italy except the Gauls in Northern Italy.

After this, the granting of citizenship was used as a way to bind new conquests to Rome. It was a powerful boast of the Apostle Paul when he said to the Roman officer who was about to have him flogged, "Civis romanus sum (I am a Roman citizen)."

In the early 2nd century BC, the Porcian Laws guaranteed a citizen the right to appear before a proper court and to defend oneself, the right to appeal from the decisions of magistrates and to appeal the lower court decisions; they could not be tortured or whipped and could commute sentences of death to voluntary exile unless found guilty of treason. If accused of treason, a Roman citizen had the right to be tried in Rome, and even if sentenced to death, no Roman citizen could be sentenced to die on the cross.

In 212 AD, the Edict of Caracalla (officially the Constitutio Antoniniana) declared that all free men in the Roman Empire were to be given full Roman citizenship and all free women in the Empire were given the same rights as Roman women.

It is perhaps difficult for us today to understand the depth of this change in policy. Previous concepts of ethnicity and nationality would never have conceived of such a thing.

In 383 AD, in our story, virtually everyone but slaves and the newly arrived Goths were Roman citizens and felt a part of the Roman Empire. While I have identified some ethnic backgrounds to help your understanding of the characters, they all (with the mentioned exceptions) would have regarded themselves as Romans, citizens of that ancient city, and of the sprawling Empire that ringed the entire Mediterranean.

“All right, but apart from the sanitation, the medicine, education, wine, public order, irrigation, roads, a fresh water system, and public health, what have the Romans ever done for us?”

 

[montycrusto]

Limericks keeping pace with the story..
https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/limericks.6708/post-604132

 

[Praefectus Praetorio]

The Praeses finished his consultation with the fawning procurator with much relief. The need to keep the nervous man from hysterics as well as trying to cut through the effusive compliments could be exhausting, he thought.
They had agreed that Uindos would send his men to bring some portable chairs from the warehouse. About one hundred would fit around the circle before the prima cavea (first enclosure, the first row of seats reserved for the upper crust of the city) at the edge of the arena (central show area). They would also allow standing room in the portico (colonnaded aisle above the cavea ultima, the last seating row, where women were allowed) and in the vomitoriis (places for spewing forth, the arched entrances designed to allow rapid dispersal of large crowds).
Between these two measures, the capacity was raised to close to 700, which seemed to be adequate.

Quintus completed his remaining three strokes, each one driving new, unbearable pain into the girl's body. Looking for fresh flesh on his last opportunity, the Decanus directed his last stroke out to wrap around her side. The vicious ends pounded her flank and her belly almost to her navel before dragging back and leaving more stinging cuts.
When he finished, he turned and received admiring applause from the onlookers. Quintus handed the flagrum to the Optio with an acknowledging bow.
Calixtus went up to his second-in-command and whispered some words in his ear. The huge Gaul looked at him with disappointment. The Centurion whispered some more, and the Optio smiled and nodded.

The previous rowdiness of the onlookers had faded to a fixed concentration on this beautiful, sexy woman and the terrible punishment being inflicted. Galerius had fallen silent and just stared, open-mouthed at the brutal spectacle. Old Tertius still peered through his fingers, afraid to fully see the brutal destruction. Even the stoic, unconcerned Claudius seemed to wince slightly at each devastating stroke.
Barbaria’s knees had buckled, and she hung against the heavy post suspended from her chained arms, whispering, as in prayer, “Ni þanaseiþs, Frauja. Ni þanaseiþs. Ni þanaseiþs magan! (No more, Freyja. No more! I can’t [take] more).”

Mogurix Acaunissa took his stance twelve feet behind the post. The onlookers were again struck by the contrast between the Gallic giant and the small woman chained to the post. They could see his fingers moving on the handle of the flagri, seeming to caress it, almost stroking it to arousal. He turned to Calixtus and gave a knowing nod.

The Centurion nodded back and said, “Mogure. Procede cum quattuor plagas ultimas (Proceed with the final four lashes)!”
The Optio began his lumbering charge, gaining momentum and drawing back his arm and shoulder to sweep forward with another brutal blow for the Goth girl.

 

[Barbaria1]

The onlookers were again struck by the contrast between the Gallic giant and the small woman chained to the post. They could see his fingers moving on the handle of the flagri, seeming to caress it, almost stroking it to arousal.

Nice, terrifyingly ominous, descriptive touch.