The Fate of a Goth Girl

[Praefectus Praetorio]

Nice, terrifyingly ominous, descriptive touch.

I thought it was. Thanks.

 

[twonines]

Another fine episode, PrPr, as usual, obtaining every last ounce of brutal eroticism from the Goth girl`s misfortune.

 

[Fossy]

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.

Deliciously, provocatively, sensuously brutal ... will her tribe of barbarian Goth's appear riding over the horizon at some point? They're going to need to arrive in short order that's for sure! Great narrative once more PrPr

 

[settantuno]

waiting for the sentence .... of PrPr

 

[Loinclothslave]

waiting for the sentence .... of PrPr

I’m so glad there’s an artist who can see the beauty in the brutality like I can. Thank you!

 

[montycrusto]

see the beauty in the brutality

Exactly. That’s what we’re here for! Great work @settantuno
And @Praefectus Praetorio

 

[Fossy]

waiting for the sentence .... of PrPr

A wonderful scourging!

 

[Praefectus Praetorio]

Barbaria’s whole body shook with fear as she saw the angry giant head toward her, swinging the vicious whip. Even before it struck, she screamed and closed her eyes like a little girl, hoping that doing so would shut the evil out. However, this evil was all too real, and, no matter how hard she wished or prayed or shut her eyes, the torture would continue.
This stroke landed on the pert, rounded cheeks of Barbaria’s exposed ass. As the thongs dug into the tender flesh, the girl emitted a pitiful cry of agony. However, some of the onlookers were puzzled to think that they observed a slight reduction of the force behind the blow. Was this Gallic superman tiring? It didn’t seem possible. From the new cuts and bruises decorating the Goth’s sweet ass, it was obvious that substantial damage was done.
Nevertheless, after Mogurix’s next effort landed square across her shoulders, it was clear that he had reduced the impact of the blow. Noone thought that the stroke was without pain. It was clear that the lead balls and protruding wire ends inflicted terrible new bruises and cuts on the girl’s already damaged flesh. She was screaming in as much pain and her body seemed to dance as lasciviously as before when she reacted to each new blow of the cutting weapon. But it was just not quite as destructive as his earlier efforts.
While Mogurix might have somewhat reduced the strength of his blows, he was still causing intense pain. For his third, he stretched out and landed the flagrum at the level of her waist and allowed the thongs to wrap fully around and attack the tender and yet unmarked flesh of her right tummy. The slavegirl released a long high wail of pain. When the cry ran out of energy, she hung from the post, sweat-covered, trembling, her legs wide and buckled.
The Optio took his time preparing for his last stroke. When he was ready, he got a broad grin and began his approach. The audience quickly realized that he was bringing in another low swing and held their breath in anticipation. As he came alongside, he swept the vicious whip up between her legs. This time he brought it in closer. The ends of the thongs tormented not only her thighs and pussy, but partway up her lower belly. Again, the force of the blow lifted her body. Barb’s response wasn’t so much a cry as a low groan of deeply penetrating agony and a twisting dance of pain as she futilely attempted to close her legs to protect her tortured sex.

Calixtus announced “ Flagellatio completa est (the Flogging is complete). We shall prepare the girl for her march to the cross.”

Piso stood. “I think we all are indebted to the Centurionem and his fine milites for an excellent administration of justice.” All applauded. “The Praeses has invited us to be his guests in the Imperial box. I suggest we leave now so that we can partake of the refreshments and be comfortable when the slavegirl arrives for her execution.”
The civilians stood and began to move toward the gate. Looking back, they saw the soldiers had released Barbaria’s chains and she immediately collapsed on the ground, hugging her crotch. Tertius Aemilius shook his head and muttered, “Cara mea infelix puella. (My beloved, unfortunate girl)!”

Gaius Antonious was munching on a particularly tasty bite of *Porcellum Assum Tractomelinum (Roast Suckling Pig Stuffed with Tracta and Honey) and joking with one of his retinue when he saw the Tesserarius enter the box and stand at the side, waiting to be recognized. Fine man, Gaius thought. Wish I could remember his name. “What is it Tesserarius?”
“I beg your pardon for interrupting, your excellency, but there is a band of Goths at the gate, begging an audience with you.”



**Recipe. Sorry, I only have the Latin version: Porcellum curatum a guttere exenteras, siccas. Teres piperis unciam, mel, vinum,impones ut ferveat, tractam siccatam confringes et partibus cacabo permisces. Agitabis surculo laura viridis, tam diu coques, donec levis fiat et impinguet. Hac impensa porcellum imples, surculas, obduras charta, in furnum mittes, exornas et inferes.

 

[twonines]

A brilliant description of a brutal scourging, you`ve managed to to convey all the pain and horror without being excessive.

 

[Loinclothslave]

So the Optio was being merciful when he scourged her for a second time with his dreaded underhand blow? Surely the slave is grateful to be permitted to live for her crucifixion? Naturally she wants to feel the nails?

His tender mercies have allowed her this privilege! Lucky Barb, barbed by the barbed whip.

 

[montycrusto]

Porcellum curatum a guttere exenteras, siccas

I see what you did there. Right after Barb’s own “porcellum” felt the scourge, you give us a recipe featuring the same word! You can’t smuggle Latin double-entendres past me!! Porcelain is so named because of its resemblance to cowrie shells (I believe), which are in turn named after that tight little part of the female anatomy which Barbaria has got her hands clenched around , known as “little piggy “ for obvious reasons..

Fine writing @Praefectus Praetorio , this story is a feast!

 

[Fossy]

but there is a band of Goths at the gate, begging an audience with you ... How very considered and how utterly Un-Germanic! I was expecting a full on frontal assault and a battering ram at the gate as a minimum! Tough luck Barb, looks like your countrymen are planning on asking your nasty captors nicely if they would possibly, maybe, at some point consider letting you go ...

 

[montycrusto]

The Visigoths were famous for their politeness; they only sacked Rome by accident, when a sightseeing trip got out of hand

 

[Praefectus Praetorio]

but there is a band of Goths at the gate, begging an audience with you ... How very considered and how utterly Un-Germanic! I was expecting a full on frontal assault and a battering ram at the gate as a minimum! Tough luck Barb, looks like your countrymen are planning on asking your nasty captors nicely if they would possibly, maybe, at some point consider letting you go ...

The Visigoths were famous for their politeness; they only sacked Rome by accident, when a sightseeing trip got out of hand

Quit reading ahead!

 

[Eulalia]

Porcellum curatum a guttere exenteras, siccas. Teres piperis unciam, mel, vinum,impones ut ferveat, tractam siccatam confringes et partibus cacabo permisces. Agitabis surculo laura viridis, tam diu coques, donec levis fiat et impinguet. Hac impensa porcellum imples, surculas, obduras charta, in furnum mittes, exornas et inferes.

Clean out the entrails of a suckling pig, dry it. Crush one ounce of pepper with honey and wine. Put this over the heat to boil. Break dry bread into portions and mix them with the sauce in the pan, stirring with a sprig of fresh bay-laurel while it's cooking until the paste is soft and sticky. Fill the piglet with this stuffing, wrap it around with papyrus, place it in the oven. Garnish it and serve.

 

[Praefectus Praetorio]

Gaius Calixtus went and stood by his Optio, looking down on the groaning girl.
“Thank you for holding back your last few, amice.”
“You were quite right to ask, Centurio. I was letting my hatred of the German whore carry me away. Once you reminded me, I realized that I would rather see her do an extended dance in agony on the cross than die before we got her there.”
“And, the Quaestor passed on the request of the Praesidis that the girl still remain in one piece when she gets to the harena.”
“She shall be. You two,” he called to two of the soldiers standing by gazing in awe at the tortured girl. “Stop gawking and go get a patibulum and leather bindings. Get the light one, CX librae (eighty pounds). And you,” pointing to another man, “grab that bucket and wash the bitch down. She needs to be presentable before we take her out in public.”

“Goths?” asked the governor, in a high voice, almost choking on a piece of pig. “How many are there? Are they armed? Are they hostile?”
"Septem, Praeses, and they only carry a few personal arms like knives, no shields or spears. I met the leader at his village early today. He seems a wise and peaceful man. He is very polite and soft-spoken. He asked, most respectfully, if he may see you to present some gifts and beg a favor.”
“Gifts, aye? Bring them around to the private entrance to my atrium. But only allow the leader and two others. You attend with your group of soldiers."
“Yes, Praeses,” said Sixtus, saluting and then turning on his heel.
Behind the Imperial box was a large atrium (reception room) for entertaining guests of the governor. Twenty Roman feet by thirty, a large compluvium (open skylight)was in the center of the ceiling and an impluvium (a water catch pool) underneath the opening, surrounded by a beautifully inlaid marble floor. It would have been a fine feature of a wealthy Roman domus (home)
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Antonious entered from the box, appreciating the cool space after the increasing summer heat outside. Still concerned for his safety, he brought his two lictors (bodyguards) to await his barbarian guests.

Barbaria was curled up in the dust, cradling her damaged cunt and moaning in a sea of pain. At least they had stopped beating her. But her shoulders, back, and ass felt like the skin had been stripped off. And between her legs, her nether lips were radiating a pain that was unimaginably worse than when all those men had raped her. Her breath came in uneven pants, and despite the summer heat, her body shivered uncontrollably. The girl tried unsuccessfully to calm her feverish mind. Just then, a man dumped another bucket of saltwater over her to ignite her cuts back on fire!

The Praeses waited nervously for his guests. What could be the intention of these barbarians, he wondered. The Tesserarius said the leader was peaceful. Gaius had his doubts, but the legionary was a good man – what the hell was his name?
As these thoughts swirled in his brain, the outer door opened, and seven soldiers, including Sextus, entered, escorting three Goths, an older man with dark hair sprinkled with grey and two younger warrior-looking men with long brown hair and beards, and fierce expressions. As the Praeses was about to greet them, all three fell to one knee and bowed deeply. The leader said, "Ave, kindins (Hail (Latin) governor (Goth)), we come to offer gibas (gifts) of gawairþi (peace) from the Gutisks Þiuda (Gothic people).” He gestured to the others. The young men opened a small chest that they held between them and revealed golden goblets and plates and silver coins.
Antonious looked with greed and suspicion on the chest. These presents, while valuable, were probably looted from Romans in battle. However, he thought, he could do nothing about the past and Aurum est aurum (gold is gold) as the expression went.
“Please, mei Gothici Amici (my Goth friends), surgite (rise).”

 

[Fossy]

Gaius Calixtus went and stood by his Optio, looking down on the groaning girl.
“Thank you for holding back your last few, amice.”
“You were quite right to ask, Centurio. I was letting my hatred of the German whore carry me away. Once you reminded me, I realized that I would rather see her do an extended dance in agony on the cross than die before we got her there.”
“And, the Quaestor passed on the request of the Praesidis that the girl still remain in one piece when she gets to the harena.”
“She shall be. You two,” he called to two of the soldiers standing by gazing in awe at the tortured girl. “Stop gawking and go get a patibulum and leather bindings. Get the light one, CX librae (eighty pounds). And you,” pointing to another man, “grab that bucket and wash the bitch down. She needs to be presentable before we take her out in public.”

“Goths?” asked the governor, in a high voice, almost choking on a piece of pig. “How many are there? Are they armed? Are they hostile?”
"Septem, Praeses, and they only carry a few personal arms like knives, no shields or spears. I met the leader at his village early today. He seems a wise and peaceful man. He is very polite and soft-spoken. He asked, most respectfully, if he may see you to present some gifts and beg a favor.”
“Gifts, aye? Bring them around to the private entrance to my atrium. But only allow the leader and two others. You attend with your group of soldiers."
“Yes, Praeses,” said Sixtus, saluting and then turning on his heel.
Behind the Imperial box was a large atrium (reception room) for entertaining guests of the governor. Twenty Roman feet by thirty, a large compluvium (open skylight)was in the center of the ceiling and an impluvium (a water catch pool) underneath the opening, surrounded by a beautifully inlaid marble floor. It would have been a fine feature of a wealthy Roman domus (home)
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Antonious entered from the box, appreciating the cool space after the increasing summer heat outside. Still concerned for his safety, he brought his two lictors (bodyguards) to await his barbarian guests.

Barbaria was curled up in the dust, cradling her damaged cunt and moaning in a sea of pain. At least they had stopped beating her. But her shoulders, back, and ass felt like the skin had been stripped off. And between her legs, her nether lips were radiating a pain that was unimaginably worse than when all those men had raped her. Her breath came in uneven pants, and despite the summer heat, her body shivered uncontrollably. The girl tried unsuccessfully to calm her feverish mind. Just then, a man dumped another bucket of saltwater over her to ignite her cuts back on fire!

The Praeses waited nervously for his guests. What could be the intention of these barbarians, he wondered. The Tesserarius said the leader was peaceful. Gaius had his doubts, but the legionary was a good man – what the hell was his name?
As these thoughts swirled in his brain, the outer door opened, and seven soldiers, including Sextus, entered, escorting three Goths, an older man with dark hair sprinkled with grey and two younger warrior-looking men with long brown hair and beards, and fierce expressions. As the Praeses was about to greet them, all three fell to one knee and bowed deeply. The leader said, "Ave, kindins (Hail (Latin) governor (Goth)), we come to offer gibas (gifts) of gawairþi (peace) from the Gutisks Þiuda (Gothic people).” He gestured to the others. The young men opened a small chest that they held between them and revealed golden goblets and plates and silver coins.
Antonious looked with greed and suspicion on the chest. These presents, while valuable, were probably looted from Romans in battle. However, he thought, he could do nothing about the past and Aurum est aurum (gold is gold) as the expression went.
“Please, mei Gothici Amici (my Goth friends), surgite (rise).”

A very atmospheric chapter. The sexual violence portrayed in the scene where the Goth Slut is once again soaked with salted water, to the opening of the negotiations, a scene which I cannot help but feel reflects the calm before the storm...

 

[Fossy]

As an aside - more Roman significant heritage found in Yorkshire ...

Roman stately home unearthed in Scarborough 'potential world first'

Historic England says the large Roman villa could be the first of its kind ever discovered.

www.bbc.co.uk

 

[Praefectus Praetorio]

The soldiers had just finished flushing most of the blood from Barbaria’s back with the stinging brine when two others appeared with the patibulum. This rough-hewn beam of pine (pinus sylvestris, Scotch Pine) came from trees that grew in the mountain areas of the province. It provided a moderate weight, strong wood that would accept and firmly hold iron spikes.
The men pulled the girl to her knees, and two grabbed her wrists to yank her arms to the side. Others set the beam on her beaten shoulders, eliciting a high cry of pain as the wood scraped her open wounds. While painfully stretching her arms, they tightly tied the leather cords around the beam and her elbows and wrists. In just a few moments, Barbaria was securely attached to the wood, splayed into a position anticipating her final agony.
A man came and pulled out her long, dark hair so another could slip a noose around her delicate neck. Thus, almost before she knew what was happening, the Goth girl was bound and prepared as a sacrificial lamb for the slaughter.

Calixtus watched his Optio quickly and efficiently supervise the preparation. “Bene, bene. I shall go ahead to confer cum Praeside (with the Governor). Leave a contubernium behind to watch the castra (camp or fort) and then bring the rest with the girl. The Praeses wants a full military presence in case of trouble from the Goths.”
"I shall do as you say. Do not worry. It’s been too long since I quenched the thirst of my gladii (sword, also slang for the penis) for German blood. If that Goth filth wants to find trouble, I shall give them more than they could imagine," said Mogurix.
The Centurion laughed heartily at his friend’s pun. “I trust that, amice.”

The Goths rose as instructed. Antonious, a tall man himself, was impressed at how the leader stood a good quinque unciis longior (five inches taller). While his demeanor was quiet and refined, his greenish eyes flashed with a wild animal spirit.
“Your generous gifts are most welcome," said the Praeses, trying to calculate in his mind the value of the gold and silver. "The friendship of the Romans and Goths is something that I seek with all my strength. My man here..."' he hesitated, trying unsuccessfully to remember Sextus's name, "ah, the Tesserarius, told me you wish to ask a favor?" The Governor's demeanor subtly changed to the defensive as he folded his arms and tilted his head. He had a good idea what the headman would want.

The Optio instructed the entire praesidium to assemble in the courtyard. He announced, "This execution may include an ultimus ictus. If it does, I want to resolve now who will be getting the privilege. Sortiebamur (Are we casting lots)?”
The men looked at each other silently, and then one said, "Equus!” A moment later, another repeated, “Equus.” Then more, until the whole garrison was chanting Equus, Equus! Mogurix held up his hand for silence. “Your wish is granted. If there is an ultimus ictus, it will be delivered by Quintus Maximinus.”

 

[Loinclothslave]

Oooh, love a good forced march to the stake tied to a crossbeam. What’s happening, Barb, your friends brought gold! Is that their entry fee? They’ve missed some awesome episodes, do you think they’d enjoy your grand finale? I am....


Here’s hoping she’s dressed appropriately for the occasion!