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The Fate of a Goth Girl

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Some have asked me (behind the scenes) how does @settantuno produce such masterful works so quickly and so realistically? I found that he has the cooperation of a certain cruxgirl who has let Sett inflict the actual punishments and went into his studio to pose. Here is an example:
manara-disegno.jpgHer hair color was changed to protect her identity (she should have covered her tight little)

All I can say is that the girl is an angel and Sett is a damn lucky bastard!!
 
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Praefectus Praetorio said:
Some have asked me (behind the scenes) how does @settantuno produce such masterful works so quickly and so realistically? I found that he has the cooperation of a certain cruxgirl who has let Sett inflict the actual punishments and went into his studio to pose. Here is an example:
View attachment 1002621Her hair color was changed to protect her identity (she should have covered her tight little)

All I can say is that the girl is an angel and Sett is a damn lucky bastard!!
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Sett looking very 'Francis Drake' I must say ...
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
Some have asked me (behind the scenes) how does @settantuno produce such masterful works so quickly and so realistically? I found that he has the cooperation of a certain cruxgirl who has let Sett inflict the actual punishments and went into his studio to pose. Here is an example:
View attachment 1002621Her hair color was changed to protect her identity (she should have covered her tight little)

All I can say is that the girl is an angel and Sett is a damn lucky bastard!!
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Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
The noble PrPr Hath told youSettantuno has inflict punishments of a certain cruxgirl:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault.
I speak not to disprove what PrPr spoke because PrPr is an honourable man .
But here I am to speak what I do know but I must pause till it come back to me.

....but in any case she deserved it...
 
Barbaria1 said:
Says you .... :rolleyes:
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Now children. No fighting!

Mogurix had his men give the girl a deep draft of water. After she had drunk her fill, he said, “OK, bitch, we don’t want you late for your date with the tree.” He gestured to the man before her, holding her lorum (leash). He gave a sharp jerk, tightening the noose. Terrified of being strangled, Barb took a hesitant step forward. Carrying the massive weight of the beam and balancing it on her tied arms was daunting. A soldier behind jabbed the point of his pilum (spear) into one of her torn asscheeks. Barbaria screamed in pain, thrusting her hips forward to escape from the horrible pain. She staggered as this threw her off balance. Somehow she got back upright and lurched forward, already bending under the press of the rough wood on her bleeding shoulders.
With midday rapidly approaching, the weather had become scorching and muggy as humid air flowed inland from the summer-warm Mediterranean. As the procession exited the castra, the sun was baking down unmercifully. Barb's nakedness did little to offset the burning sun and the exhausting strain of carrying a beam that weighed almost as much as she. After the time being flogged and being bound, her fair upper skin had begun to take on a rosy hue of approaching sunburn. Sweat began running down her body and into her cuts, feeling like fresh slices of a dull knife.

The Praeses returned to his box with Friþugairns at his side and Sextus coming behind with soldiers and lictors. The Governor saw that the box had filled with the arrival of his other guests, who were standing around waiting for their host (except for Galerius who was already reclining on a couch gulping Falernian wine and stuffing Ofellas Ostienses (Ragout in the manner of Ostia*) in his mouth).
Since space was getting a little crowded, the Praeses sent his entourage and one of his lictors home. Gaius introduced the shocked Romans to the Gothic chief, and greetings, definitely not warm, were exchanged. Ignoring the evident disapproval of the others, the Governor invited Friþugairns to sit on his left while Piso sat on his right. The raised curule chair allowed Antonious to be on a level with the tall Goth. Looking around, he saw that the cavea was full, and a few were standing in the vomitorium, while most of the seats down around the arena were occupied. Then he observed Centurion Calixtus enter the harena and converse with the Tesserarius. The Governor caught his attention and waved him over to the box. He excused himself from his guests and met the officer back in his atrium.

The castra had been built on the western side of the original town, along the Via Domitia, and set into the ancient city wall. The forum (marketplace) was several hundred paces East along the main road. The harena was also on this road, another several hundred paces further on, past the forum. Emerging from the Northgate of the fort onto the Via Domitia, the procession turned right on the main road toward their destination.
The Via Domitia through Narbo was a wide but dusty thoroughfare made of large cobblestones and with walking paths flanking both sides and buildings set well back from the road. From the castra to the forum, the road rose gently until, just past that marketplace, the Via Aquitania branched off. From there, the going was level the rest of the way to the amphitheater.
 
* Ofellae (pieces of meat) - Mark out the meat on the skin, taking care that the skin remains intact. Crush pepper, lovage, dill, cumin, asafoetida and one laurel berry with liquamen. Pour into pan with meat and let marinate for two or three days. Bind crosswise and put in the oven [sorry, temps and times are not given in Roman recipes]. When cooked, remove and cut the marked-out pieces apart. Continue heating the sauce, adding a little more liquamen to moisten, and a little passum (a sweet raisin wine sauce) to sweeten. When this boils, thicken with cornflower. Saturate the meat with this sauce and serve.
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
Now children. No fighting!

Mogurix had his men give the girl a deep draft of water. After she had drunk her fill, he said, “OK, bitch, we don’t want you late for your date with the tree.” He gestured to the man before her, holding her lorum (leash). He gave a sharp jerk, tightening the noose. Terrified of being strangled, Barb took a hesitant step forward. Carrying the massive weight of the beam and balancing it on her tied arms was daunting. A soldier behind jabbed the point of his pilum (spear) into one of her torn asscheeks. Barbaria screamed in pain, thrusting her hips forward to escape from the horrible pain. She staggered as this threw her off balance. Somehow she got back upright and lurched forward, already bending under the press of the rough wood on her bleeding shoulders.
With midday rapidly approaching, the weather had become scorching and muggy as humid air flowed inland from the summer-warm Mediterranean. As the procession exited the castra, the sun was baking down unmercifully. Barb's nakedness did little to offset the burning sun and the exhausting strain of carrying a beam that weighed almost as much as she. After the time being flogged and being bound, her fair upper skin had begun to take on a rosy hue of approaching sunburn. Sweat began running down her body and into her cuts, feeling like fresh slices of a dull knife.

The Praeses returned to his box with Friþugairns at his side and Sextus coming behind with soldiers and lictors. The Governor saw that the box had filled with the arrival of his other guests, who were standing around waiting for their host (except for Galerius who was already reclining on a couch gulping Falernian wine and stuffing Ofellas Ostienses (Ragout in the manner of Ostia*) in his mouth).
Since space was getting a little crowded, the Praeses sent his entourage and one of his lictors home. Gaius introduced the shocked Romans to the Gothic chief, and greetings, definitely not warm, were exchanged. Ignoring the evident disapproval of the others, the Governor invited Friþugairns to sit on his left while Piso sat on his right. The raised curule chair allowed Antonious to be on a level with the tall Goth. Looking around, he saw that the cavea was full, and a few were standing in the vomitorium, while most of the seats down around the arena were occupied. Then he observed Centurion Calixtus enter the harena and converse with the Tesserarius. The Governor caught his attention and waved him over to the box. He excused himself from his guests and met the officer back in his atrium.

The castra had been built on the western side of the original town, along the Via Domitia, and set into the ancient city wall. The forum (marketplace) was several hundred paces East along the main road. The harena was also on this road, another several hundred paces further on, past the forum. Emerging from the Northgate of the fort onto the Via Domitia, the procession turned right on the main road toward their destination.
The Via Domitia through Narbo was a wide but dusty thoroughfare made of large cobblestones and with walking paths flanking both sides and buildings set well back from the road. From the castra to the forum, the road rose gently until, just past that marketplace, the Via Aquitania branched off. From there, the going was level the rest of the way to the amphitheater.
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The description of the town was very evocative, reminded me a little of walking around York - Historical Note. The Romans named the City of York, Eboracum. To this day the famous York Race Course holds an annual 4 day event called the Ebor Festival.

The narrative extending the suffering of the exhausted, beaten, sun-burnt Goth Slut was also very arousing ... an excellent post as always
 
Mogurix was somewhat surprised to see a large number of spectators along the way. News that a beautiful young Goth girl was to be executed had apparently spread rapidly in the city. Such unique entertainment promised an arousing and sadistic break from the everyday tedium of the provincial capital. Many citizens, mostly male, both young and old, had turned out to leer at the girl’s naked and wretched progress. Many of these came prepared with mud and dung and even small rocks to fling at the damnatam (condemned, doomed). As soon as Barbaria emerged from the gate, naked except the brief loincloth and carrying the patibulum, symbolic and practical for her execution, jeers and obscene shouts rose from the crowd to meet and torment the lonely, abused Goth girl.

“I am so glad to have you here, Centurio,” said the Praeses, using a perfumed handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his brow. “As you saw, a Gothic chieftain is here. The slavegirl now appears to be his daughter and he, of course, wants her released. Given the relative mildness of her actions and the harshness of the sentence, I’m sorely tempted to do so. What do you think?”
Calistus was taken aback by the Governor asking his opinion on a legal matter. True, he was the senior military man in the province. However, his experience was all military since he had joined the legions twenty-two years ago when only seventeen. He took a moment to think, his chin in his hand. Then he faced his superior head on and answered.
“Praeses, I am just an indoctus miles (ignorant soldier). However, I too have wondered at the severity of her sentence for the mild nature of her crime. I have, without hesitation, supervised and observed her punishment up to now, and I can honestly report that it has been one of the most extreme, short of death, that I have ever seen. Her march here with the patibulum on her scourged shoulders will surely drain any reserves of strength she possesses.” The Praeses nodded in agreement.
Domine, if I am ordered to crucify the girl, I shall do so with the full brutality that sentence entails. However, if you ask my humble opinion, I feel that a commutation at this point would not fail to meet the standards of justice.”

Antonious smiled and nodded. He was relieved to hear this sober judgment, in line with his own, from a man he respected highly. But, he saw a look of doubt on the Centurion’s face.
“Quid aliud (what else)?” he asked
“I am most reluctant to mention due to it being a matter of politics, of which I am completely unaware. But there is such an issue, perhaps beyond my place to comment on.” added the Centurion.
“Ut placet tibi, Gaii, (please [go on], Gaius),” said the Governor, using his subordinate’s first name to put him at ease, “I respect your judgment in all matters. What is the other issue?”
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
Mogurix was somewhat surprised to see a large number of spectators along the way. News that a beautiful young Goth girl was to be executed had apparently spread rapidly in the city. Such unique entertainment promised an arousing and sadistic break from the everyday tedium of the provincial capital. Many citizens, mostly male, both young and old, had turned out to leer at the girl’s naked and wretched progress. Many of these came prepared with mud and dung and even small rocks to fling at the damnatam (condemned, doomed). As soon as Barbaria emerged from the gate, naked except the brief loincloth and carrying the patibulum, symbolic and practical for her execution, jeers and obscene shouts rose from the crowd to meet and torment the lonely, abused Goth girl.

“I am so glad to have you here, Centurio,” said the Praeses, using a perfumed handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his brow. “As you saw, a Gothic chieftain is here. The slavegirl now appears to be his daughter and he, of course, wants her released. Given the relative mildness of her actions and the harshness of the sentence, I’m sorely tempted to do so. What do you think?”
Calistus was taken aback by the Governor asking his opinion on a legal matter. True, he was the senior military man in the province. However, his experience was all military since he had joined the legions twenty-two years ago when only seventeen. He took a moment to think, his chin in his hand. Then he faced his superior head on and answered.
“Praeses, I am just an indoctus miles (ignorant soldier). However, I too have wondered at the severity of her sentence for the mild nature of her crime. I have, without hesitation, supervised and observed her punishment up to now, and I can honestly report that it has been one of the most extreme, short of death, that I have ever seen. Her march here with the patibulum on her scourged shoulders will surely drain any reserves of strength she possesses.” The Praeses nodded in agreement.
Domine, if I am ordered to crucify the girl, I shall do so with the full brutality that sentence entails. However, if you ask my humble opinion, I feel that a commutation at this point would not fail to meet the standards of justice.”

Antonious smiled and nodded. He was relieved to hear this sober judgment, in line with his own, from a man he respected highly. But, he saw a look of doubt on the Centurion’s face.
“Quid aliud (what else)?” he asked
“I am most reluctant to mention due to it being a matter of politics, of which I am completely unaware. But there is such an issue, perhaps beyond my place to comment on.” added the Centurion.
“Ut placet tibi, Gaii, (please [go on], Gaius),” said the Governor, using his subordinate’s first name to put him at ease, “I respect your judgment in all matters. What is the other issue?”
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Nearly there! Soon she will be screaming on the cross for all to see.
 
I’m thoroughly enjoying her stroll along her viacrux! No hurry at all.

I see her struggle with the burden of her patibulum, bloody from her chastisement, bruises from her sack torture, deep linear welts from the red rods, and savour them. Her scanty loincloth dirty with blood, sweat and other bodily fluids. The neck baring burns from the rope leash. The crack of the lash to kindly help her keep a steady pace. The sadistic taunts and humiliation from the crowd.

All this to a woman who was deliciously innocent at the beginning, not even justly enslaved according to Roman Law! Under the law she was unreasonably enslaved.

But was it unjustly convicted? When the Goth Girl rebelled it’s legal master, whose father so generously paid for a perfectly legal purchase, at that moment she became a rank criminal. There is only one punishment suitable to a slave criminal that rebels!

As property that disrespected it’s master, the slave richly deserves every bit of it! Barb has earned her punishment, and the Law clearly demands she pay in blood. No mercy, just pain and an agonising death is called for. The only possible clemency would be degraded slavery in a mine or galley. Would such leniency even be legal? I suspect not.

What’s not to love about this scene?

There’s no hurry is there? The crux patiently waits.
 
Loinclothslave1 said:
But was it unjustly convicted? When the Goth Girl rebelled it’s legal master, whose father so generously paid for a perfectly legal purchase, at that moment she became a rank criminal. There is only one punishment suitable to a slave criminal that rebels!

As property that disrespected it’s master, the slave richly deserves every bit of it! Barb has earned her punishment, and the Law clearly demands she pay in blood. No mercy, just pain and an agonising death is called for. The only possible clemency would be degraded slavery in a mine or galley. Would such leniency even be legal? I suspect not.
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Dura lex sed lex
 
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