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The Fate of a Goth Girl
- Thread starter Praefectus Praetorio
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twonines
LIMERICUS
Impudent girl! Come to the front of the class immediately.Or just happens to be a nonconformist
Not another strapping
This can’t be happening
Please sir, I merely said
What came into my head
This is so very baffling
And where do you want to get the flux compensator from?
poem21045
Tribunus Plebis
BML? One of my favorites!
But, even though you highlight the mayo, I think you're leaving out an ingredient.
twonines
LIMERICUS
Be careful in what you say,
With that you will not get away.
To the desk end,
Over you bend,
Let`s make this a memorable day.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
The slow, but steady approach
The Praeses held a polite but stiff conversation with the Goth reiks. Though both chose to maintain a veneer of cordiality, both avoided that subject of Barbaria’s fate. All around, the level of noise increased as the noon hour drew near and the crowd eagerly anticipated the arrival of the Goth girl, who was said to be most beautiful. Wine was consumed freely as most shed any pretense at inhibition as their lust increased. Even those in the Imperial Box were becoming aroused with anticipation.
The level stretch of the Via Domitia from the forum to the amphitheater required less strength from the girl, but Barb’s feet had already been severely injured by the roughness of the way. Her soles were badly bruised, cut, and bleeding. She begged the guards for a rest, "Meins fotus (my feet)! They hurt so bad!"
The soldiers around her just laughed in derision. Mogurix said, "Enjoy the feel of your slimy German feet on terra matre Romana (Roman mother earth), Goth bitch. Soon, we will lift you on the tree, and you will feel your bare feet leave the ground; you shall never again feel your toes touch the ground again." The men around her laughed even louder.
Shortly after the forum, the Via Aquitania joined the Via Domitia from the left. This major road exited the city at the north gate that had admitted Friþugairns and his little band. There was much trade traffic to and fro on this route. The regions of Aquitania, where the climate was tempered by the sea were already producing a copious supply of fine wine grapes. A large mule cart from Burdigala (Bordeaux) with four huge wine barrels waited patiently at the intersection for the military procession to pass.
As the Via Domitia turned more eastward from the Via Aquitania, it widened noticeably until it had almost doubled in size. Now, even this much larger space was also filled with people. It had been over five years since there had been a crucifixion and twenty-five since a female had hung on the tree. Word had spread up the route that this girl was beautiful and her body was spectacular. Citizens of both sexes and all ages had turned out to get a glimpse (or a leer?) at the Goth girl.
As this denser crowd filled the roadside and jostled for the best view, the Optio made sure his two lead contubernia did not hesitate to clear the way. As the front line of onlookers was pushed back and the rear ranks surged forward to view the girl, a loud commotion rose from the spectators. Heedless of any interference, the procession covered the last hundred passus to the amphitheater, dragging the girl with a tight noose and leash.
Praeses Antonious heard the uproar from the crowd outside and knew it meant that the damnata was coming near. Every face in the seats turned toward the main gate in anticipation of the arrival that had all been waiting for. Calixtus glanced at the sundial and saw it read exactly noon. He smiled. He had known that his Optio would be punctual.
The Praeses held a polite but stiff conversation with the Goth reiks. Though both chose to maintain a veneer of cordiality, both avoided that subject of Barbaria’s fate. All around, the level of noise increased as the noon hour drew near and the crowd eagerly anticipated the arrival of the Goth girl, who was said to be most beautiful. Wine was consumed freely as most shed any pretense at inhibition as their lust increased. Even those in the Imperial Box were becoming aroused with anticipation.
The level stretch of the Via Domitia from the forum to the amphitheater required less strength from the girl, but Barb’s feet had already been severely injured by the roughness of the way. Her soles were badly bruised, cut, and bleeding. She begged the guards for a rest, "Meins fotus (my feet)! They hurt so bad!"
The soldiers around her just laughed in derision. Mogurix said, "Enjoy the feel of your slimy German feet on terra matre Romana (Roman mother earth), Goth bitch. Soon, we will lift you on the tree, and you will feel your bare feet leave the ground; you shall never again feel your toes touch the ground again." The men around her laughed even louder.
Shortly after the forum, the Via Aquitania joined the Via Domitia from the left. This major road exited the city at the north gate that had admitted Friþugairns and his little band. There was much trade traffic to and fro on this route. The regions of Aquitania, where the climate was tempered by the sea were already producing a copious supply of fine wine grapes. A large mule cart from Burdigala (Bordeaux) with four huge wine barrels waited patiently at the intersection for the military procession to pass.
As the Via Domitia turned more eastward from the Via Aquitania, it widened noticeably until it had almost doubled in size. Now, even this much larger space was also filled with people. It had been over five years since there had been a crucifixion and twenty-five since a female had hung on the tree. Word had spread up the route that this girl was beautiful and her body was spectacular. Citizens of both sexes and all ages had turned out to get a glimpse (or a leer?) at the Goth girl.
As this denser crowd filled the roadside and jostled for the best view, the Optio made sure his two lead contubernia did not hesitate to clear the way. As the front line of onlookers was pushed back and the rear ranks surged forward to view the girl, a loud commotion rose from the spectators. Heedless of any interference, the procession covered the last hundred passus to the amphitheater, dragging the girl with a tight noose and leash.
Praeses Antonious heard the uproar from the crowd outside and knew it meant that the damnata was coming near. Every face in the seats turned toward the main gate in anticipation of the arrival that had all been waiting for. Calixtus glanced at the sundial and saw it read exactly noon. He smiled. He had known that his Optio would be punctual.
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
We are almost there! So near the Slur's fear can almost be felt. Surely we are beyond a last minute reprieve!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Don't be too sure! You know the old expression: "It's not over until the crucified girl screams!"
Wow! Twenty-five years! Tourism revenues must have really been in the toilet!
Did the Romans actually label the cardinal directions N E W S? Did the Romans recognize the cardinal directions?
NewUser
Magistrate
Tax on public toilets (Latin: vectigal urinae-literally) was introduced by the Roman Emperor Vespasian. In Rome, everything was thought out to the smallest detail. What goes into the toilet will still be returned in the form of a tax
settantuno
MUTUS PICTOR
Naraku
Draconarius
Of course they did. Humans have been using some form of them since we began to walk up right. But, the names have changed. The names used in most European languages are Germanic. The Romans would have used borealis (north), australis (south), orientalis (east) and occidentalis (west).
The Romans had sundials too. The earliest sundial found is Egyptian and dated to around 1500 BCE. The Romans usually used the Greek style hemispheric sundial.
They also had small portable sundials that were the earliest form of pocketwatch.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Thank you. It is not easy to find an image of an actual roman sundial with the line at noon. But I posted that image without allowed for a certain, complaining troublemaker who tries to ruin a good story with petty complaints. Thank you for sparing me the task of answering her rude remark.
You know, such insolence deserves closer inspection with a view to punishment...
So let’s put her on trial, oh wait, she appears to be otherwise occupied! Oh well, Roman Justice is equitable and fair- she’s in good hands!
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Great build up, PrPr, and marvelous detail. The pain of her feet, begging for a rest, and denied! Wonderful!
Oh she fell? Luckily I had my camera handy!
I’ll have you know I was brought up to never be rude to my elders. I take pity on them. They can’t help the way they are.
Nor am I ever insolent! Geez!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Think of a scene from a Cecil B. DeMille Roman Epic (greatly scaled down).
Looking back to the gate, the Centurion saw Marcellus Hadrianus, the Signifer (standard-bearer, fourth in rank in the century) enter, carrying the Signum Centuriae, a spear shaft decorated with battle medallions and topped with an open hand to signify the oath of loyalty taken by the soldiers. It was this banner that the men of the century had been drilled to rally around. Calixtus and the two soldiers with him came to attention at the sight and gave an open-handed salute. Many in the audience also rose in support.
Immediately behind Marcellus came Felix Marianus, Cornicen (horn blower). Both men wore wolf skins over their heads and shoulders. Marcellus marched slowly across the arena, holding high the Signum. Felix followed, carrying his large cornu (circular horn). The Governor’s guests and the audience stood and applauded. The Goth chieftain stood out of respect but did not applaud.
When the two reached the Imperial Box at the far end from the gate, they turned back toward the gate and Felix gave one long note on the horn. Immediately Mogurix Acaunissa entered with his brass-colored helmet festooned with two rows of bird feathers and followed by legionaries. The men came three abreast, marching in formation. As they did so, the stadium erupted in thunderous cheering. The citizens of Narbo were very supportive of their centuria and were thankful for the protection that they offered from the increasing presence of Goths.
The Optio led his men to the stipes in the center and quickly arranged them in a semicircle around the ominous wood post. He gestured to Felix who blared another long note on the horn. Barbaria stumbled into the entrance, her arms stretched wide on the patibulum.
The moment that the Goth girl appeared, the arena went strangely quiet. The first glance of Barb took the crowd’s breath away. As she struggled to march forward, half dragged by the noose on her neck, the spectators all began to imagine how her body would be to take to bed – or, even more relevantly, - how it would ride the cross!
Then bedlam broke loose as seven hundred voices cried out in lust and a thousand hands applauded.
The Praeses had, of course, heard much about the beauty of this Goth girl, but even he was impressed and aroused by her appearance. A moment later he was brought back to earth as he heard a grown from the side and turned to see Friþugairns, his face ashen, whispering the words, “Mikils Iesus, dauhtar meins!”
Following Barb was the contuberium led by Quintus Maximus, the men who had been selected to perform the actual crucifixion. They brought her to the stake and halted behind her. It was impossible to hear anything over the din of the excited crowd.
The Centurion gestured to Felix who blared three long, high blasts on his horn as the Praeses stood and came to the front of his box. Alerted to the Governor’s presence, the spectators began to quiet and sit down. Another three blasts brought the amphitheater to complete silence.
In the very opening, an Optio, with his hastile and feathered helmet, can be seen.
Looking back to the gate, the Centurion saw Marcellus Hadrianus, the Signifer (standard-bearer, fourth in rank in the century) enter, carrying the Signum Centuriae, a spear shaft decorated with battle medallions and topped with an open hand to signify the oath of loyalty taken by the soldiers. It was this banner that the men of the century had been drilled to rally around. Calixtus and the two soldiers with him came to attention at the sight and gave an open-handed salute. Many in the audience also rose in support.
Immediately behind Marcellus came Felix Marianus, Cornicen (horn blower). Both men wore wolf skins over their heads and shoulders. Marcellus marched slowly across the arena, holding high the Signum. Felix followed, carrying his large cornu (circular horn). The Governor’s guests and the audience stood and applauded. The Goth chieftain stood out of respect but did not applaud.
When the two reached the Imperial Box at the far end from the gate, they turned back toward the gate and Felix gave one long note on the horn. Immediately Mogurix Acaunissa entered with his brass-colored helmet festooned with two rows of bird feathers and followed by legionaries. The men came three abreast, marching in formation. As they did so, the stadium erupted in thunderous cheering. The citizens of Narbo were very supportive of their centuria and were thankful for the protection that they offered from the increasing presence of Goths.
The Optio led his men to the stipes in the center and quickly arranged them in a semicircle around the ominous wood post. He gestured to Felix who blared another long note on the horn. Barbaria stumbled into the entrance, her arms stretched wide on the patibulum.
The moment that the Goth girl appeared, the arena went strangely quiet. The first glance of Barb took the crowd’s breath away. As she struggled to march forward, half dragged by the noose on her neck, the spectators all began to imagine how her body would be to take to bed – or, even more relevantly, - how it would ride the cross!
Then bedlam broke loose as seven hundred voices cried out in lust and a thousand hands applauded.
The Praeses had, of course, heard much about the beauty of this Goth girl, but even he was impressed and aroused by her appearance. A moment later he was brought back to earth as he heard a grown from the side and turned to see Friþugairns, his face ashen, whispering the words, “Mikils Iesus, dauhtar meins!”
Following Barb was the contuberium led by Quintus Maximus, the men who had been selected to perform the actual crucifixion. They brought her to the stake and halted behind her. It was impossible to hear anything over the din of the excited crowd.
The Centurion gestured to Felix who blared three long, high blasts on his horn as the Praeses stood and came to the front of his box. Alerted to the Governor’s presence, the spectators began to quiet and sit down. Another three blasts brought the amphitheater to complete silence.
In the very opening, an Optio, with his hastile and feathered helmet, can be seen.
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Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Oh my gosh - how it would ride the cross! ... what an erotic phrase ... imagine the Goth Slut, exhausted, naked, nailed, vulnerable and exposed ... "Riding the cross!"
Perhaps he should have taken a knee?
