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Was it worth it Barbaria?
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The Fate of a Goth Girl
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Was it worth it Barbaria?
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
As the afternoon winds down, so does the action
It was now well past decima hora (about four PM), and Barbaria had been hanging on the tree for three long summer hours (since hours were a division of daylight, those in the summer were longer). Her slow dance of death on the cross had continued with agonizing struggles to lift her body against her nailed wrists and feet, followed by torturing scraping of her back as she hung back down. The sun had moved over and down until it was only just above the top of the Imperial Box, directly in front of the girl, blinding her.
The crowd had continued to dwindle as the girl became less and less active and entertaining. The late afternoon heat had its usual enervating effect. The space was almost quiet, except for a rare taunt shouted out at the girl and her occasional, weak groans of agony. Many of the remainers were dozing in the shady part of the cavea under the extended awnings. Even among the most aroused at the Goth’s naked suffering, too much wine and too much food made heads fall on chests and eyelids droop. Included in the sleepers were Tertius Aemilius and Lucius Piso.
Septimus Silva approached the Governor with a deferential bow. “May I beg permission to take Amelius home. The senex is badly worn out and I fear he may become over-agitated if he witnesses the girl’s death. He is very fond of her.”
“Of course,” replied the Praeses. “I’ll have the Centurio dispatch a man to aid you. We are all quite fond of him.”
Septimus and a soldier gently pulled Tertius to his feet without waking him fully and quickly directed him out through the atrium.
Soon, the Centurio, with the Praeses's permission, sent five contubernii, along with the Signifer and the Cornicen, back to the castra under the command of the Tesserarius. He kept about twenty soldiers and two officers, himself and the Optio, at the arena. Most were posted outside on a perimeter while a half dozen were inside to oversee the end of the crucifixion and the steadily dwindling group of spectators.
The sun now went behind the Imperial Box and its last rays could only reach the upper seats on the far side, all of which were now empty. Even so, the soporific and breathless July heat continued baking the amphitheater.
Antonious almost dozed off himself. Jerking his head, he forced himself alert. He looked around and observed both Marcus Claudius and Marcus Lycus were snoring on their couches, along with the deep-sleeping Quaestor.
Stirring himself to rise, he went to where Calixtus was standing. The two stood silently for a little while, watching Barbaria’s slow, torturous struggle. Finally, the Praeses turned to Calixtus and asked in an unusually tentative tone, “How much longer do you think she will last?” he asked the officer.
“I cannot tell you,” the Centurion responded. “This Goth is a strong one. Strong in body and strong in will. She has already surprised me with her endurance. She still seems to have a bit of a fight in her. However, I would be surprised if she lasted more than another duo hora.”
Antonious looked like he would say something. Then he paused. The Centurion watched his face. He could tell the man was struggling with a difficult decision.
“I wonder,” said the Governor, even more tentatively, “if we took her down now, would she survive? Given the best healers?”
It was now well past decima hora (about four PM), and Barbaria had been hanging on the tree for three long summer hours (since hours were a division of daylight, those in the summer were longer). Her slow dance of death on the cross had continued with agonizing struggles to lift her body against her nailed wrists and feet, followed by torturing scraping of her back as she hung back down. The sun had moved over and down until it was only just above the top of the Imperial Box, directly in front of the girl, blinding her.
The crowd had continued to dwindle as the girl became less and less active and entertaining. The late afternoon heat had its usual enervating effect. The space was almost quiet, except for a rare taunt shouted out at the girl and her occasional, weak groans of agony. Many of the remainers were dozing in the shady part of the cavea under the extended awnings. Even among the most aroused at the Goth’s naked suffering, too much wine and too much food made heads fall on chests and eyelids droop. Included in the sleepers were Tertius Aemilius and Lucius Piso.
Septimus Silva approached the Governor with a deferential bow. “May I beg permission to take Amelius home. The senex is badly worn out and I fear he may become over-agitated if he witnesses the girl’s death. He is very fond of her.”
“Of course,” replied the Praeses. “I’ll have the Centurio dispatch a man to aid you. We are all quite fond of him.”
Septimus and a soldier gently pulled Tertius to his feet without waking him fully and quickly directed him out through the atrium.
Soon, the Centurio, with the Praeses's permission, sent five contubernii, along with the Signifer and the Cornicen, back to the castra under the command of the Tesserarius. He kept about twenty soldiers and two officers, himself and the Optio, at the arena. Most were posted outside on a perimeter while a half dozen were inside to oversee the end of the crucifixion and the steadily dwindling group of spectators.
The sun now went behind the Imperial Box and its last rays could only reach the upper seats on the far side, all of which were now empty. Even so, the soporific and breathless July heat continued baking the amphitheater.
Antonious almost dozed off himself. Jerking his head, he forced himself alert. He looked around and observed both Marcus Claudius and Marcus Lycus were snoring on their couches, along with the deep-sleeping Quaestor.
Stirring himself to rise, he went to where Calixtus was standing. The two stood silently for a little while, watching Barbaria’s slow, torturous struggle. Finally, the Praeses turned to Calixtus and asked in an unusually tentative tone, “How much longer do you think she will last?” he asked the officer.
“I cannot tell you,” the Centurion responded. “This Goth is a strong one. Strong in body and strong in will. She has already surprised me with her endurance. She still seems to have a bit of a fight in her. However, I would be surprised if she lasted more than another duo hora.”
Antonious looked like he would say something. Then he paused. The Centurion watched his face. He could tell the man was struggling with a difficult decision.
“I wonder,” said the Governor, even more tentatively, “if we took her down now, would she survive? Given the best healers?”
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
A familiar Sight
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montycrusto
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‘Twas the end of a very long day,
And the governor came down to say
Would it be poss
To take Barb off the cross,
Do you think she would heal up okay?
And the governor came down to say
Would it be poss
To take Barb off the cross,
Do you think she would heal up okay?
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
The crowd had continued to dwindle as the girl became less and less active and entertaining - how thoughtless of the Goth Slut!
“I wonder,” said the Governor, even more tentatively, “if we took her down now, would she survive? Given the best healers?” - Whaaaat! A possible sequel! Huzzah!
I would love to see this as a two hour docu-drama on Netflix!
Just superb work!
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Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Ohhh yes!
twonines
LIMERICUS
Who airbrushed out the marks of the torture?
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
The CF staff forced me to do so. Something about a new pornography law in the UK.
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
I am sure hoping that's a joke!
!!!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
It's not insurmountable. There is just an ID requirement that I must verify you are 18 or over. If you PM me your birth date, government ID number, and all banking account and credit card numbers along with any passwords and pins, I can send you an unedited version.I am sure hoping that's a joke!
As an added bonus if you do so, I'll share with you a portion of a spectacular windfall I just received from Nigeria.
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Give me a minute whilst I pull the info pack together my friend
...
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
@thehangingtree , is that your's. I've forgotten where I got it.
Tree never put them in the picture. A woman is to be crucified to death and there is no need to speed her demise with whipping!
Just a manip I did... someone else did the art (Barb's parents?}
twonines
LIMERICUS
Absolutely spot on!
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Agreed, but still the visual stimulation of a beautifully welted and scourged nubile body is an exquisite delight...
