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The Fate of a Goth Girl

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Although this story has (and will have) far fewer characters than some of my other works, I find it useful to post a listing (for those who suffer the same short-term memory issues as I do). Now, what was I talking about? Oh yes, characters.

Dramatis Personae
(named characters in order of appearance)​

Barbara – 24, Goth girl, daughter of the tribe’s shaman.

Marcus Lycus – 45, Mercator, wealthy slave trader

Septimus Silva – 34, bello praeconem, top auctioneer in Narbo.

Marcus Claudius - 54, extremely wealthy patriarch of a respected family in the Province

Galerius Antonious – 20, the spoiled and repulsive son of the Governor.

Lucius Piso - 43, Quaestor (Latin: investigator; a magistrate, the lowest ranking position in the cursus honorum; a financial official controlling funds and audits and in antiquity charged with investigations and prosecutions).

Tertius Aemilius – 72, Beloved elder aristocrat; nicknamed, Servus olim amoris (old slave of love) for his tendency to be captivated by the sexual beauty of young women.

Gaius Calixtus – 39, Centurio, commanding the Narbo garrison. Hard-as-nails veteran, yet taciturn and soft-spoken.

Mogurix Acaunissa – 29, Optio centuriae (chosen man of the century). Second-in-command of the Narbo Garrison. Large, powerfully built, and blustering Gaul.
 
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“Take her to the iugum (yoke)," said Gaius, and his men guided Barbara to stand beneath the poles.

“Tarsi latissime (ankles widespread),” Calixtus was a man of few words and the expectation of instant obedience. His men had learned to respond to his short instructions and hurried to carry out his commands. They released her hobbles, and each grabbed a rope and tied it tightly around one of Barb’s ankles and then threaded it through an iron ring at the bottom of each verticle pole. At Gaius’s gesture, they began pulling the ropes and forcing Barbara to spread her legs. They closely watched the Centurion until he dropped his hand to indicate enough and then tied off the ropes. They had spread the Goth girl's feet about two feet.

By now, soldiers were coming into the atrium in obedience to Calixtus's summons. As each man entered, he stopped and gave a double-take as he spotted the beautiful, nearly-naked young woman bound underneath the iugum. Numerous smirks and whispered rude obscenities were exchanged as the soldiers moved to positions standing under the South Portico (the most shaded area).
Gaius, ignoring his men’s understandable reaction, walked closer to inspect his prisoner. He slowly walked around her. Her spread legs made her thrust her butt out to maintain balance. This showed off her fine rump to fine advantage. Standing before her, he observed her helplessness with her arms pinioned and her legs spread.
Barb desperately tried to get the man’s attention, whimpering and mewing through the brank. Calixtus looked quizically at her for a moment, then gestured to a guard to remove the mouthpiece. Despite her thirst, Barb still drooled from the long invasion and the noxious paste. Working her sore jaw and spitting out some paste, she managed to say, “Wato, bijan (water, I beg - Gothic)! Quaeso, aqua (I beg you, water!)”
The Centurion gave a little smile and turned to the first guard, “Da ei aquam. (give her water).” The man rushed to get a little decorated terra cotta* bowl and dip water from the small fountain that spouted in the atrium corner. He came and held it up to Barb's lips, and she greedily drank. At the Centurion's gesture, he fetched another, which she also finished.
“Awiliuþ, gratias (thanks – Gothic and Latin)," Barb croaked from her sore throat.
“It is nothing, slave. I must keep you strong for your punishment.”

“I appeal to you, Sir. My punishment is unjust! I am a free woman. I was kidnapped, and this whole procedure is unfair and wrong! I object…Umphh!” Gaius casually struck her across the mouth and then slammed his other fist into her belly. Barb fell heavily backward onto her rear.
“State eam. (stand her).” The two men grabbed her arms and pulled her to her feet.
“I have no interest to listen to your complaints, Goth bitch. Force me to hear more, and I will make you suffer for it.”

*Terra cotta sigillata 1080px-Roemerhalle_Kreuznach_Sigillata.jpgwas the common red clay pottery mass-produced in the Roman Empire. It was ubiquitous, and large amounts have come down to us (mostly in broken shards). The decoration and glazing were unique to each pottery-factory. Studying the distribution over the Roman world has helped identify the conditions of trade within the Empire. A top student of the field (my Classics professor in college was one of the best) can place a shard by location (within 50km) and date (within twenty years either way). A part of the bowl mentioned in this story was unearthed at a dig near Musée des Docks Romains at Marseilles (where it was probably taken by a traveling soldier) in 1932, and identified as from the Lucus Gratius pottery works near Narbo and dated at the middle of the fourth century AD. It gives us a small but tangible link to her wretched fate so many years ago.

 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
Being astride the junction of the Via Domitia, the first Roman road in Gaul, built at the time of the foundation of the colony, connecting Italy to Spain, and the Via Aquitania, linking Narbo to the Atlantic, the new town prospered and was made the capital of the Roman Province of Gallia
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1615417817177.png This lovely view looks across the route of the Via Aquitana not far from Narbo (Narbonne) -
from the vineyards of Chateau Sainte Eulalie, in Minervois :D
 
Gaius turned and walked away from Barb as the last of about a dozen soldiers finished filing into the atrium. Bringing up the rear, urging along the inevitable stragglers, was Mogurix Acaunissa, the Optio centuriae (chosen man of the century; second-in-command of the garrison). Gaius was very fond of the giant of a man who stood 6 ¼ pedes tall (6’1”) and weighed over 290 librae (Roman pounds – about 210 English pounds). Though pure Gaul, he was a loyal Roman soldier (the Gallic conquests and deprivations by Julius Caesar of more than four centuries earlier were mostly forgotten. The local population was fully Romanized). Calixtus, who himself was one-quarter Gaul, had groomed Mogurix as the Optio ad spem ordinis (lit. chosen to hope of promotion; optio being groomed for promotion to the rank of centurion). He could trust this man implicitly.

Morgurix saluted his leader and handed Gaius his vitis (vinewood rod of about 1 m. in length - a centurion's symbol of office with which they disciplined soldiers or even Roman citizens). The Optio carried his own staff (called a hastile), which was used to keep the legionaries in line. This staff was almost as tall as Morgurix himself. He also carried a wax tablet on which to keep orders of the commander.

Gauis gave a few instructions to his Optio. Morgurix, in turn, grabbed three soldiers. They secured a long rope and a long wooden peg and hammer. One tied the end of the rope to the chain linking Barb's manacles, while another fetched a stool. The third climbed on it and threaded the rope through the pulley on the top beam. He got down and helped another pound the peg into a pipe set securely in the ground behind and to Barb's right. Then they pulled the rope until it began to force her arms up. She grunted an objection, but all she could do was bend forward and allow her arms to be raised about two feet above her back. Then Morgurix waved then to stop. They hurried to tie the rope to the peg. It came down just behind her and about a foot to the right of her butt. The Optio nodded approval and dismissed the men. He then went back to join his Centurio.

With her legs spread and her back bent, the Goth girl displayed an obscene view of her anus and cunt, barely covered by the brief lumbare (loincloth.)
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
Gaius turned and walked away from Barb as the last of about a dozen soldiers finished filing into the atrium. Bringing up the rear, urging along the inevitable stragglers, was Mogurix Acaunissa, the Optio centuriae (chosen man of the century; second-in-command of the garrison). Gaius was very fond of the giant of a man who stood 6 ¼ pedes tall (6’1”) and weighed over 290 librae (Roman pounds – about 210 English pounds). Though pure Gaul, he was a loyal Roman soldier (the Gallic conquests and deprivations by Julius Caesar of more than four centuries earlier were mostly forgotten. The local population was fully Romanized). Calixtus, who himself was one-quarter Gaul, had groomed Mogurix as the Optio ad spem ordinis (lit. chosen to hope of promotion; optio being groomed for promotion to the rank of centurion). He could trust this man implicitly.

Morgurix saluted his leader and handed Gaius his vitis (vinewood rod of about 1 m. in length - a centurion's symbol of office with which they disciplined soldiers or even Roman citizens). The Optio carried his own staff (called a hastile), which was used to keep the legionaries in line. This staff was almost as tall as Morgurix himself. He also carried a wax tablet on which to keep orders of the commander.

Gauis gave a few instructions to his Optio. Morgurix, in turn, grabbed three soldiers. They secured a long rope and a long wooden peg and hammer. One tied the end of the rope to the chain linking Barb's manacles, while another fetched a stool. The third climbed on it and threaded the rope through the pulley on the top beam. He got down and helped another pound the peg into a pipe set securely in the ground behind and to Barb's right. Then they pulled the rope until it began to force her arms up. She grunted an objection, but all she could do was bend forward and allow her arms to be raised about two feet above her back. Then Morgurix waved then to stop. They hurried to tie the rope to the peg. It came down just behind her and about a foot to the right of her butt. The Optio nodded approval and dismissed the men. He then went back to join his Centurio.

With her legs spread and her back bent, the Goth girl displayed an obscene view of her anus and cunt, barely covered by the brief lumbare (loincloth.)
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Ancient Strappado ... love it! And now ... on with the show!
 
The soldiers finished securing the Goth and returned to their places. Just then, Lucius, Septimus, and Galerius arrived, accompanied by two of Silva's servants carrying wineskins and goblets. Right behind them came Marcus Lycus, whom Silva had asked to join them. Calixtus bowed politely, greeting them, and ordered his men to bring several sellas castrenses (camp stools) for the guests to sit.
“Please join us, Gaius,” said Galerius, with a waving a little unsteadily to the chairs. After many goblets of Silva’s wine, he was quite relaxed.
"Yes, Centurio," said Piso, far more sober than the Governor's son. He moved seamlessly to take command of the situation by his magisterial rank. "We Optimates (lit. - best ones. Used in the Late Republic to identify an aristocratic party, but by now it had returned to closer to its original meaning – the superior ones who deserved special privileges) should be seen to witness the meting out of justice on the heretic barbarian slut."
Gaius bowed his acceptance, and in a short while, the five were seated comfortably under the shading portico, served the fine wine from the skins by the servants, and observing the tied and exposed girl. The comfortable, shaded chairs where they sat were directly behind Barbara and provided the best view of her spread rear.

Barbara stood, bent painfully over in the stressful position under the iugum, struggling to find some relief from her aching muscles and joints. Her inner thighs were overstretched and had begun to cramp. Her shoulders felt as if her arms were about to be wrenched from their place. The hot mid-summer sun was heating her bare body to a fever level. Her head hung down, her long, brunette hair forming a vail around her face. Sweat poured off her skin, running down her breasts and dripping from her turgid nipples.
All the girl could see was the hot, dry dust below her, marked with dark brown spots where her sweat had fallen and beaded up on the water-repellent surface. So different, she thought, from the loamy soil of her people's homeland. Soon, however, her thoughts were dragged back to her tortured position and her thirst that had returned with a vengence, despite her earlier drinks of water. Adding to her distress was the obscenely exposed position she had been placed in and the rude cat-calls from the common soldiers.
Alone with her discomfort and her thoughts, she prayed silently:
Atta unsar, þu in himinam,
weihnai namo þein.
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
The soldiers finished securing the Goth and returned to their places. Just then, Lucius, Septimus, and Galerius arrived, accompanied by two of Silva's servants carrying wineskins and goblets. Right behind them came Marcus Lycus, whom Silva had asked to join them. Calixtus bowed politely, greeting them, and ordered his men to bring several sellas castrenses (camp stools) for the guests to sit.
“Please join us, Gaius,” said Galerius, with a waving a little unsteadily to the chairs. After many goblets of Silva’s wine, he was quite relaxed.
"Yes, Centurio," said Piso, far more sober than the Governor's son. He moved seamlessly to take command of the situation by his magisterial rank. "We Optimates (lit. - best ones. Used in the Late Republic to identify an aristocratic party, but by now it had returned to closer to its original meaning – the superior ones who deserved special privileges) should be seen to witness the meting out of justice on the heretic barbarian slut."
Gaius bowed his acceptance, and in a short while, the five were seated comfortably under the shading portico, served the fine wine from the skins by the servants, and observing the tied and exposed girl. The comfortable, shaded chairs where they sat were directly behind Barbara and provided the best view of her spread rear.

Barbara stood, bent painfully over in the stressful position under the iugum, struggling to find some relief from her aching muscles and joints. Her inner thighs were overstretched and had begun to cramp. Her shoulders felt as if her arms were about to be wrenched from their place. The hot mid-summer sun was heating her bare body to a fever level. Her head hung down, her long, brunette hair forming a vail around her face. Sweat poured off her skin, running down her breasts and dripping from her turgid nipples.
All the girl could see was the hot, dry dust below her, marked with dark brown spots where her sweat had fallen and beaded up on the water-repellent surface. So different, she thought, from the loamy soil of her people's homeland. Soon, however, her thoughts were dragged back to her tortured position and her thirst that had returned with a vengence, despite her earlier drinks of water. Adding to her distress was the obscenely exposed position she had been placed in and the rude cat-calls from the common soldiers.
Alone with her discomfort and her thoughts, she prayed silently:
Atta unsar, þu in himinam,
weihnai namo þein.
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Barb is desperate enough to turn to religion! The Lord's Prayer can comfort even the most wretched of souls ...
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
All the girl could see was the hot, dry dust below her, marked with dark brown spots where her sweat had fallen and beaded up on the water-repellent surface. So different, she thought, from the loamy soil of her people's homeland.
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Barb’s thoughts have returned to earth :rolleyes:
 
twonines said:
What was the Gothic equivalent of Geese, Shit and Yikes?
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Yikes ... Attested from mid-20th c., perhaps derived from yoicks, a hunting call used to urge hounds after a fox, which is attested from 1765–1775, that also is sometimes used as an exclamation of excitement or triumph.

Geez ... a shortening of Jesus, which makes it a euphemism—a milder way of saying something that may be considered offensive, blasphemous, or harsh. Many other words like this (often called mild oaths or minced oaths) are formed in a similar way. The word gosh, for example, is an alteration of the word God. Origins around the 1920s.

Yikes and Geez were probably not known to Goths at that time. Shit was probably in their vocabulary
 
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