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Virginita's Dream

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AnimaSinistra said:
What a pity she is nailed, her body is really beautiful!
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Queen V: Thank you dear AnimaSinistra. Yes, the nails are mind bending agony but I get some consolation knowing that my suffering body gives you inspiration"

AnimaSinistra said:
It will be fun to watch the Torture Twins captured, tortured and crucified just like Virginita! :D
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You read my thoughts (and Queen V's) . . .
. . . stay tuned!
Thanks for your interest
 
SUFFERING THROUGH THE NIGHT​

Normally the executioners would break their victim’s legs and spear them in the chest at sundown but on this occasion the Governer had given orders for Queen Virginita to hang on the cross till the following day. This was to make her continue to suffer through the night before being allowed to die.

It was cold and logs had been given to the soldiers to make a fire and keep themselves warm. All this time the young victim was finding it very hard to breathe due to her exhaustion and loss of blood. Her head hung down but she did not cry or even feel sorry for herself but was resigned to her fate. The soldiers sat down near the fire, their job nearly finished

Since there was no moon that night, the stars shone brilliantly and the great hunter, Orion, seemed to be looking down on her miserable condition. In contrast the soldiers were joking with one another, confident and secure.

But . . . . . . . and it was a very big but . . . . . they did not know that their conversation was the last one they would ever have. In fact they were only seconds away from sudden violent death!!!

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3D pair:
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Really Super! Pooper!!! :)

Really Nice!!!
 
messaline said:
Oh, Pooper! If I could be on your cross...:rolleyes:
You bewitch me....
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And how I wish for that too . . . .
to gaze on your sweet naked body hanging helpless from the cruel timbers, beads of sweat running down your chest , over the bleeding wounds from the whip lashes, suffering bravely after resisting weeks of deviously vile tortures in order to protect your dear lover . . . . :rolleyes:

You are my inspiration . . . . . . . and your time will come :)
 
Pooper said:
And how I wish for that too . . . .
to gaze on your sweet naked body hanging helpless from the cruel timbers, beads of sweat running down your chest , over the bleeding wounds from the whip lashes, suffering bravely after resisting weeks of deviously vile tortures in order to protect your dear lover . . . . :rolleyes:

You are my inspiration . . . . . . . and your time will come :)
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:D the next of........................
 
THE DEADLY ARCHERS​

The moment she heard the swishing noise Queen Virginita knew that her Roman guards were dead meat. Each whoosh ended in a sickening thud as the arrows raced straight to their targets and buried themselves deep into the bodies of the Roman soldiers who fell to the ground mortally wounded.

Queen Virginita close to death thinks: “Dead Romans at last, my men have arrived, my Silent Killers!”

In fact the Northern Tribes had been so angered by the stories of Queen Virginita’s treatment that they ceased quarreling and had come together to form a vast army which would eventually drive the Romans back to Rome where they would be defeated once and for all.

However they held back from attacking the castle, fearing that the Governer would immediately kill and mutilate their royal prisoner. So they waited for her execution outside the castle gates and dispatched a secret snatch squad to at least get her body back before being mutilated. It was risky but worth a try.

The hand picked group of archers had sneaked up close under cover of darkness and on the prearranged signal stood up and launched their lethal salvos in quick succession. They were using their largest bows with long shaft, bronze tipped arrows for greater power and accuracy. No good in a close fight but perfect at distance.

Each man had practiced long and hard as missing was not an option and in the event every arrow all struck home perfectly, not one wasted. Maybe it was no coincidence that the bright stars of Orion, the mythical great hunter, was high in the sky that night, and perhaps he was smiling on them!
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RELEASED FROM THE CROSS​
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As soon as the Roman soldiers were down, Xenor, The Queen’s faithful servant and bodyguard raced to her cross. He used his awesome strength to pull the stake out of the ground and gently laid his crucified Queen on the grass and he and one of the archers set about recovering her body.

Archer: “She is just breathing sir and the bleeding is not severe. There is hope”

Xenor: “Give her the drink to dull the pain as I withdraw the nails”

As the drug starts to act, Queen Virginita murmured drowsily: “My ever faithful Xenor . . . strong and invincible.”

Xenor: “No, it is you my beloved Queen who are invincible. You are our inspiration” and with these words in her ears Queen Virginita drifted into painless peace for the first time in months.

Xenor used large pincers to release her wrists and the archer dressed her wounds and wrapped them with cloth soaked in honey. They worked quickly as they had to ride back to safe territory before sunrise. When Xenor had released her feet, and her wounds were dressed he lovingly picked her up, kissed her forehead and mounted his horse for the race home.

As they rode hard back to their people, every man in the snatch squad vowed: “The Romans will pay dearly for this outrage . . . .”

. . . . and surely they did!
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SLOW RECOVERY​

Queen Virginita’s faithful bodyguard, Xenor, along with his small band of archers, bring her back to safety and she begins a long road to recovery. She is watched over by Xenor who ensures every possible comfort is lavished on his Queen.

Xenor had always adored her and was totally devastated when she had been captured. He tracked down the traitors who had lured her into the Roman trap and dealt with them. Then he began to hear accounts of Queen Virginita’s fortitude under severe torture and he vowed to recover her body with the help of a small band of her most loyal archers. They had all immediately volunteered when told the plan but had to wait months for the right time to strike . . . during which time their Queen was suffering ever more harsh torments

Now she was back and as her strengh began to return she was able to talk to her devoted carer

Queen Virginita: “Dearest Xenor, come close to me. From now on you must stay with me. I am safe only with you beside me”

Xenor: “As you command, Your Majesty, I willingly stay and protect you, day and night as long as I have breath”

Queen Virginita: “I think I was tricked into riding alone by evil men so I would be captured by the enemy. . . “

Xenor: “Forgive me your Majesty, but I found every one of them and I assure you, they will trouble us no more”

Queen Virginita: “Thank you Xenor, and thank you and your soldiers for rescuing me without any thought for their own safety. You will all receive the highest honours and be richly rewarded”

Then she did something unprecedented, she raised her hand for Xenor to touch

Xenor with heart thumping: “Your Majesty, I am your lowly servant, I am not allowed to touch . . . “

Queen Virginita: “Xenor! I make the rules, so if you would like to, please hold my arm and kiss my hand . . . .”

Xenor desparately: “Your Majesty, I must not! You will have to find another servant as I confess that I, a mere servant, have feelings for you that only a royal lover is allowed!

When I saw you naked on the cross and how you bravely bore the pain, I fell hopelessly in love with you. I must go now. I am so sorry, I have failed you”

Queen Virginita: “Go? Failed? My dearest, my own magnificent Xenor, do you not realise that I too have strong feelings for you? My tender thoughts of you gave me the strength to resist when suffering the vile tortures in the Roman dungeons. Then when I hung on the cross, thinking all was lost, I pictured only you, as I wanted to hold you in my heart right to my dying breath . . . .

But you ignored all danger to rescue me. It was you who pulled out the nails. You released me from the cross. Has any woman ever received such devotion? Could I ever find another as brave and loyal as you? I always knew you were devoted to me by the way you looked at me. Now please, do not fail me now, kiss my hand . . . . .“

Xenor’s heart nearly burst with joy and he gently held her arm, taking care not to touch her wounded wrist, and softly kissed her hand. He thought “Is this a dream? Could I really be the object of my Queen’s love? Surely she will realise her folly and send me away” but she dispelled his doubts by saying: “. . . . and please don’t stop kissing me until I fall asleep”

Tears rolled down Xenor’s cheeks as he gently held her arm and caressed each of her fingers in turn with his moist lips . . . . and of course he continued to kiss her long after she had fallen asleep

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Yes! Warm and touching !
 
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! :D​
 
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