Are you fucking crazy!!!!!
Is this really a thing--ladies having their clits stung! Whoa! Better have an epi pen handy, just in case.
I wonder what her clit looked like about 30 min later?
This could give a crucified gal a quick release from her agony if she's especially sensitive to insect stings. I can imagine the guards at an execution talking:
"What do you mean, she's dead? She was just crucified, about an hour ago. Who fucked up?" The decurion in charge was not happy.
"Um, no one sir. She's a healthy young bitch. They always last the longest. She was good for all day, at least. Probably all night too."
"Are you sure? No healthy bitch dies that soon! Fuck! I've seen old whores last a couple of days. Somebody must have fucked up! Did she bleed out?"
"No sir. The nails were properly placed and hammered tight. I supervised the nailing myself. She barely bled at all once hanging. Has a cornu up her ass and was given plenty of water, too. Was barely scourged at all. Just ten strokes across her back and ass. She should've lasted..."
"I know! I know! You already fucking said that!" The decurion shot back at his underling with considerable irritation now. Just what he fucking needed. A girl dead too soon. "Let me take a look at her," he snarled. He was thinking she might have just fainted and was still alive. Sometimes the crucified look dead when they ain't. Give 'em a good poke in the armpits or pussy with a sharp stick and they come around back to consciousness.
The decurion stood in front of the dead girl's cross. Her body was hanging down from her arms. Her head was dropped to her chest. Not a bit of motion in her ample tits. Big tits always tremble a bit when a bitch is still alive, even if she's passed out. One way to tell. But this one is obviously dead. He'd seen enough dead bodies in his army career to know from a live one. Her legs are splayed apart. Her wastes are piled on the ground. She's off her cornu. But that doesn't kill. The crucified pull off their cornus all the time, only to reinsert when their thighs and shoulders get exhausted. Why did this bitch die so soon?
He looks around. The crowd is restless. This bitch was a beauty--young, slender, long legs, big tits. She was supposed to be the center of attention all day. The crowd doesn't like it that she's fucking dead already! Things could get ugly. This was supposed to be an all day spectacle.
Looking closely, the decurion notices that her face appears a bit puffy. He saw her earlier, before she was nailed. She didn't look like that. Odd. She has patches of raised skin in her crotch and on her inner thighs. Across her abdomen too. He's seen this before. He asks for a stick. He pokes at her crotch. "Fuck me!" He exclaims. "You ever see a clit that fucking big before?"
The underling peers into her crotch too, getting a good look at her snatch. "No sir! That's one big clit all right."
The decurion pokes with the stick. "I think I know what happened here. She was . . . "
Just then a bee flies out from between her swollen pussy lips, then another. Soon half a dozen or so. The decurion backs away, not wanting to get stung. He waves the stick at the flying pests, but one lands on his neck. As he swats at it with his hand he feels the burning sting. The crowd nearby backs away too. Everyone starts talking about the bees flying out of this girl's pussy. Lots of jokes about bees knowing where to find their honey.
The decurion hopes the crowd finds this novelty a distraction from the girl's premature death. He tells his underling to just leave her hanging for now.
He marches down the hill, heading for the . . .
Suddenly he can't breathe. His throat is swelling shut. He drops to the ground, his hand around his neck and eyes bulging as he gasps for breath.