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Assistant executioner
Deborah has been sentenced to transportation to the Middle Ages where she will be placed in the harshest of all the Inquisitors realms. Where no female has ever been acquitted of the moral sin of carnal relations with the Devil and all his perverted disciples. She is stripped on the spot and her nipples go rock hard as the surrounding clergy in all their finery stare at he nude form and mutter dark things about her. She is doomed. "Take her to meet her executioner" as rough hands grope her body she is already covered in sweat "take her to meet our men in the cellars" as she is brought to face her destiny, on the horse:
"They will know exactly what to do with such a lewd and sinful wench as this" as she presents her self looking at the fearsome and enormous structure. How will she ever straddle that! Her chest is heaving, she feels her juices betraying her anticipation of humiliation and pain as she stands watching the men prepare for her mounting.
"Turn and show us your anus witch" as she opens up her bottom for the men to examine her judging her between her legs for suitability for the sharp horses edge which she will now mount, the last time her soft female parts between her legs will look like this. Their total destruction is imminent in this harshest of all Inquisitors domains.
Pity the girl who has been condemned by these trials, they will suffer the most cruel and severe of all tortures. Indescribable things will be visited on Deborahs naked body as she looks down form her lofty vantage point riding the horse of pain as the men attach the first set of weights to her delicate ankles. She puts her head back as the agony sets in "oh my god" she exclaims....
"They will know exactly what to do with such a lewd and sinful wench as this" as she presents her self looking at the fearsome and enormous structure. How will she ever straddle that! Her chest is heaving, she feels her juices betraying her anticipation of humiliation and pain as she stands watching the men prepare for her mounting.
"Turn and show us your anus witch" as she opens up her bottom for the men to examine her judging her between her legs for suitability for the sharp horses edge which she will now mount, the last time her soft female parts between her legs will look like this. Their total destruction is imminent in this harshest of all Inquisitors domains.
Pity the girl who has been condemned by these trials, they will suffer the most cruel and severe of all tortures. Indescribable things will be visited on Deborahs naked body as she looks down form her lofty vantage point riding the horse of pain as the men attach the first set of weights to her delicate ankles. She puts her head back as the agony sets in "oh my god" she exclaims....
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Please always with a title/headline, Oranges!Deborah has been sentenced to transportation to the Middle Ages where she will be placed in the harshest of all the Inquisitors realms. Where no female has ever been acquitted of the moral sin of carnal relations with the Devil and all his perverted disciples. She is stripped on the spot and her nipples go rock hard as the surrounding clergy in all their finery stare at he nude form and mutter dark things about her. She is doomed. "Take her to meet her executioner" as rough hands grope her body she is already covered in sweat "take her to meet our men in the cellars" as she is brought to face her destiny, on the horse:
"They will know exactly what to do with such a lewd and sinful wench as this" as she presents her self looking at the fearsome and enormous structure. How will she ever straddle that! Her chest is heaving, she feels her juices betraying her anticipation of humiliation and pain as she stands watching the men prepare for her mounting.
"Turn and show us your anus witch" as she opens up her bottom for the men to examine her judging her between her legs for suitability for the sharp horses edge which she will now mount, the last time her soft female parts between her legs will look like this. Their total destruction is imminent in this harshest of all Inquisitors domains.
Pity the girl who has been condemned by these trials, they will suffer the most cruel and severe of all tortures. Indescribable things will be visited on Deborahs naked body as she looks down form her lofty vantage point riding the horse of pain as the men attach the first set of weights to her delicate ankles. She puts her head back as the agony sets in "oh my god" she exclaims....
oranges
Assistant executioner
Wow yes i see what you mean, that would be great the lying down naked as the basis I guess, she would look perfect writhing on the cross !
Harsh Martinet
Consul
Deborah has been sentenced to transportation to the Middle Ages where she will be placed in the harshest of all the Inquisitors realms. Where no female has ever been acquitted of the moral sin of carnal relations with the Devil and all his perverted disciples. She is stripped on the spot and her nipples go rock hard as the surrounding clergy in all their finery stare at he nude form and mutter dark things about her. She is doomed. "Take her to meet her executioner" as rough hands grope her body she is already covered in sweat "take her to meet our men in the cellars" as she is brought to face her destiny, on the horse:
"They will know exactly what to do with such a lewd and sinful wench as this" as she presents her self looking at the fearsome and enormous structure. How will she ever straddle that! Her chest is heaving, she feels her juices betraying her anticipation of humiliation and pain as she stands watching the men prepare for her mounting.
"Turn and show us your anus witch" as she opens up her bottom for the men to examine her judging her between her legs for suitability for the sharp horses edge which she will now mount, the last time her soft female parts between her legs will look like this. Their total destruction is imminent in this harshest of all Inquisitors domains.
Pity the girl who has been condemned by these trials, they will suffer the most cruel and severe of all tortures. Indescribable things will be visited on Deborahs naked body as she looks down form her lofty vantage point riding the horse of pain as the men attach the first set of weights to her delicate ankles. She puts her head back as the agony sets in "oh my god" she exclaims....
The henchmen will have apply some serious force to the pincers when it's time to squeeze THOSE nipples!!!
oranges
Assistant executioner
The Inquisition and her Nipples
(Thanks again Harsh Martinet)
She is now in the bowels of the Inquisitors lair, with no prospect of rescue or escape. This is the moment of agony. She is totally bare and vulnerable, her thighs are coated in her juices as the evil men in the shadows circle her menacingly. They are discussing how to get the maximum torment inflicted on that amazing body.
She stands arms apart looking intently at the cloaked figure who is approaching her with a fearful looking metal device. Three feet long and spattered in blood these vicious claws purposefully designed and crafted to fit a woman delicate body. "present you harlot breasts, push them to meet your Inquisitor, through your vile nipples we will extract the truth of your experiences with Satan and you will tell us how and in every way he defiled you" she shivered as the cold metal clamped around her left nipple looking down at the squashed nub her mouth open in disbelief. "Tell me whore, did you have the devils cock in your body?" he looked at her expression of shock and disbelief at such a lewd and obscene suggestion. Closing down now on the very tip of the teat he continued; "tell us all assembled here today of every hole he defiled, of very orifice he explored..."
"Oh my god" she mouthed as the pincers closed on the nipple .....
(Thanks again Harsh Martinet)
She is now in the bowels of the Inquisitors lair, with no prospect of rescue or escape. This is the moment of agony. She is totally bare and vulnerable, her thighs are coated in her juices as the evil men in the shadows circle her menacingly. They are discussing how to get the maximum torment inflicted on that amazing body.
She stands arms apart looking intently at the cloaked figure who is approaching her with a fearful looking metal device. Three feet long and spattered in blood these vicious claws purposefully designed and crafted to fit a woman delicate body. "present you harlot breasts, push them to meet your Inquisitor, through your vile nipples we will extract the truth of your experiences with Satan and you will tell us how and in every way he defiled you" she shivered as the cold metal clamped around her left nipple looking down at the squashed nub her mouth open in disbelief. "Tell me whore, did you have the devils cock in your body?" he looked at her expression of shock and disbelief at such a lewd and obscene suggestion. Closing down now on the very tip of the teat he continued; "tell us all assembled here today of every hole he defiled, of very orifice he explored..."
"Oh my god" she mouthed as the pincers closed on the nipple .....
KvK
Tribune
Nice!
I am late to this thread, but I have some suggestions.
Put a blindfold on her.
Pound four pegs into the sand, then bind her wrists and ankles to these pegs.
Tickle torture her for hours with your fingers and tongue.
Then, just when she thinks she cannot take any more, she feels a highly skilled tongue working her labia and clitoris. She is instantly at peak arousal, the fiendish tickling having turned her on.
Seconds later, she has a supernova of an orgasm. But she is surprised to hear your voice so near your head. Despite the raw surge that just coursed through her body, she still has enough sense to wonder how you got from her nether region to her face so quick.
You take the blindfold off. She sees it was not you that gave cunnilingus.
It was her best friend who is as naked as her, smiling, her cum on her lips.
She is enraged. Her rage mounts as you start fucking her best friend, with her best friend`s head on her belly. Her impotent pulling and struggling at her bondage only turns you and her best friend on more.
You and her best friend cum. So does she.
Then, you and her best friend walk away, leaving her to bake in her own cum. She is enraged again. As she curses you out at the top of her lungs, she cums once more, then falls into an exhuasted sleep right then and there.
Yes, but let me a bit time more. You knowing the reason.
oranges
Assistant executioner
Wow, I mean WOW !
Thank you KvK for an entirely erotic story, great concept; love the inability to influence events around her and the sheer humiliation and frustration she would suffer lying there like that. This has given me a few more ideas around the primitive capture, jungle, tribal theme perhaps. A naked staked out woman about to undergo slow torture, the build up from your excellent chapter to something more sinister, still covered in cum and sweat, found by a passing group of sadists ....
I will work on that ! Thank you again !!
Thank you KvK for an entirely erotic story, great concept; love the inability to influence events around her and the sheer humiliation and frustration she would suffer lying there like that. This has given me a few more ideas around the primitive capture, jungle, tribal theme perhaps. A naked staked out woman about to undergo slow torture, the build up from your excellent chapter to something more sinister, still covered in cum and sweat, found by a passing group of sadists ....
I will work on that ! Thank you again !!
oranges
Assistant executioner
A Colonial Fornicator
The gossip, the furtive looks and then; the accusations. Her past sexual exploits are about to finally catch up with this wanton and miscreant woman. She will rue the day she screamed her orgasmic cry the night the husband of her accuser unleashed his list and pumped his hot seed deep into her body. Little did she realise she was being watched whilst breeding with another married man of the village. Her naked sweat sheen body writhing on the mans hard shaft, her head flung back her long hair flailing as he holds her by the breasts. Controlling her by the nipples in his fingers, the nipples that are now so prominent, so obscene that they will soon condemn her. The hard nipples that will be exposed in the square the following day as her slip is rendered from her body, pulled down almost to the point where her privates and bottom crack is exposed to the gathering crowd.
A crowd who followed her out of the court house, summarily sentenced in under an hour. The accusers lining up to condemn this harlot. That was then, now she is now stripped to the waist.
Her betraying nipples again hard on her porminet breasts as the men in the crowd who have had this whore look on in memory of her body and what she allowed them to do with it. The women scolding and spitting at the fornicatior.
Deborah turns to look at her jealous accuser, she is proud of her body and how she has given it to the menfolk, who now all look on aghast, the fear of being identified as one of the many who have taken this amazing looking woman. She looks around them all but keeps her counsel. She knows who they are, every one of them. She remembers their cocks, she remembers their lust for her. She remembers how hard they were, and how hard they will be again when she gets through this and offers herself, striped and sore and submissively horny for them all.
She knows the inevitable is about to happen as she is ordered to show herself. Arms above her head pushing out her tits, this is the moment they will take her and lead her to the post. The whipping post, an object of fear that she looked at every day as she thought of herself being tied to that fearful object. Ever since she was a girl she knew inside she wanted to be up there, on show, punished.
That day had now come. She was to be whipped and then branded as a fornicator. Her juices were trickling and her chest heaving as the henchman whispered in her ear "there now my lovely just take hold whilst we fix you up"
"Please sir" she looked at him with her best coquettish look "please dont be too harsh with me sir" as she couldn't resist "I will make it worth your while ... if you spare me your worst" as he leered at her thought to himself that once this was over him and ten others would rape her in her cells that night, at least ten, probably more.
As she volunteered up her wrists she felt the roughness of the pole on her soft body. She would be tied free enough to allow the executioner full access to the whole top of her body and her flanks as he uncoiled the bullwhip it fell to the floor with a noticeable thud, the sound of leather, heavy leather that would soon be making its way through the air to impact that soft naked back. She was so small, the post was so big, she made an easy target.
His aim true as he deftly coursed the tip across the girls back and to the side of her right breast. His aim was true as the breast lifted with the force of the stripe. She looked down at herself and saw the redness growing. He had judged the length well, just three inches shy of the nipple.
"Oh my god" Deborah shrieked as the next crack caught her full across the back as three feet of the tip whipped round full on the meat of the breast again and the vicious end placed itself right on the the nub of the nipple which reacted obscenely by bouncing to the side, carried across her chest to meet the other breast as they collided.
The crowd were awe struck as Deborah pulled on her bonds and twisted in vain to avoid the whips incessant strikes on her lovely pale and delicate upper body.
The men who had already taken her were now erect, remembering what they did to her. The men who wished they had taken her the same. The executioner and all the henchmen were so hard they nearly came in their breeches. Saving themselves for their reward with this whore in the cells was not going to be easy, so erotic was Deborah and her dance of pain.
The gossip, the furtive looks and then; the accusations. Her past sexual exploits are about to finally catch up with this wanton and miscreant woman. She will rue the day she screamed her orgasmic cry the night the husband of her accuser unleashed his list and pumped his hot seed deep into her body. Little did she realise she was being watched whilst breeding with another married man of the village. Her naked sweat sheen body writhing on the mans hard shaft, her head flung back her long hair flailing as he holds her by the breasts. Controlling her by the nipples in his fingers, the nipples that are now so prominent, so obscene that they will soon condemn her. The hard nipples that will be exposed in the square the following day as her slip is rendered from her body, pulled down almost to the point where her privates and bottom crack is exposed to the gathering crowd.
A crowd who followed her out of the court house, summarily sentenced in under an hour. The accusers lining up to condemn this harlot. That was then, now she is now stripped to the waist.
Her betraying nipples again hard on her porminet breasts as the men in the crowd who have had this whore look on in memory of her body and what she allowed them to do with it. The women scolding and spitting at the fornicatior.
Deborah turns to look at her jealous accuser, she is proud of her body and how she has given it to the menfolk, who now all look on aghast, the fear of being identified as one of the many who have taken this amazing looking woman. She looks around them all but keeps her counsel. She knows who they are, every one of them. She remembers their cocks, she remembers their lust for her. She remembers how hard they were, and how hard they will be again when she gets through this and offers herself, striped and sore and submissively horny for them all.
She knows the inevitable is about to happen as she is ordered to show herself. Arms above her head pushing out her tits, this is the moment they will take her and lead her to the post. The whipping post, an object of fear that she looked at every day as she thought of herself being tied to that fearful object. Ever since she was a girl she knew inside she wanted to be up there, on show, punished.
That day had now come. She was to be whipped and then branded as a fornicator. Her juices were trickling and her chest heaving as the henchman whispered in her ear "there now my lovely just take hold whilst we fix you up"
"Please sir" she looked at him with her best coquettish look "please dont be too harsh with me sir" as she couldn't resist "I will make it worth your while ... if you spare me your worst" as he leered at her thought to himself that once this was over him and ten others would rape her in her cells that night, at least ten, probably more.
As she volunteered up her wrists she felt the roughness of the pole on her soft body. She would be tied free enough to allow the executioner full access to the whole top of her body and her flanks as he uncoiled the bullwhip it fell to the floor with a noticeable thud, the sound of leather, heavy leather that would soon be making its way through the air to impact that soft naked back. She was so small, the post was so big, she made an easy target.
His aim true as he deftly coursed the tip across the girls back and to the side of her right breast. His aim was true as the breast lifted with the force of the stripe. She looked down at herself and saw the redness growing. He had judged the length well, just three inches shy of the nipple.
"Oh my god" Deborah shrieked as the next crack caught her full across the back as three feet of the tip whipped round full on the meat of the breast again and the vicious end placed itself right on the the nub of the nipple which reacted obscenely by bouncing to the side, carried across her chest to meet the other breast as they collided.
The crowd were awe struck as Deborah pulled on her bonds and twisted in vain to avoid the whips incessant strikes on her lovely pale and delicate upper body.
The men who had already taken her were now erect, remembering what they did to her. The men who wished they had taken her the same. The executioner and all the henchmen were so hard they nearly came in their breeches. Saving themselves for their reward with this whore in the cells was not going to be easy, so erotic was Deborah and her dance of pain.
toxidomaskjr
Magistrate
Interesting thread!
oranges
Assistant executioner
Deborah at the Whipping Post
The marks were now building all across her delicate and beautifully formed shoulders, down her curved back to the very tip of the gap that forms her hips and her rear. The Executioner is a master of placement, every stroke just the right strength, not too firm but firm enough. Forty strokes is a a lot with this the heaviest of all the punishment whips, more suited to a wench with a bigger more solid frame than this petite waif. Rarely has he been distracted from his task of inflicting the maximum punishment to any girl brought before the post, but the sheer erotcicsim of this scene he finds himself playing out is messing with his aim, and stiffening his cock.
The crowd are in a high state of excitement, moving between absolute silence as Deborah attempts to speak and plead to gasps as the whip transcends the open air on its way to its next encounter with her taught body. To the moans form the assembled as the men touch themselves.
This is not at all what the Judge ordered. The judicial punishment so rapidly turning into some sort of public orgy !
His arm comes back and then forward as the next sharp crisp stoke connects with her body, lower down on her waist it snakes around and places a lovely red hued strip across her flat and taught belly. This illicits a wriggle and a moan. A moan that is interpreted in one section of the increasingly packed crowd as a precursor to her orgasm. Whether it is or not is irrelevant as two women who are being discreetly groped in the front row shudder and cum. Deborah cranes her neck and looks down with a knowing smile at her two sisters only to be brought back as the next stroke lands an inch above the first.
As she thrusts her head back opening her mouth wide no sound is heard...
"Turn the bitch, let us all see!" is the call from the opposite side of the dais "Yes show her, show us that belly and her nipples" as the calls mount for the second act to be even more lewd than the first. Deborah mouths to herself "god, not my front" secretly dripping more down her already soaked legs.
As the whip is placed in brine for a short inetrlude as the henchmen, to a man they rush the stage and with hands all over her body quickly re-string this harlot of a woman to face away from the post.
There are more mutterings from the crowd and a general level of heightened expectation as the final poistioning is completed. Deborah has a look on her face of amazement. Both from the predicament she now finds herself in and the enormous number of people who have filled the square. Many more faces she now recognises ! Men or their wives; and it is hard to determine who is smiling more, the men who have had sex with her easily discernible from their furtive looks ! The women expressions formed form a mix of revenged admiration and outright jealousy.
This woman in front of them clearly has the finest figure of any. They are jealous, not of the marks on that fine form, but just plain jealous...they look at her, look back at the open mouthed men and fume.
There is a knowing look from the Executioer as he takes the whip from the barrel and slashes it wildly through the air above his head. Salty brine flies in all directions and soaks poor Deborah across her face and her breasts. The crowd spit their lips as the water splashes them as well.
He rests. She is breathing ever more heavily lifting her chest and glistening breasts, rising rhythmically up and down. Up and down. He stares at her, as a matador to a beast. She is his objective. She is quiet, anticipatory, focussed and soaked.
Without a word spoken a single trusted henchman approaches slowly. This is the pause, he has instructions. Silence.
He stands directly in front of the stein naked woman and because of her lynched position she is almost at eye level with this filthy pervert. He takes her drawstring and pulls. As the crinoline softly falls to the timbers she is at last bared
Naked.
There is an audible gasp from the entire crowd as they stare mesmerised at her amazing beauty. Totally bared Deborah twistS her left leg over her right as if trying to cover her sex, as she does so a sheen of damp inner thigh flashes in the sun.
And as the executioner shuffles his position she pushes out her wet soaking tits, those hard dark perfectly formed nipples marking themselves as the twin aiming points for his leather.
The marks were now building all across her delicate and beautifully formed shoulders, down her curved back to the very tip of the gap that forms her hips and her rear. The Executioner is a master of placement, every stroke just the right strength, not too firm but firm enough. Forty strokes is a a lot with this the heaviest of all the punishment whips, more suited to a wench with a bigger more solid frame than this petite waif. Rarely has he been distracted from his task of inflicting the maximum punishment to any girl brought before the post, but the sheer erotcicsim of this scene he finds himself playing out is messing with his aim, and stiffening his cock.
The crowd are in a high state of excitement, moving between absolute silence as Deborah attempts to speak and plead to gasps as the whip transcends the open air on its way to its next encounter with her taught body. To the moans form the assembled as the men touch themselves.
This is not at all what the Judge ordered. The judicial punishment so rapidly turning into some sort of public orgy !
His arm comes back and then forward as the next sharp crisp stoke connects with her body, lower down on her waist it snakes around and places a lovely red hued strip across her flat and taught belly. This illicits a wriggle and a moan. A moan that is interpreted in one section of the increasingly packed crowd as a precursor to her orgasm. Whether it is or not is irrelevant as two women who are being discreetly groped in the front row shudder and cum. Deborah cranes her neck and looks down with a knowing smile at her two sisters only to be brought back as the next stroke lands an inch above the first.
As she thrusts her head back opening her mouth wide no sound is heard...
"Turn the bitch, let us all see!" is the call from the opposite side of the dais "Yes show her, show us that belly and her nipples" as the calls mount for the second act to be even more lewd than the first. Deborah mouths to herself "god, not my front" secretly dripping more down her already soaked legs.
As the whip is placed in brine for a short inetrlude as the henchmen, to a man they rush the stage and with hands all over her body quickly re-string this harlot of a woman to face away from the post.
There are more mutterings from the crowd and a general level of heightened expectation as the final poistioning is completed. Deborah has a look on her face of amazement. Both from the predicament she now finds herself in and the enormous number of people who have filled the square. Many more faces she now recognises ! Men or their wives; and it is hard to determine who is smiling more, the men who have had sex with her easily discernible from their furtive looks ! The women expressions formed form a mix of revenged admiration and outright jealousy.
This woman in front of them clearly has the finest figure of any. They are jealous, not of the marks on that fine form, but just plain jealous...they look at her, look back at the open mouthed men and fume.
There is a knowing look from the Executioer as he takes the whip from the barrel and slashes it wildly through the air above his head. Salty brine flies in all directions and soaks poor Deborah across her face and her breasts. The crowd spit their lips as the water splashes them as well.
He rests. She is breathing ever more heavily lifting her chest and glistening breasts, rising rhythmically up and down. Up and down. He stares at her, as a matador to a beast. She is his objective. She is quiet, anticipatory, focussed and soaked.
Without a word spoken a single trusted henchman approaches slowly. This is the pause, he has instructions. Silence.
He stands directly in front of the stein naked woman and because of her lynched position she is almost at eye level with this filthy pervert. He takes her drawstring and pulls. As the crinoline softly falls to the timbers she is at last bared
Naked.
There is an audible gasp from the entire crowd as they stare mesmerised at her amazing beauty. Totally bared Deborah twistS her left leg over her right as if trying to cover her sex, as she does so a sheen of damp inner thigh flashes in the sun.
And as the executioner shuffles his position she pushes out her wet soaking tits, those hard dark perfectly formed nipples marking themselves as the twin aiming points for his leather.
oranges
Assistant executioner
An Unexpected Crucifixion
Deborah has served for many passaged as a galley slave aboard the imperial fleets Triremes. She has now been without clothes for over two years. Nudity is normal. She is marked connately by lashes and whips and canes, her body a testimony to her sinful behaviour. The work is incredibly arduous and for many raves too much as they succumb and are thrown to sharks.
One day a calamitous event overtakes all on board resulting in the shipwreck of her Trireme. The ship is damaged beyond repair and is scuttled off the coast as the crew make for safety ignoring the pleas of the many female slaves. In one of the most bizarre sights imaginable naked women are now washing up on the surrounding shores. Dozens of them.
Most of these girls are approaching their ends or are dead anyway, the toll of their abject years of slavery and starvation aboard the vessels of the fleet.
The local garrison is scrambled to hunt the girls down with strict orders to execute them on site. There must be no evidence of the ships misfortune left. Once killed three bodies will be burned.
Deborah is lying unclocsious on the shoreline the waves pushing her further to land. She is alive and somehow has been spared. The first of the garrisons foot soldiers approaches they stop and stare; she clearly looks very different from the other emaciated women. An amazing figure, upturned nipples on full chest and so well toned and desirable.
She wakes startled and the questions startled folding era legs to hide her sex
When asked why she is not like the other emaciated bitches she confesses her role on ship was; 'not like the common slaves on the oars'
She tells the soldiers she was the ships whore and gave herself to the entire crew every day of her capture and far into the night. Her only respite being in battle when she was guarded in the belief that she might be captured, so legendary and prized was her pussy. A pussy that would fetch a goodly ransom. This was the cause of the wreck as the Trirme was targeted by the enemies of the empire, to capture and plunder their cargo; including the prized whore Deborah.
They cannot believe their luck! The legendary Deborah has washed ashore ! As they march her away she knows she is in for a day of hard raping and consoles herself in the sure knowledge that she can take all of them in her stride.
They march the naked harlot away discussing the lewd and sadistic things they have planned for her. Deborah listened intently and secretly stirs her libido, sone of the things they are discussing she has not done before.....but then the foot soldiers stop. Deborah is preparing to lay down and open her legs as the men undo their britches and prepare their penises. Suddenly a messenger arrives looking flustered ....an officer is coming to inspect the progress of the executions of the women.
Word comes of the imminent arrival of the Centurion. They put their cocks away and take out their other tools. She must hurry !
She is told to follow their orders and lie down quickly as they proceed to invite her to the cross. They need to nail and hoist her as soon as they can. Deborah feels a rush of excitement as she voluntarily lays down....
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Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Excellent work @oranges . Deborah is one sexy, and very hapless, lady! For me then being impaled is the 'thing'. Mounted on a cross, her body writhing to free itself of the intrusive sedile biting deep into her squirming body, her cries of agony just tinged a little with something more ... pleasurable ...
