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Kathy breaks the law
- Thread starter thehangingtree
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Ewwwwww ... Try activating the automatic screen washing function.
I spent my last week or so alive in the rented obsolete prison I now hang crucified in front of. I thought I would be looked upon with some sort of sympathy but my nailed naked body hanging from the cross bores most of the crowd. They have thinned out and there is less than fifty drunks hanging around to look at me suffer stretched on the cross.
They are the fucking perverts waiting to see me piss or shit again. What does it matter?
The damn bugs crawl into my nose and ears- I spit them from my mouth- and I don’t know what the hell in gnawing at my cunt. There is nothing I can do about any of this. I am spiked to this cross and can barely move and it hurts when I do! This sucks…
-Kathy
They are the fucking perverts waiting to see me piss or shit again. What does it matter?
The damn bugs crawl into my nose and ears- I spit them from my mouth- and I don’t know what the hell in gnawing at my cunt. There is nothing I can do about any of this. I am spiked to this cross and can barely move and it hurts when I do! This sucks…
-Kathy
I'll have to get one of those. Then I'll feel relieved to have protection from the "elements".
Kathy will just feel relieved . . . . .
Relieving yourself in public in full view of the crowd is pretty degrading. But hanging there while bugs crawl all over your exposed and helpless body, tasting the juices that you freely excrete from pores, mouth etc, is not only degrading but very uncomfortable and maddeningly irritating.
And endlessly entertaining to the viewers.
Kathy
Terra Nova Tramp
They are the fucking perverts waiting to see me piss or shit again. What does it matter?
The damn bugs crawl into my nose and ears- I spit them from my mouth- and I don’t know what the hell in gnawing at my cunt. There is nothing I can do about any of this. I am spiked to this cross and can barely move and it hurts when I do! This sucks…
I am now attractive to the insects that crawl over and inside my body.Maybe when I pee I will wash some out of my pussy.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Talk about your "perky" nipples!!
Then the ‘oh shit’ moment arrives. I have to relieve my bowels! It is both necessary and humiliating. I wiggle my hips to the side and grunt as I shit hanging above the crowd.
Kathy
Terra Nova Tramp
Talk about your "perky" nipples!!
Stop looking at them , can't you tell I'm suffering?
Suffering greatly indeed! Let us read on...
Kathy has been crucified for almost seven hours. The unrelenting pull of her body on her arms is wearing her down. Breathing is a struggle with her chest stretched and squeezing her lungs. The large crowd that watched the early hours has thinned as people leave to go on with their lives. The three spikes holding Kathy to the cross insure she will be there for the whole horrible event.
How long does it take to die on this damn thing? I might die of dehydration if I don’t get water. My arms are worn out and my broken feet hurt too much to help support my body. I am the dying prisoner of this cross and worse yet soon it will be dark!
-Kathy
no...
The sun is setting. The crowd has dissipated and there are only a few guards left to insure no one rescues or mercifully kill me before the cross does.
I am illuminated by a single floodlight. It warms the front of my body but my backside is chilled by the cool night air.
Boredom mixes with the pain that wracks my body. The floodlight blinds my vision. It is going to be a long painful night.
The night drags on and I feel weaker with each passing moment. I begin to wish I could die…
“…Kathy… Kathy… Wake up!”
I blink and see the darkness is starting to fade. I must have passed out. The cowboy stands below me and says “I don’t think you’ve got much left in you.”
‘No shit’ I think…
-Kathy
I am illuminated by a single floodlight. It warms the front of my body but my backside is chilled by the cool night air.
Boredom mixes with the pain that wracks my body. The floodlight blinds my vision. It is going to be a long painful night.
The night drags on and I feel weaker with each passing moment. I begin to wish I could die…
“…Kathy… Kathy… Wake up!”
I blink and see the darkness is starting to fade. I must have passed out. The cowboy stands below me and says “I don’t think you’ve got much left in you.”
‘No shit’ I think…
-Kathy
Kathy
Terra Nova Tramp
blink and see the darkness is starting to fade. I must have passed out. The cowboy stands below me and says “I don’t think you’ve got much left in you.”
‘No shit’ I think…
It's hard to speak , I manage to say water
a TV show I think... maybe news?!?!?!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
She makes a great fantasy for abuse or Crux!
She has played the convicted defendant for a few characters in my threads...
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Yes. She would be allowed on tumbler!She has played the convicted defendant for a few characters in my threads...
It is well into the second day of Kathy Summer’s execution. She has not been given any food and only a few sips of water from a sponge on a pike held up to her mouth. Don’t think she is being shown any mercy. RR Video Productions was disappointed that Kathy could hardly moan with her parched dry throat and that wasn’t helping pay-per-view subscriptions.
I don’t even try to move much anymore. I hurt too damn much. I’m ready to quit. My chest hurts with each beat of my heart. Each breath has become a labor I have never fought so hard to take. Cramps have attacked every muscle I have. Even holding my head up is difficult but if I don’t breathing becomes even harder to do.
It is getting late on the second day of Kathy’s crucifixion. Blood loss, hunger, and thirst conspire with the torture of the cross and exposure to the elements. Pain torments her mind. In a fit of panic she violently struggles to pull free from the spikes.
(gif by Bartnel)
The spikes win the battle and Kathy tears muscles in her chest and arms. She slumps down and moans “I am finished…”
Moments later her head rolls forward.
Kathy’s suffering ends with her death.
The End
I don’t even try to move much anymore. I hurt too damn much. I’m ready to quit. My chest hurts with each beat of my heart. Each breath has become a labor I have never fought so hard to take. Cramps have attacked every muscle I have. Even holding my head up is difficult but if I don’t breathing becomes even harder to do.
It is getting late on the second day of Kathy’s crucifixion. Blood loss, hunger, and thirst conspire with the torture of the cross and exposure to the elements. Pain torments her mind. In a fit of panic she violently struggles to pull free from the spikes.
(gif by Bartnel)The spikes win the battle and Kathy tears muscles in her chest and arms. She slumps down and moans “I am finished…”
Moments later her head rolls forward.
Kathy’s suffering ends with her death.
The End
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
So sad.Love your red hair, girl!
True sympathy seems to be in short supply around here
