Cella
Spectator
Marcella’s intense, erotic dreams of crucifixion stay fresh in her mind for the rest of the next day. She finds it so easy to sexually arouse herself by simply recalling details of the dream in which she is crucified in front of a crowd of spectators. She tries so hard to recall the feelings she had while hanging, how wonderful it felt to be stretched out naked and exposed, her most intimate parts—breasts and pussy—on lurid display before strangers. It thrills her to think about it, even as she knows that the reality of being actually crucified--to be nailed naked a cross--would be anything other than a complete horror filled with the most unimaginable agony and humiliation. Aware of the reality of crucifixion, how can she be so accepting of it, so desirous of it, in her fantasies? She shudders at the thought of actually being nailed to a cross. It is a horror and terror beyond belief. Yet, there is this fantastical idea of it as a sexual experience that seems so real to her.
Oh, and that second dream, in which she sees herself grinning with erotic pleasure as she helplessly hangs naked on a cross! It makes her heart race and her pussy get so wet! She prays she has that dream again, and again, and again.
The details of her mother and sister appearing in her erotic nightmare of a dream, though, are very strange, even unsettling. They were the only people she knew in her dream. All others were strangers.
What did it mean to have her mother tell her she was a “bad daughter”? She wasn’t! She and her mother get along well, they have a loving relationship. Why did her mother say such horrible words to her as she lay on the ground, nailed to the crossbeam? Marcella finds it disturbing to recall that part of the dream. Is there something in her relationship with her mother that was given voice in her dream? Something that she’s not consciously aware of but is nonetheless buried in her mind and only brought out in her erotic dream state? She would have difficulty being with her mother after having this dream. Does her mother really feel like that about her? Sure, they had the usual mother-daughter difficulties and differences when she was growing up, but all that is behind them now. (Or is it?) She’s a dutiful daughter. She loves her mother! Marcella fears there is something unsaid between them, some air that needs to be cleared. Her erotic dream just brought it to the surface of her consciousness. But what could it be?
The appearance of her sister is not quite as disturbing, but still strange. Though Marcella cannot recall any specific dream, she knows Thessela—as well as her mother—has made an appearance in her dreams before. But she never awoke with any concerns about their relationship. They love each other! They fought when younger, as sibling often do, but Thessela and she never had a serious falling out. Hurt feelings were always healed over quickly. Mother saw to that. Marcella adores her older sister! She looks up to her, admiring her intelligence, her practical ways, her confidence, and the way she treats others. Thessela is so like their mother in that respect. Why, then, would Thessela have appeared in her dream with such a disdainful, bitchy attitude towards her? Wait! In the dream, Thessela is looking up at her hanging on the cross. Is that an important detail? That Thessela was “looking up” to her?
Marcella knows she is more attractive than her sister. Thessela’s looks are wholesome enough, but she’s not nearly as pretty as she herself is. Marcella smiles inwardly realizing she got her mother’s good looks, not Thessela. Men have always been attracted to her. She matured early, achieving a womanly figure by the age of 14. She only has to watch men’s eyes settle on her full breasts moving inside her tunic top as they walk by her in the street to know the power she possesses over them. Marcella is proud of how men are attracted to her. She never considered binding her full breasts in any way to make them less obvious. She loves all her feminine charms and takes great advantage of them.
Thessela is a little taller than Marcella, but her figure, in contrast, is more boyish, with small breasts and fewer curves. Is that it, she wonders? Does Thessela hold a grudge with her over her attractiveness. Perhaps it’s true. They rarely go to the baths together. Thessela always seems to beg off when she suggests it. Marcella suddenly realizes that maybe her older sister is uncomfortable around her when they’re naked. Could this be an issue Thessela has with her? If so, Marcella admits to herself that she’s unaware of it. Perhaps it doesn’t really exist. Thessela does not seem at all like a petty person to her. Was her looking up to Marcella on the cross a recognition that acknowledged her younger sister's greater beauty and womanly appearance. But is physical appearance an issue Thessela has with her? Or could Thessela’s appearance in her dream last night have other hidden meanings? Or no meaning at all!
So many questions! Disturbing questions! Even at the baths the dreams remain fixed in her brain. She cannot help but imagine nearly every woman she sees at the baths hanging on a cross, crucified like she was in her dream Frankly, it arouses her to think of some of the prettier women crucified. Their bodies stretched out, muscles straining, breasts pulled high on heaving chests, ribs standing out as though sculptured, bodies covered in sweat with blood running from fearful nail wounds, and legs splayed apart. Even an ordinary body looks good stretched and hanging on a cross. Thessela's slender body would only be enhanced hanging on a cross. She takes a moment and tries to imagine her sister crucified. Then she sees her mother's body likewise hanging in crucifixion. Then all three of them hanging together, with mother in the middle. How awful! Why is she thinking of this! Why does he allow herself to dwell on such disturbing thoughts. Why do such thoughts and images arouse her? She has no desire to make love to the women she sees at the bath (whatever making love to another female actually entails). She simply admires how they would look on a cross, how she herself looks in her fantasies. She’s not a lesbian. She only wants to make love to a man, to feel his cock inside her as she loses her virginity to him. But a woman’s body can be so beautiful hanging on a cross. Perhaps a man’s too as she thinks of an erect cock attached to a handsome young man nailed to a cross in front of her. So close that his throbbing cock nearly reaches her. Oh! She would strain forward in her cross, desperately trying make contact with him so he could enter her! As exciting as that image is, she knows it probably isn’t physically possible.
Wait! Maybe a man standing in front of her crucified body could fuck her as she hangs! What a deliciously wicked thought! She’d have to drop down on the cross, stretching her arms are far as possible from her nailed wrists so her legs grow slack. Then, given that her feet are nailed to the upright under her body, she’d have to spread her legs as far apart as possible at the knees so he can get at her cunt. She tries to work out the details in her mind. He’d have to stand on something to reach her, unless she was crucified low to the ground. Her face grows warm thinking about the sensation of his cock entering her as she helplessly hangs. With every thrust he slams her tortured body against the hard wood. Would he fondle and kiss her breasts? He’d better! She has great tits and they deserve attention! Anyway, as a crucified woman she’d be helpless to stop him from doing anything to her. Her arousal escalates thinking on this fantasy. Her nipples get hard. Warmth spreads to her groin and she feels her vagina getting wet. She knows she’s getting flush in the face and over the top of her chest. She slips down further in the water hoping no one else notices her arousal. She glides over to a quiet corner of the large bathing pool, away from the direct sight of the other bathers. Very carefully now, with only her head and shoulders out of the water, she begins to masturbate. She’s never masturbated this often in the course of a single day. Never! What a slut you are, she thinks to herself, as she reaches another powerful orgasm. Her clit is getting a bit sore with all the vigorous attention it’s been receiving. Better keep my hands away for a bit, she concludes.
A few days later Marcella is attending to errands in the city when she hears of another crucifixion of rebels and criminals scheduled soon. She discovers that a number of women are among the condemned. This fact excites her though she’s somewhat shamed feeling excitement about the scheduled gruesome deaths for some of her own sex. Nevertheless, she makes plans to witness the executions. And she will bring a concealed knife with her for protection. If any man tries to take advantage of her, or attack her, he’ll for sure feel her blade between his ribs!
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Simply I thought I should maybe wait for the next part of Marcella's dream to not interrupt but I am sure we will find it as well when issued.
