(Still dreaming!)
View attachment 777685 Marcella is now nailed to the crossbeam! She screams in agony as she looks side to side and then down her body between her heaving breasts and belly to her pubic mound. A man appears between her thighs. His cock is erect and throbbing. She realizes that a virgin cannot be crucified, so she understands why she's about to be raped, though she expects she'd be raped virgin or not. Men just seem to like raping women about to be hanged on a cross. The man plunges his cock into and out of her vagina. She has never had sex so she can only imagine what it would feel like—an awful tearing, filling sensation between her legs, painful and humiliating.
View attachment 777683 He pulls out and leaves her sobbing on the ground. Then Marcella hears a voice behind her. She arches her head back to see her mother standing there, hands on hips staring down at her! What is she doing here? Why is she here to see me crucified? Her mother scowls at her, telling her that she always knew this would happen to her. That she was a bad daughter who she knew would come to bad end. That she was some sort of perverted creature for wanting to experience such a thing as crucifixion. Marcella tries to explain her needs but her mother vanishes. Marcella thinks it is just as well not to have her mother present at her crucifixion. She would never understand.
View attachment 777687 Marcella cries uncontrollably as she feels her crossbeam being lifted up. She’s standing with her back to the crossbeam. She creams in agony as she pulled upon the upright. Quickly her feet are nailed and she hangs fully crucified! She imagines she looks much like the girl hanging on the other cross, the one who was already crucified when she arrived. After all, they are very nearly the same age. She looks up at her nailed wrists and down at her nailed feet. She doesn't even try to keep her legs closed. Though she feels shame at being nailed naked to a cross, she can do nothing about it. She relaxes her legs and lets everyone see what they come a crucifixion to see.
She hangs in agony, looking out over the crowd, as she imagines it would always be. She struggles on the cross. What a sensation! Naked, stretched out and straining. She feels horny and wishes she could have an orgasm. She tries squeezing her thighs together to stimulate herself, but it's too hard when her legs naturally want to spread apart. The crowd gathers around her cross. She tries to give them a good show. She hears them making crude comments about her pussy, about her breasts that thrust forward when she pushes and tremble on her chest when she hangs down. She pisses when she has to. Her first pee is quite strong. By pushing her hips forward she makes a nice arc of the water as it splashes down to the ground. For some strange reason she seems proud of her accomplishment. The crowd seems to enjoy it too.
View attachment 777682 Later in the day Marcella hears another voice she recognizes. The crowd is gone and she sees only her sister, Thessela, standing in front of her cross. Her arms are crossed under her breasts and she looks at her with scorn and disapproval on her face. Marcella tries to speak with her, to make her understand why she had to do this, but she has no voice. When she looks for her sister again she is gone. Well, Marcella thinks, she was always her parent's favorite. The fucking perfect daughter that she never was. Well, fuck her!
View attachment 777684 She hangs throughout the day, enduring the heat and pain and the unwelcomed attention of the crowd. She's not ashamed anymore but proud of her body. Proud that people like looking up at her. She always knew she had a great pair of tits, a slender figure and a beautiful pussy. She likes sticking her tits out and spreading her legs. It makes the men crazy, and some of the women too. The men in the crowd will never have her, will never fuck her. In the afternoon a thunderstorm rolls through, stinging her skin with the cold, wind-driven drops.
View attachment 777686 It’s evening now. She’s been crucified for hours. Her body hangs in exhaustion as she sees the sun set. Her intense physical longing to experience crucifixion remains with her. She is unsatisfied. She pushes up one final time. Her body arches out from the cross as fearful stresses push her toward, toward . . .
Marcella suddenly awakes and sits up in her bed. Her naked body is covered with sweat. It’s evening and a cool breeze is coming in through the window. She falls back, exhausted. She is trembling with unrelieved sexual energy. She spreads her legs and she furiously masturbates, bringing herself to a full, powerful orgasm that leaves her exhausted and sexually spent. She quickly falls back asleep and dreams again.
View attachment 777681 Again she sees herself crucified, hanging on a cross, her muscles stretched and bunched in agony. But this time there is a smile on her face. She’s enjoying this! Really fucking enjoying the unbearable sensations of crucifixion. Oh, if this could only last forever!
She wakes again, again extremely horny. She masturbates again. This time she falls into a dreamless sleep. She awakes with the sun streaming through the window. She stretches her tired muscles. She plans to go to the baths to refresh and clean herself. Life must go on. Her dreams are still vivid in her mind.
She’ll definitely go to the next execution when women are to be crucified. She wants to see them. But she’ll be careful. Maybe take a knife with her for protection from any men who might have the thought to assault her.
I'm trying to imagine parents having to watch their daughter die on a cross. Too much! Just too much. Would they even be able to remain with her until she died? Or would they leave her to die among strangers? 
