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Simply drawn but extremely graphic. Lovely, slender legs. I'm trying to imagine her pain and horror as she feels the nails pass through her wrists knowing that this is just the beginning of immeasurably more pain and degradation.
Her feet and toes are twisted and legs spread wide in an almost orgasmic pose. The insides of her thighs are sticky with cum from multiple rapes. Her anus and pussy must be full of it. It'll drip out of her when hanging and help lubricate the passage of the cornu as she is lowered onto it. The crowd will love every moment of it.
But it's horrible! Horrible! As a female spectator I wince at what is happening to her. I look away from the awful scene of watching a tortured woman being nailed to a wooden beam. My heart pounding. That could be happening to me! I could be that poor bitch being crucified.
Yet, I look back, horrified, disgusted . . . but strangely enthralled by the bloody spectacle. Fuck her! She probably deserves it. Scream you bitch! Scream!
I'm wet . . . suddenly aware of it . . . should be ashamed . . . but I'm wet . . . why? Why? There's an ache in my pussy. My hand brushes over my breast, its nipple suddenly hard and sensitive. I want to stroke more, but my modesty prevents me from behaving like a wanton slut. I'm lightheaded and I pass my hand again over my tumescent nipple. Then to my other breast. My heart races and I breathe deeply as waves of pleasure run through me. My legs grow weak. I hope no one is looking at me. Just look at the bitch on the ground everyone! Don't look at me! But some men in the crowd do take notice of me. I see them, blushing. I cross my arms over my chest, hiding the evidence of my arousal. One points and says something to the other. They approach me and I'm suddenly very scared. Why did I come out here? Stupid thing to do! Not a safe place to be for a young woman. I begin to walk away from them.
But the men stop and turn to watch when the woman screams again. The ends of her crossbeam are being raised up, pulling her to her feet. So much howling as she is stood up and walked backward to the upright. Now standing at the upright her trembling legs give out, she drops down, suddenly stretching out her arms and pulling against the nails in her wrists. More screaming and howling, and cursing. I wince seeing her flesh pulling against the nails. The blood flowing down her arms. So awful! Then a gush of urine down between her legs as they drag her up on the upright then lower her body onto the cornu. They get it inserted deeply up her anus then quickly nail her feet as she writhes in agony, curses and howls. She suddenly goes silent as her body drops on the cross. She's lost consciousness.
The executioners step back to examine their handiwork. She's crucified. She's allowed a few moments of being pain free before regaining awareness of that horrible fact.
I leave and hurry home . . . to my bed . . . where I can relieve the ache between my . . . . in my . . . oh my . . . .