DENA:
POSCA FOR THE EXECUTED
......this spectator walks up to me, offers me some Sesterces, when I supply the crucified with Posca:
"Here, please receive this money and give the executed some Posca. I think they really need it."
While saying that, the executed Messaline and Loxuru turn their heads towards me and the benefactor. The bitch Lucia, crucified with the face to the Patibulum from the rear, peeps through under her crossbeam, following the conversation.
My request:
"That's not bad, but it would be better if you'd may add a few more coins. There is always the danger, that the crucified try to spit or piss at me while I give them to drink."
He pulls out another coin, I agree nodding.
Yesterday I have seen how Hectorius gave the condemned to drink. He used the Posca as a tool, to refreshing the crucified. Smiling do I look at the five delingquents from yesterday, sitting and hanging dead from their crosses.
I soak a sponge with Posca and put on top of a Pilum:
"Here Lucia, we just see your tits left and right of the upright out of our perspective. Sweat is dripping down from your nipples, so I assume it's runnig down your ass, too."
Saying that, I bring the wet sponge to her right nipple and rub it. Lucia tries to reach it with her tongue, though that's not possible. I go to her right nipple and do the same. I can see how her nipple erects and wipe her boobs with the sponge. I let her drink. First licking it, then wanting more, she starts to suck.
"Enough".
I soak it again to approach Messaline from the side. She is letting herself down to the seat-peg that I have attached for her, trying to get her lips to the sponge. Blood and sweat make her tortured body shine in the sun. I move the sponge a little away from her, force her to follow the sponge until she screams while she is sticking out her tongue as far as possible.
This feels so extremely good to me. My pussy is all wet while I enjoy my control.
Messaline pulls on her nailed wrists, to get to the sponge with her mouth. I allow her to reach it with the tip of her tongue. Immediately the gasping, shivering, forward leaning body starts to sweat blood and water.
The crowd screams:
"Let her stand up, we want to see how she stands up like that."
I tell the crowd:
"You have to give me more money, if you want me to do that."
Quickly the mob collects some more coins, puts it into my tool bag, telling me:
"Go ahead, let her stand up."
Keeping the tip of her tongue on the sponge, I slowly raise the Pilum. This will not be easy for her. Leaning forward she has all the pressure on her wrists. When I overdo it, she will faint.
Meanwhile I have to control my emotions. I don't want to have an orgasm while I let her drink. I speak to Messaline:
"Stand up Messaline, follow the sponge and I let you suck. Push against the nails in your feet."
Taking her head back, glancing into the summer sky, she starts to stand up with fully outstretched arms. All the muscles in her shining body are tightened. With horrible screams she's moving up. I can see how the nails enlargen the holes in her feet while I encourage her:
"Almost, you almost got it. Push, push. Yes you are doing that very good."
Actually her feet must exercise more and more pressure against these huge nails. Only when the nails are completely fixed between the metatarsal bones, the leg muscles can help when she get's up:
"Don't think about the nails, pull and push. Yes, scream, bang your head. Every little thing will help."
Blood seems to run out of every pore on her skin. For a moment she seems to throw up, but finally manages to stand stretched with locked knees. I allow her to reach the sponge to let her drink........