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Thursday July 5, 2018–Day 186. Here’s a new one. "Dark-haired Lydia and lovely blond Astra had been best friends when they were young girls. When they began to blossom into beautiful young women, they had become ardent lovers. The spend hours in each other’s arms, exploring with fingers, lips and tongues the special secret places on the other’s body capable of providing exquisite erotic delights. But in time, Astra had decided to break off the relationship. She was interested in and attracted to young men and was anxious to explore that aspect of her sexuality. Lydia was heart-broken but in time she recovered and she too began to take an interest in young men. Soon she found herself in love with a handsome young man named Lycius. She was blissfully happy...for a while and then he’d informed her that he was breaking off the relationship because he’d found someone else... abd that someone was Astra! Lydia was devastated and angry at this second betrayal from her one-time friend and lover. This time she vowed her revenge and went to see her uncle who happened to be the local governor. She made him an offer and he agreed to it. In exchange for a few hours in his bed, he would help Lydia achieve her vengeance. It had been and unpleasant and utterly repulsive encounter...but it was mercifully brief and now Lydia was enjoying her reward. Sometimes one must experience unpleasantness to enjoy certain ends. With a taunting look of unbridled joy on her face, Lydia approached Astra–naked, beaten, raped and writhing in agony on the cross to which she was nailed. Although she was innocent of the trumped up charges, she was guilty of foolishness and now was paying the price. "L...l...lydia..." she wimpered. "Ssssh, Astra! Don’t talk. Save your strength, you’ll need it..." Lydia replied. Her hands began roaming freely over Astra’s naked body, touching the many sensitive spots she knew so well and the other spots that were now sore and tender from the abuse she’d already received. Her fingers delved into sticky wetness of Astra’s cunt as the blond girl winced in pain. "Does that hurt? I was never as rough as those nasty men, was I?" She chuckled, "You know, I paid them extra to be particularly hard and rough on you and I see they earned that money. Now listen to me, my little cunt. They will be back in a little while to put you on a cornu–right up your tight little shithole. You won’t like it much, but it has to be done to keep you alive, alert and suffering a little while longer because I have a surprise for you. Tomorrow you will have a visitor. Lycius will soon join you on a cross, right across from you. Yes, you’ll get to see him nailed to a cross and watch him dance in agony. And he can watch you, as well. I must tell you, you’re not nearly so pretty as you once were but I don’t think he’ll mind. You can watch him suffer...and he can watch you die. Goodbye. my little whore. I hope his cock was worth it..." Entitled "Jealous Lover".
 

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Thursday July 5, 2018–Day 186. Here’s a new one. "Dark-haired Lydia and lovely blond Astra had been best friends when they were young girls. When they began to blossom into beautiful young women, they had become ardent lovers. The spend hours in each other’s arms, exploring with fingers, lips and tongues the special secret places on the other’s body capable of providing exquisite erotic delights. But in time, Astra had decided to break off the relationship. She was interested in and attracted to young men and was anxious to explore that aspect of her sexuality. Lydia was heart-broken but in time she recovered and she too began to take an interest in young men. Soon she found herself in love with a handsome young man named Lycius. She was blissfully happy...for a while and then he’d informed her that he was breaking off the relationship because he’d found someone else... abd that someone was Astra! Lydia was devastated and angry at this second betrayal from her one-time friend and lover. This time she vowed her revenge and went to see her uncle who happened to be the local governor. She made him an offer and he agreed to it. In exchange for a few hours in his bed, he would help Lydia achieve her vengeance. It had been and unpleasant and utterly repulsive encounter...but it was mercifully brief and now Lydia was enjoying her reward. Sometimes one must experience unpleasantness to enjoy certain ends. With a taunting look of unbridled joy on her face, Lydia approached Astra–naked, beaten, raped and writhing in agony on the cross to which she was nailed. Although she was innocent of the trumped up charges, she was guilty of foolishness and now was paying the price. "L...l...lydia..." she wimpered. "Ssssh, Astra! Don’t talk. Save your strength, you’ll need it..." Lydia replied. Her hands began roaming freely over Astra’s naked body, touching the many sensitive spots she knew so well and the other spots that were now sore and tender from the abuse she’d already received. Her fingers delved into sticky wetness of Astra’s cunt as the blond girl winced in pain. "Does that hurt? I was never as rough as those nasty men, was I?" She chuckled, "You know, I paid them extra to be particularly hard and rough on you and I see they earned that money. Now listen to me, my little cunt. They will be back in a little while to put you on a cornu–right up your tight little shithole. You won’t like it much, but it has to be done to keep you alive, alert and suffering a little while longer because I have a surprise for you. Tomorrow you will have a visitor. Lycius will soon join you on a cross, right across from you. Yes, you’ll get to see him nailed to a cross and watch him dance in agony. And he can watch you, as well. I must tell you, you’re not nearly so pretty as you once were but I don’t think he’ll mind. You can watch him suffer...and he can watch you die. Goodbye. my little whore. I hope his cock was worth it..." Entitled "Jealous Lover".
Lydia is a vengeful bitch...
 
Jas, here’s a scenario where eye contact could greatly increase the render's emotional impact. Tormentor and tormented eye to eye, the former grinning, gloating, the latter's face signaling despair or defiance.
 

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Thursday July 5, 2018–Day 186. Here’s a new one. "Dark-haired Lydia and lovely blond Astra had been best friends when they were young girls. When they began to blossom into beautiful young women, they had become ardent lovers. The spend hours in each other’s arms, exploring with fingers, lips and tongues the special secret places on the other’s body capable of providing exquisite erotic delights. But in time, Astra had decided to break off the relationship. She was interested in and attracted to young men and was anxious to explore that aspect of her sexuality. Lydia was heart-broken but in time she recovered and she too began to take an interest in young men. Soon she found herself in love with a handsome young man named Lycius. She was blissfully happy...for a while and then he’d informed her that he was breaking off the relationship because he’d found someone else... abd that someone was Astra! Lydia was devastated and angry at this second betrayal from her one-time friend and lover. This time she vowed her revenge and went to see her uncle who happened to be the local governor. She made him an offer and he agreed to it. In exchange for a few hours in his bed, he would help Lydia achieve her vengeance. It had been and unpleasant and utterly repulsive encounter...but it was mercifully brief and now Lydia was enjoying her reward. Sometimes one must experience unpleasantness to enjoy certain ends. With a taunting look of unbridled joy on her face, Lydia approached Astra–naked, beaten, raped and writhing in agony on the cross to which she was nailed. Although she was innocent of the trumped up charges, she was guilty of foolishness and now was paying the price. "L...l...lydia..." she wimpered. "Ssssh, Astra! Don’t talk. Save your strength, you’ll need it..." Lydia replied. Her hands began roaming freely over Astra’s naked body, touching the many sensitive spots she knew so well and the other spots that were now sore and tender from the abuse she’d already received. Her fingers delved into sticky wetness of Astra’s cunt as the blond girl winced in pain. "Does that hurt? I was never as rough as those nasty men, was I?" She chuckled, "You know, I paid them extra to be particularly hard and rough on you and I see they earned that money. Now listen to me, my little cunt. They will be back in a little while to put you on a cornu–right up your tight little shithole. You won’t like it much, but it has to be done to keep you alive, alert and suffering a little while longer because I have a surprise for you. Tomorrow you will have a visitor. Lycius will soon join you on a cross, right across from you. Yes, you’ll get to see him nailed to a cross and watch him dance in agony. And he can watch you, as well. I must tell you, you’re not nearly so pretty as you once were but I don’t think he’ll mind. You can watch him suffer...and he can watch you die. Goodbye. my little whore. I hope his cock was worth it..." Entitled "Jealous Lover".

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned :devil:
 
Saturday, July 7, 2018–Day 188. Here’s a new one. "Awww, sweetie, I can’t say for certain that you’ll be fully dead by the time they come to pluck out those pretty eyes of yours, but I expect you’ll be pretty close to it...." Entitled, "A Not-Too-Comforting Thought."
 

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Sunday, July 8, 2018–Day 189. "The sign above her head proclaimed her to be a rebel and an enemy of Rome. That was a lie. She was totally innocent and was, in fact, simply a girl from a nearby village that had the unfortunate bad luck to be born a ginger. The garrison had many newly arrived troops who had never seen one before and had heard frightening stories about these creatures and the magical and terrifying powers they were said to possess. They were supposedly witches or she-devils or demons. This red-haired girl had been selected to prove to the men that she was no different than any other bit of cunny. ‘You see, she feels as much pain as any other girl. She doesn’t like the kiss of the whip on her naked flesh. She squeals like a pig when you put something up her tight little bung-hole. Her cunt-hole is wet and warm like any other cunt. And you all had the chance to fuck her. Did anyone’s cock burst into flames, despite the fiery red hair on her head or on her cunt? There is one thing you need to know about them, however. They don’t like the sun. Take a fair one like this and nail her out on a sunny day like this and her skin will turn bright red in just an instant. Once it does, even the touch of a gentle breeze blowing across her naked flesh will be pure agony for her. That’s when you want to again work her over with your whips. Then she’ll make the most remarkable sounds–not the sweetest music perhaps, but maybe the loudest sounds you’ve ever heard...’ The men were most appreciative of this valuable instructional training and spent the remainder of the day tormenting the poor girl with their newly acquired knowledge." Entitled "Death of a Ginger".
 

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Jas, when I first glimpsed the wretched Ginger I thought "All right!" Not only do I have a pretty much universally shared thing for readheads, but her body and the way she’s positioned grab my libido and shake it around some. :very_hot:
 
And you all had the chance to fuck her. Did anyone’s cock burst into flames, despite the fiery red hair on her head or on her cunt?
Men! Attention!

Today! Shooting practice! Close range firing on a living target, a local redhead, an exercise using the middle leg as a weapon! Yes, you heard me, that gun behind your zipper! You all must see to it that it will be in workable condition! Exemptions on medical ground will not be accepted!

One more thing! For reasons of military security, it is prohibited to talk about this special shooting drill! The enemy must remain convinced that redheads have special magical powers and that their dick will burst into flames when they go into them! Particularly, for obvious reasons, do not mention it in any letter to your mother, wife, fiancée or other relatives! Understand!?
 
Men! Attention!

Today! Shooting practice! Close range firing on a living target, a local redhead, an exercise using the middle leg as a weapon! Yes, you heard me, that gun behind your zipper! You all must see to it that it will be in workable condition! Exemptions on medical ground will not be accepted!

One more thing! For reasons of military security, it is prohibited to talk about this special shooting drill! The enemy must remain convinced that redheads have special magical powers and that their dick will burst into flames when they go into them! Particularly, for obvious reasons, do not mention it in any letter to your mother, wife, fiancée or other relatives! Understand!?

Cute :rolleyes:
 
Monday, July 9, 2018–Day 189. I have to wonder how common it was in ancient times to see a naked woman being paraded through the streets of the town on her way to her appointment on a cross? Knowing that this would be the last time you would ever see her, would you stop to look at her? Was it a commonplace occurrence or a rarity? Was it just something like seeing a drover bringing livestock to the market? Would you notice if she was particularly pretty? Would you enjoy it more if she was sobbing and begging for mercy or crying out in pain each time the whip landed on her naked flesh? Would you admire her courage if she showed defiance and made her way with her head held high? Most important, would you follow her to watch her die slowly in agony on her cross...? Entitled "On Market Day".
 

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Monday, July 9, 2018–Day 189. I have to wonder how common it was in ancient times to see a naked woman being paraded through the streets of the town on her way to her appointment on a cross? Knowing that this would be the last time you would ever see her, would you stop to look at her? Was it a commonplace occurrence or a rarity? Was it just something like seeing a drover bringing livestock to the market? Would you notice if she was particularly pretty? Would you enjoy it more if she was sobbing and begging for mercy or crying out in pain each time the whip landed on her naked flesh? Would you admire her courage if she showed defiance and made her way with her head held high? Most important, would you follow her to watch her die slowly in agony on her cross...? Entitled "On Market Day".
I'd wonder what she did to get such a beating before she gets crucified. If she's pretty I might go watch her get nailed to the cross and raised...
 
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