Illara
Governor
Veronica continued the instinctive, brutal, and degrading “dance of the crucified” for another couple of hours after her cross was raised back up.
While the skinny young girl to her left yelped and cried out, Veronica, at this point, suffered in silence.
Veronica shuddered impulsively as she felt a large bead of sweat run down her chest and dangle on her naked breast.
She hated that she was going to die naked and exposed and on display for the whole fucking city to leer at.
She felt a tightness and a horrid, massive pain in her chest. She whimpered and tensed her muscles to come up for another excruciating breathe of air. But her legs and ass only twitched instead of comply with her mind. Oh gods she gasped. Is it happening? Am I about to die?
While the skinny young girl to her left yelped and cried out, Veronica, at this point, suffered in silence.
Veronica shuddered impulsively as she felt a large bead of sweat run down her chest and dangle on her naked breast.
She hated that she was going to die naked and exposed and on display for the whole fucking city to leer at.
She felt a tightness and a horrid, massive pain in her chest. She whimpered and tensed her muscles to come up for another excruciating breathe of air. But her legs and ass only twitched instead of comply with her mind. Oh gods she gasped. Is it happening? Am I about to die?