Sunday, September 16, 2018–Day 255. Here’s a new one for you entitled."What Would You Do?"
A hypothetical question–what if you could travel back in time? Not forever, but just for an hour or so. Your destination is one o’clock p.m. outside of a small Roman town in the year 100 CE. It is a warm day and the sun is very bright–the sky a brilliant blue. The hillside is deserted except for one feature–a lovely dark haired girl–totally naked–nailed to a wooden cross. You can hear her moaning in anquish as she writhes on the rough wooden cross. So what do you do?
I expect a few of you would take advantage of the unique situation you find yourself in to explore in depth the details of a real, actual Roman crucifixion. You would note the actual construction of the cross, its joinery, how the condemned was affixed to it, the size of the nails and their placement on the body. You might note how the cross was placed in the ground, how the wood was planed and finished. Such wonderful details that you would be able to share with the members of Crux Forums. You can provide the actual answers to many of the questions members have been asking for years as to how it really was done. Now you know. You’ve seen it firsthand with your own eyes!
Others of you might feel a degree of compassion for the poor girl dying on the cross before you. You might brush a strand of hair from her face or wipe away the tears that stain her cheeks. Perhaps you find some water to give to her to ease the terrible thirst she is experiencing. Or perhaps you will comfort her by just being there for her as her life ends and she makes the transition to whatever lies beyond.
On the other hand, some of you might have different things in mind. You look at her face and see the total helplessness she is experiencing. It is fascinating to watch her expressions change from moment to moment, instant to instant-- shame becomes anger which turns into disbelief and to utter despair and then absolute terror, and beneath it all, inescapable agony. You step close to her. You can smell her unwashed body. It is earthy smell and unexpectedly arousing. A sheen of sweat covers her naked flesh, her face, neck and upper chest are flushed. Flies buzz about her and she tries in vain to dislodge them. They foretell the swarms of them that will soon land on her once her struggle is over. But for now, her young body is still so appealing–her breasts soft and beautiful–they rise and fall with each labored breath, her belly firm and taunt ...and lower--between her lush thighs...what secrets await you there? So exposed... So alone...so utterly helpless... How could you resist not touching her–feeling the damp moistness of her flesh... Those breasts and nipples almost beg to be squeezed, pinched and twisted. She is already in agony...how could you resist adding even more pain to what she is already feeling. Could your hands resist stroking lower....between her thighs...feeling the erect nub of her clit...parting her moist, meaty lips...fingers brazenly exploring the wetness and the warmth of her body’s most secret places as she moans and cries out in shame at this fresh violation. Would that stop you? Time is short, the minutes are ticking by and so you do what you have to do under the circumstances. I expect that by the time you return to your day and time with a contented smile on you face, you might have already left her to die with a cunny full of fresh twenty-first century sperm oozing slowly out of her body to dribble out of her fuckhole and spatter on the ground below her feet ....
I confess I know which of the three options above I would have chosen. I truly wish I was a better, more decent, more noble a man, but, sorry to say, confronted with this alluring opportunity, I’m obviously not.
But now it is YOUR turn now. Now you are standing between the parted thighs of this beautiful dying wench. So, what would YOU do...?