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"Featuring Eulalia"

The terrible pain...

The damaged nerves of my wrists hold my arms in a vice of pain.
My legs are no more than bundles of muscles twisted by cramps.

The worst is to find myself naked exposed to the sight of the crowd. My shaved and half-open vulva
is exposed to the lechery of the passers-by.

And yet, I feel my breasts raised and my nipples hardened. And from my belly
rises a strange sensation that I hardly call pleasure.

This mixture of pain and pleasure is perhaps the worst torture!

Eul is the best!
 
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I sweat profusely.
To my shame, I had to relieve my bladder. Even in these circumstances,
nature takes its course.

I am thirsty. I ask for a drink.

A centurion approaches, a container in his hand.

He hands me a cup full of sour wine. I drink greedily! I know I shouldn't: it only prolongs my agony.
But life clings to this poor body and pushes me to fight again and again.
 

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The Bridge

I sweat profusely.
To my shame, I had to relieve my bladder. Even in these circumstances,
nature takes its course.

I am thirsty. I ask for a drink.

A centurion approaches, a container in his hand.

He hands me a cup full of sour wine. I drink greedily! I know I shouldn't: it only prolongs my agony.
But life clings to this poor body and pushes me to fight again and again.

Beautiful. Her body is now her enemy, her bladder forces her to degrade herself in public, there is no privacy or dignity for the crucified.

And yet, she is still grateful for a drink. The body seeks life, the condemned will not be allowed to surrender easily, her animal instincts will prolong her suffering.

There is something profound and beautiful about a drink offered this way. Something indescribably intimate. In her helplessness and vulnerability she is completely in his hands, literally. He holds the cup to her lips, she drinks gratefully, with arms spread wide and body hanging exposed right in front of him. True helplessness. The effort of her ordeal gives her a heavy sheen of sweat, she needs that drink!

What payment will he take in return?
 
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Unexpected...

I groan and this time it is not just from pain. Surprised, the guards look up at me.
The look of these men contemplating my nudity triggers the most violent of orgasms.
I twist on the wood, I shout, I cry. And they are tears of pleasure!

My belly contracts convulsively and I ejaculate a long jet which touches one of the guards,
triggering the hilarity of his companions.

The last gift of what remains of life in me?

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I remember the Eulalia's answer in:


"21 I like the idea of B – certainly some kind of ritual as i’m made to read aloud my crime and sentence from my Titulus, ordered to strip off my little briefs, and kneel submissively to my Master (kissing His feet), my Executioners (kissing Their feet too) and the Spectators (kissing the feet of any who've paid for the privilege of touching and tormenting me while i'm dying), accepting my fate. i’d also be pissed on, raped and otherwise abused once i’m nailed on the Cross, before i’m raised up."

I hope, she did it all before her execution ...
 
Eulalia, what is your offence?
simply being who I am :D

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Unexpected...

I groan and this time it is not just from pain. Surprised, the guards look up at me.
The look of these men contemplating my nudity triggers the most violent of orgasms.
I twist on the wood, I shout, I cry. And they are tears of pleasure!

My belly contracts convulsively and I ejaculate a long jet which touches one of the guards,
triggering the hilarity of his companions.

The last gift of what remains of life in me?

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Thankyou SeD, these are lovely, they do answer to my darkest fantasies :devil:
(as you know, I've seen them in the French convo group, but I've only just found them here :) )
 
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Bastards!

The judge who sentenced me came to witness my agony. The story of my orgasm made him laugh.
The bastard grabbed a whip and stuck the handle into my vagina. This feat was greeted with a loud laugh.
And there I stood with the straps jiggling between my legs.

What a despicable way to treat a woman!

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Unexpected...

I groan and this time it is not just from pain. Surprised, the guards look up at me.
The look of these men contemplating my nudity triggers the most violent of orgasms.
I twist on the wood, I shout, I cry. And they are tears of pleasure!

My belly contracts convulsively and I ejaculate a long jet which touches one of the guards,
triggering the hilarity of his companions.

The last gift of what remains of life in me?

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My favourite crux position....
 
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It's over!

I am dead: finally!
No more suffering: now I walk the Champs Elysées.
And on the other side of the Styx, I can see the crosses where my executioners will be nailed for eternity.
 

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It's over!

I am dead: finally!
No more suffering: now I walk the Champs Elysées.
And on the other side of the Styx, I can see the crosses where my executioners will be nailed for eternity.
May I point out, I'm not strolling up the fine avenue in the heart of Paris, I'm in the Elysian Fields -
but autotranslators have problems with the world beyond! :D
 
Eternity according to Eulalia

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It's so beautiful, SeD! I've had a lot of lovely images here by artists imagining me, but this one is definitely among the most delicious and close to my most delightful dreams!
 
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