Fossy is prostrate!Today was the day. I had known that all along, and now Charlotte would know it too, more than ‘know it’, my dearest muse would be experiencing it!
She had been my muse for several years, and she had been perfect. More than a muse really, a bed partner, a confidante and now, at the end, an exquisitely-erotic condemned beauty.
I had encouraged her to break the very controversial ‘lascivious behaviour’ law here in Cruxistan, and by doing so ensured her arrest. And now she was hanging from the cross. Whilst my motivation to visit the hill upon which her crucifix stood was high, I found myself unable to move quickly about my personal chores. And so, the domestic necessities, such as taking breakfast, washing and cleaning my teeth became laborious.
But I was there to witness the execution. I watched from afar as Charlotte was scourged to hell and back, and then, dripping with blood, as she was mounted hideously upon the wooden lengths. It was only by letting her think I was not in attendance that I was able to take in the scene … the horror and the ecstasy, necessary to drive my creative thoughts. As I took notes, both mental and written, I watched how Charlotte writhed and cried out. Moving closer I could see the large iron nail that spilt her bloody thighs. The poor girl had sunk onto it, stretching her arms, breaking more skin and bones, exceeding the normal capabilities and expectations of her diaphragm … There would be no final orgasm for my darling muse.
It was time to stand before her.
“Charlotte,” I whispered looking up. Her body heaved and her heavy death-laden eyes looked down at me. A weak smile played on her lips.
“Thank you,” I uttered equally as quietly.
The weak smile gave way to something different as she paused then, with difficulty, murmured in return. “I love you … Master.”
Charlotte, his muse, his accomplice is nailed naked to a cross until death ensues!
His sorrow is painful to see and the Supreme Judge who attends all the crucifixions which she approaches him and, exceptionally, authorizes him to go and pay a last tribute to the one who has shared his existence for so long.
So Fossy walks up to Charlotte's cross and starts talking to her.
At the same time, he strokes Charlotte's pussy, tickling her clitoris!
Charlotte's reaction is not long in coming and, despite her intense pain, begins to cum!
Fossy insists and replaces his fingers with his tongue!
Charlotte arches up on her cross, first gasps before shouting her pleasure.
Pulling back slowly, Fossy still hears Charlotte say:
"Master, I love you, i die for you!"