The Fascinus
Part 1
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuckitty fuck!" screamed Morai from her cross. Her dark-nippled tits swung freely.
"Do you mind keeping it down a bit?" said Dorcas. "I am trying to die quietly over here." Her pale breasts were already painfully sunburnt.
"I don't give a flying fuck what you are doing!" shrieked Morai, raising up off her cornu and thrusting her cunt obscenely at Dorcas. Sweat dripped off her thick black bush, along with other bodily fluids.
"Don't say that! It is bad luck." said Dorcas, looking around nervously. There was no-one in sight, as even the guards had given up molesting them and gone seeking shade and booze. Morai slid down the cross and accepted the peg into her bumhole with a despairing sob.
"Bad luck? Bad luck! What the flying fuck could be worse than this?" moaned Morai.
"Stop saying that or we might find out." said Dorcas. "It comes for girls in our condition." She wished they had not been crucified with a cornu, as dying would be quicker, and Morai would be too busy struggling to breathe to scream dangerous curses. She had never seen Morai before, even though they had both been convicted of purse cutting, so Morai must be new in town and unaware of local dangers. She saw a lone bird shape speeding towards them and turned to it fearfully. At that moment her long red hair flopped in front of her eyes and obscured her vision. She tried to brush it away with her hand, but searing pain reminded her: "Oh yes, wrists nailed to cross. How could I forget?"
"What the flying fuck is that?" cried Morai. Dorcas shook her head back to clear her vision and looked in horror at the creature flying towards them.
"That's exactly what it is." whimpered Dorcas, seeing the flying phallus with crow wings and dangling pink balls.
"That can't be real!" said Morai, "I've gone cross crazy, haven't I?"