nicole
Tribune
a new story written in collaboration with Eulalia and SeD for the wonderful 3 D photos, I hope you like it
The bridge
"with Eulalia"
The bridge
"with Eulalia"
• Eulalia, you betrayed your husband by cheating on him with one of your slaves
• I admit it, your honor. It's true, even though he only fucked me once. I have since sold him.
• Your husband is asking for redress.
• I know ... I must now be just one of his slaves ...
• That won't do. Saving his honor demands that you be tortured to death.
• Please ... is this his will?
• I am quite sure. You will be whipped naked in a public place, before being crucified and tortured to death, on the bridge where all our visitors pass to enter the city. That will serve as an example.
• Ohhh .... if I have to ... then I'm ready ...
• Guards! take this bitch to the cell, the sentence will be carried out tomorrow at dawn.
The guards seize Eulalia, she struggles instinctively for a few moments, but she cannot resist the strength of these two men, who drag her along before throwing her in the cell. She is sobbng, curled up in the corner of her dungeon, but oddly she feels a strange sensation, her pussy is wet with excitement. She thinks "what's happening to me? I'm going to be whipped naked in a public place before being crucified, and that turns me on, I don't understand." She will have a hard time falling asleep and will have to masturbate before she finally gets to sleep.
She will be awakened with a start at dawn, the guards tie her hands behind her back. She is about to be taken away when a guard walks up with a cruel smile. Grabbing her dress from off her shoulders he tugs it down, tearing the fabric till she is stripped to the waist, topless. In this state, that Eulalia is taken to her ordeal in the middle of a hostile crowd who insult her, calling her a bitch, a whore !!! Despite her shame - or rather because of her shame - she feels her pussy streaming down her thighs.
She is discovering something that she has really always known, but that she has kept hidden deep inside. She is in love with pain, suffering, humiliation. She is a masochist.
When they have arrived in the public square, the guard unties Eulalia's hands, and pulls away what remains of her dress. Eulalia tries to hide her pussy with her hands, but she is quickly tied up naked onto a low whipping post with a horizontal cross-bar, with her hands bound to her ankles (see photo). The position is already very painful, but she does not complain, she knows that the hardest part is yet to come. She wants to piss, she doesn't know if she will be able to hold it in for long. Red with shame at the thought of pissing in public, big tears of despair roll down her cheeks.
to be continued
The bridge
"with Eulalia"
The bridge
"with Eulalia"
• Eulalia, you betrayed your husband by cheating on him with one of your slaves
• I admit it, your honor. It's true, even though he only fucked me once. I have since sold him.
• Your husband is asking for redress.
• I know ... I must now be just one of his slaves ...
• That won't do. Saving his honor demands that you be tortured to death.
• Please ... is this his will?
• I am quite sure. You will be whipped naked in a public place, before being crucified and tortured to death, on the bridge where all our visitors pass to enter the city. That will serve as an example.
• Ohhh .... if I have to ... then I'm ready ...
• Guards! take this bitch to the cell, the sentence will be carried out tomorrow at dawn.
The guards seize Eulalia, she struggles instinctively for a few moments, but she cannot resist the strength of these two men, who drag her along before throwing her in the cell. She is sobbng, curled up in the corner of her dungeon, but oddly she feels a strange sensation, her pussy is wet with excitement. She thinks "what's happening to me? I'm going to be whipped naked in a public place before being crucified, and that turns me on, I don't understand." She will have a hard time falling asleep and will have to masturbate before she finally gets to sleep.
She will be awakened with a start at dawn, the guards tie her hands behind her back. She is about to be taken away when a guard walks up with a cruel smile. Grabbing her dress from off her shoulders he tugs it down, tearing the fabric till she is stripped to the waist, topless. In this state, that Eulalia is taken to her ordeal in the middle of a hostile crowd who insult her, calling her a bitch, a whore !!! Despite her shame - or rather because of her shame - she feels her pussy streaming down her thighs.
She is discovering something that she has really always known, but that she has kept hidden deep inside. She is in love with pain, suffering, humiliation. She is a masochist.
When they have arrived in the public square, the guard unties Eulalia's hands, and pulls away what remains of her dress. Eulalia tries to hide her pussy with her hands, but she is quickly tied up naked onto a low whipping post with a horizontal cross-bar, with her hands bound to her ankles (see photo). The position is already very painful, but she does not complain, she knows that the hardest part is yet to come. She wants to piss, she doesn't know if she will be able to hold it in for long. Red with shame at the thought of pissing in public, big tears of despair roll down her cheeks.
to be continued
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