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I hope this story isn't too religious or offensive for this forum. If it is, feel free to remove it.
She is reduced to the human flesh she is. She feels her hands and feet getting pierced, she feels her own mass dragging her down, increasing the pain. She feels her arms, shoulders and back cramping up, causing incredible pain, not to speak of the rough wood tearing up her already abused back. All of these sensations are the only thing that shields her from the humiliation of being paraded naked in front of the cruel masses, calling her a dirty whore for cheating on her husband. She knows the truth, but "truth" is such an abstract, such an unreal concept compared to the extreme sensations she has to suffer through right now. She knows the truth, but even though it is reality, her pain and humiliation feel so much more real at this point, that she herself is questioning everything she knows. What if she is indeed a whore? What if she is everything bad and filthy these vile people are throwing at her? The pain is too strong to lead these thoughts to any meaningful conclusion. The only thing that is for sure is that she does feel like a whore, being exposed completely for everyone to see. Everyone can see her naked body, her elegant legs, her firm little breasts, her perfect belly, her protruding ribcage, her hairy armpits and, most of all, her pussy, which has been torn up during the "preparation" of her crucifixion. How much longer will this ordeal go on? How can she die without feeling like a whore?
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The guard looks upon Mary's beautiful body and wonders what kind of evil spirit went into this crazy whore. "Mother of God" she - and her weeping followers crawling at her feet - call her. This entire region of the Empire seems to be crazy, full of religious zealots who proclaim one oddity after the other. Is it the unrelenting heat that messes with their minds? The centurio is glad about the practical soul of his people. Yes, we have our own deities, but they don't get in the way of every day affairs. Certainly, following them doesn't get us killed or crucified, not even among the barbarians of the north, who - despite their primitive way of life - share a similar view on the world.
Mary's moans pull the guard out of his thoughts. Again, he starts to gaze upon her. She is beautiful. Maybe a bit unkempt for Roman standards, but in a weird way, her raw femininity turns him on, even if he wouldn't share this thought with his friends. He had to nail the title "Whore" above her head. Apparently, she cheated on her husband. He doesn't know much about colonial politics, so he is left to wonder why such a beautiful woman is being wasted on the cross instead of simply being sold as a slave like a cheating whore whore would be where he comes from.
Yes, it turns him on to crucify a beautiful woman. Seeing her perfect body dancing on the cross, showing her beautiful features. It seems as if the cross is, in a morbid way, designed to bring out the beauty of a person. However, he would much rather buy her, if he had the money. He would of course discipline her, but he would be nice about it, unlike some of his friends. He would put a leash on her and train her to take his big cock as deep in her little mouth as she can, but he would be patient about it. Considering that she is a whore, she probably already has experience, so it wouldn't take too much time to train her properly. He wonders if she has experience in taking big cock up her ass. He has heard ridiculous rumors about Mary sleeping with donkeys, but he also knows that primitive colonial people like to exaggerate their defaming stories when they despise someone. Still, the idea that a woman would be so depraved, and so cock-hungry that she would even take a donkey's dick, turns him so much on that he has to turn away from the crowd to hide his erection.
She is reduced to the human flesh she is. She feels her hands and feet getting pierced, she feels her own mass dragging her down, increasing the pain. She feels her arms, shoulders and back cramping up, causing incredible pain, not to speak of the rough wood tearing up her already abused back. All of these sensations are the only thing that shields her from the humiliation of being paraded naked in front of the cruel masses, calling her a dirty whore for cheating on her husband. She knows the truth, but "truth" is such an abstract, such an unreal concept compared to the extreme sensations she has to suffer through right now. She knows the truth, but even though it is reality, her pain and humiliation feel so much more real at this point, that she herself is questioning everything she knows. What if she is indeed a whore? What if she is everything bad and filthy these vile people are throwing at her? The pain is too strong to lead these thoughts to any meaningful conclusion. The only thing that is for sure is that she does feel like a whore, being exposed completely for everyone to see. Everyone can see her naked body, her elegant legs, her firm little breasts, her perfect belly, her protruding ribcage, her hairy armpits and, most of all, her pussy, which has been torn up during the "preparation" of her crucifixion. How much longer will this ordeal go on? How can she die without feeling like a whore?
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The guard looks upon Mary's beautiful body and wonders what kind of evil spirit went into this crazy whore. "Mother of God" she - and her weeping followers crawling at her feet - call her. This entire region of the Empire seems to be crazy, full of religious zealots who proclaim one oddity after the other. Is it the unrelenting heat that messes with their minds? The centurio is glad about the practical soul of his people. Yes, we have our own deities, but they don't get in the way of every day affairs. Certainly, following them doesn't get us killed or crucified, not even among the barbarians of the north, who - despite their primitive way of life - share a similar view on the world.
Mary's moans pull the guard out of his thoughts. Again, he starts to gaze upon her. She is beautiful. Maybe a bit unkempt for Roman standards, but in a weird way, her raw femininity turns him on, even if he wouldn't share this thought with his friends. He had to nail the title "Whore" above her head. Apparently, she cheated on her husband. He doesn't know much about colonial politics, so he is left to wonder why such a beautiful woman is being wasted on the cross instead of simply being sold as a slave like a cheating whore whore would be where he comes from.
Yes, it turns him on to crucify a beautiful woman. Seeing her perfect body dancing on the cross, showing her beautiful features. It seems as if the cross is, in a morbid way, designed to bring out the beauty of a person. However, he would much rather buy her, if he had the money. He would of course discipline her, but he would be nice about it, unlike some of his friends. He would put a leash on her and train her to take his big cock as deep in her little mouth as she can, but he would be patient about it. Considering that she is a whore, she probably already has experience, so it wouldn't take too much time to train her properly. He wonders if she has experience in taking big cock up her ass. He has heard ridiculous rumors about Mary sleeping with donkeys, but he also knows that primitive colonial people like to exaggerate their defaming stories when they despise someone. Still, the idea that a woman would be so depraved, and so cock-hungry that she would even take a donkey's dick, turns him so much on that he has to turn away from the crowd to hide his erection.
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