ShadowWolf
Tribune
Monday, June 18, 2018–Day 169. Here’s a new one entitled, "I Love A Parade"
"He’d grown up on a farm and as boy, he’d moved livestock around the field. Occasionly he’d drive cattle to the abbatoir in town for slaughter. Those heifer’s had it easy–a quick flick of the knife across their throats and it was all over. These two wouldn’t be so lucky. They’d nail them to crosses and let them writhe in agony for as long as they survived–hopefully a day or more. They had dazed looks on their faces as they were paraded through the city streets. Of course they were humiliated by their nakedness and about the way their flesh jiggled and danced with each blow of his crop. Perhaps what made it so degrading for them was the total indifference of the people who looked at them as passed–their faces exhibiting varying degrees of utter contempt, disgust, lust or just the satisfaction from the fact that they were alive and these two soon wouldn’t be. He was looking forward to fucking them again before they were nailed. They were high-bred–until just a few days ago they were living a life a pampered luxury. How quickly things had changed! Some of his fellow soldiers thought these two were a little plumb for their tastes. He didn’t care. Cunny was cunny as far as he was concerned. As long as his cock was buried to the hilt inside them, it was happy. He’d let his comrades enjoy fucking cunts that looked like little boys–he didn’t judge them–but he preferred a slut with some flesh on her bones. Who wouldn't rather sleep on a soft feather bed than lay on a lumpy bag of bones. And the look of absolute shame and humiliation on their faces as he lewdly rode them was priceless. They’d die with a cunt full of his cum and that was a happy thought. He gave them each a quick and painful blow on their asses to keep them moving. As he looked at their terrified faces, he wondered–what must they be thinking right now? What terror must they be imagining. He smiled. He knew from experience that whatever they were imagining–whatever terrors they mind could conceive, it wasn’t nearly as bad as what they were about to experience. ‘Soon...very soon...’ "
It is nice to see a picture of the walk to the site of crucifixion with the shame and humiliation a part of it.