danielle926
Executioner
It was a Friday late afternoon. It was a half day for the rest of
the office but I had to stay a bit later to finish some paperwork.
Finally I was caught up and I gathered my things from
my desk to head home for an afternoon and evening of relaxation.
Dressed smartly in a white blouse, business length black skirt and
heels, I walked out of the office to the parking garage and walked
toward my car which was in the far corner of the garage.
I was always a little nervous when walking alone in this garage, but
now I released a sigh of relief when I reached my car. As I fumbled
with my keys to unlock my door, I was suddenly grabbed from behind and
a hand tightly covered my mouth. My first thought raced through my mind.
It was "OH NO OH GOD". I struggled but he was too strong for me. Fear
filled me. I heard the voices of other men and that told me it wasn't
just him, there was more than one. My fear increased several fold at that
knowledge.
I was dragged over to the back of a van and then dragged inside. I then
saw that there were 4 men in the van with me. My mind raced and I was
filled with panic. Suddenly I felt tape being wrapped around my head and
over my mouth to gag me. The men then tied my hands behind my back and
tied my ankles together, one over the other. The men then went to the front
of the van and left me struggling as I sat bound and gagged on the cold
metal floor in the back of the van.
Then as all kinds of thoughts entered my head, my tears began to flow
freely as my struggles increased. The first thought was that I was being
taken to be raped. I was almost positive that would happen. And it
caused me to struggle even more and sob into my gag. But other thoughts
entered my mind too, thoughts I could not control as my mind raced.
Would I be tortured, or even killed. The more my mind raced like this,
the more terrified I became. Struggling even more I could feel and see
my skirt sliding up my thighs as I writhed and squirmed. That made me
feel more vulnerable than I already felt. The more my thighs were exposed
the more helpless I felt.
I could feel the van driving over what had to be a dirt road. I knew they
had to be driving me to a remote location. I began to pray to myself as
I tried to get free, hoping that might comfort me. But the fear trumped
everything. I had never been so scared in my entire life. Then I felt
the van come to a stop.
I heard doors open then shut, and heard the footsteps of the men who had
abducted me coming around to the back of the van. Then the rear doors of
the van swung open and they pulled me toward the back of the van as I
struggled, cried and tried to scream into the tape that covered my mouth.
They cut the rope that had kept my ankles bound together and pulled me
out. Then one of the men took my right upper arm and another man my left.
And they began to lead me into the woods with my hands still tied behind
my back and my mouth still taped.
I was crying so hard as I tried to resist being led deeper into the forest.
I lost my heels during the journey, first one then the other. Finally we
stopped at a small clearing in the midst of the thick forest. I looked
around for any sign of civilization but there was nothing. It was like
we were at the edge of the world with no one else around for miles and
miles.
Then I heard one of them say, "Take the tape off her mouth, nobody can hear
her out here anyway". As soon as the tape was removed I started screaming
for help. "OH GOD PLEASE HELP ME, SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME". The 4 of them
just laughed and I realized that no matter how much I screamed, there was
no way anyone was going to hear me. I was totally at their mercy.
So instead, I looked at them and began to beg and plead as the tears rolled
down my face, "Please let me go, oh god please. Please don't hurt me please".
Instead I began to feel hands grabbing at my clothing. The moment I heard
my blouse tearing I thought, "oh my god I'm really going to be raped".
Suddenly my blouse was gone, exposing my white lace bra. The from behind
I felt the clasp being undone. God no I thought as my bra straps slid off
my shoulders and my bra fell off. The air of the late afternoon and early
evening had become cooler and it caused my nipples to rise as they met the
cool breezes. I pleaded more, "oh god please no, please no, please don't
do this oh god please don't rape me". As I struggled and begged my exposed
breasts bounced.
Then I felt the button at the side of the waist of my skirt being undone.
I squirmed more as I felt my skirt fall off me, leaving me in only my white
lace panties. In a moment I felt fingers in the waist of my panties and then
I felt them sliding down my thighs. "OH GOD NO PLEASE NO" I screamed. I then
felt the man behind me untie my wrists and then in what seemed like an
instant, I was pinned down on the ground on my back, now only wearing the
cross that I always wear around my neck.
As I was held down I was raped by each of them, one after the other, as I
sobbed and struggled. One by one they penetrated me, fucked me, and didn't
leave me until they had left every drop of their seed inside of me. I
didn't even plead anymore, I just sobbed as they completed their violation
of my body and soul.
When they had finished, I heard one of them say, "We can't let her go, we
can't risk being caught". Two of the men were still holding me down and
I started to struggle harder again because I knew he had to be talking about
killing me". "NO NO PLEASE NO", I screamed, "PLEASE LET ME GO PLEASE".
Then I looked and saw the other 2 men dragging a cross out from behind
a group of trees. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest as I thought,
"oh god no it can't be, please it can't be".
They laid the cross on the ground next to me then the 4 of them lifted me
and laid me on top of the cross. I can't even describe the fear I felt.
My mind screamed "OH GOD THEY ARE GOING TO CRUCIFY ME". As 3 of the men
held me down on the cross, one on each arm and one holding my legs, I
struggled and starting crying as hard as I ever had in my life. "No please
please don't do this, PLEASE DON'T. OH GOD PLEASE HELP ME, PLEASE DON'T
CRUCIFY ME PLEASE PLEASE NO".
The 4th man walked over to me holding a small cloth bag. Then he reached
in and took out 3 very long spike like nails. "OH GOD NO", I screamed,
"PLEASE DON"T PLEASE, I DON'T WANT TO DIE, OH DEAR GOD PLEASE HELP ME".
He then knelt down by the man holding my right arm to the cross and I felt
the tip of the nail against my wrist. Every muscle in my body tightened
as I struggled so hard. "NO PLEASE NO OH GOD NO". Then suddenly the hammer
fell and the nail pierced my wrist down to the wood. I screamed in pain
and my back arched from it. The hammering stopped and I looked over to
see my now bleeding wrist attached to the cross by the nail. Then I
went through it again for my right wrist.
He then walked down to the bottom of the cross where my legs were being
held. I was breathing so hard from pain and fear that I was nearly
hyperventilating. I realized they were now going to nail my feet to the
cross. I fought to pull my feet away from them, the muscles in my
calves and thighs tightening as I tried to free my feet from the impending
nailing. But now 2 of the men were holding my legs down and holding
my right foot on top of my left. "OH GOD PLEASE NO PLEASE NO", I cried,
"PLEASE GOD HELP ME, PLEASE SOMEBODY ANYBODY PLEASE HELP ME".
Then it started. I felt the nail being driven into my feet and into the
wood. I screamed out in agony as my back arched yet again because of the
horrible pain. And it was done. I was now nailed to a cross. All 4
men now moved away as I writhed and squirmed and groaned from the pain.
"Let's get her up", I heard one of them say.
Then I felt the cross being raised. As it became upright gravity pulled my
body weight down, stretching my arms and causing my knees to bend, causing
even more pain. I was still breathing heavily and groaning from the pain
as they drove in stakes at the base of the cross to hold it in place.
My long hours of suffering had just begun. A few minutes after being raised,
I felt some of the seed they had left inside of me start to seep out and
drip onto the insides of my thighs. I could feel the wetness of it as my
thighs slide together while I was squirming and struggling on my cross.
All I could do was moan and cry in agony.
I looked down at them and gasped, "P-p-please h-h-hhelp me p-p-please".
But all I heard was one of them say, "Ok let's get the hell out of here".
As I saw them walking toward the van, I cried out, "No please, oh god
please don't leave me, please don't leave me alone, OH GOD PLEASE".
But then the van drove off and I was left alone to suffer and eventually
die on my cross.
I never felt so alone in my life. I could feel my cross that I was still
wearing around my neck laying against my chest. I tried so hard to draw
comfort from feeling it. As I writhed and suffered on my cross, I wished
so much that someone was with me to comfort me and to tell me they loved
me. I could feel my own tears falling onto my breasts. Each minute
brought me even more pain and suffering.
It was getting close to sundown now. I could hear the sounds of the forest
but it could not stop me from feeling so alone and abandoned. I laid
my head back and turned my eyes to the sky, praying for mercy. I begged
god to give me a sign that I was not alone. But my faith was also shaken
too, as I asked god why he was letting me suffer so much. I begged him
to help me but here I was still nailed to this cross and in so much agony.
Struggling was making me suffer more, but the pain was making me struggle,
I couldn't help it. It was a vicious and horrible cycle. But the emotional
agony was as bad as my physical suffering. And the emotional pain was
amplified from being alone. No one to comfort me. No one to love me.
No one to reach up and touch me and tell me they cared and I would be ok.
As the sun began to set, I could no longer stand the pain and agony that
had enveloped me. I cried and cried then laid my head back again, my eyes
once again turned toward the sky. "dear lord, please have mercy on me
please. please don't let me suffer anymore, oh god please. please show
me you love me and take me now, please god I beg you, oh god please....".
the office but I had to stay a bit later to finish some paperwork.
Finally I was caught up and I gathered my things from
my desk to head home for an afternoon and evening of relaxation.
Dressed smartly in a white blouse, business length black skirt and
heels, I walked out of the office to the parking garage and walked
toward my car which was in the far corner of the garage.
I was always a little nervous when walking alone in this garage, but
now I released a sigh of relief when I reached my car. As I fumbled
with my keys to unlock my door, I was suddenly grabbed from behind and
a hand tightly covered my mouth. My first thought raced through my mind.
It was "OH NO OH GOD". I struggled but he was too strong for me. Fear
filled me. I heard the voices of other men and that told me it wasn't
just him, there was more than one. My fear increased several fold at that
knowledge.
I was dragged over to the back of a van and then dragged inside. I then
saw that there were 4 men in the van with me. My mind raced and I was
filled with panic. Suddenly I felt tape being wrapped around my head and
over my mouth to gag me. The men then tied my hands behind my back and
tied my ankles together, one over the other. The men then went to the front
of the van and left me struggling as I sat bound and gagged on the cold
metal floor in the back of the van.
Then as all kinds of thoughts entered my head, my tears began to flow
freely as my struggles increased. The first thought was that I was being
taken to be raped. I was almost positive that would happen. And it
caused me to struggle even more and sob into my gag. But other thoughts
entered my mind too, thoughts I could not control as my mind raced.
Would I be tortured, or even killed. The more my mind raced like this,
the more terrified I became. Struggling even more I could feel and see
my skirt sliding up my thighs as I writhed and squirmed. That made me
feel more vulnerable than I already felt. The more my thighs were exposed
the more helpless I felt.
I could feel the van driving over what had to be a dirt road. I knew they
had to be driving me to a remote location. I began to pray to myself as
I tried to get free, hoping that might comfort me. But the fear trumped
everything. I had never been so scared in my entire life. Then I felt
the van come to a stop.
I heard doors open then shut, and heard the footsteps of the men who had
abducted me coming around to the back of the van. Then the rear doors of
the van swung open and they pulled me toward the back of the van as I
struggled, cried and tried to scream into the tape that covered my mouth.
They cut the rope that had kept my ankles bound together and pulled me
out. Then one of the men took my right upper arm and another man my left.
And they began to lead me into the woods with my hands still tied behind
my back and my mouth still taped.
I was crying so hard as I tried to resist being led deeper into the forest.
I lost my heels during the journey, first one then the other. Finally we
stopped at a small clearing in the midst of the thick forest. I looked
around for any sign of civilization but there was nothing. It was like
we were at the edge of the world with no one else around for miles and
miles.
Then I heard one of them say, "Take the tape off her mouth, nobody can hear
her out here anyway". As soon as the tape was removed I started screaming
for help. "OH GOD PLEASE HELP ME, SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME". The 4 of them
just laughed and I realized that no matter how much I screamed, there was
no way anyone was going to hear me. I was totally at their mercy.
So instead, I looked at them and began to beg and plead as the tears rolled
down my face, "Please let me go, oh god please. Please don't hurt me please".
Instead I began to feel hands grabbing at my clothing. The moment I heard
my blouse tearing I thought, "oh my god I'm really going to be raped".
Suddenly my blouse was gone, exposing my white lace bra. The from behind
I felt the clasp being undone. God no I thought as my bra straps slid off
my shoulders and my bra fell off. The air of the late afternoon and early
evening had become cooler and it caused my nipples to rise as they met the
cool breezes. I pleaded more, "oh god please no, please no, please don't
do this oh god please don't rape me". As I struggled and begged my exposed
breasts bounced.
Then I felt the button at the side of the waist of my skirt being undone.
I squirmed more as I felt my skirt fall off me, leaving me in only my white
lace panties. In a moment I felt fingers in the waist of my panties and then
I felt them sliding down my thighs. "OH GOD NO PLEASE NO" I screamed. I then
felt the man behind me untie my wrists and then in what seemed like an
instant, I was pinned down on the ground on my back, now only wearing the
cross that I always wear around my neck.
As I was held down I was raped by each of them, one after the other, as I
sobbed and struggled. One by one they penetrated me, fucked me, and didn't
leave me until they had left every drop of their seed inside of me. I
didn't even plead anymore, I just sobbed as they completed their violation
of my body and soul.
When they had finished, I heard one of them say, "We can't let her go, we
can't risk being caught". Two of the men were still holding me down and
I started to struggle harder again because I knew he had to be talking about
killing me". "NO NO PLEASE NO", I screamed, "PLEASE LET ME GO PLEASE".
Then I looked and saw the other 2 men dragging a cross out from behind
a group of trees. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest as I thought,
"oh god no it can't be, please it can't be".
They laid the cross on the ground next to me then the 4 of them lifted me
and laid me on top of the cross. I can't even describe the fear I felt.
My mind screamed "OH GOD THEY ARE GOING TO CRUCIFY ME". As 3 of the men
held me down on the cross, one on each arm and one holding my legs, I
struggled and starting crying as hard as I ever had in my life. "No please
please don't do this, PLEASE DON'T. OH GOD PLEASE HELP ME, PLEASE DON'T
CRUCIFY ME PLEASE PLEASE NO".
The 4th man walked over to me holding a small cloth bag. Then he reached
in and took out 3 very long spike like nails. "OH GOD NO", I screamed,
"PLEASE DON"T PLEASE, I DON'T WANT TO DIE, OH DEAR GOD PLEASE HELP ME".
He then knelt down by the man holding my right arm to the cross and I felt
the tip of the nail against my wrist. Every muscle in my body tightened
as I struggled so hard. "NO PLEASE NO OH GOD NO". Then suddenly the hammer
fell and the nail pierced my wrist down to the wood. I screamed in pain
and my back arched from it. The hammering stopped and I looked over to
see my now bleeding wrist attached to the cross by the nail. Then I
went through it again for my right wrist.
He then walked down to the bottom of the cross where my legs were being
held. I was breathing so hard from pain and fear that I was nearly
hyperventilating. I realized they were now going to nail my feet to the
cross. I fought to pull my feet away from them, the muscles in my
calves and thighs tightening as I tried to free my feet from the impending
nailing. But now 2 of the men were holding my legs down and holding
my right foot on top of my left. "OH GOD PLEASE NO PLEASE NO", I cried,
"PLEASE GOD HELP ME, PLEASE SOMEBODY ANYBODY PLEASE HELP ME".
Then it started. I felt the nail being driven into my feet and into the
wood. I screamed out in agony as my back arched yet again because of the
horrible pain. And it was done. I was now nailed to a cross. All 4
men now moved away as I writhed and squirmed and groaned from the pain.
"Let's get her up", I heard one of them say.
Then I felt the cross being raised. As it became upright gravity pulled my
body weight down, stretching my arms and causing my knees to bend, causing
even more pain. I was still breathing heavily and groaning from the pain
as they drove in stakes at the base of the cross to hold it in place.
My long hours of suffering had just begun. A few minutes after being raised,
I felt some of the seed they had left inside of me start to seep out and
drip onto the insides of my thighs. I could feel the wetness of it as my
thighs slide together while I was squirming and struggling on my cross.
All I could do was moan and cry in agony.
I looked down at them and gasped, "P-p-please h-h-hhelp me p-p-please".
But all I heard was one of them say, "Ok let's get the hell out of here".
As I saw them walking toward the van, I cried out, "No please, oh god
please don't leave me, please don't leave me alone, OH GOD PLEASE".
But then the van drove off and I was left alone to suffer and eventually
die on my cross.
I never felt so alone in my life. I could feel my cross that I was still
wearing around my neck laying against my chest. I tried so hard to draw
comfort from feeling it. As I writhed and suffered on my cross, I wished
so much that someone was with me to comfort me and to tell me they loved
me. I could feel my own tears falling onto my breasts. Each minute
brought me even more pain and suffering.
It was getting close to sundown now. I could hear the sounds of the forest
but it could not stop me from feeling so alone and abandoned. I laid
my head back and turned my eyes to the sky, praying for mercy. I begged
god to give me a sign that I was not alone. But my faith was also shaken
too, as I asked god why he was letting me suffer so much. I begged him
to help me but here I was still nailed to this cross and in so much agony.
Struggling was making me suffer more, but the pain was making me struggle,
I couldn't help it. It was a vicious and horrible cycle. But the emotional
agony was as bad as my physical suffering. And the emotional pain was
amplified from being alone. No one to comfort me. No one to love me.
No one to reach up and touch me and tell me they cared and I would be ok.
As the sun began to set, I could no longer stand the pain and agony that
had enveloped me. I cried and cried then laid my head back again, my eyes
once again turned toward the sky. "dear lord, please have mercy on me
please. please don't let me suffer anymore, oh god please. please show
me you love me and take me now, please god I beg you, oh god please....".
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) and once she approved it, I started posing the character and in this instance the lips do look a little too full, but I didn't think much of it at the time and when Danielle approved the pic I was good with it. I think jacksjg89 is right and I should have probably adjusted the morphs, but like I said it has never been my habit. Live and Learn! From now on I will pay more attention to how a morph gets altered in different poses and if something seems off, I will ask the "original" 
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