The image of more modern makes it very intense for me. Leaving work as a strong, confident woman dressed sharply in a business suit (blouse, jacket, skirt, hose, heels). But then being abducted. And when they strip me, my entire personality changes as I lose each piece of my clothing. With each piece that is removed from me, I sink deeper and deeper into the abyss of helplessness and anguish. I struggle as I lose my clothing, but not out of defiance, but out of anguish and fear. Until finally I lose my panties. Feeling them sliding down my legs as they are removed has now changed me 180 degrees. The once strong and confident woman is now a sobbing, whimpering and terrified girl....
And they don't just strip me for my cross.....they will surely rape me before nailing me to it....
So as I said earlier, here I am just a short few hours later, naked and suffering on a cross, filled with the cum of my rapists. The physical agony is horrible.....but it almost pales in comparison to my emotional anguish....
