Zephirantes
Magistrate
As a writer, I tend to identify with the victim of my stories, to explore their thoughts (which become my own).
Knowing you have to die soon is surely one of the most stressful experiences there is, and dying on the cross all the more so, because a crucified person is in a sense already beyond being able to be saved now, but not dead yet. Death becomes inevitable, and yet the crucified person is alive.
I have always thought that it would be very courteous and kind to offer the crucified girls in my fantasies some kind of... psychological support, to help them cope with all the strange and extreme feelings they experience (fear, humiliation, pain, the forced immobility of hands and feet, ...).
This short story was created with the intention of exploring this narrative possibility.
PS: I have noticed that I often lose interest in my own stories that I cannot finish in a relatively short time. My fault, I apologize for that.
On the bright side, I will try, as much as possible, to post shorter stories that are already complete like this one, or at least close to completion.
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«A death-slut is born... with some psychological help!»
It was midday, and the crowd had gathered, buzzing with excitement. They knew today’s entertainment was going to be a special one. Penny, a toned petite blonde but with some soft curves in all the right spots, was sentenced to be crucified in front of everyone, her nude body exposed for the town's enjoyment. She was led to her cross, her eyes wide and filled with dread. Every step felt like a nightmare she couldn’t wake from.
The executioners, however, were kind. Almost too kind.
“Alright, Penny! Don’t you worry, sweetheart, we’re going to take good care of you today,” an executioner said with a grin. “We’ll make sure those nails are positioned just right—so you’ll last a nice, long time.”
Penny trembled as they stripped her bare, her body shaking with a mix of fear and humiliation. The crowd whistled and cheered as her soft breasts and naked pussy were revealed. The cool air made her skin prickle as she stood there, fully exposed.
“Please... please don’t do this,” Penny whispered, her voice barely audible.
“Oh, c’mon now, sweetie,” replied cheerfully another executioner. “We’re just doing our job! Besides, you’ve got such a beautiful body! It’d be a shame not to share it with everyone, right? You’ll be the star of the show today, Penny!”
Penny’s breath was ragged as she stood before the cross, her wrists trembling as the executioners prepared her for what was coming. Already naked, her body glistening with sweat under the intense gaze of the crowd, and her fear was palpable.
"Now, don't worry, Penny," said one of the executioners, his voice disturbingly cheerful. "We're gonna make this as smooth as possible. Well, not too smooth—otherwise, where's the fun for the crowd?" He winked, causing the onlookers to laugh and cheer. The crowd was eagerly awaiting the moment when her delicate body would be nailed to the cross, her suffering displayed for all to enjoy.
Penny shivered, her eyes darting around, but there was no escape. The crowd was hungry for her pain, their eyes glued to her bare form. She wanted to scream, to beg, but the humiliation was too much. Instead, she withdrew into herself, trying to block it all out. It was the only thing she could do.
"Come on now, sweetheart, let’s get those hands in place," said the second executioner, a softer voice, though no less cruel in its purpose. "We’ve got to make sure the nails go in just right. We don’t want to cut off circulation too early, you know? Gotta make sure you hang there for a while!" He grinned as he took her left wrist and gently positioned it against the rough wood of the crossbeam.
The first executioner picked up the heavy iron nail, looking at it almost lovingly. "Don’t you worry, Penny. We’ll make sure the pain lasts nice and long for you. The crowd loves a good show, after all!" He chuckled as he raised the hammer, positioning the nail above her wrist.
Penny’s body tensed as she felt the cold metal against her skin, her breath catching in her throat. "Please… no… not like this…" she whispered, but her voice was too weak, too faint to stop what was coming.
"Shh, shh, it’s alright. Just focus on the moment," the second executioner said gently, patting her shoulder as if comforting a child. "The first one always hurts the most!" And with that, the hammer came down. The crowd erupted in cheers as the nail drove through her wrist, the sound of metal on wood ringing out.
Penny gasped, tears springing to her eyes as the searing pain shot through her arm. But she didn’t scream. She didn’t want to give them that satisfaction. She bit her lip, retreating further into her mind, trying to block it all out.
"Tough girl, aren’t ya?" the first executioner said with a grin. "Well, let’s see how long that lasts!" He moved around to the other side, lifting her other arm and positioning it on the opposite side of the crossbeam.
"You’ve got a great body, Penny," the second executioner said as he admired her toned stomach, her small but perky breasts, and the smooth skin of her thighs. "You’ll look beautiful up there, struggling and squirming. We’ll make sure of it!"
Another heavy blow from the hammer, and the second nail was driven through her right wrist. Penny’s body convulsed in agony, but still, she stayed silent. She focused on the pain, letting it consume her thoughts rather than the humiliation of being exposed, spread out for the crowd’s pleasure.
"There we go!" the first executioner said with satisfaction, stepping back to admire his handiwork. "Now for the feet, sweetheart. Gotta get those nailed down too. But first…" He exchanged a glance with his colleague, and together, they lifted her trembling body onto the wooden sedile protruding from the cross.
Penny’s heart raced as they positioned her, her thighs parting as they lowered her down onto the sedile. She could feel the rough wood pressing against her bare, exposed sex, parting her labia and sending a new wave of humiliation and pain through her.
"Just right, don’t you think?" the second executioner said, adjusting her slightly so that the sedile pressed deeply between her folds. "Gotta get you nice and spread for the crowd. They’re eager to see how your pussy handles the torture!"
The crowd roared with approval, and Penny’s cheeks flushed with shame. She was trembling, trying to hold herself together as her most private parts were split open by the wood.
"It’s okay, Penny," the first executioner said in a disturbingly soothing voice. "It’ll hurt, but that’s the point, isn’t it? Now, let’s get those feet secured."
One by one, they nailed her feet to the cross, each nail sending another jolt of agony through her body. And yet, despite the pain, she couldn’t bring herself to scream. She stayed silent, curling deeper into herself, trying to escape the horror of what was happening.
Penny whimpered, her body shaking as they lifted her onto the cross, her legs spread wide, feet placed precisely so the nails would pin her down for good. She felt her sex press painfully against the sedile, her body forced to grind against it with every slight movement. Her feet were nailed next, the hammer blows echoing through the square.
As the cross was raised, the crowd went wild. People cheered, shouted, and even whistled at the sight of her naked body straining against the wood, her breasts heaving as she gasped for air. Penny closed her eyes, trying to retreat into her mind, desperate to escape the humiliation and agony she was about to endure. But no matter how hard she tried, the pain and shame were inescapable. Her bare pussy rubbed painfully against the wooden sedile, the rough surface scraping her sensitive skin with every breath.
"Isn’t she lovely!" one man shouted from the crowd. "What a show!" Another joined in. "Make her rub it more! Let’s see her suffer!"
Penny’s body trembled in agony, her mind spiraling deeper into despair. She didn’t want this attention, didn’t want to be seen like this, but there was no escape.
The executioners, still standing nearby, tried to look reassuring but wasn’t exactly sure what to say.
"Come on, Penny. It’s not so bad. You’re doing great up there!" one of them said, attempting a smile.
"Great?! I’m naked, nailed to a cross, and everyone’s watching me!" Penny hissed through gritted teeth. "I don’t want to be here! I don’t want them to see me like this!"
The other executioner, the one that nailed her hands, shrugged awkwardly. "Well, uh... maybe you just gotta... lean into it? I mean, you’re not going anywhere, right?" He scratched the back of his head again, clearly unsure of how to console her. "Look, I’ll find someone who can help. Maybe... maybe a psychologist or something?"
Penny’s eyes widened. "A psychologist? What good is a psychologist going to do me? I’m literally dying on a cross!"
"Yeah, but, y'know... someone like Dr. Jessica Belnuts! She’s really good at this stuff. I think she could help you... process all this," A fellow executioner suggested cheerfully, as though it were just a casual conversation.
"Process?! How am I supposed to process dying naked in front of a crowd?!" Penny snapped, her frustration and fear mixing with the unbearable pain.
"Don’t worry! I’ll go get her! You just hang in there—literally!" With a wink, the executioners dashed off, leaving Penny suffering on her cross, her body straining as the crowd continued to cheer and jeer.
The minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity as Penny’s naked body rubbed agonizingly against the sedile. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the noise of the crowd, the humiliation of being exposed and vulnerable. But the pain wouldn’t let her escape. Every breath, every small movement, sent fresh waves of agony through her wrists, feet, and her sex, grinding on the harsh wood.
"Come on, Penny! Show us what you’ve got!" someone shouted from the crowd.
"Suffer for us, girl!" another yelled.
Penny’s face twisted in despair, tears streaming down her cheeks as she tried to hold on. She didn’t want to die this way. She didn’t want to be seen like this. But there was no escaping her fate.
A short while later, a woman in a tight pencil skirt and glasses arrived, clipboard in hand. She looked up at Penny, hanging there in agony, and smiled brightly.
She was Dr. Jessica Belnuts, walking with a confident stride toward her cross. She was a striking woman indeed, tall and composed, her expression one of calm professionalism. She’d helped many an executee find their voice before the end.
"Hello, Penny! I’m Dr. Jessica Belnuts, your therapist for the day! I specialize in, uh, extreme existential crises!" she said with a cheerful tone, her high heels clacking against the ground as she approached the crucified girl.
Penny blinked, her voice raspy. "Oh, great... A shrink... just what I needed while nailed to a cross..."
"Don’t be like that, sweetie!" Jessica cooed, running her fingers lightly over the wooden cross, "We’re going to get through this together, alright? Now, tell me how you're feeling." Her voice was sweet and soothing, but there was a mischievous glint in her eye.
Penny sighed deeply. "Well... let's see. I’m in unbearable pain. I’m naked, exposed, and everyone can see my most intimate parts. I can’t move... and I’m, uh, kinda rubbing my pussy on this thing to distract myself from the agony... and, oh yeah, I’m going to die." She gave a humorless chuckle. "So yeah, I’m peachy."
Jessica nodded, scribbling furiously on her clipboard. "Mmmhmm. Classic crucifixion trauma. Let’s work on your stress levels, alright? First, deep breaths, in and out... focus on the moment... You’re still alive! Let’s savor that!"
Penny rolled her eyes. "Right, I’ll just savor the nails in my wrists and feet."
Dr. Belnuts smiled brightly. "Exactly! Now, let’s address this... pussy-rubbing. You mentioned it helps distract from the pain, correct?"
Penny's cheeks flushed red. "Uh... yeah. It... sort of feels good, even though it also hurts like hell."
"No need to be embarrassed!" Jessica chirped, leaning in closer. "In fact, let’s explore that feeling a little more, shall we?" Without warning, she reached out and gently brushed her fingers against Penny's swollen clit.
Penny gasped, her body jerking in surprise. "Wha—what are you doing?!" she cried, half in shock, half in shame.
"Just helping you relax, dear." Jessica's voice was smooth, like honey. "Sometimes, when you're facing imminent death, a little... intimate touch can really ease the tension. Besides, isn’t this better than the rough wood of the sedile?"
Penny's breaths quickened, her body torn between the excruciating pain and the strange relief of the doctor’s skilled fingers. "I... I guess... but... this is so... weird..."
"Weird? Oh, honey, you're literally nailed to a cross—we passed 'weird' hours ago!" Jessica laughed softly, continuing her slow, teasing movements. "Just let go of your inhibitions. No one’s judging you here. It’s just you, me, and this lovely piece of wood you're nailed to!"
Penny bit her lip, stifling a moan. "I... can’t believe this is happening," she muttered, her body starting to respond despite her mind’s protests.
"Believe it, sweetie." Jessica leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Penny's ear. "We’re going to make sure you get through this in the most... pleasurable way possible. Who said dying had to be all suffering and no fun?"
Penny let out a shaky breath, her body trembling. "I... I don't want to die... but... this feels... so good... I hate that I’m enjoying it!"
Jessica smirked, her fingers still working their magic. "It’s okay to enjoy it, Penny. This is your final journey, so why not make it memorable? Besides, pleasure and pain often go hand in hand, don’t they?" Her voice was almost hypnotic, encouraging Penny to surrender to the sensations.
"I... I guess... but... what’s the point if I’m going to die anyway?" Penny asked, her voice filled with a mix of fear and reluctant arousal.
"The point is to feel everything before you go, darling. To live fully in these last moments. It’s not about how long you live, but how deeply you feel." Jessica’s fingers pressed harder, eliciting a moan from Penny.
"God... I feel so helpless..." Penny whimpered, her body writhing against the cross as the mixture of agony and ecstasy overwhelmed her.
"Helplessness is just another form of surrender, sweetie," Jessica purred. "And sometimes, surrendering to the inevitable can be... liberating. You can’t control your fate, but you can control how you experience it."
"But... I don’t want to die like this!" Penny’s voice cracked, tears welling up in her eyes.
Jessica’s expression softened for a moment. "I know, darling. No one truly wants to die... But think of it this way—your suffering, your pleasure... it’s all a beautiful dance. A final performance. You’re going out with a bang, quite literally!"
Penny let out a bitter laugh through her tears. "A... a bang, huh? More like a whimper..."
Jessica smiled warmly. "Not from where I’m standing. You’re doing wonderfully, Penny. Now, let’s focus on that beautiful body of yours. You’re strong, and you’re still here. And for as long as you’re here... I’ll make sure you feel everything to the fullest."
Penny’s eyes fluttered shut as the pleasure built, mixing with the searing pain in her limbs. "I... I’m scared, Jessica... but... I can’t stop... it feels too good..."
"Don’t stop, sweetie," Jessica whispered, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles. "Ride the waves. Let the pleasure drown out the pain... Just for a little while longer."
As Penny's breath came in ragged gasps, the intensity of Dr. Belnuts' touch sending confusing waves of pleasure and pain through her naked, nailed body, the psychologist took a step back for a moment. She tapped her chin thoughtfully, smiling as she scribbled a few more notes onto her clipboard.
"You’re doing so well, Penny," she said brightly. "I’ve worked with many patients in... difficult situations, but you? You’re really embracing the process!"
Penny, her body trembling with a mix of exhaustion, fear, and arousal, gave a weak chuckle. "Yeah... embracing the whole 'dying naked and nailed to a cross' thing..." she muttered, sarcastic but unable to hide the emotion in her voice.
Dr. Belnuts winked. "Exactly! And sweetie, you're not just dying—you’re living these final moments to the fullest. There’s nothing more powerful than facing death with open arms... quite literally!" She glanced at Penny’s arms, stretched out and pinned cruelly to the cross. "Well, nailed arms, I guess."
Knowing you have to die soon is surely one of the most stressful experiences there is, and dying on the cross all the more so, because a crucified person is in a sense already beyond being able to be saved now, but not dead yet. Death becomes inevitable, and yet the crucified person is alive.
I have always thought that it would be very courteous and kind to offer the crucified girls in my fantasies some kind of... psychological support, to help them cope with all the strange and extreme feelings they experience (fear, humiliation, pain, the forced immobility of hands and feet, ...).
This short story was created with the intention of exploring this narrative possibility.
PS: I have noticed that I often lose interest in my own stories that I cannot finish in a relatively short time. My fault, I apologize for that.
On the bright side, I will try, as much as possible, to post shorter stories that are already complete like this one, or at least close to completion.
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«A death-slut is born... with some psychological help!»
It was midday, and the crowd had gathered, buzzing with excitement. They knew today’s entertainment was going to be a special one. Penny, a toned petite blonde but with some soft curves in all the right spots, was sentenced to be crucified in front of everyone, her nude body exposed for the town's enjoyment. She was led to her cross, her eyes wide and filled with dread. Every step felt like a nightmare she couldn’t wake from.
The executioners, however, were kind. Almost too kind.
“Alright, Penny! Don’t you worry, sweetheart, we’re going to take good care of you today,” an executioner said with a grin. “We’ll make sure those nails are positioned just right—so you’ll last a nice, long time.”
Penny trembled as they stripped her bare, her body shaking with a mix of fear and humiliation. The crowd whistled and cheered as her soft breasts and naked pussy were revealed. The cool air made her skin prickle as she stood there, fully exposed.
“Please... please don’t do this,” Penny whispered, her voice barely audible.
“Oh, c’mon now, sweetie,” replied cheerfully another executioner. “We’re just doing our job! Besides, you’ve got such a beautiful body! It’d be a shame not to share it with everyone, right? You’ll be the star of the show today, Penny!”
Penny’s breath was ragged as she stood before the cross, her wrists trembling as the executioners prepared her for what was coming. Already naked, her body glistening with sweat under the intense gaze of the crowd, and her fear was palpable.
"Now, don't worry, Penny," said one of the executioners, his voice disturbingly cheerful. "We're gonna make this as smooth as possible. Well, not too smooth—otherwise, where's the fun for the crowd?" He winked, causing the onlookers to laugh and cheer. The crowd was eagerly awaiting the moment when her delicate body would be nailed to the cross, her suffering displayed for all to enjoy.
Penny shivered, her eyes darting around, but there was no escape. The crowd was hungry for her pain, their eyes glued to her bare form. She wanted to scream, to beg, but the humiliation was too much. Instead, she withdrew into herself, trying to block it all out. It was the only thing she could do.
"Come on now, sweetheart, let’s get those hands in place," said the second executioner, a softer voice, though no less cruel in its purpose. "We’ve got to make sure the nails go in just right. We don’t want to cut off circulation too early, you know? Gotta make sure you hang there for a while!" He grinned as he took her left wrist and gently positioned it against the rough wood of the crossbeam.
The first executioner picked up the heavy iron nail, looking at it almost lovingly. "Don’t you worry, Penny. We’ll make sure the pain lasts nice and long for you. The crowd loves a good show, after all!" He chuckled as he raised the hammer, positioning the nail above her wrist.
Penny’s body tensed as she felt the cold metal against her skin, her breath catching in her throat. "Please… no… not like this…" she whispered, but her voice was too weak, too faint to stop what was coming.
"Shh, shh, it’s alright. Just focus on the moment," the second executioner said gently, patting her shoulder as if comforting a child. "The first one always hurts the most!" And with that, the hammer came down. The crowd erupted in cheers as the nail drove through her wrist, the sound of metal on wood ringing out.
Penny gasped, tears springing to her eyes as the searing pain shot through her arm. But she didn’t scream. She didn’t want to give them that satisfaction. She bit her lip, retreating further into her mind, trying to block it all out.
"Tough girl, aren’t ya?" the first executioner said with a grin. "Well, let’s see how long that lasts!" He moved around to the other side, lifting her other arm and positioning it on the opposite side of the crossbeam.
"You’ve got a great body, Penny," the second executioner said as he admired her toned stomach, her small but perky breasts, and the smooth skin of her thighs. "You’ll look beautiful up there, struggling and squirming. We’ll make sure of it!"
Another heavy blow from the hammer, and the second nail was driven through her right wrist. Penny’s body convulsed in agony, but still, she stayed silent. She focused on the pain, letting it consume her thoughts rather than the humiliation of being exposed, spread out for the crowd’s pleasure.
"There we go!" the first executioner said with satisfaction, stepping back to admire his handiwork. "Now for the feet, sweetheart. Gotta get those nailed down too. But first…" He exchanged a glance with his colleague, and together, they lifted her trembling body onto the wooden sedile protruding from the cross.
Penny’s heart raced as they positioned her, her thighs parting as they lowered her down onto the sedile. She could feel the rough wood pressing against her bare, exposed sex, parting her labia and sending a new wave of humiliation and pain through her.
"Just right, don’t you think?" the second executioner said, adjusting her slightly so that the sedile pressed deeply between her folds. "Gotta get you nice and spread for the crowd. They’re eager to see how your pussy handles the torture!"
The crowd roared with approval, and Penny’s cheeks flushed with shame. She was trembling, trying to hold herself together as her most private parts were split open by the wood.
"It’s okay, Penny," the first executioner said in a disturbingly soothing voice. "It’ll hurt, but that’s the point, isn’t it? Now, let’s get those feet secured."
One by one, they nailed her feet to the cross, each nail sending another jolt of agony through her body. And yet, despite the pain, she couldn’t bring herself to scream. She stayed silent, curling deeper into herself, trying to escape the horror of what was happening.
Penny whimpered, her body shaking as they lifted her onto the cross, her legs spread wide, feet placed precisely so the nails would pin her down for good. She felt her sex press painfully against the sedile, her body forced to grind against it with every slight movement. Her feet were nailed next, the hammer blows echoing through the square.
As the cross was raised, the crowd went wild. People cheered, shouted, and even whistled at the sight of her naked body straining against the wood, her breasts heaving as she gasped for air. Penny closed her eyes, trying to retreat into her mind, desperate to escape the humiliation and agony she was about to endure. But no matter how hard she tried, the pain and shame were inescapable. Her bare pussy rubbed painfully against the wooden sedile, the rough surface scraping her sensitive skin with every breath.
"Isn’t she lovely!" one man shouted from the crowd. "What a show!" Another joined in. "Make her rub it more! Let’s see her suffer!"
Penny’s body trembled in agony, her mind spiraling deeper into despair. She didn’t want this attention, didn’t want to be seen like this, but there was no escape.
The executioners, still standing nearby, tried to look reassuring but wasn’t exactly sure what to say.
"Come on, Penny. It’s not so bad. You’re doing great up there!" one of them said, attempting a smile.
"Great?! I’m naked, nailed to a cross, and everyone’s watching me!" Penny hissed through gritted teeth. "I don’t want to be here! I don’t want them to see me like this!"
The other executioner, the one that nailed her hands, shrugged awkwardly. "Well, uh... maybe you just gotta... lean into it? I mean, you’re not going anywhere, right?" He scratched the back of his head again, clearly unsure of how to console her. "Look, I’ll find someone who can help. Maybe... maybe a psychologist or something?"
Penny’s eyes widened. "A psychologist? What good is a psychologist going to do me? I’m literally dying on a cross!"
"Yeah, but, y'know... someone like Dr. Jessica Belnuts! She’s really good at this stuff. I think she could help you... process all this," A fellow executioner suggested cheerfully, as though it were just a casual conversation.
"Process?! How am I supposed to process dying naked in front of a crowd?!" Penny snapped, her frustration and fear mixing with the unbearable pain.
"Don’t worry! I’ll go get her! You just hang in there—literally!" With a wink, the executioners dashed off, leaving Penny suffering on her cross, her body straining as the crowd continued to cheer and jeer.
The minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity as Penny’s naked body rubbed agonizingly against the sedile. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the noise of the crowd, the humiliation of being exposed and vulnerable. But the pain wouldn’t let her escape. Every breath, every small movement, sent fresh waves of agony through her wrists, feet, and her sex, grinding on the harsh wood.
"Come on, Penny! Show us what you’ve got!" someone shouted from the crowd.
"Suffer for us, girl!" another yelled.
Penny’s face twisted in despair, tears streaming down her cheeks as she tried to hold on. She didn’t want to die this way. She didn’t want to be seen like this. But there was no escaping her fate.
A short while later, a woman in a tight pencil skirt and glasses arrived, clipboard in hand. She looked up at Penny, hanging there in agony, and smiled brightly.
She was Dr. Jessica Belnuts, walking with a confident stride toward her cross. She was a striking woman indeed, tall and composed, her expression one of calm professionalism. She’d helped many an executee find their voice before the end.
"Hello, Penny! I’m Dr. Jessica Belnuts, your therapist for the day! I specialize in, uh, extreme existential crises!" she said with a cheerful tone, her high heels clacking against the ground as she approached the crucified girl.
Penny blinked, her voice raspy. "Oh, great... A shrink... just what I needed while nailed to a cross..."
"Don’t be like that, sweetie!" Jessica cooed, running her fingers lightly over the wooden cross, "We’re going to get through this together, alright? Now, tell me how you're feeling." Her voice was sweet and soothing, but there was a mischievous glint in her eye.
Penny sighed deeply. "Well... let's see. I’m in unbearable pain. I’m naked, exposed, and everyone can see my most intimate parts. I can’t move... and I’m, uh, kinda rubbing my pussy on this thing to distract myself from the agony... and, oh yeah, I’m going to die." She gave a humorless chuckle. "So yeah, I’m peachy."
Jessica nodded, scribbling furiously on her clipboard. "Mmmhmm. Classic crucifixion trauma. Let’s work on your stress levels, alright? First, deep breaths, in and out... focus on the moment... You’re still alive! Let’s savor that!"
Penny rolled her eyes. "Right, I’ll just savor the nails in my wrists and feet."
Dr. Belnuts smiled brightly. "Exactly! Now, let’s address this... pussy-rubbing. You mentioned it helps distract from the pain, correct?"
Penny's cheeks flushed red. "Uh... yeah. It... sort of feels good, even though it also hurts like hell."
"No need to be embarrassed!" Jessica chirped, leaning in closer. "In fact, let’s explore that feeling a little more, shall we?" Without warning, she reached out and gently brushed her fingers against Penny's swollen clit.
Penny gasped, her body jerking in surprise. "Wha—what are you doing?!" she cried, half in shock, half in shame.
"Just helping you relax, dear." Jessica's voice was smooth, like honey. "Sometimes, when you're facing imminent death, a little... intimate touch can really ease the tension. Besides, isn’t this better than the rough wood of the sedile?"
Penny's breaths quickened, her body torn between the excruciating pain and the strange relief of the doctor’s skilled fingers. "I... I guess... but... this is so... weird..."
"Weird? Oh, honey, you're literally nailed to a cross—we passed 'weird' hours ago!" Jessica laughed softly, continuing her slow, teasing movements. "Just let go of your inhibitions. No one’s judging you here. It’s just you, me, and this lovely piece of wood you're nailed to!"
Penny bit her lip, stifling a moan. "I... can’t believe this is happening," she muttered, her body starting to respond despite her mind’s protests.
"Believe it, sweetie." Jessica leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Penny's ear. "We’re going to make sure you get through this in the most... pleasurable way possible. Who said dying had to be all suffering and no fun?"
Penny let out a shaky breath, her body trembling. "I... I don't want to die... but... this feels... so good... I hate that I’m enjoying it!"
Jessica smirked, her fingers still working their magic. "It’s okay to enjoy it, Penny. This is your final journey, so why not make it memorable? Besides, pleasure and pain often go hand in hand, don’t they?" Her voice was almost hypnotic, encouraging Penny to surrender to the sensations.
"I... I guess... but... what’s the point if I’m going to die anyway?" Penny asked, her voice filled with a mix of fear and reluctant arousal.
"The point is to feel everything before you go, darling. To live fully in these last moments. It’s not about how long you live, but how deeply you feel." Jessica’s fingers pressed harder, eliciting a moan from Penny.
"God... I feel so helpless..." Penny whimpered, her body writhing against the cross as the mixture of agony and ecstasy overwhelmed her.
"Helplessness is just another form of surrender, sweetie," Jessica purred. "And sometimes, surrendering to the inevitable can be... liberating. You can’t control your fate, but you can control how you experience it."
"But... I don’t want to die like this!" Penny’s voice cracked, tears welling up in her eyes.
Jessica’s expression softened for a moment. "I know, darling. No one truly wants to die... But think of it this way—your suffering, your pleasure... it’s all a beautiful dance. A final performance. You’re going out with a bang, quite literally!"
Penny let out a bitter laugh through her tears. "A... a bang, huh? More like a whimper..."
Jessica smiled warmly. "Not from where I’m standing. You’re doing wonderfully, Penny. Now, let’s focus on that beautiful body of yours. You’re strong, and you’re still here. And for as long as you’re here... I’ll make sure you feel everything to the fullest."
Penny’s eyes fluttered shut as the pleasure built, mixing with the searing pain in her limbs. "I... I’m scared, Jessica... but... I can’t stop... it feels too good..."
"Don’t stop, sweetie," Jessica whispered, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles. "Ride the waves. Let the pleasure drown out the pain... Just for a little while longer."
As Penny's breath came in ragged gasps, the intensity of Dr. Belnuts' touch sending confusing waves of pleasure and pain through her naked, nailed body, the psychologist took a step back for a moment. She tapped her chin thoughtfully, smiling as she scribbled a few more notes onto her clipboard.
"You’re doing so well, Penny," she said brightly. "I’ve worked with many patients in... difficult situations, but you? You’re really embracing the process!"
Penny, her body trembling with a mix of exhaustion, fear, and arousal, gave a weak chuckle. "Yeah... embracing the whole 'dying naked and nailed to a cross' thing..." she muttered, sarcastic but unable to hide the emotion in her voice.
Dr. Belnuts winked. "Exactly! And sweetie, you're not just dying—you’re living these final moments to the fullest. There’s nothing more powerful than facing death with open arms... quite literally!" She glanced at Penny’s arms, stretched out and pinned cruelly to the cross. "Well, nailed arms, I guess."
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