Dates with me are always an.....interesting....experience....
And no, I don’t have a sister.
Dates with me are always an.....interesting....experience....
No pity for her! Didn´t you read "Guilty", there in big letters?This kid has endured the unendurable
Monday, November 26, 2018–Day 329. Here’s one from 2012 that I call "Tatiana’s Pain". It looks like she’s had better days...
Apparently, the buildings in the background either had better days.Monday, November 26, 2018–Day 329. Here’s one from 2012 that I call "Tatiana’s Pain". It looks like she’s had better days...
Then she heard the sound of laughter. It was the governor’s daughter and her friend coming to laugh and taunt her–to relish her utter shame and degradation–to add to her pain with some cruel pinches, slaps and probes into the girl’s already ravaged hole. Tears ran down the girl’s face as they taunted and abused her further. She endured it because she had to–once nailed to a cross, there was no escape..." Entitled "Disbelief".
As it should be...Wednesday, November 28, 2018–Day 331. "Prior to being nailed to the cross, Juliana was publically raped and brutalized for the amusement of the crowd in the arena..."
Were you angry when you did these???Wednesday, November 28, 2018–Day 331. "Prior to being nailed to the cross, Juliana was publically raped and brutalized for the amusement of the crowd in the arena..."
Were you angry when you did these???
Thursday, November 29, 2018–Day 332. Pray for the wretched naked female slaves condemned to work long hours in the quarry. Their life consists of meager food, backbreaking work in the blazing sun enforced by the swift application of the overseers’ whip on their naked flesh if they do not perform as expected. Sweat streams off of their well-whipped bodies and their muscles ache from the endless exertion. The only respite from this work comes when one of the overseer’s selects one of them and proceeds to empty his balls into any and all of her holes–something that happens repeatedly throughout each day. If a slave shows the least resistance or the slightest hint of rebellion, she is whipped within an inch of her life. Other equally cruel punishments follow if she continues to cause problems. Those who still don’t perform as expected after these punishments, like this girl, are crucified as a warning to the others of the high price of disobedience. Each girl must weigh whether the life she has been condemned to is worse than the days of terrible and unimaginable agony that those who find themselves nailed to a cross endure." From 2014 and called "At the Quarry".
Friday, November 30, 2018–Day 333. From 2014 and entitled "A Very Bad Day". "When overwhelming exhaustion momentarily overcomes the prolonged anguish you have been experiencing and, in utter despair, the realization sinks in that only death and nothing more awaits..."
Friday, November 30, 2018–Day 333. From 2014 and entitled "A Very Bad Day". "When overwhelming exhaustion momentarily overcomes the prolonged anguish you have been experiencing and, in utter despair, the realization sinks in that only death and nothing more awaits..."
There is some kind of a path behind her.Friday, November 30, 2018–Day 333. From 2014 and entitled "A Very Bad Day". "When overwhelming exhaustion momentarily overcomes the prolonged anguish you have been experiencing and, in utter despair, the realization sinks in that only death and nothing more awaits..."
Her expression suggests to me her feelings are more mixed ... as mine would be!Saturday, December 1, 2018–Day 334. It was his job to ensure that the naked girl’s final hours in this life were as unpleasant, painful, degrading and humiliating as he could make them. He was very good at his job. She writhed in agony as his fingers crudely probed into the deepest recesses of her most intimate orifices. Her tender breasts and nipples were painfully slapped, twisted, pinched. His torment of her went on and on and she could only moan and cry out in agony as he sadistically abused her tormented body. She would have had a hard time deciding which was worse–the pain he so skillfully applied to naked flesh, or the unimaginable humiliation she was experiencing. It had gone on so long but she knew all too well, it would go on and on. Mercy would not be forthcoming for sa long, long time... Called "Fingered Wench" and dating from 2015.
Her expression suggests to me her feelings are more mixed ... as mine would be!