Sunday, October 14, 2018–Day 284. Here, as promised, is the different point of view of the Noble Vulchur emulation I did the other day (Thursday). "The girl on the cross was clearly near death. Her jaw hung open and eyes were vacant–unfocused–as if trying to escape the reality of what was being done to her. She was only vaguely aware of the well-dress couple standing before her. She did not know them and wondered absently why they had come to witness her suffering and to laugh cruelly at her degradation. As the flies buzzed around her sweat-soaked body and as she looked at them, she felt shame at her nakedness. She reeked–of sweat–of piss-of shit. Nothing remained of her dignity. The man touched her face softly, almost tenderly. It momentarily confused her...was he trying to comfort her? A quick series of hard slaps to her face quickly proved his true intent. His hands moved to breasts and began brutally slapping them before finding her nipples and painfully pinching and twisting them as she squealed in pain. She could hear the woman laughing as the man’s hands brazenly parted her thighs and drove his fingers deep in the sodden wetness of well-ravaged cunt. As his fingernails twisted and clawed at the delicate walls of her inner cunt, she cried out in pain and, through her tears, she couldn’t help but notice that the woman’s hand was moving lewdly up and down her own slit, leaving a noticeable wet spot on the front of her fine gown. The man stopped, pulled his fingers from her dripping twat and proceed to rub the slimy wetness from her cunt over her face. Something else for the flies to enjoy... The woman stepped before the girl and spat in her face and, as her spittle ran down the girl’s face, they laughed loudly at the fresh humiliation they had caused the girl and departed. That was one of the nice things about a crucifixion in town–you could get close to the condemned. You could see the pain in their eyes. You could touch them. You could torment them. And then, as this couple knew, it was just a short walk back to their home where, fully aroused by the poor girl’s suffering, they could strip off their clothes and wildly fuck with abandon. As their naked bodies danced, they each wondered who she was and what she had done to earn this cruel judgment. And with the image of the naked girl’s torment fresh in their minds, they neared their intense climaxes, each one wondering if the slut would still be alive by the time they came..."