Zephirantes
Magistrate
My stories tend to be long and maybe a bit too graphic sometimes.
So, here I present a short vignette instead, in rather delicate tones (for my standard at least), somewhat reminiscent of DjEtla's stories (at least, so I tried).
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The morning sun cast a golden hue over the square as the townspeople gathered in anticipation of the day’s grim spectacle. The wooden cross lay on the ground, ominous and foreboding, a symbol of the suffering to come. Veronica, a slender, trembling girl of twenty, stood nearby, her hands bound in front of her. She was dressed in a simple white dress, her long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders, and her wide, fearful eyes reflecting the terror that gripped her heart.
As the crowd murmured with excitement, Lisa, the newly appointed chief executioner, approached Veronica with a calm and gentle demeanor. Lisa’s presence was a stark contrast to the brutal task she was about to perform. Her kindness was well-known, and though it seemed out of place in a world where pain was entertainment, she believed in bringing some measure of dignity to the condemned.
Veronica looked up as Lisa neared, her voice trembling as she asked, “Are you the executioner here?”
Lisa nodded, her expression soft. “Yes, Veronica. My name is Lisa. I’m here to help you through this. I mean, to put you to death.”
Veronica’s breath hitched, and she glanced nervously at the cross lying on the ground. “I don’t want to die,” she whispered, her voice quivering.
Lisa reached out and gently took Veronica’s hands in hers. “I know, sweetheart. I know you’re scared to die, and that’s okay. But I’m going to be with you every step of the way. You’re not alone in this execution.”
Veronica’s eyes filled with tears, her body shaking with fear. “Why do they have to do this to me? I didn’t mean to do anything wrong…”
Lisa squeezed her hands reassuringly. “The decision to put you down has been made, and we have to go through with it, you see. But what I can do is help you face your agony and death with courage and strength. You’re a brave girl, Veronica, even if you don’t feel like it right now.”
Veronica sniffled, trying to find some comfort in Lisa’s words. “But I don’t know if I’m strong enough…”
Lisa smiled gently, brushing a strand of hair from Veronica’s face. “I’m sure you can handle a lot, can’t you? Are you a big, grown girl now, right?”
Veronica nodded weakly, her lip trembling. “Yes… I’m big enough…”
“Then you’re big enough to suffer and snuff it, sweetheart. To be crucified naked and exposed, your delicate pussy in full view, while you're tortured and slowly die,” Lisa said softly, her tone still gentle, but firm.
Veronica’s breath caught in her throat, and she looked down at the ground, the reality of what was to come settling heavily on her shoulders.
Lisa let her hands rest on Veronica’s shoulders, giving her a comforting squeeze. “Let’s get you ready, okay? We’ll take it one step at a time.” She paused, looking into Veronica’s frightened eyes. “There’s something I need you to do for me, Veronica. I need you to share everything you’re feeling—your fear, your pain, your emotions. Don’t hold anything back. This is your moment, and you have the right to show the world who you are.”
Veronica hesitated, her voice barely a whisper. “But… I’m so scared…”
“I know, sweetheart. But you don’t have to hide your fear. Let it out. This is your body, your life. You deserve to be seen, to be heard. There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Lisa assured her.
Veronica’s hands trembled as she gripped the fabric of her dress. She looked at the growing crowd, their eyes already fixed on her, waiting to see her stripped of her dignity and life.
Lisa gently took hold of the edges of Veronica’s dress. “Let’s start by removing your dress, Veronica. The crowd is here to see you—all of you. Don’t be afraid to show them who you are.”
Veronica’s heart pounded in her chest as she felt Lisa’s hands on her dress. She glanced nervously at the crowd, her face flushing with embarrassment.
“Now, show that cute body of yours, darling. Get naked for us. You see the crowd here? They’re anxious to explore every fold and crevice of your delicate flower,” Lisa whispered, her voice soft but insistent.
Veronica swallowed hard, her fingers trembling as she began to unfasten the small buttons on her dress. She could feel the eyes of the crowd on her, their anticipation palpable. As the dress slipped from her shoulders, she felt the cool air against her bare skin, her cheeks burning with humiliation.
Lisa smiled encouragingly, her voice soothing. “You’re so cute, totally sweet and adorable. And you’re brave: not many girls here would have the courage to disrobe and show their nude body before an audience who is looking to see that same body executed, struggling in pain on a cross. Remember that.”
Veronica nodded, tears welling up in her eyes as she let the dress fall to the ground, leaving her standing in nothing but her undergarments.
“You’re doing a very difficult thing, honey: something that few could do with your grace. You can take some pride in that,” Lisa said softly, her voice full of genuine admiration.
Veronica hesitated for a moment, then reached up to remove the last of her clothing. She felt exposed, vulnerable, every inch of her body on display for the eager crowd. Her hands instinctively moved to cover herself, but Lisa gently took them and held them at Veronica’s sides.
“There’s no need to hide anythin', Veronica, not anymore,” Lisa murmured. “You’re perfect just as you are. Let them see you—let them see your strength and, well, your private assets too.”
Veronica’s breathing grew rapid as she stood there, completely naked, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and shame. The crowd murmured with approval, their eyes hungrily taking in every detail of her exposed form.
Lisa placed a hand on Veronica’s chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her breaths. “Focus on your breathing. I know it’s scary, but you can do this.”
Veronica nodded weakly, trying to calm her racing heart. She could not help but notice the nails that would soon join her to her wooden cross. “They will... pin me forever to the wood,” she whispered, her voice quaking.
Lisa’s expression softened as she nodded. “I know, dear, but it must be done. You have to feel your body nailed, and then hanging naked from these spikes. It is expected of you."
Lisa called her staff of executioners, who politely laid Veronica on the cross. "Brace yourself, darling, here comes the first nail,” said Lisa attempting to reassure the frightened girl.
Veronica’s eyes widened in terror as the execution team approached with the long, sharp nails. Her body stiffened with fear, but Lisa’s soothing voice kept her grounded.
“Let it out. Scream if you need to. Don’t hold anything back. Share your bodily pain,” Lisa whispered as the first nail was positioned against Veronica’s wrist.
The hammer came down with a sickening thud, driving the nail through Veronica’s delicate skin and into the wood. The pain was immediate and overwhelming, and Veronica’s scream pierced the air, filled with agony and despair.
“You’re doing so well, Veronica. You’re so brave,” Lisa murmured, holding Veronica’s hand as the second nail was driven into her other wrist.
Veronica’s cries echoed through the square, her body convulsing with the intensity of the pain. But Lisa stayed by her side, offering words of comfort and encouragement.
“I’m here with you, and so is everyone in this crowd. They’re all watching you, admiring your strength. This is your moment, Veronica. Show them who you are,” Lisa said, her voice firm but kind.
Veronica’s tears streamed down her face as she looked at the crowd through blurry eyes. “They’re all watching me… I feel so… exposed.”
“I know it’s hard, but this is your moment, Veronica. You’re here to show them who you are, every part of you. Don’t be afraid to share everything you’re feeling—your pain, your fear, even your desires. This is your time to be seen,” Lisa said, her voice filled with gentle authority.
Veronica’s sobs grew quieter, her body wracked with pain but her mind slowly coming to terms with the reality of her situation. She was exposed, vulnerable, and on the brink of death, but in this moment, she was also powerful. The crowd was here to witness her, to see her in all her raw humanity.
Lisa’s hand moved to gently stroke Veronica’s cheek. “It’s okay to feel scared, and it’s okay to feel helpless. But you’re not powerless, Veronica. Right now, in this moment, you have the power to show everyone your strength, your vulnerability, and your courage. Don’t hide from it—embrace it.”
Veronica’s eyes searched Lisa’s face, looking for any sign of deceit, but all she found was compassion. She nodded weakly, her body trembling with the effort to stay conscious.
“I want you to listen to me. I know this is the hardest thing you’ve ever faced, but you need to let go. Don’t fight it. Let your body relax, let your emotions flow. This is your moment, and you have the power to own it,” Lisa whispered, her words a lifeline for the terrified girl.
Veronica took a shaky breath, trying to let go of the fear that gripped her. She focused on Lisa’s voice, the only anchor she had in this overwhelming storm of pain and terror. Her body was trembling, her wrists already burning from the nails that held her to the cross. The realization that this was just the beginning weighed heavily on her mind.
Lisa leaned in closer, her voice a soothing balm to Veronica’s frayed nerves. “I want you to focus on all the sensations in your body, bad and good. Don’t push them away—acknowledge them, and let them flow through you,” she murmured, her eyes filled with a strange mix of compassion and resolve.
Veronica nodded weakly, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. Every movement sent fresh waves of pain through her body, but she forced herself to stay present, to feel everything as Lisa had instructed. The crowd watched her intently, their excitement palpable, their eyes fixed on her exposed, vulnerable form, as even her feet were eventually nailed.
Lisa’s hand moved gently down Veronica’s body, tracing the curve of her waist with a featherlight touch. Veronica flinched at the contact, her breath hitching in her throat as Lisa’s fingers brushed against her bare skin.
“What are you doing?” Veronica asked, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion.
Lisa’s touch remained soft, almost tender, as she replied, “I’m helping you, Veronica. I want you to feel everything—your pain, your fear, and yes, even your pleasure. Don’t hold back, don’t hide from it. Let yourself feel it all, and share it with the crowd. This is your moment, and you deserve to experience every sensation, every emotion.”
Veronica’s eyes widened in shock as she realized what Lisa intended to do. She could hardly believe it, but at the same time, a strange part of her—perhaps the part that had been crushed under the weight of impending death—felt a flicker of curiosity, a desperate need for any distraction from the horror of her situation.
Lisa’s hand moved lower, her fingers tracing gentle patterns along Veronica’s abdomen. Veronica’s body tensed, her muscles tightening instinctively, but she forced herself to breathe, to focus on the sensations as Lisa had told her.
So, here I present a short vignette instead, in rather delicate tones (for my standard at least), somewhat reminiscent of DjEtla's stories (at least, so I tried).
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«May I, you know, cum as I go? Please? Pretty please?»
The morning sun cast a golden hue over the square as the townspeople gathered in anticipation of the day’s grim spectacle. The wooden cross lay on the ground, ominous and foreboding, a symbol of the suffering to come. Veronica, a slender, trembling girl of twenty, stood nearby, her hands bound in front of her. She was dressed in a simple white dress, her long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders, and her wide, fearful eyes reflecting the terror that gripped her heart.
As the crowd murmured with excitement, Lisa, the newly appointed chief executioner, approached Veronica with a calm and gentle demeanor. Lisa’s presence was a stark contrast to the brutal task she was about to perform. Her kindness was well-known, and though it seemed out of place in a world where pain was entertainment, she believed in bringing some measure of dignity to the condemned.
Veronica looked up as Lisa neared, her voice trembling as she asked, “Are you the executioner here?”
Lisa nodded, her expression soft. “Yes, Veronica. My name is Lisa. I’m here to help you through this. I mean, to put you to death.”
Veronica’s breath hitched, and she glanced nervously at the cross lying on the ground. “I don’t want to die,” she whispered, her voice quivering.
Lisa reached out and gently took Veronica’s hands in hers. “I know, sweetheart. I know you’re scared to die, and that’s okay. But I’m going to be with you every step of the way. You’re not alone in this execution.”
Veronica’s eyes filled with tears, her body shaking with fear. “Why do they have to do this to me? I didn’t mean to do anything wrong…”
Lisa squeezed her hands reassuringly. “The decision to put you down has been made, and we have to go through with it, you see. But what I can do is help you face your agony and death with courage and strength. You’re a brave girl, Veronica, even if you don’t feel like it right now.”
Veronica sniffled, trying to find some comfort in Lisa’s words. “But I don’t know if I’m strong enough…”
Lisa smiled gently, brushing a strand of hair from Veronica’s face. “I’m sure you can handle a lot, can’t you? Are you a big, grown girl now, right?”
Veronica nodded weakly, her lip trembling. “Yes… I’m big enough…”
“Then you’re big enough to suffer and snuff it, sweetheart. To be crucified naked and exposed, your delicate pussy in full view, while you're tortured and slowly die,” Lisa said softly, her tone still gentle, but firm.
Veronica’s breath caught in her throat, and she looked down at the ground, the reality of what was to come settling heavily on her shoulders.
Lisa let her hands rest on Veronica’s shoulders, giving her a comforting squeeze. “Let’s get you ready, okay? We’ll take it one step at a time.” She paused, looking into Veronica’s frightened eyes. “There’s something I need you to do for me, Veronica. I need you to share everything you’re feeling—your fear, your pain, your emotions. Don’t hold anything back. This is your moment, and you have the right to show the world who you are.”
Veronica hesitated, her voice barely a whisper. “But… I’m so scared…”
“I know, sweetheart. But you don’t have to hide your fear. Let it out. This is your body, your life. You deserve to be seen, to be heard. There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Lisa assured her.
Veronica’s hands trembled as she gripped the fabric of her dress. She looked at the growing crowd, their eyes already fixed on her, waiting to see her stripped of her dignity and life.
Lisa gently took hold of the edges of Veronica’s dress. “Let’s start by removing your dress, Veronica. The crowd is here to see you—all of you. Don’t be afraid to show them who you are.”
Veronica’s heart pounded in her chest as she felt Lisa’s hands on her dress. She glanced nervously at the crowd, her face flushing with embarrassment.
“Now, show that cute body of yours, darling. Get naked for us. You see the crowd here? They’re anxious to explore every fold and crevice of your delicate flower,” Lisa whispered, her voice soft but insistent.
Veronica swallowed hard, her fingers trembling as she began to unfasten the small buttons on her dress. She could feel the eyes of the crowd on her, their anticipation palpable. As the dress slipped from her shoulders, she felt the cool air against her bare skin, her cheeks burning with humiliation.
Lisa smiled encouragingly, her voice soothing. “You’re so cute, totally sweet and adorable. And you’re brave: not many girls here would have the courage to disrobe and show their nude body before an audience who is looking to see that same body executed, struggling in pain on a cross. Remember that.”
Veronica nodded, tears welling up in her eyes as she let the dress fall to the ground, leaving her standing in nothing but her undergarments.
“You’re doing a very difficult thing, honey: something that few could do with your grace. You can take some pride in that,” Lisa said softly, her voice full of genuine admiration.
Veronica hesitated for a moment, then reached up to remove the last of her clothing. She felt exposed, vulnerable, every inch of her body on display for the eager crowd. Her hands instinctively moved to cover herself, but Lisa gently took them and held them at Veronica’s sides.
“There’s no need to hide anythin', Veronica, not anymore,” Lisa murmured. “You’re perfect just as you are. Let them see you—let them see your strength and, well, your private assets too.”
Veronica’s breathing grew rapid as she stood there, completely naked, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and shame. The crowd murmured with approval, their eyes hungrily taking in every detail of her exposed form.
Lisa placed a hand on Veronica’s chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her breaths. “Focus on your breathing. I know it’s scary, but you can do this.”
Veronica nodded weakly, trying to calm her racing heart. She could not help but notice the nails that would soon join her to her wooden cross. “They will... pin me forever to the wood,” she whispered, her voice quaking.
Lisa’s expression softened as she nodded. “I know, dear, but it must be done. You have to feel your body nailed, and then hanging naked from these spikes. It is expected of you."
Lisa called her staff of executioners, who politely laid Veronica on the cross. "Brace yourself, darling, here comes the first nail,” said Lisa attempting to reassure the frightened girl.
Veronica’s eyes widened in terror as the execution team approached with the long, sharp nails. Her body stiffened with fear, but Lisa’s soothing voice kept her grounded.
“Let it out. Scream if you need to. Don’t hold anything back. Share your bodily pain,” Lisa whispered as the first nail was positioned against Veronica’s wrist.
The hammer came down with a sickening thud, driving the nail through Veronica’s delicate skin and into the wood. The pain was immediate and overwhelming, and Veronica’s scream pierced the air, filled with agony and despair.
“You’re doing so well, Veronica. You’re so brave,” Lisa murmured, holding Veronica’s hand as the second nail was driven into her other wrist.
Veronica’s cries echoed through the square, her body convulsing with the intensity of the pain. But Lisa stayed by her side, offering words of comfort and encouragement.
“I’m here with you, and so is everyone in this crowd. They’re all watching you, admiring your strength. This is your moment, Veronica. Show them who you are,” Lisa said, her voice firm but kind.
Veronica’s tears streamed down her face as she looked at the crowd through blurry eyes. “They’re all watching me… I feel so… exposed.”
“I know it’s hard, but this is your moment, Veronica. You’re here to show them who you are, every part of you. Don’t be afraid to share everything you’re feeling—your pain, your fear, even your desires. This is your time to be seen,” Lisa said, her voice filled with gentle authority.
Veronica’s sobs grew quieter, her body wracked with pain but her mind slowly coming to terms with the reality of her situation. She was exposed, vulnerable, and on the brink of death, but in this moment, she was also powerful. The crowd was here to witness her, to see her in all her raw humanity.
Lisa’s hand moved to gently stroke Veronica’s cheek. “It’s okay to feel scared, and it’s okay to feel helpless. But you’re not powerless, Veronica. Right now, in this moment, you have the power to show everyone your strength, your vulnerability, and your courage. Don’t hide from it—embrace it.”
Veronica’s eyes searched Lisa’s face, looking for any sign of deceit, but all she found was compassion. She nodded weakly, her body trembling with the effort to stay conscious.
“I want you to listen to me. I know this is the hardest thing you’ve ever faced, but you need to let go. Don’t fight it. Let your body relax, let your emotions flow. This is your moment, and you have the power to own it,” Lisa whispered, her words a lifeline for the terrified girl.
Veronica took a shaky breath, trying to let go of the fear that gripped her. She focused on Lisa’s voice, the only anchor she had in this overwhelming storm of pain and terror. Her body was trembling, her wrists already burning from the nails that held her to the cross. The realization that this was just the beginning weighed heavily on her mind.
Lisa leaned in closer, her voice a soothing balm to Veronica’s frayed nerves. “I want you to focus on all the sensations in your body, bad and good. Don’t push them away—acknowledge them, and let them flow through you,” she murmured, her eyes filled with a strange mix of compassion and resolve.
Veronica nodded weakly, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. Every movement sent fresh waves of pain through her body, but she forced herself to stay present, to feel everything as Lisa had instructed. The crowd watched her intently, their excitement palpable, their eyes fixed on her exposed, vulnerable form, as even her feet were eventually nailed.
Lisa’s hand moved gently down Veronica’s body, tracing the curve of her waist with a featherlight touch. Veronica flinched at the contact, her breath hitching in her throat as Lisa’s fingers brushed against her bare skin.
“What are you doing?” Veronica asked, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion.
Lisa’s touch remained soft, almost tender, as she replied, “I’m helping you, Veronica. I want you to feel everything—your pain, your fear, and yes, even your pleasure. Don’t hold back, don’t hide from it. Let yourself feel it all, and share it with the crowd. This is your moment, and you deserve to experience every sensation, every emotion.”
Veronica’s eyes widened in shock as she realized what Lisa intended to do. She could hardly believe it, but at the same time, a strange part of her—perhaps the part that had been crushed under the weight of impending death—felt a flicker of curiosity, a desperate need for any distraction from the horror of her situation.
Lisa’s hand moved lower, her fingers tracing gentle patterns along Veronica’s abdomen. Veronica’s body tensed, her muscles tightening instinctively, but she forced herself to breathe, to focus on the sensations as Lisa had told her.
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