Kathy
Terra Nova Tramp
I just saw that they've just removed the hooks from Nicole and Pira!
I'm next on the list!
Apart from the pain that does not leave me, I was happy with my crucifixion but Christina, the supreme chief of the crosses, although being crucified herself, had to consider that our agony was too slow and not painful enough and therefore decided to deprive us of our support to accelerate our end .
I know that in a moment, my suffering will multiply and that I will reach the last phase of my ordeal before giving up the ghost.
I look at Pira and see that he is already struggling to breathe, his cock is still erect but the desire for pleasure must have been overcome by the rage to survive and the fact of wanting to last as long as possible even in the pain.
My pussy is also still soaked but I no longer have the impression that, in the unbearable position in which I will find myself, I will still have the strength to think of enjoying, to hope for new orgasms.
Finally, you never know, we are sometimes surprised by the reactions of our body!
It is done !
The cool water is good and I hope that the cachet they gave me will act quickly.
The hardest part, of course, is that they took my hook off!
I was used to this foreign body buried in my anus and, I will not say that I am sad that it is no longer there despite it no longer made me suffer, quite the opposite!
Now I have to start fighting again to prolong my life.
Directly, without this support, my crucifixion completely changed and pains that had calmed down a bit immediately resume.
The cramps that invaded all of my muscles returned and the desire to use my arms and legs much more rekindled the fire in my wrists and feet.
I see that Roberta is looking at me, she realizes that she will suffer the same fate and, that in turn she will also resume the fight more intensely against her cross.
All of us, one after the other, we will find ourselves in the same situation, trapped in cramps, on the verge of aspyxia, struggling to prolong our lives.
Although our destiny is mapped out, although death is approaching us, we still have this survival instinct which gives our struggle a heroic, pathetic character.
The spectators, at our feet, realize this and have stopped for a moment to indulge in their antics to contemplate us, to follow more carefully our journey towards the realization of our fantasy, the gift of our dead that we offer them
I'm next on the list!
Apart from the pain that does not leave me, I was happy with my crucifixion but Christina, the supreme chief of the crosses, although being crucified herself, had to consider that our agony was too slow and not painful enough and therefore decided to deprive us of our support to accelerate our end .
I know that in a moment, my suffering will multiply and that I will reach the last phase of my ordeal before giving up the ghost.
I look at Pira and see that he is already struggling to breathe, his cock is still erect but the desire for pleasure must have been overcome by the rage to survive and the fact of wanting to last as long as possible even in the pain.
My pussy is also still soaked but I no longer have the impression that, in the unbearable position in which I will find myself, I will still have the strength to think of enjoying, to hope for new orgasms.
Finally, you never know, we are sometimes surprised by the reactions of our body!
It is done !
The cool water is good and I hope that the cachet they gave me will act quickly.
The hardest part, of course, is that they took my hook off!
I was used to this foreign body buried in my anus and, I will not say that I am sad that it is no longer there despite it no longer made me suffer, quite the opposite!
Now I have to start fighting again to prolong my life.
Directly, without this support, my crucifixion completely changed and pains that had calmed down a bit immediately resume.
The cramps that invaded all of my muscles returned and the desire to use my arms and legs much more rekindled the fire in my wrists and feet.
I see that Roberta is looking at me, she realizes that she will suffer the same fate and, that in turn she will also resume the fight more intensely against her cross.
All of us, one after the other, we will find ourselves in the same situation, trapped in cramps, on the verge of aspyxia, struggling to prolong our lives.
Although our destiny is mapped out, although death is approaching us, we still have this survival instinct which gives our struggle a heroic, pathetic character.
The spectators, at our feet, realize this and have stopped for a moment to indulge in their antics to contemplate us, to follow more carefully our journey towards the realization of our fantasy, the gift of our dead that we offer them