Public display - Yes or no

[dfg42]

So... did you???

No, thought she should give up her holes volunteerly, but she didn't....

 

[Reed319]

Public display, yes or no?

I´am interested in your opinion.


For me, the public display of the victim is particularly important. It's just part of a crucifixion. I find the thought of hanging naked on the cross in front of a crowd of onlookers very arousing. I am completely helpless in the eyes of the pack. I can't hide anything. I'm hanging on the cross, at first I squirm in pain, later I'll probably hang moveless on the crossbeam, totally exhausted.

I suffer endlessly, I sweat, I scream, I cry and the people in front of the cross get every detail. They can see everything. I am defenseless against the looks of the people. They can look at me, they can get aroused by my nudity.

All these looks! Curious looks, pitying looks. I can read sadistic joy in some eyes. "You get what you deserve!" those looks say. They mostly come from women.

But there are also a girl or two my age in whose eyes I can see a burning desire. These girls who stand still in front of the cross wish to be in my place, just as I wished to be in the victims' place when I looked up at the nailed girls before my first crucifixion.

For me, this public display is simply part of a crucifixion. It's the icing on the cake.

However, I also have a fantasy in which I am chosen as a sacrifice for some nature deity and I am led to a lonely clearing in the forest or a deserted place in the mountains and I am crucified there.

But most of the time I'm nailed to the cross in public and there's a lot of onlookers.

I particularly like the two images from mp5stab entitled "The Square". Especially the pic "Laura-closeup". (Unfortunately I don't know how to post the pics here).

When I saw these pics for the first time I was electrified.

That was exactly my favorite fantasy!

To be crucified in the middle of a sprawling old-fashioned marketplace! In a fantasyland, either medieval or maybe in a Victorian world where steam engines already exist.

I really liked the idea of hanging suffering on the cross and watching the market going on below me and hearing a steam train leaving in the distance.

I also kind of fell in love with the two cool pictures because the girl on the right looks like me.

I love to imagine being dragged out of my jail cell, stripped of all my clothes and having my hands tied behind my back. I have been chosen in a selection process to be crucified in the market square every Saturday for a year. Then I am led naked across the market to my ready lying cross, right through the crowd staring curiously. I feel every single smooth cobblestone under my bare soles and I can feel people's eyes on my bare skin. I'm incredibly ashamed because I'm naked and everyone is looking at me, but at the same time it arouses me.

I'm afraid of crucifixion but I'm also excited. I know I don't have to die on the cross. The crucified girls are taken down from the crosses at the end of the day and healed in a temple in a holy pool. But they have to line up again the next market day to be crucified for a whole day.

Then we come to the crosses. They are on the ground. Strong men put me on the wood and are holding me. One nails me, driving the nails through my wrists and then sideways through my ankles (I also often imagine there's a pedestal and my feet get nailed like crucifixes in church. I like that even better) . Then my cross will be raised and I will ascend. It's an absolutely great feeling, but accompanied by ever-increasing pain.

When the cross is vertical, the pain hits me with full force and I start screaming. Then I squirm screaming on the cross and below me the people stand and watch. Although my eyes are half-blind with tears, I see everything clearly. I can feel the curious, compassionate, horny and eager looks of the pack on my bare skin. I am infinitely ashamed to be hanging naked on the cross in front of all these people, but just that shame I enjoy.

Also the excruciating pain. It's an incredible feeling sensation for me. I feel anguish, pain, regret, remorse and shame, but also a hidden joy and a little pride that I am enduring it all.

After hours on the cross I am so exhausted that I often hang on the cross very still and motionless for long periods of time. Then I can feel the looks of the market visitors even more clearly.


My question to you is now:

Is public display part of it for you? Or do you not care? What do you personally prefer?

My fantasy is to be crucified "à la Makar", fully naked in front of women only and they not naked ; and my foreskin rolled up to show my glans. No more intimacy even the least : glans visible. To get total humiliation and vulnerability : to become the toy-slave of these women. My pain would be symetric to the pleasure and even moisture from the women's vulva watching me suffering on the Cross and maybe fingering themselves in their panties....

 

[dfg42]

My fantasy is to be crucified "à la Makar", fully naked in front of women only and they not naked ; and my foreskin rolled up to show my glans. No more intimacy even the least : glans visible. To get total humiliation and vulnerability : to become the toy-slave of these women. My pain would be symetric to the pleasure and even moisture from the women's vulva watching me suffering on the Cross and maybe fingering themselves in their panties....

For the Romans and the ancient Greek it was shameful to show the glans, so one could bind the foreskin with a so called kynodesme, as used by the greek athletes, during your crucifixion, t prevent your exhibition during your crucifixion.

 

[Justin-Executed]

Outside completely naked leaning against the pole and stroking myself. 2 girls got there phones out and started filming me. I couldn’t help it. I started cumming. It felt so good squirting in front of them while they recorded me.

 

[thepro2887]

Yes, public display... In loincloth, to see how Lord Jesus died

 

[Anonymous]

Without being public, dramatic forms of punishment/execution are kind of pointless. Whether public execution or punishment deters crime or not that was the intent. And to some degree, to provide some sort of public spectacle.

 

[cynthia the inocent]

Naked. For some embarrassing, for others prideful.

 

[thehangingtree]

Whether public execution or punishment deters crime or not that was the intent.

Well, if you execute the criminal, he or she won't commit the crime again!

Naked. For some embarrassing, for others prideful.

Don't know is someone standing on the gallows naked can really be 'prideful'...

 

[MagicalFirefly]

Public display, yes or no?

I´am interested in your opinion.


For me, the public display of the victim is particularly important. It's just part of a crucifixion. I find the thought of hanging naked on the cross in front of a crowd of onlookers very arousing. I am completely helpless in the eyes of the pack. I can't hide anything. I'm hanging on the cross, at first I squirm in pain, later I'll probably hang moveless on the crossbeam, totally exhausted.

I suffer endlessly, I sweat, I scream, I cry and the people in front of the cross get every detail. They can see everything. I am defenseless against the looks of the people. They can look at me, they can get aroused by my nudity.

All these looks! Curious looks, pitying looks. I can read sadistic joy in some eyes. "You get what you deserve!" those looks say. They mostly come from women.

But there are also a girl or two my age in whose eyes I can see a burning desire. These girls who stand still in front of the cross wish to be in my place, just as I wished to be in the victims' place when I looked up at the nailed girls before my first crucifixion.

For me, this public display is simply part of a crucifixion. It's the icing on the cake.

However, I also have a fantasy in which I am chosen as a sacrifice for some nature deity and I am led to a lonely clearing in the forest or a deserted place in the mountains and I am crucified there.

But most of the time I'm nailed to the cross in public and there's a lot of onlookers.

I particularly like the two images from mp5stab entitled "The Square". Especially the pic "Laura-closeup". (Unfortunately I don't know how to post the pics here).

When I saw these pics for the first time I was electrified.

That was exactly my favorite fantasy!

To be crucified in the middle of a sprawling old-fashioned marketplace! In a fantasyland, either medieval or maybe in a Victorian world where steam engines already exist.

I really liked the idea of hanging suffering on the cross and watching the market going on below me and hearing a steam train leaving in the distance.

I also kind of fell in love with the two cool pictures because the girl on the right looks like me.

I love to imagine being dragged out of my jail cell, stripped of all my clothes and having my hands tied behind my back. I have been chosen in a selection process to be crucified in the market square every Saturday for a year. Then I am led naked across the market to my ready lying cross, right through the crowd staring curiously. I feel every single smooth cobblestone under my bare soles and I can feel people's eyes on my bare skin. I'm incredibly ashamed because I'm naked and everyone is looking at me, but at the same time it arouses me.

I'm afraid of crucifixion but I'm also excited. I know I don't have to die on the cross. The crucified girls are taken down from the crosses at the end of the day and healed in a temple in a holy pool. But they have to line up again the next market day to be crucified for a whole day.

Then we come to the crosses. They are on the ground. Strong men put me on the wood and are holding me. One nails me, driving the nails through my wrists and then sideways through my ankles (I also often imagine there's a pedestal and my feet get nailed like crucifixes in church. I like that even better) . Then my cross will be raised and I will ascend. It's an absolutely great feeling, but accompanied by ever-increasing pain.

When the cross is vertical, the pain hits me with full force and I start screaming. Then I squirm screaming on the cross and below me the people stand and watch. Although my eyes are half-blind with tears, I see everything clearly. I can feel the curious, compassionate, horny and eager looks of the pack on my bare skin. I am infinitely ashamed to be hanging naked on the cross in front of all these people, but just that shame I enjoy.

Also the excruciating pain. It's an incredible feeling sensation for me. I feel anguish, pain, regret, remorse and shame, but also a hidden joy and a little pride that I am enduring it all.

After hours on the cross I am so exhausted that I often hang on the cross very still and motionless for long periods of time. Then I can feel the looks of the market visitors even more clearly.


My question to you is now:

Is public display part of it for you? Or do you not care? What do you personally prefer?

Public display, yes or no?

I´am interested in your opinion.


For me, the public display of the victim is particularly important. It's just part of a crucifixion. I find the thought of hanging naked on the cross in front of a crowd of onlookers very arousing. I am completely helpless in the eyes of the pack. I can't hide anything. I'm hanging on the cross, at first I squirm in pain, later I'll probably hang moveless on the crossbeam, totally exhausted.

I suffer endlessly, I sweat, I scream, I cry and the people in front of the cross get every detail. They can see everything. I am defenseless against the looks of the people. They can look at me, they can get aroused by my nudity.

All these looks! Curious looks, pitying looks. I can read sadistic joy in some eyes. "You get what you deserve!" those looks say. They mostly come from women.

But there are also a girl or two my age in whose eyes I can see a burning desire. These girls who stand still in front of the cross wish to be in my place, just as I wished to be in the victims' place when I looked up at the nailed girls before my first crucifixion.

For me, this public display is simply part of a crucifixion. It's the icing on the cake.

However, I also have a fantasy in which I am chosen as a sacrifice for some nature deity and I am led to a lonely clearing in the forest or a deserted place in the mountains and I am crucified there.

But most of the time I'm nailed to the cross in public and there's a lot of onlookers.

I particularly like the two images from mp5stab entitled "The Square". Especially the pic "Laura-closeup". (Unfortunately I don't know how to post the pics here).

When I saw these pics for the first time I was electrified.

That was exactly my favorite fantasy!

To be crucified in the middle of a sprawling old-fashioned marketplace! In a fantasyland, either medieval or maybe in a Victorian world where steam engines already exist.

I really liked the idea of hanging suffering on the cross and watching the market going on below me and hearing a steam train leaving in the distance.

I also kind of fell in love with the two cool pictures because the girl on the right looks like me.

I love to imagine being dragged out of my jail cell, stripped of all my clothes and having my hands tied behind my back. I have been chosen in a selection process to be crucified in the market square every Saturday for a year. Then I am led naked across the market to my ready lying cross, right through the crowd staring curiously. I feel every single smooth cobblestone under my bare soles and I can feel people's eyes on my bare skin. I'm incredibly ashamed because I'm naked and everyone is looking at me, but at the same time it arouses me.

I'm afraid of crucifixion but I'm also excited. I know I don't have to die on the cross. The crucified girls are taken down from the crosses at the end of the day and healed in a temple in a holy pool. But they have to line up again the next market day to be crucified for a whole day.

Then we come to the crosses. They are on the ground. Strong men put me on the wood and are holding me. One nails me, driving the nails through my wrists and then sideways through my ankles (I also often imagine there's a pedestal and my feet get nailed like crucifixes in church. I like that even better) . Then my cross will be raised and I will ascend. It's an absolutely great feeling, but accompanied by ever-increasing pain.

When the cross is vertical, the pain hits me with full force and I start screaming. Then I squirm screaming on the cross and below me the people stand and watch. Although my eyes are half-blind with tears, I see everything clearly. I can feel the curious, compassionate, horny and eager looks of the pack on my bare skin. I am infinitely ashamed to be hanging naked on the cross in front of all these people, but just that shame I enjoy.

Also the excruciating pain. It's an incredible feeling sensation for me. I feel anguish, pain, regret, remorse and shame, but also a hidden joy and a little pride that I am enduring it all.

After hours on the cross I am so exhausted that I often hang on the cross very still and motionless for long periods of time. Then I can feel the looks of the market visitors even more clearly.


My question to you is now:

Is public display part of it for you? Or do you not care? What do you personally prefer?

Yes, I would prefer to be crucified naked in public.

 

[RickyJ]

Public display, yes or no?

I´am interested in your opinion.


For me, the public display of the victim is particularly important. It's just part of a crucifixion. I find the thought of hanging naked on the cross in front of a crowd of onlookers very arousing. I am completely helpless in the eyes of the pack. I can't hide anything. I'm hanging on the cross, at first I squirm in pain, later I'll probably hang moveless on the crossbeam, totally exhausted.

I suffer endlessly, I sweat, I scream, I cry and the people in front of the cross get every detail. They can see everything. I am defenseless against the looks of the people. They can look at me, they can get aroused by my nudity.

All these looks! Curious looks, pitying looks. I can read sadistic joy in some eyes. "You get what you deserve!" those looks say. They mostly come from women.

But there are also a girl or two my age in whose eyes I can see a burning desire. These girls who stand still in front of the cross wish to be in my place, just as I wished to be in the victims' place when I looked up at the nailed girls before my first crucifixion.

For me, this public display is simply part of a crucifixion. It's the icing on the cake.

However, I also have a fantasy in which I am chosen as a sacrifice for some nature deity and I am led to a lonely clearing in the forest or a deserted place in the mountains and I am crucified there.

But most of the time I'm nailed to the cross in public and there's a lot of onlookers.

I particularly like the two images from mp5stab entitled "The Square". Especially the pic "Laura-closeup". (Unfortunately I don't know how to post the pics here).

When I saw these pics for the first time I was electrified.

That was exactly my favorite fantasy!

To be crucified in the middle of a sprawling old-fashioned marketplace! In a fantasyland, either medieval or maybe in a Victorian world where steam engines already exist.

I really liked the idea of hanging suffering on the cross and watching the market going on below me and hearing a steam train leaving in the distance.

I also kind of fell in love with the two cool pictures because the girl on the right looks like me.

I love to imagine being dragged out of my jail cell, stripped of all my clothes and having my hands tied behind my back. I have been chosen in a selection process to be crucified in the market square every Saturday for a year. Then I am led naked across the market to my ready lying cross, right through the crowd staring curiously. I feel every single smooth cobblestone under my bare soles and I can feel people's eyes on my bare skin. I'm incredibly ashamed because I'm naked and everyone is looking at me, but at the same time it arouses me.

I'm afraid of crucifixion but I'm also excited. I know I don't have to die on the cross. The crucified girls are taken down from the crosses at the end of the day and healed in a temple in a holy pool. But they have to line up again the next market day to be crucified for a whole day.

Then we come to the crosses. They are on the ground. Strong men put me on the wood and are holding me. One nails me, driving the nails through my wrists and then sideways through my ankles (I also often imagine there's a pedestal and my feet get nailed like crucifixes in church. I like that even better) . Then my cross will be raised and I will ascend. It's an absolutely great feeling, but accompanied by ever-increasing pain.

When the cross is vertical, the pain hits me with full force and I start screaming. Then I squirm screaming on the cross and below me the people stand and watch. Although my eyes are half-blind with tears, I see everything clearly. I can feel the curious, compassionate, horny and eager looks of the pack on my bare skin. I am infinitely ashamed to be hanging naked on the cross in front of all these people, but just that shame I enjoy.

Also the excruciating pain. It's an incredible feeling sensation for me. I feel anguish, pain, regret, remorse and shame, but also a hidden joy and a little pride that I am enduring it all.

After hours on the cross I am so exhausted that I often hang on the cross very still and motionless for long periods of time. Then I can feel the looks of the market visitors even more clearly.


My question to you is now:

Is public display part of it for you? Or do you not care? What do you personally prefer?i prefer i

i prefer the illusion of dignity - the whipping and scourging with a loincloth on the victim.
when least expecting during the whipping, the loincloth is ripped off - revealing everything. the whips continue to flail, now on newly revealed naked buttocks.

 

[Morticia]

“Justice must not only be done, but must also be seen to be done”.
Also i want my 15 minutes of fame, so please widely publicise my crucifixion date time and venue, then hang me on the cross in public view.

 

[sacrifice1979]

Public display, yes or no?

I´am interested in your opinion.


For me, the public display of the victim is particularly important. It's just part of a crucifixion. I find the thought of hanging naked on the cross in front of a crowd of onlookers very arousing. I am completely helpless in the eyes of the pack. I can't hide anything. I'm hanging on the cross, at first I squirm in pain, later I'll probably hang moveless on the crossbeam, totally exhausted.

I suffer endlessly, I sweat, I scream, I cry and the people in front of the cross get every detail. They can see everything. I am defenseless against the looks of the people. They can look at me, they can get aroused by my nudity.

All these looks! Curious looks, pitying looks. I can read sadistic joy in some eyes. "You get what you deserve!" those looks say. They mostly come from women.

But there are also a girl or two my age in whose eyes I can see a burning desire. These girls who stand still in front of the cross wish to be in my place, just as I wished to be in the victims' place when I looked up at the nailed girls before my first crucifixion.

For me, this public display is simply part of a crucifixion. It's the icing on the cake.

However, I also have a fantasy in which I am chosen as a sacrifice for some nature deity and I am led to a lonely clearing in the forest or a deserted place in the mountains and I am crucified there.

But most of the time I'm nailed to the cross in public and there's a lot of onlookers.

I particularly like the two images from mp5stab entitled "The Square". Especially the pic "Laura-closeup". (Unfortunately I don't know how to post the pics here).

When I saw these pics for the first time I was electrified.

That was exactly my favorite fantasy!

To be crucified in the middle of a sprawling old-fashioned marketplace! In a fantasyland, either medieval or maybe in a Victorian world where steam engines already exist.

I really liked the idea of hanging suffering on the cross and watching the market going on below me and hearing a steam train leaving in the distance.

I also kind of fell in love with the two cool pictures because the girl on the right looks like me.

I love to imagine being dragged out of my jail cell, stripped of all my clothes and having my hands tied behind my back. I have been chosen in a selection process to be crucified in the market square every Saturday for a year. Then I am led naked across the market to my ready lying cross, right through the crowd staring curiously. I feel every single smooth cobblestone under my bare soles and I can feel people's eyes on my bare skin. I'm incredibly ashamed because I'm naked and everyone is looking at me, but at the same time it arouses me.

I'm afraid of crucifixion but I'm also excited. I know I don't have to die on the cross. The crucified girls are taken down from the crosses at the end of the day and healed in a temple in a holy pool. But they have to line up again the next market day to be crucified for a whole day.

Then we come to the crosses. They are on the ground. Strong men put me on the wood and are holding me. One nails me, driving the nails through my wrists and then sideways through my ankles (I also often imagine there's a pedestal and my feet get nailed like crucifixes in church. I like that even better) . Then my cross will be raised and I will ascend. It's an absolutely great feeling, but accompanied by ever-increasing pain.

When the cross is vertical, the pain hits me with full force and I start screaming. Then I squirm screaming on the cross and below me the people stand and watch. Although my eyes are half-blind with tears, I see everything clearly. I can feel the curious, compassionate, horny and eager looks of the pack on my bare skin. I am infinitely ashamed to be hanging naked on the cross in front of all these people, but just that shame I enjoy.

Also the excruciating pain. It's an incredible feeling sensation for me. I feel anguish, pain, regret, remorse and shame, but also a hidden joy and a little pride that I am enduring it all.

After hours on the cross I am so exhausted that I often hang on the cross very still and motionless for long periods of time. Then I can feel the looks of the market visitors even more clearly.


My question to you is now:

Is public display part of it for you? Or do you not care? What do you personally prefer?

Public

 

[maumau59]

Public display, yes or no?

I´am interested in your opinion.


For me, the public display of the victim is particularly important. It's just part of a crucifixion. I find the thought of hanging naked on the cross in front of a crowd of onlookers very arousing. I am completely helpless in the eyes of the pack. I can't hide anything. I'm hanging on the cross, at first I squirm in pain, later I'll probably hang moveless on the crossbeam, totally exhausted.

I suffer endlessly, I sweat, I scream, I cry and the people in front of the cross get every detail. They can see everything. I am defenseless against the looks of the people. They can look at me, they can get aroused by my nudity.

All these looks! Curious looks, pitying looks. I can read sadistic joy in some eyes. "You get what you deserve!" those looks say. They mostly come from women.

But there are also a girl or two my age in whose eyes I can see a burning desire. These girls who stand still in front of the cross wish to be in my place, just as I wished to be in the victims' place when I looked up at the nailed girls before my first crucifixion.

For me, this public display is simply part of a crucifixion. It's the icing on the cake.

However, I also have a fantasy in which I am chosen as a sacrifice for some nature deity and I am led to a lonely clearing in the forest or a deserted place in the mountains and I am crucified there.

But most of the time I'm nailed to the cross in public and there's a lot of onlookers.

I particularly like the two images from mp5stab entitled "The Square". Especially the pic "Laura-closeup". (Unfortunately I don't know how to post the pics here).

When I saw these pics for the first time I was electrified.

That was exactly my favorite fantasy!

To be crucified in the middle of a sprawling old-fashioned marketplace! In a fantasyland, either medieval or maybe in a Victorian world where steam engines already exist.

I really liked the idea of hanging suffering on the cross and watching the market going on below me and hearing a steam train leaving in the distance.

I also kind of fell in love with the two cool pictures because the girl on the right looks like me.

I love to imagine being dragged out of my jail cell, stripped of all my clothes and having my hands tied behind my back. I have been chosen in a selection process to be crucified in the market square every Saturday for a year. Then I am led naked across the market to my ready lying cross, right through the crowd staring curiously. I feel every single smooth cobblestone under my bare soles and I can feel people's eyes on my bare skin. I'm incredibly ashamed because I'm naked and everyone is looking at me, but at the same time it arouses me.

I'm afraid of crucifixion but I'm also excited. I know I don't have to die on the cross. The crucified girls are taken down from the crosses at the end of the day and healed in a temple in a holy pool. But they have to line up again the next market day to be crucified for a whole day.

Then we come to the crosses. They are on the ground. Strong men put me on the wood and are holding me. One nails me, driving the nails through my wrists and then sideways through my ankles (I also often imagine there's a pedestal and my feet get nailed like crucifixes in church. I like that even better) . Then my cross will be raised and I will ascend. It's an absolutely great feeling, but accompanied by ever-increasing pain.

When the cross is vertical, the pain hits me with full force and I start screaming. Then I squirm screaming on the cross and below me the people stand and watch. Although my eyes are half-blind with tears, I see everything clearly. I can feel the curious, compassionate, horny and eager looks of the pack on my bare skin. I am infinitely ashamed to be hanging naked on the cross in front of all these people, but just that shame I enjoy.

Also the excruciating pain. It's an incredible feeling sensation for me. I feel anguish, pain, regret, remorse and shame, but also a hidden joy and a little pride that I am enduring it all.

After hours on the cross I am so exhausted that I often hang on the cross very still and motionless for long periods of time. Then I can feel the looks of the market visitors even more clearly.


My question to you is now:

Is public display part of it for you? Or do you not care? What do you personally prefer?

Public exposure in torture (which generally preceded execution) and in any case in death sentences was part of a ritual in ancient times. Roman crucifixion, Chinese Lingchi are perhaps the two most terrible examples, but also the torture of the wheel or the stake for heretics and witches. This public ritual had the double purpose of inflicting further torture on the condemned, a humiliation in addition to the terrible pain, and was instructive for the public who witnessed the "spectacle" of the victim being tormented. This also for "minor" tortures such as public exposure in the pillory. When instead the condemned (man or woman) was tortured in a closed environment such as a dungeon or a torture chamber obviously the executioners were allowed actions - for example sexual violence - that were not publicly permitted. Personally I consider public exposure more cruel and in my fantasies I prefer it, but I can't say what is better ... or worse

 

[thehangingtree]

Tree wishes to ask how are other criminals going to be deterred from committing future crimes if the condemned prisoner is publicly executed? Give them their punishment so anyone can watch!!!

 

[Teo-Je]

Tree wishes to ask how are other criminals going to be deterred from committing future crimes if the condemned prisoner is publicly executed? Give them their punishment so anyone can watch!!!

sometimes reading this forum it seems to me that people of the ancient Roman era were so spermotoxic from the desire to be crucified that they deliberately committed crimes...

I'm joking of course, but it seems very similar...

I think if there was an option with ropes for an hour... I would take the risk

 

[SirMGBZ]

“Justice must not only be done, but must also be seen to be done”.
Also i want my 15 minutes of fame, so please widely publicise my crucifixion date time and venue, then hang me on the cross in public view.

Or as Lord Vetinari put it, “For every crime, there must be punishment. If the victim is the guilty party, so much the better.”

 

[Alisha..Executed]

Public display Yes
I want to die like a slaughtered porn actress
Blood all over my tits
Fuck my dead naked body all night
I'm in slut mode today

 

[Suffermad1313]

Public display Yes
I want to die like a slaughtered porn actress
Blood all over my tits
Fuck my dead naked body all night
I'm in slut mode today

I really love how your mind works.
What would it feel like to fuck a naked body while rigor mortis slowly sets in ? I wonder...

 

[SirMGBZ]

I'm in slut mode today

That's a good thing for the rest of us!

 

[cynthia the inocent]

YES . Humiliation is part of the torture. No mater how many times you have been naked in public, it still gets humiliating. That is part of the turn on for me.