One pic of a woman dancing the night away to celebrate my 800th follower on PIVIX
The other pic Karina begging the guard to leave her alone.
https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/snapshots-from-my-timetravels.4474/post-559645 for the previous pic
Comments etc welcome ofc..
On the cross, the sleepless nights seem endless!
Out of the deep darkness of the quiet night someone approaches with a torch. She hears men laughing and swearing. They approach from behind her cross then move around towards the front. Suddenly, sheer terror replaces her unbearable agonies.
It's dark, pitch black, no moon. Just the stars overhead. Some soft light from behind the city walls. She's a defenseless woman, alone, naked, nailed to a cross. The men get close. She feels rough hands running up and down her legs and between her thighs, searching out the hidden prize in her crotch. She tries to squeeze her thighs shut and pull up on the cross to get away from them. A natural impulse for a young woman trying to defend her modestly. It's all she can do. Instinctive. But a useless effort that only moves raw flesh against iron nails, escalating her agonies to fresh heights as searing, fiery pain blooms in her wrists and feet. She groans and drops back down, her arms stretched to their limits, shoulders burning, muscles exhausted. Her thighs relax and spread apart. Not much, considering how she's nailed, but enough. She's exposed to them! Fuck! But she can do nothing but endure.
She stares down at them, her eyes bleary with sweat. She smells their stink. Hears their foul words. She tries to focus. What the fuck! There's a young woman them! A skinny, drunken slut, it appears. She staggers around grabbing ahold of one man, then another. Her tunic is pulled off one shoulder. A pale breast exposed. How could she be a part of this, if only a nearly insensible observer? Doesn't she realize she could just as easily have been on this cross? They push the slut away. She stumbles and falls to the ground. Now they focus all their attention on her.
She hears a dragging sound as a wood platform is placed in front of her. A man climbs up, his pitiless dark eyes stare into hers. His huge, exposed cock stiff and quivvering. His hands grab at her heavy, swaying, sunburned breasts, kneading the soft flesh and twisting her tumescent nipples. Her tits feel raw, as though skinned, and her body stiffens as she winces from the added pain of the assault. Then strong fingers begin probing between her cleft, entering her. Stabbing pain radiates outward. He leans in to her and she feels a hard cock searching, probing for the deep, wet warmth of her cunt. She throws her head back and tries to scream. Why? Why this too? Hasn't she been defiled enough?
They take turns as the slutty girl watches mutely, seated on the ground, rocking back and forth. One hand is in her crotch, the other at her breast.
Then suddenly it's over. They depart, the bitch with them laughing and giggling as they fade away in the flickering light of the torch.
She's alone, again. A naked woman nailed to a cross. Humiliated. Crying. Wrapped in agony and swallowed up by the night.