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Some Sketches
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Aedile
Governor
This one is great, Andy. Her feet are nailed high enough up on the stipes that she will
never be able to fully extend her legs and push her naked butt back against the wood to be able to breathe unrestricted and also take the mail pressure off her feet and wrists. Instead, her dance on the cross will require her to activate her quadriceps *every single time* she raises herself up to grasp a blessed, complete breath of air.
It’s like doing a wall-sit exercise for hours and hours. Her legs will be trembling so deliciously after just one cycle, and she’ll have to do it over and over again. It won’t be long before her legs cramp up so badly that they won’t be able to lift her even a little, and she will slowly choke.
Also, as an ass man, I very much appreciate the angle you chose for the drawing
Andyman
Senator
Josette's Passion Play
Just before the performance began, a volunteer with a patibulum beam on her shoulders was led out to the square by the Jewish temple wardens, where, in addition to the group of worshippers, huge crowds of other curious people had gathered.
A few journalists approached Josette introducing themselves. Then the young woman holding a microphone and a bag with the sound recording devices asked her promptly.
"Can we ask you to speak to the microphone?"
"Yes, please."
"How are you feeling?"
"Okay," Josette replied, "everything is going according to plan."
"And your plan is to be hanged on this terrifying cross!", added the journalist.
"Exactly. I will play a role of the Mesisah, so it cannot be avoided", smiled the actress.
"You are full conscious?"
"Of course I am. I didn't take any sedatives, painkillers nor other stupefying drugs."
"Didn't you have to take some? I probably wouldn't have been able to do it without them! Didn't you protest when they told you to?"
"If I had taken such drugs, the entire reenactment would have lost its meaning. Because although we have described this performance as a dramatic play, it is supposed to be a reenactment of the crucifixion, not just a theatrical play. Besides, I am the creator and director of this performance, so no one had to persuade me or force me to do anything."
"Really? How far did you decide to go? Will there be real nails and so on?"
"Real, of course" smiled Josette, "same as the thorns in the crown. You can touch them, but please be careful. They are really hard and sharp. You can see the drops of blood on my forehead, don't you?"
"Indeed! Extraordinary! So you decided to experience a real crucifixion and in front of the whole crowd!"
"Jesus also died in front of the whole crowd," the actress patiently explained, "and I wanted my performance to be as realistic as possible, in accordance with all the knowledge that science has gained about the crucifixion process. So, I will hang on real nails for three hours."
"Three hours!? Will you last that long? It sounds impossible!"
"What do you mean by "last that long"? It requires no courage nor stamina. What will I be able to do if at some point I feel that I can't stand it any longer? Being hammered to the wood I'll have to continue hanging and standing the torment until others take me down from this cross, even if I go crazy from the pain, don't you think so?"
"Terrible!", the journalist made a gesture as if she was shivering.
"For a true victim of crucifixion in those times, it was undoubtedly terrible and cruel. However, please don't forget that I came up with it myself, so at least no one can hold a grudge against anyone. We've drawn up a suitable agreement."
"It will be really an extraordinary show and an outstanding performance!"
"I hope so, too."
"And did you design the set and costumes yourself?"
"As for the cross itself and the crucifixion technique, my technical assistants and I relied on a fairly extensive literature on the subject, including a fresh experimental data. And as for the costumes of the soldiers, Jews and Romans, I used the experience of reenactment groups, whose members prepare their own armor and costumes based on solid research in the sources."
"And what about your own costume?"
Josette smiled mysteriously.
"You'll see for yourself. I think everyone will like it, especially the male audience. I can only assure you that it will be completely true to historical reality. I couldn't just design the weather, but fortunately the day is sunny and downright hot, so even in my stage outfit I shouldn't freeze."
The journalist probably didn't understand the whole content of this statement, but at that moment more actors started to enter the stage and the interview had to be finished quickly.
"Oh! Right now Pontius Pilate is approaching us accompanied by soldiers! We're running out of time, and so is the Messiah, so the last question: What would you like to convey to our viewers? What is the message of the play you have prepared?"
"I simply want to show the truth about the crucifixion - the whole truth and the undisguised truth - I consider this to be the most important task for each of us. As Jesus said, only if you know the truth will it set you free. And I wish this for you and for myself!"
"Thank you very much for the interview!" the reporter threw into the microphone, then together with the cameraman and photographer quickly left the stage, waving goodbye to the brave actress.
Few seconds later she had been taken by the arms of two legionnaires and leaded towards the chair where the procurator of Judea was sitting.
The clock on the cathedral tower struck noon. Before its echo died down, something rustled in the huge columns, placed around the entire square, after which the voice of the compere resounded in them:
"Hello ladies and gentlemen...!"
And with that the spectacle began.
Just before the performance began, a volunteer with a patibulum beam on her shoulders was led out to the square by the Jewish temple wardens, where, in addition to the group of worshippers, huge crowds of other curious people had gathered.
A few journalists approached Josette introducing themselves. Then the young woman holding a microphone and a bag with the sound recording devices asked her promptly.
"Can we ask you to speak to the microphone?"
"Yes, please."
"How are you feeling?"
"Okay," Josette replied, "everything is going according to plan."
"And your plan is to be hanged on this terrifying cross!", added the journalist.
"Exactly. I will play a role of the Mesisah, so it cannot be avoided", smiled the actress.
"You are full conscious?"
"Of course I am. I didn't take any sedatives, painkillers nor other stupefying drugs."
"Didn't you have to take some? I probably wouldn't have been able to do it without them! Didn't you protest when they told you to?"
"If I had taken such drugs, the entire reenactment would have lost its meaning. Because although we have described this performance as a dramatic play, it is supposed to be a reenactment of the crucifixion, not just a theatrical play. Besides, I am the creator and director of this performance, so no one had to persuade me or force me to do anything."
"Really? How far did you decide to go? Will there be real nails and so on?"
"Real, of course" smiled Josette, "same as the thorns in the crown. You can touch them, but please be careful. They are really hard and sharp. You can see the drops of blood on my forehead, don't you?"
"Indeed! Extraordinary! So you decided to experience a real crucifixion and in front of the whole crowd!"
"Jesus also died in front of the whole crowd," the actress patiently explained, "and I wanted my performance to be as realistic as possible, in accordance with all the knowledge that science has gained about the crucifixion process. So, I will hang on real nails for three hours."
"Three hours!? Will you last that long? It sounds impossible!"
"What do you mean by "last that long"? It requires no courage nor stamina. What will I be able to do if at some point I feel that I can't stand it any longer? Being hammered to the wood I'll have to continue hanging and standing the torment until others take me down from this cross, even if I go crazy from the pain, don't you think so?"
"Terrible!", the journalist made a gesture as if she was shivering.
"For a true victim of crucifixion in those times, it was undoubtedly terrible and cruel. However, please don't forget that I came up with it myself, so at least no one can hold a grudge against anyone. We've drawn up a suitable agreement."
"It will be really an extraordinary show and an outstanding performance!"
"I hope so, too."
"And did you design the set and costumes yourself?"
"As for the cross itself and the crucifixion technique, my technical assistants and I relied on a fairly extensive literature on the subject, including a fresh experimental data. And as for the costumes of the soldiers, Jews and Romans, I used the experience of reenactment groups, whose members prepare their own armor and costumes based on solid research in the sources."
"And what about your own costume?"
Josette smiled mysteriously.
"You'll see for yourself. I think everyone will like it, especially the male audience. I can only assure you that it will be completely true to historical reality. I couldn't just design the weather, but fortunately the day is sunny and downright hot, so even in my stage outfit I shouldn't freeze."
The journalist probably didn't understand the whole content of this statement, but at that moment more actors started to enter the stage and the interview had to be finished quickly.
"Oh! Right now Pontius Pilate is approaching us accompanied by soldiers! We're running out of time, and so is the Messiah, so the last question: What would you like to convey to our viewers? What is the message of the play you have prepared?"
"I simply want to show the truth about the crucifixion - the whole truth and the undisguised truth - I consider this to be the most important task for each of us. As Jesus said, only if you know the truth will it set you free. And I wish this for you and for myself!"
"Thank you very much for the interview!" the reporter threw into the microphone, then together with the cameraman and photographer quickly left the stage, waving goodbye to the brave actress.
Few seconds later she had been taken by the arms of two legionnaires and leaded towards the chair where the procurator of Judea was sitting.
The clock on the cathedral tower struck noon. Before its echo died down, something rustled in the huge columns, placed around the entire square, after which the voice of the compere resounded in them:
"Hello ladies and gentlemen...!"
And with that the spectacle began.
Josette has volunteered to play the roll of the Messiah in the greatest detail. She will carry the beam to her crucifixion where she will be nailed to the cross and raised to hang before a crowd more interested in seeing her hang naked above them than have any thoughts of mercy as she suffers her agonies on the cross.
She thinks it a brilliant idea. We will see what she thinks when she is hangs naked before the crowd....
Bianca is crucified for being a disobedient slave girl but she is on the cross to entertain her master's influential friends. They enjoy her dance between the nails holding her to the cross as her twists and turns shows of her ample body. Bianca is less than entertained. She is very much alive but her body is not hers. The spikes prevent her from from touching herself. Her desperate dance entertains the guests for a few hours till they retreat to the dining hall for a delicious supper.
Bianca is let alone to die nailed to the wooden cross...
Yupar
Regina Iudaeorum
This type of writing and story slways arouse me. Thanks for keep going.
Andyman
Senator
A Passion Play in Prague - part 1.
A group of spectators, curiously waiting for the performance to begin in the old town square, crowded right up to the line beyond which one was not supposed to enter. They were already a little impatient because the beginning of the mystery was dragging on, and they were very curious about it. The performance was praised as a novelty that had never been performed in the city before, without revealing what this novelty was. In the end, however, they got there. From behind the wall surrounding the old church, a choral song came and the head of the procession appeared in the gate, heading towards them. At the head walked an old sacristan with an altar cross, and on the sides a pair of altar boys carried lit candles, as if they were leaving for Holy Mass. This had its justification: Holy Mass is, after all, nothing more than a softened form of remembrance of the sacrifice of the Messiah, once offered on the cross. Here and now, however, the same sacrifice was to be staged, in a much more literal form: the crude wooden pole was dragged here. And an actor prepared to play the role of the Messiah, walking right behind the altar boys, with a similarly crude beam on his hunched shoulders and his head hanging low, as if he were barely able to bear the burden placed on him, was approaching the audience.
Before they arrived, however, a man in an elegant suit stepped out in front of the audience. Briefly welcoming the audience, he reminded them of the title and purpose of the mystery, and finally asked them to behave naturally.
"You understand, ladies and gentlemen, I mean the kind of behavior that was appropriate for the inhabitants of Jerusalem who witnessed the suffering of Jesus. It is known that among them were the disciples and the Mother, and a few other sympathizers who experienced the same sadness as the Messiah himself. However, the majority were simpletons bribed by clever priests, who had already shouted to Pilate to crucify him, and even earlier had tried to throw Jesus off a cliff or stone him, as in Nazareth. I do not recommend throwing stones at the actress... but if you feel like shouting a curse, mockery or a contemptuous word, do not hold back. It will help us all to feel the mood of that cruel event even better."
"Did you hear what I heard?" one of the girls standing at the very front asked her friend. "Did he say actress?"
"I think he misspoke," her friend replied.
"I heard that too," said a young woman in a mini-skirt standing next to them. "And anyway, we'll see for ourselves in a moment."
While he was still speaking, the actors dressed as soldiers who were following the condemned man approached the Messiah, untying the ropes and removing the patibulum from his shoulders. They tied the condemned man's hands back behind his back, and placed the beam on a pole, to which two executioners immediately began to nail it with large hammers, while the Messiah was led closer to the crowd. His hair was soaked in blood and he wore a crown of thorns on his forehead.
But when he slowly straightened up and their gazes met, the girls opened their mouths and more than one of them let out a cry of astonishment.
"But it really is a woman!"
"Well, I didn't expect that!"
"Me neither!"
"Hey, isn't that Milenka, the manager of the cultural center, from U Elektrarny Street? She was widowed a year ago!"
"You are right, it's her...!"
Other spectators behind them also expressed their astonishment loudly and for a moment the square was filled with a hubbub of voices.
However, this was by no means the end of the surprises for that day.
Without further delay, the two executioners approached the condemned woman. One of them, standing right behind her, untied her hands, tied behind her back...
...and then, without the slightest ceremony, grabbed the lower edge of her short tunic with both hands...
...and lifted it up, exposing the condemned woman up to her navel.
A cry of astonishment rang out from many throats in the square and the hubbub resounded twice as loud. The faces of the spectators expressed astonishment and many of them smiled in disbelief. The condemned woman had absolutely nothing under her dress! With a second tug, the executioner pulled the robe even higher, exposing her torso, and then pulled out her breasts, which peeked out from under the fabric.
The condemned queen stood before her peoples bare and nude, fragile and debased to the extents...
[TBC]
A group of spectators, curiously waiting for the performance to begin in the old town square, crowded right up to the line beyond which one was not supposed to enter. They were already a little impatient because the beginning of the mystery was dragging on, and they were very curious about it. The performance was praised as a novelty that had never been performed in the city before, without revealing what this novelty was. In the end, however, they got there. From behind the wall surrounding the old church, a choral song came and the head of the procession appeared in the gate, heading towards them. At the head walked an old sacristan with an altar cross, and on the sides a pair of altar boys carried lit candles, as if they were leaving for Holy Mass. This had its justification: Holy Mass is, after all, nothing more than a softened form of remembrance of the sacrifice of the Messiah, once offered on the cross. Here and now, however, the same sacrifice was to be staged, in a much more literal form: the crude wooden pole was dragged here. And an actor prepared to play the role of the Messiah, walking right behind the altar boys, with a similarly crude beam on his hunched shoulders and his head hanging low, as if he were barely able to bear the burden placed on him, was approaching the audience.
Before they arrived, however, a man in an elegant suit stepped out in front of the audience. Briefly welcoming the audience, he reminded them of the title and purpose of the mystery, and finally asked them to behave naturally.
"You understand, ladies and gentlemen, I mean the kind of behavior that was appropriate for the inhabitants of Jerusalem who witnessed the suffering of Jesus. It is known that among them were the disciples and the Mother, and a few other sympathizers who experienced the same sadness as the Messiah himself. However, the majority were simpletons bribed by clever priests, who had already shouted to Pilate to crucify him, and even earlier had tried to throw Jesus off a cliff or stone him, as in Nazareth. I do not recommend throwing stones at the actress... but if you feel like shouting a curse, mockery or a contemptuous word, do not hold back. It will help us all to feel the mood of that cruel event even better."
"Did you hear what I heard?" one of the girls standing at the very front asked her friend. "Did he say actress?"
"I think he misspoke," her friend replied.
"I heard that too," said a young woman in a mini-skirt standing next to them. "And anyway, we'll see for ourselves in a moment."
While he was still speaking, the actors dressed as soldiers who were following the condemned man approached the Messiah, untying the ropes and removing the patibulum from his shoulders. They tied the condemned man's hands back behind his back, and placed the beam on a pole, to which two executioners immediately began to nail it with large hammers, while the Messiah was led closer to the crowd. His hair was soaked in blood and he wore a crown of thorns on his forehead.
But when he slowly straightened up and their gazes met, the girls opened their mouths and more than one of them let out a cry of astonishment.
"But it really is a woman!"
"Well, I didn't expect that!"
"Me neither!"
"Hey, isn't that Milenka, the manager of the cultural center, from U Elektrarny Street? She was widowed a year ago!"
"You are right, it's her...!"
Other spectators behind them also expressed their astonishment loudly and for a moment the square was filled with a hubbub of voices.
However, this was by no means the end of the surprises for that day.
Without further delay, the two executioners approached the condemned woman. One of them, standing right behind her, untied her hands, tied behind her back...
...and then, without the slightest ceremony, grabbed the lower edge of her short tunic with both hands...
...and lifted it up, exposing the condemned woman up to her navel.
A cry of astonishment rang out from many throats in the square and the hubbub resounded twice as loud. The faces of the spectators expressed astonishment and many of them smiled in disbelief. The condemned woman had absolutely nothing under her dress! With a second tug, the executioner pulled the robe even higher, exposing her torso, and then pulled out her breasts, which peeked out from under the fabric.
The condemned queen stood before her peoples bare and nude, fragile and debased to the extents...
[TBC]
Yupar
Regina Iudaeorum
This is ..how i will be if I'm in her place..
I'm feeling full of embarrassment in my whole body..my heart will be pounding , my flesh will be in trembling ..there is cold breeze of atmosphere shivering into my bone..butterflies will be in my stomach and my sex will be getting moise in front of all these people.
Please go ahead !
Andyman
Senator
A Passion Play in Prague - part 2.
Suddenly the robe caught on the thorns from the crown, which the executioner had forgotten to remove from her forehead before exposing the victim. The condemned woman raised her hands without resisting and stood obediently with her dress covering her face and forearms.
The executioner spent the next half a minute untangling the thorns from the material, while the woman stood exposed in front of the entire city, unable to even cover her shame with her hands, because they were caught in the folds of the material. And all the smartphones and cameras were working at full speed, recording this unexpected spectacle.
When the man finally pulled her dress off her head, they calmly walked away to take care of putting the cross in its proper place. They clearly had no intention of covering the condemned woman's lower abdomen with a loincloth. She was to die naked! This was another surprise for the audience, but this time it caused less shock and more excitement in the observers. This was something really unusual, and - they really liked it!
Milenka awkwardly covered her crotch with her hands, standing with her flushed face, red as a beet, turned right.
It was completely pointless, since a moment ago everyone had already looked at her nakedness, and soon they would have been looking at her even longer. Therefore, instead of showing sympathy, the audience reacted with laughter and - wait a minute - a hatred...?
The reactions of the onlookers surprised even themselves. Whether it was the introductory speech that had such an effect on them, or the sight of a woman naked in public, to their own surprise they felt no pity or sympathy for Milenka. The men gazed at her with delight and lasciviousness, excited (but with no respect at all); their wives with an outrage and disgust; the young women with disbelief and amusement, the older with indignation and embarrasment. But everyone, adults and youth, men and women, atheists and followers of Christ, although they did not immediately realize it, are looking at the condemned with contempt and with satisfaction that this shameless woman would soon meet a just punishment for her impudence. Somewhere deep in their hearts they hated her and despised her to the utmost.
And indeed, a terrible punishment awaited her.
Milenka had not had time to catch her breath and the blush had not yet disappeared from her face when the executioners, approaching from the sides, grabbed her under the arms, tearing her hands away from the shamefully covered pubic mound, and dragged her a few steps back, towards the ready cross, placed with its lower, pointed end towards the audience.
Having thrown the condemned woman against the tree, they reached for the same huge hammers and nails with which they had just hammered the cross out of the lumber. And without a moment's hesitation, with the same hammers they began to nail the woman's hands to the patibulum, as if she were just another piece of wood.
Milenka, pierced by a sudden pain, screamed terribly and began to kick her legs and at one point she drew her knees almost up to her chin, without thinking, thereby completely and most shamelessly exposing her crotch to the gathered audience. A burst of laughter and whistles rolled over the square and several insults flew in the direction of the condemned woman and a second later several cores and one almost whole apple. All of them hit Milenka's vulva or buttocks: from this distance it was impossible not to hit the nearly immobilized target...
While the actress suffered more and more, the audience began to feel more and more at ease, reveling in her suffering and having more and more fun.
Somewhere deep in their hearts they truly hated her and despised her to the utmost.
[TBC]
Suddenly the robe caught on the thorns from the crown, which the executioner had forgotten to remove from her forehead before exposing the victim. The condemned woman raised her hands without resisting and stood obediently with her dress covering her face and forearms.
The executioner spent the next half a minute untangling the thorns from the material, while the woman stood exposed in front of the entire city, unable to even cover her shame with her hands, because they were caught in the folds of the material. And all the smartphones and cameras were working at full speed, recording this unexpected spectacle.
When the man finally pulled her dress off her head, they calmly walked away to take care of putting the cross in its proper place. They clearly had no intention of covering the condemned woman's lower abdomen with a loincloth. She was to die naked! This was another surprise for the audience, but this time it caused less shock and more excitement in the observers. This was something really unusual, and - they really liked it!
Milenka awkwardly covered her crotch with her hands, standing with her flushed face, red as a beet, turned right.
It was completely pointless, since a moment ago everyone had already looked at her nakedness, and soon they would have been looking at her even longer. Therefore, instead of showing sympathy, the audience reacted with laughter and - wait a minute - a hatred...?
The reactions of the onlookers surprised even themselves. Whether it was the introductory speech that had such an effect on them, or the sight of a woman naked in public, to their own surprise they felt no pity or sympathy for Milenka. The men gazed at her with delight and lasciviousness, excited (but with no respect at all); their wives with an outrage and disgust; the young women with disbelief and amusement, the older with indignation and embarrasment. But everyone, adults and youth, men and women, atheists and followers of Christ, although they did not immediately realize it, are looking at the condemned with contempt and with satisfaction that this shameless woman would soon meet a just punishment for her impudence. Somewhere deep in their hearts they hated her and despised her to the utmost.
And indeed, a terrible punishment awaited her.
Milenka had not had time to catch her breath and the blush had not yet disappeared from her face when the executioners, approaching from the sides, grabbed her under the arms, tearing her hands away from the shamefully covered pubic mound, and dragged her a few steps back, towards the ready cross, placed with its lower, pointed end towards the audience.
Having thrown the condemned woman against the tree, they reached for the same huge hammers and nails with which they had just hammered the cross out of the lumber. And without a moment's hesitation, with the same hammers they began to nail the woman's hands to the patibulum, as if she were just another piece of wood.
Milenka, pierced by a sudden pain, screamed terribly and began to kick her legs and at one point she drew her knees almost up to her chin, without thinking, thereby completely and most shamelessly exposing her crotch to the gathered audience. A burst of laughter and whistles rolled over the square and several insults flew in the direction of the condemned woman and a second later several cores and one almost whole apple. All of them hit Milenka's vulva or buttocks: from this distance it was impossible not to hit the nearly immobilized target...
While the actress suffered more and more, the audience began to feel more and more at ease, reveling in her suffering and having more and more fun.
Somewhere deep in their hearts they truly hated her and despised her to the utmost.
[TBC]
One wonders if Mikenka is even aware of the crowd's contempt as she is nailed to the cross...
Andyman
Senator
A Passion Play in Prague - part 3.
Curled up in a ball, with her diaphragm squeezed and her knees under her chin, Milenka was unable to draw in a breath. Her face purple with effort, she opened her mouth wide to scream, but instead she only began to wheeze quietly. The executioners noticed this and stopped driving the half-driven nails in for a moment.
Then the condemned woman finally caught her breath and slowly relaxed her diaphragm. Her hips and legs dropped, touching the ground.
The executioners resumed their work. The hammers struck the heads of the nails again, which with a crunch sank into the wrists of the crucified woman, crushing the bone. With each blow of the hammers, an inarticulate, painful groan escaped the condemned woman's throat, and her legs straightened and curled up alternately, now one, now the other, in a chaotic kicking.
It did not take long, the executioners finished their work and stood up. Milenka froze for a moment, breathing heavily as if after a huge effort, trying to straighten her palms, which were stuck together with blood. Her legs fell limply, slightly spread. She felt her crotch wetted with urine. For now, she was unable to control it.
"What a lewd whore...", the girls heard a voice from one of the further rows. They recognized the voice as the landlady of their apartment building. The outraged woman shook her head and spat loudly on the ground in the direction of the actress.
At that moment, a painful, feminine scream tore through the air again and the steel of the hammer rang against the iron of the nail. Blood spurted from the insteps of her feet, pierced by one common blade, and after a moment the nail clinked resonantly, entering the hard wood. Another six or seven strong blows and six or seven painful screams, combined with raising her hips upwards and falling her buttocks onto the lying post, and the executioners stood up, wiping the sweat from their brows.
One of them leaned over Milenka and adjusted the crown of thorns on her head, pressing it deeper than before. Blood ran down the actress's face. The man smiled and patted her cheek and then, standing up, pinched her nipple that was sticking up and scratched her hairy vulva with his fingers in a movement like one would playfully ruffle the hair on a child's head. Milenka groaned and tried to cover her vulva by pressing her knees together, but her unevenly nailed legs, the left one of which was bent at the knee more than the right, did not allow it. Her thighs would not be pressed together and as soon as she stopped tensing her muscles, her legs pulled apart by themselves.
Shame and mental suffering temporarily took precedence over physical suffering. The heavy breathing slowly subsided, replaced by the spasmodic sobbing of the woman nailed to the cross. However, it was quickly drowned out by the hubbub of voices and quiet laughter coming from the audience. Not a single voice of comfort or appreciation was heard among them.
"What a whore, what a shameless whore!" the hostess repeated with disgust and hatred in her voice, "How do she dare to show her dirty cunt while pretending to be Our Lord!"
"She's right," said one of the girls to her friend, "I'd have to be a crazy idiot to let myself be nailed to a tree and then stick out my tits and gape my spread pussy in front of the whole town!"
"She's moaning like she's dying from pain, but her tits are sticking out and her pussy is also wet as if she's climaxing!", answered her pal with laugh.
"Yep, she must be a crypto-erotomaniac and exhibitionist!", summarized the first girl.
"And a first-rate masochist", added the second and they both giggled.
The executioners grabbed the lying cross by the arms and slowly began to raise it to a vertical position.
Milenka, who had just recovered from the nailing of her hands and feet, held her breath, clenching her teeth. As the surface of the cross, on which she had been lying with her back, tilted more and more steeply, her body became increasingly heavier and lower, sliding lower and lower, until finally the crucified woman hung with all her weight on her arms stretched above her head.
Finally, at the end, the cross stood exactly vertical, sliding its lower end into the prepared hole. The executioners quickly drove wedges into the gaps and covered the base of the pole with earth, creating a small mound. Thus the real agony of the Messiah began...
The audience watched the whole operation in relative silence, recording videos and taking photos. Only when the executioners left, taking ropes, hammers and shovels, did the onlookers take a step closer and take a closer look at the woman hanging on the cross. They could not imagine how terribly she could have suffered, but it was obvious that she was suffering terribly. The lungs of the sufferer, choked by pain, took in air with a loud wheezing and released it with a hiss. In the same rhythm, her breasts rose in painful breaths, pushing up her protruding nipples, her arms and legs trembled, and from the wounds trickled streams of blood, running in narrow streams down her arms and sides of her body to her hips and from her feet dripping onto a mound of fresh sand, soaking into the ground and staining it red.
Milenka was terrified by the monstrosity of the suffering she felt, and practically broke down from the very beginning, something she had not expected to experience so soon. The audience, on the other hand, had a great time. Some probably sympathized with the actress, although they felt more sorry for the Messiah she was playing than for her. A few of them prayed silently, moving the rosary beads they held in their hands. But most of them did not even try to hold back their smiles or their insulting words, which were probably harder than stones.
The woman endured all this for some time, until she felt that she could no longer draw air into her stifled lungs. She tried to pull herself up on her hands, but the pain in her pierced wrists immediately became so enormous that she was unable to lift her body with the strength of her arms. So she began to straighten her legs, moving her body higher on the cross with the combined strength of her arms and legs. This caused her clenched buttocks to move away from the pole and her hips to thrust forward, and her back to arch, lifting her breasts almost vertically with their nipples.
She began to breathe loudly and quickly, with each exhalation emitting a painful grunt or moan, which sounded exactly like the sounds a woman makes during sexual intercourse. She herself was shocked to realize that although mentally she was as far away as possible from experiencing pleasure, her body was reacting to the lack of oxygen, the crushing pain forcing her into an obscene "dance" and the public exposure with real sexual arousal. Her nipples were swollen and her protruding labia, visible to all between her spread thighs, glistened with moisture. This caused even more shame than the exposure itself. The spectators, on the other hand, were of course delighted; whistles and applause rang out from the crowd. And only the scandalized old woman from the back rows kept on cawing:
"What a perverted whore... How dare she do such things!? Goddamn her! It's a pity she won't really die on that cross!"
But after three or four minutes, once they had photographed and recorded everything they wanted, they put their phones away for a while and started exchanging their own opinions, staring at the volunteer actress dying of shame and pain and wishing to be removed from this murderous instrument of torture as soon as possible.
[TBC]
Curled up in a ball, with her diaphragm squeezed and her knees under her chin, Milenka was unable to draw in a breath. Her face purple with effort, she opened her mouth wide to scream, but instead she only began to wheeze quietly. The executioners noticed this and stopped driving the half-driven nails in for a moment.
Then the condemned woman finally caught her breath and slowly relaxed her diaphragm. Her hips and legs dropped, touching the ground.
The executioners resumed their work. The hammers struck the heads of the nails again, which with a crunch sank into the wrists of the crucified woman, crushing the bone. With each blow of the hammers, an inarticulate, painful groan escaped the condemned woman's throat, and her legs straightened and curled up alternately, now one, now the other, in a chaotic kicking.
It did not take long, the executioners finished their work and stood up. Milenka froze for a moment, breathing heavily as if after a huge effort, trying to straighten her palms, which were stuck together with blood. Her legs fell limply, slightly spread. She felt her crotch wetted with urine. For now, she was unable to control it.
"What a lewd whore...", the girls heard a voice from one of the further rows. They recognized the voice as the landlady of their apartment building. The outraged woman shook her head and spat loudly on the ground in the direction of the actress.
At that moment, a painful, feminine scream tore through the air again and the steel of the hammer rang against the iron of the nail. Blood spurted from the insteps of her feet, pierced by one common blade, and after a moment the nail clinked resonantly, entering the hard wood. Another six or seven strong blows and six or seven painful screams, combined with raising her hips upwards and falling her buttocks onto the lying post, and the executioners stood up, wiping the sweat from their brows.
One of them leaned over Milenka and adjusted the crown of thorns on her head, pressing it deeper than before. Blood ran down the actress's face. The man smiled and patted her cheek and then, standing up, pinched her nipple that was sticking up and scratched her hairy vulva with his fingers in a movement like one would playfully ruffle the hair on a child's head. Milenka groaned and tried to cover her vulva by pressing her knees together, but her unevenly nailed legs, the left one of which was bent at the knee more than the right, did not allow it. Her thighs would not be pressed together and as soon as she stopped tensing her muscles, her legs pulled apart by themselves.
Shame and mental suffering temporarily took precedence over physical suffering. The heavy breathing slowly subsided, replaced by the spasmodic sobbing of the woman nailed to the cross. However, it was quickly drowned out by the hubbub of voices and quiet laughter coming from the audience. Not a single voice of comfort or appreciation was heard among them.
"What a whore, what a shameless whore!" the hostess repeated with disgust and hatred in her voice, "How do she dare to show her dirty cunt while pretending to be Our Lord!"
"She's right," said one of the girls to her friend, "I'd have to be a crazy idiot to let myself be nailed to a tree and then stick out my tits and gape my spread pussy in front of the whole town!"
"She's moaning like she's dying from pain, but her tits are sticking out and her pussy is also wet as if she's climaxing!", answered her pal with laugh.
"Yep, she must be a crypto-erotomaniac and exhibitionist!", summarized the first girl.
"And a first-rate masochist", added the second and they both giggled.
The executioners grabbed the lying cross by the arms and slowly began to raise it to a vertical position.
Milenka, who had just recovered from the nailing of her hands and feet, held her breath, clenching her teeth. As the surface of the cross, on which she had been lying with her back, tilted more and more steeply, her body became increasingly heavier and lower, sliding lower and lower, until finally the crucified woman hung with all her weight on her arms stretched above her head.
Finally, at the end, the cross stood exactly vertical, sliding its lower end into the prepared hole. The executioners quickly drove wedges into the gaps and covered the base of the pole with earth, creating a small mound. Thus the real agony of the Messiah began...
The audience watched the whole operation in relative silence, recording videos and taking photos. Only when the executioners left, taking ropes, hammers and shovels, did the onlookers take a step closer and take a closer look at the woman hanging on the cross. They could not imagine how terribly she could have suffered, but it was obvious that she was suffering terribly. The lungs of the sufferer, choked by pain, took in air with a loud wheezing and released it with a hiss. In the same rhythm, her breasts rose in painful breaths, pushing up her protruding nipples, her arms and legs trembled, and from the wounds trickled streams of blood, running in narrow streams down her arms and sides of her body to her hips and from her feet dripping onto a mound of fresh sand, soaking into the ground and staining it red.
Milenka was terrified by the monstrosity of the suffering she felt, and practically broke down from the very beginning, something she had not expected to experience so soon. The audience, on the other hand, had a great time. Some probably sympathized with the actress, although they felt more sorry for the Messiah she was playing than for her. A few of them prayed silently, moving the rosary beads they held in their hands. But most of them did not even try to hold back their smiles or their insulting words, which were probably harder than stones.
The woman endured all this for some time, until she felt that she could no longer draw air into her stifled lungs. She tried to pull herself up on her hands, but the pain in her pierced wrists immediately became so enormous that she was unable to lift her body with the strength of her arms. So she began to straighten her legs, moving her body higher on the cross with the combined strength of her arms and legs. This caused her clenched buttocks to move away from the pole and her hips to thrust forward, and her back to arch, lifting her breasts almost vertically with their nipples.
She began to breathe loudly and quickly, with each exhalation emitting a painful grunt or moan, which sounded exactly like the sounds a woman makes during sexual intercourse. She herself was shocked to realize that although mentally she was as far away as possible from experiencing pleasure, her body was reacting to the lack of oxygen, the crushing pain forcing her into an obscene "dance" and the public exposure with real sexual arousal. Her nipples were swollen and her protruding labia, visible to all between her spread thighs, glistened with moisture. This caused even more shame than the exposure itself. The spectators, on the other hand, were of course delighted; whistles and applause rang out from the crowd. And only the scandalized old woman from the back rows kept on cawing:
"What a perverted whore... How dare she do such things!? Goddamn her! It's a pity she won't really die on that cross!"
But after three or four minutes, once they had photographed and recorded everything they wanted, they put their phones away for a while and started exchanging their own opinions, staring at the volunteer actress dying of shame and pain and wishing to be removed from this murderous instrument of torture as soon as possible.
[TBC]
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Yupar
Regina Iudaeorum
With this rate, she may not be last long to pass this ordeal alive.
I think she will die poorly like Helen McPherson
Andyman
Senator
A Passion Play in Prague - part 4.
The onlookers had finished taking pictures and videos, and were mostly standing, watching the actress. Even conversations fell silent for a moment, and only when the body of the tortured woman twisted in some particularly obscene way or the pain tore a loud scream from her throat, did the viewers respond with a snort of laughter or exchange comments on the subject. The girls were whispering something in each other's ears and giggling every now and then.
Only the more devout parishioners listened attentively to the Stations of the Cross service itself, the prayers recited in the background, religious songs or meditations read out over the loudspeakers. Most of the viewers, however, were focused on the physical aspect of the crucifixion, which was thrust under their noses, and not on the nuances of the Messiah's spiritual suffering for the sins of humanity 2000 years ago. Showing them a juicy female body with lush shapes, despite the hopes of the organizers, turned out not to be conducive to spiritual reflection. Well, it wasn't hard to predict after all.
The minutes passed slowly. For the actress in particular, time dragged on almost terrifyingly. Pain shot through her body with every slightest movement, but even when she tried to remain still, it would disappear for a moment only to explode spontaneously with double the force the next moment. It would have been easier for her to endure a steady, monotonous pain, but it was not steady, but alternately weakened every few seconds and then suddenly exploded with indescribable force, forcing her to arch her entire body in agony and make heart-rending cries of suffering that so amused the unaware audience.
The pain erupted in various places, sometimes in her pierced wrists, sometimes in her feet, in the muscles of her thighs and calves, in her tired knees, in her strained shoulder and elbow joints, in the scalp pierced with spikes, but also in places distant from the wounds: Milenka's stomach ached, her genitals ached as she was raped and her intestines as if she were having a painful period, her head ached, and even all her teeth. She couldn't swallow her saliva because of the tightness in her throat and she hardly could breathe. Her vision was blurry and she was unable to focus on any point. At this stage, hypersensitivity appeared in her entire body.
Weakened by the terrible suffering, she was completely exhausted and almost fainting after only eight or ten minutes of hanging, and it seemed to her that if she had really been sentenced to death on a cross, she would probably die soon. She could not imagine that she would be able to endure this immense torture for much longer, and she was very wrong about that. In reality, if she had been left on the cross, she would have certainly been dying until the next evening or even longer, and the amount of pain that seemed unbearable to her at that moment would have seemed a ridiculous trifle the next day, when it was joined by thirst, hunger, sunburn, muscle cramps, sprains and inflammations of the joints, sepsis and gangrene. She would probably have gone mad with pain, disgrace and despair long before her physical collapse and death.
Fortunately, the performance was to end in just a few minutes.
The service came to an end.
Now came the moment when the spectators had the right to approach the crucified woman and even touch her: the parishioners, who were accustomed to approaching the altar cross in procession during the adoration of the cross services and kissing the feet of the figure of Jesus hanging on it one by one, formed a long queue, approaching Milenka in the same way and kissing her legs just above the blood-stained feet.
The three girls standing in the first row and their friend on the right waited until the end and then decided to take the opportunity to take a few souvenir photos at the foot of the cross to commemorate the unusual event. The friends started with a simple selfie with the totally exhausted actress...
...but then the unusualness of the situation went to their heads and, increasingly amused, they asked their friend to take a group photo, standing under the cross and affectionately hugging and stroking the thighs of Milenka, who was hanging limply with her legs spread apart, semi-conscious.
This shameless position of the body amused them greatly: Eva impromptu imitated the crucified woman, taking the same position with her knees apart and her arms raised, tilting her head and assuming a gloomy expression on her face, but although she tried to keep a serious face, it was obvious that she was trying not to burst out laughing like her companions.
Then they took a similar photo of the guy with the crucified "Messiah",...
...and then, when it had completely gone to their heads, they came up with a crazy idea and they asked him for another photo. They lined up under the cross again, and as if on command, they pulled up their blouses, revealing their own breasts, standing right under the heavily hanging breasts of the crucified woman, who at that very moment once again tried to lift up her mutilated body and get the air. The surprised young man almost dropped the camera in amazement.
The merrymaking was interrupted by the "executioners" and paramedics with a stretcher, who at that moment approached the cross to remove the actress and take her to the hospital for a check-up. The group obediently stepped back behind the designated line and from there watched as the workers, having tied the unconscious woman's hips to the pole so that the center of gravity would not shift suddenly when the entire structure was lowered, placed the cross on the ground, first supporting it with the tip of their right arm and then turning it on its back.
The paramedics rinsed and disinfected the wounds, and when the "executioners" skillfully pulled out the nails, they stopped the bleeding and bandaged the wounds. They also dressed the forehead with plasters and then, having placed the unconscious woman on a stretcher under a blanket, they headed for the ambulance.
Before the ambulance disappeared around the corner, the last spectators went home. Only four friends from the first row remained in the square for a while.
"I wonder what it's like to hang on a cross like that?", said Agatka, Ewa's neighbor, lost in thought. "The thought alone gives me the creeps!"
"Come on, get it out of your head!", Eva scolded her. "You'd have nightmares about it for the rest of your life. If such wounds ever heal without a trace and without harm to your health!"
"No, nails are too much," agreed Agatka, "but..."
"I hope you're not as stupid as that cow they just took away!"
Agatka didn't say anything, but judging by the expression on her face, the thought was still nagging at her.
"And I wonder what it would be like if I tried to lie down on that cross right here and now!" she suddenly exclaimed.
"You won't get your skirt and shirt dirty? The cross was rinsed, but not that thoroughly, and besides, it's still wet," their older friend Anna grimaced doubtfully, searching for something in her bag.
"Well, I'll just lie down without my skirt and shirt," Ewa grinned. "The square is completely empty, and I hope that no one will come out from one of the streets at the moment, and even if they do, they won't have time to come here. It will only take a few seconds," she called out, quickly taking off her clothes and shoes. "Eva, Anna, Vaclav: take as many photos as you can, quickly! You have ten seconds!" she added, lying down on a wooden pole and spreading her arms so that her wrists fell out more or less where the nail holes were. She arched her body and tilted her head back, imitating Milenka.
Two minutes later the girls said goodbye to one another and went their separate ways: Eva to her aunt for afternoon tea, Anna to her fiancé, and Agatka to her home.
"Can I walk you a bit?" Vaclav asked Agatka. "I'll send you my photos via Bluetooth to your phone right now."
"Oh, great idea!" the girl exclaimed. "I live at Vaclavske Namesti, we can go this way, through the park."
"And why exactly did you take off your panties when you were lying on the cross?" Vaclav asked suddenly, when they had walked about two hundred meters, and Agatka stopped in her tracks, surprised.
"Oh my, really... I just did it instinctively... I only wanted to take off my shoes, skirt and top but somehow in my rush I took everything off... And besides, Milenka was naked too, so I did too... I got carried away. Sorry, sorry, I shouldn't have done that in front of a strange guy. After all, we only know each other from primary school, and not even from the same class. How stupid I feel!"
Vaclav smiled.
"So I can consider myself lucky that you went too far. I've never been so close to a naked girl, who, on top of that, asked me to take her picture!"
"And such a beautiful and brave girl at that," he added after a moment with full conviction.
"Brave...? I hope you didn't found me stupid as a cow like Eva did!"
"Why would it be stupid to boldly admit your desires and face challenges!?" the boy objected hotly. "You were simply wonderful! No woman ever impressed me so much like you!"
Agatka, red-faced, glanced at Vaclav to see if he was joking, but he was completely serious and his face was also flushed.
"So maybe... you could come over for a coffee?", the girl suggested, brushing her hair back. "We could look at the rest of our pictures."
Vaclav took a deep breath.
"Really? And what does your boyfriend think about this? What was his name, Marek?"
"Marek? I haven't been dating him for a year... I don't have a boyfriend at the moment. But I wouldn't mind having a-", she stopped suddenly, blushing even more.
Vaclav gently took her hand.
"Then I accept your invitation," he said with a smile.
"Cool!", Agatka said, squeezing his hand tighter.
"And about the photos, I'd like to ask you," Vaclav began as they continued their journey, "have you heard anything about CruxForums...?"
[The End]
The onlookers had finished taking pictures and videos, and were mostly standing, watching the actress. Even conversations fell silent for a moment, and only when the body of the tortured woman twisted in some particularly obscene way or the pain tore a loud scream from her throat, did the viewers respond with a snort of laughter or exchange comments on the subject. The girls were whispering something in each other's ears and giggling every now and then.
Only the more devout parishioners listened attentively to the Stations of the Cross service itself, the prayers recited in the background, religious songs or meditations read out over the loudspeakers. Most of the viewers, however, were focused on the physical aspect of the crucifixion, which was thrust under their noses, and not on the nuances of the Messiah's spiritual suffering for the sins of humanity 2000 years ago. Showing them a juicy female body with lush shapes, despite the hopes of the organizers, turned out not to be conducive to spiritual reflection. Well, it wasn't hard to predict after all.
The minutes passed slowly. For the actress in particular, time dragged on almost terrifyingly. Pain shot through her body with every slightest movement, but even when she tried to remain still, it would disappear for a moment only to explode spontaneously with double the force the next moment. It would have been easier for her to endure a steady, monotonous pain, but it was not steady, but alternately weakened every few seconds and then suddenly exploded with indescribable force, forcing her to arch her entire body in agony and make heart-rending cries of suffering that so amused the unaware audience.
The pain erupted in various places, sometimes in her pierced wrists, sometimes in her feet, in the muscles of her thighs and calves, in her tired knees, in her strained shoulder and elbow joints, in the scalp pierced with spikes, but also in places distant from the wounds: Milenka's stomach ached, her genitals ached as she was raped and her intestines as if she were having a painful period, her head ached, and even all her teeth. She couldn't swallow her saliva because of the tightness in her throat and she hardly could breathe. Her vision was blurry and she was unable to focus on any point. At this stage, hypersensitivity appeared in her entire body.
Weakened by the terrible suffering, she was completely exhausted and almost fainting after only eight or ten minutes of hanging, and it seemed to her that if she had really been sentenced to death on a cross, she would probably die soon. She could not imagine that she would be able to endure this immense torture for much longer, and she was very wrong about that. In reality, if she had been left on the cross, she would have certainly been dying until the next evening or even longer, and the amount of pain that seemed unbearable to her at that moment would have seemed a ridiculous trifle the next day, when it was joined by thirst, hunger, sunburn, muscle cramps, sprains and inflammations of the joints, sepsis and gangrene. She would probably have gone mad with pain, disgrace and despair long before her physical collapse and death.
Fortunately, the performance was to end in just a few minutes.
The service came to an end.
Now came the moment when the spectators had the right to approach the crucified woman and even touch her: the parishioners, who were accustomed to approaching the altar cross in procession during the adoration of the cross services and kissing the feet of the figure of Jesus hanging on it one by one, formed a long queue, approaching Milenka in the same way and kissing her legs just above the blood-stained feet.
The three girls standing in the first row and their friend on the right waited until the end and then decided to take the opportunity to take a few souvenir photos at the foot of the cross to commemorate the unusual event. The friends started with a simple selfie with the totally exhausted actress...
...but then the unusualness of the situation went to their heads and, increasingly amused, they asked their friend to take a group photo, standing under the cross and affectionately hugging and stroking the thighs of Milenka, who was hanging limply with her legs spread apart, semi-conscious.
This shameless position of the body amused them greatly: Eva impromptu imitated the crucified woman, taking the same position with her knees apart and her arms raised, tilting her head and assuming a gloomy expression on her face, but although she tried to keep a serious face, it was obvious that she was trying not to burst out laughing like her companions.
Then they took a similar photo of the guy with the crucified "Messiah",...
...and then, when it had completely gone to their heads, they came up with a crazy idea and they asked him for another photo. They lined up under the cross again, and as if on command, they pulled up their blouses, revealing their own breasts, standing right under the heavily hanging breasts of the crucified woman, who at that very moment once again tried to lift up her mutilated body and get the air. The surprised young man almost dropped the camera in amazement.
The merrymaking was interrupted by the "executioners" and paramedics with a stretcher, who at that moment approached the cross to remove the actress and take her to the hospital for a check-up. The group obediently stepped back behind the designated line and from there watched as the workers, having tied the unconscious woman's hips to the pole so that the center of gravity would not shift suddenly when the entire structure was lowered, placed the cross on the ground, first supporting it with the tip of their right arm and then turning it on its back.
The paramedics rinsed and disinfected the wounds, and when the "executioners" skillfully pulled out the nails, they stopped the bleeding and bandaged the wounds. They also dressed the forehead with plasters and then, having placed the unconscious woman on a stretcher under a blanket, they headed for the ambulance.
Before the ambulance disappeared around the corner, the last spectators went home. Only four friends from the first row remained in the square for a while.
"I wonder what it's like to hang on a cross like that?", said Agatka, Ewa's neighbor, lost in thought. "The thought alone gives me the creeps!"
"Come on, get it out of your head!", Eva scolded her. "You'd have nightmares about it for the rest of your life. If such wounds ever heal without a trace and without harm to your health!"
"No, nails are too much," agreed Agatka, "but..."
"I hope you're not as stupid as that cow they just took away!"
Agatka didn't say anything, but judging by the expression on her face, the thought was still nagging at her.
"And I wonder what it would be like if I tried to lie down on that cross right here and now!" she suddenly exclaimed.
"You won't get your skirt and shirt dirty? The cross was rinsed, but not that thoroughly, and besides, it's still wet," their older friend Anna grimaced doubtfully, searching for something in her bag.
"Well, I'll just lie down without my skirt and shirt," Ewa grinned. "The square is completely empty, and I hope that no one will come out from one of the streets at the moment, and even if they do, they won't have time to come here. It will only take a few seconds," she called out, quickly taking off her clothes and shoes. "Eva, Anna, Vaclav: take as many photos as you can, quickly! You have ten seconds!" she added, lying down on a wooden pole and spreading her arms so that her wrists fell out more or less where the nail holes were. She arched her body and tilted her head back, imitating Milenka.
Two minutes later the girls said goodbye to one another and went their separate ways: Eva to her aunt for afternoon tea, Anna to her fiancé, and Agatka to her home.
"Can I walk you a bit?" Vaclav asked Agatka. "I'll send you my photos via Bluetooth to your phone right now."
"Oh, great idea!" the girl exclaimed. "I live at Vaclavske Namesti, we can go this way, through the park."
"And why exactly did you take off your panties when you were lying on the cross?" Vaclav asked suddenly, when they had walked about two hundred meters, and Agatka stopped in her tracks, surprised.
"Oh my, really... I just did it instinctively... I only wanted to take off my shoes, skirt and top but somehow in my rush I took everything off... And besides, Milenka was naked too, so I did too... I got carried away. Sorry, sorry, I shouldn't have done that in front of a strange guy. After all, we only know each other from primary school, and not even from the same class. How stupid I feel!"
Vaclav smiled.
"So I can consider myself lucky that you went too far. I've never been so close to a naked girl, who, on top of that, asked me to take her picture!"
"And such a beautiful and brave girl at that," he added after a moment with full conviction.
"Brave...? I hope you didn't found me stupid as a cow like Eva did!"
"Why would it be stupid to boldly admit your desires and face challenges!?" the boy objected hotly. "You were simply wonderful! No woman ever impressed me so much like you!"
Agatka, red-faced, glanced at Vaclav to see if he was joking, but he was completely serious and his face was also flushed.
"So maybe... you could come over for a coffee?", the girl suggested, brushing her hair back. "We could look at the rest of our pictures."
Vaclav took a deep breath.
"Really? And what does your boyfriend think about this? What was his name, Marek?"
"Marek? I haven't been dating him for a year... I don't have a boyfriend at the moment. But I wouldn't mind having a-", she stopped suddenly, blushing even more.
Vaclav gently took her hand.
"Then I accept your invitation," he said with a smile.
"Cool!", Agatka said, squeezing his hand tighter.
"And about the photos, I'd like to ask you," Vaclav began as they continued their journey, "have you heard anything about CruxForums...?"
[The End]
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