Blue
Magistrate
As the wife washed her belly Livina noticed a slight change in the wife’s demeanor. A glazed look in her eyes and a wicked smile on her face were all the signs Livina needed to see to know that something was about to change....
The Dancing Dove of Judaea
Part thirty
Sure enough, the next time the wife loaded up the sponge with water her target was Livina’s right breast. She began at the top of the breast, slowly crisscrossing the soft flesh and just brushing over the now rock-hard nipple, stroking the side of the breast just under her arm, then sliding the sponge underneath to lift it slightly and let it fall gently back onto Livina’s chest. She repeated this motion several times then began the same process with the left breast.
Livina was ashamed of her response. Though still experiencing the withering pain of crucifixion, and fully repulsed by the wife, she could feel her arousal brewing at the gentle caress of the sponge on her breasts. She need air, but instead of rising straight up to breath she rose and leaned forward as if offering her tits to her executioner for more attention.
“Ahhh, look how she rises! You like the sponge on those beautiful tits, hmmm? You seem to be be asking me for more attention, I am happy to oblige!” The taunting tone of the wife embarrassed Livina, as did her body’s involuntary response to her caress; but the pleasure was real and it was becoming harder and harder to distinguish between pleasure and pain. “Oh gods...” purred Livina, settling back to hang by her wrists but with her head held up high and rolling from side-to-side.
“Goddess, slut.” The wife corrected Livina. “I am your goddess and it is myself, and only myself, who has the power to ease your pain, temporarily.” The wife continued her attention to Livina’s breasts and could see her becoming more and more aroused. The soft caress of the sponge and the now-fully soothing effect of the water, oddly mixed with the pain of her ordeal, took control of Livina and she began moaning “ohhhhh....godssssss....” over and over.
“Does the Dove like the way her goddess makes her feel, crucified with hard nipples and a wet pussy?” The wife was purely guessing as to the level of arousal in Livina’s sex, but she knew there would be time for that soon. “Tell your goddess you like what she is doing. Tell her right now or she may stop.”
Livina was not completely lost in the the sensation of sexual awakening. She was still coherent enough to understand the wife’s motives very clearly now: she was going to be humiliated before a group of onlookers into begging for pleasure from her executioner, to be a toy used by someone for their gratification in public and then discarded like the used-up rind of some misbegotten fruit.
“I guess the Dove has flown her last flight, too bad.... her appetite for pleasure was legendary, or so I was told!” More laughter erupted from the onlookers, including the wife who, very discreetly and purely by accident, let the sponge ‘slip’ a little and land on Livina’s mons. She twisted it once with only feather-soft pressure.
Livina moaned. What she did next deeply disgusted her but she had to do it, simply had to do it....
“Goddess... I..... like... it....” She recoiled hearing herself utter those words but she was helpless now.
“Well listen to that! The Dancing Dove does more than scream and cry like a simpering slut; she speaks too! Tell us again, dearest Dove, what did you say? There was so much laughter it was hard to hear you. Do you like the way your goddess touches you with the sponge?” The wife was grinning broadly.
“Yes...I... I....” nearly out of breath she cut off in mid-sentence to raise herself for a breath. Her entire body trembling as she slowly rose and the pained expression on her face evidence of her struggle. Breasts jutting out, hips squirming making her belt rattle and arms quivering in spasm, she rose up and took two deep breaths before shouting “yes.. I like it... when ... my goddess touches me.... with the sponge!” Her legs gave out on the word ‘sponge’ and she resumed her position of hanging by her wrists, openly sobbing, completely humiliated...
The Dancing Dove of Judaea
Part thirty
Sure enough, the next time the wife loaded up the sponge with water her target was Livina’s right breast. She began at the top of the breast, slowly crisscrossing the soft flesh and just brushing over the now rock-hard nipple, stroking the side of the breast just under her arm, then sliding the sponge underneath to lift it slightly and let it fall gently back onto Livina’s chest. She repeated this motion several times then began the same process with the left breast.
Livina was ashamed of her response. Though still experiencing the withering pain of crucifixion, and fully repulsed by the wife, she could feel her arousal brewing at the gentle caress of the sponge on her breasts. She need air, but instead of rising straight up to breath she rose and leaned forward as if offering her tits to her executioner for more attention.
“Ahhh, look how she rises! You like the sponge on those beautiful tits, hmmm? You seem to be be asking me for more attention, I am happy to oblige!” The taunting tone of the wife embarrassed Livina, as did her body’s involuntary response to her caress; but the pleasure was real and it was becoming harder and harder to distinguish between pleasure and pain. “Oh gods...” purred Livina, settling back to hang by her wrists but with her head held up high and rolling from side-to-side.
“Goddess, slut.” The wife corrected Livina. “I am your goddess and it is myself, and only myself, who has the power to ease your pain, temporarily.” The wife continued her attention to Livina’s breasts and could see her becoming more and more aroused. The soft caress of the sponge and the now-fully soothing effect of the water, oddly mixed with the pain of her ordeal, took control of Livina and she began moaning “ohhhhh....godssssss....” over and over.
“Does the Dove like the way her goddess makes her feel, crucified with hard nipples and a wet pussy?” The wife was purely guessing as to the level of arousal in Livina’s sex, but she knew there would be time for that soon. “Tell your goddess you like what she is doing. Tell her right now or she may stop.”
Livina was not completely lost in the the sensation of sexual awakening. She was still coherent enough to understand the wife’s motives very clearly now: she was going to be humiliated before a group of onlookers into begging for pleasure from her executioner, to be a toy used by someone for their gratification in public and then discarded like the used-up rind of some misbegotten fruit.
“I guess the Dove has flown her last flight, too bad.... her appetite for pleasure was legendary, or so I was told!” More laughter erupted from the onlookers, including the wife who, very discreetly and purely by accident, let the sponge ‘slip’ a little and land on Livina’s mons. She twisted it once with only feather-soft pressure.
Livina moaned. What she did next deeply disgusted her but she had to do it, simply had to do it....
“Goddess... I..... like... it....” She recoiled hearing herself utter those words but she was helpless now.
“Well listen to that! The Dancing Dove does more than scream and cry like a simpering slut; she speaks too! Tell us again, dearest Dove, what did you say? There was so much laughter it was hard to hear you. Do you like the way your goddess touches you with the sponge?” The wife was grinning broadly.
“Yes...I... I....” nearly out of breath she cut off in mid-sentence to raise herself for a breath. Her entire body trembling as she slowly rose and the pained expression on her face evidence of her struggle. Breasts jutting out, hips squirming making her belt rattle and arms quivering in spasm, she rose up and took two deep breaths before shouting “yes.. I like it... when ... my goddess touches me.... with the sponge!” Her legs gave out on the word ‘sponge’ and she resumed her position of hanging by her wrists, openly sobbing, completely humiliated...
