Hondoboot2
QUAESTOR PULCHRITUDINIS
To start off, I would make sure to know the route to the crucifixion place. I would also find out what time it starts, all this so I would be sure to get a great view. I would not want to miss out seeing a beauty like you, stripped, marched to the crucifixion place, and crucified. Like RacingRodent, I would get something to eat, perhaps, getting aroused burns calories......and I would definitely be aroused......better make that 2 mister vendorI wanted to explore the topic of how the crowd of spectators might interact with someone who is crucified. This is another spin-off of Hasturan's Decadence thread. He has been so wonderful in creating a series of incredible images depicting my crucifixion fantasy. I didn't want to clutter up his thread with my off-topic meanderings.
So, here I am, all nicely crucified:
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To set this up:
Early in the morning you heard the news that there was to be a crucifixion. Or perhaps you caught sight of the procession as I'm marched through the streets to the execution grounds. You follow, as do many others interested in seeing a young woman crucified. This isn't an everyday event. The fact that I'm quite attractive increases the public's interest in my awful plight.
Arriving at the execution site, you watch as I'm stripped of my few tattered remnants of clothing. I am displayed to you now, naked and trembling. There's blood between my thighs. You all know I've been raped. There are other sign that I've been tortured.
I'm not at all stoic. I am begging and sobbing for mercy. "I'm innocent." I cry out. "Oh, please don't do this to me!" You hear my cries for mercy, then my screams of agony as I'm nailed to my cross.
The crowd gathers even more spectators. I am elevated, screaming and writhing, swearing in a most unlady-like manner. More people arrive, anxious to see a young woman on her cross.
For me, all he terrible drama and impending horror of being crucified is over. I'm hanging naked on my cross and enduring the unimaginable agonies and humiliation that attend to that.
I scream, I writhe, I moan. All parts of my body are exposed. I am sure I lose control of my bodily functions at some point, especially if I'm hanging for hours, or even days!!
I am in my own little world of agony. This is my life now.
Hasturan shows me being given water as my executioners attend to me. I'm not being allowed to die too quickly. Oh no. Who would want that to happen?!
In my fantasies about enduring crucifixion I imagine myself looking down at all of you near my cross.
Now, how do you, the spectator, or if you are someone minding me as I die, interact with me as I hang? I mean, I'm not going anywhere, am I? What would you do as I'm marched through the streets. What would you do if you had the time to watch a poor young woman die on her cross? Especially one as pretty and desirable as I? Go ahead, think about. How would you, as a man, or you, as a woman interact with me.
What would you do? I wonder???? (And I hope you are wondering about it too!)
After you are nailed to the cross, and your cross is raised, I would make sure to payoff the executioners, so I could really get a good view. I would be standing right under you looking up. From this spot, I could offer you some water, or maybe tease you.......maybe, I might use the stick that the drinking sponge is on, to insert into certain places.....oh the fun we are going to have, well maybe not you, but I sure as hell will