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Woman crucified by women
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and in a pose you like most
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Julia
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Yes, obviously ...
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indeed......................that was it I missed the cigarette
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The Fallen Angel
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And a fine story it is too Kvk
KvK
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Thank you!
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Julia
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messaline
Crucified Amazon
It would be really unfortunate if the oscillating blade cuts the beautiful breasts.
Let the time doing its oeuvre ...
Ding ... Dong! Ding ... Dong! Ding ... Dong! ..........
Primus pilus
Magister Australis
Yes, Pp would rather the threat of the blade rather than it cutting permanently.It would be really unfortunate if the oscillating blade cuts the beautiful breasts.
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Julia
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Maybe a few people still remember a certain executioner (picture 0) ?
Due to his bad behaviour he was fired
and replaced ... by his sister (picture 2).
So here some recent impressions showing the new executioness at work ( pictures 3 ff.)
Due to his bad behaviour he was fired
and replaced ... by his sister (picture 2).
So here some recent impressions showing the new executioness at work ( pictures 3 ff.)
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Now to another case, a much nicer execution,
showing
psychological care after the announcement of the sentence (1),
an opportunity for the victim to muse a little bit (2)
and to prepare mentally (3),
followed by a friendly atmosphere at the execution site (4)
and finally a comparatively comfortable crucifixion (5).
showing
psychological care after the announcement of the sentence (1),
an opportunity for the victim to muse a little bit (2)
and to prepare mentally (3),
followed by a friendly atmosphere at the execution site (4)
and finally a comparatively comfortable crucifixion (5).
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Niiiiiice pics! They inspire a story.
A college girl was crying her heart out. Her BFF had caught her fucking her (the BFF's) boyfriend. The two girls had been BFFs forever, and, now, the other girl wanted nothing to do with her. A huge and painful whole in her heart appeared, all because of a few moments of indiscretion.
Her BFF having blocked her calls, texts and e-mails, the girl walked over to her BFF's sorority house. She successfully gained entry, just as her BFF was coming down the stairs. Her BFF saw her and made to do a 180 and walk back up when the girl started pleading at the top of her lungs. Not wanting to earn the ire of her Sisters who were studying, the BFF grabbed the girl by the arm and strong-armed her outside.
"Okay...what?"
"Please! Please! Please! We've known each other since forever! I'll do anything to make it up to you!"
"Too late!"
"PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE! I'll do ANYYYYYYYYYYYYYTHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!"
"Anything?"
"Yes, anything! I'll even let you fuck me hard up the ass with a giant dildo like one of those porn websites shows."
This causes the BFF to stop and be pensive. Then, an evil smirk crosses the BFF's face.
"Very well. I am going to unblock you from my phone and text you an address and a time. If you want us to be friends again, be there!"
"oh, thank you, thank--"
"Don't thank me! Just be there when I tell you to be there. Be one second late and the deal is off!"
Many weeks later on the Friday night before a long weekend, the girl got a text from her BFF. It read.
"The basement of the archives. Saturday 4.30AM. Come in the side entrance. Do not overdress."
The girl shows up and the appointed place and the appointed hour. The door is unlocked, bearing a piece of paper reading "Room B-26.). The girl goes in and descends to the basement and opens the door to B-26.
B-26 is dark. "Close the door and come in." The girl recognizes her BFF's voice. She complies. A light comes on. Her BFF is standing in the middle of the room, clad only in a latex corset separating her enormous tits from her unshaven mons pubis and knee-high latex boots. Next to her BFF is a paper shopping bag and a roll of tape.
"Come over here!" commands the BFF. "Strip...now turn around...now put your hands behind your back."
The girl is not surprised to feel handcuffs clink shut around her wrists. She is, however, bewildered at the hood placed over her head, depriving her of her sight. But she does not have time to wallow in her bewilderment, as her BFF's tight hand on her arm propels her forward several steps. They stop. The girl hears the Clack-CLACK of a door being unlocked. They move again several steps. They stop.
The girl is turned around and the handcuffs undone. The hood is left in place. The BFF takes the girl by the wrists.
"Lean back! All the way!" commands the BFF. The girl complies. Suddenly, she feels something padded at the small of her back. Her BFF pulls her left arm away and fastens something around her left wrist, then does the same thing to her right wrist. Then, her BFF does the same thing to the girl's ankles and legs. Finally the hood comes off. The girl's vision is limited in the bright light, but she eventually sees enough to recognize that she is fastened to a Saint Andrew's Cross.
Before she can react, she can hear the whine of a pulley hauling up some cables. To her terror, she feels the cross rise, until it is fully upright. The pain in her crotch is unbearable. She half-screams, half-gasps in pain.
The BFF walks over to her and grabs her by the hair, lifting up her head.
"Hurts, huh? That's how I felt like when I caught you two!"
The BFF slaps the girl hard across her face, then goes to and sits at a chair placed five feet in front of the Saint Andrew's Cross...and begins to finger herself as the girl goes up to relieve the agony in her crotch, and then sinks inexorably downwards as the lactic acid in her muscles causes them to give, bringing her back to the terrible agony in her crotch, an agony which amplifies the sting of her BFF's palm across her face.
"H-how...long...are...you...going to leave...me...here?"
"How long were you two fucking? That's how long!"
Dispirited, the girl runs out of words. Her entire world now revolves around the agony in her crotch. She pulls up when she regains her strength, only to have the lactic acid in her muscles let her down again to the indescrible agony...only, it is not just agony anymore, but also, first the inklings, and then the clearer and clearer presence of something else, something familiar, something very pleasant...
The girl supernovas into an orgasm that leaves her limp and unconscious on the Saint Andrew's Cross. The BFF has cum like a geyser all over her chair and the floor.
The girl wakes up in a bed, naked, wrists and ankles restrained, but loosely, allowing her to move. He shoulder and hip joints ache. The BFF, also naked, kisses the girl on the forehead.
"Here, here is some aspirin. It will help with the pain."
The girl swallows the proffered aspirin and water. Then, an epiphany occurs.
"Wait...how did you know how long we fucked for???"
"Oh, darling, I set you two up!"
The girl is enraged. Her head darts forward to bite a chunk out of her BFF, who nimbly and swiftly skips away out of the girl's reach.
"Now, now! You have gained something from this! You have shown yourself that you can cum without a man."
"BITCH!"
"I am going to leave you here all tied up until you calm down. Your rage will bring you back to what you felt on the cross, and you will know I am right."
The girl thrashes impotently for what seems hours. Then her arousal is sparked and builds up. Her thrashing triggers another supernova of an orgasm, causing the girl to pass out once more. From that moment on, all the girl has to do is think of her time on the cross and her thrashing impotently while all trussed up and she has an instantaneously volcanic orgasm.
A college girl was crying her heart out. Her BFF had caught her fucking her (the BFF's) boyfriend. The two girls had been BFFs forever, and, now, the other girl wanted nothing to do with her. A huge and painful whole in her heart appeared, all because of a few moments of indiscretion.
Her BFF having blocked her calls, texts and e-mails, the girl walked over to her BFF's sorority house. She successfully gained entry, just as her BFF was coming down the stairs. Her BFF saw her and made to do a 180 and walk back up when the girl started pleading at the top of her lungs. Not wanting to earn the ire of her Sisters who were studying, the BFF grabbed the girl by the arm and strong-armed her outside.
"Okay...what?"
"Please! Please! Please! We've known each other since forever! I'll do anything to make it up to you!"
"Too late!"
"PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE! I'll do ANYYYYYYYYYYYYYTHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!"
"Anything?"
"Yes, anything! I'll even let you fuck me hard up the ass with a giant dildo like one of those porn websites shows."
This causes the BFF to stop and be pensive. Then, an evil smirk crosses the BFF's face.
"Very well. I am going to unblock you from my phone and text you an address and a time. If you want us to be friends again, be there!"
"oh, thank you, thank--"
"Don't thank me! Just be there when I tell you to be there. Be one second late and the deal is off!"
Many weeks later on the Friday night before a long weekend, the girl got a text from her BFF. It read.
"The basement of the archives. Saturday 4.30AM. Come in the side entrance. Do not overdress."
The girl shows up and the appointed place and the appointed hour. The door is unlocked, bearing a piece of paper reading "Room B-26.). The girl goes in and descends to the basement and opens the door to B-26.
B-26 is dark. "Close the door and come in." The girl recognizes her BFF's voice. She complies. A light comes on. Her BFF is standing in the middle of the room, clad only in a latex corset separating her enormous tits from her unshaven mons pubis and knee-high latex boots. Next to her BFF is a paper shopping bag and a roll of tape.
"Come over here!" commands the BFF. "Strip...now turn around...now put your hands behind your back."
The girl is not surprised to feel handcuffs clink shut around her wrists. She is, however, bewildered at the hood placed over her head, depriving her of her sight. But she does not have time to wallow in her bewilderment, as her BFF's tight hand on her arm propels her forward several steps. They stop. The girl hears the Clack-CLACK of a door being unlocked. They move again several steps. They stop.
The girl is turned around and the handcuffs undone. The hood is left in place. The BFF takes the girl by the wrists.
"Lean back! All the way!" commands the BFF. The girl complies. Suddenly, she feels something padded at the small of her back. Her BFF pulls her left arm away and fastens something around her left wrist, then does the same thing to her right wrist. Then, her BFF does the same thing to the girl's ankles and legs. Finally the hood comes off. The girl's vision is limited in the bright light, but she eventually sees enough to recognize that she is fastened to a Saint Andrew's Cross.
Before she can react, she can hear the whine of a pulley hauling up some cables. To her terror, she feels the cross rise, until it is fully upright. The pain in her crotch is unbearable. She half-screams, half-gasps in pain.
The BFF walks over to her and grabs her by the hair, lifting up her head.
"Hurts, huh? That's how I felt like when I caught you two!"
The BFF slaps the girl hard across her face, then goes to and sits at a chair placed five feet in front of the Saint Andrew's Cross...and begins to finger herself as the girl goes up to relieve the agony in her crotch, and then sinks inexorably downwards as the lactic acid in her muscles causes them to give, bringing her back to the terrible agony in her crotch, an agony which amplifies the sting of her BFF's palm across her face.
"H-how...long...are...you...going to leave...me...here?"
"How long were you two fucking? That's how long!"
Dispirited, the girl runs out of words. Her entire world now revolves around the agony in her crotch. She pulls up when she regains her strength, only to have the lactic acid in her muscles let her down again to the indescrible agony...only, it is not just agony anymore, but also, first the inklings, and then the clearer and clearer presence of something else, something familiar, something very pleasant...
The girl supernovas into an orgasm that leaves her limp and unconscious on the Saint Andrew's Cross. The BFF has cum like a geyser all over her chair and the floor.
The girl wakes up in a bed, naked, wrists and ankles restrained, but loosely, allowing her to move. He shoulder and hip joints ache. The BFF, also naked, kisses the girl on the forehead.
"Here, here is some aspirin. It will help with the pain."
The girl swallows the proffered aspirin and water. Then, an epiphany occurs.
"Wait...how did you know how long we fucked for???"
"Oh, darling, I set you two up!"
The girl is enraged. Her head darts forward to bite a chunk out of her BFF, who nimbly and swiftly skips away out of the girl's reach.
"Now, now! You have gained something from this! You have shown yourself that you can cum without a man."
"BITCH!"
"I am going to leave you here all tied up until you calm down. Your rage will bring you back to what you felt on the cross, and you will know I am right."
The girl thrashes impotently for what seems hours. Then her arousal is sparked and builds up. Her thrashing triggers another supernova of an orgasm, causing the girl to pass out once more. From that moment on, all the girl has to do is think of her time on the cross and her thrashing impotently while all trussed up and she has an instantaneously volcanic orgasm.
The last one is best; perfect spread legs and inward nails in the ankles!