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Red Feline on the Cross
- Chapter 1 - The Old House - Page 7
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Red Feline
pressed herself against the column, her eyes closed,
the images coming to her as if she was witnessing
the events unfolding in the conquered land where the
few surviving women and girls were forced to watch
the execution of the rebellious woman. The second
woman who had also attempted to fight back was dying
already, a lance traversing her body.
The wife of the council's head and mother of the
redheaded girl everyone knew as Piroska, was dragged
to a tree in the middle of the open field.
It was a tall, imposing tree with a thick trunk.
For the people in the area it was an almost sacred
tree. The soldier placed the woman facing the
tree and tied her hands around the trunk, as if she
was embracing it.
Her garments were ripped off her body. Her
sweating back was shining under the sun. A soldier
proceeded to cut off her hair with a dagger, cutting
as close to the skin as possible, while her legs were
spread apart.
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was reaching a climatic stage. She felt the
lashes the woman received when the soldier took a
long branch from the tree and hit the woman's back
ferociously.
She screamed as the stick cut her skin and the blood
poured out from the deep gashes.
After a few dozen lashes she was untied and her
body slumped to the ground. The woman was unconscious.
Piroska was screaming in terror as her mother
was made to suffer her martyrdom.
Without pause the soldiers raised the woman to her
feet, attached ropes to her wrists and threw the ropes
over the branches above.
Her arms were spread to the sides, cross like and
the ropes were pulled until she was hanging off the
ground. In that position the woman was beaten
again with the stick until the soldier beating her
was tired. Again the woman fainted.
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Red Feline was reaching
the highest point, her legs were wet, her sweaty body
began to shake without control, she held a scream
inside her, giving her even more pleasure. The
cold sweat running down her neck felt like a delicious
kiss, or maybe a tongue licking her. She felt like
her insides were going to burst out as the images
of the woman hanging from the tree became stronger.
Four soldiers took their bows and arrows, lighted
the tips of the arrows and pointed their burning weapons
to the hanging woman who was slowly returning to reality.
The soldiers shot their arrows, sending them flying.
One went directly to the bottom of the tree,
the other three reached the woman's body. One
went though her waist, emerging from her back, it's
tip still burning.
Another one reached her chest, just below her breast,
inches below her heart. and the third one when through
her leg.
The flames were licking the tree and her back.
Another soldier splashed a bit of combustible oil
over the woman's body, the oil run down her bleeding
back and chest and reached the flames. |
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fire and started to burn slowly, the soldiers started
their march away from the site, taking their small
group of prisoners who would be sent to the nearest
fort where a governor was already setting his life.
Red Feline was in the throes of orgasm, unaware
of the approaching man, her mind set on the image
of the woman shaking in pain as the fire began to
devour her flesh, the soldiers marching away
slowly, the women trying to keep the girls from watching
the terrifying sight of the burning woman, but unable
to prevent her horrifying cries from reaching their
tender ears.
Piroska could not avert her eyes from her burning
mother. The naked body of the woman that gave
her life shaking as the flames rode up the trail of
oil to her shoulders and quickly engulfed her hair
and face.
She was still moving when the caravan of soldiers
and captives were far off in the distance.
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rushing to her head, her breathing was heavier,
the noises outside became faint in the intensity
of the moment. Her own breathing prevented her
from listening to the steps of the man approaching.
She was about to reach her slow and excitingly built
orgasm when she felt a numbing and quick pain on her
neck.
Everything went black, the images of the burning
woman faded away, the feeling of the cold walls against
her body ceased to make an impression, the sounds
of the city outside disappeared.
The last thing she felt was her knee hitting the
dirty floor. |
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Camille
was enjoying herself, she was really touching
in front of us. We were very impressed,
silent. We could only hear her breathing
and the outside ambiance, which was not
distracting at all, in fact we were so
much into Camille's playing that we just
didn't hear anything, only her breathing.
Margot |
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When
I took my top off and began to touch
my breasts I immediately got hot.
I decided that I would carry
the scene completely to its conclusion.
Since we had to shoot the same scene from
different angles I had to make it last.
I had a couple of small orgasms before
we completed the scene.
Camille |
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