“Tell me about this vision” Katya prompted, sitting back in her chair and eyeing Kristina thoughtfully. She was a striking young woman – if she were only a few years younger she would be taken for an art student – and her spiked hair was dyed as white as her fishnet stockings. She wore midnight-dark lipstick and eyeliner and a leather bustier and mini-skirt. A tattoo of black roses spread from where the word “catharsis” was inscribed on her breastbone in an antique script. “It seems so long ago” began Kristina in a voice that was incongruously aristocratic “but it came to me just before Easter, when I was still Sister Kristina at the convent of St Theodota. For some weeks I had felt compelled to intensify my mortifications; I felt that I was approaching some sort of vision - the revelation of a mystery”. Alone in her cell Sister Kristina lit candles at either end of the narrow shelf over her cot. She blowjob shook out the match and disposed of it. Bathed in their yellow glow she unfastened her black habit, stripped it off and laid it neatly on the cot. Naked save for her veil and a cruel, barbed cilice wrapped tightly around her waist and under her crotch, she knelt at the worn prayer stool and closed her eyes. After a long period of silent meditation, she took a knotted scourge from under the stool and kissed it. Then, bracing herself with her left hand she arched her back, set her knees wide apart, and swung the scourge with all her force over her shoulder into her back and buttocks. She repeated this five times at long intervals, gasping for breath at each stroke, and then switched the scourge to her left hand. Now, the knotted thongs cut across the crimson welts already standing out on Kristina’s freckled skin and her breathing became ragged and interspersed with low groans of agony. Her naked body twisted and writhed, making the wicked barbs of the cilice cut into soft flesh - vividly red drops of blood fell from her groin onto the stone flags - until she fell forward, the veil covering her eyes, and lashed herself with what strength remained to her. Her back and arse glistened slick with blood when the pain finally overwhelmed her and she sprawled on the floor in a dead faint. “That was when the vision came to me” she told Katya, her eyes fixed on her ebony fingernails and heavy, silver rings. “I had often meditated on the martyrdom of our own St Theodota, and as I passed out my thoughts had been of her courage under the whip, on the rack and at the bite of the iron combs. But it was revealed to me that her death had been very different to the story in the manuscript”. She looked up with a smile as wicked as it was startling, “It was not the religious ecstasy I had been expecting”. The procurator was waiting on the marble steps outside the Temple of the Emperors with his Svitavian guardsmen when Kristina was led in chains to face him, a small crowd oral of curious citizens following her from the barracks to the forum. They halted before him. “So, this is the Nazarene, Theodota” he proclaimed. “This is the woman who will die sooner than sacrifice to the Divine Caesars”. Kristina stood defiantly before him, dirty and bedraggled in a torn and crumpled tunic. The procurator took a broadsword from one of his guards and held the point to her white throat. He moved close and loomed over her. “It will not be a soldier’s death at sword-point for you if you refuse this final chance” he told her “but something much more painful and prolonged”. “I know it” said Kristina, loudly for all to hear. “And I must refuse to offer the sacrifice”. She lifted her manacled hands to the neck of her tunic and tore at japan it, ripping the unbleached linen apart so that it fell away from her, leaving her standing as a naked offering on the temple steps. “I am to be the victim of Vid, and Vid is jealous” she announced. At this, the crowd gathered excitedly around her, all speaking at once. The guards looked from man to man, disturbed, and a white-bearded warrior in splendid helm and armour took the procurator by the elbow to mutter urgently into his ear. He asian listened carefully to the veteran guardsman’s words, and then held his hands up to command silence. “So be it” he cried. “The law is satisfied that Theodota dies. And the law has no quarrel with Divine Vid”. He gave a sign to his bodyguards, and two of them stepped forward, took Kristina by the arms and led her away. A ring of braziers spread their warm light around a amateur forest clearing a short distance outside of the city walls. Garlanded worshippers in white woollen tunics stood all around, the procurator’s guards amongst them. “Then let me make it right!” Song pleaded. She felt extremely relaxed. I still had my eyes closed so I guess I must have stopped snoring or something to tip him off. There has to be some way to get them all in.” Not real hard, but she enjoyed it. My cheek was burning, and I knew that it must have been red. “Well, just about everyone here has seen me without my clothes on during some of the video calls whilst I was over in China; by the way, thanks for that Tim, I’m sure that some of the guys will have really asian appreciated that.” "Yes, sir. “I mean manly girls or tomboys act like boys, so it's kind of hard to say if she likes you. Cindy gets us back on track. Jill, my darling, I love you and according to your statements to me last night when they gave you the pain medication, I believe you love me too. The mirror against the wall verified my suspicions that it was very visible, and she had definitely noticed. “Oh, I just followed the directions.” She said while pulling pots and pans out to cook on. Her hand found my dick, tugging it gently. She had me text Cindy while she went upstairs to unpack. I couldn't believe how the night had gone and the morning too. As I pulled out, so did Steve. Her eyes popped open and pleaded with him not to stop. “Oh Alicia,” Patricia said. “Hey what are you doing here little Elf?” he turns around about to walk when he accidentally bumped into her causing him to japan fall back. On your back. My pussy ached a oral bit next morning but Tony still told me to keep them in blowjob while I was at work. Sam sneaked over to the point of penetration, and watched Brian’s thick snake disappear into a pink, hairy slit between two firm ass cheeks, then dart back out. “I just knew you two were going to head there. “She is ready for you, Kiera.” Mother said from behind me. She extended me from her body by her tail, wrapping me in the tendrils of the appendage, and presenting me to Kiera. She usually does open-door hours at some point during the day, just not today, apparently." My mother was in front of me humping her fingers amateur fervently and crying pathetically like a slave being tortured by her own impending orgasm. I could feel my orgasm getting closer and closer now. Fingers tickling just under his cock head. Alyssa looked satisfied by Madison’s answer.