">Crucifixion of Eleanor" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/SBkvjngA Created on: Sunday 1st of March 2020 06:03:59 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:03:42 AM UTC Sweet young Helena stood twirling her small tunic beside the edge of the road, peering up against the sun and gazing with rapt attention. Looming over her- a forest of crosses, each supporting its helpless naked victim, heaving and gasping in the heat. Crucifixion looked like so much work, an endless and futile struggle to remain alive while slowly suffocating above the pedestrians. Sweat poured off the little boy nearest to Helena. His ribs pumped over his thin belly and he wiggled his way up the cross, gasping and struggling before gravity pulled his slender, feminine body back down. His small erection bounced with his movements, the cross demanded so much effort from him and he kept working, squirming his graceful form up and down, up and down. Later Helena wandered among the crosses, gazing upon the helpless and struggling victims, all naked and all unable to rest until the cross inevitably finished its slow, suffocating work. Pretty girls her age wiggled and flexed their thin, pubescent bodies, nailed firmly to the wood and helpless to free themselves from the excruciating effort of breathing. Helena's stiff, dark nipples tented her small garment and she shuddered with a strange and guilty thrill at their helplessness, and their slowly deepening misery. Knots throbbed in her nervous belly and wetness gathered between her soft young thighs, smooth and slender in her blooming youth. She moaned quietly and masturbated beneath the shade of a teenage girl's cross nearby. Reaching the end, she knocked upon the executioner's heavy, towering door and stood patiently in the meager shade of the roof. Heat rippled along the horizon and she gulped with dread. Moaning boys and girls surrounded her, the door opened and a single guard ushered her inside. "Hello?" she squeaked submissively, twirling her butt-length tunic again. "Come in child," a voice called from the end of the columned hall. "Sir? I'd like to be added to the forest." "I am confused, who sent you here?" "Myself sir, I want to go up there." Eventually they met an understanding and the head of executions led her along the path. Helpless, exhausted victims moaned and heaved and their naked bodies thrilled Helena to the core of her slender body. They found an empty spot with a hole for the base of her cross, and the head of executions stopped his young guest with a hand to her thin, fluttering belly. "I'm going to take your clothes off, so you can die naked and dishonored," he said. She gulped and said "Yes sir," blushing a deep crimson. Soon the director would see her throbbing clitoris, and so would the rest of the town, including any friends and family passing along the road. She would now give up her freedom to join the doomed ranks of the naked condemned. No more dignity for poor Helena! The executioner placed his hands on her slight shoulders and slid the straps of her tunic aside. The tiny garment fell off her thin body and her graceful, pubescent shape revealed itself. Her budding breasts pricked with perky excitement and she began to breathe heavily while the Executioner held her waist. "Pretty one, aren't you?" "I suppose sir," she said softly. "Let's get you up there with the rest ok?" He held her elf-like face in his hand and tilted her chin up to meet his gaze. She looked away but he said "Look at me" and she obeyed dutifully, lifting her chocolate eyes to meet his. He kissed her small mouth and she moaned with childish lust blooming on her face. "Good girl" he said, ruffling her hair and smiling. She grinned bashfully while two guards held her nude body and spread her out on the horizontal cross, aligning her wrists and ankles where they'd soon be nailed into place. Helena looked at the hole where her cross would stand, and shuddered with dreadful excitement. The aroused little tween rubbed her smooth thighs together and whimpered quietly. "You'll spend the rest of your short life nailed to this cross," the executioner said. Helena moaned "Thank you," tensing for the agony of her nails. They hammered her in and she screamed, the finality of her decision settled upon her while waves of pain rippled through her attractive young body. Her fingers curled into claws, tensed by the nails through her tendons and nerves. "Oww!" she whimpered, panting in agony. "Shh," the doctor whispered. "That's a good girl, we'll get you up there soon, be patient baby girl." "It hurts!" she said. "Those will hurt for the rest of your life, then you'll gently die. Our laws sentence all who would rescue you to death, do not hope for salvation but rather try to accept your slow, painful destruction. Your lungs will give out after two or three days struggling." "I'm afraid," she moaned. "As you should be, strange girl. This will be horrible." He gave her plump young pussy an affectionate slap, the pinned girl jumped slightly and wiggled on her cross, clenching her thighs together. The tender meat of her budding womanhood blushed a bright pink. She moaned in despair as they began to lift her cross, raising her into the hot sun. Three days of tireless struggle lay ahead, then she would suffocate naked for all to see. Her cute little body slid down the wood, then with a shudder her cross slid into place and stood erect while she sagged from her pinned wrists, unable to exhale. "Enjoy your stay, baby girl." The executioner kissed her pussy and with a cunning lick teased her throbbing clitoris. The naked child wiggled and tried to close her thighs, but the nails angled her feet so she could not force her knees to meet. All would see her virgin pussy while she slowly died. Helena looked around at all the naked victims sagging around her, fighting for breath, sliding up and down their crosses and contorting their pinned bodies desperately. She'd just joined their ranks and would now die here like the rest, jeered at from the road and lusted after by shameless adults. The horny young child moaned and began to wriggle her way up the cross for the first of many tortured breaths.