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Very soon now a crucifixion procesion will be formed.
Five men and seven women carrying their patibuli.
They are going to take us to the knoll where we will be crucified.
I am so excited!
They are going to crucify me. As I deserve,
At last!
We are going to suffer a terrible torture, naked in front of a bunch of strangers.
Why I am so excited?
Am I the only one?
LOL...been there!
 
Part VI

-Come! Let’s put you in the yoke. - She says while releasing the chain that bounded Carlo’s wrists and putting his neck in the pillory in front of his stake. She them clips his hands to the vertical post and stands in front of him.

To his greater surprise he realizes that she is naked from her waist down with the exception of black high heel shoes.
He doesn’t know where to look, if to her face or to her well trimmed pussy. He finds her totally gorgeous while she laughs seeing his surprise.
-I hope you like what you see Carlos- the Headmistress says smiling broadly and swinging her hips forward emphasizing her sex. - Let me explain what is next. Now is when the executioners introduce themselves to the particular condemned they are going to nail and they express their gratitude, typically offering oral sex to their executioners. – She finishes looking intently into his eyes.
-So you will be the one…
-Yes Carlos. I will be the one nailing you to your cross. I will be the one who will execute you. What do you feel?
-I am very glad it’s going to be you. I don’t know why…But if asked, I would have requested you!
-Oh...Carlos! You can’t imagine how much your words excite me!
It is obvious that we felt a real connection from the moment we met. I was intrigued and excited by your stories, but I wasn’t expecting it was going to be so powerful! Your attitude is making this experience much more intense.
-I told you.-The man in the pillory declared –I don’t know why, but I am yours.
-Again, you make me very happy Carlos…and now show me what you can do.

She approached the pillory and adjusted the vertical post to the exact height. She put her cunt in front of Carlos mouth and grabbed the wood yoke around his head.
Without wasting time Carlos starts licking, kissing and tenderly biting her lips. Her sex is fragrant and warm.
-Not bad at all! – And I want you to know that I have been practicing a lot. I will do a good job tomorrow …Mmmmm!!!!Yes! There! - She starts to move her hips while moaning her delight.
Soon her body is shaking from pleasure and Carlos feels pride for having been able to please her.

While the Headmistress is still recovering a young woman in loincloth and with her wrist also tied at her back enters Carlos’s field of view.
He is surprised. Definitely she didn’t arrive with them in the plane.
She looks less than twenty. Has long jet black hair down to the start of her ass and pale white skin.
Carlos notices that she has one eye piercing light blue and her right is a light green. She is about 5'3 and slender, nice breasts.
Her soft, round facial features express arousal and pure joy.
-Ah! She arrived on time in the end! - The Headmistress now recovered exclaims after following Carlo’s gaze.
-Her name is Fayre Archeron. She contacted us on the last moment. She received her message very late. Some kind of server problem, and being so young on top, my intentions were to leave her out of this. But she insisted so much! She really craved for her cross, and a very original one. You will see Carlos!
The girl is being led by a woman towards a vacant pillory.
-So we prepared an alternative route and obviously, it worked.-the Headmistress finishes while inserting the proper side of a strapless dildo into her sex. The other side is quite big and Carlos looks worried at the artificial prick the woman is now displaying.
-Yes my dear. I am afraid I am about to rape you! - She laughs while positioning herself behind Carlos and getting rid of the loincloth.

At that moment almost all the prisoners are already joked into their pillories.

Amosad is receiving the attentions of a big man who has made him to suck his cock before getting behind him, putting aside the loincloth and ramming him deep.
-Do you like being used by the man who is going to crucify you Amosad?
-Yes Sir! – The prisoner answered.
-Good! Call me Master John and now show me now what a dirty pig you are and push back, so you get fully impaled!
Obeying his Executioner the prisoner couldn’t help to get aroused by the rough treatment and the humiliation.

On the next pillory the GabriellaSivilla is also being offered her Carnifex penis to lick and kiss before her rape.
-You are really a beautiful girl Gabriella! – Her Executioner is telling her.
He is a man of about fifty and looks strong and brutal.
-My name is Master George and let me explain what I going to do to you. Once you arrive to that knoll over there – He pointed to the elevation behind the Resort – carrying your patibulum, of course, I think I will rape you one last time, then …Oh, good…keep sucking like that!...As I was saying, I will put you on top of your cross, fix you with the zip ties so you can’t move and I will insert one by one your four nails. They are quite sharp and we have talked about pushing them trough your bodies with our hands before actually using the mallets and hammers. But I think I will rather use the mallet from the start. And make you look at while he nails go into your body.
What do you think? Oh! You can’t talk with my cock in your mouth! - He teases the young Italian- Ooohhh!! Very good!!!
It looks like you are having a good time too. Perhaps I will rape you once I have already nailed your wrist, yes that is an idea.-the executioner continued describing her imminent tortures while Gabriella keeps licking and sucking with great skill and some enthusiasm- And finally we will raise your cross and once secured, I will remove your loincloth so everybody may admire such a beauty nailed high on her cross…Ahaahhhh!!!-the man cried reaching a huge orgasm and spurting his seed inside Gabriella’s mouth. She swallows all without being told.
When he recovers from the orgasm he stars using a riding crop on Gabriella’s exposed bum, but soon the eroticism of the situation gets him another erection and unknotting the girl’s loincloth he rams his cock inside her with a single brutal push while the girl shouted her pain.
-Oh! You are not ready darling?- he whispers leaning forward with his hands on her hips.
Soon I will get you excited. Aren’t you the Queen of Whores?- He continues pushing with rhythm and force- I am going to enjoy this more than I imagined. In exchange I will try to give you some pleasure perhaps…we will see…

In the meantime one of his four torturers has taken Wikk to his pillory and is informing him of her Executioner privileges over him. She is a tall woman, dark skinned, with well-toned muscles and a gorgeous body.
-Adgan, my name is Marlén and tomorrow I will execute you by crucifixion.
-Yes Mistress - he babbles shocked.
-I am going to release you from the post and I want you to put your neck in the yoke.
The young man does as told and the woman closes the pillory and secures his tied hands to the vertical post.
-Let me adjust your mouth’s position my dear. I want you to be able to express your gratitude to me. It took me a lot of practice to master the hammer and nails art. But believe me Adgan, I can now nail anything with a high degree of efficiency!- She declares while adjusting the position. Then, she disrobes from her waist down.
-But before we start Adgan, we have to talk. I am the one who tomorrow will lead you to your cross. I will direct your nailing and the raising of your cross. And, finally, I will remove your loincloth leaving you naked in front of everybody; naked and crucified Adgan.
I could just do it; of course, you can do nothing to stop me. But I want something different from you.
You are a deviant and perverted young man. You know that. - She continued.
-For years you have been excited by the idea of being crucified. You have dreamed of becoming a sexual object, nailed on your cross in front of pretty girls.
You are a pervert and you know you should be punished. You feel dirty and you carry the heavy load of your guilt.
Well, I am going to take that load from you. I will punish you as we know you deserve. I am going to give you what you have been craving for.
Unfortunately I will have to kill you in the process my darling. - She adds letting her words sink.

-But when you find yourself nailed tomorrow in your cross, naked and humiliated, with the others, besides the shame and the terrible pain you will also feel a great relief. – She continued, while Wikk listened in a daze, looking at her beautiful sex.
-You will realize that your destiny was the cross and that you are suffering the punishment you deserve.
You will feel at peace at last.
And you will be grateful to me.
I will also take care of you during your crucifixion. You are going to look so cute crucified!
I will be close and from time to time I will flog you and, if you behave well, I may decide to pleasure you.-She was looking intently at him and slowly approaching him.
-And me Adgan, I have been waiting for this chance all my life also. And for me, the relationship between Executioner and condemned, between you and me, matters a lot.
If we look around you will notice the different pairs behaving in different ways.-She pointed.
-Loxuru for example and her CEO. That one is complicated. They feel a strong attraction, but also reluctance.
Messa and Judith are in their own world of love, lust and sadism. And it’s an old mutual dependence.
I would say that Carlos and the Headmistress have collided. They never anticipated the attraction they feel in this particular situation.
And so on, all different you see? - She continued getting closer to Wikk.

-But what I want from you is your total submission, I want your desire, I want you desperately wishing to join your nails and your cross!
-Yes Mistress Susan- Wikk answered incredibly excited by the woman’s words and the view of her fragrant labia, now a couple of inches from his mouth.
-If so, ask me!-Susan shouted.
-Mistress Susan, take me to my cross, be my Executioner, please crucify me!- Wikk begged.
-I will, and now please me! When you finish I will tell you another small secret! - She said pressing at last her sex against the young man’s face and feeling how he started desperately to lick her.


The couple composed by Fat Slave Girl and Nudeboy is being forced to suck their Executioners cocks simultaneously while leaning in their yokes.
They had introduced themselves as Antony and Giulio respectively and they are giving a quite rough treatment while explaining how they will whip and crucify them the next morning.
The result is that both are quite aroused and sucking and lapping with a high degree of enthusiasm.
From time to time they look at each other and imagine how they are going to do the same tomorrow.
They will look at each other again, but they will be nailed already in the way they are being told by their Executioners.
Once both Masters are satisfied they enter the man and the woman from behind and start ramming them hard, while calling them “fat masochist whore” or “dirty faggot”.
Nevertheless when the condemned are asked if they have any objections to the plan they state their total agreement with the sentences and thank their masters for the hard fucking they are getting.

In the same row of posts and pillories Loxuru is being attended by the CEO of the Californian Company and they seem to be absorbed in their own world, totally indifferent to what is taking place around them.
(see post #232)

(This is by Messa and me)

"...Something similar is going on with Messaline and Judith. Messa was asking her lover to punish and pleasure her in succession. She asked for Judith to whip her hard because she knows how much excites her that kind of request.

And the cruel whip of Judith is lacerating this so tender flesh, this flesh that Judith had so many times caressed, inducing the pleasure like only two women know to reach together …
Thirty lashes are now visible to the Messaline’body , many of them have let a bloody mark but Messaline is always proud !
She is proud to be tortured by her lover, she can show to her how her love is great ; in submitting her body to the Judith’whip, she gives to her a deep evidence of the huge love that she can have for her !

In viewing that, many people who had payed to be present, are looking like in trance, mainly the women who can’t impede to masturbing …
“Mmmmmmm ! “ Are they thinking “If only I could try some light BDSM session , not at this level but to feel these whip’sensations to my body could be so much exciting !"
It is what , precisely, the promoters of this show wanted to avert but , in fact, is it ?
This question stays opened …
But after that Judith reaches the fifty lashes,
Messaline asks to be caressed and Judith also complies talking tenderly to her in a low and soothing voice. During the next hour Judith will offer her lover the delight of her sex and get a lot of pleasure from the willing blonde."

A man of less than thirty introduces himself to Eulalia as Master Diego. He places her in the pillory and takes some time caressing her body before administering her some punishment with his riding crop.
He is possessive but not unkind when he offers Eulalia his cock and explains in a matter of fact way, the steps that he will take to get her properly crucified. During the explanation Eulalia listens while lapping and kissing her Executioner's manhood.
She also receives him inside her cunt showing him the submission owed to a Master and Executioner by a good slave.
And in the end she can’t help but to reach a surprisingly good orgasm.



Barbaria is secured leaning with her head in the pillory and her wrists manacled to the post. Her Executioner is a strong man of close to fifty years old called Paul. He is alternating a stern attitude with some attentions while performing the same protocol.
It looks like it has been discussed among the group of Executioners:
Introduction, fellatio, whipping and rape while providing at some point a description of the crucifixion’s procedures.
Barbaria on her part is alternating her rebellious nature with feelings of sexual arousal and submission she is unable to suppress.
She ends up telling herself that since tomorrow, no matter what, she is going to be crucified by Paul, she should enjoy it as much as possible.
How she may get excited with, or enjoy in any degree her own execution remains a complete mystery for her. And at this point of her life, or death, she is giving up trying to understand it





Roberta is very excited with the woman that has put her in the yoke.

-I am Mistress Sarah and I will be your Executioner. - The woman has said.

She was around forty five years old, black hair and with an elegant and slim figure.

-You are a really fat slut and quite a masochist according with I have read in your posts. - She continued while removing her skirt. She had nothing but her shoes now from her waist down. Roberta observed she has a lovely pussy with the pubic hair perfectly trimmed leaving her labia free.

-So since I am a sadist that always wanted to crucify a dirty whore like you, I believe we may be of service to each other. – Her remaining garment is a very translucent black blouse and Roberta from her position reaches the conclusion that her Mistress and Executioner has also very large and well shaped breast. The woman is gorgeous.

- It is going to be a hard work to take care of somebody like you , so start eating my cunt right now and you better do a good job if you want any release for you tomorrow- Sarah says putting at last her sex against Roberta’s face who doesn’t waist a second and start kissing and licking enthusiastically. – Let me remind you that when I nail your wrists to your cross it will be extremely difficult for you to touch yourself – Sarah states ironically while starting to feel the skilled tongue of the condemned woman.



After some minutes of moaning and lapping Roberta darts her tongue against her Mistress clit and sends her into a shattering orgasm. She has to hold on the stock and on Roberta’s head while recovering. But once she does she takes a leather strap and asks:

-Would you like some attention to your huge bottom?

-Yes Milady! If it pleases you!- The fat condemned ask eagerly-

-Yes. It pleases me- Answers the Mistress while starting to hit Roberta’s bum with force and good cadence.



After a good punishment Sarah dons and strapless dildo and enters Roberta from behind ramming her deep without pity.

Roberta cries in a mixture of acute pain and dark pleasure.

-Yes Roberta, I like how you take your punishment! And once I finish with you perhaps you and Fat Slave Girl could perform for us?

I heard you can present a very entertaining duo!-Mistress Sarah laughs.

(To be continued…)



With so many stories crossing I probably made mistakes. If you see errors in the story, please let me know!


Carlos+
 
A man of less than thirty introduces himself to Eulalia as Master Diego. He places her in the pillory and takes some time caressing her body before administering her some punishment with his riding crop.
He is possessive but not unkind when he offers Eulalia his cock and explains in a matter of fact way, the steps that he will take to get her properly crucified. During the explanation Eulalia listens while lapping and kissing her Executioner's manhood.
She also receives him inside her cunt showing him the submission owed to a Master and Executioner by a good slave.
And in the end she can’t help but to reach a surprisingly good orgasm.
Oh yes, Master Diego's got a way with this woman!
I listen with my heart pounding, panting softly at the sound of his deep, quiet yet commanding voice,
the voice of a man of great depth and power... his eyes, deep and dark brown like my own
seem to pierce through me, reading my inmost thoughts, my secret feelings I dare not admit to myself....
oh the feel of his firm fingers on my quivering flesh!
oh - ow - the mastery of the riding crop, how it whisks around me, bites my breast like a serpent!
I move in submission, keeping my arms well clear so the thong has its freedom to play
all over my shivering skin, cutting sweet scarlet stripes that will still be stinging as I hang on my cross...
i listen, head bowed, submissively taking in all i shall need to endure as He leads me to my fate -
the Parade of Death, when all my nakedness will be exposed, mocked, humiliated,
daubed and coated with filth as i'm flogged along the way...
the approach to the Cross when i'm made to crawl, to grovel, to worship the Instrument of my Death...
the rights of rich old men who've bid just to handle and have their way with me,
even as i'm made to lie on the Cross, arms wide, legs parted, my womanhood stretched out, exposed and ready...
ready, for the ropes, then the nails...
the agony, the exquisite agony, of those endless moments, sweating, panting, praying,
waiting for the first nail to pierce, the first hammer-blow
to thunder-strike my tender muscle, shatter my soul....

yes Master, this girl's all yours!
 
Oh yes, Master Diego's got a way with this woman!
I listen with my heart pounding, panting softly at the sound of his deep, quiet yet commanding voice,
the voice of a man of great depth and power... his eyes, deep and dark brown like my own
seem to pierce through me, reading my inmost thoughts, my secret feelings I dare not admit to myself....
oh the feel of his firm fingers on my quivering flesh!
oh - ow - the mastery of the riding crop, how it whisks around me, bites my breast like a serpent!
I move in submission, keeping my arms well clear so the thong has its freedom to play
all over my shivering skin, cutting sweet scarlet stripes that will still be stinging as I hang on my cross...
i listen, head bowed, submissively taking in all i shall need to endure as He leads me to my fate -
the Parade of Death, when all my nakedness will be exposed, mocked, humiliated,
daubed and coated with filth as i'm flogged along the way...
the approach to the Cross when i'm made to crawl, to grovel, to worship the Instrument of my Death...
the rights of rich old men who've bid just to handle and have their way with me,
even as i'm made to lie on the Cross, arms wide, legs parted, my womanhood stretched out, exposed and ready...
ready, for the ropes, then the nails...
the agony, the exquisite agony, of those endless moments, sweating, panting, praying,
waiting for the first nail to pierce, the first hammer-blow
to thunder-strike my tender muscle, shatter my soul....

yes Master, this girl's all yours!
Wow!!! Eulalia!!!
You made me quiver with your account!
For a moment I wished I were Marter Diego. But no. To my shame, I rather be crucified with all of you!
 
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Oh yes, Master Diego's got a way with this woman!
I listen with my heart pounding, panting softly at the sound of his deep, quiet yet commanding voice,
the voice of a man of great depth and power... his eyes, deep and dark brown like my own
seem to pierce through me, reading my inmost thoughts, my secret feelings I dare not admit to myself....
oh the feel of his firm fingers on my quivering flesh!
oh - ow - the mastery of the riding crop, how it whisks around me, bites my breast like a serpent!
I move in submission, keeping my arms well clear so the thong has its freedom to play
all over my shivering skin, cutting sweet scarlet stripes that will still be stinging as I hang on my cross...
i listen, head bowed, submissively taking in all i shall need to endure as He leads me to my fate -
the Parade of Death, when all my nakedness will be exposed, mocked, humiliated,
daubed and coated with filth as i'm flogged along the way...
the approach to the Cross when i'm made to crawl, to grovel, to worship the Instrument of my Death...
the rights of rich old men who've bid just to handle and have their way with me,
even as i'm made to lie on the Cross, arms wide, legs parted, my womanhood stretched out, exposed and ready...
ready, for the ropes, then the nails...
the agony, the exquisite agony, of those endless moments, sweating, panting, praying,
waiting for the first nail to pierce, the first hammer-blow
to thunder-strike my tender muscle, shatter my soul....

yes Master, this girl's all yours!
Nice writing, Eul!:clapping:
 
Nudeboy mentions to tour executioners that FSG and I have often indulged in flagellation contests and maybe that would be of interest to our sponsors. The thought of two full figure mature women failing at each other with single tails excites them and allow us. The executionerss measure out a length of cotton rope that places us at the right distance for maximum lashing effect then ties the ends to our left wrists, thus keeping us at the proper distance. we are then each given a single tail. We are told that that we are to strike each other alternatively and the receiver is to stand still to receive the cut. (FSG and I having done this many times as part of dealing with our need for pain were very familiar with the the procedure) I being the oldest got the first strike catching FSG accross her sit spot leaving a welt and she screams and cusses. I stand motionless and she strikes me accross the back and the tip catches my right breast making me howl. We strike each other alternately, our breasts swaying and our bottoms jiggling as our backs, bottoms and thighs get welted and bloody. The onlookers can not believe that both our sexes are very wet and dilated, actually excited from our flagellating each other. Finally I am exhausted. I turn and face FSG my legs apart my swollen wet sex fully exposed, signifying my surrender. She delivers a final cut accross my sex that wraps around to my bottom. I wince and scream in pain, she allows me to recover and then FSG drops her whip and allows me the same target on her for my final cut. After she recovers she walks over to me and guides my sobbing and tear streaked face between her victorious thighs. I service her greedily with my mouth and tongue as well as myself with my freehand.
 
Nudeboy mentions to tour executioners that FSG and I have often indulged in flagellation contests and maybe that would be of interest to our sponsors. The thought of two full figure mature women failing at each other with single tails excites them and allow us. The executionerss measure out a length of cotton rope that places us at the right distance for maximum lashing effect then ties the ends to our left wrists, thus keeping us at the proper distance. we are then each given a single tail. We are told that that we are to strike each other alternatively and the receiver is to stand still to receive the cut. (FSG and I having done this many times as part of dealing with our need for pain were very familiar with the the procedure) I being the oldest got the first strike catching FSG accross her sit spot leaving a welt and she screams and cusses. I stand motionless and she strikes me accross the back and the tip catches my right breast making me howl. We strike each other alternately, our breasts swaying and our bottoms jiggling as our backs, bottoms and thighs get welted and bloody. The onlookers can not believe that both our sexes are very wet and dilated, actually excited from our flagellating each other. Finally I am exhausted. I turn and face FSG my legs apart my swollen wet sex fully exposed, signifying my surrender. She delivers a final cut accross my sex that wraps around to my bottom. I wince and scream in pain, she allows me to recover and then FSG drops her whip and allows me the same target on her for my final cut. After she recovers she walks over to me and guides my sobbing and tear streaked face between her victorious thighs. I service her greedily with my mouth and tongue as well as myself with my freehand.
Thanks a lot Roberta!
Incredibly exciting show. And I was also watching from a pillory!
 
I could have sworn that I knew this guy, Paul, from some previous encounter, but I couldn’t be sure on account of the fact that he was usually behind me as I leaned into my pillory, or because, when he was in front of me, I was too busy gagging and swallowing to get a good look at his face. No, I think it was something about the genteel tone of his voice as he explained to me the horrors I had yet to face that made me think I knew him. Or was it the deft way he penetrated me from behind, the firmness of his grip, the power and rapidity of his deeply impaling thrusts? In any case, he certainly got his money worth, and I got the beating and fucking of a lifetime!I was both relieved and sorry when he squeezed my hanging breasts and patted my tight little one last time before saying “enjoy your time on the cross, Barb.” And then he was gone.
 
Or was it the deft way he penetrated me from behind, the firmness of his grip, the power and rapidity of his deeply impaling thrusts?...... before saying “enjoy your time on the cross, Barb.” And then he was gone.

messa pensive 7.jpg Quick and efficient !
Paul............... that made me think I knew him.

Perhaps him ?:p

PAUL_McCARTNEY.JPG
 
I'm rereading the whole topic, but I'm getting confused .... Who are those who reach the crucifixion area by flay?
On the last flight arrived:
The Headmistress, Pete, Aline, Teresa and Jaime.
They are members of the Group. The Headmistress and Pete were the pilots and are married.
The condemned were:
Amosad, Fat Slave Girl, Nudeboy, Messaline, GabriellaSivilla, Barbaria, Eulalia, Loxuru, Roberta, Wikk and me.
There were multiple flights before to take suplies to rebuilt partially the resort and to take the party of people who paid for and will attend our crucifixion.
Also Feyre Archeron and her executioner arrived by an alternate land route.

I hope this clarifies a little.
 
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