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(Bjorn)

I'm glad I've finally found Birgitt!
Finding her being penetrated by two men and then sucking them does not surprise me of her and reassures me .
With her current ideas, her desires for crucifixion, I am always afraid that she will find a way to be crucified with the others.
I am convinced that she will one day succeed but I try to recoil as much as possible the fateful moment of her planned death.
The show given here is great but Birgitt's attitude scares me more and more because it influences her very strongly.

It is true that this cross is very attractive and that at times I must admit that the idea of ending my life in such a way has also tickled my brains.
These volunteer crucified are so magnificent that one can only envy them.

I take Birgitt by the hand and will try to change her mind.
I see only one way to do it here and that is to participate in one of the sexual gatherings that has formed here.

We arrive near a very strong woman who exposes without any gene her greasy bulges and her huge tits that have long ceased to fight against gravity and who is penetrated from behind by a man of certainly twenty years younger than her .
I beckon Birgitt to give her pussy to lick the woman while I insert my cock into the anus of the man who directly makes movements in order to facilitate this penetration that he seems to enjoy .
I hear Birgitt begin to coo under the tongue blows of the woman who also enjoys feeling the sperm gushing into her.
I withdraw from the man and take position in the sex of Birgitt that overflows with cum .
Her excitement is unimaginable and although I try to delay as much as possible the influx of my sperm into her,
I can't hold back for long.
Immediately, the fat woman takes my sex in the mouth and begins to inflict a very strong oral sex on it.
The man took my place in Birgitt's vagina which lets out shrill cries of enjoyment.

This interlude makes me feel good and I hope that Birgitt also appreciated and that her ideas of crucifixion have moved away a little .

The night will soon arrive and the show offered will certainly take on a different look!
I think it is in my interest not to leave Birgitt's eyes because I am afraid that she will still draw from this nocturnal picture additional reasons in order to seek to accompany the seventeen crucified still alive in their torment, their slow and painful path to death.

How much longer am I going to be able to thwart her macabre impulses?

I hope to convince her to live because, if one day she manages to be crucified, I know for a fact that, despite everything, I will feel obliged to accompany her, to share with her this damned crucifixion, i'll could'nt live without her.
 
Nicole

I really don't think I will be able to spend the next night!

The pains that I feel are now constant but no longer bring me this click that made me reach a state of total enjoyment.

What I have to bear now are the pains of the exaggeration of the blows that I wanted during the last flogging.
I insisted on being massacred and the two Swedes only carried out my wishes.
I now pay dearly for my desires for orgasms in pain.

Torn everywhere, I feel completely exhausted and this weakness makes me think that I have exceeded all my limits and that my end is near.

I even have the impression that I am not even able to enjoy!

After receiving such abuse, if you want to go further, you must be able to benefit from a recovery time that my cross refuses to give me.
Nailed as I am, there is no way to recover!
My cross hold me and takes away all hope of feeling a little better.
The movements that I did not so long ago have now become practically impossible and I can only rely on the didos that penetrate me because my arms refuse to pull me up and my legs and feet hardly react anymore.

I wish I could drink but I have the impression that the fact of depriving us of water is part of our torture, progressive dehydration leads us faster to our death!

This death, I already feel it in me, I feel my cross taking away from me what is left of my life!
I should appreciate the frightful pains that I feel but I think that I now have only one idea in mind, to die as quickly as possible, not to give my cross the pleasure of holding against it a living being but indeed a corpse.

The night will soon fall, the freshness will do me good but probably will not give me enough strength to still resist for a long time, moreover, I no longer want it, I want rest and serenity and alone death can give them to me.
I would ask for my suffering to be shortened but I am certain that it would be refused to me, there is no question that my death was caused by anything other than my crucifixion!

I'm ready to give up and really can't wait for my heart to stop beating!

Sleep forever, that eternal rest that all religions promise us.

If there is a God, I know that I will soon meet him.
 
I do not know how it is done but for a while, it seems to me that the pains which cross my body have greatly increased!

Perhaps the pain-relieving effect of my drugs has finished working and therefore lets my cross take complete possession of me, gain the upper hand by making me feel the real harm that a crucified person must experience.

It looks like someone has just re-pierced my wrists and feet with larger nails, that they have just broken certain bones, crushed certain nerves, that a new, more painful crucifixion has just begin.
The "hooked" that penetrates my ass also seems to be longer, sharper, much more difficult to bear.

Despite these new torments, I must resist, continue to fight and repel as much as possible the death which is inexorably close to me.
I know very well that I will be defeated by my cross but I want to oppose it with fierce resistance, maximum.

But am I still able to really resist?
Shouldn't I rather let myself go, let myself be overcome by this weariness that creeps into me?

I turn my head to the left and I see the body of Monica hanging lamentably and that the birds have started to cut up, then it’s Nicole who after being deliberately destroyed by the whip no longer looks like want to fight and is probably waiting for a quick death that would set her free.
All that is on my left does not incite me to the fight but rather to the redaction.

The show is totally different on my right!

Kathy, despite the suffering she must experience, smiles at me.
Her courage is no longer to be demonstrated and she continues to let nothing of the pains that must pass through her appear.
It was she and her attitude that convinced me to be where I am now and I also have to show her that like her I will fight to the end.

Roberta, next to her looks very calm and it would really surprise me that she resigned herself and capitulated!
She and FSG are fighters that no pain has ever scared and who will remain imperturbable until their last breath.

- How do you feel, my dear Kathy?
Are you still so happy to realize your fantasy?

- I have always been a slut using and abusing sex and the death that will come, I deserve it!
I try to hide from everyone the terrible suffering that I feel and which is only increasing!
These constant pains become very difficult to bear, I really have the impression that lightnings constantly pierce my body and I am so exhausted and all my muscles are so knotted that my reaction is only nervous jolts.

- I am like you and I sincerely aspire that death take me quickly,
I believe that it is the only solution in order to put an end to this suffering which becomes really unbearable.

- I understand you and I also have this desire to let myself go but I persuade myself to continue to face and resist as long as possible my cross!
I see that your cock is still as stiff despite the lashes it has just received!

- Yes, it is a mystery that I cannot understand because the flogging in this place was very severe and really very painful!
It must be the miracle of the cross because, on that side, I feel ready for anything.
Do you no longer have this desire to enjoy, to feel a gentle warmth invade you from your adorable pussy?

- Oh yes !
And that constitutes for me the main motivation of my struggle.
Besides, just talking about it, I feel my vagina flow and my clitoris demanding caresses.
I'm really a whore but I think I'm proud of it.

- Your beauty and your desires give me terrible desires too and these desires are such that my cock stands up even more to the point of hurting me very much.
It would take almost nothing for my sperm to come out.

Roberta, who has heard our conversation, allows herself to intervene and tells us that she feels the same pains and the same desires as us.

Would we all be the same?
The pleasure in suffering is our current sole reason for living and fighting.
We have nothing more to prove and are ready to face the last stage of our ordeal, obviously in pain but also and above all in extreme enjoyments.
 
Written by Piraland



The more time passes, the more the suffering I experience increases!

I always knew that I was going to suffer incredibly by being crucified but for a while now, my pains became much more intense! There is not a place in my body where the pain is absent.

Seeing the sun go down on the horizon, I tell myself that it must be six to seven hours that I sit on my cross and, despite the moments of intense enjoyment that I experienced, the time seems very long, as if it had stopped and I am aware that each passing minute brings me a little closer to my death.
I fear that the night seems even longer despite the respite that will be given to me by the freshness that will take hold of me.

My agony is slow and long, fortunately, I just had a little conversation with my neighbors Roberta and Pira and I realize that we are all housed in the same boat!

I certainly would not have wanted to be crucified alone in a deserted place where I could only have thought, suffered and impatiently wait to die!
Here, the fact of knowing that you are not alone and that the people around you feel the same torments and enjoyments as you gives you courage and the will to face the horrors of this damned crucifixion that we all have longed for .

Pira suffers as much as I do and has as few opportunities as I do to soften her ordeal.
In addition, also like me, he is waiting for the charitable soul who will come to make me reach another orgasm and make him ejaculate !
His cock is very tempting and, if I could, I have the impression that I would not hesitate to come and suck it, make it come.

Roberta would also love to be able to enjoy many more times before the end of our story, she feels ready to welcome tons of caresses in order to have fun, to let her libido take over the suffering she experiences and that she finds it increasingly difficult to conceal.

Once I'll be dead, I know that I will be buried with all my companions but I still hope to be able to remain a long moment exposed and, I don't know why, to be partly devoured by these birds which are feasting on the flesh from Monica.
She has finished suffering and soon I will come to join her, to rest permanently.

Before, let me still have the opportunity to go through terrible orgasms!
 
Written by Piraland for Roberta. Thank you so much!

It is really terrible to have had such a fantasy, to die crucified naked in front of a crowd which does not take your eyes off and hopes to see you suffer a maximum!
And the strongest is to be able to achieve it, overcome all of your fears and inhibitions and offer yourself as a sacrifice.

In addition to the infinite pains which cross me and which I have always been fond of, I have never been so excited in my life and I have also never experienced so many orgasms following each other others nor felt as much happiness each time.
My breasts are hard as a pebble and my pussy literally runs constantly and I feel terribly happy to die soon in such pleasures.

When we got here and our ordeal started, I asked myself a lot of questions, why, how and some doubts crept into me.
Fortunately, the attitude of many of my "crucifiant" companions convinced me that I really wanted to do it, that, like them, it was my destiny and that I had to take the plunge.

It became a game for me, a dangerous game certainly but a game nonetheless, defying death, defying the cross, suffering martyrdom but realizing this impossible fantasy that has haunted me for years.
In addition, knowing that my friend FSG and her companion were going to undertake the same fatal journey as me, this journey without return but so much desired gave me the courage and the strength to face everything.

I knew less and not even at all the other crucified futures but I quickly understood that we all had the same ideas.

The whip, the rapes, the vain attempts with me to humiliate us were for me as many moments of happiness because accustomed for a long time to all this and loving that.

This introduction was very good and my real ordeal did not actually start until I was nailed to my cross!
I had the impression of entering another dimension when I felt these enormous nails sink into the flesh of my wrists and my feet and especially when my cross was erected because at that moment, I finally realized, nailed naked and exposed to the crowd, that there would never be any possible reverse and that my destiny was indeed sealed.
I wanted it and I got there.

The fact that I was crucified next to FSG also made me really happy!
Being able to always have a permanent view of such a force of nature is a powerful adjuvant and her strong personality allows me to never lose heart.
On the other side, Kathy, my very pretty compatriot, first made me doubt a little because I was sincerely afraid that such a small woman could endure the abuse that was promised to us but she showed without stop a steel will that really amazed me.

In short, now that night will soon fall, I am still alive but can hardly bear my condition.

How long will this crucifixion last?
I was told that there were eighteen of us and that a woman has already left us.
I suppose that we will all follow each other sooner or later, executed by our cross.
Will I be in the first or the last, the very near future will tell us but, basically, whatever, we will all have been to the end of our fantasy.
 
(Birgitt)


Once again, I managed to escape the surveillance of Bjorn, whom I love but who suffocates me.

In fact, I hide in the crowd and listen carefully to everything these people say!

I believe that there are two kinds of spectators, those who criticize, who mock and insult the crucified ones by treating for example the women of whores, bitches and by wishing them the worst sufferings and a very slow death then there is others who, like me, complain and envy them.
Anyway, everyone appreciates the spectacle given by these people who are offering them their death.

I believe that a crucifixion that would take place without spectators would not seem complete, not perfect.
If I could have been lucky enough to find myself nailed naked on a cross, I would have liked to be tormented, mocked and humiliated by this crowd eager for thrills, suffering and death.
The pleasure I get from showing off my naked body demands the presence of these people.

I like to look at the naked bodies of the crucified, the dicks of the exposed men erected as well as the pussies of women dripping with cum.
In their situation, they can not hide anything from their intimacy and I think besides that they must feel a certain pleasure to be detailed and hope all to be touched, caressed by who wishes it.

I am in front of Christina the "cruxmistress"!
I find her really very beautiful and certainly very proud of her perfect body.
Her face, although beginning to be marked by the pain she feels, seems to always remain impassive and always show that, even if she chose to join her victims on a cross, the patron is always her and that everything that happens here is the result of her will and her desires.
Her breasts, on which we can see the red streaks left by the leather straps of a whip, are perfect, very ripe pears in which we would like to bite and her pink pussy, shaved, open and very wet on which sits an appetizer upright clitoris makes me very envy.

I ask her if she is happy to be on a cross, nailed and waiting for her imminent death.

If I organized such a gathering, she replies, it is because, I must admit, I have always fantasized about crosses and crucifixions!
Not to find myself nailed, but to really see these people living their ordeal from start to finish, to realize what they could feel.
I terribly appreciated their gifts of self and felt obliged to join them to experience the same pleasures and the same pains as them.
I did not think it was so terrible, the suffering is continuous and indescribable and the orgasms that I experience are also unimaginable.
I am responsible for their future death and I do not think I could have survived them with such a thought in mind.

I understand you and envy you terribly, I said to her, I wish I could accompany you.
When I came here, I was very excited about the show I was going to attend but, quickly, I realized that my place was not among the crowd but on a cross, I am convinced that it is my destiny!
Isn't there really a possibility that I too can realize my fantasy and be nailed to a cross?
Monica is dead, couldn't we take her down from her cross so that I can take her place and be able to realize my dream?

I'm sorry but I have to refuse, it is expected that we will all be lowered from our crosses after we are all gone from life to death.
I know Monica was very quick to leave us, but I can't make an exception decently.

I am very sad but I understand you.

I see that our conversation has tired Christina very hard and, although I feel that I should leave her in peace, I cannot resist taking her clitoris between my lips and licking it until I feel that she is can no longer hold back and gets carried away by a terrible orgasm.
She may be the head, she is nonetheless a woman and I am happy to have given her this pleasure.

For me, alas, it will not be today that I will be able to realize my fantasy.
I must therefore be satisfied with looking at the others, appreciating their sacrifice and giving them the maximum of enjoyment.
 
PART XIX

I am hanging nailed in my cross, I look at my left and see Barb, magnificent in her suffering. She looks sexy even while dying!

Next, I admire Eulalia’s beautiful body. My cock throbs when I remember our brief and intense and incomplete intercourse under the steaming shower…this very morning I think…


There are people in front of me watching and enjoying my shame and torture.

I wobble my cock up and down a little for their benefit.

Good! That is what I am here for. I am dying for their pleasure…and mine. I have to face that my sick mind is still excited by the fact that I am crucified naked, in front of a lot of people and with other men and women.

It excites me to look at my naked sisters in the cross. I even enjoy looking at my companion’s cocks!

The sensual body of the Headmistress is also nailed in front of me. I really wanted her to crucify me. And I wasn’t disappointed. And then, she offered herself too, joined us…Amazing…Exciting…

I twist in my cross around my nails. My nails!

The nails that make me one with my cross.


The pain is huge and I my mind wanders. The Sun is low and blinds me when I look towards my left. My mind keeps wandering.


The memory of one my sickest fantasy comes back to me suddenly.

I am obsessed with crucifixion and I find a group eager to do it to me.

When I turn myself in, I am happy to learn that I am not the only one. A couple, husband and wife, another man and two other women are also going to be crucified with me.

We reach the crucifixion site carrying our crossbeams. We are naked but for a loincloth.

They tie our hands at our backs while they finish the preparations.

The couple request to be crucified first. The woman is untied. She removes her loincloth and lies on her cross without having to be told.

She is quickly and efficiently nailed while she grunts her pain. Her husband is nailed after her and both crosses are raised.

They look in great pain but also very excited.

Those moments are very intense for me in my fantasy.

I am tied, my rock-hard cock pushing my loincloth. I am watching two human beings nailed naked. Being executed and I am about to be crucified too.

I look at the remaining condemned. We came here to be executed for the sexual pleasure of some unknown people and we are about to go up on our crosses. I see in their eyes that we all share the same fears and arousals.

The couple is dying naked and in total shame but they look at each other and say how sexy the other look crucified. And they are right!

I ask to be next. I want to be done with it. I want to know if I will be able to die well and maintain some sort of composure.

A woman takes me to my cross and unties my loincloth taking my throbbing erection in her left hand while releasing my wrists with her right.

-Please, crucify me! - I beg her. She smiles and instructs me to lie on my cross. She bares herself from her waist down.

Everybody is looking at me.

The onlookers, the other volunteers and even the crucified couple. They push on their feet nails and encourage me!

The woman tells me to be quick and join them, that the view from up in the crosses is very good! It’s embarrassing, but still my erection is huge. What facial expression is appropriate for a moment like this?

My female carnifex puts the point of the first nail in place and instructs me to hold my position without ropes.

I am totally surprised when she just pushes the nail thought my wrist with just her hands, putting her whole weight behind it.

I cry shocked by the blind pain, but I remain in position. She takes a mallet and with just two blows drives the nail deep into the wood. Without stopping she does the same with my right arm and then, pierces together both my feet and nails them to my cross. I am nailed forever to my cross!

My Executioner straddles my face and offers me her pussy. I lick and kiss her as a token of sick gratitude.

She asks me if I am ready to suffer and die for their pleasure. She asks if it isn’t what I wanted when I came.

I answer yes.

Three minutes later my cross is erected and I am fully crucified.

While I fight my pain, hanging from the nails now, the three remaining volunteers are nailed and their crosses raised and secured.

Our crucifixion is completed.

I look around. I see the faces of the onlookers. They show lust, pity, content and even some degree of envy.

I look at the men and women crucified with me. We have been executed. We look at each other’s with fascination.

In spite of my terrible suffering, my cock is again rock hard.



I look around and I see a setting Sun… My fantasy blending with reality…

I am in the dessert…I am crucified for real. I am dying.

And still I don’t want to die, but neither I want to be in any other place than here and now. With the men and women crucified with me…giving an unforgettable show to our public!

I look at my right and see Messaline writhing and moaning. She looks really beautiful naked with the low Sun illuminating her body.


In the whirl of my mind a noise reaches my brain. I immediately recognize it as the sound of an airplane engine. A turboprop. I look up searching for the arriving plane in the already darkening, cloudless sky…
 
Nicole

Damaged as I am, I hardly attract any more people and, in addition to the pain, boredom has come to settle.

Time seems very long to me and I think I would rather die really than die of boredom.

During my flogging, I believe that the blows of these devastating whips, I took too much or not enough.
I sincerely wanted to die under these terrible blows but my executioners refused me this death too fast,
I find it really a shame because I had reached an unimaginable enjoyment which would have, in case of prolongation of the treatment, made pass from life to death without even realizing it.

Conclusion, I find myself destroyed, covered with blood, infrequent.

How beautiful and serene Monica seems to me in her death !
I come to envy her.
She finished suffering and realized her fantasy.

But here is Bjorn who goes to me with a bucket in hand !

- I understood the state of disrepair in which you find yourself and therefore decided, with the agreement of Christina who does not appreciate blood too much, to come and try to make you a human figure.

He then begins to clean my body with a sponge !
Delicately to avoid making me suffer, he conscientiously removes the dried blood from the wounds that he himself caused me and, little by little, makes my body look more welcoming.

- You can not imagine the importance of the good that you do me !
Why did you not grant me the right to die under your lashes?

- We were not allowed to do it, we were also criticized for being so strong with you.
As we already told you, it is your cross that will kill you and, unfortunately for you, it is in no hurry.

- I realize it more and more, the cross likes to take its time to execute its victims.

The sponge that Bjorn passes on my body does me a lot more of good and, at the same time, awakens my desires for sex !

-Tell me, Bjorn, could you help me to free my vagina from this uncomfortable dildo?
Whoever penetrates my anus is enough !

- I don't know if I have the right to do this but I will try anyway!

At the cost of delicate contortions and thanks to the help of the Swedish, I find myself the pussy delivered.
Bjorn with his sponge quickly rinsed my sex and now began to stroke it.
Not forgetting my clitoris, it causes me an influx of cum that he hastens to recover with his tongue.
I feel my whole body soften and I scream my pleasure.

I sincerely believed that after my cruel flogging I would never reach orgasm again but, chasing the natural it comes back at a gallop, I am a slut and will remain so until my death.
 
Even if the sun seems to take all its time to go down and disappear on the horizon, the relative freshness that arrives does me a lot of good!

My skin, damaged by the lashes and burned by those pesky sunrays, makes me suffer terribly!
I really feel like I have had a sunburn all over my body, not a square centimeter of my skin has been spared and especially not my cock, still erect, which burns me excruciatingly .

In addition, there is this thirst that torments me!
I imagine myself being on the terrace of a drinking establishment enjoying a cold beer, what happiness!

Alas !

I do believe that I am dehydrating myself little by little and I am not without knowing that this may be one of the causes of death on the cross.

Despite my "hook" which is still well anchored in my ass, all my muscles are cramped, they are really knotted and almost do not respond.
The nervous jolts which were still very rare a short time ago seem to be multiplying and send all over my body painful flashes which I manage to bear less and less.

Given the continuous influx of insects, all the wounds that I have on the body begin to become painfully infected and in particular my wrists and my feet crossed by the nails and which are always beset by clouds of hungry and blood lovers flies.

In the crucifixion, everything is in place to wear you out slowly!
The pain you feel never leaves you and is getting stronger.

An unimaginable fatigue invades me inexorably prompting me to give up fighting and let me go towards a death that will seem so sweet compared to all that I currently endure.
The fight against the cross is far too uneven and the winner is known in advance.

I am very surprised by the change that has taken place at Nicole!

Covered in blood, she looked dying, practically did not move and Bjorn passed with a magic sponge!
He simply cleaned her body with fresh water and that was enough to transform her, to resuscitate her!
He helped her to free herself from the dildo that filled her vagina and then caressed her until I heard her cry out in her pleasure.

Perhaps it is better to go worse because it is certain that she will not survive, that her death has been definitely scheduled, the end of her story has no suspense.

There is suspense for none of us, the only question that arises is when and who in the first place?

We'll all have our turn, it's only a matter of time.
 
messaline said:
It's my avatar in Second Life (CruxWinds) ; are you not attracted by SL ? You could join us ..... :rolleyes:
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Do we have many members here who play SL, or even a dedicated sim where they roleplay?

Considering how many wonderful writers this community boasts, I would love to see them play a para-style RP in SL someday.
 
My Friends,
We are living strange and difficult times. What is happening has reminded many of us of Bocaccio's Decamerón.
We are hiding from the epidemic while telling sex stories.
Well, I hope my tales of crucifixion help some of you to pass the time better, perhaps even a little excited!
I am posting the next part today.
As usual I sent it to the members concerned and got their contributions (THANKS a LOT!) incorporated. Others will post his/her own impressions of the moment separately.
If you are inn the mood, please write what you see from your cross and feel when Aline tells Eric about you.
Take care my friends and be very careful!

Carlos
 
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My dear Carlos and all my crucified companions,
the period we are going through is very special.
I do not know if you are like me confined to your home but if you are, you must consider that it is an obligatory evil to manage to stop the proliferation of this damn coronavirus.
We must take the thing on the bright side and say that it will allow us all to collaborate more in the writing of our adventure.
I wish you all very good health and a brilliant crucifixion thanks to Carlos;
 
fallenmystic said:
Do we have many members here who play SL, or even a dedicated sim where they roleplay?

Considering how many wonderful writers this community boasts, I would love to see them play a para-style RP in SL someday.
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I already did , mainly there and in some other threads ...

Second Life Pics Of Messaline ( Paskell49)

A new thread where I'll post, from time to time, some photos that I could do in Second Life during Role Play into a sim called :"CruxWinds" (an old roman Island'prison )... Crucified for the example ! Yesterday, I was not really well working at the mills ... So, after a harsh whipping, I was...
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PART XX (1)

When Aline is leaving Kathy’s cross the sound of an airplane engine reaches the hill’s top.

She looks up at the descending plane and smiles happy that, in the end, he has been able to arrive before it’s too dark to land.

She finds the bag where she is keeping her things and put a seamless pantyhose, a short torero jacket and her shoes back on; everything black.


She takes the trail down until she reaches the spot where several FWD vehicles are parked. Taking one, she drives towards the runway.


Both the Headmistress and Carlos look up at the plane too.

As a professional reflex, in spite of the fact that they are being put to death in their crosses, they both automatically identify it as a Pilatus Porter PC-6. They look at each other, smiling knowingly before lowering their heads again.

In the arriving plane Eric and the pilot are the only persons on board. He is the managing partner for Europe of an important international law firm. Technically, Aline works for him.

They met two years ago when she was part of his team for a particular project. Soon they were lovers. They split three months later, but they remained friends afterwards and their affaire lasted long enough for them to learn that they shared a kinky fascination for crucifixion.

It was Aline who called him three months ago, told him about this event and put him in contact with the Headmistress.


He had paid a lot of money for his invitation and was very excited by the possibility of witnessing a real crucifixion. He also expected to meet some friends and business acquaintances here.

Unfortunately, at the last moment, a delayed critical deal had prevented Eric to arrive as scheduled. Yesterday Aline had insisted by satellite phone that it was still worth to come as long as he could arrive before nightfall today.


Closer to the ground now, he can make out the old resort, about five kilometers from the coast, just by the desert’s limit. There is a dirt runway and a cargo plane sitting by it.

When the pilot banks the wings to align the aircraft with the dirt strip, he notices a plateau on top of a knoll, between the resort and the desert. Amazed, he sees many crosses and a small crowd milling around. The plane leaves the knoll behind quickly, but Eric is quite sure he has seen a naked body attached to each one of the crosses!


The plane touches down and he gets off as soon at it stops. He is glad to see Aline waving to him from a vehicle parked by the runway edge. He gets on and she kiss him on his mouth; a habit they have maintained even after they split.


-What a pleasant surprise! – He exclaims eyeing her sexy attire.
-Well, you will see soon by yourself, but there is a highly sexual and kinky atmosphere here!

She is already driving up the hill and before he had the chance to ask any more questions, she parks at the side of other cars and beckons him follow her up to the top.

When they get there Eric becomes speechless as he takes in the view in front of him.

Surrounded by groups of onlookers, he counts 18 crosses. Nailed on them, he counts 6 men and 12 women. All are naked and one of the women is no other than the Headmistress herself, the attractive lady he had met as the leader and organizer of this event!

The slant rays of the setting Sun paint in gold the naked writhing bodies.

-This is incredible! How did you managed to crucify all this people? How did you force them? -He asks.


-Well believe or not, most of them just showed up at the Sicilian Villa, turned themselves in and accepted to be executed!

We certainly didn’t expect such a success! - Aline answers amused by his surprise and taking him towards the western end of the line of crosses. - Some still pretend they have been forced or reluctant, but I think none of the 17 still alive would leave their crosses, even if it was possible.

I will explain everything to you.

What a pity you missed yesterday’s events. We brought by plane most of them and on arrival they were paraded tied, in loincloth with their tituli at their necks. A very exciting and humiliating procession!

And that was just he beginning. – she continues talking lively - they tried their crosses, were put in jokes and flogged. We had a lot of fun, they even had to dig their own grave!

I really enjoyed preparing and scourging some of them. They were even grateful for my attentions.


Eric is listening to her with his eyes fastened to the approaching row of crosses.


-Today they were scourged again and carried their crossbeams here, so we could execute them.

You will be able to see it all on the video, once they are dead and put to rest in their common grave - Aline keeps explaining while they arrive to the base of the first cross.


It is a woman whose body has suffered a very heavy punishment. She had been obviously attractive, but now her body is crisscrossed by many bloody whip marks. Her breast almost destroyed. Her titulum reads:

Nicole
Slut
Extreme masochist
(in cursive Piraland’s texts)
​
- The last four of the line of crosses are all special cases, they are all spectators who had paid to watch the show and, changing their minds, decided to end their lives like the others, nailed exposed naked on a cross. -Aline explains.

-What? Really?

-Yes Eric, I told you all this two last days had been full of surprises! - answers Aline.

-She is Nicole, the queen of masochists for whom suffering is a drug which allows her to reach heights in the many orgasms which pass through her.
She asked for one last cruelest flogging, was completely destroyed and is happy with the pain she still feels.
She is awaiting death, hoping to still suffer enormously.

They continue their route and Eric sees that the woman in the next cross is dead already.

Monica
Extreme slut
Dead for enjoyment​


She was Monica, Piraland's wife. That guy – Aline says pointing to a man nailed on the following cross and sporting a big erection. – She lived only for sex. Her heart could not resist the pressure as well as the phenomenal amount of drugs she ingested.
She died in an orgasm, that's what she wanted most.

Piraland
Poisoner
Beast of sex ​

They are now at the base of Monica’s husband stipe and Aline keeps introducing to Eric each one of the crucified. The nailed man meets Eric’s eyes with a slightly embarrassed expression.

-Piraland is, or was, a tycoon in the pharmacological industry, he designed the drugs we are using to lessen the pain and enhance the arousal of the condemned. They are working incredibly well as you can see– Aline laughs pointing to the condemned hard cocks – The collateral effects are, unfortunately mortal. Monica learned that too late for her.


- Aline, my first mistress, the woman who put me on the path of my crucifixion before entrusting me to others!- Says the crucified man.

- I know, but the circumstances wanted it and I don't think you have been particularly disappointed by Birgitt and Bjorn!- Aline answers the dying man.

- No, not at all and I was terribly happy when you came to meet me and allow me to ejaculate in your throat.

While gently caressing his cock, Aline adds:

- But I also liked to be able to do you this service and perhaps…


She turns around and they walk on with Eric admiring Aline’s shapely bum under her transparent pantyhose.

-Piraland met the magnificent Kathy, this woman, and was lost! – she says pointing to a gorgeous lady fastened to the following cross under the legend:

Kathy
Moecha
​

(which means slut or whore in Latin)

-It was her, with her attitude and her courage, who convinced him. And he decided to accompany her in her ordeal.
He did not hesitate and also chose the cross which bewitched him.
He suffers terribly, is constantly erect and is happy to be Kathy's neighbor until the end, until death.

And she had always dreamed of ending her life crucified, decided to take the step while making love in the evening and seeing the spikes planted on the top of the hill.
Adoring everything related to sex, used to be a submissive in BDSM clubs, her decision did not surprise anyone and she now enjoys all what her loved cross can give her: pain and pleasure.

(Text in different colours are by the crucified members)

They are now in front of Kathy. Eric looks up at her. She is nailed with three spikes and impaled to her cross by her bum.

She is a brunette, her pubic hair trimmed neatly.
There is calm, pain and lust in her eyes as she looks back to him.

They leave her and walk to the cross at her right.

Eric notices how the assistants are preparing fires and setting torches on poles, all around the crucifixion grounds.

-This fat whore, Roberta, was incredible. – Aline says approaching the cross of a stocky woman with dark brown hair and big breasts. - She arrived at the Villa at the very last moment and she had to literally run, naked in just her loincloth, with her hands tied at her back. She was running to catch the plane that was going to take her to be crucified! Can you believe it?

She is from Canada, like Kathy. A lesbian and in love with the next fat whore, Fat Slave Girl – Aline continues. – She is loving this and the full finality of her situation. Feeling the pain from her flogging and the pleasure from being with their naked friends. Suffering with them on crosses.

Eric looks at Roberta’s shaved cunt and notices that she is blushing hearing Aline describing her. He reads the sentence board fixed above her head:

ROBERTA
FLAGELLANT
FEMME
MASTURBATOR
MASOCHIST
ASS FETISH​

- She and Fat slave Girl gave quite a show yesterday performing a whipping contest and ending eating each other’s cunts.
After that, she just wanted to be crucified next to her friend.

They are now by the next crucified woman; the fat British whore Aline was talking about.

She is 48 years old, with a lovely hairy pussy and she is impaled by a cornu deep up her ass. Her heavy body fastened to her cross by 4 big nails.

-How are you FSG? – Aline asks.

- Crucified Aline! I am crucified, as I very well deserve! – the dying woman tells her in a rasping voice. – And it looks that Giulio was right. - she continues referring to her Executioner that is watching her from a short distance – my cross is going to hold my weight until she kills me! – the nailed woman jokes.

Eric is amazed by the remarkable poise she is showing during her last torment.

-I am glad FatSlaveGirl. We all agreed it would have been a shame if you had died falling from your cross. Die well my friend! – Aline laughs while they reassume their tour.
 
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PART XX (2)

They stop now inn front of Fat Slave Girl’s boyfriend.

NUDEBOY
SODOMITE
FAGGOTT
MASTURBATOR
WANKER
PERVERT​

Eric reads on his titulum. He, like the rest of the male crucified, has his cock proudly erect while slowly working his ass up and down on his cornu.

- He and the two fat whores had a very interesting threesome last night and went again at it during their last shower this morning. – Aline explains.

While they walk along the line of crosses Eric takes Aline by her waist and soon his hand is groping her bum.

-Hey! - She laughs letting him touch her. – Look at that girl Eric!

He does look and is impressed by the beauty of the female body nailed on the next cross. Her head is tilted forward and her shoulder length hair is hiding her face.

She is a blonde with shapely legs and hips. Pear shaped and firm B+ breasts with hard nipples. Her pussy is shaved, her inner labia showing a little between the outer lips of her slit.

-Just the perfect cunt. -Eric tells himself and immediately feels the desire to kiss that labia, those lips.

At that moment the girl moans, looks up and opens her eyes meeting his.

They are green-blue and so beautiful that Eric totally forgets about her cunt.

She looks mid-twenties and even nailed to her cross she looks incredibly sexy.

Well, he has to admit that to him, any woman looks much more attractive crucified!


-Isn’t she pretty? -Aline asks amused. – her name is Gabriella-Sivilla. Italian. She used to be a high class, very expensive, escort. She came to us pretending to believe that our summon was just a request for her professional services.

- But I am sure she just wanted to be executed as the whore she is. - Her reason to accept the cross? Well, to give pleasure (the most intense pleasure) to the men watching the execution.

Eric reads her titulum.


GABRIELLA SIVILLA
REGINA PUTTANARUM​

- Queen of whores. Quite fit, I think! She is a sweet girl though, and I really like her – Aline says.

Gabriella slowly raises her head, her green eyes focusing on the face of Eric. She inhales, and just this movement brings new pain in her limbs, the nails in her wrists grating at the sensitive nerves inside. Then she whispers, her voice low and sexy:

-So... sweetie... you like what you see?

Then, she pushes on her legs, the pain from the nail in her feet increasing suddenly as she straightens her long beautiful legs us much as she can, her mouth now opening to gulp in more precious air. She looks again at him:

-Like what you see? - And she lets herself fall, the nail in her wrists stopping the descent, costing her a new moan of pain.

Eric feel is member immediately stiffening, pushing against the fabric of his trousers. He looks at her body, her shapely legs, her flat tummy, her perky tits, his lust growing inside him...

- Mmmmhhh... bet I like it... such a sexy whore...Mmmhhh...

-That young man – says Aline pointing to the next cross and getting Eric’s attention reluctantly away from the Italian – has been also very impressed by her, since he saw her waiting for the plane in her loincloth. - they reach his cross.


WIKK
PERVERT and ONANIST
for worshiping the beauty of women​

Is written on his titulum. (we think it will be less confusing if we use from now on just his CF name, Wikk, instead of his real one, Adgan).
He had a sort of cord tied around his head. An impressive dark-skinned Mistress is taking care of him.


-She is Marlen, his Mistress and Executioner. He is suffering a lot, but I think he really loves to be sacrificed by a gorgeous lady like her.
He is totally in love with Gabriella, but he also worships and loves Marlen.
He is really thrilled by having been sacrificed by her.
She whipped his penis really hard when they arrived here from the via crucis. It was really fun to watch, but I am quite sure that shy lad, greatly enjoyed his cock whipping too!

And he is also thrilled of being crucified between two equally gorgeous women. - Aline keeps explaining -
Gabriella was generous enough to offer him the most impressive blow job when he was already nailed.

And when she finished, she offered her pussy to him to kiss it goodbye; just before she went to lie on her cross and got nailed too.
You have to watch him licking and kissing Gabriella’s pussy!

Don’t miss it in the video Eric. You will love it!

-Now let’s check the next lady; she is from Scotland.

EULALIA
AD CRUCEM DAMNATA​

Eulalia and Latin. Probably an academic type, Eric thinks. But certainly, a very attractive lady.

He looks at her deep brown eyes. She is dark haired, about 30 or 35, pretty and with a very nice figure.

She is fastened to her cross with 4 nails. Her patibulum fixed behind the stipe, so her arms are bent backwards and her tits protruding forward in a very tempting way. Her feet are nailed to the front of a stipe with beveled sides, so her legs are open and allow a perfect view of her sex.

She has a lovely pubic hair and a cornu is stretching her sex wide.

-She is hot and very brave. – explains Aline- yesterday she confided to me that being nailed up naked on a cross has just been an idea that's excited her since she was a kid and that she is not excited by the idea of dying, but not frightened by it either, the fact that her crucifixion is going to be the end simplifies the situation.

Eric notices a good-looking man at the base of Eulalia’s cross looking up at her with a grave expression.
In fact, close to every cross there are men and women looking at the particular condemned with entranced expressions.

Aline follows his gaze and informs him:

-He is Diego. He was Eulalia’s designated Master and Executioner. He crucified her.

Eric sees in Diego’s face lust, admiration, even love but his dominating emotion seems to be a deep sadness.

-I have come to realize that crucifying somebody creates a powerful bond between condemned and carnifex. It’s not precisely a quick process…you watch them dying for a long time…talk and touch them… Yes, if you crucify somebody it gets very personal – Aline finishes with a dreamy expression too.

Eulalia takes a deep breath and looks at Diego and with a pained but beautiful smile tells him:

-Read my Titulum Master! “Condemned to the Cross”. I was born to die here…This is my place…and I am grateful to you…

Eric keeps walking besides Aline with Eulalia’s words still affecting his mind…and his cock. Her words and attitude had increased his already high level of arousal.

-Like Roberta, Fat Slave Girl, Nudeboy, Gabriella, Wikk, Eulalia and another 4 showed up at the Sicilian Villa and were brought by plane. I will show them to you. – Aline explains while they walk along the line. – Another one came also by plane, but was released this morning after having been nailed! Some kind of deal between the Headmistress and his Master. Very strange.


-Now look at this fine specimen of female – Aline says – She is one of my favorites: Barb.


From the next “Tree of Death” hangs dying a very attractive “fruit”; A white woman of thirty something. She is of average height, slim, medium breasted with a very nice trimmed bush and her brown hair gathered in a lovely ponytail.

She is twisting and writhing about, doing her cross “dance” under her titulum.

BARBARA MOORE
REBEL WITHOUT A CAUSE
​
-Isn’t she hot? – Aline asks, and Eric agrees. The rebel Barb has something about her. Perhaps the way she looks around, still a little defiantly.



-She was rebellious at first, but I bet she was really dreaming of ending up crucified naked among many others, all before a jeering crow.

Close to her cross a tall and very good-looking Afro-American male is watching Barb with something close to reverence.

Noticing his interest Aline informs:

-His name is Charles. He is an important architect from Chicago. He raped her when she was already nailed on her cross. I happened to be watching. It was really arousing! They BOTH came with a thunderous orgasm that you won’t believe!

And I think she just broke his heart then. He hasn’t move from her cross since she was raised!
Even Paul, her Executioner, has stepped a little aside impressed by his devotion for her.
Eric throws a last look at Barbaria’s alluring trimmed bush as they stroll towards the next cross.
 
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