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Meanwhile Eulalia and Carlos have taken their places by the stakes and have been secured, wrist over their heads, to the whipping posts by Master Diego and the Headmistress, who now take the whips.



Both crucificands are resigned and ready for the punishment.

They know that facing a crucifixion, even with the help of the drugs, the scourging will shorten their time on their crosses and thus, their torture.

At a signal from the Headmistress both Executioners hit their targets for the first time.

No matter how much anticipated the blows still they jumped in agony when the whip reached them.

Eulalia too instinctively moved forward getting her tits scratched with the rough wood.

Soon both had their backs and buttocks well flogged. Eulalia looks to his left and finds Carlos eyes looking for hers. They both are curious about how the other is reacting to the scourging.

I is also a sort of mutual support, but Carlos is enjoying the show of the attractive lady dancing under the whip with remarkable poise.

They turn to face their tormentors at the count of 25 too and have their fronts flogged.

Eulalia’s feels also the sexual charge that has been steadily increasing since they gathered at the Sicilian villa. She is so excited that she actually presents her breast forward in a silent request for the whip.

And Master Diego diligently complies and also sends the whip between her legs looking for he pussy.

When this happens she forces herself to open her thighs, feeling the leather biting her sex, the loincloth not representing any real protection for her crotch.

Carlos is also having his sex punished and finds Eulalia’s behavior quite inspiring.

They turn around again in order to complete the 100 strokes and are finally released.



-Not bad Carlos. You endure it well. – The Headmistress whispers to him while releasing his hands from the manacles.

-Thank you Headmistress.

-Remember, This is what you want and deserve. You have no options anyway. Just do as you are told and everything will be done.

-Yes Headmistress…I am ready.-stutters the man.

-Good. Not much longer now…go get your patibulum with Eulalia and wait until we start for the hill.

-Yes Mistress- Both answer once again and go to where Amosad and Barabaria have started to form the crucifixion procession.



Once they get there, they are told to kneel close to them. They obey and immediately the crossbeams are placed on their shoulders and tied in place.

Eulalia looks to the others and she finds the image of Barb kneeling in loincloth supporting her patibulum in balance, quite alluring.



-We are about to be taken to our execution in the cross! This time is for real! We are going to die! How can I be excited by this prospect? - She reflects.

Old questions, that every one of them has pondered so many times, and still will until the end.

She knows she is having the same thoughts and feelings than her cross mates; the same familiar sensations of fear and arousal, running again its permanent and obsessive loop.



The picture Carlos draw in the past, of both of them crucified together comes to her mind. She liked that picture that became Carlos’s avatar in the Cruxforums.



She takes also a look to the men, Amosad and Carlos with their bulging loincloths and smiles to herself.

-What a twisted bunch we are! Probably the cross is the only cure for us -she whispers to Barb who looks at her nodding, smiling and beautiful.



The Headmistress back to the whipping posts see FatSlave Girl and Gabriella going towards them.

-Wait a moment! As we said, it will be more interesting if we scourge the couples together. What do you think FSG, would you like to be whipped alongside Nudeboy, like in the island yesterday?

-Yes Headmistress, I would love to -FSG answers immediately with bright eyes.

-All right them. Gabriella, you will have to wait a little longer for your punishment. Nudeboy, go to the other post!



Both lovers walk to their posts quickly, they are eager to be whipped together and don’t want to risk their executioners changing their minds.



Masters Giulio and Anthony take their whips and meet them at the stakes and start securing their wrist in the hanging manacles.

Nudeboy recalls that yesterday, also early in the morning, they were flogged together too. Only 24 hours, but it seems ages ago.

(See post #78. I am freely adapting here Nudeboy’s intense description of that first flogging).

He hears his girlfriend gasping as she squashes her breast against the whipping post, getting ready for the punishment and he feels his hard cock twitching inside his tight loincloth.

Fat Slave Girl has her arms pulled above her head and her wrists buckled into one set of manacles. Her toes just touch the ground and she dangles precariously, her large breasts pushed either side of the rough wooden post.

He watches her being prepared with a kind of mute fascination, almost forgetting he will be flogged too. Master Anthony quickly brings him back to earth, preparing him in the same position.


He looks into his girlfriend's eyes as if they were sharing a romantic dinner.

“Ready?” he whispers hoarsely.

“Ready!” she answers.

Their intimate moment is broken by the crack of the whip and this time FSG screams as the leather snakes across her back, from right shoulder to left hip and Master Giulio lands five more before in rapid succession.

Nudeboy receives also stroke after scorching stroke exactly where he wants on his back, buttocks, thighs and legs.

When they have received 25 they are hanging limp by their wrists. But there are some parts of their bodies which are definitely not limp. He can see FSG's nipples are as hard as bullets, and so can Master Gioulio.
Approaching the post, he raises a hand and twists first one, then the other, hard, drawing a silent gasp from her.


-You are a horny fat slut, aren't you! - He laughs releasing Nudeboy’s girlfriend nipples.

Nudeboy watches her until he feels a powerful right hand grabbing his genitals through his loincloth.

-And you! You are one pathetic asshole! Getting off on your girlfriend being tortured!- Master Anthony has approached him while distracted with his woman´s torture.- Do you even like girls, faggott? It feels like you’re really enjoying having my hand down there!

He could hold out no longer. As his master´s fingers squeeze his shaft through the white cotton his balls began to pump. He roared with the release of a mighty orgasm, feeling his cum soaking into his loincloth.

Master Anthony stands back, laughing as he watches his bruised body twitching in ecstasy, laughing at the amount of pain and humiliation he had been able to inflict.




The punishment continues now with them facing their executioners, pretty much the way both described floggings in their fantasies.

Both receive abundantly the attention of the whip on their fronts; Nudeboy on his stained and bulging loincloth, and FatSlaveGirl on her breast and pussy.

Neither of them tries to hide anything from the leather. On the contrary, carried away by the eroticism of the moment and the effect his torture is having on the audience, they present their sexes to the whip asking for the strokes with their body language.

Nevertheless, the moment they receive the stroke they recoil at the exploding pain; just for a moment, until their submission and perversion makes them to offer again their bodies to their Masters.

They are ordered to turn around for the last part of the flogging and are at last released from the posts.

Their masters take them to where the patibuli are waiting with the first four crucificands.

They are still kneeling on the ground, but several guests had drifted to the forming procession and requested oral attention from Amosad, Barbaria, Carlos and Eulalia. They are busy licking pussies and sucking cocks while taking side glances to the knoll where they soon will be crucified and to the events taken place at the whipping stakes.



FSG and his boyfriend look also at the summit where soon they are going to be lead and to the stakes waiting for the patibuli, the nails and their bodies.

They look at each other and without a word move to squeeze their bodies together hard, looking for the others mouth and kissing fiercely.

FSG rubs her big breast against his man. It hurts after the whipping but she doesn´t care. She wants Nudeboy to feel them, and he reciprocates pushing his cock under the loincloth against her soft skin. They try to feel every part of their bodies, perhaps for the last time.

Their Masters let them do for a while and then they are ordered to kneel also in line.

They obey, still panting and without breaking eye contact, they soon are loaded with the crossbeams that will be used in their execution.

Very soon they start serving guests too with their mouths, as excited and ready for the cross as the other four.



Carlos is sucking a penis, he feels his own strangled cock pulsating and swollen. For a moment he wonders if it will get permanent damage. But immediately he remembers, smiling inwardly, that soon he will be just a naked corpse piled with the others in the grave they help to dig yesterday.

He takes another look at the knoll thinking again:

-I am about to be led to my crucifixion. For real! I am ready!

But his meditations are broken by the cock he is sucking and the sudden jet of cum that fills his mouth.
 
While he gets busy swallowing the sperm, the Headmistress is managing the continuation of the event.

-Gabriella sweetie, we can now proceed with your scourging. Thanks for your patience. Go to the stake and I think that Wikk, who is admiring you so evidently, will make a good flogging companion. Wikk go with her!



Both Gabriella and Wikk obey and put themselves against the whipping posts. Wikk especially excited by the chance of sharing another experience with her adored Italian beauty.

Gabriella herself is silent and has a look of concentration. She allows Master George to fix her in the manacles without any resistance and after that, she waits in silence for the whip.

Wikk gets also attached to the post by Marlén looking at his Mistress and at the blonde with awe and clear arousal.

He wasn’t the only one.

If the public had to decide who was the most attractive of the group of female crucificands, it would have been a very though decision.

But clearly Gabriella is an incredibly beautiful woman and her young and slim body, stretched on her tiptoes, hanging from her wrists, facing the stake, is incredibly sexy.

So the silence becomes total.

Marlén smiles while taking the proper distance, preparing her whip, and almost immediately, after a nod to Master George they both start punishing the two almost naked young bodies tied at the stakes.

They both shout in surprise and before they can recover the leathers are coiling around their skin.

Soon both condemned and executioners get the rhythm of the punishment.

Wikk just grunt at each time that the whip hits his back or his buttocks. His eyes always fastened on Gabriella.

She is twisting and crying when Marter George’s strokes wrap around her.

Her narrow waist swings, her bum trembles, her tits scratching on the post too.

Soon they have their first 25 and are order to turn around.

She looks at the public during the short pause.

She is suddenly aware of the attention she is getting and the fact that she has become their main sexual object for the duration of her scourging.

The next stroke hits her squarely on both her breasts cruelly breaking her short reverie. She recoils against the post.

She is not used to suffering; she screams cries and begs for mercy.

But also she wants to behave as much as erotically as she can. The onlookers should enjoy what they see... (Gabriella’s words in italics).

So almost immediately, she pushes her breast forward offering them again to the whip. The public responds whit a deep buzz of appreciation.

She keeps twisting under the punishment, howling, crying, sobbing…

But her movements are elegant and sexy.

She thrusts forward her wide hips when Master George looks for her sex under the cloth and takes the painful hits with great composure.

Wikk is so concentrated on her gorgeous body and her dance under the whip that he almost forgets his own scourging.

They turn again for the last part facing the stake and they receive the rest of the 100 lashes under the appreciative comments of the guests.

Really the scourging session is meeting their highest expectations and the performance and composure of the crucificands, resulting indeed quite satisfactory and exciting.



They are untied and Wikk’s admiration for the young Italian is so evident that she overcomes her tears and offers him a lovely smile. She likes him so much that she would love to do something for him.

He is always very sweet to me.- She reflects.

So while they are being led to the forming procession she whispers to him:



-I would like to give you a blow job Wikk…I am very good at that!



Marlén walking some distance behind her, overhears the offer and interrupts.

-What a wonderful idea my little whore! I think I will allow you to do that. But first Wikk, I will flog your cock hard so you really feel the contrast between my whip and her lips, since you like her so much! Would you like that Wikk?

-If it pleases my Mistress…-He answers.

-Yes! It will greatly please your Mistress!- She finishes while indicating Wikk his place in the procession.

Gabriella too does as her Master orders and soon they are kneeling with their patibuli in place.

And since they have become so popular, they are quickly requested to suck a cock each one.



Now it is the turn of Messaline and Judith to take the whip.

Since Judith is no longer able to act as Messaline’s executioner, two more are now needed.

The Headmistress has selected for the task Mistress Monique and Mistress Charo, from France and Spain respectively. Both well experienced.

They now get behind Messa and Judith and order them to take their places at the whipping posts, so they may receive their flogging.

They obey after exchanging a quick look.

They are both very attractive women; Messaline a blonde and Judith a dark haired beauty.

With their hands tied at her backs, their beautiful breasts are presented in a very arousing way. They march to the stakes with their heads held high, their hips swinging with elegance and sensuality.

Their waists are encircled by the ropes; the loincloths tight over their pussies and between their ass cheeks.

They get very appreciative comments from the audience.

It wasn’t very clear for the public what obscure contractual issue has forced Judith to switch from being her lover’s Executioner to have another cross waiting for her.

Nobody is neither sure if she was reluctant or has, somehow, consented in going with her lover.

And the guests don’t care much. It is just another gorgeous woman to be crucified for their pleasure…And perhaps her own.

Apparently they had come to terms with the fact of being crucified together. They didn’t resist and put themselves against the rough wood, raising their wrists up to the manacles, when they are untied.

When secured to the posts Messaline looks over her shoulder and tells her Mistress:

-Flagellez moi. Je suis prête Madame!ald210.jpg


-Avec plaisir ma chérie !- The French mistress answers smiling.

Messa looks now to the right seeing her lover is also ready for their punishment. They lock eyes while their Executioners get ready to start.



-Look at me Darling. I am here for you! I am going to receive my flogging for you. I will die in my cross for you Judith!

-Yes! And I will do the same for you Messaline, my love. It’s better to die with you, than to live without you!



At that moment the whips reach their bodies for the first time and both women gasp, jumping in surprise. Their bodies shake and their breast squash against the rough stakes.

Immediately both regain their composure and brace for the scourging.

During the whole torment they maintain continuous eye contact. Both taking their punishment without begging or crying; turning around when ordered, offering now their breasts and their pussies to the leather.

Judith encourages her lover while Messaline whispers tender and passionate words to the other.

Both move their bodies in a very erotic way, offering themselves to the whip and to the pleasure of her respective lover.

They turn around for the last part of the flogging. The audience is also enjoying the spectacle greatly and very pleased with the courage of the lesbian couple.



The audience notices that all the condemned are acting almost in an identical way. And it’s true that even their sensations and reflections are very similar; it’s like the situation and their behavior are reinforcing each other’s lascivious feelings and sick fantasies.



When the chic French ladies receive the last of the strokes they are released and their wrist bound again at their backs.

They take advantage of that moment and kiss each other hungrily while rubbing their tits with matching passion.

For a long instant their Mistresses let them be, feeling they deserve the tenderness of the moment after such a good performance.



-Let’s go girls. We have to get you ready for the crucifixion procession.- Charo instructs them kindly at last. And the women breaking their contact obey with a sigh.
 
Here you have the next chapter: The Whipping. I hope you are still interested!
Remember, all comments are welcome and describing your own feelings during the event would be fantastic!
Thanks once again for your patience!


Carlos




PART X

The crucificands are told again to get in a line abreast in the bath room and the guards start drying them. There is a big pile of clean towels and with that and the help of the warm and dry air they are soon ready.
Their hands are once again bound at their backs by their overseers, who start to tie new ropes around their waists and to fasten clean white cotton cloths to the ropes, putting them between their legs and making clean loincloths.

When Aline is about to tie his new loincloth around Carlo’s waist, the Headmistress steps in.
-I will take care of him if you don´t mind Aline- She asks.
-Not at all! All yours! - Answers the attractive lawyer heading for the next male crucificand in the line.
In silent the Headmistress ties the rope and secures the cloth at his back leaving it hanging over his buttocks.
-Before we cover those nice balls and cock let´s enhance them a little she says smiling mischievously.
Carlos is displaying a good erection. He is not sure if the drugs they have been giving them are already contributing a little. In fact he thinks that just the situation and the closeness of the Headmistress are enough to warrantee the size of his cock.
She produces a couple of white cords, the length of shoe laces, but thicker.
She takes his balls on his left hand and after pulling them out, ties one of the cords around the base of his testicles. After making sure that they are tightly bound, she ties the other cord again around his balls, but also around his cock this time.
Carlos looks down. His sex is taut, engorged and protruding in an obscene and unnatural way.
She caresses it a little while Carlos moans slightly feeling his exposed member very sensitive and is already taking a purplish color.
Now she reaches between his legs and taking the cloth and pulling it forward, she covers his sex and ties it in front of the rope putting his loincloth tight in place; the bulge in front quite evident.

-This is better. You will remain like that until you are crucified. Your sex will be extra sensitive to pain, but almost insensible to pleasure. You will see! And remember, those balls and cock belongs to me! - She says looking into his eyes while touching again the front of his loincloth.
-Yes Mistress. I am yours! - He answers.

Without warning, a leather strap appears on her hand and she hits him hard. The pain on his sex is huge and he instinctively recoils, but immediately he recovers his position presenting and offering again his package to his lady´s strap.
-Good! I like the way you submits to me. You are not weak; you were used to exert authority, but you had totally and voluntarily surrendered to me!
-Yes Headmistress!
-Once I nail you I will strap you again hard, before your cross is raised.
-Promise me, my lady! – He intensely begs.
-Oh! I promise, don’t you worry! And once you are raised, I will remove your loincloth and those cords. And perhaps I will pleasure you…
But now get ready I will give you five more.

-Yes Headmistress- he answers taking the proper stance to receive her punishment.

While she delivers the five strokes, Teresa finishes tying Barbaria’s loincloth at her front.
She takes good care of placing the rag between her ass cheeks and tight over her sex. Her cunt lips are seductively marked under the thin white fabric.

-Your hair is quite dry already Barb - she says to the American in a friendly tone – I think you wear it a little too long for your convenience. It will bother you during the whipping and will be a real nuisance when you are in the cross. I could make it in a ponytail if you want.

-…Mmm…Yes please! I would be grateful – the condemned answers taken by surprise.

Teresa quickly gathers the crucificand’s hair and ties it in a thick ponytail with a rubber band.

-There! - She says taking a step back and looking appreciatively at the almost naked woman. Barb is standing with her back straight, her breast proud and high, enhanced by her tied arms position, her lovely curves and her nudity revealed even more by the loincloth. The ponytail suits her very well also.

- You look impressive! You are going to look gorgeous crucified! – Teresa exclaims with sincere admiration.

Barb finds the compliment shocking, but she can’t help to feel pride by the fact that she is going to look smashingly attractive while dying on her cross!
Teresa looks at the American’s eyes and recognizes the turmoil of feelings she is experiencing.

-Yes Barb, I understand- You are afraid of all the pain that awaits you…and you don’t want to die. You have been arguing with yourself about these questions for so long now! - She tells her softly while tenderly caressing her left breast.
-But on the other hand I envy you! – Teresa keeps saying - You are going to live your lifetime fantasy and in this unique occasion! 13 crosses, what a show! With all this careful staging!
Soon you will be up on your cross. – Her hands were now caressing every part of Barb’s body. - Naked, defenseless, looking at the others crucified with you, submitting totally; being observed by all of us. You will be offering your pain and your sexy body for our pleasure and every one of us, men and women, will be lusting for you. You will be, as I said, incredibly sexy crucified. The object of our wildest desires!

Teresa left hand was now pressing the American’s loincloth right over her pussy, slowly massaging her labia under the cloth.

- I expect you go out there and die well, so we have a good time. Will you Barb?
- Yes Mistress…- Barbaria answers hoarsely, her arousal level, very high.
- Good! I trust you! Later I will be at the base of your cross and I will masturbate looking at you Honey!
She makes sure that Barb’s loincloth is perfectly terse and tight over her sex, still enhancing her hidden labia. And slapping her ass she leaves her there standing and trembling a little.

Teresa isn’t the only one to find the bodies and attitude of the condemned alluring.
Eulalia and Gabriella are next to each other in the line, both ready to go out. Their masters are admiring the crucificands in their charge.

-You really look attractive. Just imagine how many men and women are going to get incredibly excited when they see you tortured and executed on video. –Master Diego declares while pointing at one of the cameras in the wall.

Eulalia remembers that everything have been recorded since their arrival the previous day.

-Once edited for our privacy and uploaded in the net, this video is going to break all records. I can’t think of anything more exciting than this. It’s going to be a forever hit and it will be watched in decades to come! – Agrees Master George looking with lust at Gabriella’s tits.
-Yes. Imagine Eulalia how are you going to feel when, this very morning, you are nailed in your cross and you think that millions are going to watch you thrashing in your agony. How much pleasure is your crucifixion going to provide? Don’t you think that, probably just that fact is worth of dying for? - Continues Diego.
-Yes Master is certainly a very impressive and arousing prospect. – Concedes the Scottish lady, feeling a little overwhelmed and aroused by the idea of becoming an all time sexual object.

Soon the whole group is ready and is led to the dining hall. There the Headmistress is waiting for them. She is back in tight leggings, wide belt and high heels. But her blouse today is black and her hair is made in a severe looking bundle.
Carlos, as always, finds her irresistible.

-All right, everybody listen up! - She shouts and once she has the attention continues in a much lower tone – The moment has arrived. Now you are going to be taken outside, back to the garden, in front of all our guests.
Your death sentences will be proclaimed; you will be whipped, loaded with your patibuli, taken to that knoll you have seen, and crucified. –making a pause she scans the crucificand’s faces.

-Don’t fool yourselves this is what you always wanted. But it doesn’t really matter any longer. You will die nailed in your crosses either you want it or not. There is no way out. No turning back!
So don’t disgrace yourselves and try to maintain your composure.
Don’t beg; behave like ladies and gentlemen and you will be remembered.
You know you are hopeless and deserve the death on the cross.
But you can make your execution count. You may offer an unforgettable spectacle and give immense pleasure to your audience today and to the thousands that will watch your crucifixion in the future.
So die well and make us proud of you!

The deepest silence follows the Headmistress words for a long minute.
The group of men and women standing in loincloth in front of her isn’t surprised. They were, certainly, expecting crucifixion.
Nothing indicated that this adventure’s outcome was going to be different.
From the very beginning they have been told that they were going to be executed in the cross.
But still, hearing her to say it out loud with such an emphasis has left them shocked and speechless.

Carlos is very aroused by his admired Headmistress´ speech.
He is very anxious about his performance. He desperately wants to please her, but is afraid that when he is actually nailed he could lose his nerve and shame himself begging to be released; something, he knows, totally futile on the other hand.
He wishes he would be already crucified; both because he wants to know if he can handle the torment and because he really craves for it.

He is not sure what the feelings of his cross-mates are, but he hears soft gasps and moans that make him believe that there is no lack of excitement in the group of prisoners.

At last the Headmistress nods to her husband, and Pete orders:

-In a single line. March!

They obey and are led again to the old gardens in front of the main building.

Before she follows them outside the Headmistress turns to Jaime and tells him:

-Jaime, go to the main building please. You will find there the Californian lady who delivered Loxuru to us. She will need your help.
Nodding his agreement Jaime leaves towards the other building.

Once they reach the old gardens, the crucificands are instructed to climb the front terrace steps and stand side by side facing the front lawn.
They see that all the guests are there looking at them. Several cameras are filming.

I am going to be executed for the sexual pleasure of this people- Carlos tells to himself – And I wouldn't have it any other way!

All the pillories and most of the stakes used the previous day had been removed and only two wooden posts remain.
At the edge of the path that leads out of the compound the crossbeams are waiting for them. Farther away they can see, on top of the knoll, a group of vertical stipes also waiting for them.
The silence is total and the atmosphere charged and intense.

The Headmistress starts reading from a clipboard.

-You all know that months ago we created the Group with a purpose.
Soon the behavior of some individuals caught our attention.
They were summoned to answer about their pervert and deviant behaviors.
Most of them, as you also know, turned themselves in yesterday in Sicily.
They accepted our authority, our ruling and signed the proper documents.
I will read now their names in alphabetical order:

Amosad
Barbaria
Carloscruz
Eulalia
Fat Slave Girl
Gabriella Sivilla
Judith
Loxuru
Messaline
Nudeboy
Patrizio
Roberta
Wikk

In the case of Judith, she is going to be crucified in order to fulfill a contractual obligation.
The sentence is the same for all of them and I will read the essentials now:

“You have been found guilty of deviant conduct and sexual perversions, up to a degree well beyond redemption.
You are in consequence sentenced to death.
The sentences will be executed by crucifixion.
You will be immediately scourged, taken to the knoll 421 and put to death. You will be nailed to your crosses and remain there until you die.”

Still nobody speaks. The silence is heavy and even solemn but everybody is aware of an intense sexual charge in the atmosphere.
At last the Headmistress turns to Pete and demands.

-Please, carry on.

Pete nods and getting in front of the crucificands addresses them:

-You will now receive your whipping. But for the couples we will maintain the alphabetical order.
Amosad and Barbaria, go to the stakes!

They obey and walk towards the posts.
Amosad is getting more and more excited as the moment of the crucifixion approaches and his erection is evident.
Masters Paul and John, armed with leather whips, are already waiting for them at the flogging stakes.

-Remember gentlemen, punish them well, but try to avoid bloodshed. We want them to look good on their crosses.-The Headmistress declares.

Both masters nod their agreement while checking their leather whips.

-Hello again zorra! This is really hot and bulging! – Master John laughs grabbing hard the bulge in Amosad’s loincloth- Really looking forward to be flagellated and crucified, aren’t we?
-Yes Master – Answers the fat Spaniard pushing his cock against his master’s hand – I want you to take care of me please!
-And how, my unfaithful whore, would you like be taken care? - John continues in a mocking voice – Would a hard flogging and some fucking be a suitable punishment for your infidelities?
-Yes Master…. – Amosad answers ashamed and aroused.

Paul and John untie their hands and bound their wrist to the manacles hanging from the posts. When they finish, both the American and the Spaniard are on their tiptoes with their arms stretched over their heads, ready for their scourging.

-And what would you say about nailing you naked on a cross and watching you trashing up there until you die? Would that be adequate for a dirty pig like you?
- Yes Master…- Everybody is listening to the dialog while both Masters finish the preparations and take their distances.
-I bet your tiny prick will be spurting more than once before you die. Would you say that you deserve that? Would you like that?
-Yes Master! - Shouts Amosad with a voice more and more agitated.
-So beg me! – Roars Master John.
-Master please, whip me hard and fuck me! I am your whore! Please Master Crucify me!-Amosad keeps shouting with deep lust in his voice.
-Don’t worry dirty faggot, I will! – Answers Master John. And at the same time, Master Paul and he, send the leather whips towards the bodies of Barbaria and Amosad for the first time.

The blows are strong and Barb yelps in surprise while she instinctively squashes her body against the stake. The searing pain leaves a hot trace on her skin and immediately the whip arrives another time making her gasp again.

-This is nothing compare with what I am going to feel today- she reflects – and that notion, and perhaps the drugs also, give her strength to take the punishment without screaming wildly. Just loud grunts and gasps mark every blow that she receives. She feels the rough wood of the post scratching the front of her body.

On the next post Amosad is also suffering the wiping provided by Master John almost in silence too. But his arousal hasn’t diminished with the punishment. On the contrary, he is lewdly rubbing his sex against the stake almost every time the whip reaches his body.

Barbaria feels her already high excitement increase with the observation of the fat Spaniard and she also presses, from time to time, her own pussy on the wood.

Both executioners hit both condemned in their buttocks and backs mainly, but the leather frequently coils around the bodies and the posts, grazing the sides of the man and the woman. After 25 lashes they are instructed to turn around and once they do, they start receiving the punishment on their fronts.
Barb’s breasts shake seductively under the whip, and often it is her pussy the target of Master Paul.
Amosad is so excited that he often thrust forward his sex to get the attention of the leather. Master John hit him hard every time, sending the condemned back to the post while howling in pain.

Once another 50 lashes have been delivered they are instructed to turn again face to the post, and in this position they receive the last part of the flogging.
Once they had their 100 lashes they are released.
Amosad’s loincloth is stained on the front with the results of making love to his punishment post.
-You dirty and unfaithful whore! – Master John mocks him – But don’t worry cerdo. Very soon you will be properly crucified and I am sure you will be spurting all around!

Both crucificands are taken by their Masters to the pile of patibuli were the carpenters are waiting to fit them with their crossbeams.
They both kneel on the ground and Barb’s is put on her shoulders secured with ropes to her stretched arms.
-I am ready to start my Via Crucis now- She tells herself – I am about to be led to my crucifixion. For real! I soon will be nailed to this beam! – She reflects terrified. But as happened so many times before, she realizes how incredibly horny she gets with the idea.
She looks to her left; Amosad is also tied already to his patibulum.
Master John gets behind him and puts aside the loincloth.

-Now Amosad, would you like to be used by your Master? – John asks.
-Yes Master! Fuck me please. I am your whore! Hard please, fuck me hard! - He begs. And laughing, Master John rapes him one more time.

Wow..Hot writing! Loved my part! :p
 
Many Thanks!
The end of the chapter:

Carlos, now licking a wet pussy, sees how they are led to take their places, kneel and loaded with their crossbeams. Without interrupting his task, he admires the two additions to the procession,
Barbaria, Eulalia, Gabriella, FatSlaveGirl and now Messaline and Judith. Knowing that soon he will be able to contemplate such a group of attractive women crucified naked, makes his cock stir and throb against his loincloth; Very painfully, because of the cords strangling his sex.
He is getting more and more excited as the moment of his crucifixion approaches.
Soon they will be all whipped and ready to proceed to the place of their execution. Soon he will be nailed on his cross.
Looking sideways at the posts on top of the knoll, he feels ready. Close to his destiny. To the end of his obsessions and insane craving.

He is no longer trying to understand himself. He has forsaken any pretense of sanity or dignity. He feels just the piece of meat that soon will join his cross and nails.
But at the same time he is sure that the moment he is nailed he will regret all these pervert fantasies and cry like a little girl begging to be released.
But of course it will be too late. It won’t matter. He is now convinced, he will die on his cross; as he deserves.

These meditations make him suck, lap and lick with such a rhythm, than the lady he is servicing cries loudly her pleasure pressing her labia hard against his mouth.

By now Roberta and Patrizio are already tied, hands raised up, to the whipping posts.
They are both excited and afraid of the pain that is going to be inflicted to them. But they also know, like the rest of the condemned, that in the end it will be for the better because it will shorten their agony in the cross.
Their Executioners, Mario and Sarah are excited too. For them it’s also a fantasy becoming real. They get the proper distance uncoil the whips, nod to each other and, once again, whips are sent cracking in search of bodies.
Like before, no matter how much the condemned crucificands try to prepare for the punishment, they get surprised by the intensity of the sudden pain. They jump and shout.
Also like their brother and sisters in cross, they settled down after the first strokes and somehow adapt to the pain.
Roberta is now able to look at her right and find her friend FSG.
The British lady is kneeling and supporting her crossbeam, but is looking at her in silent encouragement.
Roberta gets certainly a good deal of courage from her.
In fact, the whole group of crucificands is still experiencing some kind of lascivious reinforcement.
She also gets quite excited when she remembers her whipping contest yesterday. But what really excites the Canadian is the knowledge that soon she will be crucified next to her lover and friend.
Ordered to turn around to offer their fronts to the punishment, they obey, taking now care of adopting an erotic and alluring position.
They receive their fifty in the front and turn for the second time against the wood,
Roberta wishes she could rub her sex against the stake, but the only stimulation she can get it’s pushing her ample breast against the splintered wood.
The scourging finishes for them too and they join their cross mates and receive their patibuli; two more ready to be joined with their nails and crosses.
-Well Loxuru you are the only one left – the Headmistress declares merrily. But that is very convenient, since we have a surprise for you!

To be continued
 
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Wow..Hot writing! Loved my part! :p
Yes, I enjoyed mine too - I like the way Carlos is interpreting our characters,
pretty perceptively, if (at least in my case) a bit flatteringly -
thankyou for some fine flogging, tastefully delivered!
 
I have been absent for few days and now this splendid suprise ! Next part, important part.
I read impatiently but with attention ... focusing deeply on each character - on those whom I have to share my fate ... impatiently, because I knew that eventually I will be called and led to this whipping pole ...
Good description, great moments ...
Thank you Carlos
 
Patrizio

It's up to me, now it's up to me !!
I can't escape, I have no chance!
Mario and Sarah arrive, the master and the mistress, I'm here for me and for Roberta, who will be whipped with me.
She is pretty even if a bit stocky, while I am tall and thin.
Now they push us towards the poles.
Mario unties my wrists and fixes them to the handcuffs, he pulls my arms upwards so that my toes barely touch the ground.
Despite the fear, my cock is hard and turgid, I slam against it with the pole, even the chest feels the rough surface of the wood.
Mario looks at me with a mocking expression, he doesn't say a word, and I too don't have the strength to speak ....
I see Roberta next to me in the same position as me.
I close my eyes, I wait ..... I hear a whip and Roberta scream, after a few seconds another hiss .... Roberta still screams ....
The third hiss is for me, it comes burning on my back, I scream !!
Another one on the buttocks, and so on for 25 times !!
Back, buttocks, thighs and calves, nothing is left out, I am exhausted and it is only the beginning.
A look towards Roberta and I see that she resists better than me.
Now they make us turn around exposing the front of the body, Mario tells me: - Now it will be 50 shots !!! - and he laughs.
The first lash arrives on the abdomen at the level of the navel, then on the thighs, then again on the abdomen.
Now raise the shot and hit me on the chest below the nipples.
Then he takes aim and hits both nipples, one two three, four times !!
I scream again as my nipples turn purple.
It also affects the turgid penis under the loincloth.
I have blurred vision, tears run down my cheeks, I can't take it anymore .....
After the 50 lashes we are turned over, another 25 strokes on the back, I press the penis against the pole and look for an impossible masturbation.
I am exhausted when I get disconnected I fall on my knees.
I see Roberta looking at me, she is standing though aching.
I did not behave like the others, I do not have the will of others, for me the crucifixion, as other forms of torture were pure fantasies, is the perfidious Mario who forced me, who put me in this situation, and now I do not I have no way out .....
He makes me get up, tie my hands behind our backs again, then Roberta and I are led with the others.
I kneel down.
They put the scaffold on my back and tie my wrists stretching my arms well, then Mario forces me to suck his cock and swallow the sperm, after him 4 other men want to be satisfied in the same way, I don't react the least, I became an automaton , only my hard cock pressing against the loincloth makes me feel alive.
And tightening my thighs I get a splendid orgasm.
Sperm soaks the loincloth.
Mario laughs shamelessly.
 
Many Thanks!
The end of the chapter:

Carlos, now licking a wet pussy, sees how they are led to take their places, kneel and loaded with their crossbeams. Without interrupting his task, he admires the two additions to the procession,
Barbaria, Eulalia, Gabriella, FatSlaveGirl and now Messaline and Judith. Knowing that soon he will be able to contemplate such a group of attractive women crucified naked, makes his cock stir and throb against his loincloth; Very painfully, because of the cords strangling his sex.
He is getting more and more excited as the moment of his crucifixion approaches.
Soon they will be all whipped and ready to proceed to the place of their execution. Soon he will be nailed on his cross.
Looking sideways at the posts on top of the knoll, he feels ready. Close to his destiny. To the end of his obsessions and insane craving.

He is no longer trying to understand himself. He has forsaken any pretense of sanity or dignity. He feels just the piece of meat that soon will join his cross and nails.
But at the same time he is sure that the moment he is nailed he will regret all these pervert fantasies and cry like a little girl begging to be released.
But of course it will be too late. It won’t matter. He is now convinced, he will die on his cross; as he deserves.

These meditations make him suck, lap and lick with such a rhythm, than the lady he is servicing cries loudly her pleasure pressing her labia hard against his mouth.

By now Roberta and Patrizio are already tied, hands raised up, to the whipping posts.
They are both excited and afraid of the pain that is going to be inflicted to them. But they also know, like the rest of the condemned, that in the end it will be for the better because it will shorten their agony in the cross.
Their Executioners, Mario and Sarah are excited too. For them it’s also a fantasy becoming real. They get the proper distance uncoil the whips, nod to each other and, once again, whips are sent cracking in search of bodies.
Like before, no matter how much the condemned crucificands try to prepare for the punishment, they get surprised by the intensity of the sudden pain. They jump and shout.
Also like their brother and sisters in cross, they settled down after the first strokes and somehow adapt to the pain.
Roberta is now able to look at her right and find her friend FSG.
The British lady is kneeling and supporting her crossbeam, but is looking at her in silent encouragement.
Roberta gets certainly a good deal of courage from her.
In fact, the whole group of crucificands is still experiencing some kind of lascivious reinforcement.
She also gets quite excited when she remembers her whipping contest yesterday. But what really excites the Canadian is the knowledge that soon she will be crucified next to her lover and friend.
Ordered to turn around to offer their fronts to the punishment, they obey, taking now care of adopting an erotic and alluring position.
They receive their fifty in the front and turn for the second time against the wood,
Roberta wishes she could rub her sex against the stake, but the only stimulation she can get it’s pushing her ample breast against the splintered wood.
The scourging finishes for them too and they join their cross mates and receive their patibuli; two more ready to be joined with their nails and crosses.
-Well Loxuru you are the only one left – the Headmistress declares merrily. But that is very convenient, since we have a surprise for you!

To be continued
Lovely!
 
The hot, dry desert air quickly made the fog in the shower room dissolve.
We are ordered to stand in line again, and the guards start drying us, then they tie new ropes around our waist. Then they add the cloths between the legs and to the rope.
There is a curious excitement, of standing naked in a row with twelve other people, picked up randomly from places all over the world, to a remote desert resort, forced into a humiliating situation of not even be allowed to dry oneself and take on a simple piece of cloth.
Before he gets his loincloth on, the Headmistress apparently treats Carlos’ genitals with ropes, tying it firmly to keep him erect. Still standing naked, I suddenly got anxious that they will do something to me either, as a sanction for my escape plan last night. But I guess that would be the privilege of my owner, but she is nowhere around. Finally I got a rope and a cloth either. It feels like a relief to have a fresh loincloth at last. The shower did well either, and I feel fresh and ready to start another day.
Carlos seems to have special attention from the Headmistress. And although the treatment of his genitals gives him pain, he seems to get excited by it, and to submit to it with pleasure. Also Barb and Eul get particular attention from guards.
Finally, after our hands have been tied to our back, we march out of the shower room, we are led to the dining hall. We are lined up again, and then the Headmistress, threateningly dressed up, addresses us.

“All right, everybody listen up! The moment has arrived. Now you are going to be taken outside, back to the garden, in front of all our guests.
Your death sentences will be proclaimed; you will be whipped, loaded with your patibuli, taken to that knoll you have seen, and crucified.”
She pauses, while scanning our faces.

“Don’t fool yourselves this is what you always wanted. But it doesn’t really matter any longer. You will die nailed in your crosses either you want it or not. There is no way out. No turning back!
So don’t disgrace yourselves and try to maintain your composure.
Don’t beg; behave like ladies and gentlemen and you will be remembered.
You know you are hopeless and deserve the death on the cross.
But you can make your execution count. You may offer an unforgettable spectacle and give immense pleasure to your audience today and to the thousands that will watch your crucifixion in the future.
So die well and make us proud of you!”

The deepest silence follows the Headmistress words for a long minute.
Well, I think, this was a speech to send an army into battle! To make them march straight into enemy fire! Patton wouldn’t have done better!
But we will not be sent into battle, we are about to be crucified! We go to an ordeal we are told we deserve! And we are asked to submit to our ordeal heads up!
We meanwhile knew we came here for that!
But still, hearing it that way, confronts us with the reality, and leaves us shocked and speechless.
Then, the Headmistress nods to her husband, and Pete orders:

“In a single line. March!”
We march to the old gardens, where we are instructed to climb the front terrace steps and stand side by side facing the front lawn, where only two wooden posts remain.
All the guests are present. Several cameras are filming.

At the edge of the path that leads out of the compound the crossbeams are waiting for us. Farther away we can see, on top of the knoll, a group of vertical stipes also waiting for us. Against the sun, the view of these black death machines is even more grim.
The silence is total and the atmosphere charged and intense.

The Headmistress now starts reading from a clipboard.
“You all know that months ago we created the Group with a purpose.
Soon the behavior of some individuals caught our attention.
They were summoned to answer about their pervert and deviant behaviors.
Most of them, as you also know, turned themselves in yesterday in Sicily.
They accepted our authority, our ruling and signed the proper documents.
I will read now their names in alphabetical order:

Amosad
Barbaria
Carloscruz
Eulalia
Fat Slave Girl
Gabriella Sivilla
Judith
Loxuru
Messaline
Nudeboy
Patrizio
Roberta
Wikk

In the case of Judith, she is going to be crucified in order to fulfill a contractual obligation.
The sentence is the same for all of them and I will read the essentials now:

You have been found guilty of deviant conduct and sexual perversions, up to a degree well beyond redemption.
You are in consequence sentenced to death.
The sentences will be executed by crucifixion.
You will be immediately scourged, taken to the knoll 421 and put to death. You will be nailed to your crosses and remain there until you die.”

Still nobody speaks.
Thirteen condemned. Doomed because of a fantasy kink, we all shared, all unaware of each other, than by a virtual identity. We got condemned to experience our exciting fantasy for real, and we had been summoned to do it with dignity!
The silence is heavy and even solemn but everybody is aware of an intense sexual charge in the atmosphere.
Everything that happens, is taken on film. I hear, videos of our ordeal will be posted on the internet. I bet, they will be a success on CF. I wonder already about the comments they will get on the forum ( ‘Wish I was there too’).
Well, I AM THERE! Me and twelve others. It gives me the creeps about what is going to happen with us. I am anyway not sure about that dignity. I hope that these pills they gave us, will be a help in that.
I do not want to loose my face in front of these onlookers, which are actually, as deviant as we are.
More, I do not want to let down these other twelve fine people I will share the fate with. Somehow, I feel a little bit proud to be one of them. I am scared about what is going to happen, but on the other hand, I look forward to get crucified together with them. I still do not regret that I have not taken my chance, curiously.
At last the Headmistress turns to Pete and demands.

“Please, carry on!”

Pete nods and getting in front of the crucificands addresses them:
Masters Paul and John, armed with leather whips, are already waiting for us at the flogging stakes.

“You will now receive your whipping. But for the couples we will maintain the alphabetical order. Amosad and Barbaria, go to the stakes!”
Then she addresses the guards
“Remember gentlemen, punish them well, but try to avoid bloodshed. We want them to look good on their crosses.”.
‘Very considerate thought!’ runs through my head.

Amosad and Barbaria are manacled to their posts, hands high above the head. The manacles are attached so high, they both stand nearly just on their tiptoes. Then the whipping starts. They both shout, clearly surprised by the pain of the impact. But they soon regain their composure and undergo the whipping with a mixture of pain and excitement.

After their whipping, Amosad and Barbaria are led to where the crossbeams are waiting. Meanwhile, the next condemned are brought to the stakes : Carlos and Eulalia.
Again, both victims stand on their tiptoes. Hence, their bodies are stretched out, a lot, exposing them to the whip, offering little opportunity to dodge the force of the whip. But their stretched out bodies look very erotic indeed. The whipping starts. Like Amosad and Barbaria, they endure the torment well, apparently by finding support from each other, by keeping eye contact.

Fat Slave Girl and Gabriella are called up next. But then, the Headmistress changes the order, sends Gabriella back to the waiting line and calls Nudeboy, FSG’s lover, who is clearly excited he will get flogged together with her.
Another exciting spectacle develops in front of me. I get more and more surprised how they all take it? Another effect of the drugs? First, 25 lashes on the back, then 50 on the front, and then again 25 on the back. Altogether one hundred! How can somewhat stand that, and even more surprising, how can they all stand it that way?

My turn is coming closer. In the alphabetic order, I stand between Judith and Messaline, who will be probably flogged together, if the Headmistress sticks to her system. Next to Judith, there is only Gabriella. Will she and me be next?

Gabriella is called up, together with Wikk.
Another exciting show! Despite his own pain, Wikk is a great mental support for Gabriella!

Then follow, as expected, Judith and Messaline. Leaving behind Roberta, Patrizio and me.
During the whole torment Judith and Messaline both take their punishment, while maintain continuous eye contact encouraging each other without begging or crying; turning around when ordered.


Next are called up… Roberta and Patrizio.
They too look excited and afraid of the pain that is going to be inflicted to them. They too get surprised by the intensity of the sudden pain. They writhe, they shout , but after a while, like their predecessors at the stakes, they settle down after the first strokes and somehow adapt to the pain.
They too find support from each other.
The scourging finishes for them too and they join their cross mates and receive their patibuli; two more ready to be joined with their nails and crosses.
“Well Loxuru you are the only one left – the Headmistress declares merrily. But that is very convenient, since we have a surprise for you!”

A surprise? What surprise, I wonder, while I am escorted to the stake. I get it! Probably, my owner wants her revenge for my escape attempt last night, and for my rebellious behavior. Anxiously, but without resistance, I follow the guards, and let them attach my hands above my head with the manacles. These manacles hang rather high for my tally, so I stand on my tiptoes either. I feel my body getting stretched out, and I already imagine what an easy target I am for the whip. My belly rubs against the raw wood. The Headmistress points on it with her digit.
“Loxuru! You must go on a diet!” she says mockingly.
“I guess that’s why am here for!” I reply.
“Sure! We will take care of that soon!” she says.

Curiously, they let me wait. I look around, and see the empty pole. A pity, were are odd numbers, since I would have liked to have a partner at the other stake for mutual support.
Then, I hear the voice of my owner behind my back.
“Loxuru! Prepare for your surprise!” the Headmistress says.

(to be continued)

(with thanks to Carlos for allowing me to use excerpts from his episodes)
 
“You will now receive your whipping. But for the couples we will maintain the alphabetical order. Amosad and Barbaria, go to the stakes!”
Amosad and Barbaria are manacled to their posts, hands high above the head. The manacles are attached so high, they both stand nearly just on their tiptoes. Then the whipping starts. They both shout, clearly surprised by the pain of the impact. But they soon regain their composure and undergo the whipping with a mixture of pain and excitement.

Uh oh ... I hadn’t anticipated going first! Perhaps the bite of the lash won’t be all that bad. Ughhhh ... I am so stretched against the post ... little chance of avoiding what’s coming ... I close my eyes and grit my teeth ... OMG ... THAT HURT! GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
 
Patrizio

It's up to me, now it's up to me !!
I can't escape, I have no chance!
Mario and Sarah arrive, the master and the mistress, I'm here for me and for Roberta, who will be whipped with me.
She is pretty even if a bit stocky, while I am tall and thin.
Now they push us towards the poles.
Mario unties my wrists and fixes them to the handcuffs, he pulls my arms upwards so that my toes barely touch the ground.
Despite the fear, my cock is hard and turgid, I slam against it with the pole, even the chest feels the rough surface of the wood.
Mario looks at me with a mocking expression, he doesn't say a word, and I too don't have the strength to speak ....
I see Roberta next to me in the same position as me.
I close my eyes, I wait ..... I hear a whip and Roberta scream, after a few seconds another hiss .... Roberta still screams ....
The third hiss is for me, it comes burning on my back, I scream !!
Another one on the buttocks, and so on for 25 times !!
Back, buttocks, thighs and calves, nothing is left out, I am exhausted and it is only the beginning.
A look towards Roberta and I see that she resists better than me.
Now they make us turn around exposing the front of the body, Mario tells me: - Now it will be 50 shots !!! - and he laughs.
The first lash arrives on the abdomen at the level of the navel, then on the thighs, then again on the abdomen.
Now raise the shot and hit me on the chest below the nipples.
Then he takes aim and hits both nipples, one two three, four times !!
I scream again as my nipples turn purple.
It also affects the turgid penis under the loincloth.
I have blurred vision, tears run down my cheeks, I can't take it anymore .....
After the 50 lashes we are turned over, another 25 strokes on the back, I press the penis against the pole and look for an impossible masturbation.
I am exhausted when I get disconnected I fall on my knees.
I see Roberta looking at me, she is standing though aching.
I did not behave like the others, I do not have the will of others, for me the crucifixion, as other forms of torture were pure fantasies, is the perfidious Mario who forced me, who put me in this situation, and now I do not I have no way out .....
He makes me get up, tie my hands behind our backs again, then Roberta and I are led with the others.
I kneel down.
They put the scaffold on my back and tie my wrists stretching my arms well, then Mario forces me to suck his cock and swallow the sperm, after him 4 other men want to be satisfied in the same way, I don't react the least, I became an automaton , only my hard cock pressing against the loincloth makes me feel alive.
And tightening my thighs I get a splendid orgasm.
Sperm soaks the loincloth.
Mario laughs shamelessly.
Very exciting. Thamks a lot for your contribution!
 
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