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For me, this "Eric" never could understand what are our motivations ...
He's not in our world ...
He's a Prince ...
a prince of money who only can have what he desires by money, not by love ...

... what is it important in our lifes ? Ask for Judith, ask for me ...
Even into the worst situation, Judith and I can only stay joined by the great love which is linking us ...
I'm not crucified for this love, she's not crucified for this love but , even submitted to the same horrible pain, we stay in this love and we'll be staying for the Eternity ...
Please, put us into the same tomb and write on it :


Judith- LOVE -Messaline

... please, do that !!!
I Will! But the plan is theat we are all thrown together naked into the grave we helped to dig. Yu and Judith Will be side by side.
Any problema with that Messa?

Kisses
 
Again written by Piraland for me. Thank you so much.


With the night which is falling and the torches which were lit all over the field of the cross, the decor has significantly changed and must give us ghostly looks on our crosses.

If the decor has changed, our situation, apart from the fact that the sun's rays no longer burn our skin, has not really improved and the passage of time only increases the suffering that we all have to endure.

As far as I am concerned, I experience the worst difficulties in hiding from all the horrible pains which constantly cross my body.

When Aline came with this gentleman, I experienced all the trouble in the world to display a serene face and I am even afraid that they were not fooled.

Yes, I am considered as an indestructible woman and ready to face all possible and imaginable torments but I realize that my breastplate begins to crack to give way to a normal woman who suffers abominably and who waits until death comes the seek, come and take her hand to leave this world of suffering.

And suffering, let's talk about it!

If I was not impaled on this big "hooked" that fills my vagina I wonder if I would still be alive!
Indeed, although this huge dildo that tears my uterus to me causes permanent pain, it allows me to occupy a position in which I can breathe relatively normally.
Without that, I would have to constantly count on my arms and legs to hoist myself on my cross and try to get the maximum amount of air into my lungs before falling hung by my nailed wrists!

These desperate and terribly painful movements are called the dance of the cross.

At first, although the nails which pierce your flesh remind you constantly of their presence with each movement by flashes of pain, I got there relatively easily but, now, exhausted and cramped as I am, I do not would probably get there more and certainly choke.

My cross does not stop for a moment its work of wear and leads me inexorably towards my end.

Time passing very slowly only increases my suffering and I don't think I will ever see the sun rise again.

I fight, I fight but I feel my strength constantly decrease and my heart that I feel beat in my chest is gradually wearing out!

My end is near, my eternal rest imminent.
 
Honestly, I have the impression that the effect of my drugs has ceased and that I am about to reach the summit of my suffering.
Even my penis starts to fall back and my pains keep increasing.
In addition, not being initially planned as a crucified in power, I was not forced to follow like the others a very strict diet in order to avoid intestinal problems.

I know that all the muscles in my body are cramped and make me feel terrible pain, but here are my intestines claiming to empty and cause me additional new pain.

But how to get there with this hooker who smashes my anus?
How do I free myself from it ?
I have to focus, convince myself that I can do it, think:

"He knew it was impossible but he did it anyway!"

The moral force is sometimes stronger than the physical and allows you to accomplish miracles .

I am aware that I am entitled to only one try because I can not draw harder from my reserves to try the experience a second time.

I go there, I push on my feet, pull on my arms, exceed my limits and find myself victorious of this infamous dildo.

Just released from this plug, I can not retain the flow from my intestines and spreading directly on my buttocks, my scrotum and my thighs.
At the same time, my bladder is also unleashed releasing an impressive stream of urine.

People look at me, laugh, try to humiliate me but I have long since passed this stage of humiliation!
Nothing can humiliate me and, frankly, I have just satisfied natural needs!
In public, okay, but my crucified state doesn't allow me to go to the bathroom and do this in complete privacy.

The smell is very strong and, although my stomach is relieved, my other pains are still more than present and my breathing has automatically become very difficult.

How can I impale myself again to manage to catch my breath and not systematically suffocate?
I no longer have enough strength in my limbs to get to rise enough to present my anus at the tip of my hook.

In my head, my end has arrived,
I will not be able to resist for a long time and will die soon.
There is nothing more to do, I surrender, stop the fight!

Suddenly, a miracle occurs thanks to the arrival of Birgitt and Bjorn with a bucket of water and the miracle sponge.

Seeing the embarrassment that my dramatic situation causes me, Birgitt, sponge in hand, begins to consciously cleanse my thighs, ass and genitals, even allowing herself to take my cock in the mouth to try to restore some vigor.

That done, they each put themselves under one of my buttocks and lift me up until I can impale myself again on my hook !

Time to catch my breath and I thank them while telling them about the enormous thirst that bothers me terribly.
Birgitt, then, discreetly, rinses the sponge a little and presents it to me so that I can suck it.

This tarnished water seems divine to me and I am surprised that the Swedish woman puts in my mouth one of my pills that Monica had entrusted to her.
Accept it and risk a heart failure or refuse it and suffer in unimaginable pain the rest of my ordeal.
I opt for the first solution because I absolutely want to live my death as well as possible.

How much longer will my heart beat?
Who of my cross or my drugs will kill me?
I don't care, the result will be the same anyway.
 
I see Aline approaching accompanied by a man calling Eric, they look at me and Aline explains my situation, despite my suffering I can understand their words, and strangely, I feel excited by this interest in me, he looks at me intensely, look at my naked and exposed body, I would like him to touch me, but after a while they move away ...

Night is falling, fires and torches are lit, the glow illuminates the bodies of women and men nailed to their crosses, it must be an exciting sight because I see half-naked or totally naked people watching us as they mate almost wildly.

In the dark at least that cursed bird that stood on my cross has flown away, but the pain remains, and the cornu stuffed into my ass is damn painful.
The vital forces are abandoning me more and more, the breath is getting weaker ...
I have heavy eyelids, blurred vision, I am letting go ...

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I see Aline approaching accompanied by a man calling Eric, they look at me and Aline explains my situation, despite my suffering I can understand their words, and strangely, I feel excited by this interest in me, he looks at me intensely, look at my naked and exposed body, I would like him to touch me, but after a while they move away ...

Night is falling, fires and torches are lit, the glow illuminates the bodies of women and men nailed to their crosses, it must be an exciting sight because I see half-naked or totally naked people watching us as they mate almost wildly.

In the dark at least that cursed bird that stood on my cross has flown away, but the pain remains, and the cornu stuffed into my ass is damn painful.
The vital forces are abandoning me more and more, the breath is getting weaker ...
I have heavy eyelids, blurred vision, I am letting go ...

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Great pic!!!!!! :clapping:
 
I see Aline approaching accompanied by a man calling Eric, they look at me and Aline explains my situation, despite my suffering I can understand their words, and strangely, I feel excited by this interest in me, he looks at me intensely, look at my naked and exposed body, I would like him to touch me, but after a while they move away ...

Night is falling, fires and torches are lit, the glow illuminates the bodies of women and men nailed to their crosses, it must be an exciting sight because I see half-naked or totally naked people watching us as they mate almost wildly.

In the dark at least that cursed bird that stood on my cross has flown away, but the pain remains, and the cornu stuffed into my ass is damn painful.
The vital forces are abandoning me more and more, the breath is getting weaker ...
I have heavy eyelids, blurred vision, I am letting go ...

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Thanks a lot Patrizio. Intense and exciting!
 
I see Aline approaching accompanied by a man calling Eric, they look at me and Aline explains my situation, despite my suffering I can understand their words, and strangely, I feel excited by this interest in me, he looks at me intensely, look at my naked and exposed body, I would like him to touch me, but after a while they move away ...

Night is falling, fires and torches are lit, the glow illuminates the bodies of women and men nailed to their crosses, it must be an exciting sight because I see half-naked or totally naked people watching us as they mate almost wildly.

In the dark at least that cursed bird that stood on my cross has flown away, but the pain remains, and the cornu stuffed into my ass is damn painful.
The vital forces are abandoning me more and more, the breath is getting weaker ...
I have heavy eyelids, blurred vision, I am letting go ...

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Great pic indeed!:clapping: Such an orgy in front of our feet. We watch it from our crosses. Feeling sad we cannot take part of it? Or realising we are fully part of it the way we are, and that we are even the reason for it?
 
Were the spectators suddenly all stung by an insect that pushed them all to mix at the feet of our crosses and seem caught in a sexual sarabande that we inspired them by exposing ourselves to them completely naked, offering them our death in the worse of suffering.

The night that has just fallen has totally changed the appearance of our cross fields but really has not diminished the continuous suffering that I have to endure!

Quite the opposite, recently, I feel that my pain has increased terribly .
My body is now shaken with nervous tics that I can't control, as if my cramping muscles had become independent of me, as if each of them had a personal life!
Moreover, each of these involuntary movements sends me like painful electric shocks into the nooks and cranies of my body.

I don't think I'm the only one facing these pains that will crescendo in pain!

I see that Nicole hardly stirs anymore, her head bent over her chest, it looks like she's trying to recover but I rather feel that she is suffering the consequences for the insane flogging she asked for herself.

Pira, since the passage of the Swedes, seems to be a little better!
He told me that he had very annoying and humiliating intestinal problems but he was forced to remove the contents of his intestines.
I confess that, so far, I'm glad I didn't have any problems like this because I think it might be the only thing that would have really humiliated me!
I had to urinate several times but it seemed almost as natural as when my pussy was squirting during an orgasm.

Roberta, too, now seems to be in terrible pain!
Is the rock cracking, the physical and moral strength she has shown so far would be her letting go!
Her face begins to be marked more and more by the pain but despite this, she still manages to make me a smile and slip me encouragement.

I thank her and confide that the ailments I feel now reach a maximum stage but that I still do not regret having chosen the cross to end my days.

She replies that she doesn't regret anything either, but that as time passes and the pain increases, she waits impatiently for the moment of her death.

Yes, death will come!
Of course she's going to let us suffer again before we're carried away!

She is present and had to sign a pact with our crosses, a pact in which we can surely read that the cross has priority over her, that it is the cross that decides, that the real mistress-in-chief is the cross and nothing or anyone else.

Only our crosses have the right to life and death upon us
 
Evening was falling. The setting sun coloured the desert bright red.



My last sunset ever, it went through my head.

But in the agony I am, it would be a terrible ordeal to have to wait a full day to see the next one. The toll of being crucified becomes harder and harder. All my body is gnawing pain and strain. I am exhausted. But still, alive and fully realizing what is going on around me.

After the passage of Eric and Aline, Martha and me had exchanged no more words. We both were in a dark mood, apparently. It was then, when the sun had vanished behind the horizon, that I noticed Martha was hanging motionless, with her head bent forward. The last glow of twilight made it impossible for me to discern whether she was asleep (which I deemed almost impossible to sustain), passed out, or worse. I tried to discern some motion of her chest, indicating that she was still breathing, but it was too dark already, and I was too tired to even keep my head turned towards her, straining my wrecked neck and back muscles.

So I was left, In the darkness, virtually alone. To my left, Judith was spending the last possible moments of quality time with her lover Messaline. To my far right, now completely isolated between the silent Martha and the end of the line, was Patrizio. He was still alive, I heard him suffering. I figured he tried to make contact with me, but the distance between us was too large, and our spirits too worn out, to bridge the distance and make it a success. His position was not to envy, at the end of the row and no one he could exchange mutual support with. Finally, I have the impression he is letting go too.

As darkness had fallen, some guests had put on fires. They lit up the naked crucified. The flaring flames reflecting on the suffering bodies created a horrible and fascinating scenery. Patrizio”s slim body, Martha, motionless but gorgeous, beautiful Judith and Messaline, the other crucified further on. In the light of the burning fire, an orgy developed in front of our feet. Some of the guests threw away all modesty, and had sex, unsatisfiable sex. We watch it from our crosses. Feeling sad we could not take part of it? That such a kind of pleasure was lost forever for us? For them, we were only an exciting background, that stimulated their immense lusts. The moments I got seized by despair, the view of that orgy made me feel cast out, wasted, for not being able to join them. Yet, on the other hand, I was aware that we, crucified, were fully part of it, the way we were, and that we were even the epicenter of their lusts. They danced around, frisking around our crosses, playing catch-me-if-you-can. Touched our bodies, and then went on for another round of sex. No more exciting experience than being crucified as we were, and they, although fucking all night, could only approach our unique excitement. Their orgasms were just ‘little death’. We crucified were living ‘great death’.

Deep in the night, as the orgies had quieted down, Eric and Aline returned. They went to Martha’s cross. I heard Aline say :

“I am sorry, Eric, she is dead!”

In the fading light of the fires, I saw Eric looking at me. His face was so angered, he could have killed me with his eyes!

Somehow, I could not suppress a grin.

“Let him just hang and suffer!” Aline calmed him down.

They went away.

The dying fires, the dying crucified, slowly retiring into their own agony. The dark night. Martha gone! Cold and loneliness would be my part the next hours.

My whole body started shivering and trembling. And every shiver and tremble was torturing pain.

I wanted to sleep, but once I doze off, my head fell forward, waking me up again with a painful jolt.

Damn! Martha was dead!
 
Thanking Piraland for witting this on my behalf.

I just heard that we are only sixteen,
Martha has just left us!
So that's Lox already a widower!
He will definitely not have been married very long!

For my part, My situation is not very bright!
Despite the efforts I make to let nothing appear of the awful pains that cross my body, I have the impression that I am not luring anyone and especially not my neighbors who suffer as much as I do.

Of course, I speak with my friend FSG, I smile at Kathy and try to encourage her but I no longer have any illusions, I realize that my end is near and that I will not be long in coming to increase the total number of victims.

I try to apply myself, to forget my suffering by contemplating the dantesque spectacle which takes place in front of me!

A wind of sexual madness must have blown on the site because wherever my gaze arises, I see only tangled bodies, naked men and women who caress, intertwine, who participate in a gigantic orgy that we have in fact caused by our nudity and our suffering on the cross!

We have served as a detonator by unpacking people and allowing them to quench their impulses.

Alas! We can only watch and appreciate the sexual exploits of these people while hoping that they deign to take care of us from time to time and include us in their pleasures.

In our suffering, this spectacle allows us to think less of our torment by exciting and making us envy.

Right at my feet, a man has just ejaculated on a woman's face, sperm runs down her cheeks and nose and she sticks out a greedy tongue so that she can recover as much as possible.
She looks at me, sees my privacy glistening with cum that escapes from it and does not hesitate to intrude her tongue between my intimate lips while brushing against my clitoris.
Directly, this contact electrifies me and I try to arch myself to the maximum to facilitate the exploration of my intimacy.
Hot flashes invade me and make me forget for a moment my excruciating pain.
A man came to stand behind the woman and introduced a stiff cock deep inside her. I feel on my pussy the breath of the woman who increases and communicates to me the pleasure which invades and also wins me.
The man stiffens, lets out grunts of pleasure, withdraws from the woman and ejaculates in long jets on the back of his partner of the moment.
This, at the same time as me, is then shaken by a sympathetic orgasm.
We enjoy together before she smiles at me and turns to thank his invader by swallowing his cock still erect.

Sharp pains in my wrists and feet make me pay for the few minutes of pleasure I just spent.

Nothing has changed, I still suffer as much and maybe even more than before but I do not regret the orgasm that has just shaken me.

In fact, I hope it will not be the last but I must hurry because the clock of my life will not be long to strike the hour of my death.
 
For me, this "Eric" never could understand what are our motivations ...
He's not in our world ...
He's a Prince ...
a prince of money who only can have what he desires by money, not by love ...

... what is it important in our lifes ? Ask for Judith, ask for me ...
Even into the worst situation, Judith and I can only stay joined by the great love which is linking us ...
I'm not crucified for this love, she's not crucified for this love but , even submitted to the same horrible pain, we stay in this love and we'll be staying for the Eternity ...
Please, put us into the same tomb and write on it :


Judith- LOVE -Messaline

... please, do that !!!
Impossible, nothing is sure in this life, What could happen? You live in a dreamworld.
Prethink always what to do when your love has terminated.
Then you spare psychiatric support...
 
(Birgitt)

While a mad bacchanal takes place all over the site, the crosses have just made their second victim,
Martha has just died!
However, I thought she was much stronger and more resistant than others, but she was the one the big mower just chose to take.
I imagine that now, we must expect that, without stopping, the deaths follow one another.
I even wonder if there will still be a living crucified when the sun rises tomorrow morning.

I really want to review all these prisoners of the cross in order to see which ones seem the most fringing, which could still be present at dawn.

The walk is complicated because you must constantly avoid tangled bodies!
Avoid stepping on them and also avoid being dragged into their antics. It's not that I hate it, on the contrary, but I much prefer the crucified people who always continue to make me want and attract me,
I always hope to be able to join them and be like them nailed naked on a cross.

I arrive near Patrizio but I don't dare approach him too much because Mario, his master, watches over him very carefully!
However, he should no longer fear that he would escape because I can see signs of exhaustion on his face which do not argue in his favor!

Then come late Martha!
Dead, she looks soothed!
It must be said that she has finished suffering, that she has just been released from a burden very heavy to bear, too heavy to bear for her.
She has kept its beauty and, like an ancient sculpture, deserves to be exhibited in a museum.

Here I am now before the widower!
His suffering marks him more than the grief of having lost his partner!
I would like to offer my sincere condolences to him and, after all, what better way would I have to do so than by giving him a little tenderness in his very precarious situation.

With my left hand, I gently caress his testicles, mass them tenderly, lower myself and kiss them while starting to masturbate him.
It seems to please him and I accelerate the back and forth with my hand on his cock,
I lick it up and down, come back on his balls, swallow them one after the other!
I feel his breathing speed up, I see his belly contract and, while continuing to masturbate, I take his glans between my lips and tickles the foreskin with my tongue.
It is too much for him, his sperm comes and squirts in my mouth.
I was attentive to this divine moment and have not lost a drop!
I open my mouth to show him all his production before greedily swallowing and take in the mouth that cock that has just rewarded me with a wonderful gift.

The two lovers do not seem to be moving very much, their suffering must be very strong because they opted for pain rather than drugs!
Their crucifixion is therefore more realistic, more Roman and their heart should be able to resist longer, a near future will tell us!

Carlos, the man who loves women!
He was delighted to be crucified with all these women around him but now, fatigue and pain being constantly present, he would not prefer, despite an erection always present, to be in a position in which he could touch and stand let touch by all these females in heat!
Especially Christina that he hardly leaves his eyes since she was crucified.
Difficult to pin down and very difficult to know until when he will manage to resist his cross,
Which of him or his neighbors will be the last to give up?
Only god knows !

I am in contemplation in front of Carlos when I suddenly feel hands go astray on me, fingers which dig me and I am taken away by two women who lead me to their males.

I think I will continue my ride later because, despite myself, I want to be penetrated, to enjoy, to have fun imagining myself to be the victim of executioners who rape me before doing what I want. more, crucify me.
 
The torches and fires are being lighted, giving the naked bodies a hellish color quite adequate to the circumstances.

-Why the fact of being naked, nailed and exposed in a cross excites so much our sick minds? – Aline asks out loud – I don’t think I’ll ever understand…Come let’s look for a cot. You and me really need a good fuck…-she continues after a pause.


PART XXI

I have lost the sense of time. Hours ago, I think, I saw the Sun setting over the distant sea and I wondered if I would ever see it again.

During the night, lighted by the fires and the torches, our audience has embarked in an authentic orgy. They practiced all kind of sex while looking at our naked bodies thrashing on our crosses.

We enjoyed being their sexual object. I did, and I am sure everyone of the crucified did.

I am very weak now. My cock is limp and only the pain fills my mind. The end is clearly drawing close.

I look once again to Cristina´s cross. She looks so beautiful crucified!

After exchanging a long look with me, she looks down meeting her husband´s eyes and tells him:

-Pete, Love! Please carry on with my last orders…The rest is up to you…my Love…you are in command from now to the end. Please finish us properly.

-As you wish Darling – He answers with clear emotion in his voice.

He gets the attention of several assistants and impart his instructions.


With the same quick efficiency that has been the mark of the whole event, they proceed by groups to every cross still supporting a living body and setting ladders give each one of us water and the chance of getting a last dose of the drug.

Before retiring, they remove the cornus, leaving us hanging again from our wrist´s nails.

We won´t last long now.


I immediately feel the pain back in its full dimension. But at the same time, I sense the relief brought by the water and the amazing effects of the drug.

The pain is unavoidable. The breathing, extremely difficult.

But it´s clear that I am not experiencing the authentic pain of a real crucifixion.

It is true that I am nailed on a cross, naked. It is true that I am dying. It is true that I am being executed by crucifixion.

But also, I am convinced that without the multiple doses of the drug we were given, this experience would have been completely different.

Had we been crucified without any chemical help, I am positive that the only thing we could have think of, would have been the pain and the suffering. Only the terrible and constant torture would have occupied our minds.

But now I feel my excitation returning.

I am sure the arousal I experience again when I look at the naked bodies of the gorgeous ladies I am crucified with, would not have been possible without the drug.

The strong erection I have again, would not have been possible.

The sour sweet feeling of being exposed in such a shameful way to an audience, would not have been possible.

The satisfaction I am experiencing because I am being executed for the sexual pleasure of others, would not have been possible.

But the truth is that, even with the help of the drug, still there is quite enough pain left! The nails, the itching that can not be calmed, the muscles crumps, the lack of air…everything it’s an excruciating turmoil of suffering!

So, I feel really grateful for the marvelous drug.

I overheard a couple of guests talking close to my cross that its designer, is one of the guests that opted for crucifixion and he is now dying in one of the crosses to my left. Amazing…or perhaps not.

It is certainly a pity that such a wonderful drug has those lethal effects. But nothing is perfect.

I look down to the orgy that is still taking place in front of our crosses.

I see a couple of attractive women, almost naked, openly masturbating at the base of my cross while looking at me.

I am again feeling excited with my humiliation. I push on my feet´s nail straightening myself and arching my body forward. I inhale deeply and I try to wobble my cock up and down for the ladies. They notice and smile to me while getting closer to their climax.

I feel somebody caressing my side and I see Susan is still standing by my cross. We share a look of tenderness and lust.

I twist in my cross for her benefit.

-Am I pleasing you Susan? – I croak.

-Immensely Carlos! I will never forget you. Thank you for your sacrifice! – She says now tenderly caressing my cock with her hand.

I smile at her.

I look again at the scene in front of my eyes.


“…The flaring flames reflecting on the suffering bodies created a horrible and fascinating scenery...In the light of the burning fire, an orgy developed in front of our feet. Some of the guests threw away all modesty, and had sex, unsatisfiable sex. We watch it from our crosses. Feeling sad we could not take part of it? That such a kind of pleasure was lost forever for us? For them, we were only an exciting background, that stimulated their immense lusts…The moments I got seized by despair, the view of that orgy made me feel cast out, wasted, for not being able to join them. Yet, on the other hand, I was aware that we, crucified, were fully part of it, the way we were, and that we were even the epicenter of their lusts…No more exciting experience than being crucified as we were, and they, although fucking all night, could only approach our unique excitement. Their orgasms were just ‘little death’. We crucified were living ‘great death’. “


-Does it hurt Wikk? – The voice of Marlen, the gorgeous Mistress of Wikk reaches me over the sighs and moans of the participants in the bacchanal.

-Yes Mistress. It hurts a lot! - Answers Wikk.

-That is good my dear young man. It is the way it should be. Your suffering is our pleasure. You all submitted to the cross in order to suffer for us. That is your sacrifice.

-Yes Mistress – The crucified young man says in a weak voice.

Hearing such an exciting dialog, I look to my left and I am able to make out their crosses and Marlen, gloriously naked, standing in front of them.

Wikk´s cock is still hard and Gabriella´s beautiful body is probably responsible in a good part for that.

-Remember what Gabriella has said several times – Marlen continues -: My reason to accept the cross was to give pleasure (the most intense pleasure) to the men watching my execution.

-I love you Mistress! – He says, and turning towards his left he gets the Italian blonde´s attention and looking into her green-blue eyes he exclaims:

-Gabriella I am honored of being crucified and dying next to you. I love you so much too!

She smiles to him and her smile lights the crucifixion grounds during a magical instant.

I share all those sensations. I feel elated at being one of the main characters of this tragedy; of being used by the audience; of being sacrificed for their pleasure…

I also notice Barbaria wriggling on her cross. She heard also the exchange of words and got probably excited too because I see her trying to rub her thighs together.

I have no regrets even now. We all have to die someday.

I feel the wood of my cross scratching my bare buttocks. My cross, my nails…I feel one with them…I am crucified…at last and forever!


I again look at the Headmistress. She perfectly understood our sick minds and thanks to her, we are making true our pervert fantasies, living our deaths on the cross. The ultimate experience!

And then, she joined us.

I keep my eyes on her. I still find her absolutely gorgeous. And I am still surprised at the strength of the link that was stablished between us 46 hours ago in the island.

The moment I met her eyes I knew I wanted the cross, just to please her. And now we are both crucified, dying together!

She looks up at me and smiles. We will never fly again. Two pilots dying on the ground…Well, not quite. Our feet are above the ground.

Definitely I wouldn´t choose any other place, any other moment, any other company, any other cross to die!

I am all right here. I look again left and right of the line. I see the naked bodies of Messaline, Barbaria, Judith, Eulalia, Roberta, FSG, Gabriella, Nicole…I am in love with every one of the ladies…

I wish I could slowly lick and kiss their pussies, comerles el coño despacio a todas. I would die for any of them and I have been granted the privilege of dying crucified with all of them!

Not much longer now for the total fulfillment of our biggest fantasy and ultimate perversion!
 
Dear friends,

First of all, I hope you are in good health.

As I have already mentioned, I think it is about time to finish this thread.

Also, I think it deserves a good end.

I am posting the next part. Part XXI. Probably I will only post one more. My last.

As you know, my general plan was:

During the night most of the guest stayed with us and a sexual orgy takes place in the crucifixion grounds, in front of us.

Fires were lighted and we suffer through the night with nothing special to remark.

One hour before dawn the Headmistress gives her last orders.
As planned, the cornus are removed and we are given water and a last dose of the drug (If we want), a variant this time that will assure our death in a period of approximately one hour.

This and the extra punishment of hanging again from our nails will shorten our ordeal.
We will die all, few minutes apart, with the first rays of the Sun lighting our crosses.

If you are in the mood and still interested in this thread, I would ask you one last contribution:

To prepare a last post, describing your feelings, your arousal, your regrets, your death or whatever you choose.

If at any moment you had enjoyed this thread, please help me to give it an end worth of these 23 moths of efforts!
I would be really happy if each one of the crucificands (the real ones) would post one last time.
PLEASE!!!!!

Thanks a LOT in advance!

Carlos

Perhaps it will be better if you let me know about your contribution so I can coordinate those last posts!
Thanks again!
 
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After Martha had been declared death, and a calm had fallen around us, I got lost in thoughts. So, technically, I was a widower now. Not for long anymore, for sure.

Looking up, at the stars. The last time I would see them. The previous night – it seemed an age ago – I had envisaged to escape, using the Polar Star as a beacon. It is still there, over the horizon. Yet this time, it is useless for me! Nailed as I am, there is no more escape.

I let my memories drift back to the events. For sure, this event was not an adventure game for television. It was reality. It has been recorded on numerous private cameras. I wonder what of it will soon become public? On the dark web, on social media, on CruxForums? Perhaps one of the guests will add a reel to it? I imagine again a camera crew walking around here, going from cross to cross, lighting it with a spot, and a reporter meanwhile giving comments :

“It is now late in the night! Without doubt this has been an exceptionally exciting day, for the guests, who got aroused by the spectacle, for the crucified who, despite their pain and humiliation, lived their suffering, their being an object of lust for the guests, and experiencing their shared fate, as a never ending fulfilment of their darkest and highest desires! But now, a strange quiet has fallen over the crucifixion hill. Some of the crucified have already passed away. The others will likely so, before sunrise. Each of them seems to be retiring more and more into her or his thoughts. There is the pain and the physical and mental exhaustion, that drives them into silent isolation. Their motions have calmed down. Some are heard moaning, a few still try to make contact to a fellow crucified, but their words are weak, and mostly remain unanswered. We all wonder what goes on inside their heads. Satisfaction? Despair? Fear? Regrets? Acceptance? We shall never know!”

Soon we will be dead, and then our naked bodies will be thrown in to a common grave. We shall be buried, piled up against each other. An entangled mass of naked flesh against naked flesh. Hopefully, they lay Martha on or next to me. Although I realize, that it will be something we will never live, that it will be beyond any experience for us, the thought of it gives me another (a last?) rush of arousal.
 
The idea is to write an open story with the following general plot:
There are some very rich people ready to pay a lot of money for attending to a real crucifixion. A Group is going to organize it for them and they use our Forum for recruiting people for the crosses; I am one of the members contacted.
I receive a personal message offering me one of the crosses and summoning me to show up in a place at a precise hour on a certain date. They know a lot about my craving and obsession for crucifixion.
For reasons that I will explain in the story, in spite of harboring strong doubts I accept and show up.
As you can imagine, there are many chances that I will end up crucified in front of a bunch of strangers. But I hope mine won’t be the only cross.
The Group organizing the crucifixion sends also messages to a certain number of members of the CruxForums. Several of them, men and women, would accept and we will be crucified together.
Perhaps some of you could be interested in reserving a cross for the event.
If so, I hope you could write your feelings and post them in the thread as the story develops.
I would like to explain also that if you have read other crux stories by me, you will find many similarities, even repeated paragraphs. It can’t be otherwise because I describe my main fantasy. The way I wish to be crucified.
But let me explain a couple of things first, before we start the story:
I will begin stating that since I can remember, the idea of being publicly nailed naked in a cross is incredibly exciting for me. Much more if I am crucified with other men and women and the audience is enjoying the show. I cannot understand why, but the fantasy is very strong.
And I discovered with some relief, many years ago, that other men and women share my fantasy.
Some of them have experienced some sort of crucifixion in real life. Some members, I believe, have had even narrow nails through their hands.
In my case, my only option has been to go to SM parlors. There, I have been tied several times to crosses made of metal tubing. They had a foot rest, so I never experienced the authentic pain of crucifixion.
My Mistresses would flog me and typically the sessions would finish with a hand job while still on the cross.
But one day, one of my mistresses went way out of the script. She was an attractive and generous young woman and she liked me. And perhaps got very excited herself, because after giving me a good whipping, she put a stool in front of the cross and removed the rests of my loincloth. She climbed up and impaled herself on my rock hard cock. She embraced my cross and me tightly and started to move slowly on my shaft while whispering in my ear how much excited she got seeing a man crucified for her pleasure.
She continued until both of us exploded in one of the most intense and powerful orgasms of my life.
It was absolutely incredible and I will never forget her.
This is my whole experience in crucifixion.
Excuse this digression, but back on my explanation, obviously nobody is crazy enough to take this fantasy of ours to the end: nails and death (or at least I don’t know of anyone asking to be crucified for real). We want to live, and the price for living our dream is too high.
But I must confess that if it were possible to be crucified for real, with nails piercing my wrists and feet, without dying or suffering permanent damage I will probably do it,
Especially if I knew that the public would enjoy my humiliation and pain. I would take the cross for the sexual pleasure of others. I know it’s crazy but I think I would do it and perhaps even get very aroused on my cross.
But as I said, crucifixion is death, and I want to live. We, thank God, are not crazy or pervert enough for that. We are capable of separating fantasy from reality. And I am, by no means, encouraging any unsafe practice,
Returning to the fantasy realm. Let me start the story.
What if…?:
I did it once...never again! I do hope yours is just a story?
 
Nicole

It's unimaginable what a little fresh water can do with it!

At the same time, I accepted the drug supplement that I was offered because I would like to live my death as best as possible!

In addition, I do not want my libido to decrease and always want to be ready to suffer the sexual assaults that some spectators might give me.

But! What are these men doing?
They push my butt up and remove the hook I'm resting on!

"We're sorry, they tell me, but we're instructed to remove all these hooks!
You will now have to do without it."

I realize that my end will be even closer than I thought!

Without being able to rest on this dildo and breathe almost normally, I will have to resume a much tougher fight against my cross and I do not know completely how long my members will be able to allow me to survive thanks to them!

Directly, my crucifixion has changed!

No longer having this saving support, I resume my dance on the cross!

Push on my feet, pull on my arms, look for oxygen, fall back abruptly and start the same very painful operation all the time.

I couldn't even remember that my wrists and feet crossed by these huge nails could make me suffer so much!

And to think that all over the cross field, people are sending themselves into the air thanks to us, to our nudity completely exposed, to our suffering which must excite them terribly.

I must say that my vagina does not stop flowing and that I would gladly welcome all the gestures of spectators towards me!

Drugs are for many in my sexual desires and my libido is very exacerbated but I believe that their most important action is to allow me to resist the pain that increases constantly .

Of course, these drugs won't treat the cramps that attack all the muscles of my body, but they still help.
For how long?
A few hours, maybe more, maybe less!

As long as my heart beats in my chest, I will resist and fight with all my strength against my cross, against my death.
 
Since my last mishap on my cross, I feel much better!

Well placed on my hooker after having been able to empty my intestines and having also received an additional dose of drug from Birgitt, I tell myself that I am ready to face the hours to come optimistically unless of course my heart never lets go.

My penis is still erect and waiting for a charitable soul to deign to take care of it.

In short, everything is for the best in the best crucifixion, I suffer and I will die but I feel good as I am, happy to be nailed naked on my cross, to fulfill my fantasy with all my crucified companions like me.

A certain effervescence seems to be manifested on the site near Christina, the master of the crosses, and, immediatly, guards are moving towards the sixteen crucified still alive.

On our wing, Nicole is the first to be visited!
They give her a drink, that's a generous initiative, offers her a drug supplement and, my God! Take away her horned!
This is the beginning of the end, the surest way to accelerate its end!

Here they are now coming towards me, watering me abundantly and offering me pills that I refuse since I have just swallowed a dose, a supplement would probably kill me.
Then comes this crucial moment, they deprive me of my anal support.

Directly, I find myself hanging by my nailed wrists which has the gift of immediately waking up the pain caused by these steel spikes passing through them.
I push on my feet but when I manage to hoist myself up a little, pain reminds me that they too are nailed.
I would like not to move but it is essential that I manage to capture oxygen if I do not want to suffocate quickly.

This infernal sarabande will last until my members will be no longer able to allow me to move, when they will be again trapped by cramps which will not be long in coming back.
Aside from breaking our limbs, removing our hooks is the surest way to quickly lead us to death.

A new and final stage has therefore begun for us!

There will soon be more than corpses on the crosses.
We wanted it, desired it, we decided to go to the end of our fantasy and die on our crosses in excruciating pain!
It's in progress, the show is coming to an end, the final curtain will soon fall on our lives.
 
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