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A Dream That Came True - A Story In 8 Chapters

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Dear folks. This is my new story, written in 8 chapters. This time I did not the translation. Our dear and fantastic EULALIA did the job. She „googelised“ the german thing and as a natural speaker she could „clean“ that not-so-good-translation put into a real good one.


Thank you Eulalia.



And now I hope you all will enjoy this story.






A Dream that Came True: Chapter 1


It was Sunday June 16 in the year 2219, seven o’clock in the morning. The spring sun was still low above the horizon as Julia set out. She walked out of the small town she lived in. A hovercraft glided with a soft humming through the cloudless sky. Along the road she encountered several hovercars riding above the ground.

At the edge of the town Julia turned onto a narrow dirt track. She was heading towards the small parking place for ramblers in the forest. With every metre closer to the rendezvous, her heart beat harder and her knees grew weaker.

I must be crazy, she was thinking. She felt ever-growing fear in her heart. Yet, at the same time, she was aroused with anticipation. Hadn‘t dreamed of just this for years? Hadn‘t she always nursed this burning desire? Yes, I have, she told herself, I really want to experience it, today is my chance! But she was afraid. Fear, she knew, was a necessary part of it. And it would also involve pain.

She turned into the forest and there in the parking-place was the van, a Taurus F1200. Julia heard the float-turbines of the hovercar humming softly. So they‘d kept their word, the Magnificent Seven, that’s what she called the seven men she‘d met on the Darknet.

She’d previously just surfed on the 3D Holo-Web, but then someone had given her the tip about the Darknet, an almost unknown niche in the global computer network. At first Julia had had problems finding the way. On the Darknet there were no Webcams, no 3D, nothing of what was she was used to, only a black screen with white letters. Here you could only write. It was completely outdated, like two hundred years ago when the global computer network had just begun.

But here Julia had found the men who would help her make the greatest dream of her life come true. Heart pounding, she approached the buzzing hover-van.

A man with a mask over his head got out and opened the rear doors. He made a summoning gesture, Julia swallowed hard, took a deep breath, then got in. The man closed the door behind her and she was sitting alone in the dark. The vehicle set off, she heard the roar of the turbines and felt the vehicle lift off the ground and begin to float.

Oh my God, thought Julia, oh God! She was mad with excitement, she was afraid, but she also felt strong desire and eager anticipation. They’d come, they’d do it, just as they’d discussed it in the chatroom.

Ever since Julia had come of age she‘d hung around on the Darknet in various BDSM forums as she’d long wanted to, until she’d found a few guys who were willing to do her a special favour, men who were willing to fulfill her her greatest desire.

Eight of them had finally come together – David X, Flogger33, Jeremias, Nightlight, Turkey45, Jimmy, Moon Wolf and Julia herself, under the pseudonym Nightgirl. In private chat they’d discussed everything down to the smallest detail and agreed the arrangement.

Julia had picked the location - her old school at the edge of the city. It lay behind a high wall in the middle of a park, and at the weekend there was no-one there. The caretaker who used to live there with his wife, in the small gatehouse at the entrance, had moved into the city as they were expecting their first child. No-one would be there, there was no automatic monitoring at this school, no cameras, and certainly no robotic guard. The school grounds would be completely deserted. Just right!

The craft stopped. Julia heard something clink and then squeal as a metal gate opened. Moon Wolf had kept his word, somehow he’d acquired the access control for the gate. The hovercar floated into the school grounds. Another clink closed the gate. Then there was just a short drive to the gym, that’s where it must happen, that’s where Julia's great dream was to come true, a dream she’d dreamed since she was a little girl, a dream that made her shiver with pleasure, but with terror too.

The car stopped and sank to the earth, the turbines shut down, the door swung open. Seven men in camouflage uniforms, with masks over their heads, stood looking in at Julia. Her heart was beating in her throat. She could still pull out, she change her mind - this was her last chance. The men waited in silence. They were patient, t.hey knew how difficult this decision was for her. She wanted to experience something wonderful but at the same time terrible. They fully understood her hesitation .

Julia closed her eyes. She took a deep breath. Then she opened her eyes and got out of the vehicle. As she got out she saw all the stuff in the van: cameras, tripods, tools - and the two wooden beams! She had to swallow hard.

One of the men came up to her.

"Are you ready?" His voice was only a faint murmur, she couldn’t tell if it was dark or cheerful. She nodded. Again she swallowed .

"You want to do it, Nightgirl?" The man peered at her through the narrow eye-slits in his mask. Again his voice was only a faint whisper, " You have to say it."

"I want it," said Julia, before her courage fled. She turned around and crossed her wrists behind her back, just as they‘d arranged it in the chatroom. She felt her a rope being placed around her wrists, her hands bound behind her back. A whimpering sound broke from her throat, no turning back now. They’ll do it even if she begs for mercy. No turning back, too late for that now.

Julia felt as if her knees made of rubber, she was afraid she was going to stumble. The men noticed, two of them gripped her as they led her into the gym. Again Moon Wolf used a special access code, in less than ten seconds the door of the gym was open, they entered .

Julia could scarcely see anything. Her heart was beating fast and her eyes struggled to recognize details. Now fear dominated, bt still she felt desire and an irrepressible excitement. It would happen, here and now, in this gym with its polished wooden floor and the high windows.

Someone turned on the overhead lights, it was bright in the hall. Julia saw the polished wooden floor. The old school outside the city looked exactly like it was two hundred and fifty years ago when it was built. In the classrooms the furniture was still made of oiled wood, and the floor of the gym was wooden too. That was unusual for the year 2219, most schools now have floors made of specialised synthetic materials.

The two men let Julia go, she couldn’t run away now, someone had locked the door of the gym behind her. Anyway, where could she go, with her hands tied? And ... she didn’t want to run away. She wanted to stay here and experience it. She wanted to see her greatest dream come true .

All the same she was beginning to shake all over as she watched the men making preparations. She saw how they screwed the two large beams together, there were mortice-slots where they fitted exactly into each other. Screws were screwed in and tightened. One man pulled something out of the floor - underneath was the socket into which a leg of a gymnastic exercise-frame could be inserted. The upright beam of the structure that had the men screwed together would fit exactly. This had all been previously planned.

Julia was watching the men as they worked. They spoke not a word. They put set up tripods and mounted video cameras on them. Now it was time, they approached Julia. One of them took off her bondage.

"Take off your clothes, Nightgirl ," commanded one in a low whisper. Who was that? Turkey45? Flogger33? Or David X ? Julia had no idea.

She tried to get her clothes off, but she started to tremble so with excitement that she couldn’t. The men all took hold of her and stripped her. Julia kept silent, her heart was beating wildly, she was trembling all over. They turned her around and led her, naked as she was, to the wooden construction that lay on the floor. It was a cross.

She saw the hammer lying on the ground, and the nails - four large, long nails. Her breathing was irregular, she was afraid she was going to start hyperventilating. Today is June 16 in the year 2219. Today is the day when I will be crucified. It‘s going to happen! They’re going to do it! Oh Lord! Oh my God! What have I done?

It’ll be too long! Far too many hours! I should have said Sunday evening, ten clock in the evening at least, even midnight! That would have been more than enough time to half past seven on Monday morning!

But there was no turning back for Julia. She herself had requested it in the chatroom, from Sunday morning at eight clock until Monday morning when the caretaker would come to school and make his rounds. He‘d find her and deal with releasing her. That long she had to endure, whether she wanted to or not.

They led Julia to the cross. Without any need to use force, the men sat her down on the cross. If she’d tried to defend herself they’d have held her wit ha grip of iron, Julia knew that, it had all been agreed. She felt the smooth wood under her buttocks and her spine, a shiver ran down her back.

One of them pressed her feet down slightly. The footrest, the piece of wood on which her soles were resting, was slanted downwards, it offered no support as yet - but as soon as her feet were nailed, it would provide more than enough.

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Julia was lifted up again and stood on her feet. Two of the men set about the final preparation of the cross. They screwed the footrest to the upright. Then she pushed the cross into the position where it would drop into the hole in the floor. They tied two ropes to the horizontal crossbar, and placed two poles ready to be pushed by two men from behind as the cross was raised, while the other two would pull on the ropes. One of them went to the stands that were positioned in a semicircle and turned on the cameras .

Then all seven of them stood looking at Julia. One nodded toward the cross. She began to tremble, it seemed so far, her knees felt weak as she walked towards the cross. She lay down on her back spread her arms apart. Four men held her, one on each wrist and ankle. Two men picked up hand-held cameras and switched them on, they would record Julia’s crucifixion. The sixth picked up the hammer and the nails.
 
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Then all six of them sttod looking at Julia. One nodded toward the cross. She began to tremble, it seemed so far, her knees felt weak as she walked towards the cross. She lay down on her back spread her arms apart. Four men held her, one on each wrist and ankle. Two men picked up hand-held cameras and switched them on, they would record Julia’s crucifixion. The sixth picked up the hammer and the nails.

They are the Magnificent Seven, but seems like there are only six of them. All six stripped Julia, which is hard to visualize because they'd have to be really tightly crowded around her. And then in this last paragraph, there are four holding her down, two with cameras, and a sixth, which is really a seventh. How many guys are there?

I like the story, 200 years plus in the future, where you can really use your imagination to describe what that world might be like. Looking forward to the next chapter.
 
A dream comes true – chapter 2

(written by Sassi and translated by great Eulalia)

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This is it, she was thinking, now they’re going to do it! She felt panic rising. It’ll be all right, she told herself, no matter how badly I get hurt, in the Auto-Doc unit I’ll recover very quickly. We live in the year 2219. When Uncle Jonathan had his accident, lost all his left forearm, he spent a month in the Auto-Doc and the arm was perfectly fine again. Don’t worry, Julia.

But these thoughts didn’t manage to suppress her ever-increasing anxiety, she was terrified now it’s happening, close to panic. And yet she felt under the icy fear an immensely strong arousal.

She felt something cold and heavy on her left wrist . She turned her head and saw the masked man set the tip of the nail on her wrist, he raised the hammer...

Julia stiffened with fright, now it’s happening! she thought, excited and scared at the same time, now it’s happening! I'm being nailed! She pressed her eyelids tight together, as if that way she could shut out what was happening, her body felt gripped, rigid. Now! she thought, now!

For what followed, Julia was quite unprepared. She heard a loud click, as the hammer struck the head of the nail. Then the nail shot into her wrist, she felt the thick steel pin drilling into her wrist, already deeply penetrating with the first hammer-blow. An explosion of fiery pain shot through her entire forearm.

She let out a loud gasp, opened her eyes wide, then her mouth, and screamed shrilly. Again the nail was struck. With an almost juicy CRUNCH it penetrated deeper into her wrist. The girl screamed like a stuck pig, the pain was atrocious, she’d never imagined how much it would hurt.

At the third stroke of the nail went through her wrist and finally buried itself into the wood of the cross-beam. Julia watched the masked man as he went on knocking with the hammer to drive the nail deep into the wood. Each hammer-blow rang through the entire cross, she felt the tremor under her buttocks and her shoulders.

Julia screamed, her trunk reared up, strong hands held her fast. She watched as the man went on hammering the nail through her wrist. She saw and felt the nail-head beaten down onto the joint, pressing it against the wood of the bar. She heard the hammer-blows. She was gasping, breathless.

The man with the hammer stood up and walked to the other side of the cross. The two guys with the hand cameras were filming diligently. No! No ! Julia wanted to scream, stop! I can‘t stand it! It can’t go on! Really not! I take it all back! But she managed just meaningless babble.

Already she felt the tip of the nail tip on her right wrist. She saw the man lift the hammer. Julia stiffened. The first hammer-blow drove the nail almost completely through her wrist. She shrieked, she yelled with all her might. With the next blow the nail went completely through the joint and rammed into the underlying wood. She squealed shrilly.

She lost control of her bladder, her back arched and it bubbled out in a wild, spurts from her vulva. She screamed and cried while the nail was struck deeper into wood and her wrist was inextricably fixed to the beam.

The men let go of Julia. She wanted to move her arms, she couldn’t, the nails held them, the cruel nails. She was sobbing and crying. She saw the man with the hammer kneeling down at her feet. He’s kneeling in front of me, he’s kneeling in front of me! she thought, he’s.kneeling in front of me to inflict even worse pain!

The man gripped a nail and put on Julia's left foot, right at the middle of the instep. He raised the hammer and struck the head of the nail.She watched in disbelief as the nail is drilled into her defenceless foot. She felt the nail driving through her foot as the man struck several times with the hammer. It took four strokes before the tip of the nail penetrated through her sole.

Again Julia yelled. The pain was indescribable. Again pee bubbled hot from her abdomen. She heard the loud ‘tack-tack’ of hammer blows. She felt the vibrations of the beats through her whole body, but especially in the nailed foot. She felt her foot being pressed firmly against the wood of the footrest.

Already the hammer-man was placing the remaining nail on her other foot. Julia gritted her teeth when he struck for the first time on the nail head. To her surprise, she actually managed to let out no more than a violent gasp, as the nail went through her foot and dug into the wood underneath.

Julia groaned loudly, but she didn’t cry. Her eyes filled with tears, but they didn’t flow. She thought to herself in amazement, I’ve endured it! I’ve borne it! She felt something like pride rising up in her. I haven’t begged for mercy, I didn’t scream – I’m strong!

She felt her wrists firmly pressed firmly against the wood and, like her feet, tightly attached to the timber. She could raise her heels slightly and turn her feet, but she was inextricably joined to the wood of the Cross, she couldn’t possibly get away from it alone, it would need a special tool to free her.

It was an incredible feeling, a unique sensation. Julia was in pain, but she lay quite quiet on the cross. She was panting and breathing heavily. She was tearful, but she didn’t cry. The men allowed her some time to immerse herself in her situation. Then two of them took hold of the ropes, and two others went to the head of the cross where the poles were lying, ready to raise the cross .

Julia felt a jolt through the cross, here we go, she thought, they’re hauling me up! They did, it went surprisingly quickly. With a swing, the cross pulled up, the girl’s body straightened. Down below there was a jerk, then the upright beam dropped with a thud into the supporting slot for the gymnastic frame. Julia was shaken violently. Now the cross was standing upright.

Fierce burning pain shot through her wrists and feet. Julia screamed, then began gasping frantically, wildly, she wanted to scream but she couldn’t, the pain was so bad that it took her breath away. She was panting in short, sharp breaths, struggling to get enough air. Then she lifted herslef up, began to scream, she couldn‘t help it, the pain was unbearable, it was utterly impossible. Never in my life would I have thought that crucifixion could hurt so much!

"Let me down! " she yelled, "let me down quick! I can‘t stand it! No-one could bear this! For heaven's sake let me down!" The men down below her in front of the cross didn‘t move. They had stepped behind the semicircle of cameras. They‘d pulled the ropes off the transverse beam and parked the poles behind Julia on the floor.

"For heaven's sake, let me down!" she shouted, "I'm serious! I can‘t endure a second longer, it hurts so much! Lower the cross back down on the floor!" She began to cry. She was yelling with all her might. "Come on," she shrieked, "get me down! I mean it! I can‘t cope with it it! Release me! Please! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease!"

But the six men didn’t lift a finger. Julia cried and cried. She hadn’t known it would hurt so much. She begged and implored incessantly. She even begged the men to call the police. "You can say you were out for a walk and you heard screams," she gasped, "they’ll send a robot patrol and find me and rescue me. Please call them! Please!"

Julia was writhing in pain. She‘d read about it, how those who were crucified were overcome by agony on the cross. She‘d wondered how that happened. Now she knew. It was Mr. Pain. He forced them to keep squirming on the wood. She couldn‘t keep still for a moment. Mr. Pain was forcing her to squirm like a worm.

Although she knew very the men wouldn’t let her down, she went on begging and screaming and crying, I want to be freed, please, please! She was regretting bitterly what she’d done. It was unbearable, it was impossible to endure such pain for a moment, let alone for many hours. Nothing had prepared her for this monstrous torture.

Julia was whining, screeching, howling like an animal. She’d never have thought that a human could experience such tortures. She was squirming, shuddering on the cross, her naked body glistened with a thin varnish of sweat .

She looked at the cameras focused on her, the men recording her naked body writhing on the cross, taking photos of her, filming her, cameras were recording everything, even a drone-camera was circling around the cross, fliming her in close-up.

Again and again she begged them to spare her, she couldn‘t help it, pleading for the men to release her. It was impossible for this gruesome agony to last a minute longer, quite impossible to endure such pain for a whole day and a whole night, that was not on, really not. Again and again she stammered that. Again and again she begged them, but no-one listened to her pleas.

The men who’d crucified Julia were standing below her gazing silently, enjoying the sight of her writhing body and its torments. They liked the way she wailed and screamed, her sobs and pitiful pleading was pleasing for them, this was the reward for their labor, their wages for making her great dream come true.

Dream! Oh, God, some dream! This is a nightmare, thought Julia. She tried to escape the severe strain on her wrists by pressing down through her legs, but the nails in her feet gave her enough grief to stop that.

For a moment Julia hung quite still on the cross, while the impossible pain filled her completely.It just can’t be true that four simple nails can cause such pain, she thought. She felt new panic rising at the thought that before her stretched twenty-four hours of agony, yes, twenty-four hours!

I'm nailed, I can‘t defend myself against it, she thought frantically, they aren’t going to let me down! They‘ll leave me hanging up here! I can‘t get free, I have to bear it entirely, twenty-four hours! Oh God, I can‘t!

Julia began trembling, and again started writhing on the cross. It was a dance - a dance of pain, pain she couldn‘t get used to, as she‘d always imagined she would, it was completely impossible. She saw the horror that stretched before her.

For a while she went on squirming, panting, on the cross. She was crying out without ceasing, but not weeping. She breathed in sharp gasps, trying not to jerk about too much. Maybe she could make it a little less painful - calm down, don’t fidget, don’t twist, keep still... But to no avail. Soon she began to squirm again and roared in despair. She was experiencing unimaginable torment, pain no-one could truly bear, it was unspeakable.

Down below her on the floor, the men were arranging their cameras, along with the ones they left standing on tripods. The batteries would last for hours, and in the evening, when one of them came back to give Julia a drink, he‘d insert new batteries and new memory chips in the cameras so as to record her overnight torture. So they had agreed.

Turkey45, Jeremias, Moonwolf, Flogger33, Jimmyboy, Nightlight and David X would all be filming Julia on her cross, throughout Sunday morning and again on Sunday evening. The rest of her time of crucifixion, she’d asked to spend alone. So the men had inserted memory chips in the cameras that would record for four hours.

The men stood in front of Julia’s cross and waved her goodbye, then they set off.

"No!" cried Julia after them, "no! It’s not going right! Let me down first! Please! I beg you! No-one can endure this! I really can’t! Please let me down! Please!"

The men did not respond, they just left her. Julia heard the door close behind them. Outside the hovercar set off, the turbines roared, the vehicle drove away. Julia hung panting on the cross. Now she was all alone, alone with her pain.

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She lost control of her bladder, her back arched and it bubbled out in a wild, spurts from her vulva. She screamed and cried while the nail was struck deeper into wood and her wrist was inextricably fixed to the beam.

Julia groaned loudly, but she didn’t cry. Her eyes filled with tears, but they didn’t flow. She thought to herself in amazement, I’ve endured it! I’ve borne it! She felt something like pride rising up in her. I haven’t begged for mercy, I didn’t scream – I’m strong!

Visceral, vivid. Yes, it gets down to base animal reactions. She passes through phases: She wants it, she loses control under the nail, then she feels triumph to have borne the pain, then it overwhelms her and she is reduced to a begging wreck.

Where can the story go from here?
(and where can we find the videos?)
 
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