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Eve's punishment

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Eve’s crucifixion day…

This for whatever reason is going to happen. It is early Friday morning and I kneel wearing handcuffs and shackles. They will be here for me soon and before long I will be hanging naked on a cross- yeah, made of premium French wood- for the day and half.
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There are four of us getting the full thirty-six hour crucifixion. The other three have been crucified before with one of them doing twenty-four hours. Two of them have expressed their outrage over being sentenced to another crucifixion while Angie seems almost aroused by the idea. I’m the crux virgin and have no idea what to expect! I have fantasized about being crucified in Penance Park but soon it will be my reality.

The time has come. The shackles are removed from my ankles but my wrists are left cuffed in front of me. The four of us are marched through the now full cell block past the women that will join us later. They stare at us as we pass.
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None of them say a word as we pass.
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They all know their time is coming…

The four of us are loaded into a cage on a tumbril and are carted to Penance Park. Along the way we are taunted by people we pass. The journey to the park is by design to humiliate us even before we are crucified. Two of the women are mostly quiet on the half hour trip. Angie doesn’t hold back yelling back even inviting them to come and see us stretched out on our crosses. I think she is crazily defiant but she seems to be getting off shouting at them.

We arrive at Penance Park. Angie is taken out first. I will be third taken from cart. I stand at the gate of the wagon looking across at a field of empty crosses. I wonder which one is mine, made of premium French crucifixion wood.
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-Eve
 
An unenviable learning experience…

Even at the Academy of the Order Punishment and Penance I led a pretty free life- some would call me ‘promiscuous’- and enjoyed myself. I secretly waited for my next detention with the dean of discipline. What would he do next do to me? I arranged to be caught and punished wonder what new things I would experience. At the Cruxton Prison I am treated like a common criminal at the mercy of the administration and staff.
One thing I swore I would never do is suck a guard’s cock. I quickly learned they have a few ‘hot boxes’ here.

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Yes, I knew how to give head but after a day in the box I became their favorite ‘mouth-fuck’ in the jail.
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And, yes, I swallowed everything!

The weeks slip by both quickly and painfully slow. The cellblock is filling up with women that will serve less time crucified than the four of us. Most are ‘repeat customers’. Some I think long to be bound naked on a cross and be taunted but they crowd. I’d rather pass on the whole ordeal. My days before crucifixion have faded. Tomorrow I will hang naked bound to a cross for thirty-six hours… in public… in Penance Park!

I am told I have visitors. I didn’t know I could have visitors! I am placed in cuffs and brought to the visitor’s cell. I look at the two women there and cannot believe who I see. My aunt Barbara is there with her lover business partner Messaline. I look back at matron and ask “Do I have to talk to them?”
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“Don’t press your luck, cunt” he replies.

So I have to talk to Aunt Barbara and Messaline. I know Barbara and expect no mercy from her. She does not disappoint me. She and Messaline rave over how well I will look stretched naked on a cross displayed for all to see. Messaline brags how lucky I am as she has provided my cross made with her premium French crucifixion wood.
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I suppose I should thank her but I don’t. It is a good thing my hands are cuffed behind my back. If they weren’t I would be trying to choke the bitch…

After they leave I am taken to the ‘preparation cell’. All that is in it is a toilet and bed. Neither look like they have been cleaned since I’ve been born. He opens one end of the cuffs and pulls my hands in front of me before locking my wrists together. He points to the toilet and says “Use it, bitch. It’s the last time you get to before you are crucified.”

When I first arrived at the jail I was appalled by the lack of privacy and dignity allowed. Now with the guard standing before me I park my ass on the seat and piss away. I have no pride left in me. As he watches me I ask “Are you enjoying the show?”

He knocks my knees wide apart and jerks my wrists up. With a cold voice he says “I’ve seen it before. I just don’t want you pissing on me while I give you your ‘goodbye’ fuck.”
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In the past few weeks I have fucked and sucked just about every guard so a final fuck before my crucifixion would be no big deal except this is different. I am bound face down on the filthy bed. My legs are spread and my ankles are shackled to keep me exposed. The guard climbs over me and brutally pounds my vagina.
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That was bad enough but then he rams his cock into my ass and fucks it like I’m his whore. When he finishes doing my ass he climbs off but wipes his cock off in my hair. He dresses while I lay on the stench-filled mattress with his cum oozing from my bottom and sex. I ask him if he’s satisfied. He laughs and says “I be happier tomorrow when I see you crucified and dancing on the cross.”
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He walks to my ankles adding “You’ll be wishing you were back here when you are hanging from your cross.”
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I spend my last night in a very small cell with my hands cuffed behind my back. My only company is a rat that scurries around me.
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-Eve
she is perfect
 
It is before 9 AM in Penance Park. The four women are escorted to their crosses. Three of the crosses are erect but one lies on the ground.

I have been led past the field of crosses to one that is on the ground. I look at it as they remove the cuffs from my wrists wondering if it is made of premium French crucifixion wood. I stand naked with the crucifixion team next to me a few dozen people that I don’t know standing in a semi-circle around me. I guess they put out a press release. The crucifixion team reaches for me but I wave them off insisting I will mount the cross voluntarily. I sit on the stipe and wonder again about the quality of wood.
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I recline back and spread my arms surrendering to the crucifiers.
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In moments I am bound to the cross I will hang from.
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I am helplessly attached to the cross. I look at the strangers watching and wonder what they think as they watch me.
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Heavier ropes are tied around my wrists and ankles.
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I feel the cross rock as they begin to lift it with me bound to it. The base starts sliding into the hole. I brace myself for the impact but it still feels like my shoulders are torn as the cross abruptly stops at the bottom. It takes a few minutes for me to catch my breath. I look around and reality sinks in. I am crucified!
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-Eve
 
Eve was crucified at 9 AM. She will hang from her cross for thirty-six hours. She is amazed at how much it hurts being bound to a cross. Her arms, shoulders, and chest are stretched as her body hangs them. Her neck is tiring holding her head up as the cross forces her back into an unusual curve. There aren’t many spectators. More will show up when more women are crucified. Tomorrow there will be just shy of three dozen women crucified naked in the park. That is when the crowds get bigger.

My fantasy and reality aren’t lining up so well. There is only a scant few people wandering the park. I expected a bit more attention than I am getting and the pain is more than I could have expected.
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I know I am ‘only’ tied to the cross but the ropes dig into my skin and hold me awkwardly displayed for onlookers. It has become agonizingly obvious that my body is not designed to be crucified. But that is what my punishment is here in Penance Park.

Twenty feet away Angie hangs from her cross. She has a crowd around her that taunts her as she hangs before them. She is a crazy woman hurling insults back at them.
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I think she should save her energy.

The guy in charge of the crucifixion crew walks up to me and looks me over. He is sipping a cocktail smoking a cigarette.
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“Am I doing alright” I ask.

“You’re doing OK.”

“How long have I been here?”

“Around six hours but I don’t have a watch.”

“I’ve have got thirty more hours of this? I don’t think I can take it” I groan.

“Sure you can. Just keep breathing and you’ll be fine” he says before he walks away.

‘Just keep breathing’ is easier said than done. For the next few hours I hang alone on my cross.
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-Eve
 
... or dumb arrogance :peep:
Not nice Barb but let us continue...

Night falls on Penance Park. At 8 PM nine more women are crucified for punishment of their crimes. These women have been sentenced to twenty-four hours on their crosses. The park is lit with old streetlights so it is not completely dark. I wonder how Eve is doing…

It is night so I know I have been crucified for more than a dozen hours. Every hour that passes means I am closer to being done with this. The problem is every minute that goes by escalates my pain. I try to stay rational and remember ‘Just keep breathing’. It is more work than I imagined it could be.

I look around in the near darkness. Angie has finally shut up. There are no spectators here to harass us so maybe she is giving her voice a rest. Maybe she is asleep. I don’t see how that is possible. I am working just to breathe over the pain.
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Sometime during the night the ‘bathroom urge’ overwhelms me. I find it impossible to push out with my feet and pass anything. The alternative works but now I have my crap oozing over my inner thighs and my feet. Obviously cleaning my bum is not an option. Then there are the cramps. I haven’t had water since I was in the jail. I have spent a warm day bound to this cross with nothing to drink. For any muscle that cramps I am limited to what little I can move. There is no reaching to rub the limb. The only other thing I can do is curse the pain.
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First light is coming. I wish I knew what time the sun rises. I doubt I would remember after the night. I am closing in on one day done. I can make this. I have to!
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-Eve

9 AM arrives and one of the crucifixion team holds up a staff with a wet sponge on the end. He tells the weakened Eve to drink as it will be her last chance until she is taken from the cross. Awkwardly she sucks in what she can of the water. It is not enough to quench her thirst, only enough to wet her mouth and throat. The stress is beginning to take its toll on Eve. Don’t worry there are new distractions on their way!
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Sometime during the night the ‘bathroom urge’ overwhelms me. I find it impossible to push out with my feet and pass anything. The alternative works but now I have my crap oozing over my inner thighs and my feet. Obviously cleaning my bum is not an option.

Do we really have to know about this part?

Ewwwwwwwww
 
The alternative works but now I have my crap oozing over my inner thighs and my feet. Obviously cleaning my bum is not an option.
Realistic. I'll say that for him...

:boaa:
 
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