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carloscruz

Magistrate
-I believe this is how you wish to be tomorrow morning. - He showed the picture to Eulalia while smiling mockingly.
Eulalia sighted. They knew everything!
-Yes Sir.-She answered torn between fear and anticipation.
-Well, we are here to make ALL your fantasies come true!
-And I am grateful for that Sir. I am yours, Master. - Said Eulalia surprising herself with her degree of submission.

And that way the night starts for Eulalia. She is treated roughly and used extensively for hours, but Diego also cares for her and provides her with enough pleasures.
Eulalia maintains her total submission to the men. The exhilarating mix of sensations, returning once again like waves. She no longer considers herself a person, just a sexual object. She wants to provide as much pleasure as possible, both tonight and especially tomorrow with her final act: Her crucifixion.
And it is in everyone’s mind.
While she is penetrated by several cocks at the same time, she fees her humiliation, but also she feels appreciated as a sexual object, as a whore, and as condemned…as a crucificand.
And somehow feels their respect.
And she takes a sick pride in her condition every time one of the men explodes in wild pleasure because of her…
Incredibly she dreams of her cross, waiting just for her naked body…and her own body is trembling with anticipation.

When Amosad enters his cell, he sees a wooden torture horse set in the middle of it. Several straps and whips are on top of his bunk and a pulley is hanging from the ceiling with a chain and manacles attached at the end.
He feels his fear rising, but nevertheless the pervert sensations and fantasies that brought him here, make his arousal grow.
Like most if his crucifixion mates, he is caught between a great fear and a powerful lust.
Frozen in the entrance of his cell he reflects that the second force is winning and is going to get him killed among terrible tortures, very soon.
His thoughts are interrupted by a voice behind him. It’s the man that introduced himself as Master John, claimed to be his Executioner and deflowered him in the pillory.
-Well Amosad, my dirty pig, I believe it’s time to continue with your preparation for the cross. But first let’s also complete our introduction. This is not the first time we get in contact.
Amosad’s surprise keeps growing, because he is quite sure he has never met this man before.
-Get beneath the pulley while I enlighten you.
Amosad follows his orders while his Executioner secures his wrist to the manacles above his head.
-Months ago your profile got my attention in the Cruxforums. You wanted to be flogged and crucified, I was in Madrid for a time and we started a conversation…
-Oh! So it was you! But…-Amosad exclaimed.
-Shut up until I tell you otherwise slave!-Master John cuts him sharply.-As I was saying we exchanged messages by email and pictures.
I offered you my help. Then, you did not answer my messages for a couple of weeks. But in the end you sent me an email asking for forgiveness and a punishment (Como el perro esclavo que soy, te suplico que me apliques el castigo que quieras…); I accepted your apologies and decided your punishment: 120 lashes.

The Executioner starts to raise the chain putting the condemned o his tiptoes. His face shows that he remembered very well now what Master John is narrating.
-You immediately accepted my sentence and asked to be allowed to suck my cock after the punishment was administered (…luego te comeré el rabo con verdadera glotonería…). And on top of that you begged me to accept you as my personal whore, to be used as it pleased me (y deseo ser "tu puta" para que dispongas de mi como te plazca).
Amosad’s face was red now and not only from his stretched arms and legs.
-I accepted you as my whore-Master John continued-and asked you to set a date in order to receive your punishment. I was able to administer it in Madrid. But you never answered!
-Master I loosed my nerve and got frightened…I… -tried to speak the crucificand.
-Shut up I said! - The Executioner cut him again before continuing while selecting a leather strap from the bunk. – Yes, I reckoned you had gotten frightened, you silly pig!
But when the Headmistress contacted me with the idea of this event, I saw a chance to get what I consider rightly mine: you!
So I asked her to send you one of the messages with the hope that you may be brave enough this time to show up. And you did it! Good for you!
So now you are mine at last; my whore.
I already got my first blow job and fucked you on the pillory. Now you are going to get your 120 lashes and more.
And tomorrow I will nail you to your cross and see how you die writhing on it. And your tituli will be changed and will state:

AMOSAD
VICIOUS AND PERVERT
UNFAITHFUL WHORE
Now you may speak before I start administering your delayed punishment, you fat and dirty pig.

-Oh Master! You are right. I was a coward then, and too ashamed to write to you again when I got my courage back. I regretted it many times.
I don’t deserve it, but I humbly beg your forgiveness again.-cried the 60 years old condemned.
-Forget about that. You won’t escape your punishment this time- Shot back Master John.
-No, no! I don’t want you to spare me Master. On the contrary!
I understand now what you told me months ago. I deserve my punishment and I want to receive it. I can’t live knowing what a pervert and sick pig I am. That is the reason why I am here. I am here to die and to pay for my dirty behavior.
But I am very happy you found me. I didn’t behave well with you. I was weak and truly unfaithful. I didn’t keep my promises of submission to you.
But now I am your whore again. You will do what you want with me, and I will die having paid my debts. I am grateful to you Master for removing that load from me.
But I am also very happy it’s going to be you who execute me, because I need your help.
-My help?-asked a now intrigued Master John.
-Yes Sir. You know very well how coward I am. I gathered enough strength to show up in the island, but I am afraid I will lose my nerves and die begging for my life and crying like a little girl. But with your help I believe I may keep my composure and face the cross like a good slave. - Amosad explained with intensity.
-Are you serious? You already failed me twice- asked a skeptical Executioner.
-Absolutely Master. I would like to redeem myself dying well on my cross and providing pleasure and excitement to the audience with my fellow crucificands. And I am not asking you to reduce my punishments. I can’t escape, I don’t want to escape.
In fact I am looking forward to receive at last my 120 lashes. Look at the erection I have!
-Certainly for a small dick like yours it’s a respectable size- Conceded Master John feeling Amosad’s loincloth’s front.
-What I want is your support and advice during my execution. I am so glad it’s going to be you!
-All right. If you try seriously to behave well, I will procure you some pleasures during your crucifixion.
-Thank you Master. And thank you also for the change in my tituli. I like very much everybody knowing that the naked fat man nailed in my cross has been an unfaithful whore, “una puta infiel”!
-Well we’ll see. Now get ready for your lashes.
-Yes Master please whip me hard. I am a dirty pig!-Amosad asked with passion.

Master John started delivering the punishment with strong and well placed strokes of the leather.
-Count!-ordered the Executioner.
-Yes Master…One! …Two…Ouch…Three!
Amosad is soon moaning from pleasure and pain. The strap covering his buttocks and back for a while. At the 40th lash he was ordered to turn around and the strap landed now on his breast and on the bulge his sex makes beneath the loincloth.
-Stick out your tiny cock pig! I need some target!-screamed John while the condemned presents his cock and balls to the hitting leather.

After another two turns the 120 lashes are delivered and the fat man is covered in sweat and some blood.
-Now it’s time to try the horse, pig!- Master John announces while untying the Spaniards wrists.
-Yes Master! - He asks, surprised by the pleasure he has experienced among the pain. It wasn’t so hard he tells himself - But first let me thank you with a blow job!-The crucificand begs kneeling in front of the man who is going to kill him.
-You are really an old faggot. All right, here you have it- Master John says while getting his hard cock in front of Amosad.
Wasting no time he starts to kiss and kiss his Lord’s penis- Thank you Master I am so pleased to have been punished by you at last. I feel a great relief! - He says before swallowing fully and hungrily the big cock.
After some minutes of enthusiastic licking and sucking, with the younger man close to cum in the slave’s mouth, John retires himself and orders him to lie down on top of the wooden horse.
-This way your cock and balls will be totally exposed to the whip. And when I finish, I will fuck you again. - Declares the Executioner.
-Yes Master please, use me as you wish and then take me to my cross and nail me! I want to be your whore again. I want to be naked in front of you and the rest, paying for my perversions!




Don’t worry pig. You will!-laughs the Executioner.Orfile 1 011_RT8 copia.jpg
 

carloscruz

Magistrate
Masters Anthony and Giulio and Mistress Sarah had done their homework well and are familiar with the preferences of the condemned assigned to them: Nudeboy, Fat Slave Girl and Roberta.
The previous day, they discussed and agreed to give them the chance of doing the trio they have been fantasizing about. It will be fun to watch and at the same time they will be granting a sort of “condemned last wish”.

Once they reach the cell block they gather the three prisoners in the communal hall lining them together.

Mistress Sarah addresses them:

-Listen! You are going to be crucified in a few hours. No matter what stupid fantasies you had, when you find yourselves naked hanging from the nails you will regret having shown up at the island. - She makes a pause before continuing.
-It’s that what you want? - She said looking at the three crucificands.
-Yes Mistress- they answered shyly.
Sarah steps forward and in a quick succession slaps the three of them hard in their faces.
-You stupid pigs! You have no idea what you are asking for! – She says in a disgusted voice. - You will cry asking to be released as soon as we nail you! But don’t worry. It will be too late for changing your minds. Tomorrow you will die crucified as you had dreamed all your perverted lives!

But since we are going to have such a fun with you, we are ready to grant you some pleasures. - Mistress Sarah continued.
-We know you wish to have “A dirty threesome with Nudeboy and Roberta” or “One on one sex with FSG and to be crucified next to her”.

While Sarah continued explaining the two masters had brought several cots from the cells and set them on the communal room’s floor.

-Well. Wish granted! You may start. We will be watching!
-Come on! What are you waiting for stupid perverts?
Amazed they still remained motionless. Sarah again slaps them even harder. Both with her flat hand and backhanded.
The faces of the three become fiery red but she also notices the hardening on the women nipples and Nudeboy’s cock.

-Oh dear, you are hopeless! - Then turning to Nudeboy she says.
-Well, I may have many cocks here, but I fancy one that is going to get nailed tomorrow- She says grabbing his cock and kissing him hard. He immediately returns the kiss and pushes himself against the gorgeous Mistress’s body.
Pleased, she looks over her shoulder towards Roberta and Fat Slave Girl, she orders:
-You two start fucking right now!

After some hesitation Roberta turns to Fat Slave Girl and pressing her body against the other woman´s kisses her on her mouth with great passion.

-If you give a good show I will make sure you are crucified next to each other as you wish!- And turning back her attention to Nudeboy she tells him- Make me have a really good time and after, you may join those two fat whores.


... Wikk in his cell has washed and himself as accurately as possible, according to instruction he found on the washbasin and now is sitting in his cell curled up against the wall. Then the three Marlén’s ladies-in-waiting enter his cell.
-Adgan darling, Marlén will soon come to mate with you. I hope you have cleaned yourself according to the instruction you found on the washbasin.
-Marlen will explain some things to you, but first we’ll get you ready for the High Priestess.

They remove the robes covering them and now were only in the black sheer pantyhose with the strapless dildos protruding from their loins. They look incredibly sexy.

(Perhaps this video would give you an idea of how the ladies would look)
https://es.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph571642943b094

Wikk can’t believe his ears. Mate with you? High Priestess? Standing at the wall, he stared at three half-naked beautiful women, not believing his eyes, with an exciting disharmony of dildos jutting out from their thighs, looking like real male penises.
-But first we want play with you again!-
saying this the gorgeous lady removes his loincloth to grab his flabby member and moving him up and down feeling him getting stiff in her hand. The two other ladies on both sides, they wandered around his body with his hands.
Soon Wikk is pushed down on his knees, surrounded by the three beauties; they offer him the dildos one by one and order him to lick them.
In the beginning he tries to avoid the forced fellatio.
-You don’t want to do it?-one of the ladies laugh merrily-Well, better to get used. I would be surprised if you aren’t forced to perform some real ones before your crucifixion!- So hearing this, he soon surrenders to the bizarre pleasure.
After a while his rapists
start with further preparations. They remove the rests of his loincloth and begin cleaning his body with damp clothes. They also moisten his skin with a fragrant lotion and spread another perfumed lubricant ointment over his genitals. Finally they tie again the loincloth at his hips.
When they finish they bound Wikk’s hands in front and left him kneeling. On the floor, they unfold the blanket removed from his bunk and cover it with new and clean sheets. At the end they put on the dark translucent dresses, covering their shoulders and hips. Everything ready they align by the wall waiting for her Mistress.
Five minutes later Marlén enters the cell and after surveying the preparations addresses her attendants.
-Thanks a lot girls. Everything looks perfect. Stay please.
Then turning to Wikk she tells him:

-Adgan, pay attention to me. This afternoon, while in the pillory, I started to explain several things to you:
The first, that I was going to be your Executioner. And that it was important for me to get your submission. Killing you by crucifixion is not enough for me. I want you to become mine. I want you to eagerly offer yourself to me; for my pleasure and as tribute to feminity.
You responded well and asked me to crucify you. And you greatly pleased me with that request. But there is more. It may sound a little weird, but it’s true.

Wikk was attentively listening to the stunning woman that was going to be responsible for his crucifixion. She was also wearing a translucent black robe, tied at her narrow waist and high heels. All the curves of her body were just visible under the sheer fabric.

For centuries my family and others- She said pointing to the three ladies in waiting- has maintained and practiced the old cult of the Goddess Ishtar. Right now I am one of the High Priestess of her cult.
Wikk searched his mind and remembered Ishtar as the Moon Goddess of the ancient Babylon and many other peoples, worshiped with different names for many centuries. He remembered that her priestess had the duty of practicing sacred prostitution.

-These ladies are also serving Ishtar and are also my servants - She pointing again to the three ladies aligned by the wall.

-Nobody knows about this here in the Resort. For the Headmistress and the rest I am just another sadistic cross lover. Which I am, but besides the satisfaction of my cross kink, I want to satisfy also a lifelong wish of mine.
As I whispered to you at the pillories - I want to make a human sacrifice to Ishtar: You.
Wikk amazement was growing by the minute.
-You have come here to die and you have even requested your execution from me. So why am I taking the trouble of explaining all this to you? - She made a pause looking down at the man kneeling before her.
He was trying to cover with his hands his cock, stiff and hard under his loincloth. His erection caused by the situation, the females looking at him, their bodies and the drugs.

-Because in order to make the sacrifice totally pleasant to the deity- Marlén continued- the object of the sacrifice has to be aware and willing.
Also I have to take possession of you, being one with you, by means of sexual copula. Your seed must be inside the High Priestess, me, when you die for me and Ishtar.
You could be perfect for my purposes Agdan.

She made now a dramatic pause before asking:

-Would you accept to be sacrificed by me to Ishtar Adgan? to show your worship for beauty and femininity? Would you submit to my Goddess?

Wikk could not fully believe everything that was happening before him. He knew that he will be crucified in the morning no matter what, and he really wanted to please this gorgeous woman. So after a very slight hesitation he said:

-Mistress, I belong to you… I accept you sacrificing me to Ishtar… You are so beautiful, Mistress Marlén!
-Very good – she answered really pleased – This will remain a secret. Only the five of us will know about the sacrifice.
-Who would believe this tale if I tell it? - reflected Adgan, experiencing suddenly, with his whole body, a highest degree of arousal.

Marlén removes the loincloth from his hips and standing looks at him kneeling naked in front of her.
The three ladies approach and start caressing her body, they untie the robe covering her, the robe softly and slowly drops to the floor.
Marlen, in her full and naked beauty stands over Wikk, who is a dazed by the eroticism of the situation. Kneeling, he raises his hands like a prayer to a naked goddess before him, with his member protruding in the largest erection.

(This images chosen by Wikk, of the model St Merrique may help you to imagine Marlén)
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carloscruz

Magistrate
The woman puts her sex in front of Wikk’s mouth. With her eyes she demands to be served and Wikk immediately obliges. Her sex has a taste of exotic fruit.
When she feels ready, the impressive Marlen leans forward and pushes him on bed prepared on the floor and straddles him; with her hand she grabs his member and with one swift movement impales herself on Wikk’s shaft to the hilt
Her vagina wide open, swallows it
her hips roll in slow movements, her flat belly dances, and her breasts, crowned with big, brown, stiffened nipples, shake and wobble with her movements which are getting faster and faster. Her eyes are shining wildly … breasts sway, hips rotate faster and faster… the Lady rides her property! ..., the three attendants are standing around looking with fascination at their Lady …

And soon in perfect synchrony both, Mistress and slave, priestess and sacrificial offering, Executioner and condemned explode in a huge orgasm with Wikk’s seed spurting profusely inside her.
When she recovers a little, she leaves the cell helped by two of her ladies. The third unties the prisoner’s hands and instructs him to clean himself and get some rest before leaving his cell.

As the night is progressing, some more of the guests drift to the cell’s building in order to look at the condemned and continue the sex orgy there. Several cots have been already thrown on the floor of the dining hall.
FSG, Nudeboy, Roberta and their executioners are already engaged in wild sex, as instructed by their Masters.

Finding the blonde beauty of GabriellaSivilla alone in her cell one of the guests asks her:
-It’s true that you are a whore?
-I am an escort. Very powerful men pay for my company and…Well, I guess you are right. I am just a whore and I am going to be executed tomorrow like a whore…- She answered.
-Don’t be so hard with yourself. It’s perfectly all right to be an escort and you are a dream of a girl! - Says the man- But since it’s true that you will be crucified tomorrow it would be a waste not to use you tonight. Why don’t you join us and give us some blow jobs?
-As you wish Master – the girl answers.
She stands with her hands tied at her back and exiting her cell walks to the common space and knells on a cot. Soon the first cock slides into her beautiful mouth and she starts liking, sucking and kissing it.

Barbaria is also sitting in her cell, not wishing to join the party-orgy that it’s getting underway also in the cell’s block.

I would be starting to have a few doubts, edging towards the sidelines, reluctant to engage in any of the goings on. In fact, I might find a corner where I would sit and brood. I would be sore from everything that Paul did to me while I was pilloried, and rethinking whether I really want to live out my fantasy and die on the cross in a mass crucifixion scene, or perhaps back off and live. At the same time I would be fascinated by the orgy playing out in front of me ... all the naked bodies intertwined and wildly copulating with one another. I would feel guilty about not being out there, but at the same time simply unable to make myself take part. So there I would be sitting on the floor, back against the wall, knees drawn up under my chin, partly to hide my nakedness ... that is until one of the guests condemned took notice and came to my side to cajole me into action. I would shake my head, no, but reluctantly rise as he extended his hand, and then propelled me with a hand in the small of my back into the fray. Stepping over and around bodies performing every imaginable sexual act until I found an opening on the floor, I lay down on my back and spread my legs. He smiled approvingly and made an announcement to the room, suggesting that I needed a little lift, and it would be great if everyone who wished to do so have a turn with me. I would shake my head, laughing and saying, well no ... that's not exactly what I ... but then when I saw people lining up ... I would shut my mouth ... and nod ... spreading my legs further and beckoning the first in line to take me.


When the Headmistress leaves Messa and Judith she is quite sure she took the right decision when decided to crucify Judith with her lover.
Deep in them they both wanted it. She is convinced.
Judith would have hated life without Messa.
Perhaps they don’t know yet, but it’s for the best.
And they will look so good crucified side by side!

She reaches now Carlos’s cell. According to her instructions he has been tied to a post that stretches up to his cell’s ceiling. His hands bound behind the post. His neck and ankles also secured to the stake.
She was wearing just a black transparent robe tied at her narrow waists and her high heels.
Carlos finds her absolutely gorgeous and he feels his cock stir, once again, under his loincloth.
They look at each other with the intensity they had shared since they met just twenty hours ago.
She is the first to speak.
-How do you feel Carlos? -she asks while putting, just so lightly, her fingertips over his loincloth.
-I…am very frightened. In panic really…but…-he burbles.
-But what?-She insists now whispering in his ear. - Would you like me to release you now?
-I don’t know…what would become of the others?
-The others will be crucified tomorrow and they will die on their crosses.
Answer me Carlos! Do you want me to free you now? - She insists sternly, her eyes still on his eyes, her hand still on his sex.
-No! - Carlos answers after a slight hesitation- I will stay with them…with you…I still want to be naked and crucified for you!

Hearing this she smiles and squeezes his cock.

-Good! I am very pleased! – She says opening her robe - And you know what? Actually NOBODY asked yet to be released!

And he believes her. These last hours had been a continuous building up of sexual tension and arousal. The audience, the other crucificands, the pain, the humiliation, even sucking cocks; everything added together to lead him, to lead all, to this incredible mix of feelings.
He is positive. He wishes to be nailed in his cross in front of this woman and the rest of the audience!

Always looking into his eyes she removes his loincloth, takes his penis in her hand and impales herself on him.
I gasp totally taken by surprise.
-You are not allowed to cum. I just want to feel you inside me and pleasure myself! – She keeps whispering hoarsely while pressing her breast against his body.
-But…your husband? – Carlos asks, immediately regretting his naïve question.
-I love him very much, of course –she nevertheless answers – But it’s different. He is here just because he loves me. But he is not really into it.

He has to make a huge effort not to spurn his seed inside the Headmistress. Fortunately she is so excited that very soon her body shudders and moaning loudly she has a huge and releasing orgasm.
She takes a few moments to regain her composure and takes a couple of steps back; still looking at him, her robe still open.

-Not bad Carlos! I will reciprocate when you are nailed on your cross. I will see you tomorrow.

And with these words she turns around and leaves his cell, while still dumbstruck he says, also whispering, to her back:

-Thank you Headmistress!

(To be continued, if you want...)
 

phlebas

PRIMUS POENUS
-You have come here to die and you have even requested your execution from me. So why am I taking the trouble of explaining all this to you? - She made a pause looking down at the man kneeling before her.
He was trying to cover with his hands his cock, stiff and hard under his loincloth. His erection caused by the situation, the females looking at him, their bodies and the drugs.

-Because in order to make the sacrifice totally pleasant to the deity- Marlén continued- the object of the sacrifice has to be aware and willing.
Also I have to take possession of you, being one with you, by means of sexual copula. Your seed must be inside the High Priestess, me, when you die for me and Ishtar.
You could be perfect for my purposes Agdan.

She made now a dramatic pause before asking:

-Would you accept to be sacrificed by me to Ishtar Adgan? to show your worship for beauty and femininity? Would you submit to my Goddess?

Marlén removes the loincloth from his hips and standing looks at him kneeling naked in front of her.
The three ladies approach and start caressing her body, they untie the robe covering her, the robe softly and slowly drops to the floor.
Marlen, in her full and naked beauty stands over Wikk, who is a dazed by the eroticism of the situation. Kneeling, he raises his hands like a prayer to a naked goddess before him, with his member protruding in the largest erection.



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Wow. This thread really has come alive again! Adgan is shortly to die, but I think he is already in heaven!

"Your seed must be inside the High Priestess"

I'm sure he can manage that.

"Kneeling, he raises his hands like a prayer to a naked goddess before him, with his member protruding in the largest erection. "

The spiritual, emotional and physical come together beautifully. Now do your duty, Wik, so we can get you on that cross.
 

carloscruz

Magistrate
Wow. This thread really has come alive again! Adgan is shortly to die, but I think he is already in heaven!

"Your seed must be inside the High Priestess"

I'm sure he can manage that.

"Kneeling, he raises his hands like a prayer to a naked goddess before him, with his member protruding in the largest erection. "

The spiritual, emotional and physical come together beautifully. Now do your duty, Wik, so we can get you on that cross.
Thanks a lot Phlebas. I really value your opinion.
The text in cursive is by Wikk. He put himself in an interesting situation!
Who can blame him?
 

messaline

Crucified Amazon
When the Headmistress leaves Messa and Judith she is quite sure she took the right decision when decided to crucify Judith with her lover.
Deep in them they both wanted it. She is convinced.
Judith would have hated life without Messa.
Perhaps they don’t know yet, but it’s for the best.
And they will look so good crucified side by side!
For remembrance ...

" ... After having tried my cross, I was reconducted in my cell...



There, I begin to have some doubts about my motivation: was I right in wanting to be crucified for the sake of Judith?
After all, she didn't want this... I was the one who insisted at the start, after receiving this message!
It was a fantasy for me, but I had never intended it to become reality!
I preferred our quiet life, our love life as two lesbians could have...
And then I let myself go: Why not live this fantasy... I am sure, in any case, that it will not go to the end; these people just want to play to scare us, and when the time comes, all this will end with a simple crucifixion, tied by ropes on a cross...
Suddenly, steps in the hallway... Someone stops in front of my cell and opens the door...
They are two men, disguised as Roman guards: they tie my hands behind my back, fixing to me a necklace with a a chain that one of them takes in his hand...
Without a word, they train me in a succession of corridors and we arrive at a heavy door that they open before me...
The room where we enter is a kind of reception room of an ancient castle, where a twilight just fought by some candlesticks is prevailing...
In the center, a big table, where, quickly the guards tie me on my back so that my legs are wide open to expose my sex...
Then a voice says, "Welcome Messaline! You recognize me, I hope? »
This is the voice of the Cross Headmistress that I now see the face bent over me...



She says to me: "You see, I have never seen a lesbian with an orgasm, and I count on you to show me that!"
She then begins to scour my body with her soft hands, stroking my arms, tickling with her fingers my armpits, descending to my breasts, kneading them, crushing my erect nipples! Mmmmmmmm! I'm starting to feel a deep excitement invading my body...



Then, suddenly, she pinches the clitoris with two fingers: I jump but after all, it's very nice...
I feel it that comes to rummage between the lips of my sex, inserting the end of the hand, then, a big object that I think is a dildo: it is one, but it starts to vibrate so strongly that all my body is tending like a bow !



In fact, the dick is connected to electric flow and it is an incredible sensation that invades me, both pain and deep pleasure, something I had never felt with Judith !

Judith? Let's talk about her: where can she be? We were promised a night of fun together!
As if she were reading my thoughts, the Cross Headmistress was making a gesture and suddenly I see Judith, in front of me, under the light of a projector, naked, gaged and tied to a Xcross...



Another woman then submits her to the same torture/pleasure and I suddenly see her exploding in an orgasm beyond imagination!
I also explode in this same orgasm that leaves me panting, panting and without strength...



Then she gags me and says: "Here, you have taken your pleasure together, as the contract foresaw! It is a pity that you have not read the last words of this contract, written in very small words, certainly, but very valid! Here they are: "The two signatories will therefore, at the end of their preparation, be nailed naked on their cross, face to face, to finish their dissolute lives together and thus serves as an example for future generations!"

She adds: "Good night, ladies, see you tomorrow for the show!" ...




Messa - June - 19/2018 ... "
 

carloscruz

Magistrate
For remembrance ...

" ... After having tried my cross, I was reconducted in my cell...



There, I begin to have some doubts about my motivation: was I right in wanting to be crucified for the sake of Judith?
After all, she didn't want this... I was the one who insisted at the start, after receiving this message!
It was a fantasy for me, but I had never intended it to become reality!
I preferred our quiet life, our love life as two lesbians could have...
And then I let myself go: Why not live this fantasy... I am sure, in any case, that it will not go to the end; these people just want to play to scare us, and when the time comes, all this will end with a simple crucifixion, tied by ropes on a cross...
Suddenly, steps in the hallway... Someone stops in front of my cell and opens the door...
They are two men, disguised as Roman guards: they tie my hands behind my back, fixing to me a necklace with a a chain that one of them takes in his hand...
Without a word, they train me in a succession of corridors and we arrive at a heavy door that they open before me...
The room where we enter is a kind of reception room of an ancient castle, where a twilight just fought by some candlesticks is prevailing...
In the center, a big table, where, quickly the guards tie me on my back so that my legs are wide open to expose my sex...
Then a voice says, "Welcome Messaline! You recognize me, I hope? »
This is the voice of the Cross Headmistress that I now see the face bent over me...




She says to me: "You see, I have never seen a lesbian with an orgasm, and I count on you to show me that!"
She then begins to scour my body with her soft hands, stroking my arms, tickling with her fingers my armpits, descending to my breasts, kneading them, crushing my erect nipples! Mmmmmmmm! I'm starting to feel a deep excitement invading my body...




Then, suddenly, she pinches the clitoris with two fingers: I jump but after all, it's very nice...
I feel it that comes to rummage between the lips of my sex, inserting the end of the hand, then, a big object that I think is a dildo: it is one, but it starts to vibrate so strongly that all my body is tending like a bow !




In fact, the dick is connected to electric flow and it is an incredible sensation that invades me, both pain and deep pleasure, something I had never felt with Judith !

Judith? Let's talk about her: where can she be? We were promised a night of fun together!
As if she were reading my thoughts, the Cross Headmistress was making a gesture and suddenly I see Judith, in front of me, under the light of a projector, naked, gaged and tied to a Xcross...




Another woman then submits her to the same torture/pleasure and I suddenly see her exploding in an orgasm beyond imagination!
I also explode in this same orgasm that leaves me panting, panting and without strength...




Then she gags me and says: "Here, you have taken your pleasure together, as the contract foresaw! It is a pity that you have not read the last words of this contract, written in very small words, certainly, but very valid! Here they are: "The two signatories will therefore, at the end of their preparation, be nailed naked on their cross, face to face, to finish their dissolute lives together and thus serves as an example for future generations!"

She adds: "Good night, ladies, see you tomorrow for the show!" ...




Messa - June - 19/2018 ... "
Merci beaucoup Messa!
It took me so long to complete Part VIII that your post is perfect to remind us of how you and Judith spent that same night!
 

Loxuru

Graf von Kreuzigung
In the cell, I wait! She left already some time ago, to receive her phone call. Real life, I guess!? It is night here, and I don’t know exactly what time it is, but I figure it must be forenoon in California. Business time!

In the cells around me, I hear multiple sounds. Sounds of both pain and intense pleasure! And sometimes, it occurs to me, pain and pleasure are uttered by the same person! The last orgy of the condemned. Yet, where is she, that bloody CEO of mine!?

If this is a TV show, I bet I will be the first to drop off! “Loxuru! Last night, you spent most of the time alone in your cell! While the other competitors had a hot night of excitement, you were condemned to be an onlooker! You even could not keep the attention of your owner, who, apparently, had more interest in other things of life! I am sorry, Loxuru, you go home! Take on your clothes and get your things back! The plane is waiting to bring you home!”

Going home? Missing the excitement to come? Or just wishful thinking! Are they really going to crucify us, to death? I still cannot believe it. That would be murder! A mass murder! After all, there still is a real world! Such an atrocity could not remain concealed forever!

Going home!? I stand up. Outside, I hear shrieks and the clacking of a whip. Someone is flogged! A long flogging! Cautious not to draw attention, I step to the door. I cannot see anything. But… damn, my cell door is not locked!

I hesitate! Then, carefully, I open it! It creaks a little bit, but no one is alerted. They are all immersed in their excitements. The corridor is empty? Will I risk it?

I risked it! I stand in the open. In a cool night! I look around! Cars! Terrain vehicles! I approach them! I try a door! It is open! I look inside! There are keys in the lock! I inspect the car briefly! It is equipped for a ride through desert! I look around once more! No one has noticed me!?
Above me, the sky is clear! If this is Libya, I have to drive north, to the coast! Just follow the polar star! She stands considerably lower over the horizon than at home, but she will stay where she is! One thing, I need is clothes! Plenty of them available, trousers, army jackets, boots, lay scattered around in the cell block, left behind by people who are having their mind set on other things! All I need is to get their back unseen and grab a pile. I can take them on in car!

Just remain careful! Who knows what awful things they will do to me when I get caught?
 

Eulalia

Poet Laureate
Staff member
“Suffice to say, by 6.00 a.m., this is how I expect to be”.
At Dawn

Key in the lock
I quiver like it's turning in my flesh
then blink awake
Him
Master Diego!
Moments
he gazes down
at my Torture-tallied flesh,
scum-smeared
from my "softening up"
I twist my sore loins
lay hands aside
let him see all of me
seconds
eternity
He nods
Up!
My Cross is waiting.
 

wikk

Executioner
It is fantastic that Carlos decided to revive this thread – I hope for continuation. I like the new part VIII. After the proposal of Carlos we together established this version of Wikk’s night in his cell. And by the way I had possibilities to learn something about ancient goods and especially goddesses.
Somebody from our forum created this attached picture (don’t remember who?) – it suits very well to the mood of this night and I let myself to remind this picture here.
 

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Patrizio

Magistrate
All this before Loxuru escapes.

I'm in my cell, sitting on the cot, I try not to be noticed.
I'm naked with just the little thong, it's not cold, the temperature is pleasant even if we are underground.
Outside the cell I hear shouts of pain and coitus, of whips and of embraces, there is a lot of confusion, people who go people who come.
If possible I do not want to participate in the orgy, but I do not know what awaits me, where will that bastard of Mario?
What will you be concocting? I have fear.
I heard that one of the crucificands is a slave to a CEO, I think it's called Loxuru.
I must try to contact him, make me present to his mistress, I am a renowned businessman, I have great economic possibilities, I could treat my freedom and defeat Mario once again.
I wonder if I can?
Who knows if she accepts?
Who knows if it will be possible
.me in my cell.jpg
 

Loxuru

Graf von Kreuzigung
“Oh look! This cell door is not locked!”
The cross headmistress looks inside my cell.
“Where is your owner?”
“I don’t know, she got doing phone calls, to home I guess!”
“Oh, right, she is running a company over there! That kind of activities may take one’s attention, even at inconvenient moments! Bad luck for you! I would invite you to join one of your companions in their party, but our contract with your owner forbids that! She wants a monopoly on you, until you hang on the cross!”
“Tell me! Are you really going to crucify us!?”
“Sure we are! Are you scared!?”
“ Let’s say, I try to have a zen last night!”
“Ten minutes ago, Lox, you had other intentions!”
“What so you mean!”
“Don’t be naïve, Lox! We have a few cameras installed, with infrared! But, although you had everything to get away, wheels, fuel, supplies and a GPS, you returned to your cell! Why?”
“I … on second thoughts, I could not leave my companions behind! Take that as the official version!!”
“You would have made a chance. Militias are not active at night. The GPS in the car would have shown you a trail straight to the coast. But there is one little problem : the GPS does not indicate that point where you must take a detour, and which it is easy to miss if you are not familiar with the road! You would run straight into a minefield, a relic from Field Marshal Rommel and his Afrika Korps! And believe me, the mines are of excellent German quality, most of them still in working order, waiting to be threaded upon!”
“I know what ‘Achtung! Minen!’ means!”
“Also in Arab?”
“Oh! Anyway! It could be a more merciful death than crucifixion!”
“I don’t think so! Such mines are designed to inflict terrible wounds, not to kill immediately! Being stuck in an entangled car under the hot sun, your body full of shrapnel, your legs half torn off, slowly bleeding to death, long hours, no help to arrive! Believe me, in that case you are better off in the company of empathic people like us!”
“So! What are you going to do with me, now?”
“What had you expected? That we put you naked at the pillory and give you a public flogging? Or we could stake you out in the desert sun for a few hours? No, no, Lox we do nothing that could excite you! That’s its own punishment for you, isn’t it? You wanted a zen night, so we allow you one!”
“That’s really cruel of you, Headmistress! And what does my owner think about that?”
“She is not yet informed about your escape plan. Perhaps you could confess it to her, and find out what she will do with the information? Oh! There she is! I leave you two alone! Still, Loxuru, I am convinced you had second thoughts about escaping, simply because ultimately, you did not want to miss then all the excitement to come up! You may deny it, but make up your mind for yourself! Your eager to get crucified is stronger than your fear! Like with all your companions!”

My owner walks in, apparently a little bit excited.
“Lox! On your knees! Right now!”
I obey. She lifts her dress, wearing nothing under it and pulls my head into her crotch!
“Again! Like this afternoon! You better do it well!”
“Our relationship is more and more resembling marital duties!” I try to protest. It only yields me two slaps in my face, so I obey without comment, and make the exciting journey through the magical jungle again.
I don’t know how she had enjoyed it (or not). She came and then she simply said :
“Oh! Shit!”
“Hey!” I replied, licking the hairs from my lips, “what’s the matter? Did some programming dude in Palo Alto write an algorithm backwards? Or are you jealous that you are on the wrong side here!?”
“Nothing is the matter with me! And stop your suggestions about me having a crux kink! Right, maybe I am a little bit borderline, but so what? For any CEO, being borderline is an asset, otherwise, you cannot bear the stress of running a company!”
“There is not such a thing as ‘a little bit borderline’!” I reply. “There is a borderline and you are on it or not! And I did not say you are!”
“No, you certainly would not! You crux pervert! Watch yourself! Nearly naked in a desert compound, a prisoner, having yourself dragged to here like a sheep to get butchered! And for what? For getting crucified, a painful agony, just for the fun of others, just to satisfy those ridiculous fetishes of you! That is ten times worse than being borderline!”
“And why are you here, then, and not in Palo Alto? For what kind of kinky fetish!? Does your borderline make you eager to see other people die a terrible death!? Or because….”
“Stop it! I must not explain myself to you!”
“Anyway, this affair makes me more and more think of my former marriage! Actually, the other condemned are at least given a night of fun! Rape, whipping, humiliation! And what do you do? Work! Work Work!”
“I do with you what I want!”
“Well, maybe this could convince you!? About twenty minutes ago I nearly…”
Her phone rings. She takes the call, runs out of my cell (leaving the door open) and vanishes into the night.
“Hey! And me..!?” I shout to her.
Cross Mistress comes back, cynically.
“Lox, if you want a good divorce lawyer, I can get you one!”
 
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