carloscruz
Governor
Meanwhile Eulalia and Carlos have taken their places by the stakes and have been secured, wrist over their heads, to the whipping posts by Master Diego and the Headmistress, who now take the whips.
Both crucificands are resigned and ready for the punishment.
They know that facing a crucifixion, even with the help of the drugs, the scourging will shorten their time on their crosses and thus, their torture.
At a signal from the Headmistress both Executioners hit their targets for the first time.
No matter how much anticipated the blows still they jumped in agony when the whip reached them.
Eulalia too instinctively moved forward getting her tits scratched with the rough wood.
Soon both had their backs and buttocks well flogged. Eulalia looks to his left and finds Carlos eyes looking for hers. They both are curious about how the other is reacting to the scourging.
I is also a sort of mutual support, but Carlos is enjoying the show of the attractive lady dancing under the whip with remarkable poise.
They turn to face their tormentors at the count of 25 too and have their fronts flogged.
Eulalia’s feels also the sexual charge that has been steadily increasing since they gathered at the Sicilian villa. She is so excited that she actually presents her breast forward in a silent request for the whip.
And Master Diego diligently complies and also sends the whip between her legs looking for he pussy.
When this happens she forces herself to open her thighs, feeling the leather biting her sex, the loincloth not representing any real protection for her crotch.
Carlos is also having his sex punished and finds Eulalia’s behavior quite inspiring.
They turn around again in order to complete the 100 strokes and are finally released.
-Not bad Carlos. You endure it well. – The Headmistress whispers to him while releasing his hands from the manacles.
-Thank you Headmistress.
-Remember, This is what you want and deserve. You have no options anyway. Just do as you are told and everything will be done.
-Yes Headmistress…I am ready.-stutters the man.
-Good. Not much longer now…go get your patibulum with Eulalia and wait until we start for the hill.
-Yes Mistress- Both answer once again and go to where Amosad and Barabaria have started to form the crucifixion procession.
Once they get there, they are told to kneel close to them. They obey and immediately the crossbeams are placed on their shoulders and tied in place.
Eulalia looks to the others and she finds the image of Barb kneeling in loincloth supporting her patibulum in balance, quite alluring.
-We are about to be taken to our execution in the cross! This time is for real! We are going to die! How can I be excited by this prospect? - She reflects.
Old questions, that every one of them has pondered so many times, and still will until the end.
She knows she is having the same thoughts and feelings than her cross mates; the same familiar sensations of fear and arousal, running again its permanent and obsessive loop.
The picture Carlos draw in the past, of both of them crucified together comes to her mind. She liked that picture that became Carlos’s avatar in the Cruxforums.
She takes also a look to the men, Amosad and Carlos with their bulging loincloths and smiles to herself.
-What a twisted bunch we are! Probably the cross is the only cure for us -she whispers to Barb who looks at her nodding, smiling and beautiful.
The Headmistress back to the whipping posts see FatSlave Girl and Gabriella going towards them.
-Wait a moment! As we said, it will be more interesting if we scourge the couples together. What do you think FSG, would you like to be whipped alongside Nudeboy, like in the island yesterday?
-Yes Headmistress, I would love to -FSG answers immediately with bright eyes.
-All right them. Gabriella, you will have to wait a little longer for your punishment. Nudeboy, go to the other post!
Both lovers walk to their posts quickly, they are eager to be whipped together and don’t want to risk their executioners changing their minds.
Masters Giulio and Anthony take their whips and meet them at the stakes and start securing their wrist in the hanging manacles.
Nudeboy recalls that yesterday, also early in the morning, they were flogged together too. Only 24 hours, but it seems ages ago.
(See post #78. I am freely adapting here Nudeboy’s intense description of that first flogging).
He hears his girlfriend gasping as she squashes her breast against the whipping post, getting ready for the punishment and he feels his hard cock twitching inside his tight loincloth.
Fat Slave Girl has her arms pulled above her head and her wrists buckled into one set of manacles. Her toes just touch the ground and she dangles precariously, her large breasts pushed either side of the rough wooden post.
He watches her being prepared with a kind of mute fascination, almost forgetting he will be flogged too. Master Anthony quickly brings him back to earth, preparing him in the same position.
He looks into his girlfriend's eyes as if they were sharing a romantic dinner.
“Ready?” he whispers hoarsely.
“Ready!” she answers.
Their intimate moment is broken by the crack of the whip and this time FSG screams as the leather snakes across her back, from right shoulder to left hip and Master Giulio lands five more before in rapid succession.
Nudeboy receives also stroke after scorching stroke exactly where he wants on his back, buttocks, thighs and legs.
When they have received 25 they are hanging limp by their wrists. But there are some parts of their bodies which are definitely not limp. He can see FSG's nipples are as hard as bullets, and so can Master Gioulio.
Approaching the post, he raises a hand and twists first one, then the other, hard, drawing a silent gasp from her.
-You are a horny fat slut, aren't you! - He laughs releasing Nudeboy’s girlfriend nipples.
Nudeboy watches her until he feels a powerful right hand grabbing his genitals through his loincloth.
-And you! You are one pathetic asshole! Getting off on your girlfriend being tortured!- Master Anthony has approached him while distracted with his woman´s torture.- Do you even like girls, faggott? It feels like you’re really enjoying having my hand down there!
He could hold out no longer. As his master´s fingers squeeze his shaft through the white cotton his balls began to pump. He roared with the release of a mighty orgasm, feeling his cum soaking into his loincloth.
Master Anthony stands back, laughing as he watches his bruised body twitching in ecstasy, laughing at the amount of pain and humiliation he had been able to inflict.
The punishment continues now with them facing their executioners, pretty much the way both described floggings in their fantasies.
Both receive abundantly the attention of the whip on their fronts; Nudeboy on his stained and bulging loincloth, and FatSlaveGirl on her breast and pussy.
Neither of them tries to hide anything from the leather. On the contrary, carried away by the eroticism of the moment and the effect his torture is having on the audience, they present their sexes to the whip asking for the strokes with their body language.
Nevertheless, the moment they receive the stroke they recoil at the exploding pain; just for a moment, until their submission and perversion makes them to offer again their bodies to their Masters.
They are ordered to turn around for the last part of the flogging and are at last released from the posts.
Their masters take them to where the patibuli are waiting with the first four crucificands.
They are still kneeling on the ground, but several guests had drifted to the forming procession and requested oral attention from Amosad, Barbaria, Carlos and Eulalia. They are busy licking pussies and sucking cocks while taking side glances to the knoll where they soon will be crucified and to the events taken place at the whipping stakes.
FSG and his boyfriend look also at the summit where soon they are going to be lead and to the stakes waiting for the patibuli, the nails and their bodies.
They look at each other and without a word move to squeeze their bodies together hard, looking for the others mouth and kissing fiercely.
FSG rubs her big breast against his man. It hurts after the whipping but she doesn´t care. She wants Nudeboy to feel them, and he reciprocates pushing his cock under the loincloth against her soft skin. They try to feel every part of their bodies, perhaps for the last time.
Their Masters let them do for a while and then they are ordered to kneel also in line.
They obey, still panting and without breaking eye contact, they soon are loaded with the crossbeams that will be used in their execution.
Very soon they start serving guests too with their mouths, as excited and ready for the cross as the other four.
Carlos is sucking a penis, he feels his own strangled cock pulsating and swollen. For a moment he wonders if it will get permanent damage. But immediately he remembers, smiling inwardly, that soon he will be just a naked corpse piled with the others in the grave they help to dig yesterday.
He takes another look at the knoll thinking again:
-I am about to be led to my crucifixion. For real! I am ready!
But his meditations are broken by the cock he is sucking and the sudden jet of cum that fills his mouth.
Both crucificands are resigned and ready for the punishment.
They know that facing a crucifixion, even with the help of the drugs, the scourging will shorten their time on their crosses and thus, their torture.
At a signal from the Headmistress both Executioners hit their targets for the first time.
No matter how much anticipated the blows still they jumped in agony when the whip reached them.
Eulalia too instinctively moved forward getting her tits scratched with the rough wood.
Soon both had their backs and buttocks well flogged. Eulalia looks to his left and finds Carlos eyes looking for hers. They both are curious about how the other is reacting to the scourging.
I is also a sort of mutual support, but Carlos is enjoying the show of the attractive lady dancing under the whip with remarkable poise.
They turn to face their tormentors at the count of 25 too and have their fronts flogged.
Eulalia’s feels also the sexual charge that has been steadily increasing since they gathered at the Sicilian villa. She is so excited that she actually presents her breast forward in a silent request for the whip.
And Master Diego diligently complies and also sends the whip between her legs looking for he pussy.
When this happens she forces herself to open her thighs, feeling the leather biting her sex, the loincloth not representing any real protection for her crotch.
Carlos is also having his sex punished and finds Eulalia’s behavior quite inspiring.
They turn around again in order to complete the 100 strokes and are finally released.
-Not bad Carlos. You endure it well. – The Headmistress whispers to him while releasing his hands from the manacles.
-Thank you Headmistress.
-Remember, This is what you want and deserve. You have no options anyway. Just do as you are told and everything will be done.
-Yes Headmistress…I am ready.-stutters the man.
-Good. Not much longer now…go get your patibulum with Eulalia and wait until we start for the hill.
-Yes Mistress- Both answer once again and go to where Amosad and Barabaria have started to form the crucifixion procession.
Once they get there, they are told to kneel close to them. They obey and immediately the crossbeams are placed on their shoulders and tied in place.
Eulalia looks to the others and she finds the image of Barb kneeling in loincloth supporting her patibulum in balance, quite alluring.
-We are about to be taken to our execution in the cross! This time is for real! We are going to die! How can I be excited by this prospect? - She reflects.
Old questions, that every one of them has pondered so many times, and still will until the end.
She knows she is having the same thoughts and feelings than her cross mates; the same familiar sensations of fear and arousal, running again its permanent and obsessive loop.
The picture Carlos draw in the past, of both of them crucified together comes to her mind. She liked that picture that became Carlos’s avatar in the Cruxforums.
She takes also a look to the men, Amosad and Carlos with their bulging loincloths and smiles to herself.
-What a twisted bunch we are! Probably the cross is the only cure for us -she whispers to Barb who looks at her nodding, smiling and beautiful.
The Headmistress back to the whipping posts see FatSlave Girl and Gabriella going towards them.
-Wait a moment! As we said, it will be more interesting if we scourge the couples together. What do you think FSG, would you like to be whipped alongside Nudeboy, like in the island yesterday?
-Yes Headmistress, I would love to -FSG answers immediately with bright eyes.
-All right them. Gabriella, you will have to wait a little longer for your punishment. Nudeboy, go to the other post!
Both lovers walk to their posts quickly, they are eager to be whipped together and don’t want to risk their executioners changing their minds.
Masters Giulio and Anthony take their whips and meet them at the stakes and start securing their wrist in the hanging manacles.
Nudeboy recalls that yesterday, also early in the morning, they were flogged together too. Only 24 hours, but it seems ages ago.
(See post #78. I am freely adapting here Nudeboy’s intense description of that first flogging).
He hears his girlfriend gasping as she squashes her breast against the whipping post, getting ready for the punishment and he feels his hard cock twitching inside his tight loincloth.
Fat Slave Girl has her arms pulled above her head and her wrists buckled into one set of manacles. Her toes just touch the ground and she dangles precariously, her large breasts pushed either side of the rough wooden post.
He watches her being prepared with a kind of mute fascination, almost forgetting he will be flogged too. Master Anthony quickly brings him back to earth, preparing him in the same position.
He looks into his girlfriend's eyes as if they were sharing a romantic dinner.
“Ready?” he whispers hoarsely.
“Ready!” she answers.
Their intimate moment is broken by the crack of the whip and this time FSG screams as the leather snakes across her back, from right shoulder to left hip and Master Giulio lands five more before in rapid succession.
Nudeboy receives also stroke after scorching stroke exactly where he wants on his back, buttocks, thighs and legs.
When they have received 25 they are hanging limp by their wrists. But there are some parts of their bodies which are definitely not limp. He can see FSG's nipples are as hard as bullets, and so can Master Gioulio.
Approaching the post, he raises a hand and twists first one, then the other, hard, drawing a silent gasp from her.
-You are a horny fat slut, aren't you! - He laughs releasing Nudeboy’s girlfriend nipples.
Nudeboy watches her until he feels a powerful right hand grabbing his genitals through his loincloth.
-And you! You are one pathetic asshole! Getting off on your girlfriend being tortured!- Master Anthony has approached him while distracted with his woman´s torture.- Do you even like girls, faggott? It feels like you’re really enjoying having my hand down there!
He could hold out no longer. As his master´s fingers squeeze his shaft through the white cotton his balls began to pump. He roared with the release of a mighty orgasm, feeling his cum soaking into his loincloth.
Master Anthony stands back, laughing as he watches his bruised body twitching in ecstasy, laughing at the amount of pain and humiliation he had been able to inflict.
The punishment continues now with them facing their executioners, pretty much the way both described floggings in their fantasies.
Both receive abundantly the attention of the whip on their fronts; Nudeboy on his stained and bulging loincloth, and FatSlaveGirl on her breast and pussy.
Neither of them tries to hide anything from the leather. On the contrary, carried away by the eroticism of the moment and the effect his torture is having on the audience, they present their sexes to the whip asking for the strokes with their body language.
Nevertheless, the moment they receive the stroke they recoil at the exploding pain; just for a moment, until their submission and perversion makes them to offer again their bodies to their Masters.
They are ordered to turn around for the last part of the flogging and are at last released from the posts.
Their masters take them to where the patibuli are waiting with the first four crucificands.
They are still kneeling on the ground, but several guests had drifted to the forming procession and requested oral attention from Amosad, Barbaria, Carlos and Eulalia. They are busy licking pussies and sucking cocks while taking side glances to the knoll where they soon will be crucified and to the events taken place at the whipping stakes.
FSG and his boyfriend look also at the summit where soon they are going to be lead and to the stakes waiting for the patibuli, the nails and their bodies.
They look at each other and without a word move to squeeze their bodies together hard, looking for the others mouth and kissing fiercely.
FSG rubs her big breast against his man. It hurts after the whipping but she doesn´t care. She wants Nudeboy to feel them, and he reciprocates pushing his cock under the loincloth against her soft skin. They try to feel every part of their bodies, perhaps for the last time.
Their Masters let them do for a while and then they are ordered to kneel also in line.
They obey, still panting and without breaking eye contact, they soon are loaded with the crossbeams that will be used in their execution.
Very soon they start serving guests too with their mouths, as excited and ready for the cross as the other four.
Carlos is sucking a penis, he feels his own strangled cock pulsating and swollen. For a moment he wonders if it will get permanent damage. But immediately he remembers, smiling inwardly, that soon he will be just a naked corpse piled with the others in the grave they help to dig yesterday.
He takes another look at the knoll thinking again:
-I am about to be led to my crucifixion. For real! I am ready!
But his meditations are broken by the cock he is sucking and the sudden jet of cum that fills his mouth.