Some surprise!
When the Headmistress had ordered Jaime to help my owner, I thought she was preparing something nasty for me.
You can all imagine my surprise, when I saw my owner being escorted by two guards, herself only wearing our one-fits-all model loincloth and her hands tied to her back. She was brought to the other stake, her hands were untied, and she was manacled hands above her head to the stake.
“Some, surprise, isn’t it Loxuru?” the Headmistress asks. “Trouble in Palo Alto! A management buy-out! She got put aside by her own staff! As a goodbye present, they bought her a place on a cross here. She has little choice, since going back there, means she would face court trials, enough to ruin her completely and to lock her behind bars for the rest of her life. Her business conduct, was often all but according to the rules. Palo Alto Analytic’s data mining operations had often more of hacking, particularly her personal projects, like this one, by the way. For you, it does not change anything, besides you got the luck now, Lox, since you will have a companion to get flogged with together!?”
“And being thirteen to be crucified, that would have been an unlucky number!”
“Good thinking! And for her, it satisfies her secret kink either!”
“So, I was right about that!”
I watch my nearly naked, now ex-owner, hanging to the pole by her wrist manacles. She is a little bit taller than me, giving her feet more support on the ground, but still, her body hangs outstretched, and it is more than worthwhile looking at!
“Hi, Lox!” she says, sounding a little embarrassed.
“Welcome to the club!” I reply.
“I tell you something, Lox!” the Headmistress says, “She has been a very annoying character! Always complaining, always keen on fine print contract details. Both Aline and me are very eager to give her some payback. So we decided that we would do each fifty strokes to you, and fifty to her! Whom of us do you want to start with her?”
“Whom of you hits the hardest?”
“I do, but Aline is more skilled in precision work on the sensitive body parts!”
“Don’t know! I leave the choice to her! After all, she is still my owner, right!”
“Technically, she still is, right.”
The Headmistress went to my owner, had a brief talk to her, and then sent Aline to me.
“Besides me doing so paperwork at your arrival, we have not yet met personally, right Loxuru?”
“I cannot remember!”
“Your titulus will mention ‘Asocial renegade’, isn’t it?”
“That’s what I have been told!”
“Very convenient, Loxuru! Up to now you have behaved rather like a tourist here! Thanks to your owner, there. Her eager to control, has as yet protected you from the worst torments and humiliations! Since she is a captive herself now, that will change, of course!”
“What do you mean by that?”
“What I mean is, that I noticed, that, during all the activities here as yet, you have not really participated. You kept yourself as an outsider, only acting when your owner requested it.”
“Is this a sort of assessments? Do we get points now?”
“Shut up! After all, you are here because of a so called sexual kink, but I wonder if you are really capable to get aroused! I figure a bag of potatoes will be more aroused than you when we would hang it at your cross! Neither do you look that attractive! If you had not been tracked by that algorithm, you would never have been here!”
“Someone in the party must be The Ugly!”
“Someone in the party must be the pathetic! And I want to make that be you! In front of the guests, in front of your companions! In front of your ex-owner! I want you to scream and beg for mercy! And I want you to do it during the crucifixion!”
“Is this a personal issue of yours?”
“Never mind! Prepare for the flogging now! The first twenty strokes are just a warming up! They serve to prepare the field for the real thing. They kill the resistance. They soften muscles and skin! They make both mind and body very sensitive and receptive for the remainder of the flogging!”
My ‘owner’ looks like an anxious little sparrow, trying in vain to hide herself under her blonde hair running along her face. One last glance towards me, and then she takes cover behind her stretched arms, as she surrenders to what was coming up.
The Headmistress stands behind her. She raises her arm.
Aline takes place behind me. I notice a last exchange of looks with my owner.
Then I wait for what is going to come. I try to make myself as small as possible. I cover my head between my arms.
Instead, the Headmistress delivers a stroke to my owner. A dry ‘clack’ sounds through the desert air. She shrinks and shakes forward, and, facing the sky, she utters a muffled moan. Then she relaxes and brings her head down.
I had been so occupied by the view, that Aline’s first stroke completely came by surprise.
The stroke initially causes a brief stab of pain at the place of impact, my right lower waist. I grin my teeth so hard they feel like about to break. Then, the sting gets burning hot, up to a level that I cannot suppress a cry of pain.
“Ninety-nine to go, Lox!”
Meanwhile, the Headmistress delivers the next stroke to her victim. This time, she cries out louder and writhes her hips left to right and back!
My second stroke! Again that unbearable pain! The next one at the other pole!
My initial determination not to cry out, certainly not in the beginning, had immediately been flogged apart from the first stroke. As the hits keep falling on my back, buttocks, waist, hips, thighs,… I feel my resistance fade away. Crying out is the only way to vent the pain. The more they come, the more I have to grasp to air just to cry out! I only notice that my companion on the other stake reacts similarly.
As Aline and the Headmistress alternate the strokes, I can watch each one my companion is administered. I have to admit that, despite the torment I go through myself, it excites me how her slender but mature body writhes on every stroke. Each time, in a flash, just before Aline’s next stroke comes in, I see her turn her eyes towards me. I wonder what she is thinking! I cannot imagine that she gets turned on from seeing ‘the ugliest of the company’ being whipped. Yet, I try to keep myself together (and I don’t want that bitch Aline win this!).
“Twenty-five!”
One more stinging, burning stroke hits my right hips. I cry out, while I swing to the left, in a vain attempt to run away from the pain! Standing on the tiptoes does not offer much room for evasive moves!.
“All right! Turn around!”
After twenty-five strokes, I already feel I got more than enough! I want to protest, but I refrain myself and obey. My companion also obeys, now exposing her breasts and loins to her tormentor. Exposed from the front to the whip, as I do either!
We are put facing each other! I see her breathing heavily. She nods her head. A sign of appreciation?
Aline sees the bulge behind my loincloth.
“So, Loxuru! It last you get aroused? Is it a pretty view seeing that poor woman being whipped? Or are doe you enjoy to get whipped by a few dominant women? Or both? Once a pervert, right…? Nevertheless we carry on, and I will chase that animal in your loincloth back into its cave!”
Scary! Reminding the Headmistress’s remark about Aline being an expert in targeting ‘sensitive body parts’, I had pushed my loins as close to the pole so far (as far as that little bulging belly was not in the way – Aline had come already very close a few times, when she made the tongue of the whip sling around my hips). Now there is no more pole to protect me.
“Do you know what will be on her titulus, Loxuru? I’ll the tell you : the same as on yours : ‘Asocial renegade’. You two match each other much closer than you think!”
She and me matching each other? For a divorce, I guess!
Immediately, Aline puts her first stroke…straight on my loins. I collapse, out of breath, almost passing out, hanging to the manacles. My outstretched arms, I am hanging on, keep my shriek of pain locked up in my lungs….
When I get control again, I see the Headmistress hold back, she and my companion watching me crawl up on my tiptoes again. Only then, the Headmistress delivers her next stroke, on my companion’s loins either. It is her turn to collapse.
With my front exposed, Aline shows no mercy. The Headmistress was right, Aline knows the sensitive spots very well. From my knees to my chest. Even more, Aline is very skilled to deliver a stroke exactly on a spot where she had delivered one just a few before, increasing hence the number of sensitive spots.
At the other side, the Headmistress gives my companion hers! She shrieks and cries and writhes either on every blow. The Headmistress had put her second hit from frontal, on her breasts, which seems actually the most painful of all. I experience that either, any time Aline targets my breast level.
It seems endless! I didn’t know there were so many numbers between twenty-five and….
“Fifty!”
A short break. Yet, only halfway. Aline and the Headmistress switch poles.
“How are you doing Lox!?”
How I am doing? I have pain, I have cramps in my arms, I am trembling, sweating, the sun stings, the dry desert wind stings! The sand in the dry desert wind stings!
“Am I supposed to say : ‘fine’?”
“Don’t take Aline’s attitude towards, what she calls ‘ugly men’ too personal. A little bad experience from an earlier marriage. She was eighteen, he was fifty-five, but he had money, he was almost disgustingly rich. I had warned her not to do it,” the Headmistress said, with a conspiring voice, “but she did not listen. She did it for the money, of course, yet the marriage turned out to be a disappointment for her in many ways. Since, she disgusts all men over forty!”
I exchange a view with my companion. She looks terrible. Her hair hangs now entangled along her head. But still, she nods upward. Above her manacles, I see her both wrists do a ‘thumbs up’. I reply the same way. It seems to please her.
But she gets little time for feeling pleased. Aline already administers her first stroke. Her victim utters a roar I had never heard of her before.
“Don’t worry about her, she is doing fine! She only has asked you should not have bad feelings towards her for bringing you here. She would appreciate if you would handle the experience as a teambuilding!” the Headmistress says.
“Two asocial renegades doing teambuilding!?”
“Why not? My turn now! Duck, Lox!”
The Headmistress hits differently Aline administered intensely burning stings. The local impact from the Headmistress’s strokes feels less intense, but then, the pain raises all around. I writhe harder, I pull harder on my wrists and my tiptoes get under unbearable strain meanwhile.
I soon loose count. But meanwhile, I still follow my companion, subjected now to Aline’s skills. Aline hates women over forty either, since one such had persuaded Aline’s husband to dump her for herself.
“Seventy-five!”
At last!
Despite feeling wrecked, I wonder how I can still manage it!? The drugs? My pride towards Aline? Loyalty (after all) to my companion? Damn, it needs me a hundred lashes to become a team player?
I look at her! She nods confirming, as if my attitude still pleases her.
“Come on! The last twenty-five!” I hear her say. “Don’t give up in the last stretch!”
“Turn around, please!?” the Headmistress says.
We both obey, and turn our face again to the stake.
“Loxuru! There is just one detail! To you, and to your owner too, we will administer some five lashes, intended to create welts. As I said at the beginning, we want no bloodshed, no beaten half death bleeding corpses crucified. But a few bleeding welts, releasing one or two trickles of blood, will add to the realism of the show, for the aesthetics of realism. It could hurt a little when I make these welts, so you are warned!”
Finally, the most relieving number sounds :
“Hunderd!”
It was over, for both of us.
I had lost notion of time.
But I had not lost notion of my companion. I had all the time enjoyed seeing her suffering under the whip, watching her exciting body reacting on each stroke. Neither Aline nor the Headmistress had succeeded to chase the animal back into its cave.
Our wrists are released and they bring us to the pile of crossbeams. The other captives, kneeling down, have already a crossbeam in their neck, with their arms tied to it. But there still is a stock of crossbeams left over.
“Wait here!” is told us.
So we do.
“Thanks you did so well” she says.
“I got it right about you!”
“Among the guests there are a few uncurable psychotic sadists. But most of them share our kink, and have come to watch our crucifixion, just to envy us for it! Let’s make a deal! Let’s make them jealous as hell when we get crucified! Let’s all stick together for that, and let us not be played apart! Let’s keep our dignity! That, and our common fate, is all we got left now!”
“That’s what is in my mind too! What are they going to do with us?” I ask.
“No idea! I got no longer involved in the planning after I got sacked!”
Suddenly guards grab our arms and push us, next to each other, forward over the remaining pile of crossbeams. Our arms are pushed down, in front of our head. We look at each other, surprised.
The Cross Headmistress shows up in front of us.
“Before we get you a crossbeam, you two get some extra entertainment!” the Headmistress says, then adding : “Aline’s idea, not mine!”
“Right!” Aline shouts to the guests and the other guards, “these two asocial renegades will get a lesson in social conduct! Give them a good pre-crucifixion gangrape, according to the best Roman traditions!”
(to be continued – after Carlos has shown the way further)
