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[carloscruz]

More of Part XII (The nailing)

FatSlaveGirl, Nudeboy and Roberta had been close together during the Via crucis and are told to kneel side by side when they reach the summit.

Roberta sees the row of stakes at the summit and realizes the full finality of her situation. She is feeling the pain from her recent flogging and the pleasure from being with her naked friends. Knowing they will soon be suffering with them, together on their crosses. A sexual excitement overwhelms her fears as she has spent many nights alone in her bed fantasizing about her death on a cross; fantasies that resulted in having wonderful orgasms.

The three watch excited and surprised the frantic activity on the knoll top. The crucifixions are about to start. Some crucificands are being relieved of their crossbeams, others are being led to their already assembled crosses. Still supporting their crossbeams they look at each other with fear, anticipation and lust in their eyes.

Master Giulio gets FSG out of her reverie by slapping her hard on her face and breasts. Once recovered from her initial surprise, she straightens herself, willingly offering her body to the punishment.
Giulio, secretly admiring her composure, continues slapping her face some more until he gets a thick leather strap and starts hitting again her tits and her crotch.

-You fat fucking whore!- he insults her

She grunts her pain while Nudeboy and Roberta are equally beaten and humiliated by Master Anthony and Mistress Sarah.
Roberta’s wide bum and breasts, specially, receive a hard punishment.
Master Giulio finishes flogging his fat charge and the three are relieved of their patibulum.
Their hands are tied at their backs while they remain kneeling.

-Pay attention dirty perverts!- Master Giulio shouts to the group- You are about to get what you deserved and wished. You are about to be executed by crucifixion. But first we are going to have some more fun with you pigs. Lean forward!

Nudeboy, FSG and Roberta obey immediately, feeling the familiar turmoil of arousal, fear and anticipation.
At least one of their companions is already being nailed to his lying down cross, and he is crying his pain out loud while the metal is hammered trough his body. Nudeboy thinks he recognizes Wikk's voice.
This is no longer a fantasy!

Mistress Sarah positions herself in front of Roberta offering her naked cunt to the Canadian´s attentions. Roberta feels how her loincloth is pushed aside while strong hands grab her hips. She starts lapping her Mistress’s sex while an unknown thick male member, pushes his way deep inside her with a single and powerful thrust.
She looks to her left and sees how Nudeboy and FSG are being raped too.
Their masters thrusting deep and hard their cocks inside their prisoner’s bodies.
Nudeboy is grunting feeling the painful assault but, at the same time, he is greatly enjoying being arse raped one last time before his nailing and his cock is protruding hard as a rock when his master reaches for it and squeezes it.
-Mmmm! You are really enjoying this Nudeboy!
-Yes Master! Thankyou Master!
-Good! I like that. I want you to enjoy being used by me. And I wish you have no regrets when your fantasy comes true. Very soon now you will be hanging naked from your crosses. I hope you somehow enjoy it. That will give an incredible turn on!
-I hope so too Master…Oww!- Nudeboy answers while felling Anthony’s penis impaling him even deeper.

In front of them, the three crosses are almost ready to receive their bodies.

Some minutes later, once the three have been properly fucked, the women cunt raped and sodomized, Masters Giulio and Anthony and Mistress Sarah consider their prisoners ready for nailing.
FSG is ordered first to get ready on top of her cross.
Her wrists untied, she lies on it, feeling the rough wood on her back and ass. She can’t suppress a shiver.

Two assistants fix her with the plastic zipper straps on position.
She is breathing fast and knowing the huge pain she is about to experience, even with the drug’s help.
She looks at Giulio. He is already holding the first nail and the heavy mallet. He is looking at her soft and inviting body, covered just by her loincloth.
FSG, summoning all her willpower and the memories of years of twisted fantasies, tells him with a mocking smile:

- Are you convinced this cross will hold my weight? And please, make sure I am properly nailed; I want to die by crucifixion, not because I fall from my cross! I am a fat woman.

Giulio looks at her with increased respect. He really likes this big woman and finds her very attractive. He has enjoyed fucking her a lot and now she is joking about her execution. Well that is composure!

-Don’t worry FSG- he answers smiling broadly- The cross will support you and will kill you, and the nails will hold until then!
-Thanks Master. In that case, I am ready.-she answers- Do it! It’s about time I get fixed to my cross!
-As you wish my lady!-Giulio tells her with an ironic smile, while putting the first nail in place and delivering the first blow.

The nail goes cleanly through FSG body and even pierces the wood. She arcs her body grunting in incredible pain but when after another three more blows of the mallet, the nail is totally in place, she finds enough courage to tell him:
-Yes Master. I have to admit that it really looks secure. –she declares looking at her bleeding wrist with the big nail head protruding from her soft skin.

- You are a hell of a lady FSG!- Giulio answers with admiration.
Without delay he proceeds to nail her other wrist and her feet, with the soles flat at the sides of the pole, her knees wide apart.
That way her sex will be totally exposed once her loincloth is removed.
Last, he fixes her tituli over her head.

FAT SLAVE GIRL
GLUTTON
LESBIAN
DYKE
ANAL OBSESSIVE​

The condemned woman keeps grunting her pain during the whole process and when is finished looks at her Executioner standing by her cross. The mallet still in her right hand and his breathing almost as labored as hers.

-Thank you Master…-she says.

Giulio bends over her and without even thinking kiss her tenderly on her mouth…

Nudeboy and Roberta had witnessed the preparation of her lover and friend for her torture and death with amazement.

He is permanently in turmoil of feelings. One thing is to fantasize about crucifixions, and a very different one to see the body of a real woman, a woman you love, brutally attached to the wood that will soon, as Giulio put it, kill her.
But her composure and the way they exchanged looks frecuently time givee him his courage back and his cock reaches again his full size. She is behaving with such a courage and depravity!
So when Anthony tells him:

-Let’s do it Boy. Your time has come.

He walks to his own cross with a rock hard cock, proudly pushing his under his loincloth.
He looks right and left.
Roberta is also reaching her own cross with Mistress Sarah at her side.
She is going to be next to FatSlaveGirl and there are two more crosses on the line after hers.
Nudeboy notices with pleasure that once the crosses are erected, he will have FSG to his left and Gabriella, the Italian girl, to his right. He will die between two very attractive women.
Right now the Italian escort his giving Wikk, already nailed on his lying cross, a very intense blowjob.

Anthony gets his attention back untying his wrists and ordering him to lie on top of his wood.
He obeys and gets quickly strapped in position.
Roberta is also being strapped with the plastic zippers and Mistress Sarah is reaching for a heavy hammer and the first nail.
She is naked from her waist down, like Giulio and Anthony.
Most of the executioners and public are at least partially naked and the sexual charge in the atmosphere is quite high.

Nudeboy locks his eyes on his lover´s and she keeps the eye contact while Anthony starts hammering the first nail in place. He jumps twisting his body at the huge and sharp pain. But he still manages to maintain the eye contact with his woman while she keeps conveying a lot of support to him from her own cross.
Soon he is set, the four nails piercing his wrists and feet in the same way than her lovers.
He can hear now Sarah´s hammer falling on Roberta’s nails and the Canadian’s painful sobbing and grunting.

In less than five minutes both of them have been also prepared.
Master Anthony fixes his titulum over his head.

NUDEBOY
SODOMITE
FAGGOTT
MASTURBATOR
WANKER
PERVERT
​

Mistress Sarah is doing the same with Roberta’s and when she finishes she retires a couple of steps back and looks at the woman loincloth she has just executed.
Roberta lies on a regular cross, arms fastened to the horizontal beam. One nail through each wrist and foot; feet at the front.

Her titulum reads:

​

ROBERTA
FLAGELLANT
FEMME
MASTURBATOR
MASOCHIST
ASS FETISH​

Three more crucificands are now ready to be raised and start experiencing the weight of their bodies.

 

[carloscruz]

Loxuru and Martha, his former owner and ex-CEO, have also reached the hill summit their crossbeams removed and their hands bound at their backs. They are told to wait until they are called to their crosses.

He is admiring her beautiful body, her breast pushed forward by her arm’s position, her hips curving lovely, her legs long and elegant, her pussy lips hinted under her tight loincloth…



-Lox may ask you something?

-Go ahead.

-It may sound silly but…Would you marry me before they crucify us?

-What?

-In the end I think I have fallen for you and since we are going to die together, I would like to do it as your woman…and if possible after having copulated with you.

-And who do you think would do that? Do you see any priests or judge around?

-Well the Headmistress is obviously the highest authority around here.

I studied Law besides Business and I would maintain the opinion that a marriage “in articulo mortis” officiated by her, could be considered valid in most legal systems, but I don’t care. It will be valid for me and if you think the same, that is all I care for!

-Well…I can’t deny that you have certainly impressed me…

-And I am sure she would allow us to consummate before our crucifixion!

-You know Martha? That it is quite tempting!

 

[carloscruz]

Quickly after reaching the hill top Master Diego with the help of Paul, Barbaria´s Master, had removed her crossbar from her shoulders and placed it besides her upright. She knows it´s hers because it has beveled edges at 45 degrees and because of her titulum:

EULALIA
DAMNED to be CRUCIFIED​

She has been looking at it since she was able to identify it. With a look of calm acceptance, not fear, some apprehension perhaps, but anticipation too - it's almost, strangely, a look of love.


All the stipes have been laid on the ground in order to assemble the crosses.
It looks like her cross will stand between those of Barb and Nudeboy.
She is a natural slavegirl, she has learnt to accept her position in life, and now she accepts her position for death.
Her patibulum is placed below her upright and she can´t help but smile remembering the words she once wrote and posted:

“…So my arms are stretched back a bit, forcing my breast apart…”

Soon both pieces are fastened together, the nails on the ground by the stipe. Her cross is ready and waiting for her body; the last piece to be fixed to the wood.

Now to her surprise she ears the voice of her Master. Diego is reciting with skill and emotion a poem she recently wrote.

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.

-In your honor, my beautiful condemned lady! – He finishes. - As you wrote, your cross is waiting. And I think that's what this girl deserves.

Blushing slightly, she bends her knee in a grateful obeisance, whispers, "Thankyou,Sir."

She walks and stands beside her cross feeling her emotions colliding inside her. Master Diego unties her hands and orders her:
-Strip now Eulalia.
She immediately removes her loincloth herself holding it in her hands during a long instant. Feeling again the breeze caressing her bare sex and suddenly conscious of the many eyes on her.
-Lie down. It´s time we crucify you. - Master Diego tells her softly, even tenderly, while taking the rope and the cloth from her hands.
-I will keep this…always...- He says smelling deeply the female scent from her loincloth. She smiles, with a little twinkle in her deep brown eyes.
Eulalia sits on her cross, feeling the wood on her bare bum. She stretches her body looking for the crossbeam. Looking at the blue sky, not knowing what expression you should put in your face when you are about to be executed and everybody knows that you have wishfully submitted. That you are going to be nailed to a piece of wood because a…gut feeling, an intuition…for the actual experience of the cross, if that makes any sense!

Now things start happening very fast. Eulalia feels hands grabbing her wrist and feet, positioning them and plastics straps fix them in place.
Without delay the point of the first nail in pushed in place in her right wrist. By instinct, she looks that way, but seeing the mallet descending she looks back straight ahead at the sky again.
The mallet hits the nail, her nail, and it goes through her arm, reaching the crossbeam.
The pain explodes inside her body and she howls like a wild animal from pain and surprise while her body arches up violently.
She prepares herself for the rest, knowing that this pain is just the beginning. That the real torture will not start until her cross is raised.
Without any pause the rest of the nails are hammered in the wood through her left wrist and through her feet, nailed with the soles against the wood.
Her knees forced wide apart showing her sex to the mesmerized audience.

It´s done; she looks right and left and sees the big nails protruding from her body. It looks so unreal!
She has been nailed to her cross; she is now one with the wood and the nails...Forever!
The public enjoys watching how she struggles to cope with the pain.
But now she may somehow relax. She doesn’t know what to feel.
The pain is huge, even with the effect of the drugs. She tries to calm her frantic breathing.

Master Diego caresses her body slowly.
She looks around and sees the lust and the huge excitement of the people around her. They have just watched her to be crucified and they can’t take their eyes from her naked body, fixed now to the wood.

-Eulalia you look so beautiful on your cross…-Diego tells her in a soothing voice while touching her breasts.- You are almost there…I will be with you all the time. I will help you; I will take care of you. - His right hand is now lightly caressing the pinky folds of her parted sex. Her loins quiver responsively.
His left hand is still on her tits. They rise and fall under his hand with her heavy breathing, he can feel her heart racing, her soft panting breath on his cheek.
His hands…all those eyes on her…she notes that she is incredibly excited in spite of the pain, and this notion gives her a big sensation of relief…and a certain kind of pride.
-Soon you will be up, living your dream, giving your pain and beauty to all of us. Even to your companions on the cross. I now you will maintain your composure and you will sacrifice yourself for our pleasure…and yours.
All that will be worth of your torture and death Eulalia.

The noise of hammering and cries of pain are now increasing. The nailing is in full progress.
She closes her eyes for a moment, reflecting in what have just happened to her and in what is about to happen…


(As usual, in red Eulalia's own beautiful words)

 

[carloscruz]

Barb carefully lowers herself to the ground and remains in a kneeling position still loaded with her heavy crossbeam attached to her shoulders.

-Barb I am going to help Diego with Eulalia’s nailing. Wait here, we will take care of you once we finish with her. Get some rest. - Master Paul tells her.
So while he is busy with Eulalia’s nailing, Barb observes the procedure with a mix of horror and fascination.
One of the cameras at least is following the nailing of Eulalia and occasionally it also records her own expressions.
She is very sorry for Eulalia, but finds her very sexy lying on her cross, and when later, already nailed, she is left to wait for the raising of the crosses, Barb realizes that she is wet and excited.

-Your turn Barbaria! Get ready! - Master Paul warns her approaching with Diego. They quickly remove the patibulum from the American’s shoulders and the assistants fix it to the stipes lying next to Eulalia’s.
Her titulum was already affixed to it:

BARBARA MOORE
REBEL WITHOUT A CAUSE
​

Apparently the Scottish lady and she are going to die side by side.
Both women exchange furtive glances.

Even as Eulalia lies on her Cross, stretched and ready, part of
Barb is was urging her, with all her heart, to be strong and brave –
And her quiet expression shows she is – but another, darker, side is fascinated watching her subjection to her agony and humiliation, feeling a delicious terror in the knowledge that her turn is next.

It looks like Eulalia is somehow getting used to the pain and is now following with fascination the process of getting also Barb ready to be killed by her cross.

Once it is ready she is ordered to lie down on her cross.
She submits and does as she is told, stretching her arms cooperatively. Her fine long legs, one flexed up, the other stretched out, her plump breasts lying as slowly heaving cushions over her raised rib-cage, her face nestled against her hair gathered in a lovely ponytail.
The loincloth and the rope emphasize her narrow waist, her round hips and her shapely mound.
She bears a determined expression.
They get her ready with the straps and Master Paul gets the first nail and his heavy hammer and approaches, his eyes fixed on hers.
Master Diego is standing by Eulalia’s lying cross. Many guests are surrounding the American’s and are anxious to witness her ordeal, but Diego makes sure that the Scotchwoman’s view is not obstructed.
Like in every nailing, cameras are recording everything.

Without any more words Paul puts the first point in Barb’s left wrist. He pushes getting a trickle of blood. The nail is grabbed by the tool of an assistant and kept vertical. Barb tries to look but Paul moves her chin away with his hand and she looks at her right, getting a supportive look from the already nailed Eulalia. She is thinking of smiling back when the first blow pushes the nail cleanly through her.
The pain hits her hard. There is no way to prepare for that. Perhaps the chemicals in the drug will soon help her to adjust and bear the torment, but now she takes her nailing with roars of pain and furious kicking.
Her screams were shrill, her convulsions exquisite, as the nails are driven home.

But Paul works fast and efficiently. Quick and clean nailings were the Headmistress’ idea and everybody agreed with her.
So in a few minutes Barbaria is ready with her four spikes in place, the plastic straps cut.
While she is trying to recover her breath rhythm, she feels her loincloth tore away. She looks up and sees a strong black man, already naked from his waist down, tearing away his t-shirt and sporting a huge erection.
She guesses he is probably an athlete, but in fact he is the rising star of an architects study in Chicago.

He franticly lays on top of her, embracing both her body and her cross, pushing aside her knees, her feet feeling an intense pain, his long member seeking franticly her sex.
She feels a huge pain and she tries to accommodate him, both to ease her pain and because she feels her raping as a part of her punishment.

He enters her deep with a moan, biting and kissing her breasts
She looks left and right, surprised again by the big nails on her wrists. Seeing the many eyes fixed on her, including those of Eulalia from her own cross.
She is very conscious of her four nails pinning her to her cross and now the fifth filling her womb. The pain is mixed now with the onset of an equally intense pleasure.

-Please don’t hate me for this. I need to fuck you. You are the most exciting image I ever seen! - He whispers in her ear, humping and ramming her with wild anxiety and passion, kissing now her neck.
-I don’t. I am her for this…I guess. I only hope you will enjoy my crucifixion – she answers surprising herself, once again, by her submission and intense emotions.
Soon she feels him groaning, shaking and emptying himself inside her but, at the same time, giving her a huge and totally unexpected climax.

-Than you! Thank you very much! - He pants giving her a surprisingly tender kiss- I will never forget you! My name is Charles. Good luck…I guess…

He gets up from her with his impressive cock still dripping, and somehow ashamed turns around leaving her on her cross.

Still dazed by her nailing and raping, Barb notices Carlos approaching the cross laying at her left. His cock is obviously engorged under his tight loincloth.

-It looks like we are going to die crucified side by side. How are you feeling Barb? - He asks when their eyes meet.

 

[carloscruz]

A few minutes before that...

I feel the Headmistress delicately pushing me forward towards my cross.
-Go now, Carlos. – The Headmistress tells me - You will find your cross between Barbaria’s and Messaline’s. I asked her where she wanted her cross and she said:

“Oh, I would like to be between Judith and Carlos... ”

When I hear that, I feel very surprised but deeply honored by Messaline’s choice.

After some hesitation, I manage to overcome my panic and I start walking towards my cross and my execution. I notice that my cock, is still pushing hard against my loincloth and I feel a certain relief and pride of being able to display my arousal and submission so clearly at the most dramatic moment of my life.

I reach my cross and notice Barb already nailed to the next. She will be crucified at my right side and she has been just raped by a big black man.

-¿How are you feeling Barb? – I ask her when our eyes met. She draws some air and

- I’m scared ... very scared. This has all been so exciting up till now. It’s been harsh and humiliating, but I bargained for that ... I mean to die slowly, nailed naked to a cross, crucified, surrounded by others suffering the same horrible agony, and observed by hordes of people reveling at the sight of me and the others struggling, sheened with sweat, gasping for breath and crying out ... all that was my fantasy and I wanted to live out my fantasy. But now I’m not so sure. I want to say no, but I can’t. There’s no going back. My only solace is that my ordeal will be shared with you and Eul, one to each side of me. I hope that I will draw strength from the example the two of you set and not shame myself before the crowd.

-Yes I understand you perfectly and I am very scared myself.
But on the other hand I think we couldn’t stop now even if we were given the chance. Don’t you agree?

Of course we can’t. – I continue before she has the chance to answer - You are already nailed, I am about to be, and there is the terminal effects of the drug too…No matter what, tomorrow our bodies will be piled together in that grave we helped to dig.
And you are right, we will support each other. Remember what Martha, Loxuru’s former owner, said after our scourging: Many in the audience will end up envying us!
I also hope you, from your own cross, will enjoy watching how I suffer and die in mine. I would really like that Barb!

And I have to tell you how incredibly sexy you look nailed on that cross. Look at my cock! I am so horny!
And Eulalia too – I say looking at our Scottish friend, lying on the next cross, her pussy exposed and an intense expression on her beautiful face.

The fact is that I wish we were already up in our crosses and be done with it. I want to know if I am strong enough to bear it. I want to keep my composure, but I am afraid of crying like a little girl and disgrace myself.

On the other hand – I keep explaining excitedly -I think my pervert mind has been totally set loose by the drug because, since we are going to die anyway, I wish my torture to be long and painful. I want to give our audience a unique show. I want to offer my body and my pain for their lust.
Probably I am babbling nonsense, but I think perhaps I have been a little adrift my whole life.
So I think it is time my nails fix me to the cross, once and for all, putting me in my place; putting me where I really belong: crucified.
You see? I am looking forward to join you ladies and I will do my best to support you and provide you with some distraction.

Barb, who had followed my intense speech with some surprise, says at last:

-You know what Carlos? After what we are about to be put through, the idea of our naked bodies thrown together in our grave, in a heap, gives me a feeling; more comforting and intimate than macabre.

You’ve actually hit upon one of my fantasies ... I find body piles very erotic ... the idea of lying naked amongst a heap of executed bodies ... can set me off.

In green Mesaliness's words. In blue Barbaria's

 

[carloscruz]

Many things are happening around me while I wait for the Headmistress to arrive and proceed with my own nailing.
Some of us are already nailed and lying on their crosses while waiting for the raising, others are being nailed at this time and others are still being raped or abused.
I see a group of four women is walking in my direction and they immediately caught my attention. They are Messaline, Judith, Mistress Monique and Ama (Mistress) Charo.

The four are attractive women, but the first two look beautiful. Tits bouncing, hips swinging, mounds hinted by the taut loincloths. They walk straight, their arms tied at their backs.
They wear crowns of flowers on their hair; blonde and brunette, both as gorgeous as chic.
Nobody would guess seeing their half smiles and their poise that they are walking to their long and painful execution. Nor that the two Mistresses are going to be the ones carrying out their sentence.
The relaxed, even intimate, way they chat among the four make think they are a group of friends looking for a nice time together.
It looks to me that Messa and Judith had accepted their fate, being crucified and dying together, as the most suitable culmination for their deep love and mutual passion.

Messaline looks at me and I tell her:
-I feel deeply honored by your choice Madame. And I am sure that my nailed cock besides you could do nothing bad to you! (see post #525 on this thread).

She laughs merrily at my words
-On the other hand – I continue - I hope that watching my balls and penis being punished so close to you, will provide some pleasant distraction to you ladies, during our long hours of suffering and pain on our crosses!

-Bien sûr and Merci Carlos! Vous êtes très gentil!- Judith answers this time while Messa keeps laughing.

They reach now their crosses and the two lovers get their bodies together, pressing their breast against the others, kissing deeply during a long instant.
Monique and Charo untie their wrists when they finish´
The couple exchanges a last "au revoir" and a "be courageous my love...”
Then, without being told they lay on their crosses and wait motionless while the assistants strap them into position. Their legs bent backward up to their waists height.

Monique and Charo take one nail each and a mallet.

-Are you ready girls? – Monique asks.
-Oui! – Both whisper at the same time. – Nous sommes prête!

Now Messa and Judith look at each other’s eyes. Monique and Charo start the execution, hammering the first nail in place quickly and efficiently. They continue with the rest while the French ladies grunt their acute pain without ever breaking their eye contact, thus conveying a great deal of support and love to the other.

Soon they are nailed, forever, to their crosses; ready now to die together…”

 

[carloscruz]

Patriziio reached the hilltop wondering how have him got himself in that situation.
He was about to be crucified with the rest! He didn’t want to die!
Nevertheless he was very excited!

 

[carloscruz]

Patrizio, Pyraland, Kathy, Loxuru, Messaline:
I would be very grateful if you now post your own parts.
After that I will close the nailing part with my own nailing, taking in consideration your additions and ideas.
Of course, any other contribution will be very wellcome.
Thanks a lot for your help!

 

[Loxuru]

Carlos has just described one of the greatest and most hectic and infernal crucifixion scenes I ever have read!

Being part of it, it feels like standing amidst a Hieronymous Bosch painting!

The most maddening thing of all is, standing in this exiting turmoil, I am supposed to find a volunteer for a best man, and for a bridesmaid for my companion.

I am finishing my part.

 

[Barbaria1]

Barb carefully lowers herself to the ground and remains in a kneeling position still loaded with her heavy crossbeam attached to her shoulders.

-Barb I am going to help Diego with Eulalia’s nailing. Wait here, we will take care of you once we finish with her. Get some rest. - Master Paul tells her.
So while he is busy with Eulalia’s nailing, Barb observes the procedure with a mix of horror and fascination.
One of the cameras at least is following the nailing of Eulalia and occasionally it also records her own expressions.
She is very sorry for Eulalia, but finds her very sexy lying on her cross, and when later, already nailed, she is left to wait for the raising of the crosses, Barb realizes that she is wet and excited.

-Your turn Barbaria! Get ready! - Master Paul warns her approaching with Diego. They quickly remove the patibulum from the American’s shoulders and the assistants fix it to the stipes lying next to Eulalia’s.
Her titulum was already affixed to it:

BARBARA MOORE
REBEL WITHOUT A CAUSE
​

Apparently the Scottish lady and she are going to die side by side.
Both women exchange furtive glances.

Even as Eulalia lies on her Cross, stretched and ready, part of
Barb is was urging her, with all her heart, to be strong and brave –
And her quiet expression shows she is – but another, darker, side is fascinated watching her subjection to her agony and humiliation, feeling a delicious terror in the knowledge that her turn is next.

It looks like Eulalia is somehow getting used to the pain and is now following with fascination the process of getting also Barb ready to be killed by her cross.

Once it is ready she is ordered to lie down on her cross.
She submits and does as she is told, stretching her arms cooperatively. Her fine long legs, one flexed up, the other stretched out, her plump breasts lying as slowly heaving cushions over her raised rib-cage, her face nestled against her hair gathered in a lovely ponytail.
The loincloth and the rope emphasize her narrow waist, her round hips and her shapely mound.
She bears a determined expression.
They get her ready with the straps and Master Paul gets the first nail and his heavy hammer and approaches, his eyes fixed on hers.
Master Diego is standing by Eulalia’s lying cross. Many guests are surrounding the American’s and are anxious to witness her ordeal, but Diego makes sure that the Scotchwoman’s view is not obstructed.
Like in every nailing, cameras are recording everything.

Without any more words Paul puts the first point in Barb’s left wrist. He pushes getting a trickle of blood. The nail is grabbed by the tool of an assistant and kept vertical. Barb tries to look but Paul moves her chin away with his hand and she looks at her right, getting a supportive look from the already nailed Eulalia. She is thinking of smiling back when the first blow pushes the nail cleanly through her.
The pain hits her hard. There is no way to prepare for that. Perhaps the chemicals in the drug will soon help her to adjust and bear the torment, but now she takes her nailing with roars of pain and furious kicking.
Her screams were shrill, her convulsions exquisite, as the nails are driven home.

But Paul works fast and efficiently. Quick and clean nailings were the Headmistress’ idea and everybody agreed with her.
So in a few minutes Barbaria is ready with her four spikes in place, the plastic straps cut.
While she is trying to recover her breath rhythm, she feels her loincloth tore away. She looks up and sees a strong black man, already naked from his waist down, tearing away his t-shirt and sporting a huge erection.
She guesses he is probably an athlete, but in fact he is the rising star of an architects study in Chicago.

He franticly lays on top of her, embracing both her body and her cross, pushing aside her knees, her feet feeling an intense pain, his long member seeking franticly her sex.
She feels a huge pain and she tries to accommodate him, both to ease her pain and because she feels her raping as a part of her punishment.

He enters her deep with a moan, biting and kissing her breasts
She looks left and right, surprised again by the big nails on her wrists. Seeing the many eyes fixed on her, including those of Eulalia from her own cross.
She is very conscious of her four nails pinning her to her cross and now the fifth filling her womb. The pain is mixed now with the onset of an equally intense pleasure.

-Please don’t hate me for this. I need to fuck you. You are the most exciting image I ever seen! - He whispers in her ear, humping and ramming her with wild anxiety and passion, kissing now her neck.
-I don’t. I am her for this…I guess. I only hope you will enjoy my crucifixion – she answers surprising herself, once again, by her submission and intense emotions.
Soon she feels him groaning, shaking and emptying himself inside her but, at the same time, giving her a huge and totally unexpected climax.

-Than you! Thank you very much! - He pants giving her a surprisingly tender kiss- I will never forget you! My name is Charles. Good luck…I guess…

He gets up from her with his impressive cock still dripping, and somehow ashamed turns around leaving her on her cross.

Still dazed by her nailing and raping, Barb notices Carlos approaching the cross laying at her left. His cock is obviously engorged under his tight loincloth.

-It looks like we are going to die crucified side by side. How are you feeling Barb? - He asks when their eyes meet.

A few minutes before that...

I feel the Headmistress delicately pushing me forward towards my cross.
-Go now, Carlos. – The Headmistress tells me - You will find your cross between Barbaria’s and Messaline’s. I asked her where she wanted her cross and she said:

“Oh, I would like to be between Judith and Carlos... ”

When I hear that, I feel very surprised but deeply honored by Messaline’s choice.

After some hesitation, I manage to overcome my panic and I start walking towards my cross and my execution. I notice that my cock, is still pushing hard against my loincloth and I feel a certain relief and pride of being able to display my arousal and submission so clearly at the most dramatic moment of my life.

I reach my cross and notice Barb already nailed to the next. She will be crucified at my right side and she has been just raped by a big black man.

-¿How are you feeling Barb? – I ask her when our eyes met. She draws some air and

- I’m scared ... very scared. This has all been so exciting up till now. It’s been harsh and humiliating, but I bargained for that ... I mean to die slowly, nailed naked to a cross, crucified, surrounded by others suffering the same horrible agony, and observed by hordes of people reveling at the sight of me and the others struggling, sheened with sweat, gasping for breath and crying out ... all that was my fantasy and I wanted to live out my fantasy. But now I’m not so sure. I want to say no, but I can’t. There’s no going back. My only solace is that my ordeal will be shared with you and Eul, one to each side of me. I hope that I will draw strength from the example the two of you set and not shame myself before the crowd.

-Yes I understand you perfectly and I am very scared myself.
But on the other hand I think we couldn’t stop now even if we were given the chance. Don’t you agree?

Of course we can’t. – I continue before she has the chance to answer - You are already nailed, I am about to be, and there is the terminal effects of the drug too…No matter what, tomorrow our bodies will be piled together in that grave we helped to dig.
And you are right, we will support each other. Remember what Martha, Loxuru’s former owner, said after our scourging: Many in the audience will end up envying us!
I also hope you, from your own cross, will enjoy watching how I suffer and die in mine. I would really like that Barb!

And I have to tell you how incredibly sexy you look nailed on that cross. Look at my cock! I am so horny!
And Eulalia too – I say looking at our Scottish friend, lying on the next cross, her pussy exposed and an intense expression on her beautiful face.

The fact is that I wish we were already up in our crosses and be done with it. I want to know if I am strong enough to bear it. I want to keep my composure, but I am afraid of crying like a little girl and disgrace myself.

On the other hand – I keep explaining excitedly -I think my pervert mind has been totally set loose by the drug because, since we are going to die anyway, I wish my torture to be long and painful. I want to give our audience a unique show. I want to offer my body and my pain for their lust.
Probably I am babbling nonsense, but I think perhaps I have been a little adrift my whole life.
So I think it is time my nails fix me to the cross, once and for all, putting me in my place; putting me where I really belong: crucified.
You see? I am looking forward to join you ladies and I will do my best to support you and provide you with some distraction.

Barb, who had followed my intense speech with some surprise, says at last:

-You know what Carlos? After what we are about to be put through, the idea of our naked bodies thrown together in our grave, in a heap, gives me a feeling; more comforting and intimate than macabre.

You’ve actually hit upon one of my fantasies ... I find body piles very erotic ... the idea of lying naked amongst a heap of executed bodies ... can set me off.

In green Mesaliness's words. In blue Barbaria's

Whew!!!

Well done, Carlos !!!

 

[carloscruz]

Another piece of information:
The way the crosses will stand is from left to right:
Amosad, Patrizio, Martha (ex.CEO), Loxuru, Judith, Messaline, Carloscruz, Barbaria, Eulalia, Wikk, Gabriella, Nudeboy, FatSlaveGirl, Roberta, Karhy, Pyraland.
So, for instance, I will have Messaline on my right and Barb at my left.
Am I forgetting somebody?

 

[piraland]

I feel really tired, tired of living, in a hurry to be nailed to my cross!

I now have this irresistible urge to feel the nails penetrate my wrists, my feet, to experience this infinite suffering that will allow me to do more than one with this cross that obsesses me, that will destroy me but that I just love it .

I had a busy life but I always knew that this cross would greet me one day, it has been waiting for me forever.

Most of my companions of the cross are already nailed, soon will be my turn and after, we will be raised all and we will all suffer, together, naked, exposed, humiliated and die slowly as we all decided.

My dick hurts me, he is always erect, ready to serve, always ready to satisfy who would like !

Sex and death are definitely good home!

What a beautiful show we will be able to offer!
Our suffering and our death, filmed, will make the front page on the internet!

And the spectators, what will they do?

Will they come to stroke the horny, overflowing pussy of women's cum or the erect cock of men?

Monica in any case will not be deprived!
May she take full advantage of it because, having taken the same drugs as us, she will not survive us long and will not even have the pleasure of deserving her death on a cross!

I look at Kathy, she looks serene and must be as impatient as me to join her cross!

I am very happy that she convinced me to die with her and I hope that my presence also makes her happy!
I make her smile and she answers!
We are united by the cross.
It is getting closer, soon it will be ours!

Quick, come, nail me, I beg you! I wait for you, I desire it!

Do not be impatient, my cross, I'm yours, I'm coming!

 

[Loxuru]

My companion and be were guided along the line of stakes.
“You will be crucified here!”
Our crossbeams were taken from our shoulders.
“Wait here!”
A man with a camera approached, zoomed in on my face, catches my confusion! Then he left.
“Lox may ask you something?” my companion suddenly asked.
“Go ahead.”
“It may sound silly but…Would you marry me before they crucify us?”
“What?”
“In the end I think I have fallen for you and since we are going to die together, I would like to do it as your woman…and if possible after having copulated with you.”
“And who do you think would do that? Do you see any priests or judge around?”
“Well the Headmistress is obviously the highest authority around here.”
“Well…I can’t deny that you have certainly impressed me…”
“And I am sure she would allow us to consummate before our crucifixion!” she presses on!
“You know Martha? That it is quite tempting!”

Wait a minute! What am I saying here! Hang on! Did I hear it well? Did she just ask me to marry her? That is certainly one for the all-time top-10 list of ‘lousy timing of a marriage proposal’!
Not just the lousy timing, it seems, but, as far as my life experiences taught me as yet, also the completely reversed sequence of events : normally you FIRST marry the woman, and THEN, she comes up with trouble! She brought me into this crucifixion trouble and then asked me to marry her!

Is it the sun, the heath, the fatigue, the intense stress, that brings her to such a crazy idea? Or the pills? Conveniently, the man who claims to be the inventor and the manufacturer of that stuff is here! I strongly consider to have urgently a word with Mister Piraland right there, about the adverse side effects of his wonder potion! But I guess he would only come up with “According to test, a statistically reliable population of Guinee pigs showed side effects no longer than four or five days!” As his corporate lawyers will have instructed him already a hundred times to tell. Furthermore, Mister Piraland seems to be in trouble enough with his own women and since he even voluntarily accepted to change his business suit for a scantly loincloth around his waist and his necktie by a patibulum on his shoulders, thereby impatiently awaiting the final ordeal, I wonder whether he still bothers about customer’s complaints.

Marry her? Now? Who does she think she is? Katherine Hepburn? At least, in ‘The African Queen’, there was an explosive device floating around that could bring up a solution, and although we are here in Africa too, this is not a lake in the heart of darkness, but the summit of a knoll in a stone dry Libyan desert! Little chance to meet a torpedo here!

So, here I stand, in a more and more hectic scenery around me. I consider. Just a few minutes ago, when we arrived on the summit of the hill, she looked so exciting, I would have grabbed her is I could! Now she presents herself on a dining plate, and I get hesitating! Just because of that bourgeois word ‘marriage’ turning me off? Lox, it is always the same with you! You are only interested in those women you cannot get! Story of my life!

“Well!?” she asks!
Oh no! The way she looks at me! The perfect ‘sad kitten look’ modus! She got me on my weakest possible spot! Knowing myself, I cannot resist that ultimate force! Never! Regardless how much times I have already regretted to walk into that trap!
“So, you say, the Headmistress has the authority…” I ask her.
The Headmistress!? Could be worse, remembering that stern looking Kriegsmarine Korvettenkapitän from ‘The African Queen’, with his upward pointing moustache imitating The Kaiser’s!”
“Do I take that as a ‘yes’?” she asks
“And the.. consuming it? Where?”
“Here!” she says with a disarming smile.
“HERE!?” I ask.
“Yes, look! Everybody is doing it!”
“I would expect a little more intimate wedding night…”
“Come on, you silly” she says, grabbing my arm, “we go ask the Headmistress.”

Complete madness. Around me, it is an infernal orgy going on! A turmoil of naked bodies, in pain or in pleasure or both! Shouts of pleasure or pain or both! The first condemned lay tied to their cross! The first nailings are about to begin! I can see real fear in their eyes, or still excitement, or both! I hope my companion, or future wife, as things seem to be going, understands that finding a bridesmaid and a best man will be difficult, since everybody is doing something with someone!

“Headmistress!” my companion asks, “may I ask you something? Can you marry Lox and me!?”
“Here!? Now!? I thought that was a joke!? Why are you asking me!? I am not an authorized civil servant?”
“I studied Law besides Business and I would maintain the opinion that a marriage “in articulo mortis” officiated by you, could be considered valid in most legal systems, but I don’t care. It will be valid for me and if you think the same, that is all I care for!”

“You mean… like the captain of a ship or an airliner has the authority!? I am not so sure about that is merely a myth, but … all right, if you insist! Only a quick ceremony! What do we need!? A best man, and a bridesmaid!? Let’s see!? What do you think of Carlos as best man!? If you don’t mind he is naked and tied to a cross already? Bridesmaid!? Barbaria? She is in the same position, but it does not matter! All right!? If anyone has objections against this marriage, speak now, or shut up forever! No one? They have more important worries at the moment, I guess! The rest of the fine print we conveniently skip! Do you, Martha, take Loxuru as your husband?”
“I do!” she says proudly!
“Do you, Loxuru, take Martha as your wife!?”
“I do!”
“Good! Then I declare the two of you legally married! Congratulations! Just: reminding you about the good days AND in bad days thing. It might be useful today! Now get yourself a quick shag the two of you, now that there is a little bit of time left. The rest of the honeymoon, I am afraid, you will have to spend separately on your cross! I am sorry, but now I have more work to do!”

“Come!” my new wife said, “let’s quickly find a place out of the turmoil!”
We looked for a sheltered spot, a little bit out of sight.
“Hey, you two! Where do you think you are going to!?” Aline shouted.

(to be continued)

 

[piraland]

My companion and be were guided along the line of stakes.
“You will be crucified here!”
Our crossbeams were taken from our shoulders.
“Wait here!”
A man with a camera approached, zoomed in on my face, catches my confusion! Then he left.
“Lox may ask you something?” my companion suddenly asked.
“Go ahead.”
“It may sound silly but…Would you marry me before they crucify us?”
“What?”
“In the end I think I have fallen for you and since we are going to die together, I would like to do it as your woman…and if possible after having copulated with you.”
“And who do you think would do that? Do you see any priests or judge around?”
“Well the Headmistress is obviously the highest authority around here.”
“Well…I can’t deny that you have certainly impressed me…”
“And I am sure she would allow us to consummate before our crucifixion!” she presses on!
“You know Martha? That it is quite tempting!”

Wait a minute! What am I saying here! Hang on! Did I hear it well? Did she just ask me to marry her? That is certainly one for the all-time top-10 list of ‘lousy timing of a marriage proposal’!
Not just the lousy timing, it seems, but, as far as my life experiences taught me as yet, also the completely reversed sequence of events : normally you FIRST marry the woman, and THEN, she comes up with trouble! She brought me into this crucifixion trouble and then asked me to marry her!

Is it the sun, the heath, the fatigue, the intense stress, that brings her to such a crazy idea? Or the pills? Conveniently, the man who claims to be the inventor and the manufacturer of that stuff is here! I strongly consider to have urgently a word with Mister Piraland right there, about the adverse side effects of his wonder potion! But I guess he would only come up with “According to test, a statistically reliable population of Guinee pigs showed side effects no longer than four or five days!” As his corporate lawyers will have instructed him already a hundred times to tell. Furthermore, Mister Piraland seems to be in trouble enough with his own women and since he even voluntarily accepted to change his business suit for a scantly loincloth around his waist and his necktie by a patibulum on his shoulders, thereby impatiently awaiting the final ordeal, I wonder whether he still bothers about customer’s complaints.

Marry her? Now? Who does she think she is? Katherine Hepburn? At least, in ‘The African Queen’, there was an explosive device floating around that could bring up a solution, and although we are here in Africa too, this is not a lake in the heart of darkness, but the summit of a knoll in a stone dry Libyan desert! Little chance to meet a torpedo here!

So, here I stand, in a more and more hectic scenery around me. I consider. Just a few minutes ago, when we arrived on the summit of the hill, she looked so exciting, I would have grabbed her is I could! Now she presents herself on a dining plate, and I get hesitating! Just because of that bourgeois word ‘marriage’ turning me off? Lox, it is always the same with you! You are only interested in those women you cannot get! Story of my life!

“Well!?” she asks!
Oh no! The way she looks at me! The perfect ‘sad kitten look’ modus! She got me on my weakest possible spot! Knowing myself, I cannot resist that ultimate force! Never! Regardless how much times I have already regretted to walk into that trap!
“So, you say, the Headmistress has the authority…” I ask her.
The Headmistress!? Could be worse, remembering that stern looking Kriegsmarine Korvettenkapitän from ‘The African Queen’, with his upward pointing moustache imitating The Kaiser’s!”
“Do I take that as a ‘yes’?” she asks
“And the.. consuming it? Where?”
“Here!” she says with a disarming smile.
“HERE!?” I ask.
“Yes, look! Everybody is doing it!”
“I would expect a little more intimate wedding night…”
“Come on, you silly” she says, grabbing my arm, “we go ask the Headmistress.”

Complete madness. Around me, it is an infernal orgy going on! A turmoil of naked bodies, in pain or in pleasure or both! Shouts of pleasure or pain or both! The first condemned lay tied to their cross! The first nailings are about to begin! I can see real fear in their eyes, or still excitement, or both! I hope my companion, or future wife, as things seem to be going, understands that finding a bridesmaid and a best man will be difficult, since everybody is doing something with someone!

“Headmistress!” my companion asks, “may I ask you something? Can you marry Lox and me!?”
“Here!? Now!? I thought that was a joke!? Why are you asking me!? I am not an authorized civil servant?”
“I studied Law besides Business and I would maintain the opinion that a marriage “in articulo mortis” officiated by you, could be considered valid in most legal systems, but I don’t care. It will be valid for me and if you think the same, that is all I care for!”

“You mean… like the captain of a ship or an airliner has the authority!? I am not so sure about that is merely a myth, but … all right, if you insist! Only a quick ceremony! What do we need!? A best man, and a bridesmaid!? Let’s see!? What do you think of Carlos as best man!? If you don’t mind he is naked and tied to a cross already? Bridesmaid!? Barbaria? She is in the same position, but it does not matter! All right!? If anyone has objections against this marriage, speak now, or shut up forever! No one? They have more important worries at the moment, I guess! The rest of the fine print we conveniently skip! Do you, Martha, take Loxuru as your husband?”
“I do!” she says proudly!
“Do you, Loxuru, take Martha as your wife!?”
“I do!”
“Good! Then I declare the two of you legally married! Congratulations! Just: reminding you about the good days AND in bad days thing. It might be useful today! Now get yourself a quick shag the two of you, now that there is a little bit of time left. The rest of the honeymoon, I am afraid, you will have to spend separately on your cross! I am sorry, but now I have more work to do!”

“Come!” my new wife said, “let’s quickly find a place out of the turmoil!”
We looked for a sheltered spot, a little bit out of sight.
“Hey, you two! Where do you think you are going to!?” Aline shouted.

(to be continued)

Very nice text, Lox!
And, to answer your questions, no, I do not care about the complaints that could be made against me!
Moreover, when you will be nailed on your cross, you may thank me for diminishing your suffering, for giving you exceptional manhood, and finally for shortening your long, slow agony.
I congratulate you and Martha for your wedding and I am happy to have been invited.
Long live the newlyweds!

 

[carloscruz]

My companion and be were guided along the line of stakes.
“You will be crucified here!”
Our crossbeams were taken from our shoulders.
“Wait here!”
A man with a camera approached, zoomed in on my face, catches my confusion! Then he left.
“Lox may ask you something?” my companion suddenly asked.
“Go ahead.”
“It may sound silly but…Would you marry me before they crucify us?”
“What?”
“In the end I think I have fallen for you and since we are going to die together, I would like to do it as your woman…and if possible after having copulated with you.”
“And who do you think would do that? Do you see any priests or judge around?”
“Well the Headmistress is obviously the highest authority around here.”
“Well…I can’t deny that you have certainly impressed me…”
“And I am sure she would allow us to consummate before our crucifixion!” she presses on!
“You know Martha? That it is quite tempting!”

Wait a minute! What am I saying here! Hang on! Did I hear it well? Did she just ask me to marry her? That is certainly one for the all-time top-10 list of ‘lousy timing of a marriage proposal’!
Not just the lousy timing, it seems, but, as far as my life experiences taught me as yet, also the completely reversed sequence of events : normally you FIRST marry the woman, and THEN, she comes up with trouble! She brought me into this crucifixion trouble and then asked me to marry her!

Is it the sun, the heath, the fatigue, the intense stress, that brings her to such a crazy idea? Or the pills? Conveniently, the man who claims to be the inventor and the manufacturer of that stuff is here! I strongly consider to have urgently a word with Mister Piraland right there, about the adverse side effects of his wonder potion! But I guess he would only come up with “According to test, a statistically reliable population of Guinee pigs showed side effects no longer than four or five days!” As his corporate lawyers will have instructed him already a hundred times to tell. Furthermore, Mister Piraland seems to be in trouble enough with his own women and since he even voluntarily accepted to change his business suit for a scantly loincloth around his waist and his necktie by a patibulum on his shoulders, thereby impatiently awaiting the final ordeal, I wonder whether he still bothers about customer’s complaints.

Marry her? Now? Who does she think she is? Katherine Hepburn? At least, in ‘The African Queen’, there was an explosive device floating around that could bring up a solution, and although we are here in Africa too, this is not a lake in the heart of darkness, but the summit of a knoll in a stone dry Libyan desert! Little chance to meet a torpedo here!

So, here I stand, in a more and more hectic scenery around me. I consider. Just a few minutes ago, when we arrived on the summit of the hill, she looked so exciting, I would have grabbed her is I could! Now she presents herself on a dining plate, and I get hesitating! Just because of that bourgeois word ‘marriage’ turning me off? Lox, it is always the same with you! You are only interested in those women you cannot get! Story of my life!

“Well!?” she asks!
Oh no! The way she looks at me! The perfect ‘sad kitten look’ modus! She got me on my weakest possible spot! Knowing myself, I cannot resist that ultimate force! Never! Regardless how much times I have already regretted to walk into that trap!
“So, you say, the Headmistress has the authority…” I ask her.
The Headmistress!? Could be worse, remembering that stern looking Kriegsmarine Korvettenkapitän from ‘The African Queen’, with his upward pointing moustache imitating The Kaiser’s!”
“Do I take that as a ‘yes’?” she asks
“And the.. consuming it? Where?”
“Here!” she says with a disarming smile.
“HERE!?” I ask.
“Yes, look! Everybody is doing it!”
“I would expect a little more intimate wedding night…”
“Come on, you silly” she says, grabbing my arm, “we go ask the Headmistress.”

Complete madness. Around me, it is an infernal orgy going on! A turmoil of naked bodies, in pain or in pleasure or both! Shouts of pleasure or pain or both! The first condemned lay tied to their cross! The first nailings are about to begin! I can see real fear in their eyes, or still excitement, or both! I hope my companion, or future wife, as things seem to be going, understands that finding a bridesmaid and a best man will be difficult, since everybody is doing something with someone!

“Headmistress!” my companion asks, “may I ask you something? Can you marry Lox and me!?”
“Here!? Now!? I thought that was a joke!? Why are you asking me!? I am not an authorized civil servant?”
“I studied Law besides Business and I would maintain the opinion that a marriage “in articulo mortis” officiated by you, could be considered valid in most legal systems, but I don’t care. It will be valid for me and if you think the same, that is all I care for!”

“You mean… like the captain of a ship or an airliner has the authority!? I am not so sure about that is merely a myth, but … all right, if you insist! Only a quick ceremony! What do we need!? A best man, and a bridesmaid!? Let’s see!? What do you think of Carlos as best man!? If you don’t mind he is naked and tied to a cross already? Bridesmaid!? Barbaria? She is in the same position, but it does not matter! All right!? If anyone has objections against this marriage, speak now, or shut up forever! No one? They have more important worries at the moment, I guess! The rest of the fine print we conveniently skip! Do you, Martha, take Loxuru as your husband?”
“I do!” she says proudly!
“Do you, Loxuru, take Martha as your wife!?”
“I do!”
“Good! Then I declare the two of you legally married! Congratulations! Just: reminding you about the good days AND in bad days thing. It might be useful today! Now get yourself a quick shag the two of you, now that there is a little bit of time left. The rest of the honeymoon, I am afraid, you will have to spend separately on your cross! I am sorry, but now I have more work to do!”

“Come!” my new wife said, “let’s quickly find a place out of the turmoil!”
We looked for a sheltered spot, a little bit out of sight.
“Hey, you two! Where do you think you are going to!?” Aline shouted.

(to be continued)

VERY GOOD LOX! Erotic and romantic at the same time!
And, by the way

 

[carloscruz]

… like the captain of a ship or an airliner has the authority!? I am not so sure about that is merely a myth, but …

It is not a myth, believe me.
I am an Airline Captain and I studied Law. I taught air law for several years and it is the international law.
Please excuse my pedantic remark!

 

[messaline]

What Carlos hasn't said ...
When we arrived to the crucifixion'place , we saw that I'll be crucified near Carlos and Judith near me of course : our crosses were already prepared and the inscription on my titulus was :
Messaline
Crucidied for
Judith'love

... and Judith'one :
Judith
Crucified for
Messaline'love

These crosses were lied to the ground and Carlos was already nailed ; he was so much contemplating my body that his penis was completely erected and stuffed of blood !



I wanted to please to him , thanking for his attention towards me ...
Then, I was lying on him and received his tumescent cock into my vagina , giving him a last pleasure ... So, I was feeling his movments into my wet intimity and suddenly, a warm semen was invading all my soft grotta : I was cumming too !




When it was finished, Judith told me : "You did well, my love, Carlos deserves well that, he was so much kind in inviting us into this story !"

TBC ... The nailing ...

 

[carloscruz]

What Carlos hasn't said ...
When we arrived to the crucifixion'place , we saw that I'll be crucified near Carlos and Judith near me of course : our crosses were already prepared and the inscription on my titulus was :
Messaline
Crucidied for
Judith'love

... and Judith'one :
Judith
Crucified for
Messaline'love

These crosses were lied to the ground and Carlos was already nailed ; he was so much contemplating my body that his penis was completely erected and stuffed of blood !

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I wanted to please to him , thanking for his attention towards me ...
Then, I was lying on him and received his tumescent cock into my vagina , giving him a last pleasure ... So, I was feeling his movments into my wet intimity and suddenly, a warm semen was invading all my soft grotta : I was cumming too !

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When it was finished, Judith told me : "You did well, my love, Carlos deserves well that, he was so much kind in inviting us into this story !"

TBC ... The nailing ...

THANKS A LOT MESSALINE!
You on top of me! What a pleasant surprise!
What an incredible gift!
Merci!

 

[Loxuru]

Aline was unrelenting!

“Where do you think you two were going to!? What makes you think you are entitled to any privacy here!? You may consume your marriage, but it is fair to let the guests enjoy it, don’t you think? After all they paid for it! Return to your crosses!”

With a clack of her whip on my bottom, and on Martha’s, Aline drove us back to the others.

“Here are the lovebirds, people! What do you think!? Shall we grant them their little pleasure to seal their matrimony? Of course we will! But on our conditions! Grab him!”

A few guards grabbed me. Aline came in front of me, and tore of my loincloth off. She looked at my loins.
“Is your equipment ready, Lox!?” then she nodded to the guards. They violently pulled me down and tied my wrists and ankles to my cross, under Aline’s satisfied supervision.

“All right!” she turned to Martha.
She stepped to her and tore off her loincloth in turn. Two guards grabbed her arms and turned her towards the guests.
“Well, people! On this occasion, the bride will open the dance! Martha, you were once his owner, so it is up to you to take the lead! Ride him!”

The guards brought her towards me. She looked a little bit hesitating. But the restraining at the cross, and the sight of Martha naked, had excited me already. She finally got herself stepping astride over my hips and the guards had her lowered, straight entering my erect cock into her. She put her hands on my shoulders and gave me look of ‘please do not disappoint me!’. The first time in a marriage is an important one, particularly if there are onlookers!

I immediately felt an explosion of excitement, as she started to move slowly up and down, slightly for- and backward. I noticed she got turned on quickly, and as far as my restraints allowed, we found each other’s rhythm very easily.

The world narrowed to just she and me. Despite that, I never lost contact with the world around me! A surreal world, since, while we were going on, around us there was the sound of hammering, shouts of agony, and still shouts of pleasure too.

Suddenly, Martha made a jolt, and she uttered a cry! From behind her, Aline had given her a lash with the whip on her back! Another one, then another one. Paced every few seconds. Martha’s cries were getting shrieks and every jolt she made upon me, heightened my excitement, until my loins exploded!

I came back to reality. Martha was still sitting on me, breathing deeply, moaning. She gave a giggle of pleasure when I looked into her eyes. Damn, this had been good! Whatever the adverse side effects of Mr. Piraland’s pills may be, the excitement they give, is worth it all!
We got offered little afterplay. Martha was pulled up from me by two guards and again shown to the guests.

“Well people!” Aline shouted. “we are all happy that this lovely couple enjoyed their honeymoon! But of course, since they are our possession now, it would be unfair to deny you, paying customers, the same pleasure! Before we finally attach her to her cross, you all get a last opportunity to enjoy the bride yourself!”

She nodded to the guards again. The tore Martha down on the cross right next to me, tied her wrists to the crossbeam, but not her ankles. On each side, a guard grabbed an ankle, leaving her legs wide spread open. Immediately, a line of guests formed. For the second time in no more than two hours, Martha was gang raped by a bunch of guests. I had to watch it, as did Aline, who was standing on my left, and found the pleasure to give me a stroke or two, anytime another guest climbed on Martha.

Finally, all the guests were satisfied. Martha’s ankles were tied too. As I looked at her, she looked a little bit embarrassed (since the rape had brought her to another orgasm, I guess), but we did not need much words to understand that all that was ‘part of it’. After all, this was an unusual situation.

Around us, the number of nailed people had increased, and so had the moaning, groaning and lamenting in pain.

Up to us to await our fate!

 

[piraland]

Nailing Kathy
(Kathy asked me to publish her text for her, so I'm doing it!)

I see that one after the other, everyone is nailed to his cross!

The cries of pain of everyone tear my ears but I know that this suffering is the price to pay to deserve his cross.
I am ready and wait impatiently for my turn to come!
I have an exceptional desire and, thinking about it, I feel that my pussy dripping!
I always want sex and sincerely hope that it is true and that the orgasms that one experiences while being crucified are real and devastating!

Here are Birgitt, Bjorn and Monica coming towards me, they have been seeing many of my co-crucified nails to learn and proceed correctly to our crucifixion to Piraland and me.

They are all naked and carry the material that will be used to unite us to our cross!

The nails are really impressive, they are well twenty centimeters long!
These nails, which will cross my wrists and feet, do not even scare me,
I am rather relieved to see them so much I have in me this desire to find myself naked and exposed, nailed, doing more than one with my cross.

Bjorn and Birgitt detach me from my patibulum while Monica, obsessed and always angry with me pulls out my loincloth and takes the opportunity to introduce two fingers in my pussy and pinch my clit!
She thinks humiliating me by doing that but, in fact, I like it and wish it continues until I enjoy!

Alas, she abandons me so fast but Piraland, kneeling next to me, read in me and asked her to give me an orgasm by sucking my clit.
She puts herself in position and also offers me her sex to lick, which I hasten to do!
My hands have been released, I put on the head of Monica and supports the strongest possible.
In no time, we both experience a loud orgasm.

My patibulum is now united to his stake!
My cross is ready and waiting for me.

Bjorn has already put my titulus on my cross:

KATHY
MOECHA

Which means bitch or whore! I have always loved sex!

But what's going on there?
A wedding !!!
What strange idea have Martha and Loxuru to unite before dying on their cross, each on their own?
Their love story will be brief but surely intense!

Birgitt brings me back to reality and asks me to lie down on my stake, to extend the arms on my patibulum!
I lie on my cross and stretch my right arm,
Birgitt grabbed my hand and positioned it on the wood, Monica puts her knees on my forearm and my shoulder so that I can not move.
Immediately, Birgitt puts the tip of a nail on my wrist and I see the hammer held by Bjorn rise and immediately fall on the head of the nail!

I scream, the pain is unbearable!
This piece of metal that sinks into my flesh and stares at the wood tears me, my legs move, beat the air and my other arm tries to prevent more hammer blows do the action! But it's lost and in a few more strokes, my right wrist is part of my cross.

The pain is horrible but my executioners do not give me time to breathe, directly they pull my left arm and unite it to my patibulum.

I scream, I cry, I ask for pity so much the pain is huge but my torturers finish to fix my arms without taking care of my pain.

I think I faint but it was only the beginning!

My legs move in every direction allowing the bloodthirsty crowd to admire my pussy that opens and closes to the rhythm of my movements disordered.
I feel no shame or humiliation to be so exposed, my pain beyond any other feeling.

Bjorn grabs my two feet and places them against my stake while Monica leans on my knees forcing me to open and bend my legs.
Birgitt takes over from Bjorn and positions my feet on top of the stake and presents Bjorn's hammer nail that falls directly on his head!
Once, twice, three times, four times, my feet are pierced one after the other by the tip and my pain is at maximum!
I feel the nail penetrate my flesh, spread my bones and fix myself.
It's total horror, I pull on my arms and feel this horrible evil crossing my body, from my wrists to my foot through my breasts, my belly, my sex.

My screams must be heard for miles, but I know no one will intervene, no one will have pity on me or my infinite pain.

Bjorn's hammer performed his work and nailed me completely and definitely, irretrievably to my cross.

I knew it was going to be very painful, but at that point I did not think so!

Now, do not move, hope that the drugs I've taken alleviate the pain.

Piraland is not yet nailed, he gives me a sign of encouragement, I answer him with a grin that is supposed to be a smile!
It's his turn now.

I wanted it, wanted and now that my cross and I are united, I must overcome this pain and wait impatiently for me to stand with others, to dominate the worlds up there, to be a giant in my pain, my agony, in my death!
That I am beautiful and dignified and that in the crowd, women envy me, wish to be in my place.

My cross, you possess me as no man has ever possessed me, I am yours, I will die for you, on you.