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Governor
-I believe this is how you wish to be tomorrow morning. - He showed the picture to Eulalia while smiling mockingly.
Eulalia sighted. They knew everything!
-Yes Sir.-She answered torn between fear and anticipation.
-Well, we are here to make ALL your fantasies come true!
-And I am grateful for that Sir. I am yours, Master. - Said Eulalia surprising herself with her degree of submission.
And that way the night starts for Eulalia. She is treated roughly and used extensively for hours, but Diego also cares for her and provides her with enough pleasures.
Eulalia maintains her total submission to the men. The exhilarating mix of sensations, returning once again like waves. She no longer considers herself a person, just a sexual object. She wants to provide as much pleasure as possible, both tonight and especially tomorrow with her final act: Her crucifixion.
And it is in everyone’s mind.
While she is penetrated by several cocks at the same time, she fees her humiliation, but also she feels appreciated as a sexual object, as a whore, and as condemned…as a crucificand.
And somehow feels their respect.
And she takes a sick pride in her condition every time one of the men explodes in wild pleasure because of her…
Incredibly she dreams of her cross, waiting just for her naked body…and her own body is trembling with anticipation.
When Amosad enters his cell, he sees a wooden torture horse set in the middle of it. Several straps and whips are on top of his bunk and a pulley is hanging from the ceiling with a chain and manacles attached at the end.
He feels his fear rising, but nevertheless the pervert sensations and fantasies that brought him here, make his arousal grow.
Like most if his crucifixion mates, he is caught between a great fear and a powerful lust.
Frozen in the entrance of his cell he reflects that the second force is winning and is going to get him killed among terrible tortures, very soon.
His thoughts are interrupted by a voice behind him. It’s the man that introduced himself as Master John, claimed to be his Executioner and deflowered him in the pillory.
-Well Amosad, my dirty pig, I believe it’s time to continue with your preparation for the cross. But first let’s also complete our introduction. This is not the first time we get in contact.
Amosad’s surprise keeps growing, because he is quite sure he has never met this man before.
-Get beneath the pulley while I enlighten you.
Amosad follows his orders while his Executioner secures his wrist to the manacles above his head.
-Months ago your profile got my attention in the Cruxforums. You wanted to be flogged and crucified, I was in Madrid for a time and we started a conversation…
-Oh! So it was you! But…-Amosad exclaimed.
-Shut up until I tell you otherwise slave!-Master John cuts him sharply.-As I was saying we exchanged messages by email and pictures.
I offered you my help. Then, you did not answer my messages for a couple of weeks. But in the end you sent me an email asking for forgiveness and a punishment (Como el perro esclavo que soy, te suplico que me apliques el castigo que quieras…); I accepted your apologies and decided your punishment: 120 lashes.
The Executioner starts to raise the chain putting the condemned o his tiptoes. His face shows that he remembered very well now what Master John is narrating.
-You immediately accepted my sentence and asked to be allowed to suck my cock after the punishment was administered (…luego te comeré el rabo con verdadera glotonería…). And on top of that you begged me to accept you as my personal whore, to be used as it pleased me (y deseo ser "tu puta" para que dispongas de mi como te plazca).
Amosad’s face was red now and not only from his stretched arms and legs.
-I accepted you as my whore-Master John continued-and asked you to set a date in order to receive your punishment. I was able to administer it in Madrid. But you never answered!
-Master I loosed my nerve and got frightened…I… -tried to speak the crucificand.
-Shut up I said! - The Executioner cut him again before continuing while selecting a leather strap from the bunk. – Yes, I reckoned you had gotten frightened, you silly pig!
But when the Headmistress contacted me with the idea of this event, I saw a chance to get what I consider rightly mine: you!
So I asked her to send you one of the messages with the hope that you may be brave enough this time to show up. And you did it! Good for you!
So now you are mine at last; my whore.
I already got my first blow job and fucked you on the pillory. Now you are going to get your 120 lashes and more.
And tomorrow I will nail you to your cross and see how you die writhing on it. And your tituli will be changed and will state:
-Oh Master! You are right. I was a coward then, and too ashamed to write to you again when I got my courage back. I regretted it many times.
I don’t deserve it, but I humbly beg your forgiveness again.-cried the 60 years old condemned.
-Forget about that. You won’t escape your punishment this time- Shot back Master John.
-No, no! I don’t want you to spare me Master. On the contrary!
I understand now what you told me months ago. I deserve my punishment and I want to receive it. I can’t live knowing what a pervert and sick pig I am. That is the reason why I am here. I am here to die and to pay for my dirty behavior.
But I am very happy you found me. I didn’t behave well with you. I was weak and truly unfaithful. I didn’t keep my promises of submission to you.
But now I am your whore again. You will do what you want with me, and I will die having paid my debts. I am grateful to you Master for removing that load from me.
But I am also very happy it’s going to be you who execute me, because I need your help.
-My help?-asked a now intrigued Master John.
-Yes Sir. You know very well how coward I am. I gathered enough strength to show up in the island, but I am afraid I will lose my nerves and die begging for my life and crying like a little girl. But with your help I believe I may keep my composure and face the cross like a good slave. - Amosad explained with intensity.
-Are you serious? You already failed me twice- asked a skeptical Executioner.
-Absolutely Master. I would like to redeem myself dying well on my cross and providing pleasure and excitement to the audience with my fellow crucificands. And I am not asking you to reduce my punishments. I can’t escape, I don’t want to escape.
In fact I am looking forward to receive at last my 120 lashes. Look at the erection I have!
-Certainly for a small dick like yours it’s a respectable size- Conceded Master John feeling Amosad’s loincloth’s front.
-What I want is your support and advice during my execution. I am so glad it’s going to be you!
-All right. If you try seriously to behave well, I will procure you some pleasures during your crucifixion.
-Thank you Master. And thank you also for the change in my tituli. I like very much everybody knowing that the naked fat man nailed in my cross has been an unfaithful whore, “una puta infiel”!
-Well we’ll see. Now get ready for your lashes.
-Yes Master please whip me hard. I am a dirty pig!-Amosad asked with passion.
Master John started delivering the punishment with strong and well placed strokes of the leather.
-Count!-ordered the Executioner.
-Yes Master…One! …Two…Ouch…Three!
Amosad is soon moaning from pleasure and pain. The strap covering his buttocks and back for a while. At the 40th lash he was ordered to turn around and the strap landed now on his breast and on the bulge his sex makes beneath the loincloth.
-Stick out your tiny cock pig! I need some target!-screamed John while the condemned presents his cock and balls to the hitting leather.
After another two turns the 120 lashes are delivered and the fat man is covered in sweat and some blood.
-Now it’s time to try the horse, pig!- Master John announces while untying the Spaniards wrists.
-Yes Master! - He asks, surprised by the pleasure he has experienced among the pain. It wasn’t so hard he tells himself - But first let me thank you with a blow job!-The crucificand begs kneeling in front of the man who is going to kill him.
-You are really an old faggot. All right, here you have it- Master John says while getting his hard cock in front of Amosad.
Wasting no time he starts to kiss and kiss his Lord’s penis- Thank you Master I am so pleased to have been punished by you at last. I feel a great relief! - He says before swallowing fully and hungrily the big cock.
After some minutes of enthusiastic licking and sucking, with the younger man close to cum in the slave’s mouth, John retires himself and orders him to lie down on top of the wooden horse.
-This way your cock and balls will be totally exposed to the whip. And when I finish, I will fuck you again. - Declares the Executioner.
-Yes Master please, use me as you wish and then take me to my cross and nail me! I want to be your whore again. I want to be naked in front of you and the rest, paying for my perversions!
Don’t worry pig. You will!-laughs the Executioner.
Eulalia sighted. They knew everything!
-Yes Sir.-She answered torn between fear and anticipation.
-Well, we are here to make ALL your fantasies come true!
-And I am grateful for that Sir. I am yours, Master. - Said Eulalia surprising herself with her degree of submission.
And that way the night starts for Eulalia. She is treated roughly and used extensively for hours, but Diego also cares for her and provides her with enough pleasures.
Eulalia maintains her total submission to the men. The exhilarating mix of sensations, returning once again like waves. She no longer considers herself a person, just a sexual object. She wants to provide as much pleasure as possible, both tonight and especially tomorrow with her final act: Her crucifixion.
And it is in everyone’s mind.
While she is penetrated by several cocks at the same time, she fees her humiliation, but also she feels appreciated as a sexual object, as a whore, and as condemned…as a crucificand.
And somehow feels their respect.
And she takes a sick pride in her condition every time one of the men explodes in wild pleasure because of her…
Incredibly she dreams of her cross, waiting just for her naked body…and her own body is trembling with anticipation.
When Amosad enters his cell, he sees a wooden torture horse set in the middle of it. Several straps and whips are on top of his bunk and a pulley is hanging from the ceiling with a chain and manacles attached at the end.
He feels his fear rising, but nevertheless the pervert sensations and fantasies that brought him here, make his arousal grow.
Like most if his crucifixion mates, he is caught between a great fear and a powerful lust.
Frozen in the entrance of his cell he reflects that the second force is winning and is going to get him killed among terrible tortures, very soon.
His thoughts are interrupted by a voice behind him. It’s the man that introduced himself as Master John, claimed to be his Executioner and deflowered him in the pillory.
-Well Amosad, my dirty pig, I believe it’s time to continue with your preparation for the cross. But first let’s also complete our introduction. This is not the first time we get in contact.
Amosad’s surprise keeps growing, because he is quite sure he has never met this man before.
-Get beneath the pulley while I enlighten you.
Amosad follows his orders while his Executioner secures his wrist to the manacles above his head.
-Months ago your profile got my attention in the Cruxforums. You wanted to be flogged and crucified, I was in Madrid for a time and we started a conversation…
-Oh! So it was you! But…-Amosad exclaimed.
-Shut up until I tell you otherwise slave!-Master John cuts him sharply.-As I was saying we exchanged messages by email and pictures.
I offered you my help. Then, you did not answer my messages for a couple of weeks. But in the end you sent me an email asking for forgiveness and a punishment (Como el perro esclavo que soy, te suplico que me apliques el castigo que quieras…); I accepted your apologies and decided your punishment: 120 lashes.
The Executioner starts to raise the chain putting the condemned o his tiptoes. His face shows that he remembered very well now what Master John is narrating.
-You immediately accepted my sentence and asked to be allowed to suck my cock after the punishment was administered (…luego te comeré el rabo con verdadera glotonería…). And on top of that you begged me to accept you as my personal whore, to be used as it pleased me (y deseo ser "tu puta" para que dispongas de mi como te plazca).
Amosad’s face was red now and not only from his stretched arms and legs.
-I accepted you as my whore-Master John continued-and asked you to set a date in order to receive your punishment. I was able to administer it in Madrid. But you never answered!
-Master I loosed my nerve and got frightened…I… -tried to speak the crucificand.
-Shut up I said! - The Executioner cut him again before continuing while selecting a leather strap from the bunk. – Yes, I reckoned you had gotten frightened, you silly pig!
But when the Headmistress contacted me with the idea of this event, I saw a chance to get what I consider rightly mine: you!
So I asked her to send you one of the messages with the hope that you may be brave enough this time to show up. And you did it! Good for you!
So now you are mine at last; my whore.
I already got my first blow job and fucked you on the pillory. Now you are going to get your 120 lashes and more.
And tomorrow I will nail you to your cross and see how you die writhing on it. And your tituli will be changed and will state:
AMOSAD
VICIOUS AND PERVERT
UNFAITHFUL WHORE
Now you may speak before I start administering your delayed punishment, you fat and dirty pig.VICIOUS AND PERVERT
UNFAITHFUL WHORE
-Oh Master! You are right. I was a coward then, and too ashamed to write to you again when I got my courage back. I regretted it many times.
I don’t deserve it, but I humbly beg your forgiveness again.-cried the 60 years old condemned.
-Forget about that. You won’t escape your punishment this time- Shot back Master John.
-No, no! I don’t want you to spare me Master. On the contrary!
I understand now what you told me months ago. I deserve my punishment and I want to receive it. I can’t live knowing what a pervert and sick pig I am. That is the reason why I am here. I am here to die and to pay for my dirty behavior.
But I am very happy you found me. I didn’t behave well with you. I was weak and truly unfaithful. I didn’t keep my promises of submission to you.
But now I am your whore again. You will do what you want with me, and I will die having paid my debts. I am grateful to you Master for removing that load from me.
But I am also very happy it’s going to be you who execute me, because I need your help.
-My help?-asked a now intrigued Master John.
-Yes Sir. You know very well how coward I am. I gathered enough strength to show up in the island, but I am afraid I will lose my nerves and die begging for my life and crying like a little girl. But with your help I believe I may keep my composure and face the cross like a good slave. - Amosad explained with intensity.
-Are you serious? You already failed me twice- asked a skeptical Executioner.
-Absolutely Master. I would like to redeem myself dying well on my cross and providing pleasure and excitement to the audience with my fellow crucificands. And I am not asking you to reduce my punishments. I can’t escape, I don’t want to escape.
In fact I am looking forward to receive at last my 120 lashes. Look at the erection I have!
-Certainly for a small dick like yours it’s a respectable size- Conceded Master John feeling Amosad’s loincloth’s front.
-What I want is your support and advice during my execution. I am so glad it’s going to be you!
-All right. If you try seriously to behave well, I will procure you some pleasures during your crucifixion.
-Thank you Master. And thank you also for the change in my tituli. I like very much everybody knowing that the naked fat man nailed in my cross has been an unfaithful whore, “una puta infiel”!
-Well we’ll see. Now get ready for your lashes.
-Yes Master please whip me hard. I am a dirty pig!-Amosad asked with passion.
Master John started delivering the punishment with strong and well placed strokes of the leather.
-Count!-ordered the Executioner.
-Yes Master…One! …Two…Ouch…Three!
Amosad is soon moaning from pleasure and pain. The strap covering his buttocks and back for a while. At the 40th lash he was ordered to turn around and the strap landed now on his breast and on the bulge his sex makes beneath the loincloth.
-Stick out your tiny cock pig! I need some target!-screamed John while the condemned presents his cock and balls to the hitting leather.
After another two turns the 120 lashes are delivered and the fat man is covered in sweat and some blood.
-Now it’s time to try the horse, pig!- Master John announces while untying the Spaniards wrists.
-Yes Master! - He asks, surprised by the pleasure he has experienced among the pain. It wasn’t so hard he tells himself - But first let me thank you with a blow job!-The crucificand begs kneeling in front of the man who is going to kill him.
-You are really an old faggot. All right, here you have it- Master John says while getting his hard cock in front of Amosad.
Wasting no time he starts to kiss and kiss his Lord’s penis- Thank you Master I am so pleased to have been punished by you at last. I feel a great relief! - He says before swallowing fully and hungrily the big cock.
After some minutes of enthusiastic licking and sucking, with the younger man close to cum in the slave’s mouth, John retires himself and orders him to lie down on top of the wooden horse.
-This way your cock and balls will be totally exposed to the whip. And when I finish, I will fuck you again. - Declares the Executioner.
-Yes Master please, use me as you wish and then take me to my cross and nail me! I want to be your whore again. I want to be naked in front of you and the rest, paying for my perversions!
Don’t worry pig. You will!-laughs the Executioner.