Here you have the next part. It includes some of the fantasies of some of the members. Others I hope will post now their own feelings (Roberta, Eulalia, Loxuru…) I hope you like it!
PART XI
We are all now kneeling on the road to the hill, in front of the main building. Close to the stakes were we received our whipping.
I have just finished sucking a guy’s cock and I surprised myself feeling a certain pride for my new skills. I have been able to make him cum in my mouth very quickly. He went away quite pleased!
After the arrival of Loxuru with his former owner and the surprise to see her joining our crucifixion company, they were raped for a while.
When the guests finished with them, they received their patibuli.
It looks like some kind of misunderstanding took place, because when they were left alone Lox was angry with one of us.
But now calm has returned and we wait patiently for the next step in the process of our execution.
The guests are satisfied for the time being and we are left alone. Wikk just finished licking the big penis of one of the guests.
My knees hurt, my stretched arms hurt, but I remind myself that this is nothing compared to what I am going to feel when I hang nailed from the piece of wood I am already carrying.
I look at my cross-mates. We are no longer lined since the guests had altered our positions while using us. I can see in front of me the backs of Wikk, Gabriella, and Barbaria. Close to my right side is still Eulalia. I can’t see the rest of my fellow crucificands.
I admire the elegant and sexy lines of Gabriella’s and Barbaria’s bodies.
Gabriella is placed a little to my left, so I can see her almost in profile. She is kneeling with her left leg a little forward and her head tilt under the crossbeam were she too will soon be nailed. Her breasts full and slightly sweaty, her narrow waist encircled by the rope, her bum deliciously pear-shaped.
Her expression is intense, her face beautiful and her hair is shining gold.
Barbaria is waiting with her back directly to me and her body reminds me of a beautiful guitar. The tits hang seductively and I can make out the sides of her boobs when she moves under the weight.
She wears now her hair in a ponytail and she looks lovely also that way.
I take a look to my right and I am met by Eulalia’s eyes. She has turned towards me, twisting her crossbeam.
Again I congratulate myself for being in the company of such a group of attractive women. Even if we are together to suffer and die, I still feel very fortunate to be with them; women and men too.
Eulalia, for instance, is a very attractive woman; her breasts have the right size and shape. Her waist is narrow and her sex lips are hinted under the tight loincloth. I loose myself in the contemplation of her body.
I get even more excited by her position, by the crossbeam she is tied to, by the loincloth she wears and by the notion that very soon I will see her naked and crucified…from my own cross!
I consider these feelings for the thousand time, reflecting how often they occupy my mind.
They have been there since I can remember and had gained strength steadily with the years.
Until they got so intense that I ended up accepting the summon that brought me to this place and moment.
Those feelings and fantasies will be the reason why I will be, very soon, crucified for the sexual pleasure of a bunch of strangers.
Those thoughts come continuously and are now almost constantly present in my sick mind:
The fear of the pain; the arousal for the humiliating exhibition; the intense excitement of being a sexual object for others; the knowledge of how the audience will enjoy our naked bodies, our torture, our death…
I reflect on all this one more time, and I realize that all this sensations will keep coming, again and again, until I die in my cross.
Coming back from my reverie, I find Eulalia’s intelligent and beautiful eyes locked on mine. In spite of the weight of her patibulum and her recent whipping, her face is hinting a smile.
She looks so beautiful!
If I were now offered the chance of fleeing, I would probably stay. I remember the message that started all this:
“…
If you don’t show up, you will regret it for the rest of your uninteresting life. So do show up!”
Yes. Even if I were given the chance I would stay and join the pole and the nails that are waiting for me and my patibulum on the top of that hill.
Otherwise I know I
would regret it for the rest of my uninteresting life.
I prefer to be crucified with this people today and here, than asking myself how would have been if...
Reading my mind again, Eulalia nods in silent agreement; she has chosen her cross too!
Somebody (Loxuru) said that
the worst punishment for us now would be being told that you will be let out of the crucifixion party, and being forced to just stay on the ground!
I return her smile and our attention is caught by Wikk’s and his Executioner, Marlén,
She is now besides him and is whispering to him.
The silence and a light wind allow me to hear her words. She has a very seductive voice and her body is curvy and gorgeous.
-Adgan (Wikk), I wasn’t wrong about you! I am proud of you! You behaved well under the whip and I know you will do the same on the cross!
Adgan nods feeling the satisfaction of having pleased her Mistress and Executioner.
-I saw you trying to rub your penis against the stake while I was flogging you.
And don’t think it went unnoticed! Many ladies, I included, got excited with your dirty attempts of “frottage”. You are going to get a lot of attention from the audience. You are young, have a good body and, as I said, I am convinced that your composure on the cross will be quite correct.
In fact I am looking forward to see you dancing on your cross, because I know that you really like pleasing attractive women.
You want to offer a good show and it is because of that that you are such a suitable victim. Isn’t it my darling condemned?
-Yes Mistress. I would like to give a good show. You know how much excites me to be watched by pretty women in humiliation.
-Don’t worry Wikk, you will get a lot of humiliation and pain. – She was more serious now- But also a lot of admiration from the audience. Especially from us women, you will give us a lot of pleasure my slave.
At that moment Gabriella tries to adjust the heavy crossbeam on her shoulders moaning softly. Wikk can’t avoid stealing a quick glance to her beautiful body and tries to see if she is all right.
Marlén immediately notices.
-You really like your little Italian whore, eh? Should I be jealous of her Wikk?
-No Mistress! I adore you, I belong to you! You are both very different and your role totally opposite. But you are both such an attractive women!
Wikk makes a long pause and then continues with voice full of intensity.
-If I had still a choice, I will choose to die for you Marlén…But I cannot lie… I will also choose to die with Gabriella!
-I understand you Wikk- Marlén continues after a long pause- I don’t mind your admiration for her. She is a very attractive girl.
And you two will die together; crucified next to each other, as you requested.
Gabriella is following the conversation in silence while her beautiful green eyes shine with emotion.
-Thank you Mistress…-Wikk starts.
-And -Marlén interrupts him - As I said she will have even the chance of giving you the blow job she offered after your whipping. Master George has approved it. – She now looks at Gabriella who smiles shy and nods her agreement - but remember, I will whip your cock hard before you feel her lips on it!-Marlén finish in a mocking voice.
-Yes Mistress! I want to please you so much Marlén!
-You will. I am sure. – She continues in a more serious tone.-
And now I will continue with your preparation for your…execution.
She removes Wikk’s loincloth and crouching by him, ties one cord around the base of his testicles and cock; very tight.
-I liked the idea when I saw the Headmistress binding Carlo´s penis. - She explains. - I have requested your titulus to be brought here to me, because I want you to walk to your death with it hanging from your neck.
Saying this she produces Wikk’s titulus it says:
ADGAN
PERVERT
ONANIST
And it has a string attached so it hands just at the height of his hips, hiding his red and swollen sex.
-Right! – She exclaims looking at the effect – I know you are a shy person and that’s why I want you to look a bit different.
You will catch more attention and you will be more ashamed knowing it … My girls and other ladies from the audience learned of this from me and they are delighted with this idea.
Also during your last walk, the board on your hips will rub and scratch against your penis, making it even more swollen …- She explained, always smiling.
Then she ties a wet string, tight, around Wikk’s head several times. He is totally surprised.
Marlén is standing in front of him while putting the cord in place and he takes can´t avoid pushing the tituli against her leg and rubbing his dick on the wood. Marlén laughing let him do it.
-You dirty pig! I am glad your crucifixon excites you so much!
Listen to me Adgan – She continues; her tone is now more serious and solemn. She backs a couple of paces putting an end to Wikk´s lascivious frictions.
-This string around your head has a meaning and a purpose.
When it dries totally, in a few hours, it will painfully cling to your head, digging into your flesh. Perhaps it will cause sweet hallucinations to your tormented mind...
And, I will tell you a secret- she says lowering her voice so only Wikk can make out her words now- In the ancient Babylon it was the way to mark the persons destined to the sacrifices to the Goddess.
Wikk was looking at her not fully understanding what she just explained.
-Soon you all will be starting your last walk. You know what I expect from you. I will be close and take care of you.
-Attention everybody!-It is the Headmistress again. I am surprised to see that she has changed her clothes again. She is wearing a very short jacket, sheer seamless pantyhose and still high heels shoes; all in black.
Her pantyhose leaves nothing to the imagination. Every fold of her lovely sex is in display. When she turns around her buttocks show their complete perfection! She looks absolutely stunning and I feel my cock beating painfully!
-It is time to begin the crucifixion procession. You are about to start your via crucis.
Remember that nothing stops a crucifixion procession. I want you to take a look at the knoll. There, on top of it are the stakes that await you.
And looking at those posts I want you to carry your crossbeams to the knoll, so we can assemble your crosses, nail you on them and raise them so you can start dying as soon as possible.
The time is getting close.
While you march I want you to reflect in what is about to happen to you. You are going to be nailed, exposed naked during your torture. Your only remaining purpose in life is to please others with your suffering and death.
Enjoy your last walk and the anticipation of the cross.
Stand up! What are you waiting for? - She continued raising now her voice.
She came towards me brandishing a riding crop and started to whip my buttocks until I was able to raise myself supporting my crossbeam.
Other Executioners were doing the same with their respective condemned and soon the procession was somehow formed and we start to walk towards the hill where we were going to be crucified.
I took a look at the stakes on top of the knoll as the Headmistress instructed us.
Off to be crucified! I thought, feeling again the ambivalent sensations and my hard and strangled cock.
My lady and Executioner is walking at my side.
-Soon now Carlos. As I said, the moment is close- she whispered to me in a voice friendly, even tender. I tried to straighten myself a little and hide my fears.
The guests are scattered along the way.
Among the men and women that had gathered to see us crucified, I can detect different attitudes. Some of them, and their comments, are supportive and tend to be grateful for the performance we are about to offer freely for their pleasure. Others insult us and just can’t believe we are crazy or perverted enough to eagerly accept such a painful and degrading punishment. Others just observe everything in awe, not yet believing they were about to witness a real crucifixion. Nevertheless the predominant mood is getting perhaps more friendly.
A woman approaches the Headmistress and starts to walk alongside her. Is one of the guests and she caught my attention when we arrived yesterday because is a quite attractive woman; brunette with brown eyes and very nice body.
-I have made my mind. I am decided- she starts with an accent that reminds me of low grey clouds and landings in St. John´s of Newfoundland.
-Are you sure Kathy? You won´t be able to change your mind once we reach the summit.
The conversation immediately catches our attention.
-Yes. I am sure. I just went to see Jaime and he gave me an increased dose of the drug. He told me that at this point, so close to the time of death the negative effects of the pills won´t matter that much. They may even compensate the lack previous punishment. I swallowed all the pills already.
It looks like our numbers are still increasing! I won´t mind to see this beautiful Canadian naked and crucified with us, I reflect.
-Yes. I learned that about the drugs too.- the Headmistress answers with an enigmatic smile- All right then. We prepared more than fifteen crosses, just in case. That won´t be a problem…who knows? I am inclined to think that we may still need some extra ones!
-Thank you. When I came here I wasn´t sure at all of what role I wanted…but now…
-Yes I know what you mean-the Headmistress cut her short- we will take care of everything once we get there - she says looking at the group of vertical poles that await us on top of the knoll.- Now go to talk to the man I told you!
Kathy leaves heading towards the back of the procession while the Headmistress turns her head and look at us. The enigmatic smile is still on her sensual lips when she puts her index on them, mockingly asking us to be discreet.
We keep walking and I look at my companions.
During our last journey every one of us, at some point, is hit by the enormity of what is about to happen to us.
But the hesitation, the fear, the resistance are overcome in the end by the mutual support, the incredibly high level of arousal and also, by the whips.
Amosad is clearly very excited. Master John is walking at his side almost the whole way; promising to fuck him hard again, before getting the Spaniard properly nailed and crucified.
Barbaria is still in front of me but she turns back and we exchange a look that says many things. She looks gorgeous and so pretty in her ponytail!
Gabriella and Wikk are still walking together. I think he is suffering more for her than for himself, but still I am sure he is somehow looking forward to be crucified next to her.
Messaline and Judith are also side by side looking chic and pretty even on loincloth and supporting their crossbeams on their way to the cross.
Blonde and brunette; who could choose?
Loxuru and the Ex-CEO walk right behind me and I can hear how they encourage each other. It looks like their relationship has radically changed…or perhaps it was like that since the beginning.
Nudeboy carrys his patibulum while looking at FastSlaveGirl and Roberta´s round and sexy backsides.
I look at my left and admire Eulalia´s lovely tits bouncing under the weight of her beam. We look frequently at each other’s sharing support and arousal.
A short distance behind Patrizio the Italian is struggling with the weight of his wood. His expression is a mix of arousal fear and bewilderment. I get the impression that he is not yet believing that this is really happening to him.
I reflect that beauty has so many different forms in the feminine world! My sisters crucificands make me think of flowers. So many varieties and all of them incredibly beautiful!
Our way to the cross is giving us a very intense experience of lust and anticipation
.
And bearing the patibuli is indeed part of the ordeal. We are cooperating with our imminent execution. We are carrying instruments for our torture.
The whole lead-up, since yesterday, is proving to be as exciting as the crucifixion itself.
I don´t think anyone is regretting our choices yet. We are sharing a sort of bond, and a very strong one; some kind of mutual reinforcement of lust and strength.
We find terribly exciting the fact that we are being taken to be crucified. Still without the excruciating pain of the crucifixion itself…and the probable regrets!
-Carlos. I promise to give you a hand job when you are crucified. You are going to look very sexy nailed! - I hear some woman shouting to me from the road side.
I look and it´s Susan with Monica; the attractive ladies that paid so many attentions to me while I was exhibited at the stake yesterday. It seems to me like that was years ago! And I am not sure how to feel hearing that!
-You are my favorite. I am counting on you to dance well for us on your cross! - She continues as they start walking along with me.
-Thank you Mistress, I`ll do my best – I answer trying to straighten a little.
The fact that they are enjoying my body and my torture makes my cock’s throbbing and my desire of cross more intense.
I look one more time at the knoll with the vertical stakes waiting for us.
I notice she has a riding crop in her hand.
We exchange a look and I understand what she wants, so I stop for a moment and straightening as much as I can I offer my sex to her leather.
She delivers three quick strokes on top of my loincloth. My strangled and engorged cock feels like bursting and the pain is incredible.
I managed to stutter:
-Tha…thank you …mistress!
-You are welcome Carlos! – She answers with a lustful smile. - now keep going.
I reassume my last walk with my eyes fixed again on the long poles and feeling ready and happy of having been used for a lady´s pleasure.
It takes us about forty minutes to cover the distance to the knoll. I keep admiring the different female bodies seductively swinging around me under the weight of their patibuli. All of us are also getting frequent attentions from our executioners and their whips.
Reaching the summit, who all suddenly stop without being told and fall on our knees.
In front of us a wood of stakes; the stakes where we are going to die.
This is the end of the road for us…