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Nuff Said

By Crassuswild


Dan grunted as his body strained on his cross.
He shook the sweat that rolled from his shaved head from his eyes, his dog tags chiming as he did so.
"this is bad man" he snarled,
and it was.

He had strong muscular, tattooed arms, powerful after many hours in the gym, they were on fire with cramp as his naked body hung from the thick straps that spread him across the arms of his T shaped cross. He growled as he forced his legs to straighten, pushing down on the ankle straps, allowing his arms to bend, allowing some relief to his tortured shoulders. his body glistened as he hung against gravity, darkening the stubble around his cock, shaved as is the fashion, his cock ram rod hard and fuelled with Viagra, one of the few cheats in the modern industry.

This hurt, this really hurt, he was getting to old for this shit,

When he first went into the industry things were so much more simple, dress in the costume, walk into the scene, strip and fuck.

He was younger then, video was king, since the rise of the internet he had realised the porn industry was harder, darker.

The old companies had gone west and so he started working for companies like this "Nuff Said" providers of BDSM and slave material. Of course there were rumours of even darker tastes out there. Still the money was good even if earning it was not as joyful as once it had been.




THE CRUCIFIED SOLDIER was the title of this epic, he was playing a soldier captured and crucified by rebels, he did not get it himself but guessed enough guys liked this stuff to make it pay.

Man it hurt bad, cramps ate at his legs, he could see the waddle of his Viagra hard cock as his legs got the jerks,

How fucking long were they going to keep up him here?

He could still see the dudes who ran Nuff Said, still dressed in their cheap terrorist costumes, sweeting and hard behind the camera as they filmed his naked groaning,

they stood before monitors and the blood red NUFF SAID logo.

He could see himself on the screens, seeing what the internet would soon spend good money to pay for and jerk off too.

He looks good man!

He was proud of his body, always had been, sporty as a youth and muscular as a man, he had been blessed with the equipment which had ment he could work in the porn industry, it had been a good life, well paid, for doing what he wanted to do anyway! Still if this was the kind of work he would get now he would have to get a proper job.

That thought hurt more than his physical suffering.

He could see the what his crucifixion had inflicted on him, his face creased from the pain, his gym pexed chest tight, man it was getting hard to breath, his stomach sunken and inverted, he dripped with sweat, his who body glistening, no need for baby oil today!

his muscles looking hard and drawn, crucifix cramp giving the effect of hours in the gym,

the crucifixion work out he mused, cruxersize?

It would be a hard sell!

his arms and legs were on fire, the muscles burning as they supported him against gravity, the groans of pain he had put on for the cameras at first were now quite real!

How long were these fuckers going to leave him up here?

Crucified?

the straps now chaffed his wrists, they were raw and hurt like fuck,

He was well aware of being trapped in two impossible positions, if he just hung his shoulders would burn with agonised cramp and he came to fear his shoulders would dislocate, more of a worry was that it was hard to breath when he hung, the air would sit in his chest until his lungs burned, He was forced into the second position, forcing his legs to straighten, pushing down on the bite of the ankle straps, thinking his knees would pop out, gasping in air as he rose up the cross, offering his cramped arms the blessed relief of bending.

He cursed himself for all those hours in the gym, he was a big guy and his own muscular bulk was now torturing him.



He had never felt so naked and exposed, he was used to being meat, displayed for the entertainment of others, but he had never felt so vulnerable and degraded.

His legs on fire he would have to sink down and hang again from his arms.


This was torture, pure and simple and he wanted out.


"OK guys.... get me down.... AAAAAGH ... funs over..."


The production team just looked at him grinning


of course, safe word, what was it?

oh yes "Green"

still they did not move

"Green guys" he tried to be cool about it but another wave of cramp gnawed at him and he heard a note of anger in his voice.

Still they just stood there watching, recording.

He needed a piss "GREEN FUCKING GREEN! GOT IT!" yelled the crucified man, angry now, offended by their incompetence, the breaking of filming rules, he would bust heads over this!

Still they just watched as he grunted, trying to pull himself from his bonds in fury!

"GET ME DOWN YOU FUCKERS!" he bellowed using air he could ill afford.

he was starting to panic now, pain and fear combined in him, what the fuck was going on?



The camera man smiled, he sauntered to the NUFF SAID logo and to the crucified mans horror started to re-arrange the letters,

AID SNUFF

snuff? SNUFF!

the crucified man really started to panic now, really started to writh and suffer as he struggled on his cross.

The production team were pleased,

they would get some brilliant stuff now the crucified man had realised he was to die in torment on his cross, they felt hard in their cheap costumes.

they would make a fortune from this,

they sat back to enjoy the sight, although they had to adjust the sound, Dan's screams of panic and pain were effecting the volume.

So unprofessional of him....
 
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I DESERVE......
Ego mori debeo in Crucem

I deserve to die,upon the Latin-Cross,
Condemned to suffer Rome's harsh justice.
Forced to endure the hatred aimed at me,
My guilt is clear for all to witness...
For my titlus reads,simply "HOMICIDA"

I deserve the humiliation and despair
Lower in status,than a girl-slave,even...
My nude body scourged and bloody,
Suffering the savage kiss,of the Flagrum,
Uttering perpetual screams of sheer agony !!

I deserve the cruel taunts,of the angry crowd,
As I struggled to bear the rough,heavy beam,
Wood forcibly resting upon lacerated shoulders,
Each stumbling pained step,a battle of wills,
My helpless body a target for hostile abuse....

I deserved to be brutally violated,raped,
Repeatedly fucked,like a cheap whore,
Nothing more than a piece of sex-meat,
Yea,of course i bitterly cursed my rapes,
My raw cunt,seeping evidence,of male abuse.

I deserve my howls of bestial sheer AGONY,
The cruel iron spikes impaling my wrists,
Terrified,helplessly i can only watch,in tears,
As my heels are also nailed to the wood,
My body jerks,as I'm affixed,and raised....

I deserve no sympathy as i struggle,
I'm guilty of my truly heinous crime,
The crowd mocking my pathetic battles,
My bodily functions betray me,as I hang,
Wearing an embarrassment of a Loincloth.

I deserve to endure the awful heat,and dust,
My sore,naked flesh sweating copiously,
I cannot fight against the biting insects,
My thirst burns,intolerably,throat feels raw
Despite myself i cry for succour,albeit in vain.

I deserve the "dance",of the crucified...
For long hours i suffer on the simple cross
Tired muscles cramping violently,fuck,it hurts,
Eventually I breathe my last painful gasps,
Reluctantly,I succumb,to death's dark embrace...

Finis.
 
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20190628_235721.jpgTHE PRICE OF FAILURE......

The crucified Slave groaned bitterly,as he fought against the rough bonds,that cruelly affixed him to his rough-hewn cross.
The cramps,in his upper body,and across his outstretched arms,were becoming quite intolerable,he'd hung there for ages,sharp spasms causing fresh pains....
Another low moan escaped his parched lips,as he vainly tried to hoist himself upwards,leg,and arm muscles trembling furiously,with the inhumane effort required, to eke out a crumb of impossibly bound comfort....it was totally useless !!

Naked,sweaty, chest heaving,as he desperately tried to breathe in fresh air,in the stifling midday heat...it was almost pointless,given his bondage.
Miserably, his head slumped down,once more,upon his wet,stinking torso,the crude,grimy Loincloth he'd been "awarded",was damp,with various bodily fluids,and stuck,embarrasingly to his nether regions....barely covering any shred of decency.
(He would have been naked,but his executioners decided to add to his ongoing humiliation....)

What HAD he done,to justify such a terrible punishment ??
He was just a mere House-Slave,who'd had the utter misfortune to disappoint his tyrannical,local middle-aged Domina, simply because he'd failed to meet her basic sexual needs,when forcibly asked upon....considering she was unfairly rather obese,and corpulent,it was a big, big ask indeed....given her obvious unattractiveness !!
No man,in his right mind would go anywhere near her !!
But,sadly for the slaves,they had no choice in the matter !!
( Many people grimly joked,that a novice Gladiator had a better chance of survival, than any of her reluctant male pleasure Slaves !!)

Sadly for this particular young Slave,it proved costly...very costly,as the enraged naked,overweight Domina now furiously
outraged,screaming,mercilessly demanding that this,(in her words),
"FUCKING PATHETIC,DICK-LESS WORM "
be summarily flogged,then CRUCIFIED,all day without hesitation,for his inability to perform a basic sex act,....but with ropes,so that he could be sold on afterwards,should he(somehow),survive his ordeal. (?)
She did NOT suffer failure gladly !!

The heat was quite appalling,and the now reddening sunburnt,bound condemned man found his thirst becoming more and more desperate,he croaked hoarsely,for water, his breath rasping with effort. His throat felt on fire !!
One of the bored guards heard him, sighed and casually sauntered over to a large earthenware pot nearby,out of the Slave's view,and dipped a grubby rag into it, strangely he was grinning mischeviously,as he proffered the soaking cloth,to the crucified's parched cracked lips.....as he leant forward to accept the offering....
Instantly he exclaimed, in revulsion and disgust,for the material was soaked in his urine,not water !!
("The rotten bastards !!")
As the Slave cried in despair,he cursed the malicious guard,who walked away laughing,ignoring the insults aimed in his direction,and the fates for condemning him to this unspeakable crucifixion torture !!

Despondent,the crucified man slumped once again,but this time his suffering was exacerbated by the Anal dildo that henceforth impaled him up his exposed arse,a cruel device requested by his former Domina,henceforth implying (falsely) that due to his inability to perform,he must be Homosexual at least...
"Ahhh,how much MORE ?!" he wailed in agony,complaining for good reason.
The painful suspension was indeed taking its grim toll on him,combined with a savage thirst and growling hunger...the wounds of his flogging didn't help much either !!

Of course his pitiful pleas for clemency would go unnoticed....his executioners had heard it all before,numerous times, and they'd become hardened to that sort of thing,their pay was all that mattered !!

As the crucified young man continued his awful efforts,struggling painfully against the thick hemp ropes that held him fast by his wrists and ankles upon the coarse,yet stained T-cross,his head was lolling back and forth,by now feeling quite faint,surely he would pass out,a welcome respite from the suffering he'd endured ??
Suddenly he was shocked awake,doused by a bucketful of piss,that had been hurled towards him,by one of his belligerent chuckling guards...it was VILE !!
Now his stale body sweat was joined by the rank stink of wee wee.... the disgusting liquid combination dribbling down his nude soaked body.
Again he renewed his grave shuddering endeavours,to their amusement..... grumbling bitchily.

Of course he wasn't alone,in his suffering...
As the helpless man gazed across to his left,temporarily blinded by his sweat and the glare of the hot noon sun,he could discern the figure of a rather attractive, dark haired young woman, bound,naked,kneeling her slim arms looped over a low horizontal beam,and firmly bound by her wrists to the upright. ...she struggled briefly and reluctantly surrendered to her,(no doubt),despicable fate.
Her open mouth was filled with a cruel wooden gag,of sorts,and it made her drool embarrassingly...yet uncomfortable.
He guessed,with bitter irony,that the poor female, would probably be made to suffer further terrible indignities,later on,at the hands of her cruel,sadistic captors....he didn't envy her predicament,not one bit !!

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Several long intolerable hours later,as the day was ending,the wretched shivering weakened slave,albeit barely conscious, was mercifully untied and taken down,from his unyielding wooden cross,and was dragged,off to an unknown fate,probably to spend the rest of his long-suffering days, serving a miserable existence,at the Oars of a Roman Galley,or even be condemned, to toiling ceaselessly,at the Rock- Mines in some stifling hot godforsaken colony,to be brutally violated and whipped with depressing regularity....until his life was inevitably over.
Just another grim anonymous statistic of Rome's evil Empire....
Meanwhile,the impassionate Cross would,no doubt accommodate,yet another unwilling protesting occupant....
to cruelly suffer,as countless others did.

FINIS.
 
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CONDEMNED TO SUFFER....
(A crucifixion short story.)

"CRUCIFY HIM !! CRUCIFY HIM !! HANG THE FUCKING BASTARD !! PUT HIM TO THE CROSS !!"
The assorted, hateful shouts,of angry accusation echoed loudly,as the unwilling,condemned victim of his own despicable crime,was hauled rather unceremoniously,off to his impending execution,having been found guilty of rape...he'd been caught in flagrante, sexually assaulting a young female Etruscan Slavegirl,her terrified screams alerting passers by,who swiftly apprehended the rapist and brought him to immediate brutal justice,Roman-style.
The penalty was quite simple,given the evil crime....CRUCIFIXION !!

The condemned man was Ahmed,a middle-aged Syrian Market trader,who'd stopped off at a port in Roman-occupied Judea,unfortunately,(for him),he'd had too much cheap ale,and stupidly,tried his luck with an unwilling Slavegirl,who,naturally resisted his lustful approaches,only to be dragged into an alleyway and forced upon....her desperate shrieks,brought to attention the appalled local townsfolk,who dragged him off the poor, defenceless,violated girl,now sobbing in shame and despair....there would only be one outcome, as Ahmed would surely find out !!
The Cross awaited him.....

The unfortunate man yelled,and fought,as he was routinely divested of his simple, cheap robes,and humiliatingly,he was reduced to wear a crude,grimy loincloth, that had seen better days !!
The crowd mocked his acute shame and fearfulness. He was unable to avoid pissing himself,in utter fear.
As a further indignity,Ahmed was forced to carry the burden,of a heavy,roughly-hewn crossbeam,upon his lacerated shoulders.
Onwards he struggled,amidst pushing and impatient shoves,by a hostile crowd,now eagerly awaiting the day's crucifixion...

After an hour's torturous journey the stumbling prisoner,together with a blood thirsty mob of jeering locals,who cared not towards his suffering,would reach their grim destination...a rocky plateau,upon a dusty barren outcrop.
Three bare wooden Crosses dominated the skyline,one of which,was devoid of it's Patibilum....
the intention was quite unmistakable,it was reserved,for a,now horrified,yet struggling Ahmed,who moaned pathetically,as he desperately sought to escape his gruesome fate....an attempt to flee was quickly anticipated and the experienced guards,grabbed the miserable wretch,thrusting him towards the naked Stipes....
Crucifixion was inevitable !!

He was thrown backwards down upon the hot dusty ground,amidst a flurry of kicks and shoves,the wooden beam smashing upon the dirt,it jarred dreadfully,causing Ahmed to yelp in further pain !!
The vigilantes wasted no time in dragging the reluctant criminal,towards the waiting upright beam,( the Stipes),his sore feet scrabbling wildly upon the sandy surface,as he was unceremoniously hoisted, by his tightly bound wrists,that bore his full weight,as his flailing legs left solid earth. How he wailed !!
"AAAWWGH,NOO PLEASE,NOOO,I BEG YOU PLEASE NO NO !!"
Of course his cries were ignored !!

If being crucified wasn't awful enough,the Slave girl's owner,had furiously decreed that he,the accused,should also suffer the CORNU...a further intolerable act of sadistic justice,at the pleasure of the crowd.
In other words....Impaled and Crucified !!
"Yeah stick it up his fucking dirty ARSE ,go on,fucking DO IT !!"
Shouted the indignant Slave girl,who watched the horrid spectacle with hateful morbid curiosity.
The helpless crucified rapist,wriggled ever so desperately,as he vainly tried to avoid being penetrated forcibly up his exposed bumhole...given that the impending crude Cornu was a thick knobbily object several inches in length,heavily stained,it was NO surprise,whatsoever !!
Once nailed securely to the upright beam,
It was generously greased,with animal fats for ease of application,and acute Anal discomfort !!

He SCREAMED and thrashed,to no avail,as his legs were grabbed forcibly apart and his loincloth hoiked down,his naked arse placed upon the vile wooden object,which slid up his rectal passage unhindered,such a dreadful bitter humiliation....!!
"AAGH,AAGH....NO,NO..IT HURTS,Please I BEG YOU !!" He wailed in pained protest !!
Immediately afterwards his thrashing legs were grabbed and expertly bound at the sides of the upright,making sure his knees were slightly bent....He was ergo now CRUCIFIED...condemned to death upon the awful T-Cross.
As a final insult,a crude sign was nailed onto the upright,at his feet,it stated,quite simply,in Latin, "VIOLATOR"....
A rapist condemned to suffer for as long as inhumanely possible,the agonies of Crucifixion...!!

Each struggle brought fresh terrible suffering,especially his desperate need to breathe,forcing him to haul himself upwards against his cruel thick bonds,only to sag down again,inevitably impaling himself repeatedly,a macabre vision of self-buggeration,to the amusement of the belligerent watchers !!
Ahmed moaned and cursed,with discomfort each terrible time !!
The crowd,they loved it, showing no sympathy whatsoever.... death to the bastard ponce !!
At one point the young woman,whom Ahmed had earlier assaulted, strode up to his Crucifix,cursed him,in her native tongue,and spat in disgust at his feet,it was obvious,her hatred towards him...

Regrettably, for Ahmed,she also noticed his limp penis stirring,underneath his crude loincloth,the unmistakeable pre-cum staining the fabric,(how mortifying for him !!)
She exclaimed in disgust and called the soldiers over....
"Look at him,the dirty fucking pervert,he's still turned on,the disgusting animal !!"
She angrily gestured at the scene before her....
meanwhile emotionlessly ignoring the babbling denials of the crucified man.
She continued berating him....
and the guards....whilst offering a pouch of local coinage.
"Well,do something,whip the dirty cunt, surely he deserves it,the wanker ?!"
The Carnifexes agreed,and without hesitation,gleefully set about lashing the bound man,with an evil looking leather Flagrum....his naked torso soon bloodily criss-crossed, his tormented howls of agony reverbrating loudly upon the hillside....

Once satisfied,their brutal task was now done,they ceased their flogging,leaving their victim,a sobbing sweat-soaked bloody mess as he hung limply on his cross....too weak to resist,surely death would come ??
Sadly not yet....
After a few hours the uncaring audience soon dispersed,bored,yet satisfied,leaving a wretched,nude Ahmed to his cruel savage fate...
It would be quite some time,before he succumbed,dying in despair and intolerable agonies....nobody cared.
As far as they were concerned,justice was done,that terrible day.....

THE END.
 
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The corner

She counted the seventh ring when he picked up the phone at last. She got very short time from the men around her who already looked at her as if they wanted to see through her clothes. One of them looked up to the empty cross with joyful expectation.
-Thank`s God I reached you. I forgot to validate my ticket. I have no time to talk. -She held the phone in her left hand, while she released her sandals to gain time. It was strange to feel the dirty pavement of Nybroplan below her bare sole. She was in her thirties, it was the third time she was crucified, but the last one was six years ago, for crossing a road besides passenger crosswalk.
-I know, but what can I do now? -Both of her feet were bare. She wanted to finish the talk before the policemen would stop her. She started to unbutton her cardigan.
-So can you bring home the children from the kindergarten? -While she listened to the evasions of her husband, she finished the last button. The cloth opened as a curtain revealing the curves of her black skinny top.
-Ask somebody, I cannot talk anybody for an hour. -She asked an officer to help her slipping off the cardigan.
-Yes, a man helped me to undress, I cannot do everything with one hand. -She answered angrily. She looked down and realized that the only thing she could work on with one hand was her belt buckle.
-Then ask your mother. You don`t have to tell her where I am. -She released her belt and hoped that her husband did not hear the clanks of the metal.
-No, don`t come here. I can go home by myself. -She started to unbutton her jeans.
-Yes, I will buy ticket. Bring something for dinner please. -She tried to pull down the trousers. It was skinny, so she had difficulties standing on one foot, but at last it slipped off. He saw a passenger to check her loan. She recognized that her panties also slipped off a little and revealed the top of her pubic hair.
-OK, I will be at home by six. Bye. -She closed the device and asked back her jeans from the officer to put the phone to its pocket, than gave it back finally. She looked up to the cross than slipped out of her top and after what everybody was waiting for. Her underwear also landed in the hand of the officer. She felt the odour of her own body that had been collected under her clothes all the day: the mixture of soap, deodorant and body fluids. She went up to the cross and took the position in hope that the touches of men who were binding her would be finished quickly. After a while they pulled up her leg from the stand and the old feeling of strain all along her body started. The officers left her alone. She could do nothing else to arrange the family affairs, so she started to work on her own ordeal, on a common cross at a common corner of the city.


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A SLAVE'S PUNISHMENT.....
(A poem,by @Baracus)

Miserably,she knelt,totally nude
Sad eyes filled with tears
Wrists locked in a spreader-bar
Ergo connected to her Slave-collar.

Bared breasts,marked by the whip
Dark nipples,ringed,chained painfully
The "Tit-Weights" a cruel reminder
Every movement,further discomfort.

Her knees sore,upon cold floor
Toes cramping so unbearably
Legs parted wide,sex exposed
Labia moist with enforced use.

Wall-chained,by the slim neck
She could only watch,desperate
Her master enjoying his meal
The hunger was unbearable.

She could not speak,nor plead
Ball-Gag,firmly inserted,belted
The dry thirst,quite intolerable
Mutely drooling,although parched.

All day,she'd been thus bound
Her own stupid,bloody fault
She'd disobeyed her Owner
Now she was duly punished.

Her naked back felt on fire
She'd been flogged,cruelly so
Screaming with each vicious lash
Barely conscious at the end

Usually she was a good Slavegirl
Especially when called upon
Obediently,eagerly sucking his cock
His copious spunk,her only nutrition.

In her sore arse,a rude reminder
That Butt-Plug,it was huge indeed
The message was loud and clear
"Don't fuck with your Master,N°49 !!"

Every now,and again,embarrasment
She,naturally,needed to pee
Desperately shuffling backwards
Hoping not to miss the bowl...

Legs spread,kneeling uncomfortably
Relief as warm pee trickles out
The welcome sound of liquid splash
As it connects with toilet bowl.

Night time soon drew near
Anxiously she waited,impatient
Eyes filled with expectations
What would her fate be...??

Her master beckons,"Up you get !!"
Obediently,she raises,upstanding
Silently she approaches him
Shaking with nervous anticipation.

Standng before him,legs apart
Wrists still chained to collar
Naked breasts rise and fall
Eyes downcast,accepting her fate.

As is his prerogative
Master is firm,but usually fair
He had a decision to make
What did his errant Slave deserve ??

Would she now share his bed
A gesture of forgiveness ??
Or would she spend the night....
Tormented upon the 'X' Cross ??

The End.
 
The management

She felt a hand on her shoulder. She stopped the music and pulled out the earplug. The CEO of the branch stood behind her.
-Keira, the board will come today. Be the representative please. -He told her quickly and flatly.
-Me? -She asked back, having no better idea to play for time and other ideas. -I have deadline.
-Your teammates will manage it, and you can answer their questions up on the cross too. Last time it was Stacey there and I will not send up the new girl yet either. Stand up please. -The girl sitting behind her heard her name, but did not turned back. The CEO also let alone the girl and spoke to the head of production.
-Please ask everyone else to tidy the office, I don`t want to see cups everywhere. Help her up, then put out the company flag and prepare with coffee and cakes. The cab will be here any time.
During their short conversation Stacey did not work, prepared herself for the day. Her task was simple, but though, she had to practice inside her mind before took it into action. When the CEO went back to his office, she was thinking if she should stand up or wait for the call of her manager, Leon. In fact it happened in the same time. When Leon asked her to go with him, it was already meaningless. But when they finished the ten step to the cross the fear overwhelmed her. She could took off the sweater, but then told her boss that she must go out first, and let him alone.
At the toilet she did not even lowered her jeans just sat down. She enjoyed the loneliness, but known that she couldn`t stay there for more than five minutes. After four minutes she did not know if her soul was prepared, but she had to go. At last she forced herself to piss. She passed the five minutes but understood that it was important. When she buttoned up her jeans she realized it was in so vain, since she must unbutton it within a minute. Her manager waiting her anxiously under the cross. When she was undressing she asked him to turn up the heat, and if he known when they would leave. Leon promised he would find it out, while his eyes were following every square inches being uncovered on her body.
When Keira finished the undressing she grabbed the horizontal pole, with her left hand and the top of the cross with her right one, stepped up to the footrest and pulled herself up. Her mind`s eye saw her bare ass emerging above the monitors. It was bigger than she wanted. When she was up, she put her right hand besides the left on the horizontal pole, let it with her left one, then with a small swung turned back and caught the other end of horizontal pole. She was in position. Leon had brought leather cuffs that were in his drawing besides the keys of the server room. The company name was engraved in them. He put them to her wrists and fixed them to the appropriate hole that was determined by her stretched arm. On the ankle cuffs there were few inches long leather strips, because they were fixed at the end of the relatively long footrest pole. Keira felt Leon pulled sideward her feet to reach the fixing point with the end of the strip. Not so much, around twenty degrees, but she felt the breeze of air condition on her labia. She looked down and saw that the bottom of her pubic hair was still wet after pissing. She pulled up her right foot but it just opened her loin more and she had just ten free centimeters anyway on a round curve around the fixing point at the end of the footrest. She hoped that nobody would notice the small wetness until it completely dry up.
The boss promised that he would come back and left her alone. Keira looked up and noticed several heads turning away from her body and getting back to work, going somewhere, making tea, etc. She turned her head to her workstation. She saw her clothes on the seat-back and her monitor. She became very angry about it. Leon could had put her clothes to a drawer or at least fold them and put the underwear under the jeans. The azure panties were at the bottom, but lolled out enough so that she could see that from her position, and the light blue bra was exactly on the top. She hated that the people were working and idling around her personal clothes, especially her underwear. She caught the eyes of a guy who compared the shape of the bra cups with the shape of her bare breasts that was not pushed up by them at the time.
Keira looked up to the ceiling. These were just her colleagues, and the foreigners would just come after that. The entrance was behind her on the right side, they would come in there, walked away exactly in front of her cross and went to the meeting room on left. It would be not the finish, because it had glass walls. But they did not came. Keira had a look to her monitor. She saw her job she had started that day. The screen would be shut down within 15 minutes. She waited but the nervousness never let her alone.
The time went and nobody cared her. After a while she felt herself more and more uncomfortable. The footrest was just ten centimeters long and its sharp edges cut into her sole, anywhere she put her feet. She always terrified when the door opened, but by the board arrived, she learnt not to jerk her head right. When they came in with the CEO and slowly walked away in front of her, she just looked down to the floor. They made small talk and praised the beauty of the office and decoration, which was her. They probably all looked along her body. She grabbed stronger the horizontal pole not let her hands instinctively moving toward her tits and pussy to hide them. It would be deeply humiliating to be jerking in front of these strange old men. She could already not prevent her left foot to start moving toward the middle of footrest, but she could hope that nobody noticed the small trembling as the leather strip jerked back her ankle.
The board started their first meeting. She did not hear anything across the glass wall. She realized that she did not order lunch. She did not know if she could come down at lunch time, but she hoped. The board with the local management would go out and not come back for an hour. She silently called her colleague working in front of her cross. He just noticed her at the second try.
-Bruce, could you please order me a gyros? With salad and without chili. He looked at her and immediately opened the window of the site of the fast food on the corner. She looked down again and not look up anymore.
Despite she kept staring on the floor she felt the approaching of Stacey. She was struggling with the final quality documentation which was Keira`s task normally. She did not want company, but tried to explain everything. But Stacey felt her anger.
-Be angry with somebody else, not me.
-I am not angry with you, Stacey. -She answered angrily.
The board finished the first meeting and spread out to the office. This was the slot when they met to the employees, get known them what they did, made small meetings with the team leaders. She hoped that they would let her alone, and they went to Stacey indeed. While they were talking Stacey pointed at her and the director looked over her again and her empty chair. Her clothes were still there. If she had known about this visit before she would have bring skirt and not jeans -she thought, but realized that it would not matter so much. She looked down again, but sometimes had a glance around to see if anybody was approaching. But nobody came and the management went to launch break. She released when she heard Leon telling to a team leader to let her down, but just for 45 minutes. The guy, Niles waited five minutes until it was sure that no one came back for a forgotten phone or coat, then approached her. She waited until he helped her down and asked him to bring her clothes. He first grimaced, he did not understood why she gave him orders, but soon she realized that in the other way Keira would have to walk along the office bare naked, and obeyed. She waited with her hand covering herself, in spite she known that by that time anybody could sketch all of the details of her body.
When she got her clothes she thanked for it, waited while the standing man caught himself and left her alone, then she quickly put up her panties and jeans. She skipped the bra and just put up the t-shirt. She known that her time was short.
First she minded that she had ordered lunch. It would be better to go out than sitting among her colleagues in the canteen. But she known that she would not arrive back in time to do her afternoon duty.
-You have five minutes. -She was warned by a boy at the table. She asked somebody to wash her dishes, and went out to the toilet. In the mirror she saw her nipples under her t-shirt. She went out, asked for Bruce to help her tying herself up, and went back to the cross. She felt the eyes on her butts rocking in the jeans. That was her only part they did not get yet enough.

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For months I was in discussion for a crucifixion between two young girls. The approachable person possessed detailed skill, was manager in a SM-club. When I pay all wishes will fulfilled.
Then I got a call for an appointment within two weeks. "Pay firstly the bill!"

On that day I went to the club. In the cellar was a room for stocking all sorts of instruments and props. In the wall were driven hooks for the ropes. That was not so what I wish, I want to feel and scrub my spine over the row wood, but a plastered wall is slippery. Good, I accepted, better something than nothing!

Undress You! I did, smelled my three days-body odor (shower-gel is a mistake here) and he fixed the ropes over my wrists and ankles. Then he pushed me to the wall and attached me. I hang and must stay on my toes. I asked for a piece of row wood for better support, he did.

But where were the girls? After ten minutes they came in. Indeed the were young but their psychical level shined poorly.
They did not undress themselves but stayed in a short pant and a bra. Arms, legs and umbilicus were nude.

Left and right from me the were fixed on the hooks. They did not say much. I remarked that they did not hang but stayed on a high support.

Suddenly one remarked my erection and she began to giggle. The other to. From such sacrilegious behavior my penis relaxed completely as by a young boy. When they remarked this piece their laughing was for minutes. Could I accept this? I fantasied those sounds came from outside spectators.

The time was over, my muscles were painful. My mind was displeased.

Traveling to my home I thought to have had a wisely experience but not as my wishful most intimate thoughts. Life is never perfect!
 
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"Been a long day, Lucius."

"Can say that again Marcus."

"These two put on quite a show, though, didn't they?"

"Yes, writhing and squirming nakedly up there for hours ... can't imagine where they got the energy."

"And in this blazing heat too .. remarkable!"

"Oh, and the shrieking and screaming ... thought they would never stop."

"Well, that's why you finally had to put an end to it with the old spear between the ribs, right?"

"Yes, we needed some peace and quiet."

"Well, let's get these corpses disposed of and call it a day, what do you say?"

"Suits me. I'm hungry and thirsty."

"Hope there's still room in the pit after yesterday's executions."

"Always room for a couple more, my friend."
 
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"Been a long day, Lucius."

"Can say that again Marcus."

"These two put on quite a show, though, didn't they?"

"Yes, writhing and squirming nakedly up there for hours ... can't imagine where they got the energy."

"And in this blazing heat too .. remarkable!"

"Oh, and the shrieking and screaming ... thought they would never stop."

"Well, that's why you finally had to put an end to it with the old spear between the ribs, right?"

"Yes, we needed some peace and quiet."

"Well, let's get these corpses disposed of and call it a day, what do you say?"

"Suits me. I'm hungry and thirsty."

"Hope there's still room in the pit after yesterday's executions."

"Always room for a couple more, my friend."
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Barb, you realize that the corpse on the left mens shoulder is a deer?
 
You cannot crucify deer?
But it would indeed be a pity to throw away the deer with the womans corpse.

Ah well I will see the deer in the pic as a metaphor and applaud Barabaria's story:D
 
Island Crucifixion

Alex’s boat approached a small island that is an hour away from the mainland. She is with one of the male executioners from the town she lives in. The island has a small cabin with a dock for the boat. From the cabin is a path that leads into the heart of the island. The Executioner docked the boat at the cabin and they both went in. They both stripped off their clothes and The Executioner cuffed her hands behind her back. Alex got on her knees and started to suck off The Executioner. She had to suck him off to show that she was serious about going thru with the crucifixion. He grabbed her head and started pumping her mouth. He grunted as he pumped his load into Alex’s mouth. After he extracted his penis, Alex opened her mouth to show the load of seamen. She then swallowed all of it.

The Executioner led Alex down the path into the heart of the island. In a small clearing about ten minutes’ walk from the cabin was a cross and an electric generator. Alex moved to the cross and The Executioner helped her to sit down on it. He undid the cuffs and Alex laid down, ready for the crucifixion. The Executioner placed large single cuffs on her wrists and bolted them to the cross. He also cuffed her feet together and bolted her feet to the cross. He straddled her chest and placed his penis between her large breasts. The Executioner started pumping her breasts. He thrusted the tip of his penis into Alex’s mouth as he came. He filled her mouth with a second load of seamen. Alex swallowed all of his seamen as The Executioner got up and moved to the electric generator. He used the control box to raise the cross. The Executioner attached a clamp to each of Alex’s nipples. He turned a knob on the control box and pressed a large red button. Electricity surged briefly thru Alex’s chest. She asked The Executioner to turn the power up to full. A second burst of electricity caused Alex to scream in pain.

Alex smiled at The Executioner satisfied with the power setting. He set the system to jolt her every two minutes. Each jolt would last for thirty seconds. The timer was set for three hours. At the end of the three hours, Alex would receive a max power jolt lasting ten minutes. That would ensure that her heart would be destroyed. The Executioner walked back to the cabin and put on his clothes. Before he got into the boat to return to the mainland, he stopped and listened for a moment. He could not hear Alex’s screams. No one would hear her scream. She would be all alone on the island. The Executioner would have to return the next day to collect Alex’s body.



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A good short story. Well done. !!
(Really think this should've gone in the 'Short Crux Stories' thread....)
 
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