V The Crucifixion, and Talaka gets a Surprise.
Bradford struck the head of the spike, and it penetrated with a terrible tearing sound and a little spray of blood. Geraldine lay there, thinking how nice the clouds looked today.
“Scream, you fool” hissed Horsforth to her, digging her finger nails into Geraldine’s ear lobe. Geraldine screamed. With the first nail home, Geraldine twisted her body to look at it, and tug experimentally to see if the wrist would come free, but of course it held. The party moved to the right wrist, and this time Geraldine screamed, and again when her feet were nailed to a platform with a slight slope.
Once again the multiple language announcement were done, because the crowd had another chance for audience participation, the raising of the cross. The upright was hinged to its foundation, and hidden in the old fashioned hinge was a hydraulic fail-safe mechanism, but the cross was still raised by people pulling on ropes, so a degree of organisation was necessary. Even Talaka took hold of a rope next to Xoplis, but she was careful not to grip in any way that could damage her finger nails.
Geraldine moaned and whimpered and wriggled about a bit as this was going on, just as Ruth had instructed her. It felt really strange not to able to move her arms and feet, but the 4mm diameter steel rods through the plastic sleeves were made of a very good material which had no give in it. And the plastic sleeves inserted and glued between the bones of her wrists and feet by a Brown surgeon in York were very effective, well worth the money the organisers had to pay. She looked again at her left wrist, the blood was still flowing slowly out, it was so clever how they had filled the sleeve with capsules containing ‘blood’ of different viscosities, so it would flow for many hours.
A sudden breeze reminded her that her legs were splayed out, and she couldn’t close them. Why were the men so interested in that bit of her, surely they’d seen it before? She was grateful that one of the jobs of the Discipliners, nasty bitches that some of them were, was keeping men from raping her. She had no particular desire to feel a man there, a dildo was just fine. She knew that the Empire forbad mixed relationships, but wasn’t sure about the Chinese and Arabs.
With lots of enthusiastic shouts of “Heave”, the cross was pulled upright, and Geraldine felt the first strain on her shoulders, which she suspected would be the hardest bit to bear. Once locked into position, a platform was wheeled up, and Bradford and Ilkley climbed it with the seat. This had a webbing strap which gripped round the upright, so it could be positioned just right. The dildo jutting up from it looked bigger than the practice one, but that might be an illusion due to the angle. She tried to think nice thoughts so that the dildo would go in easily, but it had been lubricated well, and wasn’t too bad despite Bradford trying to rub the lube off with her jacket sleeve. With most of her weight now on the seat, Geraldine relaxed her shoulder muscles a bit, but the fixed position of her arms meant that the hurt didn’t go away as quickly as she would have liked.
More announcements in multiple languages. Geraldine thought she knew what was happening, but suddenly panicked when she realised she wasn’t sure. She knew it would spoil the show if she shouted down for instructions. She so wished there was one announcement in English, but this was a tourist attraction, and the natives couldn’t afford the entrance fees for a show like this.
The platform was repositioned slightly, then Horsforth came up with a pressurised washer bottle and hose and washed her pussy. It stung where the spikes had cut her lips, and she remembered it was an antiseptic, to be used for health and safety reasons between each person.
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“That’s you, dear,” said Xoplis to his wife.
“You mean, I can go and get blessed first? Oh darling, thank you so much for doing that for me.”
Talaka walked confidently to the base of the platform, and a Discipliner helped her up to the platform itself, now set so that Talaka was looking straight at Geraldine’s clit, and the large dildo behind it. Never one to shy away from a sexual challenge, she positioned her thumbs round the hood and licked the inviting little bud. This was Geraldine’s cue to start humping the dildo.
What with all the groping on the walk, and the whole experience of the past 24 hours, where her fingers have been prevented from getting anyway near, it didn’t take long for Geraldine to come. She thought desperately to get the words right; “Your sins are forgiven.”
The loudspeakers blared again translating for the crowd, and a big roar went up. Loud clapping accompanied Talaka as she descended from the platform, blushing slightly from the adulation. She rushed up to Xoplis, wrapped her arms round his neck, and kissed deeply.
“That was awesome, darling, so empowering to make the whore come like that, I think I like this cristian religion thing, so sexy.”
“Yes, make a Jesua come, and she washes away all the evil, that’s what they seem to believe. Much better than that silly little cup of water, from the Well of Wisdom that was supposed to make you clever, in Japan wasn’t it?” explained Xoplis.
“By the God of Love, get me back to that hotel before I damn well burst, I want exactly like I did to the slut first, then a bloody good fuck. I bet you forgot the rope, though.”
“I remembered the rope, I’ll stretch out your arms just like hers.”
“YES!!”
tbc
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