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The Chapel - Chapter 1
Rainer and Saskia wandered through the woods near their home town. Saskia whore nothing than a light summer dress that reached to her knees. She did not wear a slip and no shoes. The reason was Rainer. The 45-year-old photographer took pictures of Saskia time by time.
First, she had to strip naked and had to take a close fishtail over her legs. In a little forest pond she had to pose as a half-naked mermaid. Rainer had plaited a crown of aquatic plants and set it on Saskias hair.
Then Saskia had turned on the orders of her boyfriend in a forest fairy. She wore nothing than two thin brown fabric strips, one on her chest and one around the hips. With a few leaves in her hair she was Rainers model.
Then Saskia had to undress completely and Rainer tied her up with rope to a tree and photographed here as bondage model.
Saskia loved to be photographed by Rainer. She did lov to strip naked and to be photographed, but she did not dare to tell it. It gave her a kick to work in that way but she was to shy to tell it.
Even more she loved it when he ordered her to take certain poses when he gave her instructions on how to sit down or lean against a tree. He corrected her attitude and constantly told her to move in different poses. Saskia loved to be bossed by the man.
Rainer was six feet tall and an imposing appearance. He was in his forties and had graying dark blond hair. Saskia liked big men to whom they could look up.
She also loved to be tied up, but that she would never be able to admit. She did not dare. Nothing more excited here as to be tied up naked. And she dreamed of sticks and whips.
Unfortunately, Saskia never dared to say so. She couldn´t speak about her secret wishes.
Instead, she hoped that Rainer would eventually do all that to her somedays. Once she had not behaved very well when modeling for Rainer, and for fun he had beaten her with a rod, which he had torn from a willow bush. He had given her some hits across the butt.
"Will you obey !" he said. "Stop wriggeling and be a neat model!"
Oh, how happy Saskia had obeyed. She had done what he told her and she felt wonderfully humble.
Rainer had the nickname "Madiosi" on the internet, because he was interested in the comics in MAD. Saskia jokingly called him "Mafiosi" what was wrong because it was plural. She would had call him "Mafioso" (which was the singular form) but she did´t. She wanted to provoke Rainer. Maybe a little spanking on the behind was in there for her.
"How far is it to the Great Nose?" asked Saskia, as they walked along a narrow forest path. She went barefoot. She liked it. She loved to feel the natural subsoil beneath her bare feet. Moreover, she imagined to be a poor slave girl that was barefoot taken into captivity.
In addition, Rainer demanded it from her and Saskia loved to obey Rainers commands.
"We really need to be there already," said Rainer. He raised his camera. "Stand with your back against the tree over there!"
Saskia obeyed. He gave orders. Beautiful!
"Arms above your head!" demanded Rainer.
Saskia stretched her arms over her head and crossed her wrists.
I'm tied to the tree, she thought.
Rainer's camera clicked.
"Done," he said. "Come on, Sassi, let's go."
They followed the narrow path. He became steeper and under Saskias bare feet were many ugly rocks.
"Ow!" said Saskia as she stepped on the sharp stones.
"Do not be like that!" said Rainer behind her. "Go on."
Saskia crossed his wrists behind her back. She walked out without hesitation. When she stepped on a sharp stone, she didn´t say any word.
I am a bound slave girl and am led through a rocky path and will be sold at the slave market. Behind her, she heard the clicks of Rainers camera. He photographed her. Beautiful. She liked it. Tonight they would look at the photos and Saskia would choose the most beautiful shots.
The path went flat and the soil under Saskias bare feet was now soft and cool.
"We have taken a wrong turn at some point," Rainer muttered. "At the next intersection, turn right, so we get back to the right track."
Suddenly a large clearing opened in front of them.
Saskia was speechless.
"Wow!" Said Rainer. He joined her. "I don´t know this place! Do you? "
Saskia shook her head: "I did not know that there is a chapel in the woods."
Rainer made a gesture that the entire clearing that involved: "There is no way and no road. Only the narrow footpath that we have taken. This is a place that has been forgotten."
In the middle of the clearing stood a small chapel build from dark sandstone. Narrow gothic windows stretched up to the sides of the small building. The roof was covered with slate shingles.
Rainer took a topographic map out of his camera bag. He studied it exactly: "Wow! This chapel is not marked on the map. Officially it does not exist."
Saskia went to the small church. A double door locked it. Tentatively she reached for the door handle. The door opened. It squealed loudly on its hinges. Inside were wooden benches. On the back wall there was a simple altar and behind it stood a large wooden cross.
Saskia went into the chapel. Under her bare feet she felt cold stone tiles. She went up to the altar. She could not take her eyes away from the cross. At the altar she stopped. Rainer joined her.
"Christ is on vacation," he said, smiling at her from." He flew for two weeks to Gran Canaria, because it too cold and dark around this place."
Outside it was quite dark for a summer day. It was cloudy. Rainer as a photographer liked this light. Then he could take good nude shots. The soft light was perfect for nude photos. But inside the chapel it was pretty dark.
Saskia stood before the cross: "Here the body of Christ was screwed on." She touched a hole in the upright cross post, just above the downwardly inclined footrest. Then she pointed to the horizontal bar. Right and left there were holes in the wood. They went through completely. The body of Christ had been screwed with long bolts on the cross.
But now he was no longer there.
She discovered a footstool under the altar and put it in front of the cross. She got up, turned her back to the cross and stretched her arms out.
"I am the holiday replacement!" She exclaimed, laughing.
Rainer was fascinated: "Yeah Sassi! That's a great idea! We do that! I take pictures of you as a female Christ. "
Suddenly Saskia's heart started to pump hard. She thought she had misheard. But then she saw how Rainer opened his backpack and pulled out ropes. He put his camera aside and came up with the ropes to her, "Take off your clothes, Sassi! You will go on the cross. "
Saskia heart stopped. What did he say?
"I want to shot you as a young, female Christ," Rainer said. "Go on! Get off your clothes! "
Commands. Beautiful. Saskia obeyed willingly.
He will tie me to the cross! He will crucify me! I will be crucified!
Her heart was beating wildly.
Crucifixion. How many times had she dreamed about that. How often had she imagined to be tied to a cross.
It all started early. With seven years she had seen Jesus on the cross in the church. It was not a suffering Christ, his face contorted with pain, but a figure that looked with open eyes up at the sky. Saskia stared at the crucifix and she felt the growing desire to be nailed to a cross.
From then on, she had gone everywhere in churches when they were open and had looked at the crucifix behind the altar. At home, she had little stories dreamed, in which she was crucified.
Soon she found out that one could be not only nailed. One could be tied up with ropes to the cross. To be crucified went to be her greatest and also most secret desire.
Saskia undressed. She was trembling with excitement. Her greatest wish would be fulfilled. She looked at Rainer. He had no idea what a feeling storm raged within her. For Rainer the cross was nothing than another opportunity to get good pictures from her. Saskias naked body in erotic way.
Finally, she stood naked in front of Rainer and looked up at him. Still, her heart beated hard. She had to swallow, so excited she was.
"I-I-I'm ready," she said. Her voice almost failed.
"Well then up onto the little stool!" ordered Rainer. He had a rope in his hand.
Saskia obeyed. She climbed onto the stool, turned her back to the cross and spreaded out her arms. Humble she waited to be bound by Rainer.
Rainer and Saskia wandered through the woods near their home town. Saskia whore nothing than a light summer dress that reached to her knees. She did not wear a slip and no shoes. The reason was Rainer. The 45-year-old photographer took pictures of Saskia time by time.
First, she had to strip naked and had to take a close fishtail over her legs. In a little forest pond she had to pose as a half-naked mermaid. Rainer had plaited a crown of aquatic plants and set it on Saskias hair.
Then Saskia had turned on the orders of her boyfriend in a forest fairy. She wore nothing than two thin brown fabric strips, one on her chest and one around the hips. With a few leaves in her hair she was Rainers model.
Then Saskia had to undress completely and Rainer tied her up with rope to a tree and photographed here as bondage model.
Saskia loved to be photographed by Rainer. She did lov to strip naked and to be photographed, but she did not dare to tell it. It gave her a kick to work in that way but she was to shy to tell it.
Even more she loved it when he ordered her to take certain poses when he gave her instructions on how to sit down or lean against a tree. He corrected her attitude and constantly told her to move in different poses. Saskia loved to be bossed by the man.
Rainer was six feet tall and an imposing appearance. He was in his forties and had graying dark blond hair. Saskia liked big men to whom they could look up.
She also loved to be tied up, but that she would never be able to admit. She did not dare. Nothing more excited here as to be tied up naked. And she dreamed of sticks and whips.
Unfortunately, Saskia never dared to say so. She couldn´t speak about her secret wishes.
Instead, she hoped that Rainer would eventually do all that to her somedays. Once she had not behaved very well when modeling for Rainer, and for fun he had beaten her with a rod, which he had torn from a willow bush. He had given her some hits across the butt.
"Will you obey !" he said. "Stop wriggeling and be a neat model!"
Oh, how happy Saskia had obeyed. She had done what he told her and she felt wonderfully humble.
Rainer had the nickname "Madiosi" on the internet, because he was interested in the comics in MAD. Saskia jokingly called him "Mafiosi" what was wrong because it was plural. She would had call him "Mafioso" (which was the singular form) but she did´t. She wanted to provoke Rainer. Maybe a little spanking on the behind was in there for her.
"How far is it to the Great Nose?" asked Saskia, as they walked along a narrow forest path. She went barefoot. She liked it. She loved to feel the natural subsoil beneath her bare feet. Moreover, she imagined to be a poor slave girl that was barefoot taken into captivity.
In addition, Rainer demanded it from her and Saskia loved to obey Rainers commands.
"We really need to be there already," said Rainer. He raised his camera. "Stand with your back against the tree over there!"
Saskia obeyed. He gave orders. Beautiful!
"Arms above your head!" demanded Rainer.
Saskia stretched her arms over her head and crossed her wrists.
I'm tied to the tree, she thought.
Rainer's camera clicked.
"Done," he said. "Come on, Sassi, let's go."
They followed the narrow path. He became steeper and under Saskias bare feet were many ugly rocks.
"Ow!" said Saskia as she stepped on the sharp stones.
"Do not be like that!" said Rainer behind her. "Go on."
Saskia crossed his wrists behind her back. She walked out without hesitation. When she stepped on a sharp stone, she didn´t say any word.
I am a bound slave girl and am led through a rocky path and will be sold at the slave market. Behind her, she heard the clicks of Rainers camera. He photographed her. Beautiful. She liked it. Tonight they would look at the photos and Saskia would choose the most beautiful shots.
The path went flat and the soil under Saskias bare feet was now soft and cool.
"We have taken a wrong turn at some point," Rainer muttered. "At the next intersection, turn right, so we get back to the right track."
Suddenly a large clearing opened in front of them.
Saskia was speechless.
"Wow!" Said Rainer. He joined her. "I don´t know this place! Do you? "
Saskia shook her head: "I did not know that there is a chapel in the woods."
Rainer made a gesture that the entire clearing that involved: "There is no way and no road. Only the narrow footpath that we have taken. This is a place that has been forgotten."
In the middle of the clearing stood a small chapel build from dark sandstone. Narrow gothic windows stretched up to the sides of the small building. The roof was covered with slate shingles.
Rainer took a topographic map out of his camera bag. He studied it exactly: "Wow! This chapel is not marked on the map. Officially it does not exist."
Saskia went to the small church. A double door locked it. Tentatively she reached for the door handle. The door opened. It squealed loudly on its hinges. Inside were wooden benches. On the back wall there was a simple altar and behind it stood a large wooden cross.
Saskia went into the chapel. Under her bare feet she felt cold stone tiles. She went up to the altar. She could not take her eyes away from the cross. At the altar she stopped. Rainer joined her.
"Christ is on vacation," he said, smiling at her from." He flew for two weeks to Gran Canaria, because it too cold and dark around this place."
Outside it was quite dark for a summer day. It was cloudy. Rainer as a photographer liked this light. Then he could take good nude shots. The soft light was perfect for nude photos. But inside the chapel it was pretty dark.
Saskia stood before the cross: "Here the body of Christ was screwed on." She touched a hole in the upright cross post, just above the downwardly inclined footrest. Then she pointed to the horizontal bar. Right and left there were holes in the wood. They went through completely. The body of Christ had been screwed with long bolts on the cross.
But now he was no longer there.
She discovered a footstool under the altar and put it in front of the cross. She got up, turned her back to the cross and stretched her arms out.
"I am the holiday replacement!" She exclaimed, laughing.
Rainer was fascinated: "Yeah Sassi! That's a great idea! We do that! I take pictures of you as a female Christ. "
Suddenly Saskia's heart started to pump hard. She thought she had misheard. But then she saw how Rainer opened his backpack and pulled out ropes. He put his camera aside and came up with the ropes to her, "Take off your clothes, Sassi! You will go on the cross. "
Saskia heart stopped. What did he say?
"I want to shot you as a young, female Christ," Rainer said. "Go on! Get off your clothes! "
Commands. Beautiful. Saskia obeyed willingly.
He will tie me to the cross! He will crucify me! I will be crucified!
Her heart was beating wildly.
Crucifixion. How many times had she dreamed about that. How often had she imagined to be tied to a cross.
It all started early. With seven years she had seen Jesus on the cross in the church. It was not a suffering Christ, his face contorted with pain, but a figure that looked with open eyes up at the sky. Saskia stared at the crucifix and she felt the growing desire to be nailed to a cross.
From then on, she had gone everywhere in churches when they were open and had looked at the crucifix behind the altar. At home, she had little stories dreamed, in which she was crucified.
Soon she found out that one could be not only nailed. One could be tied up with ropes to the cross. To be crucified went to be her greatest and also most secret desire.
Saskia undressed. She was trembling with excitement. Her greatest wish would be fulfilled. She looked at Rainer. He had no idea what a feeling storm raged within her. For Rainer the cross was nothing than another opportunity to get good pictures from her. Saskias naked body in erotic way.
Finally, she stood naked in front of Rainer and looked up at him. Still, her heart beated hard. She had to swallow, so excited she was.
"I-I-I'm ready," she said. Her voice almost failed.
"Well then up onto the little stool!" ordered Rainer. He had a rope in his hand.
Saskia obeyed. She climbed onto the stool, turned her back to the cross and spreaded out her arms. Humble she waited to be bound by Rainer.
