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(Dorothy found this in her archives and asked me to help split it up and post it.)
The Crux Club
by jessica Gentry
Everyone who knew them agreed that Ken and Lori were the perfect couple. They were
high school sweethearts, attended the same college, and were married shortly after they
graduated. Ken was extremely handsome, Lori was drop dead gorgeous and they were so
deeply in love.
They began experimenting with bondage soon after getting married and found that they
agreed on this as they agreed on just about everything. Ken found that he enjoyed
playing the dominant role and Lori found that she loved being the submissive. She found
that she could really let herself go while she was bound and also found that her orgasms
were much more intense in bondage. Their needs seemed to complement each other
perfectly and they found that they were getting deeper into the BDSM scene with each
passing day.
One day Ken was surfing the net and found a bondage club that seemed very appealing
and discussed it with Lori who was willing to give it a try. And try it they did. They
rationalized that bondage games and sex with other couples would not hurt their love for
each other and they found that they were right. Lori loved being bound, whipped and
tortured in many different ways in front of other couples and enjoyed being fucked by the
other group members. Ken not only enjoyed whipping and fucking the other women, but
thoroughly enjoyed seeing his wife dominated and fucked by others. Their love still was
only for each other. Everything else was simply sex, nothing more; but GOOD sex.
After they were club members for several months and became one of the most popular
couples in the group, they were invited by one of the other members to join another club
with a much more narrow point of view - a crucifixion club. After some discussion, they
decided to attend one of the meetings as guests and were fascinated by what they found
there. The entire club was devoted only to crucifixion exactly as it was explained to
them. During the first meeting they attended, one of the women members was whipped
and crucified for about three hours. They attended two more meetings as guests, and at
each a different woman was whipped, used sexually by the members and finally
crucified. As guests, they could not participate in anything that was going on, but could
merely observe. They became intrigued beyond belief and soon asked if they could join
the club themselves. They wanted to get in on the action and joining was the only way to
do so.
It was brought to all of the members for a vote and they were approved for membership
with the standard new member proviso. Lori would be the next woman to be crucified.
She had of course been subjected to discipline and punishment many times previously,
but there was something about this that not only scared her, but excited her as nothing
had before. Her crucifixion was scheduled for the following Saturday, and would be a
formal one, not just the shorter evening crucifixions that they had witnessed. It was
explained to them she could back out at any time prior to the crucifixion itself,
but once itstarted only Ken could call a halt before the members agreed for it to end. If he did,
however, they would not become full members and would be banished from the group.
When the day finally arrived, Lori was extremely scared, but excited more than she ever
had been in any previous bondage scenario. At the appointed time they came to the club
and the festivities started. Lori was unceremoniously stripped naked and hung to receive
her flogging. She was given her 39 strokes and they were very severe indeed. It was at
this point that the true reality of her situation struck home. This was for real, and she
could not stop it. Only her husband could, if he chose to. At the conclusion of her
flogging she was made to carry the cross to the site of the crucifixion and on the way
received several more strokes of the whip to hurry her progress.
When at last she arrived at the site of the crucifixion, she was bound to her cross at wrists
and ankles, and the cross was hoisted and dropped into the hole roughly. Just the
dropping of the cross caused pain in her bound naked body, and she was just at the start
of her torment. It didn't take her long before she realized that this would be like no other
torture that she had ever received. Lori's first crucifixion had begun, and it was an
experience in pain that she would never forget.
During her journey into bondage, Lori had experienced many different types of pain and
humiliation, but everything about her crucifixion was so much worse. The horrible pain
in her arms and shoulders, her chest and abdomen. The inability to breathe and learning
how to do the dance so that she was able to breathe. The obscene display of her naked
body dancing for all of the group’s members. It was not long before she began to plead
in earnest to be released. But that was not to be.
As the day progressed, members of the club came to play with her nudity. Breasts were
slapped, nipples horribly pinched, and fingers inserted into her. It was not long before
she was past caring. She had resigned herself to the fact that she was helpless and would
be tortured as the group wished her to be. Sometime in the afternoon she lost control of
her bladder and she peed herself. She no longer cared. Increasingly, she was able to
dance less and less and she just hung limply most of the time. Her breaths came in short
frequent gasps which was all she could manage. She fainted several times and was
revived with icy water.
At the end of the day she gave up all hope, and decided to no longer fight what she
thought the inevitable would be. She fainted for the last time, and could not be revived
on her cross. Her crucifixion had ended.
She was taken from her cross and revived lying on the floor. Her body screamed in
agony from head to toe, but she had passed her test. They were now full fledged
members of the club.
After Lori's crucifixion, she and Ken became very active members in the club,
participating in the crucifixions of many other women. The sex swapping was great, the
torturing was fantastic and Lori got off on being tortured also. They were members ofthe
club for over a year, and Lori had been crucified twice more when things really got
interesting. All of the members were very much into BDSM in general and crucifixion in
particular, and they were always looking for more.
No one remembered who got the idea first or how the idea caught on, but the members
were now discussing whether they could pull off a real crucifixion. The more it was
discussed, the surer the members were that it could be pulled off. One of the members
had some farmland in a remote section of upstate New York. A crucifixion could be
carried out with no one the wiser. But where would they get the victim? There were
over one hundred couples in the club, and the idea was tossed out about the victim being
one of their own, drawn by lot. Some of the group members thought the idea was crazy
and not only refused to get involved, but wanted nothing to do with this idea at all. But
amazingly, most of the couples started to go along with the idea.
Finally when all was said and done there were eighty couples willing to participate. The
rules were simple. There would be 70 white marbles and 10 black marbles put in a drum.
One marble would be drawn for each couple. As each of the black balls was drawn, both
the man and woman would be tightly and helplessly bound until there were ten such
couples. The second drawing of the balls would then commence as marbles were drawn
for each couple, if a white marble were drawn the couple would be released until at some
point the black marble was drawn. When that occurred, the man would be place in a steel
cage which had been constructed, and the woman would be taken and crucified to death.
Ample opportunity was given for all of the couples to back out, but on the day of
reckoning amazingly everyone showed up, 80 couples in all. Each couple no doubt
thinking that it could not lose with odds of 80 to one. Of course, one couple would be
wrong, dead wrong.
Ken and Lori of course had discussed this at great length. Although they were somewhat
scared, they too thought it just about impossible to lose and they were greatly excited by
the whole idea. One of the women would actually be crucified to death! How many
people in modern times had witnessed such a spectacle? Surely very few. They were
ready to embark on the greatest adventure of their lives. Their love would be so much
stronger when all was concluded, and they knew that they would be changed forever.
They could not wait for things to begin.
When the day finally arrived, a young woman who was not one of the 80 couples was
used to draw the marbles. She was the only woman allowed there that day who was not
at risk of losing. Her name was Jennifer, and was the youngest woman in the group and
many also felt that she was the most beautiful. She was one of the very few single
women in the group. Single women were allowed in the group, but no single men were.
Jennifer had been crucified several times, and her beauty on the cross was unsurpassed.
That is why she was chosen, and all of the men wished that she too were participating.The
marbles were placed in a metal pot. Additionally, Jennifer was blindfolded. No one
would see the color of the marble chosen until she held it up for all to see. The couples
were each assigned numbers from one to 80 and the drawing of the marbles then began.
Ken and Lori were assigned number 53 and awaited their turn just as every one else did.
The drawing of the marbles commenced, and a black marble was not drawn until couple
number twelve. Immediately both husband and wife were bound tightly and the drawing
continued. By the time the fiftieth couple's marble was drawn, there were already eight
losers. Thirty couples to go and only two more would lose. Very good odds.
The drawing of the marbles continued. Fifty-one, white; Fifty-two, white; Fifty-three,
black. Lori gasped. She was immediately grabbed and tied tightly as was her husband.
She started to shake. Her odds of being crucified to death just went from one in eighty to
one in ten. She was really scared now, but there was nothing she could do but pray.
The drawing continued until the last black marble was drawn, and the last couple bound.
There was a break at this point where 70 couples were celebrating and were extremely
happy. Ten couples held no such celebration.
After a pause, the next phase of the drawing began. Nine white marbles and one black.
Ken and Lori were assigned number seven in the drawing order. Without further delay it
began. The first marble was drawn and it was white, Lori gasped. That couple was untied
and to their great relief joined in the festivities. The second marble was then drawn and it
too was white, as was the third, the fourth and the fifth. With the drawing of each
marble, Lori, Ken and the other couples still left were descending further into horror and
despair. As each couple for whom a white marble was drawn was released, the
remaining couples were learning the true meaning of terror. One woman was openly
crying, another was shaking uncontrollably, and still a third was begging for release at the
top of her lungs.
There were now only five couples to go, and one of those five women would be crucified
to death. The realization was certainly hitting home for all of the people left bound
awaiting their fate. Lori thought to herself that certainly it couldn't be her. She had
everything to live for. A wonderful life and a perfect marriage. The drawing continued.
Marble number six was now drawn and it too was white. Two more elated people and
eight terrified people remained. Chances were now one in four. Good odds at the
racetrack, but certainly not here. Lori began to pray now in earnest. It was time to
resume.
The seventh marble was now drawn by a blindfolded Jennifer. Although she could not
see, she knew immediately from the reaction of the crowd which marble had been
picked. Number seven - black. There was instantaneous chaos. The crowd, which had
now become nothing more than a lynch mob was shouting. Lori and Ken tried to escape,
but of course their bonds prevented that. The other six people were untied, and Ken was
taken to the cage, put inside, and the cage was locked with a chain and a heavy
padlock. There was to be no escape. Only when he was locked in the cage were the ropescut
from his body. He was screaming threats and begging all at the same time, but no one
was listening. Lori had collapsed, and lay on the floor still bound and sobbing
uncontrollably. Soon she began to beg, but again no one listened. The time everyone had
waited so long for had finally arrived.
The Crux Club - Part 2
by jessica Gentry
The time everyone had waited so long for had finally arrived. Many of the members,
including Ken and Lori had fantasized about what a real crucifixion was like. Many
times before, as Lori hung on her cross she imagined herself ultimately crucified.
The crowd began their celebrations. Lori stopped crying and she looked around at the
others, people who had been her friends and her sex partners. Not only was she no longer
one of them, but it seemed to her that they considered her no longer to even be a person.
No, they were celebrating what was going to be done to her; she was to be a victim of the
most horrible method of execution ever devised. They would be the ones to watch as she
suffered the realities of a real crucifixion.
As she looked up at the faces of each of the members she had befriended in the club, her
body grew numb and she felt chilled even though it was warm. Once again tears began to
trickle from the corners of her eyes as she looked at her former friends. She observed
their mouths moving as they laughed and talked about what was going to happen, but she
no longer heard what was being said.
With the reality of what was going to happen finally in her mind, Lori thought that
perhaps there was so much celebrating going on that too little attention was being paid to
her. She feared her impending death and realized that this was her only chance. She
rolled her body and tried to get to her knees. Over in his cage Ken's hands were gripping
the bars so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. Lori looked over at him and saw
him screaming something to her. "Run" he shouted, the veins popping out of his neck.
As she tried to stand up, two men grabbed her upper arms and lifted her to her feet,
neither one saying anything to her. Knowing the possibility that once her rope bonds
were undone, Lori might cause trouble by kicking and struggling two more men came
over to grab her feet. The men dragged her over to the two posts that had been prepared
for her whipping. Still other men stood by in case they were needed when her bonds on
her wrists and arms were cut from her.
Almost immediately after her bonds were cut she started swinging her arms, but she was
no match for so many men. Before long new ropes were looped around both of her wrists
and her arms were raised and tied so that she was standing between the posts with her
arms above her and spread far apart. Lori continued to struggle as they came to strip her
clothes from her body. She was spitting and shouting, pleading and kicking at the men
who were preparing her for her whipping. Her clothes were torn roughly from her body
as she struggled with all her might. When they were done, Lori hung between the twosturdy
posts completely naked. He ankles were bound with more of the rope and her legs
spread open. Her head hung forward watching the rapid rise and fall of her breasts, the in
and out of her belly, slowing as she felt herself calming from the chaos that had just
happened. Lori looked for a friendly face, for Ken, anybody to stop this...but all she saw
was curious faces lusting to witness a real crucifixion, her crucifixion.
Lori knew from experience that it was time for her whipping, but this whipping was to be
far worse than any she had ever received in her young life. At one of the meetings held
to plan the crucifixion the bullwhip that was to be used at the crucifixion was passed
around for all to see. Lori had taken her turn hefting this whip and she knew how terrible
an implement of torture it would be. She and Ken had discussed this whip and concluded
that the victim would be horribly tortured when it was used on her and it had excited both
of them greatly. No one in the club had ever been whipped by anything this horrible.
Additionally, it had been decided that the victim's whipping would not stop at 39 strokes.
The victim was to be whipped until her entire body was covered with welts.
Now she was afraid, terribly afraid, she was about to learn firsthand what that whip could
do. The thought of the tips and braids tearing her flesh became too much and Lori began
to struggle again, pulling at the ropes holding her wrists. Lori struggled even harder as
she heard the whoosh of the whip. The whip made a loud crack and Lori's back arched,
her hips and breasts thrust forward. Her arms tightened as her body pulled on the bonds
holding her between the posts. Her mouth opened wide, her head fell back and her eyes
widened as she felt the burning sting of the bullwhip slice across her back. Its stiff
braided leather was drawn across her tearing skin and sending waves of pain like no other
to throb in her brain. The pain from the first lash was incredible.
Her back and ass were flayed as she screamed the screams of the damned. Finally the
whipping stopped. Lori hung limp and gasping for breath. She felt the warmth of her
blood that had soaked the ropes binding her wrists during her struggles. She knew more
of her blood streaked her backside and ran down her legs, dripping on the ground from
the throbbing wounds and welts left by the terrible bullwhip. Lori managed to lift her
head and open her tear-filled eyes. She watched the man take off his shirt and hand it to
the woman at his side. The woman took the shirt and handed him the bloodied bullwhip.
Lori realized her whipping was not over, it would not be over until every part of her body
had been scored by that wicked lash.
The Crux Club
by jessica Gentry
Everyone who knew them agreed that Ken and Lori were the perfect couple. They were
high school sweethearts, attended the same college, and were married shortly after they
graduated. Ken was extremely handsome, Lori was drop dead gorgeous and they were so
deeply in love.
They began experimenting with bondage soon after getting married and found that they
agreed on this as they agreed on just about everything. Ken found that he enjoyed
playing the dominant role and Lori found that she loved being the submissive. She found
that she could really let herself go while she was bound and also found that her orgasms
were much more intense in bondage. Their needs seemed to complement each other
perfectly and they found that they were getting deeper into the BDSM scene with each
passing day.
One day Ken was surfing the net and found a bondage club that seemed very appealing
and discussed it with Lori who was willing to give it a try. And try it they did. They
rationalized that bondage games and sex with other couples would not hurt their love for
each other and they found that they were right. Lori loved being bound, whipped and
tortured in many different ways in front of other couples and enjoyed being fucked by the
other group members. Ken not only enjoyed whipping and fucking the other women, but
thoroughly enjoyed seeing his wife dominated and fucked by others. Their love still was
only for each other. Everything else was simply sex, nothing more; but GOOD sex.
After they were club members for several months and became one of the most popular
couples in the group, they were invited by one of the other members to join another club
with a much more narrow point of view - a crucifixion club. After some discussion, they
decided to attend one of the meetings as guests and were fascinated by what they found
there. The entire club was devoted only to crucifixion exactly as it was explained to
them. During the first meeting they attended, one of the women members was whipped
and crucified for about three hours. They attended two more meetings as guests, and at
each a different woman was whipped, used sexually by the members and finally
crucified. As guests, they could not participate in anything that was going on, but could
merely observe. They became intrigued beyond belief and soon asked if they could join
the club themselves. They wanted to get in on the action and joining was the only way to
do so.
It was brought to all of the members for a vote and they were approved for membership
with the standard new member proviso. Lori would be the next woman to be crucified.
She had of course been subjected to discipline and punishment many times previously,
but there was something about this that not only scared her, but excited her as nothing
had before. Her crucifixion was scheduled for the following Saturday, and would be a
formal one, not just the shorter evening crucifixions that they had witnessed. It was
explained to them she could back out at any time prior to the crucifixion itself,
but once itstarted only Ken could call a halt before the members agreed for it to end. If he did,
however, they would not become full members and would be banished from the group.
When the day finally arrived, Lori was extremely scared, but excited more than she ever
had been in any previous bondage scenario. At the appointed time they came to the club
and the festivities started. Lori was unceremoniously stripped naked and hung to receive
her flogging. She was given her 39 strokes and they were very severe indeed. It was at
this point that the true reality of her situation struck home. This was for real, and she
could not stop it. Only her husband could, if he chose to. At the conclusion of her
flogging she was made to carry the cross to the site of the crucifixion and on the way
received several more strokes of the whip to hurry her progress.
When at last she arrived at the site of the crucifixion, she was bound to her cross at wrists
and ankles, and the cross was hoisted and dropped into the hole roughly. Just the
dropping of the cross caused pain in her bound naked body, and she was just at the start
of her torment. It didn't take her long before she realized that this would be like no other
torture that she had ever received. Lori's first crucifixion had begun, and it was an
experience in pain that she would never forget.
During her journey into bondage, Lori had experienced many different types of pain and
humiliation, but everything about her crucifixion was so much worse. The horrible pain
in her arms and shoulders, her chest and abdomen. The inability to breathe and learning
how to do the dance so that she was able to breathe. The obscene display of her naked
body dancing for all of the group’s members. It was not long before she began to plead
in earnest to be released. But that was not to be.
As the day progressed, members of the club came to play with her nudity. Breasts were
slapped, nipples horribly pinched, and fingers inserted into her. It was not long before
she was past caring. She had resigned herself to the fact that she was helpless and would
be tortured as the group wished her to be. Sometime in the afternoon she lost control of
her bladder and she peed herself. She no longer cared. Increasingly, she was able to
dance less and less and she just hung limply most of the time. Her breaths came in short
frequent gasps which was all she could manage. She fainted several times and was
revived with icy water.
At the end of the day she gave up all hope, and decided to no longer fight what she
thought the inevitable would be. She fainted for the last time, and could not be revived
on her cross. Her crucifixion had ended.
She was taken from her cross and revived lying on the floor. Her body screamed in
agony from head to toe, but she had passed her test. They were now full fledged
members of the club.
After Lori's crucifixion, she and Ken became very active members in the club,
participating in the crucifixions of many other women. The sex swapping was great, the
torturing was fantastic and Lori got off on being tortured also. They were members ofthe
club for over a year, and Lori had been crucified twice more when things really got
interesting. All of the members were very much into BDSM in general and crucifixion in
particular, and they were always looking for more.
No one remembered who got the idea first or how the idea caught on, but the members
were now discussing whether they could pull off a real crucifixion. The more it was
discussed, the surer the members were that it could be pulled off. One of the members
had some farmland in a remote section of upstate New York. A crucifixion could be
carried out with no one the wiser. But where would they get the victim? There were
over one hundred couples in the club, and the idea was tossed out about the victim being
one of their own, drawn by lot. Some of the group members thought the idea was crazy
and not only refused to get involved, but wanted nothing to do with this idea at all. But
amazingly, most of the couples started to go along with the idea.
Finally when all was said and done there were eighty couples willing to participate. The
rules were simple. There would be 70 white marbles and 10 black marbles put in a drum.
One marble would be drawn for each couple. As each of the black balls was drawn, both
the man and woman would be tightly and helplessly bound until there were ten such
couples. The second drawing of the balls would then commence as marbles were drawn
for each couple, if a white marble were drawn the couple would be released until at some
point the black marble was drawn. When that occurred, the man would be place in a steel
cage which had been constructed, and the woman would be taken and crucified to death.
Ample opportunity was given for all of the couples to back out, but on the day of
reckoning amazingly everyone showed up, 80 couples in all. Each couple no doubt
thinking that it could not lose with odds of 80 to one. Of course, one couple would be
wrong, dead wrong.
Ken and Lori of course had discussed this at great length. Although they were somewhat
scared, they too thought it just about impossible to lose and they were greatly excited by
the whole idea. One of the women would actually be crucified to death! How many
people in modern times had witnessed such a spectacle? Surely very few. They were
ready to embark on the greatest adventure of their lives. Their love would be so much
stronger when all was concluded, and they knew that they would be changed forever.
They could not wait for things to begin.
When the day finally arrived, a young woman who was not one of the 80 couples was
used to draw the marbles. She was the only woman allowed there that day who was not
at risk of losing. Her name was Jennifer, and was the youngest woman in the group and
many also felt that she was the most beautiful. She was one of the very few single
women in the group. Single women were allowed in the group, but no single men were.
Jennifer had been crucified several times, and her beauty on the cross was unsurpassed.
That is why she was chosen, and all of the men wished that she too were participating.The
marbles were placed in a metal pot. Additionally, Jennifer was blindfolded. No one
would see the color of the marble chosen until she held it up for all to see. The couples
were each assigned numbers from one to 80 and the drawing of the marbles then began.
Ken and Lori were assigned number 53 and awaited their turn just as every one else did.
The drawing of the marbles commenced, and a black marble was not drawn until couple
number twelve. Immediately both husband and wife were bound tightly and the drawing
continued. By the time the fiftieth couple's marble was drawn, there were already eight
losers. Thirty couples to go and only two more would lose. Very good odds.
The drawing of the marbles continued. Fifty-one, white; Fifty-two, white; Fifty-three,
black. Lori gasped. She was immediately grabbed and tied tightly as was her husband.
She started to shake. Her odds of being crucified to death just went from one in eighty to
one in ten. She was really scared now, but there was nothing she could do but pray.
The drawing continued until the last black marble was drawn, and the last couple bound.
There was a break at this point where 70 couples were celebrating and were extremely
happy. Ten couples held no such celebration.
After a pause, the next phase of the drawing began. Nine white marbles and one black.
Ken and Lori were assigned number seven in the drawing order. Without further delay it
began. The first marble was drawn and it was white, Lori gasped. That couple was untied
and to their great relief joined in the festivities. The second marble was then drawn and it
too was white, as was the third, the fourth and the fifth. With the drawing of each
marble, Lori, Ken and the other couples still left were descending further into horror and
despair. As each couple for whom a white marble was drawn was released, the
remaining couples were learning the true meaning of terror. One woman was openly
crying, another was shaking uncontrollably, and still a third was begging for release at the
top of her lungs.
There were now only five couples to go, and one of those five women would be crucified
to death. The realization was certainly hitting home for all of the people left bound
awaiting their fate. Lori thought to herself that certainly it couldn't be her. She had
everything to live for. A wonderful life and a perfect marriage. The drawing continued.
Marble number six was now drawn and it too was white. Two more elated people and
eight terrified people remained. Chances were now one in four. Good odds at the
racetrack, but certainly not here. Lori began to pray now in earnest. It was time to
resume.
The seventh marble was now drawn by a blindfolded Jennifer. Although she could not
see, she knew immediately from the reaction of the crowd which marble had been
picked. Number seven - black. There was instantaneous chaos. The crowd, which had
now become nothing more than a lynch mob was shouting. Lori and Ken tried to escape,
but of course their bonds prevented that. The other six people were untied, and Ken was
taken to the cage, put inside, and the cage was locked with a chain and a heavy
padlock. There was to be no escape. Only when he was locked in the cage were the ropescut
from his body. He was screaming threats and begging all at the same time, but no one
was listening. Lori had collapsed, and lay on the floor still bound and sobbing
uncontrollably. Soon she began to beg, but again no one listened. The time everyone had
waited so long for had finally arrived.
The Crux Club - Part 2
by jessica Gentry
The time everyone had waited so long for had finally arrived. Many of the members,
including Ken and Lori had fantasized about what a real crucifixion was like. Many
times before, as Lori hung on her cross she imagined herself ultimately crucified.
The crowd began their celebrations. Lori stopped crying and she looked around at the
others, people who had been her friends and her sex partners. Not only was she no longer
one of them, but it seemed to her that they considered her no longer to even be a person.
No, they were celebrating what was going to be done to her; she was to be a victim of the
most horrible method of execution ever devised. They would be the ones to watch as she
suffered the realities of a real crucifixion.
As she looked up at the faces of each of the members she had befriended in the club, her
body grew numb and she felt chilled even though it was warm. Once again tears began to
trickle from the corners of her eyes as she looked at her former friends. She observed
their mouths moving as they laughed and talked about what was going to happen, but she
no longer heard what was being said.
With the reality of what was going to happen finally in her mind, Lori thought that
perhaps there was so much celebrating going on that too little attention was being paid to
her. She feared her impending death and realized that this was her only chance. She
rolled her body and tried to get to her knees. Over in his cage Ken's hands were gripping
the bars so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. Lori looked over at him and saw
him screaming something to her. "Run" he shouted, the veins popping out of his neck.
As she tried to stand up, two men grabbed her upper arms and lifted her to her feet,
neither one saying anything to her. Knowing the possibility that once her rope bonds
were undone, Lori might cause trouble by kicking and struggling two more men came
over to grab her feet. The men dragged her over to the two posts that had been prepared
for her whipping. Still other men stood by in case they were needed when her bonds on
her wrists and arms were cut from her.
Almost immediately after her bonds were cut she started swinging her arms, but she was
no match for so many men. Before long new ropes were looped around both of her wrists
and her arms were raised and tied so that she was standing between the posts with her
arms above her and spread far apart. Lori continued to struggle as they came to strip her
clothes from her body. She was spitting and shouting, pleading and kicking at the men
who were preparing her for her whipping. Her clothes were torn roughly from her body
as she struggled with all her might. When they were done, Lori hung between the twosturdy
posts completely naked. He ankles were bound with more of the rope and her legs
spread open. Her head hung forward watching the rapid rise and fall of her breasts, the in
and out of her belly, slowing as she felt herself calming from the chaos that had just
happened. Lori looked for a friendly face, for Ken, anybody to stop this...but all she saw
was curious faces lusting to witness a real crucifixion, her crucifixion.
Lori knew from experience that it was time for her whipping, but this whipping was to be
far worse than any she had ever received in her young life. At one of the meetings held
to plan the crucifixion the bullwhip that was to be used at the crucifixion was passed
around for all to see. Lori had taken her turn hefting this whip and she knew how terrible
an implement of torture it would be. She and Ken had discussed this whip and concluded
that the victim would be horribly tortured when it was used on her and it had excited both
of them greatly. No one in the club had ever been whipped by anything this horrible.
Additionally, it had been decided that the victim's whipping would not stop at 39 strokes.
The victim was to be whipped until her entire body was covered with welts.
Now she was afraid, terribly afraid, she was about to learn firsthand what that whip could
do. The thought of the tips and braids tearing her flesh became too much and Lori began
to struggle again, pulling at the ropes holding her wrists. Lori struggled even harder as
she heard the whoosh of the whip. The whip made a loud crack and Lori's back arched,
her hips and breasts thrust forward. Her arms tightened as her body pulled on the bonds
holding her between the posts. Her mouth opened wide, her head fell back and her eyes
widened as she felt the burning sting of the bullwhip slice across her back. Its stiff
braided leather was drawn across her tearing skin and sending waves of pain like no other
to throb in her brain. The pain from the first lash was incredible.
Her back and ass were flayed as she screamed the screams of the damned. Finally the
whipping stopped. Lori hung limp and gasping for breath. She felt the warmth of her
blood that had soaked the ropes binding her wrists during her struggles. She knew more
of her blood streaked her backside and ran down her legs, dripping on the ground from
the throbbing wounds and welts left by the terrible bullwhip. Lori managed to lift her
head and open her tear-filled eyes. She watched the man take off his shirt and hand it to
the woman at his side. The woman took the shirt and handed him the bloodied bullwhip.
Lori realized her whipping was not over, it would not be over until every part of her body
had been scored by that wicked lash.
