The Passion Play

[william23]

The Passion Play

The Holy Order of The Blessed Virgin was a convent for lost cause girls and nestled in the Black Hills. For some this was the only way to get a roof over their head and three solid meals a day. The convent was run by Sister Martha and a handful of holy sisters who helped her set up the convent some fifteen years ago. Very few people knew of the whereabouts of the convent but those who did stayed well clear as it had one hell of a reputation. Once a year, however, they would put on their annual Passion Play for the towns folk and hundreds would attend and marvel at the realism of the event.

Sister Martha stood proud on her platform to address the assembled nuns.

"Sister's," she began, "it is nearly time for the Passion Play to be held in the field. I am sure this year will be one of the best. As you know we will draw lots to see who plays the parts, unless there are any volunteers?" She smirked as a murmur went around the room.

"No one wants to volunteer? well, lots it is then!"

Her helpers quickly went around the assembly and each nun, with trembling fingers, removed a scrap of paper. Slowly they each unfurled the slips and glanced into their hands. If they were lucky they would see the word "crowd", which meant they would only participate by shouting and jeering. They may get "soldier" or crucifier or even Pilate himself. However, for three of them they would hang on crosses with nails hammered into their hands and feet, they would be Jesus, Dismas and Gestas.

The murmuring got louder and then the shrieks and sobs from the three unfortunates began to ring out.

"Come now girls, this is a great honour that you have been chosen. You will be fed and watered far better than the rest and you will sleep on soft beds for your final days. Sisters! take them down to their cells and look after them well."

To be continued................................................................

 

[william23]

The first day

The three girls, destined to play Jesus, Gestas and Dismas, were taken to their spacious cells and made comfortable. There was fresh fruit and cooked meat, bread, and even a full flagon of wine. No expense was spared for their final days and every effort was made to ensure they would rest well before their first rehearsal.

Sister Martha always liked to visit the three, selected for the play, to comfort them and to explain what was to happen and how. She approached Rebecca's cell and turned the large iron key in the lock. Rebecca was sitting on her bed with her hands holding her head and rocking back and forth. Every now and again there would be a soft whimper from her quivering lips.
Sister Martha put her old hand on the girls shoulder and shook her gently.

"Rebbeca," there was a short pause, "Rebecca my love, look at me, look at me."

Rebbeca slowly dropped her hands and with swollen red eyes looked up at Sister Martha.

"That's good, much better," Sister Martha spoke calmly.

Rebbeca was only twenty when she was found begging on the streets and taken to the convent. No one knew she was missing, she had no immediate family. Sister Martha stroked the hair from her face and rubbed her hand over her tear streaked cheeks.

"I, I, I don't want to die, I don't want to die," she groaned.

"Now, now my dear, this is a great honour that you have been chosen for such a vital role."

Rebbeca was to be Dismas, the thief, and she would be the first to feel the agony of the spikes.

"The first rehearsal is in the morning and you will be the called for at about 10:00am so please be dressed and ready."

Sister Martha opened a sack and took out two sandals and a piece of coarse cloth and some cord.

"Put these on your feet in the morning, my dear, the path is full of sharp stones, we don't want you to fall before you reach the site. Tie the chord around your waist and tuck the cloth thru the top, between your legs and tuck it thru the chord at the back. Make sure it is firmly in place, don't want it falling off on the way. By the way, on the day of the play we will also give you a rubber cock, which we will fit in place before the loin cloth is worn. You will hang naked, as you know, and so we need you to look the part. You will wear a mans mask and we will give you fake whip marks made from the blood of a dead chicken. You will not be able to speak as your mouth will be taped up underneath your mask. Now eat well and rest, I will now speak with the other two and I will see you for the rehearsal, sleep well."

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[william23]

Sister Martha left the weeping girl and addressed the other two in a similar fashion. Soon the corridor was filled with the cries of the three girls as Sister Martha made her way back up the stone stairs to her own cell.

The sun rose early the next day and the sharp beads of light lit up the girls cells. No sooner had the large convent bell struck ten when the heavy doors of the cells were unlocked. Sister Martha strode into the first cell which held Rebbeca and smiled at the sight that befell her. Rebbeca was naked, save a pair of leather sandals on her tender feet and a rough loin cloth tied between her legs.

"Good, good, that is very good," nodded Sister Martha.
"Come forward my child, come, come," and she beckoned with her hand.

Rebbeca stepped slowly out of her cell and followed the Sister out into the courtyard. The other two girls, Claire and Rose were already there and clad in the same rags and wore the same sandals on their feet.
Sister Martha clapped her boney hands together and six sisters came out and bore the three crossbeams that the girls would carry on their shoulders. The wood was dropped to the ground with a muffled "thud." The three girls were ushered to pick up their beams and place them on their shoulders. The girls tried various ways to bare their burdens but all three selected looping their arms over the beams and slightly stooping forward. Two Sisters moved forward and roped their arms into place.

"Nice girls, nice, now let us walk at a reasonable pace and try not to stumble as we don't want any accidents."

The girls were prodded forward and the procession made its way along the stoney path to where the crucifixions would take place.

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[william23]

Like Sister Martha had said, the road was strewn with sharp rocks, some say, placed so as to cause pain on the bare feet. Today, the girls were wearing sandals but on their special day they would not. It took a good fifteen minutes to reach the site, a bare dusty area with three rough looking stakes protruding from the ground. The three girls got their first glimpse of the dried blood stained wood and shuddered at the thought of the nails.

Several other girls were already dressed in their soldier gear, some were brandishing prop whips, although these would be replaced with the real thing on the day. The girls were ushered in front of a stake each and told to sit against the uprights.

"Ok girls," commenced Sister Martha, "this will be the final part of the passion play. At this point your loin cloth's will be removed and your arms will be more firmly attached to the beams. Today you will retain your cloth's but your arms will be bound, commence!"

The sisters quickly re-tied the arms, not too tight as they still needed to have some movement. When this was completed they pretended to hammer the nails into the limbs.

"Ok girls, at this point you will be thrashing around in pain, so show me what you can do."

The three girls started to raise their hips and kick with their feet whilst the other sisters tried to restrain them. Sister Martha smiled and thought that this would be the best performance yet.

"Ok, ok, that is enough, you will now be lifted onto your feet in preparation for the raising," and she raised a hand for it to begin. The three beams, and their burden, were seized and pulled violently upright.

"Careful girls, remember, on the day they will be fixed with nails and we don't want them to pull free, so gently is the word."

Soon all three were standing with their backs to the stakes and panting in anxiety. Six forked poles were brought forward and placed under the ends of the beams. Sister Martha gave the order to lift and the three girls started their journey to the top of the uprights. Another girl was assigned to hold the feet and legs and to help guide them to the top. All three beams slotted and dropped nicely into the prepared slots at the top. The girls groaned as their arms pulled against the ropes, their feet scrambling to get a purchase on the wood.

"Good, good, this looks like the best crucifixion yet," and Sister Martha licked her lips in anticipation. Meanwhile, the final roping of the feet to the sides was completed and now the practice crucifixion was complete. Sister Martha applauded and had the girls taken down and returned to their cells. The next day they would hang for real and in front of a large crowd who would also be involved in The Passion Play.

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[william23]

The Passion Day Arrives

The cock crowed to signify the start of the day. The three girls were still asleep in their cells, as they had been given a strong potion to help them sleep and to be more alert in the morning. Sister Martha was collecting the props to be used, the face masks, chicken blood, three rubber cocks and, very important, twelve sharp spikes. She inspected the masks for any rips in the material, but they were good. The chicken blood was good and thick and would make the whip marks look more authentic even though real whips would be used during the performance.

Sister Martha removed the rubber cocks and stroked each one in turn. This was a new innovation that she herself had devised and was pleased with the result. The cocks would be fixed low on their groins and fixed in place with flesh coloured cord. Attached to the base of the cock, behind the scrotum, ran a small tube which was attached to a rubber ball the size of a small fist. The ball was to be inserted in the unfortunate girls vagina, grease would be used, and taped in place. Once on the cross the girl would orgasm and work the muscles in her cunt, which would rise the cock like an erection.

The other girls assembled in the yard, fully dressed in their costumes, ready for the performance. Sister Martha entered the cell, of the first girl to play Dismas, and saw two other girls preparing her for her role. Rebecca stood naked as the other two began applying the chicken blood to her back and chest. All three girls were relatively flat chested and so the effect of making them look like men was easily achieved. The rubber cock was then secured around her waist and the greased ball pushed firmly into her small vagina and taped in place. Her mouth was then gagged and the face mask placed over her head and then the loin cloth was tied in place. The transformation was now complete and the same was carried out to the other two. The girl playing Jesus had the added pain of a crown of thorns being pushed hard into her scalp.

Meanwhile, at the crucifixion site, the area had been roped off and rows of seats were now being set up. The crowds were beginning to arrive and there was a high expectation of another exceptional play. Some of the crowd were moving down along the path that the girls would finally take. They would jeer and prod the unfortunate girls to their ultimate end, the show was about to start.

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[william23]

The Play begins

In the courtyard the crossbeams, that each girl would carry, were brough out and placed at the bare feet of the girls. All three were panting, as the masks they wore made breathing slightly difficult but taking small shallow breath's was the answer. One by one the beams were lifted onto the soft white shoulders and roped in place with the coarse rope. In the distance the booming voice, of Pilate, could be heard proclaiming the imminent commencement of the crucifixion of the Nazarene Christ.

Sister Martha spoke, in a commanding voice, to the three girls and their escort.

"Right let's go, keep the pace nice and steady," she pointed to the escort, "keeps those whips busy but don't let them fall too often."

A quick prod in their backs and the procession moved off toward the crowd. Rebbeca, Claire and Rose shuffled along the rock strewn ground, without their sandals they had to pick their way carefuly. Now and again a sharp rock would dig into the tender soles of their feet and now and again they would lurch forward, almost falling. The whips fell heavily over their backs and soon their own blood was mixing with the chicken blood that had been smeared over them. Each step made the rubber cocks sway and sent, not unpleasant, feelings into their throbbing vagina's.

Soon the first of the crowds were reached along with some of the other sisters from the convent.

"Hail King of the Jews," they cried, "hail the King!"

"Hey Dismas," screamed one of the sisters, "soon have those nails driven into you, you bastard!"

The others laughed and soon joined in with the taunting and yelling. Under their masks the girls were sobbing but the crowds were unaware of their plight. The beams were starting to feel really heavy on their sore shoulders but the parade continued until, soon, the dusty clearing was in sight. Rebbeca stopped in her tracks and fell to her knees grazing them on the sharp stones. Two girls hauled her to her feet and dragged her to one of the two end uprights. Rose, who was playing Jesus, made her way, as instructed, to the centre upright. All three girls were now in place and one of the other sisters paced forward towards the baying crowd.

"These men have been found guilty of crimes against Rome. Gestas, Dismas, you are both convicted of theft and are hearby sentenced to be crucified. You will be nailed to your crosses by your hands and feet until the sun goes down."

The sister turned and faced Jesus.

"Remove his loin cloth," with that it was torn away from the waist. The lifelike rubber cock was flopping about but as the girl became stimulated it slowly began to rise, much to the excitement of the crowd.

"Place them on their crosses, Crucify them!" The command was given.

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[messaline]

It's promising ! You always have a good imagination william and I support your stories ...

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[william23]

It's promising ! You always have a good imagination william and I support your stories ...

PS : I have to PM you soon for a proposition ...

I await with interest!

 

[william23]

Crucifixion!

The groups of sisters decended on the three girls, all three struggled, as they did in rehearsal, but today it was for real. Over the loudspeakers came the shouts of men begging for mercy, these had already been pre-recorded for the effect. The other two remaining girls had their loin cloth's removed and thrown to one side. Rebbeca's cock had risen quite a bit and one of the girls, as a soldier, pretended to stroke it. No one could see her real face, but underneath the mask it was a sight of ecstacy as her body began to shake to orgasm.

The two playing Gestas and Dismas had their arms repositioned and roped in place ready to receive the inevitable spikes. One girl sat on her wriggling legs and pushed down on her feet into the dusty ground. Likewise was happening to the other as the cruel spikes were dropped at each quivering had. The points of the spikes were held in place at the correct spot on each wrist, four hammers were simultaniously raised. Sister Martha, in her centurion uniform, raised her had, paused. then brought it down quickly. All four hammers fell at the same time, striking the large heads of the spikes in unison.

"CLAAAANG!" the first blows rang out and over the speakers loud male shrieks emitted.

The two girls, on the legs, held tightly to stop the victims thrashing around and making the task harder. Both girls were violently moving their heads from side to side in the most intense agony. Several more blows rained down as the cold iron penetrated the nubile flesh. The watching crowds and joined in and cheered each decisive blow. Soon both girls were secured to their beams and the poles, for lifting, were requested. Both girls were seized under the arms and raised onto their torn feet with their backs to the upright. The forked poles were placed at the ends of the beams and in one quick movement both beam and burden were pushed high into the air. A girl on a ladder, behind the uprights, guided the beam over the peg and helped lower it into position. Both girls grunted beneath their gags and shook uncontrollably as the beams came to rest.

Sister Martha smiled at the sight in front of her, the reaction, from both girls, was as expected. Both girls swung gently in the morning breeze, now and again their toes would twitch and they would attempt to gain purchase on the upright, but to no avail.

Then all the girls turned their attention to the main event, the crucifixion of Jesus. Claire was the girl to play Jesus and under her mask she was weeping in anticipation. Standing naked in front of the large assembly was bad enough but now the realisation of her impending crucifixion had really hit home. She was roughly thrown to the ground and all waited to see if she would do what she had been told in rehearsal. Claire crawled over the dusty, rocky ground towards her beam. She looked up at the other two and saw the large black spikes protruding from their bloodied wrists. She looked back down at the ground and then to her beam and slowly crawled to it until she was able to place a hand on the rough timber. She flopped down and rolled over onto her lacerated back, her rubber cock standing proud in the air. She sighed, under her mask, and stretched out both her arms. Two girls grabbed them and turned her palms face up in preparation. Under her mask her eyes bulged as she saw the approaching spikes, there was no rope! She felt the prick of the spikes on her wrists and then the unbelievable pain shooting up her arms as she was nailed down. Her feet kicked high in the air but were quickly grabbed and immobilised to the ground. After several excrutiating seconds she was firmly fixed.

"Lift the Nazarene onto her, uhm his throne!"

Some of the girls giggled at her mistake but the crowd was too engrossed in what was unfolding before them to even notice the error. All three were hanging silently from their crosses, the next part, nailing the feet, would soon commence.

To be continued..................................................

 

[william23]

Feet Next!

The crowd clapped at the start of the performance, eager for more, they awaited the commencement of the nailing of the feet.

"What female looking feet they all have," commented someone from the crowd.

"Aye," responded another, "but soon they will be no use to them, look, here come the next batch of nails."

Much longer, ten inch nails, were shown to the crowds, there was only one nail per cross, the feet were to be fixed with only one nail. All three girls began to shake violently on their crosses, kicking out at anyone who approached them.

"Bring rope!" commanded Sister Martha, "bind the ankles to the side, we don't want anyone getting kicked when we drive in the spike."

Once again the crowd applauded as a couple of the girls brought three lengths of rope and dropped them at the foot of each cross. Then the tying began as each girl had her tender feet lashed together and to one side of the cross. The girl playing Jesus was different as they placed her feet together at the front of the upright and tied them in place. All three were now able to take some of the strain off their nailed wrists by pushing down on their bound feet.

A girl approached Rebbeca and held the vicious spike against her heel and pushed. Rebbeca shook her head as the first trickle of bood ran down the curvature of her feet. Then the first blow, which shook the cross, was followed by a gutoral scream over the speakers. Thud after thud and the iron made its way into the tender flesh of both feet and into the hard wood below. Soon both feet were securely pinned to the upright and the rope was removed. Rose, at the other end was also have her feet fixed in place, both heels were nailed together and the rope was removed.

Claire, who was playing Jesus, had her feet held tightly, together, at the front and the nail was driven between the bones of her twitching toes. She bucked and rose up on the spike to suck in air. The other two were doing the same and were all engrossed in the same game, pain in the wrists or feet in order to breathe, some choice!

The crowd was well entertained by the gyrating bodies in their gaze. The loudspeakers were full of male cries and screams and the effect was complete.

"If you are the Christ come down from your cross and save yourself and us!"

"Do you not fear God, this man has done no wrong, he does not deserve to die like this. We are being punished for our crimes and this is a just punishment."

The crowds, once again applauded and sat back to watch the men (girls) die in horrible agony. Crucifixion was a long and drawn out death and could go on for days, however, the passion story lasted for just over three hours. The play was only due to last one hour and so both Rebbeca and Rose were dispatched with blows to their slender legs. Claire, as Jesus, received a single thrust, from a spear, under her ribcage. Her body was lowered from the cross and carried off, Rebbeca and Rose were just cut down and fell in a crumpled heap below their crosses.

The crowds left and proceedes from the event went directly into the convents coffers and indeed Sister Martha's lifestyle.
Six months later Sister Martha suddenly died from pneumonia and The Passion Play was never performed again.

The End.

 

[Horseman68]

William23. Very well written story. One small point. With the three girls having their feet nailed both together to the stipes with a single spike, the lovely and meticulous Sister Martha would only have to collect nine vice twelve spikes that morning. However, always safe to have spares.