Two nameless girls on the cross

Barbaria1 · Dec 24, 2023

Well …. That’s Entertainment!

Zephirantes · Dec 25, 2023

The two girls, suspended on their crosses, felt the sharp sting of the whip as it lashed against their exposed flesh. Each strike sent waves of pain coursing through their bodies, amplified by the relentless pressure of the wooden sediles against their most sensitive areas.

"Ah! It's like... like burning needles!" cried the first girl, as the whip cracked against her belly, the pain radiating outwards.

"And every movement... it just... scrapes me more against this... this cursed wood!" the second girl sobbed, her voice choked with pain.

The crowd, drawn into the spectacle, watched with rapt attention, their cheers and exclamations a stark contrast to the girls' cries.

"Come on, girls, arch those backs! Show us what you've got!" an executioner called out, his voice cheerful amidst the grim scene.

"Arch... our backs? Are you... are you mad?" the first girl gasped, her voice trembling. "It's... it's impossible!"

With each lash, their bodies involuntarily convulsed, pressing their pussies against the sharp edge of the sediles, each movement bringing a fresh wave of agony.

"I can't... I can't do it... it's too much!" the second girl cried, her tears flowing freely.

The executioners, undeterred, continued their task, their whips finding new targets on the girls' bodies – their nipples, their bellies, their thighs.

"Every hit... it's like a thousand shards of glass!" the first girl shrieked, her body writhing in a futile attempt to evade the whip.

"Please... please stop... it's unbearable!" the second girl pleaded, her voice barely a whisper over the crowd's clamor.

But their pleas fell on deaf ears as the crowd cheered the executioners on, delighting in the display of suffering.

"Show us some spirit, girls! Let's make this a death to remember!" another executioner chimed in, his grin wide as he brought the whip down once more.

The girls, realizing the futility of their situation, tried to steel themselves against the pain, but each lash seemed to cut deeper, each scrape against the sedile more torturous than the last.

"I... I can't escape it... the pain... it's everywhere!" the first girl gasped, her body shaking with each strike.

"The whip... the wood... it's like they're tearing me apart!" the second girl cried out, her voice a mix of agony and despair.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the scene, the girls' suffering continued unabated, their bodies marked by the whip, their spirits crushed under the weight of their impending doom.

"We're... we're just playthings to them... nothing more," the first girl sobbed, her voice barely audible.

"And we can't... we can't do anything but suffer... until the end," the second girl added, her gaze lost in the distance.

The executioners, taking a momentary pause, admired their handiwork, their faces alight with satisfaction.

"You're doing great, girls. Just a little longer, and you'll be legends," one of them said, his voice almost kind.

"Legends... of pain and despair," the first girl muttered, her voice hollow.

"Yes, but legends all the same," the second girl whispered, a tear rolling down her cheek.

Zephirantes · Dec 25, 2023

"You know, we find this quite amusing," an executioner said, his eyes glinting with an unsettling glee. "It's not every day we get to work with such lively girls, watching your pretty naked bodies squirm in fear and pain."

The first girl, her body trembling on the cross, looked at him with a mix of horror and disbelief. "You... you enjoy this? Our suffering?"

The executioner nodded, his grin widening. "Oh, absolutely. It's a true spectacle, a dance of agony and despair. And you two are the prima ballerinas."

"You're the stars of the show. A real-life porn pain and snuff show. And you're doing a fantastic job," another executioner chimed in, his tone eerily enthusiastic.

The second girl, tears streaming down her face, whispered hoarsely, "We're dying... and you're... you're enjoying it?"

"That's the nature of our work, my dear," the executioner replied with a twisted smile. "But don't worry, you won't be alone in your final moments. We've invited some special guests."

As the friends of the two girls arrived, their reactions varied. Some looked on with morbid curiosity, others with a cruel amusement.

"Hey girls, give us a good show, won't you?" one friend called out, his voice laced with mock encouragement and a cruel smirk on his face.

The crowd around them laughed, the sound grating against the girls' ears.

One of the executioners, noticing the girls' distress, laughed heartily. "Come on, lighten up! It's not every day you get to be the center of attention like this."

"Yeah, most people die unnoticed. You're getting a grand exit!" another friend joked, eliciting chuckles from the others.

"Grand exit... in pain and horror," the first girl managed to say, her voice a mix of pain and sarcasm.

One of the friends, trying to make light of the situation, replied, "Well, it's not like you've got a choice in how you go. Might as well go out with a bang, right? Take in all the bad and possible good feelings."

"Good feelings? In this?" the second girl retorted, her body wracked with pain.

"See, they understand," one executioner said, gesturing to the friends. "This is the ultimate performance, and you're both playing your parts beautifully."

"You call this beautiful?" the first girl cried out, her body squirming as another wave of pain hit her.

"To us, it's art," another executioner said, almost philosophically. "The art of death, pain, and the human body's endurance."

As the evening wore on, the friends of the girls engaged with the spectacle, some with ghoulish interest, others with a detached amusement, their laughter and comments adding to the surreal and macabre atmosphere.

The girls, meanwhile, endured their slow, agonizing demise, their bodies a canvas of suffering for the entertainment of others. Their cries and pleas became part of the chorus of laughter and jeers, a stark reminder of the cruelty of their audience.

- - -

As the two girls hung from their crosses, the first one, despite the overwhelming pain, tried to adopt a different perspective. "You know," she gasped, trying to speak over the throbbing agony, "we might as well try to... enjoy this. It's not like we've got much choice."

The second girl, through her tears and pain, looked at her incredulously. "Enjoy this? Are you insane?"

"Think about it," the first girl continued, her voice strained. "It's not every day you get to be crucified. It's... a unique experience, right?"

The crowd listened, their interest piqued by this unexpected turn in the girls' demeanor.

"Unique? I guess... being stretched out naked for everyone to see does make me feel... kind of sexy, in a weird way," the second girl admitted, a bitter laugh escaping her lips.

"And all this... the helplessness of being nailed here, it's like the ultimate surrender. No handcuffs or shackles can compare," the first girl added, trying to find some strange comfort in their dire situation.

The friends in the crowd exchanged glances, some smirking at the girls' attempts to find a silver lining in their plight.

One of the executioners, overhearing their conversation, joined in. "See, they're getting it. Even in the face of death, they find a way to feel alive."

"Yeah, and that wooden sedile," the second girl continued, her voice a mix of pain and curiosity, "it hurts like hell, but... it's also kind of thrilling, isn't it?"

The first girl nodded. "Right? The pain is intense, but it's making me feel things I've never felt before."

The crowd murmured in agreement, some nodding in appreciation of the girls' resilience.

"And the lashes," the first girl said, "they're brutal, but... I can feel my endorphins kicking in. It's a weird rush."

One of the friends shouted, "Hey, maybe you'll get a last-minute orgasm before you go!"

The crowd laughed, the dark humor adding to the bizarre atmosphere.

The second girl, despite her suffering, managed a weak smile. "Now that would be a grand finale, wouldn't it?"

As night fell, the girls, still in agony, began to embrace the unique sensations of their crucifixion, their conversations a blend of pain, surreal acceptance, and a morbid sense of humor. Their ability to find even a shred of positivity in their dire circumstances was a testament to the complexity and resilience of the human spirit.

Zephirantes · Dec 25, 2023

As the two girls continued to hang on their crosses, their friends among the crowd started a bizarre discussion. "You know, since they're trying to lighten up, maybe we should help them really enjoy this," one friend suggested with a mischievous grin. "How about we give their clits a little attention?"

The executioners overheard and one retorted, "Remember, this is supposed to be a day of extreme torture and punishment. We can't make it too easy for them."

"But what if we add a twist?" another friend chimed in, his eyes gleaming with a cruel idea. "We could use pliers on their nipples and labia while we stimulate their clits. Best of both worlds, right?"

The crowd erupted in a mixture of shock and excitement at the suggestion, some cheering at the novel idea.

The first girl, overhearing the conversation, cried out in horror, "You can't be serious! That's... that's monstrous!"

"Monstrous, but entertaining," a spectator shouted back, laughing.

The second girl, her body wracked with pain, added weakly, "Isn't being nailed to a cross enough for you people?"

One of the executioners, considering the proposal, said, "It's an interesting idea. A balance of pleasure and pain. It could be quite the spectacle."

Another friend joined in, "Come on, it's not like they have anything left to lose. Let's give them a send-off they'll never forget!"

The first girl, her voice trembling, said, "You're all sick... enjoying our suffering like this..."

The second girl, trying to brace herself for what was coming, added, "If you're going to do it, just... just get it over with."

One of the executioners approached with a set of pliers, his expression one of twisted excitement. "Let's make this a show to remember."

As the pliers clamped down on the first girl's nipple, she screamed in agony, her body thrashing against the cross. "God, no! Please!"

The second girl, feeling the cold metal against her labia, cried out, "It's too much! I can't... I can't handle this!"

The crowd, energized by the spectacle, cheered and shouted words of encouragement and cruel jokes.

A friend, trying to inject some humor into the situation, called out, "Hey, maybe this will be the most memorable orgasm you've ever had!"

The first girl, through her tears and pain, managed to say, "Yeah, memorable for all the wrong reasons..."

As the executioners began to stimulate their clits, the girls' cries of pain mingled with involuntary moans of confused pleasure. The bizarre mix of sensations was overwhelming, their bodies responding in ways they couldn't control.

The second girl, her voice a mix of pain and disbelief, gasped, "I can't believe... I'm feeling... this..."

The crowd watched in fascination, some in awe of the girls' resilience, others in disbelief at the macabre scene unfolding before them.

One of the executioners, his hand moving deftly, said, "See, even in the worst of times, the body has its ways of finding pleasure."

The first girl, her body convulsing, cried out, "It's too much... the pain and the pleasure... it's tearing me apart!"

The second girl, feeling a strange buildup of sensation amidst the torment, whispered, "I... I think I'm going to..."

The crowd leaned in, their anticipation palpable as they waited for the climax of the show.

And then, in a bizarre and twisted culmination, both girls reached their climaxes, their bodies shuddering on the crosses, a mix of agony and ecstasy etched on their faces.

The crowd erupted in applause and cheers, some in admiration of the girls' unexpected resilience, others in sheer excitement at the spectacle.

As the girls' bodies slumped, exhausted and spent, the executioners stepped back, admiring their handiwork.

"Well, that's one for the books," one executioner remarked, a satisfied grin on his face.

The friends looked on, some with a sense of guilt at their part in the girls' torment, others still caught up in the thrill of the moment.

The first girl, barely conscious, murmured, "I never thought... it would end like this..."

The second girl, her voice faint, added, "At least... we went out... with a bang..."

As night fell, the girls' voices faded, their bodies still, the final act of their gruesome performance complete. The crowd slowly dispersed, the memory of the night's events etched in their minds, a macabre tale of pain, pleasure, and the human spirit's complex relationship with both.

Georg · Dec 25, 2023

A very expressive story! A beautiful psychological fantasy! If only the same thing would happen to girls. but without nails, they would not have died, crucifixion would have been a wonderful adventure for them!

Zephirantes · Dec 25, 2023

Georg said:
A very expressive story! A beautiful psychological fantasy! If only the same thing would happen to girls. but without nails, they would not have died, crucifixion would have been a wonderful adventure for them!

I understand your point.

I think however that the idea of dying at the end of the experience, which thus becomes so "final", in a certain way it makes the crucifixion more liberating (as well as scarier).

This is a concept of all snuff fiction by the way, in contrast with just torture/BDSM fiction.
I enjoy both, sure, but personally I prefer the former.

Zephirantes · Dec 25, 2023

As the two girls neared the end of their lives, their bodies ravaged by pain and exhaustion, they couldn't help but express their deepest fears. "What if this is all we're remembered for?" the first girl whispered, her voice trembling. "Just a pornographic display on a cross..."

The second girl, her eyes clouded with tears, added weakly, "I don't want to be forgotten... or remembered only for this obscene show..."

An executioner, overhearing their fears, approached with a slightly sympathetic yet mischievous look. "You know, you might just be remembered for dying on these crosses, but don't underestimate what you've done. You've given a performance of pain and struggle that few could. You should take some pride in that."

"Yeah, you've done something extraordinary. Dying in such agony, providing entertainment and, let's say, 'thrilling' pleasure for others. It's a difficult thing, and in its own way, impressive," the executioner remarked with a sly grin.

The executioner leaned in closer, his grin turning more malicious. "And who knows? Since you seemed to enjoy that little bit of lewd pleasure amidst your suffering, maybe there are some nasty demons waiting to give you more of the same in Hell. Endless torture and... stimulation, forever and ever."

The crowd around them chuckled at the executioner's dark joke.

One of the friends in the crowd, trying to lighten the mood, called out, "Hey, at least in Hell, you won't have to worry about dying again! You can just let everything go and suffer forever. I'm sure you would take all like good troopers!"

Many in the crowd laughed, the grim humor a stark contrast to the solemnity of the moment.

The first girl, managing a weak smile, said, "Yeah, I guess there's that. No more dying, and lot of pain!"

In their last delirious moments, the girls' minds conjured a terrifying vision. They saw themselves falling from their crosses, descending into the depths of the earth, straight into Hell. In their hallucination, they were falling with their legs spread wide open, and below them awaited two cheerful demons with giant, scaled penises ready to penetrate them.

The cheerful demons shouted to them, "Ready for my scaled-cock, my dear? I will fuck and tear your pussy forever, sweetheart. Prepare to feel your belly being ripped and ravaged for all the eternity." And with a smirk, he added, "I'm sure you shall enjoy it."

As they fell, they felt a terrifying and painful sensation, as if the scaled penises were entering their pussies, tearing them there. The agony and the fear merged into a chaotic whirlwind in their minds.

The first girl, her eyes wide with terror and pain, whispered, "Is this... is this what awaits us? An eternity of this... my sex ripped forever?"

The second girl, tears streaming down her face, murmured, "I can't... I can't bear it... not for eternity..."

They snuffed it the grip of this final, hellish delusion, their bodies finally succumbing to the ordeal they had endured, the scaled penises entering and destroying their vaginas.

The crowd, witnessing the end of the girls' lives, fell silent for just a moment, the reality of death sobering the festive mood. But not for long. Then, quickly, they began to disperse, each person carrying with them the happy memory of the night's gruesome spectacle.

The executioners, their work completed, stepped back from the crosses, looking up at the two lifeless bodies. "They really did give us one hell of a show," one remarked solemnly.

"You said well, one Hell of a show: I like to imagine there they are now, writhing in pain and pleasure," added one of their friends with a smile.

"Yeah," another agreed. "One for the history books. They'll be talked about for years to come."

As the moon shone down on the now quiet scene, the two girls' naked bodies hung motionless on their crosses, their final performance complete, leaving behind a legacy of pain, and pleasure.

Georg · Dec 25, 2023

Zephirantes said:
This is a concept of all snuff fiction by the way, in contrast with just torture/BDSM fiction.

Snuff fiction turns out to be a "low" subgenre of horror literature. Dystopias warn of possible dangers, but horror just tickles the nerves with the feeling that everything is actually happening on the pages of a book or on a screen. Fear, namely paralyzing horror, and not an exciting thrill, is poorly compatible with eroticism.

Zephirantes said:
I think however that the idea of dying at the end of the experience, which thus becomes so "final", in a certain way it makes the crucifixion more liberating (as well as scarier).

Death seems to be a stronger experience, but such a story ends quickly and is less realistic, and as realism grows, eroticism is replaced by an ominous valley. That's why I want to come up with soft continuations of the stories I like.
For example, what would happen if the girls were taken off the crosses alive and unharmed (ropes, not nails)? How would one of the girls be able to communicate with her boyfriend if he mocked her crucified? However, the guy could also say: "How can you refuse me sex when you publicly experienced an orgasm on the cross?" But, love is stronger than shame, so lovers will definitely reconcile if they are crucified in front of each other. Moreover, the executioner of the guy may be the crucified girlfriend of the girl. Perhaps the second victim of the crucifixion will become the lover of his own executioner, and the female executioner herself will be crucified next to the lovers. And the best part is that it's an endless story and everyone will get a lot more pain than if they were sentenced to death.

tygavin · Dec 25, 2023

Zephirantes said:
I understand your point.

I think however that the idea of dying at the end of the experience, which thus becomes so "final", in a certain way it makes the crucifixion more liberating (as well as scarier).

This is a concept of all snuff fiction by the way, in contrast with just torture/BDSM fiction.
I enjoy both, sure, but personally I prefer the former.

Completely agree. The death part is important when I read. It raises the stakes. Kinda like girls about to be spitted Or hanged and the noose is on waiting for the trap door or the stool to be kicked over. No matter the method they know they aren’t getting out of this alive and it brings everything into such sharp contrast.

Zephirantes · Dec 26, 2023

tygavin said:
Completely agree. The death part is important when I read. It raises the stakes. Kinda like girls about to be spitted Or hanged and the noose is on waiting for the trap door or the stool to be kicked over. No matter the method they know they aren’t getting out of this alive and it brings everything into such sharp contrast.

I also love this idea that one might feel more alive then ever knowing he/she has just mere instants left to live.
It's a paradox, but still, it is something that I feel intriguing.

I think the first time I read something about it was in some Dostoevsky's novel (Crime and Punishment? or The Idiot perhaps? The Brothers Karamazov? I read only these...).
It was based on his own experience, indeed as a young revolutionary he was sentenced to hang by tsarists authorities and spared at the very last moment (it was common at the time... quite sadistic I say!

).
The experience changed him completely though, and eventually he became a religious zealot

If you read those three novels in that order you'll notice he became more and more in line with Christian orthodoxy

Still a master writer anyway, hands down.

PS: love speaking with you tygavin. Your snuff stories are among my favorites in the genre. Look forward to read more from you.

Georg · Dec 26, 2023

Zephirantes said:
t was based on his own experience, indeed as a young revolutionary he was sentenced to hang by tsarists authorities and spared at the very last moment

Dostoevsky was sentenced to death by shooting in the fabricated case of the Petrashevsky circle. However, the execution was replaced by penal servitude.

Zephirantes said:
Still a master writer anyway, hands down.

Dostoevsky is certainly a great writer, the second largest classic of Russian literature of the 19th century after Leo Tolstoy and a classic of world literature. Dostoevsky had a significant influence on the philosophy of existentialism. However, idealistic existentialism and right-wing religious conservatism make Dostoevsky little applicable to the modern world.
Dostoevsky would turn over in his grave if he found out that he was being discussed in the context of an erotic snuff. :confused:

Zephirantes said:
I also love this idea that one might feel more alive then ever knowing he/she has just mere instants left to live.
It's a paradox, but still, it is something that I feel intriguing.

This is a very subtle psychological moment. On a physiological level, this can be explained by a banal adrenaline addiction. The execution fiction of is a way of gaining an existential experience. However, a broken arm or leg will not give you an existential experience, a subspace, or a painful orgasm. Therefore, the description of a beautiful death is not reliable, it is pure fiction. On the contrary, simulating torture or execution in the context of BDSM with the most realistic sensations, but without the risk of real injury, can give the victim the desired existential experience. A girl crucified with ropes feels the same as a slave in ancient Rome. However, hanging on the cross is equally free from the obligations of real life and from the fear of death.A crucified girl should know one thing for sure - she will be taken off the cross alive and well before sunset. Everything else is not important and she can enjoy the pain, humiliation and shame, floating between heaven and earth!

Zephirantes · Dec 26, 2023

Georg said:
Dostoevsky was sentenced to death by shooting in the fabricated case of the Petrashevsky circle. However, the execution was replaced by penal servitude.

Thank you, I remembered wrongly: shooting and not hanging.
Anyway, he really thought he was going to die, until at the last moment he was informed that his sentence was commuted.
It's an experience he talks about at least once in one of those 3 novels... maybe more than once.
perhaps in the novels he wrote about a person hanging and not being shoot at, and that's why I remembered that... I dunno for sure.
It is certainly a life changing event.

Georg said:
Dostoevsky is certainly a great writer, the second largest classic of Russian literature of the 19th century after Leo Tolstoy and a classic of world literature. Dostoevsky had a significant influence on the philosophy of existentialism. However, idealistic existentialism and right-wing religious conservatism make Dostoevsky little applicable to the modern world.
Dostoevsky would turn over in his grave if he found out that he was being discussed in the context of an erotic snuff.

I'm sure he would!

By the end of his life he was a rather bigot man unfortunately.
Btw, he left me with a very bad opinion about Russian orthodoxy, that I didn't have before reading his novels.

Georg said:
This is a very subtle psychological moment. On a physiological level, this can be explained by a banal adrenaline addiction. The execution fiction of is a way of gaining an existential experience. However, a broken arm or leg will not give you an existential experience, a subspace, or a painful orgasm. Therefore, the description of a beautiful death is not reliable, it is pure fiction.

I'm wondering if the exhilaration that one has been saved or, on the very contrary, that one is indeed injured beyond repair, can make someone high or something like that.
I don't know, we could call that pure fiction if you want.
Anyway, I find it a fascinating fiction and, at least for me, that is enough.

Georg said:
On the contrary, simulating torture or execution in the context of BDSM with the most realistic sensations, but without the risk of real injury, can give the victim the desired existential experience. A girl crucified with ropes feels the same as a slave in ancient Rome. However, hanging on the cross is equally free from the obligations of real life and from the fear of death.A crucified girl should know one thing for sure - she will be taken off the cross alive and well before sunset. Everything else is not important and she can enjoy the pain, humiliation and shame, floating between heaven and earth!

It surely is interesting and emotionally engaging.
I might assembling a story on those lines sooner or later.

ERIN the Brave · Dec 26, 2023

Zephirantes said:
Sweat glistened on their bodies as the sun beat down mercilessly. The two girls, each nailed to a cross, looked at each other with a mix of fear and resolve.

"Never thought I'd end up like this, huh?" one girl said, trying to crack a wry smile despite the searing pain in her wrists.

The other girl, her breathing ragged, replied, "Yeah, who knew our little adventure would lead us here."

A man in the crowd shouted, "You're both so brave up there!"

The first girl chuckled weakly. "Brave? More like out of options."

A woman, part of the execution team, came forward with a smile. "You're doing great, girls. Just let us know if you need anything."

"Can you get me down from here?" the second girl joked through her pain.

Laughter rippled through the crowd. Another executioner, a kind-looking man, joined in, "Now, now, let's not ruin the fun."

The first girl, trying to shift the focus, asked her companion, "So, who did you hope would watch us?"

"I don't know... maybe my ex. Just to see what he's missing," the second girl said with a touch of humor, wincing as she tried to move.

"I was hoping my mom wouldn't show. I couldn't bear her seeing me like this... exposed and helpless," the first girl admitted, her voice catching.

"Don't look now, but I think she's out there," the second girl said, nodding towards the crowd.

The first girl sighed, "Guess this is a fitting end to my wild days."

An executioner approached, "You two need anything? Water, maybe?"

"Just a quick release from this agony," the second girl replied.

"Sorry, darling. This show's just starting," the executioner said with a sympathetic smile.

The girls exchanged a look, their bodies aching, the reality of their fate sinking in.

"You know, I always wondered how it would feel... at the end," the first girl mused.

"Like this, I guess. Painful, scary, but weirdly... a bit thrilling?" the second girl responded, a tremor in her voice.

"Yeah, like every nerve in my body is on fire. Even my pussy feels... weird," the first girl confessed.

"I know, right? It's like all the pain is mixing with... I don't know, some kind of twisted excitement," the second girl said, her breath hitching.

The crowd murmured, watching the intimate exchange.

One of the executioners added, "It's a common reaction. The body's funny that way."

"Never thought I'd be hanging next to you, talking about our pussies and death in the same breath," the first girl laughed weakly.

"Life's full of surprises. Like, who knew I'd be getting my last orgasm while nailed to a cross?" the second girl joked, her laughter tinged with hysteria.

The crowd laughed along, some shouting words of encouragement.

"Hey, at least we're in this together," the first girl said, reaching out as best as she could towards her friend.

"Yeah, together to the end," the second girl agreed, tears mixing with sweat on her face.

- - -

"I have presents for you. Thought you might like a little... support," said an executioner, grinning as he held up the sharply edged wooden sedile.

The first girl grimaced. "Support? That looks like it's going to split me in two."

The second girl, her eyes wide, added, "That's going to press right up against... everything."

The executioner, attaching the sedile to the first girl's cross, said cheerfully, "This will take some of the weight off your wrists. But yeah, it'll be quite intimate with your lady parts."

As the sedile was positioned under her, the first girl gasped. "Oh God, that's... that's right on my pussy. It's so sharp."

"I told you, a unique kind of support," the executioner quipped, moving to attach the second sedile.

The second girl whimpered as the edge pressed against her. "It's like it's cutting into me. My clit, my lips... everything's so sensitive."

"Guess this is one way to keep us alert," the first girl joked weakly, trying to shift her position.

"Yeah, who needs comfort when you can have a wooden edge splitting your twat?" the second girl retorted, her voice laced with sarcasm and pain.

An onlooker called out, "You girls are taking it like champions!"

Another executioner, a woman with a kind but firm expression, came forward. "It's all part of the experience. You'll feel every little shift, every breeze... might even make you forget about your wrists for a bit."

The first girl laughed bitterly. "Oh, I'm very aware of my wrists. And now my sex is getting its own special torture."

"Is this supposed to make us cum or something?" the second girl asked, half in jest, half in agony.

"Well, it's not unheard of," the female executioner replied. "You may cum if you want: a good orgasm might well blow away the pain and the fear of your looming death, at least for a while..."

As time passed, the two girls tried to adjust to the new, excruciating addition to their torment. Their conversations became sporadic, often interrupted by gasps and moans.

"Every time I move, it's like... it's like it's slicing into me," the first girl cried out.

"I know... I can feel it... right there... pressing against my clit," the second girl responded, her voice trembling.

The crowd watched, some with fascination, others with empathy.

"Think we'll get used to this?" the first girl asked, her voice strained.

"I don't think you get used to something like this. It's like... constant, sharp reminders of where we are," the second girl replied, tears streaming down her face.

One of the executioners, noticing their distress, offered a sympathetic smile. "You're both so strong. Just let it happen. Let your bodies feel what they need to."

"Easy for you to say," the first girl snapped, her pain making her bold. "You're not the one with a wooden blade up your pussy."

The second girl, trying to find some solace, said, "Maybe... maybe it'll distract from the pain in our arms... maybe even give us something else to focus on."

"Yeah, like how I'm going to die with a split twat," the first girl retorted, a mix of humor and despair in her voice.

The crowd's murmurs blended with the sounds of the girls' intermittent cries and the gentle breeze, creating a surreal atmosphere around the crosses.

- - -

The executioners approached with whips in hand, their expressions a mix of duty and sympathy. The crowd's anticipation grew, sensing the impending escalation.

One of the executioners addressed the girls, "We need to... enhance the show. A bit of whipping should make things more... interesting."

The first girl, her eyes wide with dread, asked in a trembling voice, "Whipping? Where?"

"Your nipples, belly, and... well, your pussies," the other executioner explained, almost apologetically. "It's all part of the spectacle."

The second girl, her voice laced with fear, responded, "You're going to whip us there? That's... that's insane!"

The first executioner, preparing his whip, said, "It'll make you twist and writhe more. The audience loves a good show."

As the first lash struck the first girl's belly, she cried out in pain, her body involuntarily writhing, causing the sedile to press deeper. "Oh God, that hurts so much!" she exclaimed, tears streaming down her face.

The second girl, receiving a lash across her nipples, screamed, "It's like fire on my skin! I can't... I can't take this!"

The crowd watched, some cheering, others looking away, unable to bear the sight.

Between her sobs, the first girl gasped, "Every move... it's agony... the sedile is cutting into me!"

The second girl, enduring another lash to her sensitive pussy, cried out, "It's too much! The pain, the sedile, everything!"

An executioner, with a hint of regret in his voice, said, "I know it's hard, but this is what the people want. You're giving them a memorable show."

The first girl, struggling to speak through her pain, replied, "I never thought... I'd die like this... whipped and tortured."

The second girl, wincing from another lash, added, "This is hell... pure hell."

As the whipping continued, the girls' cries and pleas filled the air, their bodies twisting in a desperate attempt to escape the relentless pain. The executioners, professional in their task, continued to strike strategically, eliciting cries and movements that kept the audience captivated.

A delicious story and well written .

tygavin · Dec 26, 2023

Zephirantes said:
I also love this idea that one might feel more alive then ever knowing he/she has just mere instants left to live.
It's a paradox, but still, it is something that I feel intriguing.

I think the first time I read something about it was in some Dostoevsky's novel (Crime and Punishment? or The Idiot perhaps? The Brothers Karamazov? I read only these...).
It was based on his own experience, indeed as a young revolutionary he was sentenced to hang by tsarists authorities and spared at the very last moment (it was common at the time... quite sadistic I say! ).
The experience changed him completely though, and eventually he became a religious zealot
If you read those three novels in that order you'll notice he became more and more in line with Christian orthodoxy
Still a master writer anyway, hands down.

PS: love speaking with you tygavin. Your snuff stories are among my favorites in the genre. Look forward to read more from you.

Thank you. In the middle of marathon training and another non erotic writing project but I’m hoping both will slow down in a couple of months and I can finish POW and some new ideas that won’t leave me alone.

RedOrc · Dec 26, 2023

I especially liked their dreams of demon torment in Hell. Even death is no escape!

I would have given the girls names and descriptions, also why they were crucified. Crimes (guilty or innocent), harvest sacrifice or reality TV?

RedOrc · Dec 27, 2023

Rethinking the names business. Maybe as part of the execution process the woman are deprived of everything: stripped of clothing, their rights and even their names. The signs on the crosses just read "Girl #1" and "Girl #2".

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Two nameless girls on the cross