JOURNEY OF A PAIN SLUT - ACT 3 Chapter 7
“Get out …” My command was curt, marked by its brevity and harsh enough to make the friend jump.
Red was sitting in the front with me, whilst my little girl was naked under a blanket, hands cuffed behind her back on the back seat.
We had left the hotel with both girls dressed, of course we had. But once we were in the car, in the dark surroundings of the late at night hotel car park, I made my original Pain Slut strip naked ...
“Everything?” She had questioned. My lack of verbal response was answer enough. At my command Red had secured the cuffs on my Little Girl’s wrists, and from the wincing grimace I believed to have secured them tightly, overly so possibly.
But that was how she stayed as we drove the fifteen minutes to the woods at Middleton in South Leeds, where the darkness shrouded our arrival as I pulled through the gateless entrance, down towards the park, past the small lake and into the woods themselves.
How could I ever find the tree again, that tree, my tree … the one I had identified only yesterday.
The old ruined woodsman’s hut. Not used most probably for many, many years except in its dilapidated state for taking drugs, or illicit teenage liaisons. But tonight it was my marker. A few yards beyond it and I could park the car. The tree was just off to the left as I looked, further into the density of the woodland, lit only by the moon … and the lamp I had brought with me.
“Get out now.” I repeated. The night was dry, unlike the last time we had been here, and actually for early January it was unseasonably warm, though still night time-chilly which I knew would add to my Little Girl’s burden. I had plans too for Red but for now she could watch was about to happen, and maybe participate at any appropriate point.
As the Little Girl stumbled and slipped to her knees, Red and I followed her out of the car.
Standing over her I smiled down, though there was little light for her to see my face clearly.
“Cold?” I asked, stating the obvious given the trembling that was coursing around her body.
“Y … yes,” she stuttered back.
“What are you going to do?” Red asked.
I paused for dramatic effect. Making sure to look at my Little naked Girl, before then smiling at Red herself. And then, with an air of indifference, I replied, “Crucify her …”
There was another pause, before Red replied, “Wait … what?”
“You heard correctly …”
I turned to face the girl standing next to me, ‘the friend’ just to enjoy her expression.
“I need to pee.” My Little Girl looked up at me and I grinned. Red had been allowed to visit the bathroom, but, despite drinking a glass of wine and several glasses of water, my Littler Girl had not.
“Okay,” I said.
“Okay?” She repeated back to me. I nodded, before adding, “Go on then, you may.”
“Here?” She sounded incredulous.
“Where else,” I responded.
“But in front of … her …” Under the beam of my torch pointed at her face I saw my Little Girl frown. “No, no it’s okay.”
“Do it,” I ordered.
She moved to the nearest tree and with a groan she leaned against the thin trunk, squatted and with a groan parted her thighs.
We waited. Then a splash which turned into a trickle and the then a slight arc of yellow liquid as she sighed with relief, crouched, pissing under the light of my torch as her friend and I watched her. Red was shaking her head in silent disbelief. Was she regretting coming here? Should we have brought her? Would we regret bringing her? I sincerely hoped not.
“Okay get up,” she was done. Hopefully she felt humiliated. But now we needed to move on.
“Remove her cuffs,” I instructed Red, I have something else for her to carry.”
The flame haired friend did as she was asked and my Little Girl was putting up no fight, far from it and despite her shivering, and embarrassing urination experience, the glint in her eye told me that she was excited almost beyond her control for what was about to be done to her.
I opened the boot and took out a piece of wood. Eight by Four, thick and heavy, and laid it down on the ground. My Little Girl’s eyes followed my every movement. The moonlight was aiding us now, enabling more visibility than I had expected.
Her nudity almost shone when contrasted against the gloom of the darkness. My cock was beginning to stiffen once more.
Lay down, with your neck resting on the wood, by the two drill holes, and your arms spread either side, NOW!
I shouted the final word for effect, because the girl was already getting slowly into position as instructed.
“Good.” I remarked, before moving back to the car to retrieve what looked like a cooler box. Except it was smaller and sealed and inside it was filled with slat and vinegar infused water to create a kind of brine. Red was watching intently as I proceeded with the task, pulling a length of rawhide which had been soaked in the brine.
“This is rawhide binding girl,” I explained as I knelt down by her side. Your wrists will be secured with this … for now. As it dries it will shrink and bite into your body … do you understand?”
She nodded without saying anything. And so, without any further ado I pressed her right wrist flat against the wood and began to strap the rawhide around it, binding her to the wood which would become the patibulum that would provide the cross beam for her crucifix.
“Y … you really are going to crucify her?” Red sounded more than a little scared now.
“I am …” I replied.
“But you’re just using ties of some sort, right?”
I smiled to myself without looking back at the friend.
With one wrist secure I moved to the left. Taking more hide soaked in salt and vinegar.
“Nghhhh …” my Little Girl uttered the sound, which was maybe the start of an objection as I pulled the rawhide tight, but if so, it was a protestation that was never completed.
Further hide was bound around each of her shoulders and the wooden length to secure the cross bar into its place as a burden of punishment for my Little Girl.
I stepped up and away, moving back to Red so that we could both look down upon my Little Girl, ‘friend of the friend’.
“Beautiful, don’t you think?” I said quietly as I shone my light at her nubile nakedness, now strapped to the wood on the leaf covered ground.
“Fuck, fuccckkkk … yes, she is …” Red was a little breathless now that she had seen the effect of her friend, her lover, naked and tied to a large piece of wood.
"Get up slut" I said. An instruction that was much easier said than done.
Slowly, and having to put in very clear effort, my Little Girl moved from a laying out flat, tied to the plank, to kneeling and then, with a great effort dragged herself to her feet, or at least hunched over as the weight of the wood sat heavily upon her shoulders.
“Heavy?” I asked, simply wanting to hear her confirm it for us.
“Y … Yes … very,” she gasped.
I smiled and nodded. I could see the firm, pale side of her breast as she turned sideways to me, the hardened nipple teat erect, pointing the way to her place of crucifixion just fifty long yards away, and my body responded with a further hardening of my groin.
“Move, it is time for you to be mounted on the cross Girl,” I ordered, and my Little Girl staggered forward under the weight of the beam.
The patibulum was heavy, it would have been a great discomfort even for me. But for a delicate young thing like my Little Girl, it was a huge burden.
“Here, take this.” I handed Red a small toolbox and a small wooden stool for her to carry. In one hand I carried the wet rawhide brine carrier, whilst in the other I gripped the leather handle of a vicious knotted scourge.
Leaving the locked car behind us, we headed further into the woods.