The ordeals of Alisa Foxen

[Doragon]

In my first post I wrote that the crucifixion was going to happen in chapter 11, but I rewrote some parts and it now turns out it's going to be chapter 12. I am currently working on the final chapters and it looks like the whole story is going to be 16 chapters long.

 

[Doragon]

Chapter 9: Second day of torture, hanging impalement (vaginal)​

(Part 6 of 6)

The men watched as she started to push herself down onto the pole, her vaginal entrance stretching even wider. They held her arms tight to catch her if she fell or something. The girl opened her mouth in a silent scream but kept going. The most terrible pain she had ever felt started to radiate through her abdomen as she sat down on top of the rounded top of the pole, pushing it hard into the back of her womb, making her inner organ carry some more of her weight. The entrance of her vagina stretched a little wider but seemed to settle on the widest part of the pole. Her breathing was sometimes really fast, at other moments she held her breath, struggling to cope with the terrible pain in her abdomen. And slowly she took more of her weight off her legs, until finally she was no longer standing.

“Help her lift her legs,” said Mahdi. Charles and William carefully bent down and while holding one hand on her elbow to steady her, they put their other hand at the back of her knees and started to lift her legs. Alisa cried out, gasping and panting really fast, shaking in utter agony and fear.

“Higher and wider,” said Mahdi to the men, making them lift her legs even higher and then also pull her knees wide open. All her weight was now resting on the pole, both on the top of it inside her womb and at the entrance of her vagina at the widest part of the pole. She was shaking terribly and gasping for air, fighting hard to cope with the extreme pain.

Mahdi smiled and said “Almost there.”

He turned the dials on his controller higher, making Alisa cry out and spasm as she was now fully experiencing the pulses of the electricity flowing through her stretched vagina, womb and swollen clitoris. She started to jerk her hips, ready to orgasm.

“Lift her legs further,” said Mahdi while he turned the dials even higher. The men looked worried at each other and at the squirming woman, but raised her legs slowly further. An assistant came up to the back of Alisa and he put his hands against her shoulders to steady her and keep her straight.

“He will keep her upright so you can let go of her elbows. Concentrate on her legs. I want them outstretched and straight to the sides.”

Charles gasped. “In a split? That is insane!” William also shook his head. But Alisa moaned and said “Do… it…” She was fighting against the most horrible pain while at the same time she was on the brink of a massive orgasm, almost there but not quite achieving a peak.

The men moved to her lower legs and lifted her feet up as well, straightening her legs. They slowly started to walk to the sides, pulling her legs wider and wider until finally she was in a full split, sitting on the terrible pole inside her womb.

Alisa cried out and hollered while she felt her legs painfully stretching sideways. This also resulted in her vulva spreading wider open, slowly taking in more of the massive pole. Then suddenly a horrible orgasm struck her. Her body spasmed and her legs jerked violently. The men suddenly understood why they had wanted her in a split. The jerking of her body and the spasming of her stretched legs caused her to make small jumps on the pole, making it look like she was fucking herself. Alisa panted and kept on jerking. Her eyes were turned upward and showing only white. If she had not been helped from behind, she would have toppled over. Her orgasms kept coming and coming, despite or maybe because of the terrible pain in her vagina and womb. Mahdi loved it and by turning the dials to maximum he kept the orgasm going even longer. Everybody could see how her jerking motions kept stretching her vaginal muscles further and slowly she started to sink deeper over the pole, her pussy lips folding around the widest part of the pole. And as she slipped past the wide rim, her vaginal entrance closed around the pole with the sandpaper attached to it, adding more discomfort to the whole ordeal. But the rough surface caught her flesh and prevented her from sliding any further down, but it hurt a lot. By this time her legs were no longer horizontal but her feet were higher than her hips.

“We have to stop!” cried Charles, tears streaming down his face while he also had a large erection, fully against his will aroused by the scene. William also wanted to stop but his erection was so strong, he had to use one hand to rub himself a bit.

“That’s it,” said Mahdi, “masturbate towards her.”

The two assistants took over, while the executioner stood behind her to keep her upright. William and Charles stepped back a little and were ordered to masturbate while they kept looking at the woman who was sitting on the pole in her womb. The assistants started to move her legs from left to right, as if they were wringing her and squeezing her out on the pole like an orange.

Alisa wailed as she felt the strong sensation of her vaginal entrance rubbing around the sandpaper and though it hurt, it also gave her a sudden increase of arousal. Through her tears she also watched the two man in front of her masturbating their erect cocks and somehow that helped her focus a bit. She felt a new wave of lust rising inside her and with a gasp she again started to ride the waves of orgasms tearing through her wrecked body, making her sink down even lower, her legs now in a most extreme split. Charles and William started squirting hot globs of semen towards her, some of the splatters actually reaching her and landing on her crotch and lower abdomen.

Finally it was over. The assistants released the legs of the woman. As Alisa’s legs were down again, it was clear how far she had sunk down. Mahdi wanted the pole marked and a line was drawn on the wood at the point of her clitoris. It was lower than the mark that had been made with the knife point. When he ordered to lift her up, Alisa was slowly pulled up by her breasts, causing her to squirm and cry out in pain. But when the pole started to pull back out of her womb, she truly started to scream and convulse in the most terrible cramps and pain. It really looked like she was giving birth, though much faster. Soon the ribs and ridges were pulled out through her cervix and got dragged down through her vagina, to finally appear between her pussy lips, slowly emerging into the sunlight. Of course there was blood on the pole, colouring the entire top deep red. Blood also ran down her inner thighs and dripped on the floor. The sight of the blood made the crowd go wild, applauding, cheering and ululating out loud, the sacrifice of the whore was being celebrated.

As she got lifted into the air they pulled her sideways away from the pole and lowered her unto the floor. The ropes were untied, which also made her cry out when her breasts suddenly got blood flow again, making her breasts ache terribly. She felt like a wreck and was shaking badly while she curled up in a ball.

 

[Doragon]

Chapter 10: Second intermezzo: a rough night​

(Part 1 of 3)

Alisa had been dragged back to the old school, just like the first day after she had been publicly tortured, again leaving a trail of blood splatters on the ground, leading from the execution stage to her cell. She had once again been taken way past her limits and she had endured a lot more than she could take. But she survived and her injuries were not as bad as they felt. Still they announced to her they would give her another resting day because a lot of preparation needed to be made.

The doctor came to inspect her. First he investigated her and complimented her on having such strong breasts.

“You are not only blessed with visually attractive udders, but they are also strong.” Alisa hardly felt the energy to respond to his rude remark.

He was amazed so little of the semen had leaked out.

“Your milk ducts are probably clogged,” he said. “I will ask the women to milk you in order to get it out and prevent your breasts from getting infected.”

Alisa listened despondent, not replying. She also meekly spread her legs for him and felt him using a speculum on her anus to inspect her. Her rectum was only slightly damaged and inflamed, no big tears or cuts. Moving the speculum to her vagina, not caring that it had only just been pushed inside her anus, he quickly concluded that her front passage also showed lots of signs of wear but there was only a little bit of tearing. Her cervix was still dilated and there were small injuries there, but nothing to worry about according to the doctor.

“I am very impressed with how your body took all that,” said the doctor. “I do not think this was light stuff. I hope you realize that. It’s something to be proud off.”

“As if it was my own choice,” she scoffed hoarsely at him.

“I know, but you really seemed to enjoy yourself out there.”

“I was not,” she replied softly.

“You could have fooled me,” he said dryly. She was too tired to respond or continue the conversation, but she wanted to scream at him, kick him even, or scratch his eyes out for not admitting how horrible it had been for her. She no longer felt he was human since they had not been treating her as human the last couple of days. He instead was a monster and so were all the others. And she hated them with a vengeance.

The doctor in the meantime used a vaginal douche to spray a strong scenting liquid in her womb and vagina, washing out all the sticky blood and remains of her ordeal, until he was satisfied she was clean enough to heal. There was no care in his movements and treatments. He acted as if he was preparing the meat for the kitchen. And she felt like that as well.

When he removed the speculum, he patted her on her thigh.

“You should rest now,” he instructed her without any empathy. “Get well soon,” he added as if it was an instruction. While he left she held up a middle finger to his back.

She slept for an hour or so when the women woke her up. They washed her. Especially her breasts got thorough care from the two women, who started to massage her breasts, rubbing the milk glands inside her breast tissue and squeezing her nipples. A few drops of semen got worked out like that, but not enough. The women made her lie down on her back and while one of them lifted her head, the other pushed her left breast way up, bringing her nipple to her mouth. They made gestures to her and Alisa understood they wanted her to suck on her own nipple. She groaned as this very disgusting and it was also painful how she had to strain to reach her nipple. The woman pushing against her breasts, pushed hard to stretch her flesh and when Alisa finally took the nipple in her mouth, she pushed on her breast to squeeze it out. Alisa gagged when she tasted warm liquid in her mouth dripping from her nipple. It had a faint taste of semen and blood. She retched as more came out and suddenly she started to kick to free herself. But the woman who pushed on her breast sat down on her legs, preventing her from kicking free and three more times her breast was being squeezed and droplets of liquid were spraying into her mouth. Next they repeated this with her other breast.



Alisa felt sick when she was finally released and her breasts were on fire by the time the women were satisfied with the produce, though there had not been a large amount. Where the rest of the semen was, was uncertain. Had her body assimilated it?

The women talked to her in Arabic, patted her on the shoulders, wiped her body with wet cloth and left her a bottle with water to drink. Alisa washed out her mouth a few times when they left and vomited in the bucket. After that she could finally sleep for a few hours.

 

[Doragon]

Chapter 10: Second intermezzo: a rough night​

(Part 2 of 3)

At some point in the night the cell door opened and Alisa woke up to the guards collecting her and dragging her off to the large chamber. She knew that was not boding well and she whimpered when she saw the doctor and two other men. She started to resist and struggle, screaming out loud while she kicked and scratched to get away from the two guards holding her. But the guards lifted her naked body up and put her on the table, despite her trashing limbs and squirming body. Her arms were quickly cuffed and after her legs were spread, despite all her efforts to keep them closed, they were tied with ropes to the rings at the sides of the table. She was wide open for the men and cried out, a furious bundle of anger and despair. She knew something horrible was going to happen again and she was sick of everything being done to her.

“Let me go, assholes!” she screamed. They didn’t respond but waited until her fury was spent. After a while she became too tired and as she realized there was nothing she could do to release her arms and legs, she grew quiet, panting and sweating from the energy spent.

“Have you slept well?” asked the doctor in his usual friendly tone, as if her outburst had not happened at all. He patted her on her spread thighs while he sat down in front of her bottom.

“Fuck off, asshole,” she spat at him, but when she saw him taking a speculum, she whimpered.

“No, please, no more,” she begged, changing her tone completely.

“Nothing to worry about, this is going to be fun,” he said while he inserted the speculum and started to spread her vagina wide open. She cried out when he stretched her wider than before, making her gape as much as possible.

“No more, please,” she whined, tears flowing from her blinking eyes.

“Ah, there it is,” said one of the other two men while stepping closer and looking into her gaping vagina. He was wearing a business suit and Alisa recognized him from before. He was such a prick! The second man was the one in the black suit. She feared him to be honest. Then she realized how both of them had fucked her mouth and anus, though she didn’t remember which one had been doing what to her.

“Her cervix is still open,” said the doctor, while using a set of medical pliers to reach inside her body, “but she is recovering and it is already tighter than before.”

“Good thing we didn’t wait until tomorrow,” said the man in the black suit.

“What are you doing to me?” Alisa cried with a trembling voice, her body jerking in fear and humiliation.

“Just some preparations,” said the doctor.

“And some experimentation,” said the man in the black suit.

“We’ll have fun,” said the business man.

The guards strapped a broad belt over her lower abdomen, making sure she could not move her hips and pelvis. She still started to struggle and pulled hard at her ropes when the doctor wielded a specialised set of pliers with a large curved needle and brought that into her wide open vagina. No matter how hard she pulled and trashed, she could not break free. And when the doctor told her she better kept quiet or this might end up doing much more damage, she froze and then cried when she felt a sharp pain inside her genital area.

“Please, what are you doing?” she sobbed in despair.

“I am giving you a few piercings,” said the doctor, showing her a metal ring that he then brought into her vagina as well to fix it to her inner flesh. “Four piercings to be precise,” he continued while using the needle a second time. Alisa wailed, but didn’t dare move, afraid he might stab the needle erratically inside her sensitive genitals. It was very painful and she clenched her teeth while whimpering out in pain and horror.

Moments later she had four piercings, each ring attached to the flesh in the upper part of her vagina, surrounding her cervix. The doctor next tied thin nylon threads to the rings. Alisa was gasping and trembling as she felt in disbelief how he started to gently pull at the threads. Her lower abdomen hurt bad from the piercings already, but the pulling made it so much worse. She begged them in incoherent words and sounds, shaking in fear and agony.

“It looks like this might work,” said the doctor while he slowly pulled at the rings, causing a horrible sensation inside her as her womb got pulled lower in her abdomen. Alisa gasped as this quickly became even more painful. Pretty soon the speculum got in the way and the doctor fiddled around with the instrument and the threads to remove it from her vagina. But she didn’t exactly close down as he kept pulling her womb lower and lower.

“I can see it coming,” said the business man with excitement in his voice.

“Yes, there is her cervix,” said the doctor, pulling the inner opening visibly out between her still somewhat spread vulva. He used his finger o inspect her opening, monitoring the rings and her flesh, making sure she didn’t tear. There was of course a little bit of bleeding going on, but that was to be expected when flesh like this had been fitted with piercings.

Alisa retched and wailed while the pulling continued until the doctor had artificially given her a uterine prolapse with her cervix clearly sticking out of her vulva. Next she was fitted with straps around her thighs and the threads were bound to those, which meant that her own spread legs kept the pulling threads tight and her cervix in place.

“Now remember,” said the doctor while getting up and out of the way, “the vagina was created to be fucked, the womb was not. So be gentle or she will tear and her womb will snap back inside her body. I also advise not to damage her beyond repair.”

“Yes, yes, you told me,” said the business man while he stepped forward with his pants lowered and his erect penis ready. “I am going to enjoy this a lot,” he said while stroking himself and looking at the spread out victim. Alisa gasped at him with a panic-stricken face.

 

[Doragon]

Chapter 10: Second intermezzo: a rough night​

(Part 3 of 3)

“Aaah, no, no, no!” she whimpered while she watched through her tears how the penis was aiming at her crotch. She couldn’t believe what was happening. Having a stranger’s penis aimed at your crotch in a rape situation was bad enough, but he was planning to shove it in her womb!

“Gaaah,” she cried out when the crown of the man’s penis started pushing against her cervix and was slowly spreading her previously inner passage wider open. With a grunt of pure agony and disgust she felt him sliding into her cervical canal and then reaching into her womb.

“This feels so good,” said the business man with a groan. “Very tight and so warm.”

With gentle movements of his hips he started to fuck her womb, sliding his penis in and out of her inner sanctum without ever pulling back out of her cervix. And since her womb was shorter than his penis, he quickly started to bump into her inner lining when he moved in deeper, gently prodding into the depth of her uterus. Alisa retched violently and howled in agony while she was womb-raped.

“Careful, don’t overdo it,” said the doctor when the man thrust in more eagerly.

“You should totally feel this too,” said the business man while he slowed down a little and kept himself a bit more under control.

“I’ll also have a go,” said the man in black while he helped the guard putting a ring gag in Alisa’s crying mouth, after which he shoved his semi erect penis into her mouth to rub himself to full erection against her tongue and into her throat. At this point the business man started erupting and sprayed his semen directly into the depth of her womb, causing Alisa to convulse in horror, while she choked on the other man’s penis.

Next they switched places. The man in black put his penis into her cervix, also quickly pushing it deep into her womb, while the business man pushed his limp and dirty cock into her wide open mouth. She retched violently while she tasted semen and blood from her own womb.

“Make me hard again,” said the business man while he held his penis into her crying mouth. The man in black held still while her body convulsed and spasmed, enjoying the contractions of her body around his stiff cock, until he too sprayed his semen into her womb.

The business man wasn’t able to get a second erection and the man in black was also done. The doctor felt no inclination to join the men in their adventure, much to Alisa’s relief.

“Maybe she becomes pregnant,” said the business man with a chuckle.

“I wouldn’t count on it,” said the man in black.

“Her body would reject it, because her womb is too stressed,” said the doctor. “besides, she won’t live long enough for us to find out.”

“Too bad, I would have loved seeing a pregnant woman being crucified,” said the business man.

“That would take months to show, moron,” said the man in the black suit.

“We have something else in store for her,” said the doctor, “and you might get your wish. Sort of.”

Alisa wept silently while they talked, feeling beyond despair at this point. The doctor cleaned her womb, not so much to get rid of the semen, but to wash out the blood and check how badly she was torn inside. When he was satisfied only the mucous membranes were damaged, resulting in her kind of menstruating, he released the threads and allowed her womb to move back into her abdomen.

For a while they gave her time to adjust, but kept her tied on the table. Alisa was gasping and panting, her body sweating and trembling as she slowly recovered from the ordeal. She couldn’t believe what they had just done. They had fucked her womb! How incredible sick were these people! She retched every time she thought back to the feeling of a penis sliding in and out of her womb, something she had a really hard time to cope with. But slowly she recovered, her breathing restoring to normal and the pain in her abdomen going back to a dull aching sensation. They gave her some water to drink and when she had recovered enough, the doctor came back to her, sitting once more in front of her still wide open legs.

The doctor pushed the speculum back inside her vagina and stretched her wide open again.

“Time for some adjustments,” said the doctor while inspecting her insides.

“What are you going to do now?” she whispered. “Haven’t you done enough?”

“This,” he showed her a grey plastic object. “It is a PVC non return valve. See? Something can freely flow through from this side, but it is completely blocked from the other side.”

She shook her head in confusion. He smiled at her. He then took the object apart, until her had removed the valve and was left with an empty tube.

“I am going to put this in your cervix. I’ll glue it in place so there’s no need for any actual surgery.”

She gasped and shook her head. “Please no, why would you do that?” she whispered.

“Combined with the non-return valve, we can fill your womb,” he said as if that should have been obvious. “But since you are still bleeding inside, I will for now only put in the tube. The valve will be installed later, once your womb is no longer losing blood.”

He started to poke at her cervix with a metal rod, checking how far she was still dilated, but Alisa started to resist and pull at the straps holding her.

“You have to keep very still or this will really hurt,” said the doctor, placing a hand on her tummy.

“Look at it this way. We’re going to make you feel pregnant. And look like it as well. Isn’t that something, becoming pregnant at the last moments of your life?”

She screamed out loud, at the top of her lungs, her whole body tensed up in a desperate attempt to break free from her straps, but her body lacked the strength for that. Her head was spinning with the insanity of all this. She could not be stopped trashing, not even by the two guards. The doctor had to give her an injection to sedate her, because she could not be calmed down at this point. She lost consciousness and the procedure was performed without any hinderance.

 

[Doragon]

Chapter 11: Preparations​

When Alisa woke up the next morning, it took some time to realize where she was. She had slept long and as deep as if she had been in a coma. When the memories came back to her, she broke in tears, rolling herself up in a ball. She felt how her abdomen felt sore and when more memories came back from last night, she quickly inspected herself. Her vagina was stuffed with cotton and when she pulled it out, she noticed she had been bleeding, though not as much as she would have feared. Then she tried to feel inside herself. If she really tried hard she could push a finger deep enough to touch her cervix, which was aching. And with some difficulty and pushing down she could stick a fingertip inside and feel the hard edge of something. She imagined it was the plastic tube, which had been glued inside the entrance to her womb. For a moment she panicked again and had to fight hard to control her breathing. She looked around the cell with despair, to see if there was anything sharp she could stick inside herself to get it out as her trembling fingers could not reach deep enough. But she found nothing. She tried to push it out, but after a couple of failed attempts she gave up. By this time she was even more sore down there and she felt desperate, but also very tired and despondent. She curled up on the bed and wept.

Mahdi came to her in the late morning and he sat down in front of her. With a glance at her he lit up a cigarette.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like shit,” she answered, her voice still hoarse from all the creaming the night before.

“You look like it as well,” he said. Her naked body was marked with lots of bruises and stripes from having been tortured so badly, but most injuries were invisible as they were internal.

“But the doctor said you recovered well from all this. So we will go ahead with your sentence tomorrow.”

“Bastard,” she panted softly. She had expected them to continue and yet she somehow had hoped someone would finally have pity on her.

“Let’s negotiate,” said Mahdi, blowing out smoke, filling the cell with the stench of cigarettes and nicotine. She shivered as the scent brought her back to everyday life, which now seemed so long ago.

“Do you smoke?” he suddenly asked, taking out his packet of cigarettes, but she shook her head. He shrugged while putting the cigarettes away.

“What’s there to negotiate?” she whispered. “You are going to kill me anyways.”

“The crucifixion is fixed,” he nodded, “and so is the fact that you will be tortured on the cross for three days before you die. But there are other things to talk about.”

She pulled her legs up, wrapped her arms around her knees and leaned against it with her forehead. She expected to cry but the tears didn’t come. She felt actually pretty numb inside at this point.

“What other things,” she asked softly. Mahdi took out a little notebook and flipped through the pages until he found his list of questions for her.

“Would you enjoy having your shirt being ripped off your body once you are on the cross?”

She closed her eyes, feeling tears welling up, and slowly shook her head.

“Alright, that’s a no. There’s no need for the shirt then and you’ll be naked all the way to the end.”

Alisa cringed as this was not the intention of her refusal. She realized that anything she said would make things worse for her.

“I’ve been naked for days already,” she spat softly.

“I know, I just had not realized you were getting used to it,” replied Mahdi as if missing her point.

“Next question,” he said, but Alisa cut him off.

“Spare me the humiliation,” she said. “You are going to make all this as horrible as possible. Why don’t you just kill me and be done with it?”

Mahdi sighed and closed his notebook.

“If it were up to me,” he replied after a little bit of thinking, “I’d be fine with a simple public execution. That’s all the law asks of us. But we have our sponsors to consider.”

“Your sponsors?” she asked incredulous. Mahdi nodded.

“This war is very costly and we need money and weapons. Our sponsors ask of us to have public executions like this now and then. In return for weapons and support.”

Alisa blinked and the journalist awoke inside of her.

“You mean somebody is paying you to… rape and torture women? Who is doing that? Russia?”

Mahdi chuckled and shook his head.

“I am not at liberty to say that, but you met some of them.”

Alisa gasped and gagged. “The men in the suits! They are paying you to torture me, aren’t they?”

Mahdi shrugged while he lit up another cigarette. He didn’t confirm it but also didn’t deny it.

“And they wanted to rape me themselves as well, didn’t they? But without camera… All the rest is filmed though…” She remembered there had been no camera’s in the room where they had tortured and raped her so awfully. But there had been a camera crew all the time while being tortured in public. Like making a movie.

“Gaaahh,” she cried out, tears streaming down her face of pure anger. Up until now she had felt like she was the victim of some rabid religious freaks with a deep dislike of western women. Now she realized she was the star in some horrible snuff movie, probably funded by some criminal governments that supported anything anti-western. She felt sick as she realized how deep the hate went and how depraved the world really was. Instead of declaring war on the West, some countries had others fight that war for them, she already knew that. But to learn how women were raped to quench their hatred, was something she had never thought possible.

“It’s worse,” said Mahdi, guessing what her train of thoughts was all about. “To do really depraved things, some people need a place where laws don’t apply. Zones of the world where there is war and where people are desperate enough to do anything.”

She looked back at him, blinking as she thought about the implications of this statement. He shrugged and added: “Don’t imagine there are only perverse minds in Russia. Those exist in England and the USA as well.”

Alisa almost fainted as she now felt all her illusions ripped away from her. She was being raped by the entire world and nobody cared about her. There was going to be no rescue for her. Instead they filmed her to be enjoyed in circuits of corrupt degenerates all over the world.

“It’s like the circus in Roman times,” said Mahdi while carefully monitoring her state of mind. She didn’t reply anymore but turned into a state of brooding, trying to comprehend the depth of the crimes that were committed against her. It was difficult to come to terms with. Especially since she had no way to let others know about this.

“I’ll be back later,” said Mahdi while he got up. She didn’t reply.


Late in the afternoon they came to collect her again and brought her to a courtyard at the back of the building. There was a pile of wooden beams and two men that appeared to be carpenters. Mahdi was also there, supervising the procedure of taking her measurements.

Alisa was feeling very despondent when they made her lie down on the ground. They measured her arms while they were spread out to the sides and chose a beam that would be long enough. It was a heavy and sturdy looking block of wood, slightly longer than her outstretched arms and a bit wider than her hand. They moved the beam under her shoulders and arms and made her lie on top of it, which was very uncomfortable.

Next they positioned her arms on the beam and discussed if her arms should be fitted straight to the sides or if her hands should be closer to her body with her elbows slightly bent. At least that’s what she thought they were talking about in Arabic, because they adjusted the way her arms were positioned several times while they talked. With chalk they made marks on the wooden beam, next to her wrists.

While they kept her down on the beam they fetched large poles to drop next to her to check if they were long enough. Mahdi kept sending them back when the posts were all too short to his liking. He pointed at her crotch and then at his own eyes, holding his hand out to indicate how high up on the post he wanted her. Alisa shivered as she watched all this happening around her, listening to their voices and the words she could not understand. She got the idea that they wanted her as high up on the cross so that her crotch was at eye-level. None of the beams seemed long enough for that, until Mahdi pointed at the cross beam, made a T with his hands. They made some calculations and seemed to agree on the desired length of the post. He sent them off to fetch it somewhere else in town.

“What’s happening?” she asked with a trembling voice when they had left and she was allowed to get back up.

“They are going to look around town to fetch a pole that’s long enough,” replied Mahdi in a cross tone. “If need be, they can rip a beam out of a building for all I care.”

Alisa was taken back to her cell and they gave her something to eat. Then they left her alone for the rest of the day.

 

[old slave]

Interesting discourse on the financing and morality of it all; is Mahdi just a cog in a system he is not entirely happy with?

 

[Doragon]

Interesting discourse on the financing and morality of it all; is Mahdi just a cog in a system he is not entirely happy with?

Mahdi is a zealot but also an opportunist as he thinks he can use the system. But it has corrupted him and I think he knows it. The purpose of this passage is to flesh him out a bit more and not have him be some cardboard figure, like the guards are. He has more layers that will show in the upcoming parts of the story. And Alisa might also surprise at some point.

 

[Doragon]

Chapter 12: Via dolorosa​

(Part 1 of 2)

Alisa had hardly slept at all. The image and feel of the wooden beams were haunting her and she kept imagining how terrible it was going to be to be crucified. By the time the two women came to wake her, she was already up and sitting on the bed, still debating if she should not try to make a run for it. But it was smart they sent in the women first. They were way too friendly to fight against and the things they had brought with them, melted Alisa’s heart. Not only was there a great breakfast with freshly baked bread, soft cheese, chocolate filled croissants and lots of coffee. They also brought with them cleaning supplies and even make-up. Alisa felt dirty and very hungry after not having been bathed the previous day and also having gotten a little bit to eat all day. She felt her stomach growling and this time she ate with a lot of satisfaction. And while she ate, the two women washed her, combed her hair, rubbed her body with scented oils and put make-up on her face to make her as much presentable as possible. By the time the women were done, her window of opportunity to try to escape had vanished.

Mahdi and the doctor came in, accompanied by the strong guards. The women were sent off and apparently they had done something wrong, because the women were yelled at and kicked, the remains of the breakfast and make-up supplies tossed across the floor.

Alisa was pushed on her back on the bed and told to spread her legs. When she didn’t comply, the guards overwhelmed her and spread her legs for her. She cried out and fought in vain while the doctor prepared a syringe and gave her a strong cocktail of drugs. For a few moments she felt very dizzy and unreal, while the drugs coursed through her body. She then slowly calmed down, feeling a bit detached from the whole situation. Through the haze she saw more than felt the doctor using a speculum on her to inspect her vagina and womb.

“Is she healed enough?” asked Mahdi, who didn’t want to postpone the crucifixion another day.

“Yes, she’s ready to proceed,” said the doctor, “I only need to clean her and install the valve.”

Alisa shivered despite her drugged state, while the doctor used a douche to clean out her womb and vagina, before plugging the tube in her cervix with the no-return valve.

“There,” said the doctor, “now she’s prepared for what you have planned.”

“What are your plans,” whispered Alisa, while she slowly recovered from the drugs.

“We’re going to turn you into an icon,” said Mahdi without explaining anything further. Alisa protested weakly but once the speculum was removed, she was dragged to her feet and taken outside.

Outside, in the front courtyard, she saw the wide crossbeam laying on the floor, with ropes attached to it. Alisa was still recovering from the drugs, but trembled all the same at the sight of it. She was also confused, as she had expected to be brought back to the stage and see the cross waiting there. Apparently they had other plans.

They lifted the crossbeam and she noticed it had a gap in the middle, ready to be fitted onto the standing pole. That was how far she got when they started to lift the heavy beam up and as she got shoved and pushed around, they made her raise her arms and placed the beam on her shoulders, making her carry it. It was immediately heavy and she almost fell when the weight was put on her shoulders. They kept her upright while her wrists were tied to the beam so she could not let it drop. Her knees buckled and she had to bend forward a little to keep the beam steady.

They made her lean back against the wall of the building before Mahdi came up to her with a thin metal chain that was split three ways. There were three strong clips attached to the ends and to Alisa’s shock two clips were attached to her nipples, making her cry out as she felt them biting in her sensitive flesh. For the third clip Mahdi knelt down in front of her and he used his fingers to spread her vulva and pull back the hood of her still enlarged clitoris. With a cry of pain she felt the clip being attached to her little knob.

Alisa leaned back to the wall, shivering while she tried to endure the burning sensation in her nipples and clitoris. They waited until finally Charles and William were brought out. They both looked terrible, their body’s riddled with cuts and bruises, their faces tired and hurt. Upon seeing her, both men had several expressions at once. Regret, pity, anger and fear were clearly struggling to present themselves, but they were not allowed to speak.

Both of them were sporting large erections, probably caused by drugs they had been given. Their cocks and balls had also been tied with a tight leather strap around it. At the underside was a metal ring and the guards fastened ropes to it, which were pulled between their legs. With their backs turned towards Alisa the ropes were then fastened to the chain which was attached to her nipples and clitoris. The two men were installed like they were two horses pulling a cart, which was Alisa. And to add to the humiliation and discomfort, both men got a large heavy boulder to carry on their shoulders, making them lean forward to keep their balance and considerably slowing them down as they walked. The stones appeared to be at least twice as heavy as the beam Alisa had to carry.

“Why would we walk?” asked Charles as they were ordered to move. “You are going to kill us anyways.”

“We will cut off your penises and cut off her tits if you don’t move,” replied Mahdi. “We can crucify her without tits easily.”

“Just go already,” groaned Alisa, not wishing this to become even harder than it already was.

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The procession started. The men were flogged when they went too slow. And as they started walking, Alisa gasped as she felt the chain pulling at her sensitive little knobs, so she had to keep up with them.

Carrying the beam was tough work as it was really heavy. Several times Alisa was stumbling and fighting to regain her balance. And as soon as they started walking down the street, the crowd grew larger at each side of the road. Alisa was very conscious of the fact she was naked while carrying the heavy beam through the streets. Her breasts were swaying and jiggling with every step and especially when she stumbled. Her ass and pussy were also well in view. And if she slowed down too much, the chain pulled at her nipples and clitoris, making her cry out in pain.

Some people started throwing pebbles at them. When hit with the little stones it really hurt. But some took this a bit further by stepping close and really pelt them hard against Alisa’s breasts, which were the main target for most. It hurt a lot when they hit hard and the pebbles left marks on her breasts, in some spots it even tore her skin open, leaving her with little cuts and lots of bruises.

A few boys came up with a game of sneaking up behind Alisa and poking a finger between her buttocks, trying to see if they could stab a finger far enough between her buttocks to hit her anus. Each time they did this, they made Alisa stumble, which in turn caused the guards to flog her on her back and sometimes also on her ass.

Others took great pleasure in lying down on the road in front of her while staring at her naked struggling body, only to roll away from her at the last moment before she reached them. Charles and William had to move to the sides of the road to walk around such cheeky youngsters, but other than that they had no extra trouble as they were painfully ignored in their role of beasts of burden. The guards did not interfere until one boy was too slow to roll away and Alisa tripped over him, falling down on the street. The boy was kicked out of the way, after which they whipped her until she managed to get up again and walk on. The other youngsters were sent off after this.

Street after street they slowly walked through the town. At some point a few girls felt it was funny to throw sharp sand on the street, making their feet hurt and causing them to walk even slower and with more difficulty, gasping as they cut their feet and limped further.

At some point Alisa fell and a woman took pity on her. Before the guards could start whipping the girl, the woman knelt in front of her with a cup of water, letting her drink. The guards allowed this and Alisa was very grateful to the woman.

Charles and William often fell down, finding it harder and harder to carry the big heavy rocks. They tried carry them in front of them or on their shoulders, but their bodies were spent and at some point William couldn’t get it off the street anymore. The boulders were then dispensed and the men were allowed to walk without being burdened. They were fatigued enough to walk slow. Besides, they now also got teased more, especially by women, who liked to slap their erect penises as they walked by.

 

[Doragon]

Chapter 12: Via dolorosa​

(Part 2 of 2)

At some point Alisa couldn’t take it anymore, her body wrecked with pain from the sore muscles, the pulling and jerking at her nipples and clitoris and the carrying of the heavy beam. They took a break and released her from the beam. They made her sit down on the crosspiece. Alisa was panting, the full sun making her body sweat profusely. She got a bottle of water and eagerly drank from it. As she was catching her breath, she looked at the side street just ahead of her. It was empty. She envisioned how she got up and started running down that street, staying ahead of all of them, running like her life depended on it, as it did. But she was even too tired to get up.

Mahdi suddenly stood next to her and he guessed what she was thinking.

“Go ahead,” he said, “get up and run. If you’re fast enough you can escape. I myself won’t stop you.”

She stared into the distance. They were not far from the edge of town. The road went downhill. There was nobody in sight. Mahdi tapped with one foot against her left breast, making her grunt. She looked up at him.

“I think you don’t want to,” he said.

“Want what?” she responded with a hoarse voice.

“Run and escape,” he answered, tapping his boot against her other breast. She winced but didn’t grunt this time.

“You are crazy,” she muttered, taking another sip from her water bottle, while still trying to figure out if she had any chance to escape. Mahdi squatted down beside her and he released the chain from her nipples and clitoris, making her gasp as that in itself hurt quite bad. Especially when the blood flow returned and she realized how her sensitive little knobs had turned numb before just now. But she tried to ignore it and focused on the fact he had actually released her. Again she looked into the distance.

Mahdi picked up a pebble, which he then threw into the empty side street.

“I think you are having too much fun to run away,” he said.

“Wha…?” she gasped in disbelief.

“Yeah, think about it. Have you ever had so many orgasms in such a short time? Or with such intensity? I bet these have been the best orgasms in all of your life. Think about it.”

She scoffed at him, while throwing him an angry look. He smiled back at her.

“Here’s the thing,” he continued. “Imagine the rest of your life in calm and peace. You’d live to an age of what, eighty years old? And all this time there will be nothing. Nothing will happen. And all this time you will remember the events of the past few days. You’ll masturbate to it, trying to get the same intense feelings again, but they will be bleak and empty.”

He kept silent while she listened with a shocked expression on her face. But her thoughts went back to the orgasms she had the previous days. They had been the most intense she ever had and they were still searing her brain. She even felt herself getting wet just thinking about it. As she got wet, she also realized they had not given her any orgasms the previous day. It had been a day of rest. And now she was horny.

“You’re spoiled for the rest of your miserable life,” he continued, seeing her reaction. “The choice is this, many decades of boredom, or three more days with the most intense experience you ever had. I promise you many more orgasms.”

“And death,” she whispered.

“We all die, little girl.” He patted her on the head and stood up while looking around. Then he looked down at her and said “If you don’t believe me, let me show you.”

He held his hand out to her and once she took it he pulled her up to her feet. He turned her around facing the wall and said “Place your hands on your buttocks and lean forward.”

She frowned and looked at the others. Charles and William were a few meters away from her and they had heard it too and frowned at her. But seeing the two guards getting closer, fingering the floggers in their hands, the two men both nodded at her to do as they wanted. She drew in some air and looked back at Mahdi, then turned around and leaned forward while facing the wall. Her head was close to the wall while she placed her hands on her buttocks.

“Use your fingers to spread yourself wide open and hold this position,” said Mahdi while he gestured at some youngsters to approach. Alisa shivered as she complied, pulling her ass cheeks wide. The warmth of the sun played on her anus. Mahdi reached for her and gently fingered her clitoris, making her gasp and causing her knees to buckle. But she kept the position.

“Use your fingers to also spread your cunt lips and keep them wide open.” At the same time he gestured at the youngsters to line up at the other side of the road and he bend to pick up a pebble and tossed it to them. They laughed as they understood his intention and they quickly started collecting more pebbles, little rounded stones, worn by centuries of wind and rolling. Mahdi then stepped aside and the two guards stood next to Charles and William, making sure they would not interfere.

Alisa trembled as she stood there, showing herself to the people behind her. She looked between her legs and saw a whole group of people gathering across the street. Boys, girls but also some older people and even some very old. She shivered because of her exposure, but she also noticed how her vagina was twitching. She felt herself getting very excited. With a shiver she noticed how the people were sharing something, handing each other stones and she whimpered as she understood what they were going to do. But the rising arousal kept her standing there, too curious how it would feel.

The first pebble hit her against the back of her thigh and she gasped as it hurt. A second pebble hit her on the calf, a third on her buttocks, several other missed her completely and impacted against the wall. She raised her head a little to avoid getting hit in the face, while her trembling fingers kept her ass and vulva wide open. Her vagina was by now so wet and aroused, she even pulled her lips a little wider, enjoying the tugging feeling at her clitoris.

More pebbles started to hit her as they were discovering how to throw and where to aim. With regular intervals the stones hit her on the buttocks and thighs now, while the people cheered if they made a hit they appreciated. When a boy managed to hit her between the buttocks, right next to her anus, she gasped in pain, but the crowd cheered even louder now. Again she got hit between the buttocks and then between her pussy lips. That really hurt and her knees buckled. But still she kept her position, panting as she was both scared and aroused.

A pebble hit her precisely on the anus, making her jerk her hips forward in pain. But the pain didn’t linger and she resumed the position, this time feeling her pussy really starting to twitch. More pebbles started to hit her, faster too as more people joined in the game. Mahdi was telling the people in Arabic what to aim for and he even held up money for the first one to really hit something interesting. Alisa’s buttocks and legs were by now covered in red dots.

A pebble hit precisely into the entrance of her vagina and it stuck there. She gasped and was shaking, but still kept position. The people cheered as someone got money from Mahdi. The crowd got even more enthusiastic at that and tried harder. Alisa was trembling while she kept the targets wide open. She could feel the warm stone resting between her lips, teasing the entrance to her vagina. She got hit on the anus, gasping in pain but also grunting with excitement. A stone with sharp edges hit her on the clitoris and she fell forward with a cry, bumping her head against the wall. But again she resumed her position, despite the calls of both Charles and William to stop this madness. Her legs were trembling, her vagina was constantly twitching and squeezing. The stone that was wedged inside the entrance to her vagina was hit hard and she grunted when she felt the stone going deeper, entering her. The prize money went up, more stones rained down on her. Alisa’s legs were shaking, her fingers trembling. She got hit on anus and clitoris several more times and the stone in the entrance of her vagina got knocked past the entrance and she could feel how it was now fully inside her, almost immediately followed by another. She started to convulse as an orgasm hit her and her knees buckled. She let go of her butt and leaned against the wall, legs shaking, her pelvis thrusting into the air, her body visibly convulsing. She dropped to her knees and leaned against the wall. A few more pebbles had hit her on the back, but the rain of stones stopped and the crowd cheered loudly.

Alisa was panting and dazed. She felt a hand on her shoulder and Mahdi said in her ear “Stick around, you’ll love it.”

The final stretch went up the hill just out of town, overlooking an old grave yard. Alisa was carrying her heavy wooden beam again and had a hard time placing one foot for the other. The window of opportunity had closed and Alisa felt confused. Had there really been a chance to escape and had she let it slip past? Was there any truth to what Mahdi had said to her? She felt sick.
Whenever Alisa stumbled and appeared to be falling, the two men were allowed to help her and raise the beam just enough for her to regain her balance. They carried the beam together to the top of the hill.
All this time she kept thinking, why she had not run away and why she had endured the stoning. She had no answers. Mahdi’s words were insane. And yet here she was, almost constantly aroused despite the pain and hardship she was enduring.

Finally they reached the top of the hill. There was a truck with a mounted crane standing there, a very old vehicle, the crane outstretched to the side holding a large metal contraption dangling over the field. But Alisa’s eyes were more drawn towards the large post that was raised here as well. It was squared and it appeared very solid and heavy, buried deep into the ground. At the back there was a ladder placed against it.

 

[Doragon]

Chapter 13: Crucify her​

(Part 1 of 5)

Alisa collapsed on the field, which consisted of little sharp stones and sand, making her injure her knees. She leaned over to take the weight off her knees and gasped as she sat down with her legs sideways. They took the heavy beam off her after untying her wrists and with a gasp she lied down, not caring much at this point that the ground was so uneven.

The camera crew came over to her and started filming her naked body. Up until now she had not really realized they were there, but of course they had filmed her entire journey through town and up this hill. Alisa groaned and tried to turn away from them, not feeling much like being filmed at this point. But then she looked back at them, seeing them better. After the conversation with Mahdi, she no longer thought the camera crew were amateurs and indeed, their equipment was quite professional.

“Shame on you,” she said while looking into the lens. She addressed anyone watching the footage. “My name is Alisa Foxen and I am not guilty,” she added and after drawing in air, she said in a louder tone: “Go to hell everyone!”

She gasped when she felt how suddenly the two guards took hold of her wrists. As they started to drag her across the field, she cried out and quickly used her bare feet to keep up with them while lifting herself up enough to prevent her back being dragged over the sharp stones. When they arrived at the centre of the field, right in front of the huge pole, they turned her over on her front side, pressing her stomach and breasts painfully on the sand and pebbles. They planted a foot between her shoulders and on her lower back to keep her down, while the crowd gathered around, forming a large circle.

Alisa gasped as she was held down and desperately looked around to see what was happening. She noticed the men from earlier were all present, the man in the business suit and the man in the black suit both were carrying megaphones. She also noticed the military man some feet away from her. They were all there to witness what was happening to her. She looked at the camera, wondering if the men were being filmed as well. But she noticed how the camera focused entirely on her.

Mahdi came sitting near her head and he grabbed her hands, straightening them above her head. She looked up at him, tears on her cheeks. He stared back at her without a word. The two men with megaphones started speaking to the crowd. One spoke Arabic, the other translated in English. Alisa cringed when she heard what they were saying.

“So far the punishment has only been meted out by men. But if the she-devil had her way, women would have been her victims. We found evidence that this Western prostitute is of the opinion that all Muslimas should be stripped naked as whores. Girls, mothers and old women alike. She calls this freedom, but it is an insult that should be beaten from her.”
Alisa wept and whimpered “It is not true, that is not what I think!”
“All the women present that are feeling the need to punish this she-devil for her insults are invited to take a stick and beat her with it.”

Alisa cried out. “Please noooo,” she wailed and tried to pull away from the three men holding her down. The two guards moved to her legs and grabbed her ankles, pulling her legs wider and outstretched. She was flat on the sand and writhing in vain against the sharp stones digging in her skin. A line of women was formed and one by one they took a long stick and were invited to walk forward and strike Alisa. The camera filmed it all and the microphone boom was held over her to register her cries.

Most women hit her on her buttocks, some on her shoulders or at the back of her thighs. Alisa wailed and cried with each blow. Some women struck her really hard and vengeful, others hit her soft as if not really meaning it. Those that struck too soft were told to strike a second time. Old women were the meanest. One old crone decided to strike Alisa in her crotch, not once, but three times, until one of the guard told her to stop. There was also a mother with her daughter, who made the child hit her buttocks, which was even more humiliating to Alisa and she wept bitter tears.

All the women present took a turn, as none of them dared refuse. There had been over a hundred women at this point, so Alisa felt beaten raw when they were finally done. Her back was riddled with red stripes and on some spots her skin had broken and she was slightly bleeding. At the end they pulled her to her feet and made her stand in front of the crowd to show her punished backside. The crowd cheered and the women ululated. Alisa wept openly and sobbed that she was so sorry. She finally started to understand how serious they took this.

In the meantime Charles and William, who had been standing nearby to witness the horrible scene, were brought to two opposite chairs, some feet away from the standing pole. The chairs had a hole in the seat and they were placed over metal pipes that were dug into the ground. The pipes were hollow, had a diameter of about 2,5 cm and they stuck out a full 10 cm above the seat of the chairs. The two men tried to fight and resist when they were pushed backwards towards the chairs and both of them required three strong men to push them in position, their anuses pushing down over the metal tubes. Alisa watched in horror when her screaming friends were seated like that.

“First row seats for your friends,” said Mahdi next to her while he also watched. “They’ll enjoy the spectacle from close by, while comfortably seated on a pipe that will function as a drain for their bowel movements. Saves cleaning up the mess.”

“How… how long are those pipes?” stammered Alisa, as if that information would make it less shocking.

“Over a meter,” answered Mahdi, “so it will take some time for them to fill it up.”

Alisa retched as she felt the whole thing was too disgusting to contemplate. But then fear really gripped her heart as she saw the two carpenters lift up the heavy beam she had brought here and they dropped it in front of the large pole. They turned it one side up, adjusted the ropes on it and dropped hammers and large nails next to it.

“It’s time,” said Mahdi, while he took Alisa by the arm and started to move her to the beam.

“NOOO,” she screamed and pulled back, trying to break free from his grasp. Mahdi took hold of both arms and the two guards hurried to help him. They lifted Alisa up and carried her over to the beam while she kicked and pulled, trashing with her whole body, screaming in fear and anger.

“You can’t do this to me!” she shouted, “You filthy barbarians, you motherfuckers, fucking assholes! Let me go!!!!”

Up until this point she had not fought as much or cursed at them very often. Mostly because she had been too scared and also because she didn’t want it all to become worse. Now that the end was near, she had nothing left to lose and she fought with everything she had. However, she was tired from the long walk here while carrying that heavy beam. The punishments had also drained her a lot. So it was easy for the men to subdue her and push her down on the ground with her shoulders on the wooden beam. Her arms were pulled sideways and tied with ropes to hold them in place. They made sure her wrists were flat against the beam so they could not twist.

The two guards pulled at her legs to keep her from kicking and trashing. Alisa kept screaming, but less from anger now as fear really took over. She begged them with everything she had, apologised for everything she had ever done wrong in their eyes.

In despair she said “Please, let me go, I don’t want to die, please!! I’ll promise to give you all blow jobs, as much as you want!”

“See, you learned nothing,” said Mahdi while he knelt next to her. He patted her on her breasts and pinched her nipples, but noticed she didn’t respond to that. He then waved the doctor over and said “I think she needs another shot.”

Alisa whimpered when she saw the doctor standing over her with a syringe that he filled from a small vial.

“What’s that? Oh please, is it a painkiller? Please give me painkillers, I am scared of the pain,” she wept.

“No my dear,” said the doctor with a smile, “It is the opposite of a painkiller. It is what I call a pick-me-up.” He jabbed the needle in her leg and emptied it in her muscle tissue.

“How long for it to take effect?” asked Mahdi.

“Only five minutes,” replied the doctor while he retreated.

“Oh Gods, what have you done,” wailed Alisa and she started weeping. The drugs started to take effect much quicker than the doctor anticipated. She noticed how every colour got a lot brighter and the sun appeared to be hurtful for her eyes. She also noticed a strong tingling sensation all over her body and she could feel the grain of the wood against her arms. Her vagina started to get wet and she involuntarily started to squeeze her thighs together. Mahdi noticed the change and when he pinched her nipples again, the girl moaned loudly.

“She’s ready,” he said to the carpenters.

 

[Doragon]

Chapter 13: Crucify her​

(Part 2 of 5)

“No please,” cried Alisa, writhing with her body, unable to pull her arms free. Her arms were bent at the elbows and formed two V’s from her shoulders to her wrists, which were both pressed onto the beam. Her head was reaching over the beam and this was also as high as she might be able to pull herself up while on the cross.

The carpenters poured something over her wrists and the wood under her arms and she smelled a strong scent of alcohol. They were disinfecting her arms, she realized. Right on her wrists where the terrible nails would be driven through. Were they afraid she might get infections? She cried out and writhed even harder, since this simple act made it even more real to her.

The camera man was close and took close up shot of her writhing body, her naked sex, her twisting form and struggling legs. Alisa cursed and screamed when she saw the man on her right side pick a nail first. The nail was made of clean metal, thick and sturdy with a massive flat head. The point looked extremely sharp.

“No, stop, you can’t do this, please!” she screamed, trying to pull her arm free and ending up twisting her upper body in such a way, they had to use force to put her flat on her back again. In her panic she almost dislocated her shoulder and she was now held down by two men to keep her from twisting her upper body or arm. Her legs were also held down by two men.

The sharp nail got placed on the inside of her wrist, close to her hand and carefully pressed between the tendons while also making sure it aimed straight in between the bones. Alisa started to urinate in fear as the sharp point was pressed into her skin and she saw the carpenter raising the hammer. He aimed twice to make sure he struck true. Missing the nail would break her arm and he also needed to strike hard to be able to punch the nail in one stroke through her wrist. Alisa raised her head and screamed in utter fright, a shrill and terrifying sound.

The hammer struck and the nail punched through her right wrist with precision. In one blow it went through and the sharp point hit the wood beneath her arm. Alisa screamed soundless, her vocal cords no longer able to produce sound with the straining of her neck. She was overwhelmed with the most horrible pain she had ever felt. She slammed her head back but they caught her just in time or she would have broken her neck on the edge of the beam. They held her legs down while her body was writhing, her back arching, her hips jerking into the air. The hammer struck a second time, driving the nail into the wood. Alisa convulsed in pure agony. A third and fourth time was the nail driven deeper, until only a little bit was left, the head of the nail now very close to her skin. With little taps of the hammer it was driven a little further still, until the head of the nail was almost pushing against her skin, enough to limit the movement or twisting of her arm. The carpenter then handed his hammer over to the other, who was already holding the nail to her left wrist.

Alisa was still screaming without making much sound, but the spasm of her body were all the more indication for the terrible pain she endured. The drugs kept her awake the whole time and her heightened senses had made this even more painful than it normally would have been. When the second nail was driven through her left wrist with a hard and precise blow, she again used everything she had to try and pull herself free. Her body managed to arch upward before somebody pushed her down again. She tried to shake her head from left to right while screaming, but they held her head tight to prevent her from damaging herself. Everybody was amazed at how much strength this little woman had in her body, fighting as she was for dear life. But it still was a lost cause and with a few more blows of the hammer and a little tapping on the nail afterwards, her left arm was also nailed to the beam.

Both her arms were throbbing with excruciating pain. Her arms felt as if they had been cut off or sawn through. She tried to see if she still had hands because she could not feel them. They allowed her to move her head a little and she could see her wrist, the nail head pressing against it and a little trickle of blood seeping on the beam. She was surprised to see so little blood. In her mind it should have been a complete bloodbath, because that’s how painful it was.

They poured more disinfectant alcohol over both nailed wrists, which added to the pain but washed away the blood. They also threw water over her body to cool her down and poured some in her mouth to drink. Slowly she calmed down a bit, though she was now constantly weeping, tears running down her temples and into her hair. She tried to pull at her wrists, desperately wanting to free herself, but even the tiniest movement made her scream in sheer agony again.

Two trestles were placed on either side of her and the carpenters slowly started to lift the beam, while others supported Alisa’s upper body to guide her into a sitting position. With every movement of the beam or her arms, Alisa cried out hoarsely, cursing under her breath. By now she refrained from fighting and kicking, avoiding any unnecessary movement. She was frozen in terror and they were moving her like a mannequin at this point. When she was positioned sitting up, legs outstretched in front of her, they placed the beam on the trestles and made sure it didn’t shift. By doing this they had rotated the beam 90 degrees so it was in the right position to be lifted up to the pole behind her. They checked if her wrists were also in the right angle and adjusted the ropes around her arms and hands to help support her weight. When they were satisfied it was all according to plan, they allowed the two women that had been taken care of her for days, to come and clean her up a little. They retied her hair into a tail, making sure she could move her head freely without her long hair catching on anything and making sure her hair would not cover her chest. The women also smeared sun cream on her face and body to protect her from the sun.

 

[Doragon]

Chapter 13: Crucify her​

(Part 3 of 5)

The next phase had Alisa shaking all over as the crane was set to work. The metal contraption was lowered behind her and the v-shaped metal frame with the metal hooks was fitted precisely under and around the beam. The teeth of the contraption that fitted around the beam would make certain it was lifted horizontally and not tilt over with her wrist twisting down or back, in which case her arms would likely break. By lifting it straight up, she would hang from her wrists but straight down at the right angle. When the crane started to lift, Alisa once more screamed in agony, because the beam started to be pulled up and her wrist were painfully raised as well. The beam was quickly raising over her head and her wrists had to pivot a little around the nails holding her in place, making her dizzy with pain. They helped her up to her feet along with the rising beam, which kept getting higher and higher, forcing her to stretch her arms at an angle raised at her shoulders. Her head was way below the beam when she got lifted up to her toes. The pulling force was much greater than her weight so she easily got lifted up off the ground and she screamed in absolute terror and agony when she now hung by her arms. And higher up it still went, slowly bringing her over to the large pole. They brought her with her back against the pole and the woman felt how her body scraped against the rough wood while she rose up against it. Through her tears she saw the crowd gazing up at her rising body. She was shaking bad from both the pain and the immense fear she was sensing. Normally she wasn’t afraid of heights, but hanging from her wrists while being lifted higher and higher certainly made her fear heights for the rest of her life, no matter how short that was going to be.

With a grunt she felt the beam jerking backwards when it reached the top of the pole and swung into place. One of the carpenters had climbed the ladder and was guiding the beam in position. The pole fitted into a slot at the underside of the beam. Huge bolts were pushed into the aligned holes of the beam and the pole and tightened with a wrench, merging the wooden pieces together to a huge T-shape.

Alisa was shaking all over and suffering horribly while she hung at the beam, her wrists aching with excruciating pain but also her arms and shoulders aching from carrying all her weight. She also felt it was hard to breath by hanging this way and she felt how the height made her dizzy. However, that was all still nothing compared to what she felt when the carpenters started to untie the ropes that had held her wrists in place up until now. They had left those on for extra support, but now she was up, she was supposed to be held to the cross by the nails only. When Alisa felt the increasing amount of pain when she was only hanging by the nails through her wrists, she once again screamed as hard as she could and couldn’t help kicking with her legs, making it even worse. They grabbed her feet from below to make sure she didn’t move too wildly, but seeing how the nails held perfectly, they didn’t really do much to stop her from moving her body. She writhed in agony and panic. Her hoarse voice kept begging for mercy, pleading with them not to kill her. Since her voice had broken, not many people could hear her though, only those close to the cross.

“It is time to nail her feet,” she heard somebody say below. They were not so far below actually, since her crotch was at eye level for most of the men around her, but to her it felt like she was towering over everybody.

“No…. not my feet… “ she wept and she tried lifting her legs way up, curling her toes and kicking at the hands grabbing at her ankles. It didn’t take much effort to take hold of her legs though and soon they were pulling and positioning her legs in the right position. To Alisa’s horror they were pushing her legs up, bending her knees and spreading her legs by placing her feet flat against the side of the square pole. This caused her crotch to become entirely visible for anyone below. The crowd had an excellent view between her widely spread legs, seeing both her buttocks, her anus and her vagina. They tied straps around her feet, tightening them with a ratchet, fixing her in this squatting position.

“See if you can push yourself up with your feet,” they asked her. Alisa gasped and shook her head, expecting it would hurt too much. But after a couple of refusals, she noticed how they brought over a flogger and she screamed silently when they started to flog her legs. With some haste she curled her hands into fists and started to push herself up with her legs, crying out as the movement caused her wrists to move around the nails, causing tremendous pain in her arms. But she still manged to get herself up, lifting herself higher up until her head was almost at the height of the crossbeam. When they wanted her to push higher still, she couldn’t and they noticed how her ankles were bent to the limit. They lifted her up by a hand on her crotch and adjusted the straps while placing her feet more at an angle, her toes slightly sticking out to the front. Now her ankles could bend more easily and she could lift herself higher and also when she lowered herself her ankles didn’t get locked. She could now choose to lower herself into a squatting position against the cross or raise herself up in an almost standing position, though her knees were always bent and her crotch remained open and visible, precisely how they had planned it.

One of the carpenters got out the nails and hammer while the other used his hand on her crotch to push her up a little, making her sit on his hand. Just in case she fainted and suddenly crashed down, possibly breaking her arms. Once her feet were nailed, she could faint all she wanted but not right now. Not that she was likely to faint because she was so high on drugs and adrenaline, it was impossible for her not to register everything tenfold as sharp as she normally would. However, nailing feet was way more painful than wrists and they had seen what that had done with her.

Alisa was shaking bad when they placed the first nail against her left foot. She started begging them again to please let her live, let her down, set her free, have mercy on her. A hard blow with the hammer stopped all that and she screamed out in a silent cry and started to convulse, suddenly vomiting from high above. The carpenters could barely move out of the way and both of them caught some on it, cursing the woman for being such a baby. The hammer was then used to hit the nail four more times before a little tapping made sure the nail head was neatly pressing down on her foot. The nail had been driven between several bones in her foot, giving it some flexibility but also strength enough to carry her weight, even if she had to lift herself with only one foot. The other foot was next and soon she was screaming a second time as the hammer drove the last and final nail deep into her foot and into the wood under it. When they were done they removed the straps and let her feet rest purely on the metal nails driven through, which was even more painful.

Alisa was shaking and panting while she was hanging from the cross. Her arms were ablaze, as were her feet. She could hardly breathe for each movement hurt like hell. She was in an almost squatting position, mostly hanging from her arms, which made it harder to breath because of the angle of her shoulders and chest. Her ribs were sticking out and her chest was rising and falling with her shallow but fast breathing. Her legs started to cramp and she wanted nothing more than lift herself up a little. However, pushing only the slightest bit with her legs, caused her feet to ache so bad, she felt her head spinning. And pulling at her arms made her retch in pain. She closed her eyes and panted shallow, counting the breaths she was taking, concentrating on enduring the pain.

How long did she need to endure this, she wondered. She suddenly panicked as she realized she would have to die to make this pain stop. With a cry she pulled with her wrists and feet, trying in panic to pull herself free from the nails that held her to the cross, but even the slightest pulling caused such terrible pains, she vomited again. She fell back into a slumping position, panting and crying, her whole body trembling with despair. It took some time for her to calm down again.

Alisa had trouble focusing and had lost all sense of time. The blazing pain in her wrists and feet were radiating through her limbs and the only way she could endure that, was by holding as still as possible and even breath as little as she could. But her position was in itself also causing cramps and she was growing more and more tired. Muscles started to ache and since she was breathing so shallow, she was slowly running out of air. This finally caused her body to respond and sometimes she did pull at her arms or push with her legs, or squirmed a bit sideways, her body moving on its own accord in order to find a better breathing position. However, pulling or pushing against the nails embedded in her wrists and feet was so painful, she ended up freezing and slumping down again each time she tried to find some relief.

After a while they placed a wooden step in front of her and Mahdi climbed on it to bring himself between her spread knees, his face close to hers. Her stroked her face with his fingers and when he got her attention he asked her how she was feeling.

“It hurts,” she whispered, “Please, you made you point,” she added, speaking slow and with short breaths. “Can I go home now?“

“You haven’t been up here long enough,” answered Mahdi.

“How… how long?” she asked panting.

“It’s been an hour now,” he said, “there’s still almost the full three days ahead of you.”

She groaned and started weeping. Time was really going slow for her at this point and hell was going to be long and terrible.

“Just… end it,” she whispered, dreading the horrible struggles ahead of her more than death itself.

Mahdi noticed her despair and it was expected. But they needed her fighting and moving, otherwise her circulation would come to a stop. Not that he cared if her toes and fingers started to die off, but he wanted to stretch her suffering to the full three days. He started to rub his hands over her breasts. Her skin felt warm, like she was sunbathing. She was sweaty and sticky from the sun lotion they had used on her. He rubbed his fingers over het nipples and pinched the little knobs he tried to make them erect. With a groan Alisa felt her sexuality re-awakening.

“Ple…please no,” she whispered and coughed.

Next he moved a hand to her groin and started to finger her vagina, slipping between her lips, rubbing around and over her clitoris. She twisted her body a little, as if trying to escape the fingers, but her movement caused so much pain in her wrists and feet, she abandoned that idea and let him fondle her. However, his fondling caused her body to respond and she felt herself getting wet, the tingling sensation in her vagina slowly rising.

“What do you want from me?” she gasped softly, confused about feeling so much pain and rising lust at the same time.

“Just enjoy this,” he said in a soft tone and he kept rubbing her slit while looking into her eyes. Each time he flicked her clitoris, he saw a response in her eyes. A few times she closed her eyes and moaned softly, but often she looked back into his, a puzzled expression on her face. Her breathing quickened and it was clear she was getting more aroused.

“Bastard,” she groaned. He didn’t respond and kept fingering her. He knew she had to come from far, but he had time. He also knew her body would seize every opportunity to feel something else than pain, misery and imminent death. Her instincts would soon take over.

 

[Doragon]

Chapter 13: Crucify her​

(Part 4 of 5)

Alisa turned her head a little, breaking eye contact with her tormentor. Behind him she looked over the field. People had been leaving apparently, as there were far less now. But those that stuck around were putting down blankets and they were making themselves comfortable. Some even set up parasols against the sunlight, which was quickly getting hotter as it grew later in the morning. In her mind she saw images of picknicks in the past. London, in the park, friends bringing bread and wine. She shivered and closed her eyes when a wave of lust ran through her body. The pain in her wrists and feet was slowly growing less sharp, more like a deep throbbing ache. Apparently the endorphins she was releasing because of her sexual stimulation, were doing their job.

Mahdi patted her gently against her wet vulva and said “It’s time for you to push yourself up.” She looked back into his eyes, again with a puzzled expression.

“Come on, push yourself higher,” he said. She shook her head. He sought her clitoris with his fingers and pinched. She gasped, but again shook her head.

“I’ll make you cum if you push yourself up as high as you can,” he said, pinching harder.

She gave a hoarse cry and her hips jerked, causing painful tremors through her feet and wrists.

“I hate you!” she said through gritted teeth. She tried to push herself up a little by using her feet but was shocked at how much pain shot through her tortured feet the moment she pressed her aching wounds against the awful nails. She felt nauseous with pain and stopped, but Mahdi kept torturing her clitoris, making that more painful all the time. Again she tried to push herself up, helping her feet by pulling with her arms. Her wrists now also exploded in sharp and most horrible pain. She shook her head while her body trembled all over. She let herself hang down again, a desperate expression on her face.

“I can’t,” she whispered, breathing fast and trembling all over.

“You can do it, come on, you will see you can breathe easier up there.”

He pushed a finger into her slit and moved it around inside her vagina, making her gasp with the sudden lust she experienced. His finger discovered two pebbles that were still inside her vagina and he grinned as he moved the little stones around inside her, making no attempt to get them out. The pebbles of course were a leftover from her encounter with the inhabitants of this town earlier. Alisa didn’t notice, except that his moving finger felt very intense. Oh she definitely wanted more of that and she moaned softly.

With great effort she forced her muscles to tighten again and as she tried to ignore the horrible pain in her feet and wrists, she slowly started to move up on the cross. It was extremely hard to do for the first time. Her muscles were trembling with tension and her body squirmed in sheer agony. Mahdi kept fingerfucking her while she went up, stimulating her while she was fighting with the pain. She breathed sharp and shallow, sometimes gasping and retching in agony. But finally she managed to lift herself up to a point where her head was raised higher than the crossbeam.

“Just a little bit further,” said Mahdi who could now kiss her nipples, because that was how much higher she was. The girl gasped when he licked her nipples and with a last push she managed to take a position which stretched her body out as much as possible. Her arms were now bent, her legs somewhat straightened out, though still bending at the knees, but her ankles were not taking any further bending so she could not fully stretch out.

Alisa gasped in relief as she felt how much easier she could suck in air into her lungs and she panted deeply while she tried to cope with the searing pain in her feet and wrists. Mahdi kept masturbating her vulva and licking her nipples, making her squirm. But just when she felt herself getting close to an orgasm, he suddenly stopped.

Alisa opened her eyes and looked down while she felt Mahdi putting his hand on the cross, his wrist pushing against her vulva and butt. He tried to raise her a little bit higher still while telling her to stay up. She was now kind of sitting on his underarm. She blinked when she watched one of the carpenters reaching around Mahdi with a power drill. The sound of the machine drilling into the wood, made her cringe. The tremors going through the wood sent pain through her nailed wrists and feet, almost feeling like her wounds were being poked at and she cried out in horror. What were they doing?

The carpenter drilled through the pole. The place where he drilled was between her legs, at a point she had passed when she raised herself. A second hole was drilled right below this, also all the way through. When he was finished drilling, he handed the machine to the other carpenter and received a piece of wood in return, which had two metal rods sticking out or actually through it. Alisa gasped when she recognised the piece of wood. It was the shaped pole they had made her sit on two days ago, or at least the top of it. She clearly recognized it and involuntarily her vagina clamped up in remembrance of that ordeal.

“Oh please,” she whimpered, squirming while Mahdi held her in place.

Dreading what they were doing she twisted her upper body a little to try and see what was going on. She noticed how the two metal rods were threaded and there were nuts and washers on it. The carpenter pushed the metal bolts into the holes in the cross, moving it entirely through and started to fasten nuts to the back of it, fastening the contraption in such a way the wooden peg with the finial was aiming upward.

“What is that for,” she whispered, cringing as she dreaded the answer.

“It is something to sit on,” said Mahdi while the carpenters finished attaching it to the cross.

“But we don’t want it in your pussy, since your cervix is blocked. This is for your ass only.”

She groaned and tried to push herself higher up the cross, as if trying to escape the pole as far as possible. But Mahdi stopped lifting her up and she grunted when all her weight was once more on the nails in her wrists and feet. With a cry and a sob she started to sink lower, unable to keep herself up any longer. Mahdi guided her and then checked to see if she was aligned properly. The carpenters adjusted the position of the stick by tightening and loosening bolts, putting the contraption just a little bit closer to the cross. Mahdi then tested to see if she could get on the stick with her pussy by tilting her pelvis, but she fell short and could not reach that far. The alignment with her anus was perfect.

Alisa cried out when they made her push her anus on the acorn shaped rounded top of the finial. At first this hurt, but her anus was tight enough to carry some of her weight and this made it less painful for her arms and legs. As she sat on the peg while breathing heavily, she noticed how her lower back was slightly touching the rough wood of the cross. She was not going to get stuck between the finial and the cross, but she could not decide if that was a good or a bad thing.

“Well, have fun with your little toy,” said Mahdi while he stepped down from the wooden step, leaving Alisa hanging from the crotch by her arms and legs, her anus pressed on the top of the stick.

“W…wait,” she gasped, “you promised… to give me… an orgasm.”

She blushed as she spoke those words, ashamed and at the same time angry with herself. Mahdi smiled widely and nodded.

“You are right,” he replied, “I almost forgot. Thank you for reminding me.”

He climbed back on the wooden steps and resumed fingering her slit with one hand, while massaging around her anus with the other. Alias gasped and groaned as she felt her anus folding around the top of the finial while her clitoris and also the insides of her vagina were stimulated. When the orgasm hit her, she gasped with convulsions, her body torn between horrible pain in her limbs while her body rocked with the waves of lust flowing through her.

She shivered when Mahdi stepped down again with a pat on her thigh to let her know she did well. She was still struggling with being aroused at the same time as suffering tremendous pain. And this was extremely humiliating again, to be hanging in front of the crowd, legs spread wide open, a stick pushing into her anus. She looked at the crowd. Some had come over to look at the scene, others were busy preparing lunch on their picknick blankets. And suddenly she spotted the executioner coming over to her. He was a man you could hardly miss. His bulky large shape and black hood were already terrifying, but Alisa also had her experience with the brutality of the man and seeing him carry the cat o’ nine tails with him, she whimpered and started writhing.

 

[Doragon]

Chapter 13: Crucify her​

(Part 5 of 5)

“Leave her alone!” shouted Charles, having watched everything so far without being able to do anything about it. He himself was still tied on a chair with a big metal pole up his butt. Every time he commented or protested, someone would beat the crap out of him, but he couldn’t just sit by and let this happen without being heard.

“Hasn’t she suffered enough?” he cried out hoarsely. “Aren’t you assholes done with her yet? What did she ever do to you? You fucking bastards!”

Mahdi walked up to him, a chilling expression on his face, while he gestured at the assistants to remove the prisoners ropes and pull him up to his feet.

“If you care for her so much, go and take care of her, you imbecile,” said Mahdi cold.

Charles got dragged to the cross while they replaced the steps in front of Alisa. She groaned softly when she saw Charles being forced to climb up and move between her spread knees. Since he was taller than Mahdi, he was looking Alisa in the eyes even while she was still in a mostly raised position on the cross.

“Careful,” she whimpered when he bumped against her aching body.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, not intending to push up against her, but being shoved by one of the assistants. “Maybe this will help a little,” he said even softer and he moved his arms under her armpits and grabbed the cross beam from the back side while letting her lean on him. She gasped but was indeed glad to have somebody try to help her carry some of her weight. Her wrists were certainly appreciating that.

“I might not be able to keep still,” he added and Alisa glanced over his shoulder, sucking in air when she saw the executioner getting ready to strike with the cat. It was Charles who was going to catch the lashes for her as he covered most of her body.

When the cat struck Charles on the buttocks, the man grunted softly, trying to keep as still as he could. Alisa was suddenly overwhelmed with both gratitude and compassion and she pressed her lips on Charles’ to thank him. He kissed her back and they then stood locked together while the cat struck him repeatedly on his shoulders, buttocks and legs. Each time he gave a soft grunt, muffled by their kiss and each time he jerked against her warm soft body. She grunted back into his mouth. He felt his erection growing against her smooth pubic mound. Alisa noticed this as well and squirmed a little. Did he ever not have an erection, she panicked? But she knew he was of course still drugged, as he permanently was the last few days and the kiss actually felt exciting to her as well.

Mahdi stepped up to them and gestured at the executioner to wait. He reached between them, taking hold of the erection of Charles.

“Let me help you little love birds,” he said while he manipulated the stiff penis of Charles into Alisa’s vulva.

“You are a monster!” hissed Alisa at him and she spat on him. Charles also looked at the man in disgust and said “I truly hope somebody will cut off your head some day!”

Mahdi chuckled and briskly walked over to William, saying out loud “Let’s make this more interesting!” He made the assistants release William and push him over to the cross as well. The man got pushed behind his friend on the small steps and he could only keep his balance by embracing both Charles and Alisa. William grunted when Mahdi pushed him closer against his friend, his erection sliding against the sweaty bottom of the man that was now wedged between them.

“Don’t you dare,” hissed William to Mahdi, who shrugged back at him.

“This is your chance to fuck him, but if you don’t want to cum…”

The executioner started to whip William with all his might, striking terrible blows on the backside of the man, who jerked violently and cried out, pressing Charles tighter against Alisa. To the crowd it appeared the three were now fucking each other and they started jeering and throwing stones at them. In the meantime Charles was growing inside Alisa, who felt him penetrating her vagina deeper still. He was pushed against her with jerks and since he felt her tight vagina clenching around his stiff cock, he couldn’t stop himself from actively participating in the forced fucking. His cock was also greatly aroused by the two pebbles inside her vagina, though this was something they didn’t know about. Alisa wept and cried as she felt him fucking her, humiliated and hurt. If it had been only Charles she might have been aroused by the fucking as well, but in this situation she only felt suffering and she felt raped by the whole world.

“I can’t help myself,” groaned Charles with tears in his eyes. William cried out while his backside was being torn open by the whip lashes. Alisa looked up in absolute agony and despair. She wailed when she felt Charles erupting inside of her, his warm semen squirting inside her body.

William finally let go of them and fell backwards, too severely hurt to continue and take more of it. Charles also stumbled back, apologizing to the weeping woman on the cross. He was dragged back to his seat and despite his cursing, shouting and struggling he was shoved back on the chair and the metal pole in his butt. Not William though.

Mahdi knelt beside the man and said “It’s tough, right? You keep getting punished while he gets to fuck the girl?” He pointed with his thumb at Charles.

“How about you have a go at it?” He nodded with his head in the direction of the naked woman on the cross. William glanced up at her and he knew Mahdi was right. Even just now Charles had fucked her, while he got whipped for it. It wasn’t fair. He looked at Mahdi and said “I’ll fuck her if you want, but no whipping this time.” Mahdi smiled and said “No whipping, she’s all yours.”

Alisa saw William climbing on the steps and take his position between her spread thighs.

“Please,” she whimpered softly.

“This is finally happening, bitch,” said William cruelly. He had been forced to fuck her ass before, but so far her pussy had been denied to him. He took his erect penis in his hand, pushed forward and shoved it inside her. Alisa wailed when she felt him entering her body. He was not being careful like Charles had been. He didn’t support her body and even put his hands on her hips to tilt her pelvis a little so he was at a better angle. This pushed her anus down on the wooden peg her ass was resting on and she groaned in agony. Then he started fucking her, with hard and deep thrusts. Alisa cried and wailed as she was being raped. Every thrust and push he gave against her body, caused her wrists and feet to hurt horribly. Her vagina was also aching from his hard thrusts.

“Push her on the stake,” said Mahdi nearby. William looked at him, thought about it and then nodded slowly. He moved his hands to her butt and lifted her up from the peg before pushing her bottom down on it again, forcing her anus to open to the wooden acorn. She wailed when he pressed her down on it, pushing her anus further down over the acorn. He then resumed fucking her and grunted “Hope you like this, bitch. Because I have had quite enough of this.”

Every time William thrust his cock into her, he lifted her up a little, making her anus slip up from the acorn. But his hands kept pushing her back down on it, so she was effectively fucked both vaginally and anally. The jerking caused horrible pain in her wrists and feet as well. She was in a hell of pain. And William took his time, his brutal rape extended by his inability to come quickly. He fucked her hard and brutal. Until Alisa felt she could not take any more. She was mostly unconscious by the time he finally filled her up with a big load, adding it to the semen of Charles in her womb, where it was trapped by the one-way valve in her cervix.

Alisa collapsed and slumped down. She was barely conscious while hanging in an almost squatting position, most of her weight carried by her arms, her lower body in front of the spike after having been dislodged from it during the final attack on her body. They left her hanging for a while. In fact, for some time nobody gave her any attention and she was left in her own world of pain. William was patted on the back by the executioner and the assistants moved him to a different chair, one that did not have a pole for his anus. He was rewarded with a more comfortable first row seat and they even gave him water to drink.

 

[Doragon]

Chapter 14: First day of crucifixion – torture and games​

(Part 1 of 2)

Alisa was crucified. She was hanging by her nailed wrists and feet at the massive wooden beam and pole that formed the T-shaped cross. The sun was bright and hot, making her feel like she was slowly cooked. Sweat poured down her face and into her eyes, causing her to blink first when she opened her eyes and even then she only saw the world as through a haze. The pain in her arms and legs was excruciating. The wounds were throbbing and every movement was sheer torture. At the same time she did notice how the pain had become duller over time, less sharp and less overwhelming. Breathing however was hard and sometimes she carefully pushed herself up, crying out in pain when she did that, but relieved when she could breathe easier in a raised up position. Sometimes she tried to rest her buttocks on the top of the wooden finial to rest a little. But she never managed to sit on it for long and even though she changed from her left to her right buttocks and back again for some time, it didn’t bring her enough comfort. Then she gave in to the desire to take some weight off her aching limbs and pushed her anus on top of the stake. But that too hurt and she didn’t sit on it for long, because she sensed how her anus stretched and she threatened to sink down on it further. So she usually ended pushing her hips forward and lowering herself in front of the stake into an almost squatting position, her lower back pressed against the wooden implement, making this even less comfortable. And her muscles were cramping soon enough so she just had to raise herself up again. The up and down movements took her several minutes each time, resulting in a slow dance of rising and lowering herself.

The crowd watched this for quite some time, but after only a couple of hours, she visibly started to move slower and with more fatigue. Mahdi assured them the end was not near and they would come up with means to keep the whore alive for a few more days. And to prove this he and the assistants took actions to wake Alisa up again.

They put a hose with water on her, spraying her overheated body enough to cool her down. They also brought something to eat and drink to her, though only a very limited amount of food as they didn’t want her vomiting or crapping herself all the time. They gave her some sour crackers to eat, nothing more. Water she could drink all she wanted, because it was fun to see her pissing, which she did regularly, both out of pain and misery, and also out of the need to vacate her bladder. At first this had been very humiliating to her. The crowd loved it, seeing her stream of urine coming from her exposed crotch and coming down in an arc. After she urinated, one of the assistants usually brought her more water to drink and soon after she had to pee another time. After a few times it stopped bothering her that it was visible to all when she urinated. And soon the crowd also got bored seeing her dance and wet herself all the time.

Mahdi decided it was time to bring some entertainment to the crowd and he asked the women to form a line. Each of them was invited to deal out some form of punishment to the woman on the cross. Alisa blinked as she saw the line forming and noticed how most women were holding branches or switches made from flexible wood in their hands.

The first woman that came up to her was holding a switch and she struck her on her inner thighs. Alisa writhed and cried, not so much because of the pain, but because of the humiliation. Somehow it was more terrible to be hit by women than by men, not because they hit harder, but because it was far more humiliating. She kept feeling like these women should be her allies, not her tormentors.

The women came past one by one, each one slapping her inner thighs with one of two strokes. To make it worse some women had their children with them and they were raised up to strike the woman on her legs as well. Those strokes were often very soft, hardly painful at all, but it was the most humiliating thing so far. To be completely naked, spread wide open, on a cross and then being whipped by women! Alisa really wanted to die at this point.

When the younger women had passed, the older women lined up. Alisa gasped as she noticed how some of them were holding cleaning brushes. The first one stepping up to her, started to scrub her inner thighs and Alisa wailed while she pushed herself way up on the cross. She was unable to escape the terrible brush though and soon her thighs were red and stinging from the scrubbing women that one by one tortured her thighs. Another woman used her cleaning brush on Alisa’s vulva and scrubbed her until her lips and slit were bright red and swollen. Alisa writhed and squirmed, rising and dropping her body on the cross, unable to escape the cruel scrubbing experience.

Next came a woman holding a needle and she used that to prick Alisa in her inner thighs, leaving tiny red dots where the needle punctured her skin. Combined with more scrubbing her blood now coloured her skin even darker red. But it got even worse when a woman stabbed her needle a couple of times in Alisa’s vulva, puncturing her lips and colouring her genital area with blood as well. Alisa screamed, writhed and squirmed, begging for mercy with a hoarse voice, stammering in agony.

When the line of women ended, Alisa was given some time to recover. She was aching all over and felt tired. But the worst thing was that her thighs and vulva started itching where she had been scrubbed with the dry brushes. She tried to raise herself up a little and tilt her pelvis, trying to rub her itching vulva against the wooden finial, but she couldn’t reach it. Instead she sat down on it with her anus, trying to find some rest, though she was never able to sit down on it for longer than a minute. And each time she pushed herself down on it, she felt how her anus was taking in slightly more of the rounded top of the finial.

 

[nicole]

Chapter 14: First day of crucifixion – torture and games​

(Part 1 of 2)

Alisa was crucified. She was hanging by her nailed wrists and feet at the massive wooden beam and pole that formed the T-shaped cross. The sun was bright and hot, making her feel like she was slowly cooked. Sweat poured down her face and into her eyes, causing her to blink first when she opened her eyes and even then she only saw the world as through a haze. The pain in her arms and legs was excruciating. The wounds were throbbing and every movement was sheer torture. At the same time she did notice how the pain had become duller over time, less sharp and less overwhelming. Breathing however was hard and sometimes she carefully pushed herself up, crying out in pain when she did that, but relieved when she could breathe easier in a raised up position. Sometimes she tried to rest her buttocks on the top of the wooden finial to rest a little. But she never managed to sit on it for long and even though she changed from her left to her right buttocks and back again for some time, it didn’t bring her enough comfort. Then she gave in to the desire to take some weight off her aching limbs and pushed her anus on top of the stake. But that too hurt and she didn’t sit on it for long, because she sensed how her anus stretched and she threatened to sink down on it further. So she usually ended pushing her hips forward and lowering herself in front of the stake into an almost squatting position, her lower back pressed against the wooden implement, making this even less comfortable. And her muscles were cramping soon enough so she just had to raise herself up again. The up and down movements took her several minutes each time, resulting in a slow dance of rising and lowering herself.

The crowd watched this for quite some time, but after only a couple of hours, she visibly started to move slower and with more fatigue. Mahdi assured them the end was not near and they would come up with means to keep the whore alive for a few more days. And to prove this he and the assistants took actions to wake Alisa up again.

They put a hose with water on her, spraying her overheated body enough to cool her down. They also brought something to eat and drink to her, though only a very limited amount of food as they didn’t want her vomiting or crapping herself all the time. They gave her some sour crackers to eat, nothing more. Water she could drink all she wanted, because it was fun to see her pissing, which she did regularly, both out of pain and misery, and also out of the need to vacate her bladder. At first this had been very humiliating to her. The crowd loved it, seeing her stream of urine coming from her exposed crotch and coming down in an arc. After she urinated, one of the assistants usually brought her more water to drink and soon after she had to pee another time. After a few times it stopped bothering her that it was visible to all when she urinated. And soon the crowd also got bored seeing her dance and wet herself all the time.

Mahdi decided it was time to bring some entertainment to the crowd and he asked the women to form a line. Each of them was invited to deal out some form of punishment to the woman on the cross. Alisa blinked as she saw the line forming and noticed how most women were holding branches or switches made from flexible wood in their hands.

The first woman that came up to her was holding a switch and she struck her on her inner thighs. Alisa writhed and cried, not so much because of the pain, but because of the humiliation. Somehow it was more terrible to be hit by women than by men, not because they hit harder, but because it was far more humiliating. She kept feeling like these women should be her allies, not her tormentors.

The women came past one by one, each one slapping her inner thighs with one of two strokes. To make it worse some women had their children with them and they were raised up to strike the woman on her legs as well. Those strokes were often very soft, hardly painful at all, but it was the most humiliating thing so far. To be completely naked, spread wide open, on a cross and then being whipped by women! Alisa really wanted to die at this point.

When the younger women had passed, the older women lined up. Alisa gasped as she noticed how some of them were holding cleaning brushes. The first one stepping up to her, started to scrub her inner thighs and Alisa wailed while she pushed herself way up on the cross. She was unable to escape the terrible brush though and soon her thighs were red and stinging from the scrubbing women that one by one tortured her thighs. Another woman used her cleaning brush on Alisa’s vulva and scrubbed her until her lips and slit were bright red and swollen. Alisa writhed and squirmed, rising and dropping her body on the cross, unable to escape the cruel scrubbing experience.

Next came a woman holding a needle and she used that to prick Alisa in her inner thighs, leaving tiny red dots where the needle punctured her skin. Combined with more scrubbing her blood now coloured her skin even darker red. But it got even worse when a woman stabbed her needle a couple of times in Alisa’s vulva, puncturing her lips and colouring her genital area with blood as well. Alisa screamed, writhed and squirmed, begging for mercy with a hoarse voice, stammering in agony.

When the line of women ended, Alisa was given some time to recover. She was aching all over and felt tired. But the worst thing was that her thighs and vulva started itching where she had been scrubbed with the dry brushes. She tried to raise herself up a little and tilt her pelvis, trying to rub her itching vulva against the wooden finial, but she couldn’t reach it. Instead she sat down on it with her anus, trying to find some rest, though she was never able to sit down on it for longer than a minute. And each time she pushed herself down on it, she felt how her anus was taking in slightly more of the rounded top of the finial.

I think it would also be very humiliating to make her come in public in spite of herself, while stroking her clitoris raw

 

[Doragon]

I think it would also be very humiliating to make her come in public in spite of herself, while stroking her clitoris raw

I agree.

 

[Doragon]

Chapter 14: First day of crucifixion – torture and games​

(Part 2 of 2)

After a few more hours it was obvious that Alisa was exhausted as her movements slowed down and sometimes she just slumped down hanging from her arms. Her tormentors decided to wake her up again by spraying cold water over her body. But that was not enough this time. Mahdi climbed on the block placed before her and he started to rub her vulva and clitoris, making her groan as she felt a sudden lust arise in her lower body. She still hated when that happened. She felt miserable, hurting, aching all over, and still the man managed to get her excited? She felt so raped.

With a gagging sound she grunted several times, her body rising and lowering on the cross, while Mahdi kept masturbating her. The more excited she became, the more vigorous his fingers rubbed her clitoris. And just when she started wailing and shaking all over, a clear indication she was going to have an orgasm, despite all her misery, he stopped.

For a few moments she hung there on that cross, gasping for air, feeling desperate and confused, trembling as the lust slowly settled to a more distant sensation. But then Mahdi resumed the stimulation, very carefully, gentle, almost tickling her sex. Alisa gasped as this set her on fire once again, even more than before. And when he shoved two fingers into her vagina to rub her G-spot, she cried out, her body suddenly and overwhelmingly convulsing and shaking all over, jerking her head left to right, suffering from her orgasm like she suffered from all the pain she was enduring and not being able to escape from it.

Mahdi kept going, forcing a few more orgasms onto her, until she was foaming around the mouth and collapsing on the cross. Only then did he stop and with a sudden gentleness and perhaps a mockery of care he kissed her on the panting lips, whispering she was doing very well. She wept.

As she slowly recovered, he came back to her and this time he attached a clamp with a wooden disk on each of her nipples, making her groan in pain and fatigue. More horribly though was the clamp he placed on her almost numb but also aching enlarged clitoris. It was made of metal and the prongs bit most painfully in her sensitive little knob. It once again caused her to squirm, trying to shake the horrible clips from her nipples and clitoris, but her movements were in vain. To make matters even worse Mahdi next hung a little basket to the clip attached to her clit, which caused her sensitive knob to be pulled down continuously.

Alisa was gasping and panting while struggling with the new sensations this all brought to her. But just when she felt it could not get any worse, it did. This time it was the young boys that lined up in front of her, at around a distance of 10 meters. The boys were youngsters and quite excited about the game they were going to play. Each of them held a handful of white pebbles and one by one they started to toss those towards the naked woman. Some pebbles were aimed at the wooden disks clamped to her nipples, other pebbles were thrown in an arc, aimed at the basket hanging from her clitoris.

It was a horrible fate that had led her here, being nailed to a cross on a hill, bathing in a scorching sun, suffering from all her wounds, struggling to stay alive. And now young boys were tossing pebbles at her, making them rain down on her arms, legs and head, pelting against her stomach and even her breasts. Alisa was weeping while she struggled to move her body out of the way, unable to avoid being hit again and again.

One of the boys managed to hit the small board clipped to her left nipple, but though it hurt and the board turned downward, it wasn’t knocked off her nipple. Another boy tried to hit it, but misjudged the distance and hit her with a pebble on her shoulder, hard enough to leave a bruise. More than one pebble flew over her head or missed her body. The pebbles that came at her with an arc, aimed as they were for the basket between her legs, often landed on her shoulders, arms or her head, leaving her crying with sore bumps and bruises. When a pebble landed in the basket, she cried out as it cause the clip at her clitoris to jerk and pull at her, causing excruciating pain in her crotch. She tried to lower herself and shake the basket off her, but she could not manage to lose it. When more pebbles landed in the basket, as the boys were learning how to aim for it, the pull at her clitoris got harder as the basket got heavier, making her cry and writhe in agony. Each time a hit was scored, the boys cheered and they got rewarded by her tormentors with money. At some point both the boards at her breasts got knocked off, but that was a relief as the clips were now no longer squeezing her sore nipples. However, it also resulted in every boy aiming for the basket and it started to fill up much quicker now. She desperately tried to swing the basket by moving her hips, hoping to tilt it and make some of the pebbles drop out, but the swinging itself hurt her clitoris so bad, she stopped trying and froze instead, weeping as she suffered from this horrible game they were playing.

When the boys were finally stopped and the rain of stones was halted, she hung panting at the cross, her chest heaving with the struggle of coping with the pain in her entire body. Her clitoris felt like it was slowly being torn off. She begged them to remove the basket, but they let it hang and told her to get used to it. Her clitoris was elongated by the pulling chain and the heavy basket, but was still holding. She tried to move as little as possible, but was too tired to stay up. Her legs were also too cramped to lower herself into a squatting position, so she tried sitting down on the finial again, resting her anus on the rounded top. It felt slightly better taking her weight off her legs, but she whimpered when she felt her anus giving in to the pressure and the top of the finial slipping into her rectum. In despair she tried to lift herself again, but she sensed how hard and painful it was to dislodge her anus from the wooden shape. Sinking down she felt her anus resting on the second wider ring, but that too started to spread her wider open and she had to raise up again to prevent herself from sliding even deeper over it.

The struggle with the anal seat was now in full swing. Each time she tried to free herself off the finial, she had to struggle with the pain in her wrists and feet, as well as the horrible pain in her clitoris that kept being pulled downward. But lowering herself forced her anus wider and deeper over the finial each time she tried to rest on it. And as she lost that battle, more and more of the wooden stick was being forced into her rectum, reaching deeper into her colon, making her feel extremely violated and full, until finally her anus reached the much wider bottom of the seat and she could stretch no further. She could finally sit down fully, though with horrible pain in her anus and a fierce ache deep in her bowels.

As the afternoon progressed, there appeared clouds in the sky. Alisa had slept a little, despite her pain and uncomfortable position, but she woke when she felt a breeze rising. The sun was now gone and she felt relieved when her hot skin was cooled. They gave her something to eat again and she could drink water from a bottle held at her lips, while she noticed how the crowd was leaving. Maybe they were going home for supper, or maybe the show was over for now. Alisa was relieved but at the same time it made her feel a bit more lost, as if she was abandoned in her horrible situation.

In the evening only two guards and two assistants remained with her. The wind had picked up considerably and the clouds were growing larger and darker. In the distance she could see lightning in the clouds.

Her feet and wrists were throbbing and her crotch had a dull burning sensation. Her clitoris had grown numb. When they finally removed the clip and chain with the basket, she howled when the feeling in her clitoris returned, making her writhe with pain. But as that too died down again, she finally felt as comfortable as she could be, considering she was sitting on a huge wooden pole and being nailed to a cross on a hill.

By nightfall the storm was picking up. She watched the black clouds rolling in from afar, lighting curling through the billowing clouds and sometimes reaching down to the earth. The rumbling sound got closer and closer. She felt dazed from fatigue and pain, but the storm was enjoyable to watch. And when it started to rain, cool raindrops falling on her overheated body, Alisa suddenly felt the urge to laugh. It felt like such a relief after the heat of the day. And as the thunderstorm approached, she also felt a sense of release.

Soon however the rain and wind started to become very uncomfortable. She started to whimper and begged the guards to release her.

“Take me down, please,” she whimpered, while the storm blazed around her. Part of her hoped they would take her off the cross as this was absolutely insane leaving her up there. Another part of her wanted to be struck by lightning, ending it all.

The guard and assistants didn’t take her down though. Instead they took a large covering sheet and wrapped that around her, loosely tightening it with ropes, trying to protect her from the storm that was rising in strength. From under the sheet Alisa wept as she now felt as if even the cosmos or the gods were trying to punish her. The wind caused the cross to shake and the covering sheet made a lot of noise from the raindrops pelting down on her. Thunder roared nearby, but lightning never struck her. The Gods didn’t want to end her suffering just yet. The night was long and terrible.

 

[nicole]

Chapter 14: First day of crucifixion – torture and games​

(Part 2 of 2)

After a few more hours it was obvious that Alisa was exhausted as her movements slowed down and sometimes she just slumped down hanging from her arms. Her tormentors decided to wake her up again by spraying cold water over her body. But that was not enough this time. Mahdi climbed on the block placed before her and he started to rub her vulva and clitoris, making her groan as she felt a sudden lust arise in her lower body. She still hated when that happened. She felt miserable, hurting, aching all over, and still the man managed to get her excited? She felt so raped.

With a gagging sound she grunted several times, her body rising and lowering on the cross, while Mahdi kept masturbating her. The more excited she became, the more vigorous his fingers rubbed her clitoris. And just when she started wailing and shaking all over, a clear indication she was going to have an orgasm, despite all her misery, he stopped.

For a few moments she hung there on that cross, gasping for air, feeling desperate and confused, trembling as the lust slowly settled to a more distant sensation. But then Mahdi resumed the stimulation, very carefully, gentle, almost tickling her sex. Alisa gasped as this set her on fire once again, even more than before. And when he shoved two fingers into her vagina to rub her G-spot, she cried out, her body suddenly and overwhelmingly convulsing and shaking all over, jerking her head left to right, suffering from her orgasm like she suffered from all the pain she was enduring and not being able to escape from it.

Mahdi kept going, forcing a few more orgasms onto her, until she was foaming around the mouth and collapsing on the cross. Only then did he stop and with a sudden gentleness and perhaps a mockery of care he kissed her on the panting lips, whispering she was doing very well. She wept.

As she slowly recovered, he came back to her and this time he attached a clamp with a wooden disk on each of her nipples, making her groan in pain and fatigue. More horribly though was the clamp he placed on her almost numb but also aching enlarged clitoris. It was made of metal and the prongs bit most painfully in her sensitive little knob. It once again caused her to squirm, trying to shake the horrible clips from her nipples and clitoris, but her movements were in vain. To make matters even worse Mahdi next hung a little basket to the clip attached to her clit, which caused her sensitive knob to be pulled down continuously.

Alisa was gasping and panting while struggling with the new sensations this all brought to her. But just when she felt it could not get any worse, it did. This time it was the young boys that lined up in front of her, at around a distance of 10 meters. The boys were youngsters and quite excited about the game they were going to play. Each of them held a handful of white pebbles and one by one they started to toss those towards the naked woman. Some pebbles were aimed at the wooden disks clamped to her nipples, other pebbles were thrown in an arc, aimed at the basket hanging from her clitoris.

It was a horrible fate that had led her here, being nailed to a cross on a hill, bathing in a scorching sun, suffering from all her wounds, struggling to stay alive. And now young boys were tossing pebbles at her, making them rain down on her arms, legs and head, pelting against her stomach and even her breasts. Alisa was weeping while she struggled to move her body out of the way, unable to avoid being hit again and again.

One of the boys managed to hit the small board clipped to her left nipple, but though it hurt and the board turned downward, it wasn’t knocked off her nipple. Another boy tried to hit it, but misjudged the distance and hit her with a pebble on her shoulder, hard enough to leave a bruise. More than one pebble flew over her head or missed her body. The pebbles that came at her with an arc, aimed as they were for the basket between her legs, often landed on her shoulders, arms or her head, leaving her crying with sore bumps and bruises. When a pebble landed in the basket, she cried out as it cause the clip at her clitoris to jerk and pull at her, causing excruciating pain in her crotch. She tried to lower herself and shake the basket off her, but she could not manage to lose it. When more pebbles landed in the basket, as the boys were learning how to aim for it, the pull at her clitoris got harder as the basket got heavier, making her cry and writhe in agony. Each time a hit was scored, the boys cheered and they got rewarded by her tormentors with money. At some point both the boards at her breasts got knocked off, but that was a relief as the clips were now no longer squeezing her sore nipples. However, it also resulted in every boy aiming for the basket and it started to fill up much quicker now. She desperately tried to swing the basket by moving her hips, hoping to tilt it and make some of the pebbles drop out, but the swinging itself hurt her clitoris so bad, she stopped trying and froze instead, weeping as she suffered from this horrible game they were playing.

When the boys were finally stopped and the rain of stones was halted, she hung panting at the cross, her chest heaving with the struggle of coping with the pain in her entire body. Her clitoris felt like it was slowly being torn off. She begged them to remove the basket, but they let it hang and told her to get used to it. Her clitoris was elongated by the pulling chain and the heavy basket, but was still holding. She tried to move as little as possible, but was too tired to stay up. Her legs were also too cramped to lower herself into a squatting position, so she tried sitting down on the finial again, resting her anus on the rounded top. It felt slightly better taking her weight off her legs, but she whimpered when she felt her anus giving in to the pressure and the top of the finial slipping into her rectum. In despair she tried to lift herself again, but she sensed how hard and painful it was to dislodge her anus from the wooden shape. Sinking down she felt her anus resting on the second wider ring, but that too started to spread her wider open and she had to raise up again to prevent herself from sliding even deeper over it.

The struggle with the anal seat was now in full swing. Each time she tried to free herself off the finial, she had to struggle with the pain in her wrists and feet, as well as the horrible pain in her clitoris that kept being pulled downward. But lowering herself forced her anus wider and deeper over the finial each time she tried to rest on it. And as she lost that battle, more and more of the wooden stick was being forced into her rectum, reaching deeper into her colon, making her feel extremely violated and full, until finally her anus reached the much wider bottom of the seat and she could stretch no further. She could finally sit down fully, though with horrible pain in her anus and a fierce ache deep in her bowels.

As the afternoon progressed, there appeared clouds in the sky. Alisa had slept a little, despite her pain and uncomfortable position, but she woke when she felt a breeze rising. The sun was now gone and she felt relieved when her hot skin was cooled. They gave her something to eat again and she could drink water from a bottle held at her lips, while she noticed how the crowd was leaving. Maybe they were going home for supper, or maybe the show was over for now. Alisa was relieved but at the same time it made her feel a bit more lost, as if she was abandoned in her horrible situation.

In the evening only two guards and two assistants remained with her. The wind had picked up considerably and the clouds were growing larger and darker. In the distance she could see lightning in the clouds.

Her feet and wrists were throbbing and her crotch had a dull burning sensation. Her clitoris had grown numb. When they finally removed the clip and chain with the basket, she howled when the feeling in her clitoris returned, making her writhe with pain. But as that too died down again, she finally felt as comfortable as she could be, considering she was sitting on a huge wooden pole and being nailed to a cross on a hill.

By nightfall the storm was picking up. She watched the black clouds rolling in from afar, lighting curling through the billowing clouds and sometimes reaching down to the earth. The rumbling sound got closer and closer. She felt dazed from fatigue and pain, but the storm was enjoyable to watch. And when it started to rain, cool raindrops falling on her overheated body, Alisa suddenly felt the urge to laugh. It felt like such a relief after the heat of the day. And as the thunderstorm approached, she also felt a sense of release.

Soon however the rain and wind started to become very uncomfortable. She started to whimper and begged the guards to release her.

“Take me down, please,” she whimpered, while the storm blazed around her. Part of her hoped they would take her off the cross as this was absolutely insane leaving her up there. Another part of her wanted to be struck by lightning, ending it all.

The guard and assistants didn’t take her down though. Instead they took a large covering sheet and wrapped that around her, loosely tightening it with ropes, trying to protect her from the storm that was rising in strength. From under the sheet Alisa wept as she now felt as if even the cosmos or the gods were trying to punish her. The wind caused the cross to shake and the covering sheet made a lot of noise from the raindrops pelting down on her. Thunder roared nearby, but lightning never struck her. The Gods didn’t want to end her suffering just yet. The night was long and terrible.

I really like the first part, I like that she has orgasms in spite of herself. I imagine her so beautiful on the cross