Chapter 8
The next morning Brenda Barns journey begins
The truck was not comfortable at all. I was naked with my wrists tied it was difficult to keep any holder. I didn't dare to look at the others. In fact, the men were in front of me. The journey seemed endless and yet I wasn't in a hurry for it to finish.
On arrival, two guards were assigned to help me get down. My wrists were briefly freed but only so my arms could be tied to the beam.
We are about to place the beam on your shoulders," a voice said. Then I felt the weight of the beam, and almost fell.
"It's quite heavy, but you'll manage," he said.
I heard the whip and looked in panic as to where it came from.
"Don't panic! Manage your beam's weight! Move." I did as I was told. The guard at my side helped me to get the direction, and I just had to walk under the beam. I straightened and saw the place, the crowd. I saw the poles! I pushed on something with my barefoot, but before I fell one of the guards helped me to keep my balance.
"That's good," he said, "carry on and don't look at the pillars. I kept walking. Breathing was difficult. It was about to be done. Then I saw the poles again, the path was long, and the beam heavy. I passed by men. I realized they were naked. I remembered the way and we were almost at the crucifixion site. I followed the paths. I had no choice with a guard on each side. The sound of the whip kept some stress on. We were still walking on the grass, but I felt lost. I searched for the poles with the eyes. Where are they? The guard moved my beam backwards, and I felt the pole in my back: 'My god, we've arrived!' I was in panic.
I just began to wonder what the guards were doing when they said: "We are about to raise you." They began to raise the beam that held me up. I was on the tip of my toes. "Tiptoes," a guard said. I looked at him anxiously trying not to think too much about the enormity of what was happening. He smiled. "Breathe now and hold on," he said. "You can do it." I complied and just concentrated on filling my lungs while I could.
It pulled on my arms. It hurt. I needed to do something, and I searched for support with my legs. I only found the pillar. I knew it was useless but I had to try anyway in an attempt to raise myself by pushing against the pole. I couldn't breathe! I couldn't breathe!
I felt hands at my legs. They were pushing me up. I could breathe again. I straighten my legs. "Relax then get down," they said. I complied and I felt them tie my ankles to the pole. I pushed again. But this time I couldn't straighten my legs. When I tried I pulled on my arms, upwards. It was painful to try to keep up so I fell down, hung again from my arms. I realized I was nude. I tried to close my legs. It was impossible. I was nude, shaved, exposed. I looked down. "Get up," the guards ordered, but I was unable to push up. My body moved to one side then the other. I felt the guards, hands on my bottom. They were keeping me up: it meant painless air: I breathed!
Then I felt a cold, slippery hand between my legs. It went to my ass. 'Oh my god, no. I'm being lubricated. It's for the dildo I will be impaled on!' I had almost forgotten that part!
"It's called a sedula, it will help you breathe but it has its own price," the guard said.
"Lower yourself onto it now," he advised. I didn't comply that time.
"Do it or it will be worse if you fall on it".
"Oh no," I tried to say, but I was already short on air, and I was getting tired.
I was desperate enough to breathe and remain free that I lowered myself onto the pole. I felt hands guiding me onto it. I really didn't want this. I didn't want it in my ass. But they pushed me down onto it.
"Don't fight it. It will go there anyway.
I was trying to sit down and relax as much as I could but I was so overwhelmed. Naked, spread on display and now being impaled. I felt it pushing into me. Saying I was miserable would be an understatement. I was in the 'up' position, and I still felt the thing against my anus. I could have cried and tears were forming in the corners of my eyes. Once again, I tried to sit down on it, accepting the full and wrong feeling as it entered me. My knees were bent, and I had not enough strength to keep the position. I had to move down, or up. Tears were leaking from my eyes but that was nothing compared to the pain from my arms and legs. I thought I would have been more humiliated by my position and imposed sodomy, but I needed to fight to stay free. I blocked out any thought about the people watching me and took as much of the pole as I could. It was so far in now that there was no way off it.
Once I sat on the dildo, the stress on my arms was lowered, but the pain at my tail-bone was higher.
I was able to reduce it by pulling on my arms and the pain moved to them. Of course, that relaxed position could not last long as to breathe I had to push on my legs. But as my knees were bent, the position was unbearable. So, I moved between these positions, being forced to slowly fuck myself in the ass on the sedula. (to be continued)