Death of Tomb Raider sequel- Jace's story

[tygavin]

Death of Tomb Raider sequel- Jace's story​

This is a sequel of sorts to Death of a Tomb Raider. There are two parts. On is Jace, the man who helped execute Lara and the other is his sister Liz. Jace will be crucified, and Liz will be spit roasted ala Dolcett. Liz’s story will be told on the BDSM forum. Jace will be here. The setting is Dayton University once again.

Jace Summers placed his barbell up on the rack and sat down, taking a long drink of water. He had been working out at home, in the small house he shared with his twin sister Liz. While Liz was in class, taking the new course offered by some anthropology professor named Milton on spit roasting, he sat nervously, waiting to find out if he would be on an execution team. The Dayton Spring Festival started in one week and the notices to the condemned participants as well as Executioners were handed out today by a festival volunteer. He was waiting for the letter confirming he would be putting one unlucky man or woman to death. He preferred women but it didn’t matter.

Almost a year ago, he had held Lara Croft down, while his friend Matt nailed her to a cross. He had the privilege of coordinating her humiliation and death. He had fucked her, used her and made money off others using her. It was the highlight of his life.

He and Liz were also selected for an execution team in the Fall.

It had been disappointing. She was a beautiful girl, a red head with hair that hung to the small of her back in gentle waves. Her skin was like porcelain. Her waist was small, and her hip bones were prominent, yet her bust was large with the smallest pink nipples. She was beautiful and slightly innocent and should have been fun to execute, but it wasn’t the same. Nothing compared to Lara Croft.

Even humiliated, that woman was amazing. She kissed with passion despite the pain, her cunt clenched with every thrust, her body giving as good as it got until she finally gave into the cross. She had lasted the longest, writhing away in agony while still trying to find pleasure in the sedile. It sucked when her friend stuck a gun in his mouth, but that was worth it.

Matt had graduated in the fall after the red head and now Jace prayed him, and Liz would get another shot and a better partner who wasn’t such a jerk. Sure, his sister fucked Matt, but Liz liked to fuck. It was just her style.

He was in the shower when he heard the knock on the door. He grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist and raced to the front door, still dripping.

He found a beautiful sight on his front step. Amy Teagan was waiting for him, holding an envelope. She was a member of the CrossFit Team and did fitness modeling on the side. She was not shy about showing off. Her dark brown hair and dark eyes were gorgeous. She was five six or seven, and not an ounce of fat on her one-hundred-and-twenty-pound frame. She had plump lips, six pack abs and thighs he would love to stick his head between. They had met a few times before, but Jace never asked her out, never finding the right time.

“Hello Amy.” He greeted her, trying to meet her eyes. She had on a blue sports bra and short matching spandex shorts, leaving nothing hidden on her body. She was certainly not shy.

She was also the daughter of the Pagan Fest coordinator and had an envelope in her hand. He knew she had been on her first execution squad in the Fall and hoped she might be Matt’s replacement.

Amy didn’t bother looking him in the eye. Her eyes roamed up and down the man, liking what she saw. Then she sobered, remembering why she was here.

“Hi, Jace. I haven’t something for you.” She said, handing him the note.

“So, I’ve been chosen again. What about Liz?”

Amy winced. “I’m sorry, Jace. You’ve been chosen but not for the execution team.”

He felt a bit of disappointment but got over it quickly. “Being a guard works too. I still get close to the action. What about Liz?”

“You weren’t chosen to be a guard either.” She told him.

Jace’s world stopped as he took in her words. He ripped open the envelope and read the note twice.

Jace Summers,

You have been selected as one of the condemned for this coming Pagan Day Spring Festival. Please report to the college gymnasium Friday, the sixteenth of May at eight AM. You will be given a physical and placed under arrest, until your execution Saturday. Please take care of all personal matters over the next six days and place your affairs in order. Your body will be placed in a mass grave with your fellow students so funeral arrangements are not needed. You are now property of the University. You may travel as you wish, but should you not report at the designated time you will be considered a fugitive. We hope we can count on your cooperation at this sacred and joyous event.

Joyce Teagan, Spring Festival Execution Coordinator

Jace walked into the living room, stunned. His head was spinning, and his stomach was churning. This was not supposed to happen. He was one of the three people who killed the Tomb Raider. He was a star baseball player and was graduating this semester. He was three weeks away from a diploma.

He collapsed on the couch; not even aware Amy had followed him inside.

He read the note again then crushed it, tossing it behind his back. He looked up and saw Amy on Liz’s favorite chair, looking closely at him. He followed her eyes and saw his towel had come undone and his cock was hanging out in all its glory before her eyes.

He folded the towel back over his lap.

“Sorry.” He mumbled.

Amy smiled slyly. “I was an executioner last festival and a guard last Spring. I saw you drill Lara Croft over and over. I saw you fuck that red head. I’ve seen you nude at the festival…in front of your sister. You two don’t…”

“No!” Jace said quickly, having heard this before. “We are close. Our parents raised us to be open minded about sex and comfortable in our own skin, but we don’t…no.”

Amy smirked. “Good to know. Also…I’m going to see you nude very soon in an intimate manner.”

“You’re an executioner.” He stated.

“I’m your executioner.”

Jace stilled, and met her eyes, looking at her in a different light now. This was the woman who would take his life. She would be in charge of humiliating him, making him suffer and cum, fuck a cornu while the world watched.

“You are the head executioner?”

Amy nodded. “My mom being the event coordinator told me. I like to know who I am going to be dealing with ahead of time. Ariel is also on the team. Ariel Baxter. You know of her, right?”

Of course, he did. Whereas Amy was a fitness model, Ariel was closer to a body builder. She was easy on the eyes and not overly large, but her muscle definition was on a whole different level. Despite his unreal and horrifying situation, Jace’s cock twitched at the idea of being dominated by those two women.

“Who else?” he asked.

“Tim Gibbons. He doesn’t compete in athletics, but he is hot as hell. He is also bisexual. Jace, have you ever been with a man? Had any type of sex with a man?”

Jace shook his head. He had never considered being with a man. He had nothing against the idea, he just wasn’t attracted to them. He supposed his attraction didn’t matter now.

Amy moved from the chair and sat down close to Jace on the couch, taking his hand.

“Jace, I think it would go better for all of us, if we got to know each other a bit before Friday. I’ve wanted you for a while and I’ve always wanted to fuck a guy I’m basically going to be in charge of killing. Make no mistake, I will perform my duties. I’m going to dominate you, humiliate you, make you feel unimaginable pain and pleasure, but there is no reason we can’t have fun for the next week. What do you say?”

Amy reached over and spread his towel apart, taking his dick in her soft hand. He instantly sprung to life, despite the nausea he felt at his impending death.

She stroked him slowly and he eventually leaned back into the sofa and closed his eyes, losing himself in the feeling.

He felt her lips around his cock, and she began sucking. Perhaps because of the fear and the unreality of the situation, it didn’t take him long to fill her mouth. She swallowed every drop.

Amy stood up and walked to the bar, taking a pen and a sheet of paper.

“I’m writing down my address. Come see me tonight at seven. We can spend a bit more quality time together. Ariel and Tim will be there too. We all have to perform for the crowd so we may as well get to know each other.”

Amy walked out without another word, leaving Jace on the couch, his cock softening and his mind spinning.

Liz walked in sometime later and took a look at his state.

“What happened?” she asked, knowing something was wrong. Usually if she found him naked in the living room, there was porn on the tube, and he was jerking himself.

“I’ve been chosen.” He told her.

“As an executioner? So what?”

Jace shook his head slowly. “I’m going to be crucified, Liz.”

Liz sighed and sat down next to him. “Okay then.”

Jace looked at her sharply. “I’m dying and all you can say is okay then?”

“I don’t have much time to say anything. Remember when you told me not to take this class because I might get volunteered for a live spit roasting demo?”

“You didn’t.”

Liz nodded. “I’m cooking on Saturday with nine other girls at the plaza, while ten more girls are getting spitted on Sunday. At least you will have a good view of me cooking.”

“Damn it.” Jace whispered. “I suppose we had best call Mom and Dad.”

Liz shrugged. “It was a good run while it lasted.”

Jace grabbed her hand.

“I have an hour.” Liz told him.

“An hour?”

Liz nodded. “We are being kept in a holding area starting in an hour. Someone is coming to pick me up. I was told to be naked and waiting. We are going to be massaged and tenderized all week. You can see me everyday at five for thirty minutes.”

Liz leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “I love you, Jace. I have to get ready.”

Jace closed his eyes, realizing he had to get ready as well, starting tonight.

 

[Loinclothslave]

So we have a duel of stories? Wow, @tygavin you are nothing if not prolific!

 

[tygavin]

It’s really one story but since they are going to be separated and very different fates it made sense to me to split them up so if people are interested in one and not the other they don’t have to waste time.

 

[tygavin]

Jace had sat in his chair for hours, not sure what to do with himself. Four hours ago, he had watched a history professor put dog collar on his beloved sister and lead her by a leash through the neighborhood back to campus while all his neighbors exited their homes to ogle her.

He still hadn’t changed out of the towel he wore to answer the door and received the last letter of his life.

“Damn it.” Jace whispered. He went to the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of Bourbon, drinking straight from the bottle.

Was this how his previous victims felt all week before their deaths on the cross? Did Lara Croft feel this way?

He doubted it. She may have been terrified when the reality of the pain hit her after the first blow, she may have been humiliated the night before, to not only be used by so many people but her worst enemies, sucking dicks and catching cum all over her body. She still allowed it to happen. She could have left anytime that week. Jace suspected she spent her last week getting herself off to the idea of humiliation and pain.

Jace felt many things, but excitement was not one of them. Humiliation, submission, pain, those were things he never wanted to experience. Liz may have liked the idea of it at some points, but he never did.

He would be hanging on a cross with an erection while his sister was spitted.

None of this was fair. Was this karma catching up to him because he enjoyed his job to much in the past? Is it because of the little extra humiliations he had put his victims through?

Suddenly Jace wished they had taken him immediately. What was he going to do for a week?

He sat the bottle down on the bar and noticed the note Amy had left him with her address and the directions to be there at seven. That had been an amazing blow job. Sure, she only wanted to fuck him because she was going to kill him, and the idea probably got her off. Regardless of her reasoning she had an amazing body, and he would be pissed if he didn’t have a chance to fuck her outside of the gangrape he was trying not to think about.

That was enough reason, He walked into his room, threw his towel to the floor, and looked at himself in the mirror. He spread his arms wide, picturing how he would look on a cross with all his friends and loved ones looking on. His cock twitched at the thought, and he wondered if he was as averse to humiliation as he believed himself to be.

Jace threw on a pair of old jeans, and a plain white tee, not bothering with underwear. Amy had already sucked his dick so he had an idea of what the night may hold in store.

He knocked on the door to the apartment at seven PM on the dot. Amy opened it up, wearing a blue bikini that highlighted her figure.

“Right on time. Come in.”

She stepped aside and he walked in, surprised to see Ariel there as well.

“Ariel?” he said, surprised.

She looked amazing close up. She wore a similar bikini to Amy’s, but the difference in bulk was obvious. Everything about Ariel screamed power, from her cut shoulders to her powerful thighs and tight calves and the abdominal muscles that stood prominently. Unlike Amy, Ariel’s waist was thicker yet there was no fat. Her waist melted into her powerful back muscles. Her breasts were modest, but still handfuls.

She was not a beauty queen, but she was pretty. Whereas Amy looked like a supermodel from a magazine, Ariel looked like the girl at the gym you couldn’t take your eyes off.

“Hello, Jace.”

“I wasn’t…I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

Ariel smiled. “We live together. She is my girlfriend, where else would she be?”

Jace felt suddenly uncomfortable, remembering what Amy had done to him at his place. Amy must have noticed and laughed.

“Relax, she knew I planned to have a little fun with you. It’s not like you are a real boy. You’re a dead man walking. She plans to have fun with you as well. It’s best the two of you get to know each other. Ariel loves to use a strap on, especially on anal virgins. Its sort of her party trick.”

Ariel laughed and walked to her girlfriend, wrapping an arm around her waist, and kissing her cheek, having to bend down a bit. Though Jace was the tallest in the room, Ariel seemed taller somehow.

“You’ve dressed.” Amy said. “I was hoping you would be wearing your towel. Sorry to hear about your sister. I know the two of you were close. If you want, I can give a piece of her meat to you while you are hanging on the cross.”

Jace shook his head. “I have no desire to eat my sister.”

Ariel looked at Amy and Amy shrugged her shoulders. “You mean they really aren’t?”

“That’s what he told me.”

Ariel laughed. “I have pics of her riding Lara Croft’s face if you are ever interested, Jace. That was the hottest thing I have seen since I’ve been on campus. So, lets talk and get to know each other better. First, take the pill.”

Jace raised an eyebrow, not sure what she meant until Amy walked in front of him with a pill and a glass of water.

“Mom let me have a few. They are the pill versions of what you will be injected with. Thought you might want to get a feel for this.” Amy explained.

Jace figured he had nothing to lose and swallowed. “Why are you doing this? Why did you find out who I was and now I’m here?”

Ariel snorted. “Because I hate criers. I don’t mind screamers, but men who cry bug the hell out of me. Don’t get me wrong, when we get your hot ass into the prison, I have hundreds of things planned for you, but I want the sex the night before to be hot, not messy. We need to get your ass ready this week. I want you to learn to submit to us, to learn to take cock and enjoy it. Tim will be over later this week and you are going to learn to suck dick. Do as we say and the process won’t be so humiliating, and we can all get enjoyment out of it. Lady Croft enjoyed the hell out of her gangbang, and I want that for you. I want a victim who enjoys themselves. Our past male and the two females before that, were miserable.”

Jace thought of her words and supposed it made sense. The last red head he crucified had been a crier too and if not for the pill would have taken no joy in it.

He felt a hand on his crotch. Amy was smiling at him. He is already hard just listening to you talk. Take off your clothes, Jace.”

Jace kicked off his shoes and undressed quickly. He had nothing to hide. When he opened his pants, his hard cock did spring out.

He kept his eyes on Amy and didn’t notice Ariel walking behind him. She placed a metal collar on his neck and then cuffed his hands behind him.

“Bedroom, slave.” Ariel whispered in his ear.

Jace walked his way into the large bedroom with the king-sized bed and sat on it. He couldn’t believe he let these women bind him so easily. He never thought of himself as submissive, but these powerful women were blowing him away.

Amy kissed him and grabbed his cock, which was rock hard. The drug was amazing. He understood how someone could cum on the cross, despite the pain.

Ariel flipped him over, face first into the bed and raised his hips so his ass was in the air. Jace panicked, wondering if she was going to fuck his ass.

Instead, Amy was in front of him, and she lifted his face and placed her pussy underneath. He did as expected and began licking. He wanted to lie flat on the bed so he could rub his cock against the sheets, but Ariel kept his hips in the air with her strong arm. Then he felt her finger, rubbing his puckered anus and stiffened.

“Relax.” Amy told him, petting his hair. “She won’t hurt you. She started me off the same way.”

He forced himself to relax as much as possible. Her finger was warm and oily, so he supposed she had lubed it. She kept working it back and forth inside him. He became comfortable with the feeling and began lapping Amy’s bald pussy once again. She tasted so good, he nearly forgot about his ass being violated not matter how slightly.

Amy eventually orgasmed and she slid out from him. He remained face first in the mattress and felt her little hand grab his cock. She began stroking and Ariel’s finger began increasing in speed. He came after only a few seconds, shooting cum all over the sheets.

His cuffs were unlocked, and he was flipped over, his back rubbing into his own cum.

Ariel was on one side and Amy was on the other.

“The drug is wonderful, isn’t it?” Amy asked. He looked down and saw he was still hard, not showing signs of slowing down.

Amy sat on his lap and placed his cock inside her.

Ariel sat her ass on his face, and he began licking her pussy while Amy fucked him. He could hear them kissing each other, using him as a longer, human Sybian.

Ariel eventually came and removed himself from him. She took his arms and spread them wide.

“We are going to enjoy killing you boy.” Ariel told him. “Roll over again. We are going to see how you take two fingers then we might let you go to sleep.”

Jace did as he was told, deciding to be dominated by these two women wasn’t bad at all. He could almost forget the torture they planned to inflict on him before his life ended.

 

[tygavin]

Jace lay on his bed, arm over her face and frustrated. It was Wednesday. He had seen his sister every day, leashed on campus ground and felt up like a piece of meat. He visited her afterward and everyday she seemed a bit more down and a bit more afraid.

He knew the feeling. He was grateful she had at least enjoyed the process. He had not been as lucky. Amy was a terrific fuck but was becoming rougher with him. Ariel completely dominated him and then Tim had been introduced.

Learning to suck a cock was extremely strange for Jace. He was pushed to his knees by Ariel and Tim presented his tool bumping his chin with it.

Ariel and Amy pushed his head gently towards it and began coaching him. He was honestly afraid not to do as he was told. Amy was stroking him which made it better. When Ariel grabbed his dick, she held it as if she were going to pull it off. Amy was much gentler.

He had begun learning to rub his tongue up the shaft and found the texture much different than he imagined, foreign as if it didn’t belong with the rest of the skin of the human body. The heat of the organ, the pulsing life behind it was a bit intimidating as well.

When he opened his mouth and it entered, Jace found he had a gag reflex and had to work to suppress it. After a while, it wasn’t so bad. That was when Tim shoved his entire cock down his throat and fucked his skull, something he did not enjoy. As Ariel pointed out with joy it would be done to him over and over so he may as well get used to it.

The first taste of cum made him want to hurl. He couldn’t understand how his sister loved it so much. He doubted he would ever become used to it. It wasn’t like he had time to. As Tim pointed out, he better learn to deal with it because he would be filled with it and covered with it Friday night and likely until he died.

Ariel and Amy were coming over tonight to fuck him in the ass for the first time. Ariel had worked a vibrator in him last night and tonight she would be using a strap on. Thursday night would be the three of them and then Friday morning, his death began.

He had no desire to do anyone tonight, much less have his ass fucked. He should have been grateful. This all could have ben sprung on him Friday night, and he likely would have cried. He may still cry. The drugs kept him hard, but he took no pleasure in oral or anal sex, at least being the one its done to.

He grabbed a beer, drank it, then drank another. He wore a robe, not having bothered with clothes. Most of his clothes were packed regardless. He had spoken to his mother today who informed him since he and his sister were dying before graduation due to university events all the tuition would be refunded. They planned to take several trips and possible adopt more children.

He and Liz were already being replaced. It was becoming clear that him and his sister’s only role in their parents’ lives were to make…he tried to lie to himself, but he knew. His parents would love watching him and Liz squirm while dying. His Mom would probably talk to him on the cross.

A knock in his door told him the night was about to begin. His ass clenched instinctively.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door to find Professor Lana Mills there.

“Lana?”

“Not Professor, Jace? Where have your manners gone?”

“Away with my dignity. What can I do for you?”

Lana smirked. “You can let me in before I take your rudeness out on my pet. She needs to be tenderized. No one said I had to make it as tender as I have been.”

Jace scowled and stepped back, waving an arm to invite her in.

Lana walked into the living room and took in the bare state of the place. While she was doing that, Jace was taking her in.

She looked amazing as always, tonight it was a skintight black dress that made it obvious she was wearing stockings, probably held up by a garter. Her hair was down and hung freely and was longer than Jace had suspected. She usually kept it in buns.

The dress showed quite a bit of cleavage and her bust was impressive. He would never forget seeing her and Lara Croft fucking in the middle of that orgy the night before she was nailed. He started paying much more attention to college professors after that, but Mills and Croft were on a different level.

“Want a drink?” he asked, deciding he may as well be nice. He wanted some answers and while he doubted, she would give them maybe she would. She most likely wanted to watch him get fucked up the ass. She must have made Liz talk.

“Whatever you have.”

She made herself comfortable on the couch and he brought her over a whiskey and one for himself.

“To what do I owe this pleasure, Lana? Is it okay if I call you that? I am pretty much dead so I thought maybe we can be on a first name basis.”

“Its perfectly fine, Jace. I wanted to see how you were doing. Amy told me you were doing well. I’m glad you are working with them, though a part of me wanted to watch you squeal in horror on Friday night.”

Jace turned up his drink.

“Why? Why do you hate Liz, and why do you hate me? I know you managed this. I know it isn’t a coincidence I’m on a cross a year after I executed your friend. Just tell me why? If I hadn’t done it, someone else would have.”

Lana smiled and sipped her drink.

“You fucked up, young man.”

Jace closed his eyes and sighed. Finally, he asked, “What did I do? She wanted it.”

Lana nodded. “Yes, she was beautiful, in her submission, beautiful in her pain and humiliation. The way she cried, the way her bosom heaved, and her body was covered in sweat while she lay on the cross waiting for it to be raised. You all did an extremely good job.”

Jace raised an eyebrow. “So, you aren’t upset we killed her?”

Lana smirked. “Her death was beautiful. The once proud woman was torn down to her core. You and your friend Matt, did an excellent job humiliating her as you should have.”

“Then what?!”

“You took money.”

Jace felt a chill go through his body. Her voice had turned cold, and he suddenly realized what this was about.

“Your job was to humiliate her. Instead of that being enough, you charged for students to take her like a whore. She was a submissive masochist, but she was no whore. You should have let them do as they wished. You didn’t deserve to make money off her. You stopped being executioners and became pimps. I found it distasteful.

“Your sister did not take money but said nothing when you did. Because of this I gave her a rather pleasurable death. She won’t feel much pain, and her biggest worry is knowing that mommy and daddy are watching her hump a spit and they are going to enjoy eating her. You however, you are going to suffer. I have so many plans for you.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken money. I know its not done but we got carried away…why didn’t you do anything to Matt before he graduated?”

Lana smirked. “You don’t keep up with your friends, do you? You see when old Uncle Howard Croft took over Croft Manor, he found the estate broke and in debt. Lara hid all her money away into untraceable accounts. She gave me access to them. She didn’t have many friends, so I suppose I was her heir in a way. Matt took a job with a marketing firm. I arranged for him to be laid over in Beirut and he was found to have drugs in his possession. He will spend the next five years in a work camp and then crucified.”

Jace stared at the woman with new eyes. She wasn’t a smart professor with a kinky side, she was an evil mastermind who now had Lara Croft’s wealth.

“You won’t say a word. You aren’t going to kill yourself to get out of this pain and humiliation. If you try anything, I’ll say your sister is not cooperating and put her cute ass on a cross right next to you. I hope it doesn’t come to that. I am looking forward to eating her pussy and I’m sure your parents want a bite.”

Jace nodded. She had him. He was fucked the moment he got that letter from Amy. He thought it was karma but the more he thought of it, Liz becoming a meat girl, Amy knowing she was going to crucify him and playing with him, training him, embarrassing him during his last free days. He suspected everything he did at their house was recorded for posterity including the first facial that splashed across his eyes and turned his whole face red in embarrassment.

“I understand. So, its all because we were drunk and took money when we should have let them do what they wanted for free.”

“Live by capitalism, die by capitalism. If that’s not a saying it should be.”

Lana opened her bag and pulled out a black, large strap on and a bottle of lube. “I told the girls they could have the night off. I’ll break you in. Tomorrow night, Tim gets your ass, and you can feel the real thing. Tonight, you do as I say boy.”

Jace stood up and slipped off his robe. Lana walked up to him and stroked his cock and he instantly hardened.

“We won’t be needing any pills tonight. This is about my pleasure, not yours.”

She held onto his shaft and led him by his dick into the bedroom.

“On your back or on your front? You are going to learn both positions tonight, but I’ll let you pick which one we start with.”

Jace laid on his hands and knees. He felt the lubed dildo press his anus and relaxed.

“Your parents are arriving tomorrow afternoon. I think I may have Tim and the girls give you your lesson at my place. You wouldn’t mind an audience, would you?”

Jace almost answered then screamed as she shoved the full length of the strap on into him.

 

[tygavin]

Chapter 4

Jace had faced many humiliations the past week. Before this week he could not remember a time he felt any shame. He was proud of his body, proud to be a member of his family, close to his twin sister who was his perfect best friend and proud of his athletic accomplishments.

None of that meant anything now. Because of one of the greatest moments of his life, fucking and killing Lara Croft, him and his sister were playthings of a sadist, simply for the mistake of making money off the beautiful woman’s death.

To make matters worse, Lana Mills had left him a pill and instructed him to take it before walking to her house for the evening, his last free evening before reporting to the college gym for death.

When his mother opened the door and greeted him, he knew a new level of humiliation. Lana had told him she invited his parents, but the idea of them being there was so much less worse as actually seeing them.

When he walked in on shaky legs, he saw his executioners, his mother and father, Lana and a man who must have been her husband.

His naked sister was also there, and she looked terrified, something he had never seen on her, even when she told him she was destined for the spit. All she wore was the pink dog collar, Mills seemed to keep her in, even when being displayed to the campus for student inspection during the day.

On the hard wood floors of the giant living room, was a long workout mat, which could easily fit ten or more people and he prayed no one else would arrive.

“Liz, are you okay?” he asked, meeting her frightened eyes.

She glanced at their parents, locked eyes with her father and then turned back to Jace without saying a word.

“Don’t worry about her.” His father said. “I told her I couldn’t wait to get a slice of her ass and it seems to have bothered her. I would have thought by now she realized she was nothing but meat, but the reality hasn’t sunk in yet.”

Lana laughed lightly. “Some don’t come to grips with it until they are oiled, strapped onto the bench and the spit is inserted in their pussy. At least that is what Professor Milton told me. I have a feeling your beautiful daughter will not believe it until five feet of pole is out of her mouth in front of her.”

The room seemed to find this amusing and he noted Ariel had walked behind Liz, wrapped an arm around her waist and placed her other hand on her ass. Liz jumped so he supposed Ariel shoved a finger or two up her ass, something Jace was fond of when she did it to him.

Jace’s mother walked up to him, looking him over from head to toe. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you and your sister naked. Judging by that bulge in your jeans you took your pill as instructed. Undress. I want a preview of what I will see on the cross and I doubt this nice boy Timothy wants to fuck you through your jeans.”

Jace rolled his eyes and pulled up his shirt, slipped out of his sneakers and dropped his pants, his massive erection springing free.

“Happy, Mom?” he asked.

“Not until I see your sister humping a pole inside her and you cumming on a cross while fucking yourself. I’m sorry you two got into this situation but your children only die once and to have it done in such an erotic manner, we all may as well enjoy it. We have raised you children to embrace pleasure. If there was ever a time to do so, it is now.”

Tim walked up behind Jace and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Let it go, Jace.” He whispered.

“Let what go?”

“Any dignity you have left. It’s over. Just let it go. Get on the mat on your knees. You can suck me, then I’m going to fuck you and if you are good, Amy might let you fuck her.”

Jace did as he was told, deciding Tim was right. By the time Lana had been done with his ass last night he had come to enjoy it, even came once despite not being drugged.

He sucked Tim’s cock and moaned when Tim entered him. His cock hit a certain part inside him he had come to enjoy. He didn’t hold back, taking Tim’s advice. He didn’t care that everyone in the room was yelling for Tim to fuck him harder. He didn’t hesitate when Mr. Mills stuck his cock in front of his face. He took it and practiced the skills he had learned and ignored the taste when he came down his throat.

There was only one part of his dignity left and he should have known Lana was about to take it from him.

A collar was placed around Jace’s throat. She pulled Liz towards him and attached her collar to Jace’s by a foot long leash. Then she cuffed both their hands behind their backs and the two were shuffled into a closet. The closet was no larger than a coat closet and empty except for a lightbulb and a camera next to it.

The two siblings’ eyes grew wide.

They felt needle pricks in their asses.

“That was double the dose for both of you.” Mills explained. “When we have had enough watching you, the two of you will be released. There is nowhere to go, and the drug will drive you both crazy. Neither one of you are technically alive. Have fun with each other.”

The closet was closed. Jace could smell his sister’s scent and she could feel the heat from his erection inches away from her belly.

The two closed their eyes.

Two hours later they were released and crashed onto the mat, falling asleep as soon as Lana uncuffed their wrists from behind their back.

In the morning, Lana woke them up. She undid, Jace’s leash and the chain from his sister. The two had been cuddling and she had taken a few snapshots of them.

She instructed the two to prepare for the day in the bathroom. She would walk Jace to the gym then take her pet back to the police headquarters. Today was her last day of tenderizing and her long hair would be cut into a short cap for roasting. She would be massaged and fucked by the machine and volunteers, to prepare her. Every bit of body hair would be removed. Today she would become an erotic meal. Everyone who saw her would want to fuck her and eat her.

While they were in the bathroom brushing their teeth, Jace finished first and apologized to her. Liz didn’t blame him.

“We didn’t have a choice. Fuck them. Let them keep their videos and jerk off to them. Fuck mom and dad, fuck Mills and her damn leash. We got nothing left Jace. I would rather be with you than any of those assholes. Enjoy today as much as possible. The next time I see you, they are going to be hammering you to a cross and I’ll be waiting for my roasting pit to be ready. Let’s take whatever enjoyment we can get out of the rest of our lives.”

“I love you, Sis.”

“Love you too.” Liz told him and hugged him tightly.

“Time to go. Jace, your parents have already taken your clothes since you won’t be needing them so you will have to walk naked to the gym with us.” Mills told them.

The Liz and Jace walked nude behind Lana and Jace forgot about the stares, the whistles and the laughter. His sister had put up with this all week and been groped by the public. He could ignore them for a short walk.

He also enjoyed the feel of the sun, the breeze on his balls. He still had an erection from the double dose he received last night. He wished the walk hadn’t been so long. While he was in no hurry to report, the longer it took the more nervous he had become. Was this what his previous victims had felt?

He hugged Liz at the door and walked in. The receptionist was surprised to see him nude and checked him out, whistling when she got to his hard cock.

“Good morning to you too.” She spoke. “Go through the door behind me, room 1. Your doctor is Ava. I’m sure being on the execution teams in the past you know who she is.”

Jace did as told, a bit nervous at the number. The rooms usually corresponded to the crosses meaning he would likely be the first to be crucified. He would lay there in great pain for fifteen to twenty minutes after being nailed, his execution team looking down on him. His friends and former teammates no doubt watching him.

“Okay, Jace, bend over.”

Jace did as told. Ava spread his cheeks.

“No body hair. Get on all fours on the shower tiles and spread your legs as far apart as possible. It’s time for your enema. Afterwards you will be fitted for a collar, taken to your cage and then let out to be measured on your cross. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you what’s going on tonight. By the looks of you, it is something you are looking forward to.”

Jace did as he was told without comment. After he was done, he took a shower and then walked out to receive his collar. Bracelets were put around his wrists and chained behind him then he was taken to the large cell, everyone shared. He was chained to the floor and Ava grabbed his cock, stroking it and making him hiss.

“Not yet.” She told him, taking her hand away when he rocked in her hand. “You will have more of that then you can handle. Lara loved it. She swallowed cum like a champ. Does the taste bother you?”

“Would it matter if it did?”

Ava smiled and patted his cock. “Now you are getting it. Just keep your eyes closed. I understand it stings when it gets in your eyes.”

 

[tygavin]

Jace had been through hell this week, but he had managed to come to grips wit it as the week went on. He finally understood why this was happening to him. He didn’t care anymore that his own parents couldn’t wait to eat his sister and his mom would likely get off to him as he died. He didn’t even care about what happened between him and Liz anymore.

Last night it had been made clear to him that none of it mattered. He had broken. It wasn’t when he was measured for his cross and Amy gave him a very detailed explanation of what she planned to do to him. Amy who he had fucked multiple times in the past week had shown him her true sadistic side these past few days. Ariel had pushed him around, dominated him and he had sucked Tim’s cock so many times he lost count. He didn’t crave the taste of cum but neither did it sicken him anymore.

His moment came the baseball team walked in. Though none of them were guards or executioners, Lana must have given them special permission, knowing it would be the final straw. The guys he played ball with for years, the guys he had fucked countless sorority girls with, took him roughly.

He felt their cocks in his ass, their cocks in his throat and heard their derogatory comments. He had video cameras in his face, he was shown what he looked like as he sucked dick.

Then he came with his cock not being touched. One of them had hit the right spot, the friction coupled with humiliation drove him wild and he had the hardest orgasm of his life, spewing cum everywhere. That of course elicited more cheers. The players began marking him with a sharpie as soon as they finished fucking his ass and either waited to cum on his back or finished in his mouth.

Each one made a point to cum in his hair, spreading it around before they left him with good laughs and pictures, his legacy to the baseball team.

The rest of the night was an embarrassment, but nothing compared to that. He swallowed cum, his face was covered with it, even his eyebrows.

He was jerked off occasionally but to his great shame began having spontaneous orgasms. Beautiful women ad some who were not so beautiful, sat on his face, rubbed their pussies onto him, spreading the cum more evenly.

By the time they were done, so was Jace. While the other condemned took the couple hours of freedom to make love to each other, a tradition started by Lara Croft, Jace sat by himself, knees folded to his chest, ready for his life to be over. He was sure Lana and his parents had been watching but he didn’t give a damn anymore. As horrible as crucifixion would be, it was the only way out.

Of course, he said that now. He didn’t believe Lara had come to grips with it until the first nail was hammered. She had been an animal during the gangbang orgy, giving as good as she got. She was humiliated to be fucked by her old enemies, but she owned her shame. All Jace could do was feel it.

The Dean’s wife came in as usual. There was a benefit in having been an executioner before. There were no surprises. She had signaled the start of the two-hour period. Despite still having a raging hard on, he did not touch himself, simply waited in his spot for his time to run out.

When it did, when his excited execution team walked into the cell, he wanted to pass out. He could barely walk. Tim and Ariel pulled him up by his arms and held him as he walked out on shaky legs.

When they exited the gym he squinted, the sun burning his eyes. Despite being walked in public nude to the gym, happening only yesterday, seeing thousands of people waiting, all attention on him, made him hyperaware of his nudity.

The sun was warm already, meaning it would be hot. His cock was engorged and pointing to the sky. His nipples were painfully hard and the breeze against his ball sack and ass drove him wild.

Ariel stood directly behind him and stuck a finger up his ass. He barely jerked but it lit his senses on fire.

“You look gorgeous.” She whispered. “Like a broken down, male slave with no dignity left. You look perfect. I see your parents are by Professor Mills. Your Mom is wearing a miniskirt. Damn she is hot. Do you think her, and your dad will be getting off to you execution or are they more concerned with eating your roasted twin?”

Jace didn’t answer, he didn’t have any answers. He saw no point in talking anymore

A newscaster came up to him with a microphone and thrust it in his face. Ever since Lara Croft’s execution brought fame to this event, it was carried nationwide.

“Jace Summers, you and your sister were on the execution team that did Lara Croft. Now you find yourself in her spot. How do you feel?”

Jace didn’t want to answer but he had become so used to following directions his mouth opened anyway.

“Scared.”

“You look like you had a rough time last night. Ho do you feel about your sister being spit roasted? Will you be given a bite of her while you hang?”

Rather than answer, Jace shrugged his shoulders.

“Jace, you have always been the executioner, a veteran of this process. Now you stand, covered in semen, about to face karma, and apparently quite turned on by it. Do you believe this is karma at work? Do you deserve this?

Jace met her eyes and nodded. “Yes, I do.”

The newscaster smiled and moved on down the line, asking for quotes from other condemned.

He hadn’t noticed it was time until Amy and Tim pulled his upper arms and Ariel patted his ass.

He moved in a daze. When he reached his cross, he looked to the roasting pit, not far from the crucifixion grounds. He saw his beautiful sister watching him. She smiled and waved and looked at complete peace. Perhaps she had come to terms with her fate as he had. But had he? Liz looked excited rather than resigned. She had not been abused but rather looked radiant, owning her nudity and beauty, standing on front of a flaming pit she would roast to death over.

When he reached the cross, Arie and Tim pushed him down, not exactly gently. He was a prisoner after all, condemned to die.

It began happening very fast. Tim sat on his waist and leaned on top of him, putting an elbow on his left arm. Ariel grabbed his arm and spread it out then held it down with her strong muscles. Jace noted her veins were showing on her bicep and her triceps was flexing turning her into an immovable bondage device.

Then Amy was pressing his wrist down. Beautiful Amy, toned, ultra-fit, athletic Amy, pushed a giant nail into his wrist and lifted a large hammer high in the air.

“Look at your hand, Lara. You are never going to touch yourself again.”

Those words were coming back to haunt him now. Tim’s body on his waist, his denim clothed ass crushing his erection, Ariel’s strong grip and the feel of that nail pressed gently into his arm pushed his senses into overload.

Then the hammer fell. Jace did not take a moment to understand what happened. His body cried out in massive pain, and he tried to move, to get off the wood. He tried to pull his hand away, but Ariel wouldn’t let him. He tried to move his left arm but Tim’s weight on his upper body and his elbow in Jace’s bicep, forcing him to the cross. His feet kicked out but those were the only parts of his body and did no good, even when they dug into the ground.

He watched in horror as the hammer fell again and he felt the nail go deeper into the wood, making his arm one with it. Connecting his body for the rest of his life to his cross.

It took Amy four blows to make the nail head become intimate with his arm, a part of his skin.

When Tim moved to give him a chance to breathe, he felt his cock and knew he had cum but also knew he had pissed. He could smell it in the air.

“Don’t worry about it, lover.” Tim told him. “I knew you would piss. I brought a change of clothes. Stop screaming so much. I realize after last night you aren’t feeling like an alpha male, but your dad is watching you. Try to show some courage. I’ve listened to cheerleaders cry less than you and that was only one arm.”

Jace wanted to be angry at his words, but his heart was racing, pain was coursing through his body he had never known, and he was so frightened, if he had anything in his stomach, he would have vomited.

Ariel held tight to his left arm and Amy raised the hammer again.

“Please don’t! I’ll do anything! I will be your slave for life! You can do anything to me….” Jace screamed again as the second nail hit home.

Amy took four strikes again and a strange thought occurred to him that he wished Matt was nailing him. Matt had a much horrible future than Jace, but he didn’t see how that was possible at the moment.

He didn’t bother trying to be courageous. He had always laughed at the ones who screamed all the way through the nailing. He thought they would get used to the pain, come to grips with it. Now he understood. He understood why the Tomb Raider cried like a child on the cross.

When being nailed to the cross, it didn’t matter if you were male or female, strong or weak, frightened or brave. The nails hit your weakest point. No matter how large your chest was, a nail grating against the bones of your wrists, pressing you in place, crushing a sensitive part of you body showed no one mercy.

The cross took everything from you, but the first thing it took was your freedom. The things you take for granted every day, your hands and feet were gone. You couldn’t masturbate, you couldn’t touch a beautiful woman, you couldn’t hold a wound to your body. You would never run or walk. You were an immovable part of a freshly sanded tree the minute the first nail was struck.

He continued to scream as his feel were nailed, squeezing his legs together and nearly crushing his cock that was already hard again and his balls.

Once it was done, he caught his breath, but continued to cry. His hard cock lay on his stomach, he could only see the sky. Then he saw his executioners standing above him with large smiles, satisfied. A cameraman was above him.

Amy dropped to a knee and spread his knees causing him to cry out again.

The latex, sturdy dildo was shoved in his ass, and he heard her attaching it to the wood.

Jace tried not to wiggle but could not stop himself, casing greater pain while he fucked himself still on the ground.

Then it was over. He had lost track of time but was still surprised.

It was time to be raised.

 

[tygavin]

Liz had just walked away when his executioners took their places to lift him. Tim was behind his cross and Ariel and Amy had the ropes in the front. They pulled smoothly and Jace saw a different view of the world.

His ass was sliding down he smooth wood and his feet were beginning to flare up more painfully than they had before. His arms were also tugging, and he moaned, then began gritting his teeth, trying not to scream, trying to hold his breath.

Then he faced the crowd from a height never imagined. He did scream at the surprise when his cross fell into the hole, jerking his entre body. The firm dildo that was attached to his cross missed his ass, forcing him to arch his back, placing more strain on him. His cry was drowned out by the screams and moans of all the other crosses being lifted and dropped into their final resting place. He should say his final resting place since he was a part of the structure now. There was no difference between him and the wood.

He felt the tears rolling down his cheek. He had thought the humiliation by his friends the night before, his ass and mouth being raped over and over, the strange pussies rubbed on his face that nearly suffocated him was the worst he could feel.

This was a different kind of humiliation. He was on display, back arched, cock displayed to the world while being cheered by thousands. He was a show piece, his suffering their entertainment. This what his past victims had felt. No wonder the famous, indestructible Tomb Raider had cried like a child. This was hell. He had thought of how this would feel all week long. The only distractions were his execution team preparing him for the gang rape and visits with his sister when she was on display for the campus and then privately.

His sister was standing behind a roasting pit. Behind her was a bench that when she laid on it, would strap her down with her ass in the air and legs spread. Her eyes wouldn’t leave him, so he focused on her.

His parents were behind her, but he paid them no mind. Jace’s thoughts went to the other night, the two chained in close proximity, drugged and unable to help themselves. He felt horrible after it was done but she had told him she didn’t’ mind and truthfully he felt horrible because he enjoyed it so much. The two shared everything. They shared a womb, they shared a house, they even lost their virginity on the same bed. They enjoyed watching the other fuck, something that bothered their partners, so they eventually had cameras put in each other’s room.

Now he had to watch the only person he had ever truly loved, turning into roasted meat and could do nothing. Like she said, he was condemned, and she was nothing but meat.

Tim’s hands, hands he had become so intimate with, were on his waist, lifting him. Then Ariel’s hands, rough from all the heavy weights she lifted were on his ass.

He felt himself penetrated and gasped as the dildo went deep inside him, hitting all the spots he loved.

“There you go, lover.” Tim told him. “Fuck yourself on that. It will be the only respite you have from the pain.”

Interesting he thought of Jace as his lover. Jace never considered himself gay, despite enjoying many aspects of Tim’s body. He had also enjoyed Amy’s toned athletic body and even come to enjoy Ariel manhandling him.

Tim was his lover he realized. All three were. All three were his master. He should say all four. The cross was his ultimate master, binding him greater than anyone ever had.

Jace had difficulty breathing. It surprised him, but then he calmed himself through the pain and knew what he had to do. He pushed himself off of his nailed feet and cried out, took two breaths then dropped onto the dildo again.

The sudden shove up his ass set him off. His cum landed on Amy’s face. The girl laughed.

“A little warning would be nice. Your sister is about to be oiled. I’m sure you don’t want to miss that.”

He supposed he didn’t. Liz was the only thing that could take his mind off the all-consuming pain and the constant neediness. His cock was already hardening again.

She seemed to be enjoying herself. His blood boiled when his parents helped but her eyes were closed, and she didn’t notice. As she said before, she was meat. The only difference was at this time she felt pleasure.

He drank the water, he ignored his injection, and he began humping his dildo, wriggling his hips despite the pain so he could scratch that itch inside him, the one that told him he needed to be bent over and fucked.

His eyes never left his siter. Even when she was strapped down their eyes remained locked. She only closed her eyes when Milton began fucking her with the spit. She orgasmed. Jace recognized that look on her face. She was in ecstasy and wanted more.

It was a surprise when the spit emerged from her mouth. He could scarcely believe it was true. She changed in that moment. He looked down the line and saw the other girls roasting, humping their spits and they were live meat, waiting to die and experiencing as much pleasure as possible before the darkness took them.

She looked wonderful, better than the others. She opened her eyes once her spit was locked and the two stared at each other, Jace moving up and down, taking breaths then continuing to fuck himself despite the pain and Liz, humping that spit, turning over and over.

She gave him two thumbs up then closed her eyes and her body began trembling. She was cumming and so was he! Seeing her oiled, toned body shaking in ecstasy on the pole that was her final lover was just too much.

Before he could relax, Amy was sucking his dick, cleaning him, hardening him.

The show did not last as long as he had hoped. She was dead after twenty minutes, a final orgasm sending her from this world.

Jace closed his eyes, wanting to do the same but he was not as lucky. Hie execution team had allowed the public to visit him.

His humiliation grew and he hadn’t known it was possible. Girls he had fucked were speaking of him with their friends, giving detailed accounts and comparing him to others. They watched him fuck the dildo and cheered, told him how good he looked being fucked. The men from his team showed up once again as if roughly fucking him the night before had not been enough.

Then his parents were there in front of him. His Mom seemed especially amused. “I’m sorry, but your sister’s pussy is gone. I had a bite, and your father had a bite, but Lana devoured the rest. She was truly delicious. Lana was right, the cunt is the tastiest part. Your father had a breast. He always loved her tits. You look in agony. Are you?”

Jace thought of asking if she was stupid but at the time he was at his parents’ mercy, two people he thought loved him and Liz, but apparently had always seen them as just eye candy.

Instead Jace opened his mouth but couldn’t form the words. Instead, he just nodded.

His parents walked to the side, saw the dildo entering his ass.

“For someone who isn’t gay you are enjoying that, aren’t you?” his father asked.

“Don’t have a choice.” Jace wheezed.

His mother patted him on the ass. “You always have a choice.” She then thumped his sensitive cock with her finger causing him to cry out.

“We must be off. Lana will send us the video of the rest of your dance, at least the highlights. We will probably check you out on TV. You are a favorite among viewers. Look on the bright side, you got to fuck Lara Croft before you died.”

His parents walked out of his life, for whatever remained of it.

The hours stretched forever. He knew night had passed. He knew he drank, women and men twisted his nipples, jerked him, slapped his cock, made him cum over and over. His ass barely felt the tightness of the dildo but could not get enough of the friction.

It was just after the sun rose that Lana was standing in front of him with a blonde female.

“He will do fine.” The blonde said. “Hello Jace. My name is Natla. I founded this school hundreds of years ago. Lana tells me you have potential. I spoke with your sister not long ago. Tell me, how would you like to be with her forever? Taste her, be inside her. How would you like to serve me, the same as Lara Croft does?”

Jace wondered if the woman could be telling the truth. He must have been delirious. Yes this school was founded hundreds of years ago but she was so young and beautiful.

“Liz? Lara?”

Natla nodded. “They serve me. You can have them all Jace. All you have to do is agree to serve me, for eternity. You would become my possession. You would exist to serve me. Say yes and I will make your wildest dreams come true.”

Jace nodded. He could be with Liz; he could see Croft again. The only two women that had elicited true passion and all he had to do was pledge himself to this beautiful woman who claimed to have founded this school.

“I swear. I pledge myself to you.”

Natla put her mouth around his cock and sucked. When he came it felt like he was spewing fire and she was sucking his soul into herself.

“You were right.” Natla said. “He will make fine decoration. Watching him suffer for eternity on the cross will be entertaining. Perhaps as entertaining as watching Liz roast over the pit for all eternity. I may let her off the spit to be whipped occasionally but she is so beautiful on it.

“How is Lara, Mistress?” Lana asked.

Natla smirked. “Your favorite? She has been broken. In constant pain, whipped and skinned then healed. A perfect slave now. She craves the whip and cross, suffers so beautifully. When you die and come to me someday, she will be your pain slut, do whatever you command. You serve me well, Lana.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

Natla smiled and stroked Jace’s cock to full hardness. “A shame men never last as long as women. This one only has a day left.”

Natla kissed Lana and was gone, disappeared before Jace’s eyes.

“What was that?” he asked through his pain.

Lana smiled. “You just agreed to suffer for eternity.” Lana slapped Jace’s hard cock causing him to scream.

Jace had forgotten the conversation at the end. He hurt all over but could no longer raise himself. Tim tried to help but eventually gave up. Jace’s muscles had failed him. Forty-eight hours into his crucifixion, he died.

He woke and felt new. His body had returned. He saw the blonde on a throne and Lara and the girl who was nailed next to her. They were chained, nude, heavy collars, heavy chains.

He heard moaning and turned to see Liz humping the spit over fire.

That was when he realized he was chained as well and monsters were approaching him.

“Nail him to the cross. He will look good there for the next hundred years. No pleasure. Only pain for this one.”

Jace screamed when the demons grabbed him and dragged him to a black cross.

THE END

 

[Loinclothslave]

Wow, nice happy ending tying at least 3 stories into one! Brilliant read, thanks so much, @tygavin !

 

[tygavin]

Wow, nice happy ending tying at least 3 stories into one! Brilliant read, thanks so much, @tygavin !

Thank you!