Hammerlock
Executioner
She took a deep breath and fklt her body shudder as she wondered what was going to come next. He was bustling about busily somewhere behind her; she was frantically becoming more and more aroused. Whatever he was ging to do, she wanted it done now. Get it started. Get it done. Get it over with. She was doomed, no doubt about it, and if he were going to do it, she wanted it done now. The waiting was painful in itself: she was oozing fluids like never before, her uterus was throbbing, and her belly was quivering. Fear and anticipation, she realized, was a potent combination.
She was not at all prepared for what he did. She jumped as he laid his hands gently on her shoulders, kneeling astride the prone cross just behind her head. Slowly, gently, he began massaging her shoulders, painful from being stretched out on the crossbeam on the journey here. As his warm touch gently rubbed the pain away, she found herself beginning to breathe deeply, as if she were out of breath. What was he doing?
The hands worked their way down across her upper chest, gently rubbing and massaging as they went. They slid down beside her rib cage, barely nudging her breasts as they hung over the side. She shuddered helplessly, and jerkily moved her legs, limited by her feet being taped to the cross, but rubbing her thighs together, desperately trying to increase the sexual urges building up in her. His hands crept up her side, and slowly and gently molded themselves around her breasts.
She shuddered and gasped involuntarily, twitching as she lay on the cross. She had never felt hands so warm or so gentle, or so knowledgable about how to handle a woman's anatomy. Gasping as she struggled, his hands cupping and massaging her breasts, she felt the hot lava building up inside her and began to breathlessly whimper. The hands carressed, massaged, and manipulated her breasts expertly, slowly but surely bringing her closer to orgasm. She groaned and gasped; my god, she thought, he's going to kill me with this!
What a way to go...
She struggled feebly, pulling on the bonds securing her wrists to the wod, rolling her head from side to side, her hair falling repeatedly over her face as she did so. Each roll of her head brought fresh pain from the crown of barbed wire on her head, but even that was erotic as hell. And then, while one hand continued massageing and caressing her left breast, the other one slid, slowly and deliberately, down across her quivering abdomen, reaching fro the hidden womanhood that was throbbing and spurting now, screaming silently at the hand to come closer, closer, closer....
She gasped with shivering delight as the hand slipped down between her klegs, caressing the inner thighs, slowly and teasingly working it's way closer and closer to her fully aroused vagina. She could feel her clitoris, fully erect and throbbing, just inches away from it....She gasped and struggled feebly, filled with disbelief at how much eroticism the whole scene contained. She was scared, doomed to die slowly and in agony, and she was loving every minute of it.
And then his fibngers found her moist labia, throbbing away between her wet tangle of pubic hair, and slid deeply into her. She gasped and arched her back, shuddering in that position as she fought for breath. Expertly, his fingers found her hidden g-spot, and began massaging it, as they rubbed against her clitoris at the same time.
She had never felt such ecstasy. She could feel the pressure building up in her, felt her vagina muscles close down around the massaging fingers, holding them tightly as they rubbed, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. The lava built up, the pressure built up, and she screamed in delightful agony as the pressure within her boiled over and exploded. She struggled and bucked on the cross, gasping wildly, as the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced took control of her body and sent it into raging paroxcisims of ecstasy. Her vagina wildly squirted fluid all over the hand that was still probing her, and she threw her head back and released a long, painful, aching, screaming groan as the orgasm peasked, throbbed, and then ebbed away slowly.
The hand within her withdrew, as did the one holding her breast. Spent completely, she lay sobbing helplessly on the cross, knowing that she had never before come this close to sexual heaven. She felt with aching clarity the band of barbed wire around her head, the barbs still carving furrows in her brow, fresh blood seeping out, and it felt wonderful.
She felt a sharp touch on her left wrist. Turning her head weakly to that side, her eyes grew wide in shock as she saw that he had placed the point of one of the eight-inch spikes in the fold of her wrist. Before she could even think to react, he tapped the spike once, sharply, with the hammer, and then, with force, brought it down, driving the spike through her wrist and into the wood.
She was not at all prepared for what he did. She jumped as he laid his hands gently on her shoulders, kneeling astride the prone cross just behind her head. Slowly, gently, he began massaging her shoulders, painful from being stretched out on the crossbeam on the journey here. As his warm touch gently rubbed the pain away, she found herself beginning to breathe deeply, as if she were out of breath. What was he doing?
The hands worked their way down across her upper chest, gently rubbing and massaging as they went. They slid down beside her rib cage, barely nudging her breasts as they hung over the side. She shuddered helplessly, and jerkily moved her legs, limited by her feet being taped to the cross, but rubbing her thighs together, desperately trying to increase the sexual urges building up in her. His hands crept up her side, and slowly and gently molded themselves around her breasts.
She shuddered and gasped involuntarily, twitching as she lay on the cross. She had never felt hands so warm or so gentle, or so knowledgable about how to handle a woman's anatomy. Gasping as she struggled, his hands cupping and massaging her breasts, she felt the hot lava building up inside her and began to breathlessly whimper. The hands carressed, massaged, and manipulated her breasts expertly, slowly but surely bringing her closer to orgasm. She groaned and gasped; my god, she thought, he's going to kill me with this!
What a way to go...
She struggled feebly, pulling on the bonds securing her wrists to the wod, rolling her head from side to side, her hair falling repeatedly over her face as she did so. Each roll of her head brought fresh pain from the crown of barbed wire on her head, but even that was erotic as hell. And then, while one hand continued massageing and caressing her left breast, the other one slid, slowly and deliberately, down across her quivering abdomen, reaching fro the hidden womanhood that was throbbing and spurting now, screaming silently at the hand to come closer, closer, closer....
She gasped with shivering delight as the hand slipped down between her klegs, caressing the inner thighs, slowly and teasingly working it's way closer and closer to her fully aroused vagina. She could feel her clitoris, fully erect and throbbing, just inches away from it....She gasped and struggled feebly, filled with disbelief at how much eroticism the whole scene contained. She was scared, doomed to die slowly and in agony, and she was loving every minute of it.
And then his fibngers found her moist labia, throbbing away between her wet tangle of pubic hair, and slid deeply into her. She gasped and arched her back, shuddering in that position as she fought for breath. Expertly, his fingers found her hidden g-spot, and began massaging it, as they rubbed against her clitoris at the same time.
She had never felt such ecstasy. She could feel the pressure building up in her, felt her vagina muscles close down around the massaging fingers, holding them tightly as they rubbed, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. The lava built up, the pressure built up, and she screamed in delightful agony as the pressure within her boiled over and exploded. She struggled and bucked on the cross, gasping wildly, as the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced took control of her body and sent it into raging paroxcisims of ecstasy. Her vagina wildly squirted fluid all over the hand that was still probing her, and she threw her head back and released a long, painful, aching, screaming groan as the orgasm peasked, throbbed, and then ebbed away slowly.
The hand within her withdrew, as did the one holding her breast. Spent completely, she lay sobbing helplessly on the cross, knowing that she had never before come this close to sexual heaven. She felt with aching clarity the band of barbed wire around her head, the barbs still carving furrows in her brow, fresh blood seeping out, and it felt wonderful.
She felt a sharp touch on her left wrist. Turning her head weakly to that side, her eyes grew wide in shock as she saw that he had placed the point of one of the eight-inch spikes in the fold of her wrist. Before she could even think to react, he tapped the spike once, sharply, with the hammer, and then, with force, brought it down, driving the spike through her wrist and into the wood.