Kathy
Terra Nova Tramp
Hi everyone , A guy I know on a BDSM forum going by the user name of Doc & I worked on it and adapted one of his earlier stories, we based this story on characters from Gourmet Detectives an American-Canadian series of made-for-television mystery films based on a book series of the same name from author Peter King that stars Dylan Neal as Henry Ross, a chef turned culinary sleuth and Brooke Burns as Detective Maggie Price. Set in San Francisco, it airs on Hallmark Movies & Mysteries
Maggie & Henry's Crucifixion
Detective Maggie Price & her boyfriend Chef Henry Ross have together solved many mysteries & have put many criminals behind bars but things change when a group of former inmates decide to get revenge.
They were members of a club that decided crucifixion would be a suitable punishment for Maggie & Henry something that had not happened in a long time. There is a buzz in the membership with increased interest in most everything they did, from its dungeon nights, to its weekend getaways had a marvelous increase in interest in pay back.
The plan is put into motion Maggie & Henry are abducted by 4 members of the club & delivered to a remote farm owned by the club for these special, private events which needed to be hidden from prying eyes. Everything was thought out and prepared for, from the comfort and enjoyment of club members to the suffering of the two victims.
The leader arrived at the farm in the early morning, not wanting to miss any of the festivities. The sun was up, and it was already warming. It would be hot by midday. He joined the other members by the tents that had been set up, and poured himself a coffee. . The talk was of many things but always came back to the pending torture of Maggie & Henry. The night before they were both whipped & were chained in the barn,
The doors open, and they all turn to go outside. For some, it would be the first glimpse of the victims. There was an air of anticipation as two club members that were serving as executioners came out, dragging lengths of chain behind them. Attached to each chain was a collar, and in each collar an almost nude victim, Maggie & Henry. Each had their wrists shackled together. Their bodies were an red, with stripes of purple, from the previous night's whipping. They were dirty it was clear they had laid in the straw and dirt of the barn & they already looked worn out from no sleep and pain. Maggie's hair was a mess, the dirt smeared her face. It was clear that she had been crying, and equally clear she refused to do so now, in front of the club members that watched her carefully. She was stumbling in her movements but she had spirit
Henry had a frightened look on his face. He was beginning to realize there was no escape the whipping last night had explained that to him in no uncertain terms.The leaders focus was on Maggie. Not just because she was beautiful, , but because of that spirit. He wanted to see her suffer & finally break.
They were led to the whipping posts. They had seen much use since the club had purchased the farm and begun holding these events. There were blood stains on them Maggie was strung up on a hook, arms above her, so her body was taught. She was wearing a loin cloth but the rest of her body was exposed by the strain, and it was wonderful. He walked over to her & had a chance to observe her closely along with some of the other members. . Her exposure was humiliating for her. The stretched arms over her head revealed her back & shoulder muscles .Her fit body taught , her ribs exposed & firm breasts pressed against the whipping post .She looked beautiful, her skin covered with welts from last night's whipping
There was sudden silence as the executioner walked behind her. The first stroke was hard lashing across her shoulders and under her arms. The shock of it made her jump as she looked skyward. With the next stroke her head fell down & pressed against the post. An involuntary grunt escaped her lips as each blow fell. She was not going to scream, she did not want to give the satisfaction The sheer impact of the whip on her body forced the air out of her lungs & her grunts became louder and more pained as the whipping continued. Strength left her, body finally hung limp on the hook, the whipping stopped. A sheen of sweat covered her completely, trickling down her sides, under her exposed breasts, and down her legs. She was released from the hook & collapsed unable to move. At the same time Henry also suffered a severe whipping , he was laying on the ground next to his whipping post sobbing.
Maggie & Henry were forced to pick up their crosses and drag them up a small hill that had been selected as the location of their crucifixion . It provided a clear view for the club members to watch them suffer.
When they reached the top of the hill they dropped their crosses .The executioners approached Maggie first. They unlocked her shackles & pulled her on top of the cross. Each took an arm, sitting on the crossbeam with her arm underneath, facing her wrists. She was held securely in place. Large spikes were positioned next to her wrists, and hammers began pounding. This had the desired effect as she began screaming while being nailed to the cross. This moment when her suffering had actually forced her to lose control members moved closer to observe the horror in her face. The base of the cross was positioned near a deep hole that had been dug in the ground. Two executioners, using ropes to help guide the heavy cross, raised it up, and let it slide in to the ground. They watched intensely as her weight pulled her down and increased tension on her arms the higher she went, and the look of shock on her face was priceless agony as her cross thumped in to place in the hole. The executioners first secured the base of the cross with wedges of wood driven deep in the ground, as she helplessly hung and kicked her feet in an automatic gesture to support herself. One of the executioners then tied her feet together, raised them up so her knees were bent, and tied them to a small protrusion on the upright. Her feet found the platform, and pushed, trying to relieve the agony in her shoulders and arms, and suddenly discovered the platform was actually a sharp inverted V shape, designed to be most painful to stand upon. Once again, this realization could be seen in her face. There was to be no respite, no assistance, simply choices in pain.
They watched the same process with Henry, who was hyperventilating through most of the ritual until he was finally secured and hanging. At this point he started crying again, screaming out on occasion and writhing on the cross. He was exerting far too much energy. He would not last long.
Maggie began the dance. After a few minutes of hanging from her arms, she managed to press herself up, and stand on the precarious point below her feet. Her face was a study in pain, and the relief to her shoulders and chest was short lived as her legs gave out from under her, and she sank back down.
Her body was wet from sweat, partly from heat and partly from pain. It was fascinating watching the effects of this torture on her body. With her arms stretched above her, the gentle undulation of her ribs was visible under her skin. Each labored breath could be seen clearly in her stomach and chest. Her beautifully shaped breasts fell forward slightly as her body leaned slightly out from the cross. They could see & almost feel the stretched muscles in her arms & shoulders, her legs straining to lift her weight.
Hours later Henry was taken down. He had exhausted himself far too quickly with hysteria and died. Maggie continued to amaze the crowd. She sank down deeply and lost control of her bladder. They could tell she knew that she was losing control of her body, that it was no longer her own, and that she was beginning to no longer care. She had probably forgotten who she was, her name, why she was here, and was simply enduring the agony until it ended one way or another. The leader went close to her & watched her breathing, which was coming in short, shallow rasping draughts. Her hands were a deep purple . Her bent legs were spread wide, exposing her sex for all. That beautiful hair clung to her shoulders and breasts, wet with sweat. Tears stained her cheeks, though there were none left. As her breathing rasped more and more like a death rattle, the end was near and soon afterwards she expired , left there for all to see.The club members cheered they had gotten their revenge on Maggie .
Maggie & Henry's Crucifixion
Detective Maggie Price & her boyfriend Chef Henry Ross have together solved many mysteries & have put many criminals behind bars but things change when a group of former inmates decide to get revenge.
They were members of a club that decided crucifixion would be a suitable punishment for Maggie & Henry something that had not happened in a long time. There is a buzz in the membership with increased interest in most everything they did, from its dungeon nights, to its weekend getaways had a marvelous increase in interest in pay back.
The plan is put into motion Maggie & Henry are abducted by 4 members of the club & delivered to a remote farm owned by the club for these special, private events which needed to be hidden from prying eyes. Everything was thought out and prepared for, from the comfort and enjoyment of club members to the suffering of the two victims.
The leader arrived at the farm in the early morning, not wanting to miss any of the festivities. The sun was up, and it was already warming. It would be hot by midday. He joined the other members by the tents that had been set up, and poured himself a coffee. . The talk was of many things but always came back to the pending torture of Maggie & Henry. The night before they were both whipped & were chained in the barn,
The doors open, and they all turn to go outside. For some, it would be the first glimpse of the victims. There was an air of anticipation as two club members that were serving as executioners came out, dragging lengths of chain behind them. Attached to each chain was a collar, and in each collar an almost nude victim, Maggie & Henry. Each had their wrists shackled together. Their bodies were an red, with stripes of purple, from the previous night's whipping. They were dirty it was clear they had laid in the straw and dirt of the barn & they already looked worn out from no sleep and pain. Maggie's hair was a mess, the dirt smeared her face. It was clear that she had been crying, and equally clear she refused to do so now, in front of the club members that watched her carefully. She was stumbling in her movements but she had spirit
Henry had a frightened look on his face. He was beginning to realize there was no escape the whipping last night had explained that to him in no uncertain terms.The leaders focus was on Maggie. Not just because she was beautiful, , but because of that spirit. He wanted to see her suffer & finally break.
They were led to the whipping posts. They had seen much use since the club had purchased the farm and begun holding these events. There were blood stains on them Maggie was strung up on a hook, arms above her, so her body was taught. She was wearing a loin cloth but the rest of her body was exposed by the strain, and it was wonderful. He walked over to her & had a chance to observe her closely along with some of the other members. . Her exposure was humiliating for her. The stretched arms over her head revealed her back & shoulder muscles .Her fit body taught , her ribs exposed & firm breasts pressed against the whipping post .She looked beautiful, her skin covered with welts from last night's whipping
There was sudden silence as the executioner walked behind her. The first stroke was hard lashing across her shoulders and under her arms. The shock of it made her jump as she looked skyward. With the next stroke her head fell down & pressed against the post. An involuntary grunt escaped her lips as each blow fell. She was not going to scream, she did not want to give the satisfaction The sheer impact of the whip on her body forced the air out of her lungs & her grunts became louder and more pained as the whipping continued. Strength left her, body finally hung limp on the hook, the whipping stopped. A sheen of sweat covered her completely, trickling down her sides, under her exposed breasts, and down her legs. She was released from the hook & collapsed unable to move. At the same time Henry also suffered a severe whipping , he was laying on the ground next to his whipping post sobbing.
Maggie & Henry were forced to pick up their crosses and drag them up a small hill that had been selected as the location of their crucifixion . It provided a clear view for the club members to watch them suffer.
When they reached the top of the hill they dropped their crosses .The executioners approached Maggie first. They unlocked her shackles & pulled her on top of the cross. Each took an arm, sitting on the crossbeam with her arm underneath, facing her wrists. She was held securely in place. Large spikes were positioned next to her wrists, and hammers began pounding. This had the desired effect as she began screaming while being nailed to the cross. This moment when her suffering had actually forced her to lose control members moved closer to observe the horror in her face. The base of the cross was positioned near a deep hole that had been dug in the ground. Two executioners, using ropes to help guide the heavy cross, raised it up, and let it slide in to the ground. They watched intensely as her weight pulled her down and increased tension on her arms the higher she went, and the look of shock on her face was priceless agony as her cross thumped in to place in the hole. The executioners first secured the base of the cross with wedges of wood driven deep in the ground, as she helplessly hung and kicked her feet in an automatic gesture to support herself. One of the executioners then tied her feet together, raised them up so her knees were bent, and tied them to a small protrusion on the upright. Her feet found the platform, and pushed, trying to relieve the agony in her shoulders and arms, and suddenly discovered the platform was actually a sharp inverted V shape, designed to be most painful to stand upon. Once again, this realization could be seen in her face. There was to be no respite, no assistance, simply choices in pain.
They watched the same process with Henry, who was hyperventilating through most of the ritual until he was finally secured and hanging. At this point he started crying again, screaming out on occasion and writhing on the cross. He was exerting far too much energy. He would not last long.
Maggie began the dance. After a few minutes of hanging from her arms, she managed to press herself up, and stand on the precarious point below her feet. Her face was a study in pain, and the relief to her shoulders and chest was short lived as her legs gave out from under her, and she sank back down.
Her body was wet from sweat, partly from heat and partly from pain. It was fascinating watching the effects of this torture on her body. With her arms stretched above her, the gentle undulation of her ribs was visible under her skin. Each labored breath could be seen clearly in her stomach and chest. Her beautifully shaped breasts fell forward slightly as her body leaned slightly out from the cross. They could see & almost feel the stretched muscles in her arms & shoulders, her legs straining to lift her weight.
Hours later Henry was taken down. He had exhausted himself far too quickly with hysteria and died. Maggie continued to amaze the crowd. She sank down deeply and lost control of her bladder. They could tell she knew that she was losing control of her body, that it was no longer her own, and that she was beginning to no longer care. She had probably forgotten who she was, her name, why she was here, and was simply enduring the agony until it ended one way or another. The leader went close to her & watched her breathing, which was coming in short, shallow rasping draughts. Her hands were a deep purple . Her bent legs were spread wide, exposing her sex for all. That beautiful hair clung to her shoulders and breasts, wet with sweat. Tears stained her cheeks, though there were none left. As her breathing rasped more and more like a death rattle, the end was near and soon afterwards she expired , left there for all to see.The club members cheered they had gotten their revenge on Maggie .
