A hot blonde in her mid-thirties had been sentenced to be bound for forty-eight hours on a Saint Andrew's Cross for serial unpaid parking/speeding tickets. Her crucifier/guard was another hot blonde, one in her twenties.
The crucified blonde, as to be expected, cried and moaned.
"Oh, give it a rest!" broke in the crucifier. "Think I like this anymore than you do? I have to be here another--fortyfour hours. That's forty-four hours away from my cat."
"FUCK YOU AND YOUR CAT, BITCH!"
The hot blonde crucifier perked up to this.
"You--shouldn't have said that. My cat is the love of my life. You really shouldn't have said that..."
With that the hot blonde crucifier approached the crucified blonde, holding something hidden behind her back.
"No! No, please! I'm sorry--"
"Too late for that now..."
Before the crucified blonde knew what was going on, the crucifier had blindfolded her. A new dimension of terror now weighed heavily on the crucified blonde, the fear of the unknown amplifying the agony in her crotch. It seemed dark and painful forever.
Then, the crucified blonde started suddenly as she felt a soft nose pressing against hers. Seconds later, she heard her crucifier say "Boop!"
The crucifier continued the "Boop!" game spordaically through the balance of the hours, reviving the crucified woman when she passed out, until the latter had a volcanic orgasm. The lasting effect was that the mere memory of being crucified gave the crucified woman powerful orgasms, while written or verbal mention of "Boop!" caused sheer , unctrollable terror to cause her entire body to shake.