Chapter 5/5 6 (there'll be another one )
My desperation was difficult to describe. I thrashed in my bonds, I swore, I cried, all to the amused stare of the old man. He chuckled quietly and then walked away.
"Magda. Magda, please... Please get me down." I begged.
"I can't", she replied. "He sent us £500 now and will send us another £500 at 6pm. You'll just have to bear it. You're more than halfway through your ordeal now. Just an hour and a half to go".
"Please", I cried. "My arms hurt. I can't handle an hour and a half."
"Well, you don't have a choice, do you?"
I took another deep breath, trying to find a position that wasn't painful, which was difficult. I writhed a bit on the cross, occasionally wincing and moaning.
Through tears, I saw the man came back with a camera. He pointed it at my writhing body and took some pictures. Then some more. Not like I could do anything about it.
At some point, the clock chimed five. There were a few people still at the party, mostly late arrivals. They would walk past me, look at the whiteboard, leave a donation (why? my time was already maxed out). Some of them took pictures. Then, they'd proceed to the rest of the party. Clearly there's only so much of my suffering they wanted to see. It was just me who had to experience all of it.
But my arousal was also not going away. It must have been about three hours of me getting stimulated and humiliated physically and mentally by now. The aching and the feeling of emptiness down below was only getting stronger and stronger. Me doing my dance on the cross only made me feel more like I had to be humping something solid, instead of just the air.
Five fifteen. The pain was still there. My teary face was photographed by the old man from a few angles. I don't remember what I promised him if he let me get down, but I failed to convince him. He just wanted to see me suffer.
By about five thirty, everyone had left. It was just me, Magda, the cross and the man quietly watching my torture from a distance. And it was indeed torture at this point. Except in real torture, you can make it all end by telling the torturer what they want to hear. Here, it wasn't possible.
The man approached me again. He nodded to Magda and she looked around. Suddenly, she walked up to me and... pulled off my loincloth!
I gasped in horror. "Magda!!! No! Please!"
She pulled off what was covering my breasts, exposing them to the whole world. "Please, no! Put it back on! Someone will see!"
The old man approached me with a camera, still very calm and collected. He took some more pictures of my naked body, including my pussy (God, I hope he couldn't see how wet I was!) By that point I was full-on crying and gasping in pain, constantly begging to be released, or at least to have my rags back. I was also desperately scanning the area to see if anybody else was about to see me.
My torturers were talking with each other again, occasionally nodding. Magda giggled and they looked at me. "Please, no. Please, don't make me spend more time here", I begged. "Don't worry", Magda said. "Your suffering on the cross will soon be over." She walked away, leaving me alone with the man. The clock chimed quarter to six. Just fifteen minutes left.
Magda came back with a bundle of my clothes. She took out my underwear and threw the skirt and the top on the ground. She then stuffed the underwear into my backpack. By the point, I was past caring about what they were going to do to me. I saw the man walk a few times over my clothes, grinding them into the dirt. He took a picture of that as well.
Finally... That was it? The man approached Magda and took out his phone. She nodded and smiled. "Thank you", he said. He then walked past me and looked straight into my eyes. "And thank you too."
And that was it. He turned around and walked away. The clock struck six.
Magda turned the whiteboard around where it said "Total raised: £2539".
"Well done, Dani", she said. "This is all you. Let's get you down from here. I'm proud of you". She grabbed the stepstool and finally, finally placed it under my feet. I cried out in relief, my legs shaking, as I was finally able to stand up straight again. Tears were flowing down my face. I wasn't even angry or upset at Magda for putting me through this. All I felt was... triumph?
She untied my hands and helped me down to the ground. She hugged me, massaging my shoulders. "Well done," she repeated. She gave me a bottle of water and I gulped it all down. I was just glad it was over. Except of course... there was that matter of my clothes lying in the dust. Now that I wasn't just focused on my pain, I couldn't help but worry about what was still going to happen.
Magda saw me looking at the clothes. She fondled my breast. "Well, I did say your suffering
on the cross was over". She got up and started packing up the supplies. "What are you waiting for? Get dressed." She dropped the collections box into her backpack.
"Wait, what about my underwear?"
"You'll get it back tomorrow", she laughed. "Our friend gave me strict instructions."
"Wait, but... Please. I don't want to see that man."
"Oh no, you won't visit him. You're all mine this evening. He just wants to know that I did these things to you."
Flabbergasted, I picked up my clothes. They were covered in streaks of dirt. I put my skirt back on, then the top. I bet I looked ridiculous. Magda had finished packing by then. She looked at me.
"Damn!" she said. "Now you look like a real servant girl!" She grabbed her phone and snapped a couple of pictures.
"Magda, please". I begged. "What about my sandals? Where are they?"
She was looking at me condescendingly. Of course. Of course.
"Magda, come on. I can't cycle home like this. Just give me my flip-flops at least."
"Who said anything about cycling?" She grabbed her backpack, and mine! Wait! My keys and my wallet were there!
"Hang on, just hang on. Please. Just give me some money for the bus!"
She laughed once again. "Bus?! Don't be ridiculous. You're using this", she painfully stepped on my bare foot, "and this", and the other.
"W.. what?! Are you expecting me to walk through town barefoot?!"
"Well, yes. It's not that bad. Our halls aren't that from here. Don't use the main streets and maybe nobody will even notice you!"
"Magda, no! Please! Just... No! I can't do this!" I begged. But she turned around and walked away.