Chapter 14: First day of crucifixion – torture and games
(Part 2 of 2)
After a few more hours it was obvious that Alisa was exhausted as her movements slowed down and sometimes she just slumped down hanging from her arms. Her tormentors decided to wake her up again by spraying cold water over her body. But that was not enough this time. Mahdi climbed on the block placed before her and he started to rub her vulva and clitoris, making her groan as she felt a sudden lust arise in her lower body. She still hated when that happened. She felt miserable, hurting, aching all over, and still the man managed to get her excited? She felt so raped.
With a gagging sound she grunted several times, her body rising and lowering on the cross, while Mahdi kept masturbating her. The more excited she became, the more vigorous his fingers rubbed her clitoris. And just when she started wailing and shaking all over, a clear indication she was going to have an orgasm, despite all her misery, he stopped.
For a few moments she hung there on that cross, gasping for air, feeling desperate and confused, trembling as the lust slowly settled to a more distant sensation. But then Mahdi resumed the stimulation, very carefully, gentle, almost tickling her sex. Alisa gasped as this set her on fire once again, even more than before. And when he shoved two fingers into her vagina to rub her G-spot, she cried out, her body suddenly and overwhelmingly convulsing and shaking all over, jerking her head left to right, suffering from her orgasm like she suffered from all the pain she was enduring and not being able to escape from it.
Mahdi kept going, forcing a few more orgasms onto her, until she was foaming around the mouth and collapsing on the cross. Only then did he stop and with a sudden gentleness and perhaps a mockery of care he kissed her on the panting lips, whispering she was doing very well. She wept.
As she slowly recovered, he came back to her and this time he attached a clamp with a wooden disk on each of her nipples, making her groan in pain and fatigue. More horribly though was the clamp he placed on her almost numb but also aching enlarged clitoris. It was made of metal and the prongs bit most painfully in her sensitive little knob. It once again caused her to squirm, trying to shake the horrible clips from her nipples and clitoris, but her movements were in vain. To make matters even worse Mahdi next hung a little basket to the clip attached to her clit, which caused her sensitive knob to be pulled down continuously.
Alisa was gasping and panting while struggling with the new sensations this all brought to her. But just when she felt it could not get any worse, it did. This time it was the young boys that lined up in front of her, at around a distance of 10 meters. The boys were youngsters and quite excited about the game they were going to play. Each of them held a handful of white pebbles and one by one they started to toss those towards the naked woman. Some pebbles were aimed at the wooden disks clamped to her nipples, other pebbles were thrown in an arc, aimed at the basket hanging from her clitoris.
It was a horrible fate that had led her here, being nailed to a cross on a hill, bathing in a scorching sun, suffering from all her wounds, struggling to stay alive. And now young boys were tossing pebbles at her, making them rain down on her arms, legs and head, pelting against her stomach and even her breasts. Alisa was weeping while she struggled to move her body out of the way, unable to avoid being hit again and again.
One of the boys managed to hit the small board clipped to her left nipple, but though it hurt and the board turned downward, it wasn’t knocked off her nipple. Another boy tried to hit it, but misjudged the distance and hit her with a pebble on her shoulder, hard enough to leave a bruise. More than one pebble flew over her head or missed her body. The pebbles that came at her with an arc, aimed as they were for the basket between her legs, often landed on her shoulders, arms or her head, leaving her crying with sore bumps and bruises. When a pebble landed in the basket, she cried out as it cause the clip at her clitoris to jerk and pull at her, causing excruciating pain in her crotch. She tried to lower herself and shake the basket off her, but she could not manage to lose it. When more pebbles landed in the basket, as the boys were learning how to aim for it, the pull at her clitoris got harder as the basket got heavier, making her cry and writhe in agony. Each time a hit was scored, the boys cheered and they got rewarded by her tormentors with money. At some point both the boards at her breasts got knocked off, but that was a relief as the clips were now no longer squeezing her sore nipples. However, it also resulted in every boy aiming for the basket and it started to fill up much quicker now. She desperately tried to swing the basket by moving her hips, hoping to tilt it and make some of the pebbles drop out, but the swinging itself hurt her clitoris so bad, she stopped trying and froze instead, weeping as she suffered from this horrible game they were playing.
When the boys were finally stopped and the rain of stones was halted, she hung panting at the cross, her chest heaving with the struggle of coping with the pain in her entire body. Her clitoris felt like it was slowly being torn off. She begged them to remove the basket, but they let it hang and told her to get used to it. Her clitoris was elongated by the pulling chain and the heavy basket, but was still holding. She tried to move as little as possible, but was too tired to stay up. Her legs were also too cramped to lower herself into a squatting position, so she tried sitting down on the finial again, resting her anus on the rounded top. It felt slightly better taking her weight off her legs, but she whimpered when she felt her anus giving in to the pressure and the top of the finial slipping into her rectum. In despair she tried to lift herself again, but she sensed how hard and painful it was to dislodge her anus from the wooden shape. Sinking down she felt her anus resting on the second wider ring, but that too started to spread her wider open and she had to raise up again to prevent herself from sliding even deeper over it.
The struggle with the anal seat was now in full swing. Each time she tried to free herself off the finial, she had to struggle with the pain in her wrists and feet, as well as the horrible pain in her clitoris that kept being pulled downward. But lowering herself forced her anus wider and deeper over the finial each time she tried to rest on it. And as she lost that battle, more and more of the wooden stick was being forced into her rectum, reaching deeper into her colon, making her feel extremely violated and full, until finally her anus reached the much wider bottom of the seat and she could stretch no further. She could finally sit down fully, though with horrible pain in her anus and a fierce ache deep in her bowels.
As the afternoon progressed, there appeared clouds in the sky. Alisa had slept a little, despite her pain and uncomfortable position, but she woke when she felt a breeze rising. The sun was now gone and she felt relieved when her hot skin was cooled. They gave her something to eat again and she could drink water from a bottle held at her lips, while she noticed how the crowd was leaving. Maybe they were going home for supper, or maybe the show was over for now. Alisa was relieved but at the same time it made her feel a bit more lost, as if she was abandoned in her horrible situation.
In the evening only two guards and two assistants remained with her. The wind had picked up considerably and the clouds were growing larger and darker. In the distance she could see lightning in the clouds.
Her feet and wrists were throbbing and her crotch had a dull burning sensation. Her clitoris had grown numb. When they finally removed the clip and chain with the basket, she howled when the feeling in her clitoris returned, making her writhe with pain. But as that too died down again, she finally felt as comfortable as she could be, considering she was sitting on a huge wooden pole and being nailed to a cross on a hill.
By nightfall the storm was picking up. She watched the black clouds rolling in from afar, lighting curling through the billowing clouds and sometimes reaching down to the earth. The rumbling sound got closer and closer. She felt dazed from fatigue and pain, but the storm was enjoyable to watch. And when it started to rain, cool raindrops falling on her overheated body, Alisa suddenly felt the urge to laugh. It felt like such a relief after the heat of the day. And as the thunderstorm approached, she also felt a sense of release.
Soon however the rain and wind started to become very uncomfortable. She started to whimper and begged the guards to release her.
“Take me down, please,” she whimpered, while the storm blazed around her. Part of her hoped they would take her off the cross as this was absolutely insane leaving her up there. Another part of her wanted to be struck by lightning, ending it all.
The guard and assistants didn’t take her down though. Instead they took a large covering sheet and wrapped that around her, loosely tightening it with ropes, trying to protect her from the storm that was rising in strength. From under the sheet Alisa wept as she now felt as if even the cosmos or the gods were trying to punish her. The wind caused the cross to shake and the covering sheet made a lot of noise from the raindrops pelting down on her. Thunder roared nearby, but lightning never struck her. The Gods didn’t want to end her suffering just yet. The night was long and terrible.