Chapter 17: Third day of crucifixion - impregnation
(Part 2 of 2)
The doctor left half an hour later, when the crowd started to appear on the field. There were not nearly as many people here as before, but some really wanted to see how things were going to end and so they installed themselves with blankets on the field in front of the cross.
Alisa watched them from her position on the cross, but she could hardly see them because of the tears in her eyes. She was weeping almost continuously and groaning regularly when her lower muscles squeezed in contractions. The doctor had put the metal egg that was used on her a number of times before, inside her rectum, with a chain leading to her clitoris, which was painfully pinched by a sharp clamp. The egg sent a strong electrical shock through her rectum, her vagina and also her clitoris, making her clench hard on the bulbous pump inside her vagina, even though that was the last thing she wanted to do. It happened only once every ten seconds or so. Each time she was forced to squeeze because of the shocking system, she felt a drop of cold liquid flow into her mouth. She also felt a coldness spreading into her lower abdomen. She writhed in agony and horror.
Nobody could really see which torture she was enduring. They did see the rubber tubes leading to her vagina and mouth, but not what they were for. They mostly noticed how Alisa was moving on the cross, a slow dance of lifting herself and lowering her aching body. Her legs trembled, her hands clenched weakly, she was crying, her body was covered in sweat and her wrists and feet were bleeding again. Some noticed how her lower body was sometimes jerking slightly, when a contraction was stronger. Her groans were also noticed.
The cruel doctor had not left her without any supporting measures to help her get through this. He had given her two injections, one as a pick-me-up, like he called it, to boost her energy levels. The second one enhanced her arousal. Alisa fought against this rising arousal with everything she had. Her dance was not only to help her breathe, it was also to hurt herself and fight against the lust her lower body was receiving from her squeezing muscles every few seconds. Sometimes she felt a wave of lust run through her entire lower body and she had to close her eyes and pull at her own wrists to counter the effect by torturing herself.
As she was struggling on the cross, the camera crew returned to the field and started filming the agony she was displaying. They filmed her in close up, images of her facial expressions, which mainly showed despair and agony. Sometimes she looked into the camera with a pleading expression and a desperate groan. The mouth gag made it impossible to speak. Liquid that escaped from between her lips ran down her chin and dripped on her quivering breasts. The camera caught that in close up as well.
Charles and William were brought to the field, both wearing a ragged jumpsuit that used to be orange, but was now pale brown and showing lots of stains of dried blood. They were cuffed but their stumbling made it clear there was nothing left of them to act or try to escape. They were pushed to the ground in front of the cross, not far in front of Alisa. From there they could observe her struggles from nearby. William looked at her struggling body. Charles slumped down and looked to the ground instead.
After an hour of struggling and fighting, Alisa finally felt how the forced excitement started to overwhelm her. Even in between the electrical shocks of her lower body, her muscles started contracting and her hips jerked as she changed from fighting against the arousal she was experiencing, to the struggle to get off without being able to masturbate. Her whimpers and cries grew more desperate and changed tone. Sometimes she grunted very low, almost like a low guttural growl. Then she whimpered in a high-pitched voice. Her body went up and down the cross, her legs trembling, her hips jerking and her muscles spasming. Then, suddenly, it was there. The release was violent and pure horror. As Alisa experienced the convulsions of her forced orgasm, her mouth was filled with chilled sperm from the bottle and she sensed how she sucked in a lot of the spunk with her vagina. She felt cramps in her lower body but the convulsions kept going, hard and violent, while she grunted and growled and almost choked on the semen she had to swallow.
The orgasm finally slowed down and she slumped into a hanging position again, her wrists and feet bleeding from the hard jerking motions she had made. She was panting for air, drawing in deep breaths through her nose, while she felt the egg in her rectum holding still. She knew it would resume shocking her and she dreaded that. When it happened she gave a low grunt and started to lift herself up on the cross again, but she could already sense how she had become so sensitive, she would not be able to hold off another orgasm for long.
Mahdi and the executioner showed up on the field. Alisa watched them with dread as they positioned themselves close to her, watching her struggles from close by without saying a word. With her eyes closed she tried to push them from her mind and kept her inner fight going, but she was losing it fast. Suddenly her body was once again thrown into convulsions as another massive orgasm tore through her lower body, her vagina clamping down hard on the bulb pump, squeezing the semen up into her womb and also into her mouth. She choked on it and convulsed even harder. The semen ran out of her nose. It was suffocating her and Mahdi now reached behind her head to release the strap and pull the gag out of her mouth. She gasped for air, coughing and choking, her whole body shuddering.
“Fuck,” she gasped and spat out some of the semen while she slumped down into a half squatting position. Mahdi watched her as she caught her breath, her body trembling from the incredible ordeal she was going through. Without a word he held the gag in front of her face again. She shook her head and pressed her lips tight. He pushed against her lips and she grunted while the device in her rectum shocked her again.
“Open up,” said Mahdi, pressing the rubber gag against her closed mouth. She gave a muffled cry, not wanting it back in her mouth, but he kept pushing. A hand grabbed her right breast. She didn’t know if it was Mahdi’s hand or the executioner’s, but the fingers dug hard into her soft flesh, squeezing so hard she screamed. The gag was quickly stuffed back into her mouth and tied with the strap behind her head.
Alisa wept as she felt herself being forced into a third cycle, her body now constantly shaking, her hips jerking, her muscles squeezing involuntarily, forced to take in more semen into her body. She saw through her tears how Mahdi stepped back and how he held something in his hand, a stick or something. It reached out, pressed against her breast and suddenly there was fire in her sensitive flesh. Mahdi was shocking her breast with a cattle prod. Her body arched, she pulled herself up with a primitive grunt of pure agony. He pressed the prongs of the device deep into the flesh of her other breast and zapped her again, longer this time. She convulsed, choked, gave guttural cries of agony. Her whole universe erupted in pain, there was only pain, pure and flaming horrible pain. And yet there was also excitement. The shocks inside her rectum tore through her genital area and made her convulse. She started cumming again, despite the pain, or maybe because of the pain. She had lost all track and shook her head wildly while her body convulsed in another terrible orgasm, while Mahdi kept torturing her breasts with the cattle prod.