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The Pilgrim Girl - The Story of a Submission - 7
Christa hung silently on the cross. She felt the tension in her arms. She enjoyed the feeling of being forcibly stretched. That made this bondage so beautiful. Christa had always dreamed of bondage and her favorite fantasy was just this: she was tied to a cross. She liked this idea more than any other.
Between her thighs it tingled. She looked at me, she thought. What does it look like? Sister Zitas eyes ate me up. She could not get enough of me. She liked to look at a girl who is tied naked to a cross.
She lolled at the cross. In the meantime, it was not so easy to endure the crucifixion. Sister Zita had announced it. It would gradually be harder to bear it.
Does she let herself crucify? Certainly! How else should she know what it feels like? From mere watching? Certainly not! She goes to the cross herself. Because she loves it. Just like me.
Christa was a bit ashamed. She should repent on this cross for the sins of humanity. Instead, she felt sexual arousing. It was an incredibly erotic experience to be strapped to the cross in this chapel. She was excited like never before.
Is that a sin? My own sin? And can not I atone for my own sins?
Could the pain that so unspeakably aroused her be at all penance? Didn´t it feel like a reward? I can not help it, Christa tought. It is like that. I've always dreamed of being tied up, preferably naked on a cross. Now I experience it and it totally excites me. I can not help it.
She writhed at the cross. Her body moved against her will in an attempt to escape the oncoming pain. It was useless. No matter how she moved, whether she turned left or right, it always hurt. Although she tried to escape the pain, Christa welcomed it. Oh sweet pain!
She was sweating more heavily now. A film of sweat covered her naked body. She looked down at herself and saw her skin shine.
It hurts, she thought. Just like sister Zita said. It's getting harder and harder to endure. Yes. Oh, sweet pain!
Christa wondered if the nun was on the cross as well as she was right now. Did sister Zita dance naked at the wood of the cross? Did she moan? Was she panting with effort? Or did she hang quietly and surrender on the cross and endure it without making a sound?
She let herself crucify. I'm sure! She loves it. Just like me! She loves the cross. She loves to be naked and helpless strapped to the cross. She loves not to get away on her own. She loves to be completely at somebodys mercy. She loves the oncoming pain, the pain, the agony. Torment? Yes, torment. When crucified for a long time, simple pain becomes real torment.
How long did sister Zita stay on the cross? Certainly longer than a single hour. Certainly longer! Two or three hours? No, rather more. Determined four to six hours. The idea of being crucified for six hours increased Christa's excitement even more.
Six hours would really be painful. Christa was already suffering and she was crucified for maybe three quarters of an hour. Groaning, she writhed on the cross. When would sister Zita come? By now a quarter of an hour had passed. She was sure it was like this.
Christa sank into the handcuffs. She breathed intermittently. She gasped. Oh, it was so hard to endure! She felt a faint whimper rising in her throat. No! She was not allowed to moan loudly! She did not want that. She did not want Sister Zita to hear her whimpering.
Muted sounds came from the right. Christa turned her head. There was a door in the back wall of the chapel. She had not noticed that before. She had only eyes for the big wooden cross when the nun had led her into the chapel.
Behind the door she heard someone handling. Was that sister Zita? Or maybe someone else?
Christa was startled. Her body stiffened. Someone else? Another nun? What if this nun came to the chapel? If she found Christa?
If she sees me ?! I am naked! I am tied naked to a cross! Christa had to swallow.
Then she relaxed, at least as far as the bondage allowed.
Then she will see me! I can not help it! I am tied up. I'm helpless. I can not do anything. Nothing at all!
Christa reared up. She fought against the bondage. She started writhing on the cross again. It hurt. It hurt the whole body, mostly the arms and shoulders, but also her legs ached from the effort to keep pushing her up. The pain began to fill Christa up completely. It was good. It was nice. Nice painful. Painfully beautiful. Christa wanted to suffer, at least as much as she could endure, and maybe a little more. She loved the compulsion that the cross imposed on her. She loved being ruled by the cross. She loved being helpless delivered to the pain. She was stretched tight. She was tied up. She suffered. And that was nice somehow.
Christa groaned loudly. When sister Zita would come? She stayed longer away than a quarter of an hour. Christa was sure the nun had been away for more than fifteen minutes. Why? Couldn´t she come to the chapel? Did something happen? Did her abbess ask her to do some work? Or - wild terror in Christas heart - had she asked sister Zita to accompany her somewhere? For shopping for example? Would the sister be gone for several hours?
Then I have to endure, Christa thought. The thought filled her with terror and excitement at the same time. Several hours! Many hours! Maybe until evening? Oh, what an idea! Crucified until evening! She would squirm for hours on the cross and wish, - please!, please! - be released. Oh yes, then she would repent. And how! Sweet horror. Exciting horror. Christa squirmed.
The door on the right opened. Sister Zita came to the chapel. On bare feet she floated to Christa. She looked up at her.
"I see you are repenting, my dear. It's good. Atone! Atone with humility and dedication! You are fine, I can see that."
The nun smiled at her. "You look very sweet in your pain, Christa. I can see how hard it is for you. But you bravely endure it. You submit to torture in humility and devotion."
"How do you feel?", the nun wanted to know.
"Good," Christa said. "I'm fine."
Sister Zita smiled. "That's fine, my dear child. Very good.. You have it inside yourself. You are made to repent on the cross. Will you leave tomorrow?"
Christa shook her head: "No. I have four weeks vacation."
She saw sister Zita's eyes light up. "Four weeks? Ah? Very nice. You know, Christa, you could repeat that. The atonement on the cross, I mean. You can atone on the cross as often as you like. The cross waits patiently. The cross is always there for you, Christa."
Christa got heart palpitations. Always! Every day! As often as she wanted! Oh, what an idea! The tingling in her lap started again, wilder than before.
I can go to the cross as often as I want, Christa thought. Whenever I want! Sister Zita fetched the small wooden step-ladder and placed it in front of the cross. She went up the three steps and stood in front of Christa. The nun looked deep into her eyes. "You can repent on the cross whenever you want, Christa."
The desire of Christa really came out really well in this last part with her thinking of wanting to being crucified for hours and hours. Also the description of her sweating was well done. I loved the whole story and looked forward to more