Yvette's Dream

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Chapter Two

When she returned home after these visits she began to cast around for a Church near to where she lived. She opted for Catholic because they tended to have the better statues. Eventually, she found a suitable Church and started to make regular pilgrimages there.

On the day of her eighteenth birthday, she was due to have a big family celebration in the evening. So she decided to have a private celebration of her own eighteenth birthday with a trip to the Church. It was her aim to think all her thoughts about crucifixion and then go home and give herself a lovely orgasm.

She was sitting in the Church while a Mass was in progress. There were three clergy in attendance; a couple of wardens in dark gowns plus two girls about the same age as herself, acting as servers or whatever. The girls wore plain white surplices, with bare legs and simple black pumps on their feet. As the girls went about their duties, Yvette began to wonder what they might be wearing under the surplice. She tried to catch them between herself and a bright beam of sunlight to see if an outline was visible. Even as she was thinking these wicked thoughts, she knew enough about God to expect a bolt of lightning to strike her down at any moment.

Perhaps they were wearing nothing. Why not? The surplice completely covered them and it was a hot day. If it were Yvette, she would have stripped everything off in the vestry and just worn the surplice. She though how sexy it would be, collecting money from all these old codgers, knowing of her own nakedness while they were completely oblivious. God, if only they knew how close they were to a bit of moist young pussy, that might put a smile on their miserable faces.

The offertory had been collected and all the plates ended up at the back of the Church. The proceeds were tipped into one large plate which was held by one of the girls, the one with long blonde hair. Then, accompanied by two wardens, she was escorted up the centre aisle carrying the heavy plate held out in front of her in a gesture of subservient offering.

Yvette looked at this spectacle and her mind started racing. The wardens, each of who carried a wand, a long wooden stick with a silver cross on top, were walking either side of her and slightly behind. They carried their wand over their outside shoulder as they walked along in a tight group. Yvette considered the scene, the wardens dressed in black, while walking between them, the young girl in pure white with a long flow of blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. Yvette imagined that the inner arm of each warden was linked with the arms of the girl. They marched her up the aisle to the altar and she gently placed the collection plate at one end of the altar.

Then the 'guards', still gripping her arms, wheeled her round to face the congregation. The Priest stood behind the girl with his hands on her shoulders. He intoned a blessing in Latin and then proceeded to rip the surplice from her shoulders until it fell in a puddle around her feet. She tried to cover her nakedness with her hands and arms but the two guards prevented this. Yvette considered the shame and humiliation that the girl would feel, naked in front of her own congregation.

The Priest moved to one side and she was lifted and laid over the altar. Her head was to the back and tilted to one side as she tried to see what was going on. Her knees reached the front and her lower legs hung down.


The guards forced her legs apart and placed her feet into stirrups which were fixed to the front of the altar. Her legs were held firmly apart. Her pussy was in full view of the congregation. Then the guards stretched her arms out sideways and her wrists were shackled to the two huge candle sticks that stood on the altar.

Yvette, who was extremely wet by now, tried to imagine the view from above. This poor naked girl with her arms spread in a crucified position. Her legs splayed apart and a patch of marble altar slab visible in the triangle formed by her thighs and the front edge of the giant table.

The priest then spread the host out on her naked breasts. He consecrated the wine by pouring it from an ornate silver jug over her pussy from where it trickled slowly down into a shallow vessel located between her legs. The general congregation were served Communion at the altar rail by one of the assisting priests who had his own supply of host and wine. Meanwhile, the great and the good took their Communion at the virgin altar.

The priest placed the host in their mouths and then they lapped a little wine from the vessel between the girl's legs. Before raising their heads, they would kiss the girl gently on her sex by way of thanks. Yvette imagined that she felt the odd one run their tongue between her nether lips causing a tremble in her gut. The women were doing it as well as the men. Indeed the women felt better, they seemed to know what excited a girl.

 

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Chapter Three

Yvette came to her senses and realised that she had been dreaming. But she had been imagining that it had been herself in the surplice, her body on display and her that had been used as an altar. The thought thrilled her and she was now so close to the orgasm she had promised herself.

As the congregation filed out of the Church, Yvette remained in her place, wondering how her 'imagined' service might have ended.

The priest took a lighted red candle and, while intoning a blessing over the girl's body he dripped the scalding hot candle wax onto her delicate nipples, tummy and mons.

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Yvette imagined how much it would hurt but also how much it would thrill. The hurt would depend on the height from which it was poured and the quantity in any single dose. She imagined the tightness in the skin as the wax dried. She had experimented on herself one evening when she was home alone. But it would be so much better if someone else was in control.

The blessing over, the guards would release her from her bonds, turn her to face the altar and fasten her ankles with her legs splayed wide. Then she would be pushed forward until her breasts touched the cold marble. Her wrists would once again be fastened to the candle sticks. She could not move, the twin globes of her pale white ass were on show and between her legs could be seen the entrance to her young virgin pussy. He walked up to the girl and, taking the ampulla of chrism from the altar he proceeded to anoint her genitalia with the warm oil.

Yvette knew that she would squirm as she felt the fingers probing her tight slit but now, the thought just made her wetter. The fear must be growing in the young girl. She struggled against her bonds but to no avail. The Priest stood behind her, reached down to the front his Alb and withdrew his erect penis through a vertical slit which had been strategically formed in the front of the vestment.

He grasped her slender hips and used them to pull himself onto her quaking body. He felt the resistance of her hymen and then, with a hard thrust, he broke through to reach the heaven beyond. The girl's body shuddered with the pain and she let out a cry as she felt the Priest tearing her maidenhead. She sobbed gently as the Priest started to stroke in and out of her. As his penis came almost out, ready for the next thrust, the blood from her broken hymen could be seen on his shaft.

He increased the depth, strength and rate of his thrusts. This was not planned as a tender de-flowering such as that which might happen between two young lovers. The Priest's only aim was to deliver the biggest parcel of seed into this girl's womb. He had been watching her from the time she joined the Church. He watched her blossom into the young woman she now was. It was he that gave her the job of serving in Church. Well now, she could serve him instead of God. As he thrust inside her he imagined that she was a sacrifice, her precious virginity an offering to his God. It was his duty to take her and the energy of his exploding ecstasy would rise up to heaven as a gift. At this point he had the most crashing orgasm and jetted his hot seed into her sullied womb.

Then the guards would each take their turn. One had been using the girl's mouth to build his erection while the Priest performed. Now the other took over and awaited his turn in the pussy. When they had finished taking what they wanted from her poor bruised body she would be left to rest, her heated pussy facing the body of the Church. Yvette imagined the steady stream of white fluid mixed with the colour of blood dripping slowly to pool on the floor beneath.

Well that's how it would have ended if it had been me, thought Yvette, as she rubbed her fingers over her pussy. She had put her hand up her skirt and was going to have her orgasm in the Church. Why wait until she got home? As she felt it rising she concentrated on the image of herself on the altar. She could feel the Priest's huge cock thrusting inside her as she lay on her back with her legs splayed. In reality, she was vigorously stroking her pussy with her fingers. When she eventually came it was mind blowing. It arose inside her until she could contain it no longer. One final touch on her clit and she came. She made some noise but not as much as she would normally.

She kept stroking as wave after wave crashed over her. She knew she had to keep going until it was all out, until she could bear it no more. When the moment came she knew it was time to stop. Her head was spinning she felt exhausted and out of breath. A feeling of euphoria flowed over her as she rested and licked the sweet juices from her moist fingers.

A voice spoke softly. "Sorry to disturb your meditation young lady, but I thought I heard a noise."

It was the priest looking down at her.

Fortunately, she wasn't draped over the altar; she was still safely in the pew. Had he heard her orgasm? How loud had it been? Had he seen her? And if so, how much had he seen. No wonder he was smiling.

Yvette was smiling herself as she picked up her purse. "You got your oats you randy old goat but I got mine too. I bet you don't realise how big and tight your fantasy prick felt in my fantasy cunt."

As she strolled down the aisle to the awaiting sunshine, she hoped that she hadn't actually said that out aloud. Oh well………

 

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Chapter Four

Yvette never forgot her eighteenth birthday and looked forward to following her dreams and fantasies when she went to university. She roomed in a small terraced house in Nottingham; it was not much to look at but she had a room to herself; she and her two housemates shared the lounge downstairs for eating supper and watching tv.

In her room were a few pictures which left the other girls thinking she was probably some sort of 'god botherer'. But she didn't act like that and indeed, she could be quite good fun most of the time. Yvette used the images to stimulate her imagination.

At night she would lay naked on the bed with her arms stretched up grasping the posts of her iron bed; her toes would be hooked under the rail of the bottom frame. By flexing her ankles she could induce a good tension which brought an ache to her shoulders and an intense pain across the tops of her feet.

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She imagined herself crucified, her pussy exposed to anyone who cared to pass by. What if one of the other girls should burst in unannounced? She looked up at the picture of the crucified girl that was pinned to the wall; it was illuminated by the beam from a reading lamp she had directed towards it. Indeed, she had now discovered images of crucified women. This was her 'night-time' picture which, if she remembered, was replaced by a similar picture of Jesus on the cross during the day.

The times she returned from college to find that she had neglected to change it. God, had the girls ever happened to see it? If they had, what must they think of her? She got a thrill just thinking about exposing herself to the chance of discovery. How would she explain it if asked? The idea of discovery was turning her on.

On one occasion she purchased some lengths of soft rope and tied her ankles to the bed rail. She tied another length between her wrists with a quantity of surplus length between them. She lay on her back and flicked the loop of rope until it passed behind the top bed frame completely. By rotating her right hand she was able to wind in the surplus around her palm until her arms were tightly splayed above her head. Now, if the door burst open, she would be unable to undo her handiwork quickly. She would be caught in the act and would have to explain about her fantasies.

She would listen as the girls moved around the house. She could hear one coming up the stairs, where was she going? Was she going to her own room or was she coming to see her? Would there be a knock and then the door swing quietly open? Yvette thrilled as the thoughts went through her mind; it always made her extremely wet; an arousal which she would have to do something about before sleeping. She did this now on a regular basis, knowing and even hoping that one day she would be discovered.

She began to look for images of the crucifixion on the web and was amazed at the wide range of material available. There were sites which seemed to specialise in crucified women; whether this was for the titillation of males or females she could not determine. As she researched deeper she realised that she was not alone, there were other girls who dreamt of crucifixion, who sought crucifixion and who had indeed experienced crucifixion. She found a crucifixion forum and signed on as 'Yvette'.

She was made very welcome by many of the members. In one post she revealed the whole story of how her interest in crucifixion had developed and how she speculated on what it might be like. It was a few days later when someone opened a 'conversation' with her, asking just how serious she was.

She confirmed that she was very interested but would need to know a lot more about where the conversation was leading. The short answer came back as, "ultimately, your crucifixion." However, she was assured, it would be a long path to the cross and she would need to be sure that she was ready for it. He explained that they were a group of individuals who regularly got involved in crucifixion and, while they took it very seriously, no-one was ever harmed by their activities indeed, some found it very uplifting.

Yvette indicated that she was very interested and would like to know more. It transpired that the group were reasonably local and that perhaps they should meet up for a drink sometime. Yvette agreed and a time was agreed.

 

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Chapter Five

With more than a little trepidation, Yvette arrived at the wine bar at the chosen hour. As had been arranged, she discretely made the sign of the cross as she entered. She felt a little silly doing that. She looked round; the place was not too busy. There was a couple sitting in a booth in the corner. The girl got up and came over to Yvette and greeted her. She introduced herself as Sister Eulalia and her companion as Brother Petrus. She explained that the titles Brother and Sister would become clear soon; but in fact they were husband and wife.

She took Yvette by the arm and led her over to the booth and offered her a seat opposite herself and Brother Petrus. The conversation started out with light background chat and as the white wine flowed, Yvette's tongue loosened a little and she told her life story. She explained that while she was not religious she did 'have this thing', about crucifixion. After some time, Brother Petrus declared that they should now explain where this might lead and how they might help Yvette to achieve her dream.

Between them they explained that their small group was a cult, not in any pejorative sense; that did not believe in an almighty creator god. What they did believe was that mankind was in charge of its own destiny and made its own decisions. If fault there be, it was laid at the individual's door; there was no god to blame. The discussion moved on to an analysis of Christianity and the pair of them tried to explain how much of a sham it might be; a useful repository for anything that couldn't yet be explained; an opiate that kept the masses in place while dangling the reward of a place in heaven in the afterlife. Behave yourself now and put up with all the shit and you will get your reward later. Not once did they denigrate Christianity, they merely did not accept it had any truth.

Yvette found herself identifying very strongly with these views and it seemed to explain why she had never followed her gran down the catholic pathway. Religion just hadn't seemed right to her at any time in her brief life. Even at school it had all been just stories and mainly about a man called Jesus. Now, strip away the religion, Jesus was a good bloke; he was a fine example to others and he lived his life as perhaps we should all strive to do. He helped other people less fortunate than himself and ultimately sacrificed himself in an attempt to assuage the sins of his fellow men. Whether or not he actually existed was not important; it was the message.

Yvette was amazed when the couple began to expound the same view of Christ. He was an example of self sacrifice for the greater good; he demonstrated a way in which life should be lived. He was not a god, he was a shining example.

They were in accord, they had the same beliefs and Yvette was beginning to warm to the idea of crucifixion at the hands of these two. Besides, he was a good looking hunk; and she was extremely attractive, stirring long repressed emotions in Yvette's young loins.

Brother Petrus explained that their group, of only six souls at present, were called Cruciferians. Each member was a Crucifer in that each regularly carried a cross. They believed in Christ, Lord Crucifer as they called him, only as an example and they acknowledged his suffering on the cross. So Yvette would be expected to work towards becoming a member of the group and sharing fully in their activities.

Sister Eulalia asked Yvette to confirm that she was happy so far. She explained that if this was the case she would now outline the pathway that Yvette would have to take towards her own crucifixion. She would need instruction in the ways of the Cruciferians; how they prayed, who they prayed to and what they prayed for. She would have to visit each of their 'stations' of the cross; humiliation, scourging, carrying, nailing and eventually the crucifixion. Although the nailing would be simulated it would still feel very real to her.

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Yvette sounded very excited by all this and asked how long the process might take. They expected it might take a few months and they would programme her crucifixion for the sect meeting on Good Friday in five months time. Yvette asked what the first step would be and Sister Eulalia suggested that it might be the religious education. After all, it was better that she knew what she was letting herself in for………………!

 

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Chapter Six

Religious instruction came as quite a surprise for Yvette. Sister Eulalia invited her round to her house one Saturday afternoon and they sat down to share a bottle of wine. It was explained that Cruciferians basically pray for themselves, for others less fortunate, for strength to bear their submission and offered their own bodies for the work of the cult and ultimately crucifixion.

Sister Eulalia said she would elaborate on this a little later. As a group they prayed to no-one except the image of the Lord Crucifer, who was their inspiration. No-one other than themselves could answer their prayers but by offering the prayers up to a focal point they hoped to gather the strength or wisdom to provide an answer.

Any member who had a prayer would inscribe it on a piece of paper and place it in a box which was located on a side table in the temple. Any member had the right to read all the prayers in order that they should know what others were thinking and hoping for. The power of their prayer would be directed towards the silver box in the hopes of creating an answer. Indeed, each member of the group had their own small prayer box at home and would often use it to offer up private or personal prayers by directing their individual power towards it.

The power of prayer was explained to Yvette as the bodily energy that was created by the individual in times of fear, humiliation, pain or ecstasy. When the whole group assembled in prayer, the combined energy would be more effective. Prayer meetings, and other activities, were conducted in a state of nudity or near nudity; the theory being that bodily energies could be released more easily. The generation of this shared energy was what they practiced at their meetings. Energy generated over a period, for instance an evening, would be stored up; whilst bursts of energy generated simultaneously would combine to provide a massive surge.

Yvette could understand why the crucifixion would generate energy from the fear of the unknown and the scourging; but where was the ecstasy? How could crucifixion generate ecstasy? Would the act of total submission provide the energy; or would she experience an orgasm on the cross? All these thoughts ran through Yvette's mind as Sister Eulalia moved on.

Yvette felt so relaxed in the company of Sister Eulalia that afterwards she realised that they had been talking about all sorts of things which should have been very private. Sister Eulalia had a knack of contributing a snippet of her own life into the conversation in order to extract a huge chunk of fact from Yvette. They talked about sexual experience; it transpired that was Yvette was sexually still a virgin although she had fumbled experimentally with one particular boyfriend. She admitted that she liked the female form and seemed to feel at one with it when she saw it suffering on the cross. She just wanted to console the victim and hold her tight.

When they got onto the subject of fantasies she revealed the details of her 'sacrifice' in the Church on her eighteenth birthday; how she had dreamt of being taken on the altar by a priest and his wardens. Yes, she definitely liked the idea of submitting herself to someone else's will. Sister Eulalia added a further piece to the puzzle when she said that orgasm was one of the greatest sources of bodily energy; when it was mutual or as part of a large group, the combine energy could be phenomenal.

Sister Eulalia explained that the group didn't spend all their time on the cross; they had other ways of creating energy. If she were to become a member of the group she would be expected to join in with their other activities; these were designed to generate energy from fear, humiliation, pain and ecstasy. This sounded like ritual sex to Yvette; she would happily be an active participant in all their rituals and she nodded her understanding and assent.

Sister Eulalia asked Yvette to wait, while she changed into something more appropriate. When she returned, Sister Eulalia was wearing a simple beige robe which was wrapped over and fastened at the waist with a cord.

The robe reached the floor and Sister Eulalia's blonde hair flowed over the shoulders.​

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Chapter Seven

Sister Eulalia told Yvette to stand up; she walked her over and stood her facing a full length mirror. Through the mirror, Yvette could see Sister Eulalia standing behind her. She nuzzled into Yvette's neck and her hands encircled her body and began to undo the buttons on Yvette's white blouse. Yvette could only watch as the girl in the mirror was slowly stripped. She didn't have to imagine how the girl must feel. The vee at the top of her blouse continued widening and growing downwards; a glancing touch of Sister Eulalia's fingers on her breasts sent a slight shiver down her spine. Her firm, but tiny, breasts were encased in a white lace bra; the slight swell of each breast was evident above the cups as if eager to be caressed.

The blouse was pulled gently from her skirt and removed from her shoulders. It was placed over the arm of a chair. Yvette could feel the energy rising; was it fear, humiliation or indeed a growing ecstasy. Once again the hands of her seductress got to work; in the mirror Yvette could see that her black skirt was being unfastened. Then, holding it gently at the waist, Sister Eulalia lowered it to the ground and invited Yvette to step out of it.

Again Yvette looked at the girl in the mirror; she admitted that she looked good in her white lace underwear. Her black medium heeled shoes were just the right height; they were comfortable and they accentuated her calves. How she wanted to be that girl in the mirror. She wondered what else might happen and considered all sorts of possibilities.

She felt fingers working at the clasp of her bra; suddenly the band loosened and tender hands held the garment to her breasts. She watched as the lacy bra was slowly removed and her firm lightly tanned breasts were exposed. The nipples were erect and the small areolae were a light brown contrasting with the pale colour of her skin. Sister Eulalia, still behind her, spent some time just stroking the breasts, weighing them in her hands; teasing and pinching the nipples. Yvette could see a damp patch appear at the crotch of the girl in the mirror. God this was humiliating while at the same time arousing.

The hands slipped to her waist and tried to pinch any surplus flesh at either side. They found very little to pinch but Yvette liked the feeling. Two thumbs insinuated themselves beneath the elastic of her briefs. Gently they sawed back and forth; the thumbs meeting in the middle just above her sex and then meeting again at the back just above her bum crease. She could feel as the elastic worked itself slowly lower. She now caught sight of the valleys appearing where her legs started to separate from her mons. When the thumbs crossed the skin of these pathways to pleasure, she felt a surge in her excitement.

Her pubic hair started to appear as the panties moved almost imperceptibly lower; she was privately relieved that she had trimmed that morning. She felt the elastic descending further; thumbs brushing across her smooth pubic area; thumbs gently easing the panties over the firm mounds of her bottom. Sister Eulalia made her watch until she had eventually eased the panties down to her ankles. Yvette stepped out of them and Sister Eulalia picked them up. Putting them to her nose, Sister Eulalia savoured the sweet scent of youthful excitement. She held them so that Yvette too could savour the aroma of her arousal.

Sister Eulalia turned Yvette through 45 degrees and stood in front of her; she now had a half profile view of herself standing all but naked in front of her temptress. Sister Eulalia bent down and gently kisses each breast with a tenderness that only a woman could show. She felt her nipples being kissed, then licked and finally sucked hard; hard enough to elicit a contented moan from Yvette. She then knelt at her feet and turned her head up so that she could attend to Yvette's aching pussy. She lapped the juices from between her tumescent lips; her tongue sliding gently across her engorged clit. She drew the labia gently into her mouth and gave them a playful tug. Yvette was overwhelmed with the feelings of warmth when emanated from within her and when Sister Eulalia asked, she happily assented to consummating their passion in the bedroom……….

 

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Chapter Eight

Yvette's taste for women had been confirmed but it was more difficult to confirm her taste for men. She was a virgin; whether intacta or not was yet to be determined. With the active life modern girls led, very few took a complete hymen to their first experience of intercourse. They tested her one evening when they invited her round for supper. There were just the three of them and, as the meal progressed the wine started to have a loosening effect. To break the ice a little further, they played a silly game. Well it appeared silly and frivolous to Yvette but her hosts had a definite purpose in mind. They would use a 'spinner' to pick a victim; and then one of the others would roll a dice which had on each face either the word 'truth', 'dare' or 'submit'. There were three 'truths', two 'dares' and only one 'submit'.

They used the game to elicit truths about each other with delicate questions about liking for sexual acts, tales of sexual experience etc. etc.. The only limit seemed to be the ingenuity of the questioner. The dares were simple like showing knickers or nipples; kissing each other etc. etc.. Submit meant that the victim had to remove an item of clothing. As the participants lost their clothing, the dares became more daring. It was all hilarious stuff, with the wine taking the edge off most of their inhibitions. It told Yvette a lot more about the people she was with but it gave her hosts a considerable insight into the likes and dislikes of Yvette. At the end of the evening, Yvette found herself naked and flat on the table being 'dared' to submit to a gyno exam. She even heard herself accepting the dare.


Sister Eulalia made a great play of donning the rubber gloves and then very gently but firmly she asked Yvette to bring her knees up and spread her legs. With the aid of a small speculum she conducted an inspection of the insides of the patient's pussy and was able to confirm that she was indeed virgo intacta.

Her hosts congratulated her on her abstinence and begged her to be careful to preserve her state, at least until her crucifixion. The dinner party moved on and, as they were each in various states of undress, Sister Eulalia found them silk gowns to cover themselves; not that anyone seemed bothered when they gaped open at every opportunity. Yvette slipped her knickers back on as the steady dripping from her pussy was embarrassing and a hazard to the upholstery.

At midnight they all retired to one bed and enjoyed each other's company. They each went to sleep happy and fulfilled although Brother Petrus had not been allowed to penetrate Yvette; but they had all had more than a couple of orgasms before they called it a day.

The following day, Yvette was introduced to the scourge. Fortunately, unlike the Roman version, this one did not have knots and pieces of bone on each lash. They intended to breakfast in the gowns which they had worn the previous evening and, as a concession to modesty, they each wore a length of white cotton lawn fabric wound around their waist and legs to form a loin cloth. At first Yvette thought it resembled a nappy and wondered why she couldn't just wear panties; it was only when she got downstairs that she realised why. Brother Petrus held a scourge in his hand; they each took one arm and led her out through the French windows.

The long garden stretched into the distance and at the end was a small wooded area. Once she was outside Sister Eulalia pulled Yvette's gown away and cast it to one side. They placed a black leather dog collar around her neck and attached it to a chain leash. On her wrists and ankles they fixed leather cuffs.

Sister Eulalia led her down the garden; Yvette tried to resist as she was genuinely afraid about what might happen. What if the neighbours could see her? A naked young girl, being dragged down the garden and into the woods. If they saw her struggling, would they summon help? She didn't want trouble for them, so she decided to submit and entrust herself to whatever Brother Petrus and Sister Eulalia had in mind for her.

In a small clearing in the wood there was a vertical post about twelve inches in diameter. Her leash was attached to this and, while she could move around, she could not move far. They made her hug the post while they fastened the cuffs together at the back of the post, about a foot above her head. They forced her legs around the post and fastened her ankles tightly to the far side of the post. They removed her leash and collar. Fortunately the wood on the pole was smooth as she was now hugging it tightly. She could not take all her weight on her feet and she could feel her arms already aching from the effort of supporting her body. She felt her loin cloth being removed.

Brother Petrus flicked her lightly with the scourge; it stung a little as it landed but left very little pain. He intensified the severity of his strokes until she started to flinch as he laid each lash on her. Her back, shoulders and buttocks began to colour. There were no wheals or livid lash marks but the overall effect was now becoming painful. Sister Eulalia asked if she was feeling pain; when she admitted that she was, Sister Eulalia told her to imagine all the energy that was coming from her body and how Jesus himself had suffered much more pain than this for the sins of others.


She felt the lashes falling between her legs now. They landed across her anus and curved round to penetrate the slit on her pussy. They were gentle lashes but nevertheless they stung. She could feel herself getting moist as he continued to assail her pussy.

Then the whipping stopped; she rested against the post while Sister Eulalia applied a soothing balm to her burning flesh. Sister Eulalia took great care to ensure that Yvette's anus and pussy were well attended to. Yvette could feel Sister Eulalia's fingers sliding along her slit, mixing her own excitement with the cooling balm and creating more arousal. When she had finished, Sister Eulalia kissed Yvette tenderly on either side of the neck.

 

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Chapter Nine

Brother Petrus unfastened her from the whipping post and stood her with her back against it. Yvette could feel the pressure of the wood against her smouldering skin. She felt the shackles being fastened once more; but now she was facing outwards, her body forced into a bow which thrust her small breasts and pussy outwards as if eager to taste the lash. This time it was Sister Eulalia that laid into her with the scourge. She knew just how much punishment the breasts and nipples would take; how hard the belly could be whipped and how to elicit the most exquisite feeling from the pussy with a lightly applied whip.

Sister Eulalia knew how much Yvette was aroused; she could see the moisture forming at the entrance to her pussy, the lips standing open almost inviting the lash to go deeper. The light flicks were now concentrated on her clit, it swelled as she was stimulated by the whip.


Yvette was going to have an orgasm, not from the pain of the whip but from its pleasure. She was learning the power of the scourge; she was beginning to accept it as an important part of her life.

Yvette started to gasp, her orgasm was approaching. She could feel it rising inside her; would it be humiliating to orgasm in front of these people as a result of whipping? Surely she should be crying; but the only crying she was doing now was in anticipation as her climax rose and overwhelmed her. When it came it crashed over her; as the whipping continued she convulsed with a fresh spasm every time the lash struck her pussy. The convulsions were shaking her body as she forced out each mini climax.

Then she cried 'enough', and the whipping stopped. She paused to try and regain some composure; Sister Eulalia kissed her firmly on the lips and placed her own hand over her pussy, teasing the last responses from her. She congratulated her on her performance and announced that she had reached the first stage on her journey towards crucifixion.



Brother Petrus gently unfastened her from the post and lowered her to the ground. He placed a robe around her shoulders and proceeded to remove her cuffs. They helped her to her feet and with one on each side, they guided her gently back to the house. As if nothing had happened, they sat at the table drinking coffee and eating breakfast. They talked about the events of the previous twenty four hours. When she left the house later that day, they presented her with the scourge, saying that she had earned it with composure and bravery. Should she wish to raise energy in the comfort of her own home she could whip herself as hard as she could bear. Indeed, before she attended meetings she would be expected to use the scourge sufficient to leave marks that would be visible when she exposed herself to the other members………

 

[crucifer]

Chapter Ten

The weeks moved inexorably towards the appointed day of her crucifixion. Frequently she would be a guest of Sister Eulalia and Brother Petrus and other members of the cult would be introduced to her; in more ways than one. She was given a waist chain to wear which was padlocked to her; from the front a small silver plaque hung inscribed with the letters 'V I', a constant reminder that she was a virgin and must remain so.

About a week before Easter she was invited to partake in an exercise in humiliation and fear; it was put to her as yet another test of her willingness. She was accompanied by Brother Petrus and Sister Eulalia. They drove to the north of Nottingham into a remote part of the forest.

It was the sort of location that visitors would use in the summer but today it looked deserted. In the heart of the forest was a lake which was circumnavigated by a path. They stripped Yvette of all her clothing save for her shoes. Everything was put into a holdall and placed at the side of the path. From behind a tree they recovered a wooden cross that they had stashed earlier. It was about eight foot high by three feet wide. Although it was not full sized, it weighed a considerable amount.

Yvette was then informed that if she wanted her clothes back again she would have to carry her cross for two miles around the lake, returning to this spot. The two of them would not accompany her but might be in the vicinity taking photographs.

Yvette started her ordeal, aware that there might be members of the public in the vicinity. The weight of her burden caused pain in her shoulders and legs. She made slow progress along the path, watching for where her next cover might be. Straining to see as far as she could; checking for members of the public.

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Watching the woods to her flanks making sure that no-one was there. She thought about abandoning the path and walking further away from the lake; the journey would be much longer; the going would be extremely tough, dragging a cross through all the undergrowth.

Suddenly she heard a noise in a patch of bushes to her right. She stood stock still assessing the situation; should she hide or should she flee? The decision was out of her hands when a young girl emerged from the bushes and caught sight of her. She looked her up and down and smiled. The young woman approached Yvette and asked her if she was alright. Yvette nodded shyly and begged her to let her proceed. The young girl ran her hands up and down Yvette's thighs as if she were checking out a piece of livestock. Yvette shuddered as her hands brushed her pussy. Were the others watching; would they rescue her if anything happened?

The girl then brought a riding crop sharply across Yvette's buttocks and told her to 'walk on'. Yvette did as she was told and the girl just stood and watched as Yvette put distance between them. After a couple of false alarms she arrived safely back at the starting point; relieved that she would now unburden herself and regain her clothes. She heard a crackling in the bushes and she saw Brother Petrus, Sister Eulalia and the young woman; their faces wreathed in smiles. They introduced her to Sister Julia; who turned out to be another member of the cult. So she had now met all six of them in one place or another.

Brother Petrus and Sister Julia walked over to Yvette and grasped her wrists; they dragged her a little way off the path and backed her up to a silver birch tree. They bound her hands and feet securely to the tree. They then went to rejoin the others at the path. She was now very vulnerable and it reminded her of times she had tied herself to the bed in the hope that her flatmates would discover her. If someone came by now they would definitely see her. The others stood and talked by the lake, drinking beer and skimming stones. Yvette could hear that they were talking about her.

Only one person happened to walk by; a man walking his dog. He glanced at Yvette tied to the tree; the inquisitive dog bounded over to her; sniffed and licked her pussy. He then heard the small group by the lake. With a shrug of his shoulders he recalled his dog and walked on. What happened to knights in shining armour and damsels in distress, thought Yvette.

As darkness began to fall they untied her and let her put some clothes on. The girls rubbed her arms and legs to help her regain her circulation then they sat her down on a blanket and gave her a welcome beer.

They dismantled the cross and stowed it in Sister Julias pickup truck. On their way home they stopped off at a pub for a meal and Yvette was able to think about her forthcoming initiation. She asked lots of questions and in return got a few answers.

However, she was happy; she liked these people and Sister Julia was very nice.

The initiation was to be an all day affair and would take place in the temple. There was only one last question for Yvette; how deep was her faith? She was told that all members of the sect bore the mark of the cross above the pubis. Yvette remembered having seen such a mark on Sister Eulalia and Brother Petrus. She could either bear the mark as a pendant around her waist; it could be tattooed in place or it could be branded. Her answer would be an indication of her commitment. She would not have to decide until next Thursday evening, when she arrived at the temple for preparation.

Yvette tried to elicit from the others how they had been marked; but none were forthcoming. The choice was hers alone and not to be based on expectations or norms.

 

[crucifer]

Chapter Eleven

The temple was located in a village called Clavus Magna which was on the road between Nottingham and Leicester. Her instructions were; when the bus arrived in the village to watch out for the Nail Maker's Arms; then stay on the bus for a further half mile and ask to be put down at the Manor gates. On the Thursday evening Yvette caught the designated bus and started out for the temple.

She had scourged herself just in case; she had bathed from head to toe in sweet smelling lotions. Her bush had been trimmed to nothing and she now shaved it every day to ensure it stayed smooth. She was as ready as she ever would be. She knew that in her excitement and anticipation she would get moist; so she had slid a panty liner into her silk panties.

When she alighted at the Manor she was faced with a large set of electric gates. She pushed the call button and she was instructed to wait inside the gates until someone collected her. The gates swung noiselessly open and she stepped inside. Behind her, the gates swung closed with a loud clunk and she was alone at the end of what looked like a long drive. Then, she heard the sound of the electric buggy which had been sent to collect her. The driver was Sister Eulalia who told her to 'hop on' and they started back towards the house.

The house was a set in a large area of mixed woodland and rhododendrons; there were a few formal lawns surrounding the house. The house looked huge; probably Georgian and had three storeys.

Attached to the left had end of the house was an old chapel and Sister Eulalia explained that this served as the temple. At the main entrance to the house she was ushered into a huge hallway. She was informed that the Manor belonged to another of their number Brother Acacius.

Sister Eulalia led her towards the end of the building where the chapel was located; they entered the chapel through a large oak door with huge iron strapping and bosses. In the corner to the immediate left was a small cell which had been added inside the chapel. The remaining floor area was basically clear from the stone floor right up to the timbered roof, way above. The eastern end of the building was semi-circular and arranged around the wall were a series of wooden crosses.

The central cross was occupied by a life size model of Jesus suffering the agonies of crucifixion. Under the figure was a legend which read 'Lord Crucifer'. She must remember to stop talking about 'Jesus' and 'Christ' and refer to him as 'Lord Crucifer'.

On each side, ranged in an arc, were three crosses which were currently empty. These were stepped into sockets in the floor and held tight by a series of wooden wedges. Each cross had a platform for the feet whose surface tilted forward. Cuffs were evident at either end of the cross bar and a wooden sedile was located above the foot plate. The foot plate had leather straps into which the feet could be slipped rather like a set of wooden shoes. The narrowness of the strap opening however, ensured that one foot had to be placed on top of the other. The straps appeared as if they had been pierced by a nail; the head was visible and blood stained the leather.

At the focal point of the semi circle stood a stone altar. To the right against the wall was a table which carried what appeared to be the prayer box; to the left hand side was parked a rather complicated set 'library steps'. The devise had two sets of steps and two top platforms which were linked; the whole thing was mounted on castors.

Immediately behind the altar was a socket in the stone floor, a pile of wooden wedges and a mallet. Running back from this point was a wooden cross laid on the floor with its head towards Jesus. This would be the site of her crucifixion. Yvette shuddered when she saw the preparations.

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Sister Eulalia took her back to the cell and showed her where she would spend the last night before her crucifixion. The room contained an old iron bedstead; there was a mattress and one pillow on the bed and a potty beneath it. There being no blankets, it was fortunate that the room was very warm. She was made to undress and her clothes were taken away. She was given a rough cotton shirt to wear which looked as if it had not been washed for months.

Sister Eulalia chained her wrist to the bed frame, leaving just enough slack so that she could use the potty if necessary.

A girl, wearing a simple skirt and blouse, entered carrying a plate bearing some lumps of cheese and a large chunk of bread. In her other hand she held a stone cup filled with water. She placed them down on the bed and suggested that Yvette eat something before her ordeal the next day. The girl and Sister Eulalia left the room and Yvette was alone with her thoughts. She was now very anxious about what might befall her. She chewed hungrily at the bread and cheese thinking this might be her last meal. When she had finished she lay back and stared up at the ceiling.

Just before midnight she heard the door open and when she looked up she saw Brother Petrus standing in the doorway. He asked her how she was feeling and then; whether she had decided how she would take the mark of the cross. Without any hesitation, Yvette said that she would be branded and would bear her mark with pride. Brother Petrus smiled, bid her goodnight; closing the door behind him. The lights went out and she was now left to wait……..

 

[crucifer]

Chapter Twelve

At eight o' clock she was awakened by the girl returning with yet more bread and cheese; she was told that she would be collected in thirty minutes. Yvette had hardly touched the food when the door opened and the girl walked in. She unlocked Yvette's chain and led her back through into the Manor and showed her into another small room.

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The room looked as if it had not been painted for years; a fly blown mirror graced the wall behind a tired looking water closet. The ancient wash-hand basin was only serviced by a cold tap and there was no plug.

The girl removed the rough shirt and instructed Yvette to use the water closet in the corner if she needed to. She advised that it might be a long time before she got the chance again.

The girl's gaze never left Yvette as she squatted on the bowl and released the contents of her bladder.

Determined that she would not be fazed by an audience, Yvette maintained an enigmatic and somewhat defiant smile throughout her ablutions. Satisfied that she was not going to be able to pass anything solid, she stood up and wiped herself with a bit of tissue.

The girl bathed Yvette from head to foot; taking great pleasure to ensure that her pussy and anus were clean. The cold water over her body was very invigorating to Yvette and she felt almost human again. The girl dried her down and then dressed her in a cotton loin cloth and a white cotton dress, which again didn't look particularly clean. She was led back to the bed and chained up to await further instructions. The girl left and closed the door.

Sometime later, the girl re-entered but this time she wore a long white robe with a hood. It was gathered at the waist with a white rope tied with a simple knot. There was a gold cross motif sewn on the left breast. She unlocked Yvette from the bed, shackled her wrists at the front and attached a chain to lead her.

She dragged Yvette from the room and out into the temple. Grouped around in a semi circle were five people in white robes similar to that which the girl was wearing. Brother Petrus greeted her and introduced her to the group that would become her brothers and sisters. The first thing she discovered was that they each had the names of martyred saints.

She already knew most of them. Brother Petrus and Sister Eulalia had been her sponsors, so to speak. The girl by the lake had been Sister Julia. Sister Agatha had been the girl who had served her supper and breakfast and she was married to Brother Acacius. Finally there was Brother Andreus who she had previously met at a dinner party.

Having completed the introductions, Brother Petrus asked if she was ready to take the final steps towards martyrdom. She confirmed that she was. He asked her if she still wished to be branded; she nodded. He told her that if at any time she wanted to stop the proceeding she only had to utter the 'safe words' - "I reject the cross" and she would be released immediately and returned safely to her own home.

She confirmed that she fully understood that she was undertaking this voluntarily and accepted the consequences. Brother Petrus ordered the assembled company to begin the proceedings.

Yvette was grabbed by Sisters Julia and Agatha and dragged towards the back of the altar. Yvette noticed that a whipping post had been erected in the hole in the floor; it had been firmly anchored with wedges. They fastened her wrist shackles to the top of the post and then, with one on each side, they tore her dress from her shoulders. It hung like a skirt, supported by the rope around her waist. Her back and shoulders were bare and there were only faint signs of her 'self scourging' from the previous day.

Brother Petrus took up a scourge and lashed Yvette across her back. He gave her six lashes which did not break the skin but they certainly stung and her back started to colour. He handed the scourge to Brother Acacius who landed six blows on the small of her back. Brother Andreus focussed his six blows on her shoulders, the lash occasionally catching her neck.

Sister Julia attacked her sides; trying to get the lash to curl around her body to strike Yvette's breasts. Sister Eulalia ordered the remains of the dress to be removed then Sister Agatha concentrated her six lashes on the backs of her legs. Brother Petrus stepped forward and removed Yvette's loin cloth; while sister Eulalia took hold of the whip. She delivered two lashes to each buttock and two severe lashes from below to strike Yvette's quim and anus.

The naked Yvette had her reddened skin attended to by Sisters Julia and Agatha. The gently massaged a soothing balm into her body. While doing this, they told her how well she had taken the lashes; and instructed her to keep her strength and determination up.

 

[crucifer]

Chapter Thirteen

The scourging over; Yvette was carried to the altar, laid on her back and was draped over it. Her head hung over one end while her legs hung over the other; her pussy was just in line with the edge of the cold stone. Two brass candle sticks had been fastened to the altar and her arms were spread and her wrists secured to these. Her ankles were pulled back to the altar and secured so that her legs were held wide apart. They finished securing her by passing a strap over her pubis and tightening it very severely. She could not move her pelvis at all.

A metal stand was placed so that it bridged her belly; on it was placed the silver prayer box. Brother Petrus explained that all the energy from the next process would be concentrated into the box; energy which would emanate from each of the members and from Yvette herself. Brothers Andreus and Acacius, together with Sisters Julia and Agatha stood in a row alongside the altar watching intently.

Sister Eulalia slipped off her robe; underneath she was completely naked. She stood at Yvette's head. Brother Petrus slipped off his own robe and he too was naked. He sported a huge erection which he directed towards Yvette.

He walked towards Yvette and placed the tip of his penis at the entrance to her pussy; their two free flowing lubricants combined to make one. A little gasp from Yvette was the sign for Eulalia to move forward and lower her moist quim onto the mouth of the young girl. Brother Petrus and Sister Eulalia arched over the length of the body and joined hands. Once they were in union with Yvette they would form a triangle at the centre of which would be the prayer box. The four onlookers dropped their robes and started to scourge their own backs.

Brother Petrus pushed himself gently forward into Yvette until he could feel his rod sliding easily into her. Sister Eulalia began to grind her pussy into the naked girl, urging her to lick and suck. Brother Petrus found the hymen; he started to rock back and forth gently; shafting that small part of Yvette's cunt that was currently available to him.

Then, when she least expected it he thrust forward firmly but gently to pierce the fragile membrane. As he drove through, Yvette felt it; her attempt at a gasp was transmitted to Sister Eulalia's pussy. Sister Eulalia squeezed Brother Petrus' hand to complete the circle. After a momentary pause, Brother Petrus started to pump the full length of Yvette's tunnel with long firm strokes; Sister Eulalia continued to grind satisfaction from the ex-virgin's mouth.

Brother Petrus now concentrated on trying to pleasure the girl; he wanted their orgasms to be simultaneous. Sister Eulalia had the task of trying to monitor the other two so that she could deliver her own orgasm on cue. Yvette was trying to help Sister Eulalia by encouraging her with her tongue. Each, in their own way, was working towards a climax. It was important that Yvette reached hers; the other two could always simulate if need be; although holding back was now becoming an issue. The tightness of Yvette's virgin pussy sheathing his cock was causing Brother Petrus a few problems. As for Sister Eulalia, it seemed as if 'little miss innocent' had been taking a few lessons.

Yvette could feel her orgasm coming; this would be her first from actual intercourse; she wanted it to be special. She imagined herself back on the altar in the Church at home. My god, she really was on the altar here. She had submitted her body to these people. She teased the feelings in her body; trying to force them from a smoulder into a flame. She was get very close; she could feel it coming and she was not going to hold back.

She licked harder at Sister Eulalia's clit; she used her vaginal muscles to squeeze Brother Petrus' cock. They were close and she needed to let herself go. One particular wave hit her and it was enough; she rode it like a surfer until it crashed into her orgasm. As she felt Sister Eulalia shudder she felt the pulsing of Brother Petrus' cock as it pumped its seed into her once virgin womb and; at the height of her climax she felt a searing pain across her belly.

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The onlookers ceased their scourging. Brother and Sister let go of each other's hands. Sister Eulalia slid gently off Yvette's face; bent down and kissed her fully on the lips. Brother Petrus withdrew his still tumescent prick from Yvette's pussy. He too bent down and kissed her pussy; tasting their mixed juices as they started to slide out of her womb. Yvette's bonds were unfastened and she was lifted down from the altar.

She looked down to where the pain in her belly was and she saw the mark of the cross perfectly formed above her pubis. She had been dreading the branding and yet it had happened without her knowing. She assumed that the tight leather belt which had secured her contained the cross symbol embedded in wires; a sharp jolt of electric current, at the moment of climax, had heated the wires and seared the motif into her skin.

Sister Julia gently rubbed some ointment over the mark and thought how brave this girl was. The pain started to ease; as if by magic.

The three Sisters slipped a white robe over Yvette's shoulders. This would be her robe when the initiation was finished. They led her through to a small sitting room and let her relax. They plied her with drink and talked about her performance.

 

[crucifer]

Chapter Fourteen

After a short period, they returned to the temple. The whipping post had been moved; the altar had been slid to one side and a cross lay on the floor. The base of the stipe was by the socket in the ground and the head was furthest away from the crucified Lord Crucifer. When raised the victim would be facing Lord Crucifer and anyone else who occupied the other crosses.

Attached to the top of the stipe was a pulley system with four falls; this disappeared into the beams of the roof. At either end of the crossbeam, a single rope was attached to a strong eye bolts. Sisters Julia and Agatha led Yvette back into the temple; they took her to stand by the cross. They took away her gown and ordered her to lie down on the cross.

They tied her ankles together and then to the cross so that they just rested on the foot rest. Then, they spread her arms and bound her wrists to the cross. Brother Petrus appeared in her vision and he had a large lump hammer and a nail in his hand. The nail had a large wooden washer around it. Yvette could not believe that despite all the reassurances, she was going to be nailed.

Brother Petrus placed the point of the nail in the gap between the third and fourth finger on her left hand and started to drive the nail home. The impact of the hammer hitting the iron nail; the vibration of the cross beneath her all felt so real. She could feel it as it grazed past her skin; then the pressure of the washer as it came up to her hand; she could not move a finger Brother Petrus repeated the process on her right hand.

Brothers Petrus and Andreus took charge of the fall rope on the pulley. Brother Acacius stood ready to guide the stipe into the socket and wedge it securely. Sisters Julia and Agatha each took hold of one of the guide ropes which would stop the cross spinning.

Sister Eulalia gave the signal and Yvette could feel the cross starting to rise; she could feel the slow transfer of weight from the back of her body to her wrists, hands and feet. Brother Acacius prevented the foot of the cross from skidding across the floor; while the sisters kept their ropes tight to ensure that the cross did not tip sideways.

Before it was even finally in place, Yvette could feel the strain wracking her body. Once vertical she felt a slight jarring jolt as the post dropped into its socket. She heard Brother Acacius hammering home the wedges. The guide ropes were abandoned and the fall rope was tied off.

She glanced around as she struggled to make herself more comfortable. She found herself alternating between straining her legs and straining her arms. There was no happy medium and there was no way that she could simply stand up. Down below, the Brothers and Sisters were now all completely naked. Brother Petrus had slid the 'library steps' up to one of the empty crosses. Sister Eulalia mounted the steps at the front and Brother Petrus at the rear.

He helped her to pass her wrists through the loose cuffs and she then passed her hand under an iron staple and used this to hold onto. She repeated the process with her other arm. He then lifted first one leg and then the other and positioned them in the leather foot strap.

Yvette noticed that Sister Eulalia's sedile now had a rubber dildo attached to act as a cornu. As Brother Petrus moved the steps to the next cross, Sister Eulalia settled herself down on the sedile and the cornu.

So the process was repeated until five cult members, plus Yvette, were safely installed on their crosses. It was the function of Brother Petrus on this special day, to look after their safety and attend to their needs. Yvette noticed that the two crucified Brothers had massive erections and the Sisters were slowly stroking up and down on their cornu.


So this is what it felt like. She had attained her dream and she was crucified. She felt as one of the cult and would be more than happy to share time with them; particularly now that she was no longer a virgin. She could still feel effects of the first prick inside her; the nagging pain from her ruptured hymen. It would pass; now she must concentrate on the pains in her arms and legs.

She glanced down at her brand and she was pleased that she had not wimped out and gone for a tattoo. She must remember to write an account of her experiences for the Crux Forums; after all it was them that had made this thing happen.

How long would this go on? She knew that once it was over they would cut her down and freshen her up; then they would all celebrate her initiation with a meal, lots of wine and, she hoped, an orgy or something. She certainly wasn't expecting to be home until sometime Saturday. God she wanted a wee; how embarrassing for her.

She didn't know how long it would be before they took her down but she couldn't survive much longer. Sod it, she had to let it go, and so a stream of warm piss emerged from her pussy and trickled down her legs. It ran over her feet to pour from the tips of her toes onto the concrete floor below. Looking round, she realised that she wasn't the first to succumb.

Her mind drifted back to all those images she had used to give herself orgasms. Now it was she and not just images. She hoped they had taken pictures; she was sure that they would have. Perhaps some young girl in the future would see them and start wondering what it would be like to be crucified; starting out along the path which she had just trodden.

She would take the name Sister Agnes; as she too were a virgin martyr; quite appropriate she thought. She was contented with her lot; she had given herself completely and she had met all their conditions. Yvette was a happy girl; but her arms and legs ached like buggery…

The end, or was this just the beginning of the 'goings on' at Clavus Magna?​

 

[crucifer]

Finally, for those who would prefer it, a .pdf of the illustrated story.

 

[Quiet Paul]

What a wonderful story - the revised version with the images of that gorgeous model brings the whole thing alive. Thanks Crucifer

 

[crucifer]

What a wonderful story - the revised version with the images of that gorgeous model brings the whole thing alive. Thanks Crucifer

Thank you Quiet Paul.

 

[crucifer]

And it has been totally revised, and illustrated by Melissa and Julie - starting at the bottom of page one.