carloscruz
Governor
Here you have another of my fantasies.
If you enjoy it, please do tell me!
Part 1 of 2
We had been exchanging messages for a couple of years through a Crux Forums conversation. She was one of the Staff Members and we learned that we lived not too far away from each other.
One day she surprised me with an invitation for a “crux lovers gathering” at her house. I readily accepted and she gave me her address.
When I arrived, not knowing what to expect, I realized it was a big estate. A beautiful ample house surrounded by quite an extension of land.
I was even more impressed by her. I will call her “The Hostess” or “H”.
She was about forty-something. Very attractive without being a model. Shoulder length black hair and blue eyes. She wore comfortable riding clothes that look elegant on her.
The tight pants and boots enhanced a shapely lower body.
I got the impression that she was also pleased with what she saw in me.
She led me through the house to an ancient and beautiful garden where a group of about fifteen men and women were standing, chatting merrily with drinks in their hands.
She introduced me around a brought me a cup a good red wine. They were friendly and I was soon feeling comfortable.
The atmosphere was feisty and the conversation lively. It revolved mainly around sex and crucifixion, but not exclusively.
I was in a group with the Hostess when a good-looking woman came to her and said:
-I think it’s time I get changed H.
-If you think so Anne…
And nodding the Brunette, Anne, went into the house.
About fifteen minutes later she came back to the garden wearing just her shoes and a loincloth.
The group started to cheer and clap while Anne, a little flushed waved lively and curtsied.
She hanged a wooden tablet she had been holding in her hands from a hook on the wall, and went to join one of the groups taking a cup of wine somebody was offering her.
Seeing my surprise, the Hostess explained to me:
-She will be crucified later.
I just looked at her not knowing what to say, so she continued explaining with an amused look:
-I only give one of these parties when at least one member of the group let me know that want to volunteer.
Once here, if the person is still decided, changes in a loincloth and wait for the scheduled time.
Anne will be tied, whipped and will carry her cross to a nearby knoll at the other side of the wood – she said pointing to a dense group of trees that limited the garden – There she will be tied to her cross and stay there for a period that we will determine depending on several factors.
-What is what she hung on the wall? – I asked when I recovered a little from my surprise.
-Her titulum. While inside she signed some disclaimer of responsibility documents and wrote her titulum. It will be nailed on her cross above her head.
I could read it from where I stood:
I looked again at Anne. She had a beautiful body. The loincloth was composed of a rope around her narrow waist and a white cloth knotted to the rope at the front and the back. It went between her legs and her ass cheeks, taut over her sex modeling her slit.
The effect of such a scant clothing was to enhance her nakedness. She had a really sexy and kinky look.
Her breast had a nice shape and size and her nipples were hard and pointed. She was probably both aroused and frightened by the prospect of her impending ordeal.
-Ok, I am with you! – I hear a man exclaim while heading towards the house.
-I was sure she wouldn´t be alone on the cross today. She is too attractive for that. – the Hostess confided to me. – Once we take the crucified down, we bath them, apply some ointments on their skin and put them together in the same big bed. Still naked, of course. They usually sleep for about ten hours…and stay in bed for several more! – She finished with a lovely laugh.
The man returned soon and rejoined Anne once he hung his own titulum besides hers. He was in a similar loincloth and his erection was evident under the cloth. He put his arm around Anne´s waist and kissed her on her mouth with evident passion.
I observed the day´s events with astonishment and almost permanent erection.
After a while, the Hostess told Anne and the man, his name Bertrand, that it was time to start their crucifixion.
They crossed their arms at their backs and got their writs tied.
Then the whole group took a path into the wood with the two volunteers in the middle. The atmosphere was feisty and merry. The group talked to Anne and Bertrand in a relaxed and friendly way.
The level of arousal was increasing and when the group reached a clearing, I saw a big tree, an oak probably, with a rope hanging from a thick branch and ending in a metal hook.
Two wooden crosses were lying on the grass beyond the tree.
-We are here freely, to suffer for the pleasure of all of you- stated solemnly Anne facing the Hostess.
Them, without having to be told, they positioned themselves beneath the branch and the hook. Face to face. Their hands were released, only to be tied again; at the front this time, they raised their arms and inserted the rope inside the hook. With a pulley the hook was raised and their bodies, pressed now together, lifted until their feet were 20 centimeters out of the ground.
One man and one woman with leather whips on their hands, took position behind the hanging couple and started to whip them methodically. First thighs, asses and backs. Being so close made the lashes curled around both bodies often. Also, the way they shook when hit by the leather caused a lot of rubbing between the almost naked bodies and some of the moans and cries were, probably, not caused by pain.
After a while they were turned back to back and a second punishment applied.
Once released, they took the crosses and started to carry them further on the trail. I noticed the path was soft and well kept. The man, barefoot, was having no trouble walking on that surface.
The atmosphere was now more serious. Even more sexually charged, but the intensity of the humiliation and pleasures of the volunteers were increasing. They were getting closer to their crucifixion.
After a Via Crucis of about a kilometer the wood ended and started the short climb to a hill top.
Once in the summit the couple left the crosses on the ground and removed their loincloths. They were now totally naked. Anne had a neatly trimmed bush and her companion sported a rock-hard cock.
Since the beginning of this performance I also had a strong erection.
At every step the Hostess was silently consulted. Everybody deferred to her and she was clearly in charge.
At her signal. They were told to lie on the woods and with quick efficiency they were tied securely to the crosses and the tituli nailed over their heads.
Obviously, it wasn´t the first time they did this. Four persons took each cross raised them and with wooden wedges secured them in vertical position.
I looked at the crosses. It was an incredible scene. Ona man and a woman, both naked, tied to their crosses. Exhibited in shame and pain for the arousal and the pleasure of the audience. Me, among them.
But what really excited me it was the fact that it was clearly an exchange. I am not a sadist. I don´t get off with people´s suffering.
They were in pain, but also highly excited. They were enjoying the attention, the humiliation, the exhibition, the fact that they were offering sexual pleasure to their friends with their submission to the crosses.
They stayed hanging and twisting on their crosses for about two hours giving us and unforgettable show.
They were caressed and masturbated during the period and when their exhaustion was so great that they were almost unconscious they were lowered and taken to the house.
While witnessing the crucifixion, I felt a turmoil of emotions. I was, of course, excited but I was also tempted by the cross. My fantasies were just that, fantasies, until that moment. Now I had the chance of making them true. At least up to some extent, and I felt the temptation.
During the walk, back to the house an attractive and lively redhead explained to me, in confidence, that the Hostess wasn´t a rich business woman as I had guessed, but a cavalry full colonel in the Army. One of the youngest, a well-loved commander and a respected officer.
The estate was her family inheritance.
She also told me that several of the members were also officers and herself an active duty captain, serving directly under H.´s command.
After we reached the house we parted and I went home hornier than I had been for years!
Two weeks later, the Hostess extended another invitation to me for a another gathering.
Knowing now what to expect it was difficult for me to concentrate in anything for the rest of the week.
I was welcomed by the Hostess again and I was surprised by a mischievous light on her eyes and by the fact that she lightly kissed me on my mouth.
Like in the previous gathering I mingled wit the guest and didn’t realized that the Hostess was gone until she came out of the house clad in just shoes and a loincloth with a titulum on her hands.
The audience, as surprised as me, stood silent for a long instant before bursting in cries of approval and a standing ovation.
-About time! - somebody shouted.
H. raised her hands in amused acknowledgement and turned around to hang her tablet from the wall.
Was written on it.
I noticed that her bum was perfectly pear shaped. The cloth totally disappearing between her ass cheeks.
All her body was perfect and when she walked back to us her beautiful breast swaged seductively with pointed nipples.
My cock immediately jumped to attention. She had been on my mind since I met her and today, I would see her crucified!
She looked as elegant and confident as if she was in the opera in a cocktail dress, instead of almost naked and about to be scourged and crucified. I was rendered speechless by her sensual figure and her poise.
She talked merrily with several members before drifting towards me and pinning me with a very intense look.
-Would you care to join me in crucifixion? I would hate to do this alone. – She said to me with some doubt in her usually commanding eyes.
It took me some time to overcome my surprise.
-Will we be put in bed together after we are taken down? – I blurted out, the first it came to my mind.
-Certainly! In my bed, unless you refuse…- she answered shyly.
My cock jumped another notch while I said:
-Let me get changed. It won´t be a minute! – And I started for the house without looking back.
When I returned with my tablet and ready for the cross, I was received with the usual cheering. After hanging my tablet besides hers,
I joined the closest group, and received with a self-conscious smile several sorts of comments; ranging from appreciation to envy, passing through veiled contempt.
Some time later she came to me with two glasses of champagne, handed me one and we found ourselves alone.
-It is My first time, you know? -she started - I have been giving this parties for some time now, getting friends crucified. It has been always in the back of my mind that the fair thing to do, would be to offer myself one day.
Meeting you has somehow triggered my resolve. Your stories did greatly excited me and perhaps you are my Mr. Right.
I felt deeply flattered and incredibly happy. I also found her, for the first time, helpless; not in charge.
-I am terrified- she continued while lightly brushing my erection under my loincloth.
The situation was unreal. Here we were sharing a glass of champagne in this beautiful garden. In loincloth. I couldn’t decide where to look. Her breast were gorgeous, her pussy lips clearly outlined by the taut fabric, her blue eyes incredibly beautiful.
Here we were chatting idly while waiting for the moment when we will be tied, whipped and crucified.
It wasn’t really idle chat for neither of us.
-I need your support on this. – she continued with intensity.
-Do you wish to see me crucified naked in front of you?
-Absolutely!
-From your own cross?
-Yes!
-I will be there for you. And I it will be an arousing honor to be crucified with you.
-Thanks…really…- she softly answered.
Recovering immediately her poise she squeezed the bulge under my loincloth a little harder and asked mockingly:
-This is because of me, or because we are about to be crucified?
-Both I guess, but you, particularly dress like that, would be more than enough!
-Good. I want you to look at me on my cross naked and enjoy the show. Think that I will be there for you. Of course, the whole group will enjoy my crucifixion and that is part of my own pleasure. But I want you to look at me knowing that my reason to go through it, is to let you see me crucified.
I was, once again, rendered without words and incredibly excited by her words.
Apparently, she had instructed the lady that whipped Bertrand the last time to take charge, and before I could react, she signaled H.
-It is time to start, if you two are ready. - The woman, a big but attractive blonde said.
-Ok. I´m game! – H. said cheerfully while handing her champagne flute to somebody, turning towards the path and crossing her wrists at her back.
I did the same, placing my self at her side and thinking how gorgeous she was and how incredibly sexy. She kept smiling and I leaned forward and kissed her on her mouth while our hands were being tied.
We maintained our eyes looked.
During the following hours we didn’t say much, if anything at all, but we maintained eye contact most of the time. An eye contact full of meanings and highly exciting!
Somebody prompted H. to start walking by leashing her ass with a riding crop.
-Follow me! – She said winking at me and beginning to walk down the path. The path to the cross!
I did the same looking at her seductively swinging hips and telling my self that I would follow that ass up to the scaffold…or off to be crucified in this case!
Until that moment, even being almost naked, we had been still treated as equals, but from the moment we offered our hands to be tied, we had completed our submission. We were now theirs. Condemned to be crucified for their amusement. But that was arousing for us too.
In our sick minds the humiliation of being tied, naked and being taken to our ordeal was a strong feeling. In fact, the bulging if my penis pushing forward my loincloth betrayed my twisted condition and my eagerness to be sacrificed with H. for the sexual pleasure of our audience.
They were now openly commenting their anticipation and their lust.
-I have been looking forward to see that arrogant whore crucified for a long time! – a male voice said.
-Great boobs yes! I will love to see them bouncing on the cross! And I bet her cunt will be very wet when we see at last! – another male agreed.
-Look at the erection the dirty slave has. I bet it will last for some time when he is raised high on his wood! – a woman mocked me.
All the comments were clearly intended for us to hear.
We walked following the path deeper into the woods, the terrain rising slightly.
I look at her naked body and enjoyed the graceful movement of her bum. She had been told to maintain her tied hands a little aside so everybody could enjoy her rear view.
Her globes showing occasionally when she twisted a little to avoid a low branch.
We were walking naked and tied outdoors; among strangers.
The sensation was highly humiliating and incredibly erotic.
We soon reached the first clearing dominated by the whipping tree. Our crosses already waiting for us at the other side.
We positioned ourselves, face to face, under the hook.
One of the men and one of the women came to us deftly changed our wrists from being bound behind to the front.
For a long instant nobody said or did anything. I stood there motionless, looking at H.´s body, until her, taking the initiative, took a step forward, pressed her body against mine and inserted the rope binding her hands, in the hook. Moaning softly at the pleasure of feeling her body for the first time, I raised my hands also and put my rope in the hook too.
Apparently nobody was in a hurry, because we were left like that for some minutes.
I was totally delighted. H. skin felt soft and warm, her scent clean and feminine.
Her breasts pressing against my front. Our bellies together with my hot rod trapped in between with the cloth in between.
Her thighs against mine. Her eyes on my eyes and her face smiling...
Probably the pause they gave us also intended to let us think about what was about to happen to us. I was about to be to whipped and crucified in public!
I looked again at her face and now I see some doubt and fear mixed with the excitement.
The noise of a pulley over our heads brought us back from our reverie. The rope was being pulled, the hook was rising and with it our hands first and then our whole bodies.
Arms stretched, bodies pressed together, we soon were swinging slowly, hanging from the branch with our toes ten inches over the grass.
(To be continued?)
If you enjoy it, please do tell me!
Part 1 of 2
We had been exchanging messages for a couple of years through a Crux Forums conversation. She was one of the Staff Members and we learned that we lived not too far away from each other.
One day she surprised me with an invitation for a “crux lovers gathering” at her house. I readily accepted and she gave me her address.
When I arrived, not knowing what to expect, I realized it was a big estate. A beautiful ample house surrounded by quite an extension of land.
I was even more impressed by her. I will call her “The Hostess” or “H”.
She was about forty-something. Very attractive without being a model. Shoulder length black hair and blue eyes. She wore comfortable riding clothes that look elegant on her.
The tight pants and boots enhanced a shapely lower body.
I got the impression that she was also pleased with what she saw in me.
She led me through the house to an ancient and beautiful garden where a group of about fifteen men and women were standing, chatting merrily with drinks in their hands.
She introduced me around a brought me a cup a good red wine. They were friendly and I was soon feeling comfortable.
The atmosphere was feisty and the conversation lively. It revolved mainly around sex and crucifixion, but not exclusively.
I was in a group with the Hostess when a good-looking woman came to her and said:
-I think it’s time I get changed H.
-If you think so Anne…
And nodding the Brunette, Anne, went into the house.
About fifteen minutes later she came back to the garden wearing just her shoes and a loincloth.
The group started to cheer and clap while Anne, a little flushed waved lively and curtsied.
She hanged a wooden tablet she had been holding in her hands from a hook on the wall, and went to join one of the groups taking a cup of wine somebody was offering her.
Seeing my surprise, the Hostess explained to me:
-She will be crucified later.
I just looked at her not knowing what to say, so she continued explaining with an amused look:
-I only give one of these parties when at least one member of the group let me know that want to volunteer.
Once here, if the person is still decided, changes in a loincloth and wait for the scheduled time.
Anne will be tied, whipped and will carry her cross to a nearby knoll at the other side of the wood – she said pointing to a dense group of trees that limited the garden – There she will be tied to her cross and stay there for a period that we will determine depending on several factors.
-What is what she hung on the wall? – I asked when I recovered a little from my surprise.
-Her titulum. While inside she signed some disclaimer of responsibility documents and wrote her titulum. It will be nailed on her cross above her head.
I could read it from where I stood:
ANNE
Slut
Slut
I looked again at Anne. She had a beautiful body. The loincloth was composed of a rope around her narrow waist and a white cloth knotted to the rope at the front and the back. It went between her legs and her ass cheeks, taut over her sex modeling her slit.
The effect of such a scant clothing was to enhance her nakedness. She had a really sexy and kinky look.
Her breast had a nice shape and size and her nipples were hard and pointed. She was probably both aroused and frightened by the prospect of her impending ordeal.
-Ok, I am with you! – I hear a man exclaim while heading towards the house.
-I was sure she wouldn´t be alone on the cross today. She is too attractive for that. – the Hostess confided to me. – Once we take the crucified down, we bath them, apply some ointments on their skin and put them together in the same big bed. Still naked, of course. They usually sleep for about ten hours…and stay in bed for several more! – She finished with a lovely laugh.
The man returned soon and rejoined Anne once he hung his own titulum besides hers. He was in a similar loincloth and his erection was evident under the cloth. He put his arm around Anne´s waist and kissed her on her mouth with evident passion.
I observed the day´s events with astonishment and almost permanent erection.
After a while, the Hostess told Anne and the man, his name Bertrand, that it was time to start their crucifixion.
They crossed their arms at their backs and got their writs tied.
Then the whole group took a path into the wood with the two volunteers in the middle. The atmosphere was feisty and merry. The group talked to Anne and Bertrand in a relaxed and friendly way.
The level of arousal was increasing and when the group reached a clearing, I saw a big tree, an oak probably, with a rope hanging from a thick branch and ending in a metal hook.
Two wooden crosses were lying on the grass beyond the tree.
-We are here freely, to suffer for the pleasure of all of you- stated solemnly Anne facing the Hostess.
Them, without having to be told, they positioned themselves beneath the branch and the hook. Face to face. Their hands were released, only to be tied again; at the front this time, they raised their arms and inserted the rope inside the hook. With a pulley the hook was raised and their bodies, pressed now together, lifted until their feet were 20 centimeters out of the ground.
One man and one woman with leather whips on their hands, took position behind the hanging couple and started to whip them methodically. First thighs, asses and backs. Being so close made the lashes curled around both bodies often. Also, the way they shook when hit by the leather caused a lot of rubbing between the almost naked bodies and some of the moans and cries were, probably, not caused by pain.
After a while they were turned back to back and a second punishment applied.
Once released, they took the crosses and started to carry them further on the trail. I noticed the path was soft and well kept. The man, barefoot, was having no trouble walking on that surface.
The atmosphere was now more serious. Even more sexually charged, but the intensity of the humiliation and pleasures of the volunteers were increasing. They were getting closer to their crucifixion.
After a Via Crucis of about a kilometer the wood ended and started the short climb to a hill top.
Once in the summit the couple left the crosses on the ground and removed their loincloths. They were now totally naked. Anne had a neatly trimmed bush and her companion sported a rock-hard cock.
Since the beginning of this performance I also had a strong erection.
At every step the Hostess was silently consulted. Everybody deferred to her and she was clearly in charge.
At her signal. They were told to lie on the woods and with quick efficiency they were tied securely to the crosses and the tituli nailed over their heads.
Obviously, it wasn´t the first time they did this. Four persons took each cross raised them and with wooden wedges secured them in vertical position.
I looked at the crosses. It was an incredible scene. Ona man and a woman, both naked, tied to their crosses. Exhibited in shame and pain for the arousal and the pleasure of the audience. Me, among them.
But what really excited me it was the fact that it was clearly an exchange. I am not a sadist. I don´t get off with people´s suffering.
They were in pain, but also highly excited. They were enjoying the attention, the humiliation, the exhibition, the fact that they were offering sexual pleasure to their friends with their submission to the crosses.
They stayed hanging and twisting on their crosses for about two hours giving us and unforgettable show.
They were caressed and masturbated during the period and when their exhaustion was so great that they were almost unconscious they were lowered and taken to the house.
While witnessing the crucifixion, I felt a turmoil of emotions. I was, of course, excited but I was also tempted by the cross. My fantasies were just that, fantasies, until that moment. Now I had the chance of making them true. At least up to some extent, and I felt the temptation.
During the walk, back to the house an attractive and lively redhead explained to me, in confidence, that the Hostess wasn´t a rich business woman as I had guessed, but a cavalry full colonel in the Army. One of the youngest, a well-loved commander and a respected officer.
The estate was her family inheritance.
She also told me that several of the members were also officers and herself an active duty captain, serving directly under H.´s command.
After we reached the house we parted and I went home hornier than I had been for years!
Two weeks later, the Hostess extended another invitation to me for a another gathering.
Knowing now what to expect it was difficult for me to concentrate in anything for the rest of the week.
I was welcomed by the Hostess again and I was surprised by a mischievous light on her eyes and by the fact that she lightly kissed me on my mouth.
Like in the previous gathering I mingled wit the guest and didn’t realized that the Hostess was gone until she came out of the house clad in just shoes and a loincloth with a titulum on her hands.
The audience, as surprised as me, stood silent for a long instant before bursting in cries of approval and a standing ovation.
-About time! - somebody shouted.
H. raised her hands in amused acknowledgement and turned around to hang her tablet from the wall.
H.
Arrogant Mistress
&
Whore
Arrogant Mistress
&
Whore
Was written on it.
I noticed that her bum was perfectly pear shaped. The cloth totally disappearing between her ass cheeks.
All her body was perfect and when she walked back to us her beautiful breast swaged seductively with pointed nipples.
My cock immediately jumped to attention. She had been on my mind since I met her and today, I would see her crucified!
She looked as elegant and confident as if she was in the opera in a cocktail dress, instead of almost naked and about to be scourged and crucified. I was rendered speechless by her sensual figure and her poise.
She talked merrily with several members before drifting towards me and pinning me with a very intense look.
-Would you care to join me in crucifixion? I would hate to do this alone. – She said to me with some doubt in her usually commanding eyes.
It took me some time to overcome my surprise.
-Will we be put in bed together after we are taken down? – I blurted out, the first it came to my mind.
-Certainly! In my bed, unless you refuse…- she answered shyly.
My cock jumped another notch while I said:
-Let me get changed. It won´t be a minute! – And I started for the house without looking back.
When I returned with my tablet and ready for the cross, I was received with the usual cheering. After hanging my tablet besides hers,
Carlos
Masochist
Exhibitionist
Masochist
Exhibitionist
I joined the closest group, and received with a self-conscious smile several sorts of comments; ranging from appreciation to envy, passing through veiled contempt.
Some time later she came to me with two glasses of champagne, handed me one and we found ourselves alone.
-It is My first time, you know? -she started - I have been giving this parties for some time now, getting friends crucified. It has been always in the back of my mind that the fair thing to do, would be to offer myself one day.
Meeting you has somehow triggered my resolve. Your stories did greatly excited me and perhaps you are my Mr. Right.
I felt deeply flattered and incredibly happy. I also found her, for the first time, helpless; not in charge.
-I am terrified- she continued while lightly brushing my erection under my loincloth.
The situation was unreal. Here we were sharing a glass of champagne in this beautiful garden. In loincloth. I couldn’t decide where to look. Her breast were gorgeous, her pussy lips clearly outlined by the taut fabric, her blue eyes incredibly beautiful.
Here we were chatting idly while waiting for the moment when we will be tied, whipped and crucified.
It wasn’t really idle chat for neither of us.
-I need your support on this. – she continued with intensity.
-Do you wish to see me crucified naked in front of you?
-Absolutely!
-From your own cross?
-Yes!
-I will be there for you. And I it will be an arousing honor to be crucified with you.
-Thanks…really…- she softly answered.
Recovering immediately her poise she squeezed the bulge under my loincloth a little harder and asked mockingly:
-This is because of me, or because we are about to be crucified?
-Both I guess, but you, particularly dress like that, would be more than enough!
-Good. I want you to look at me on my cross naked and enjoy the show. Think that I will be there for you. Of course, the whole group will enjoy my crucifixion and that is part of my own pleasure. But I want you to look at me knowing that my reason to go through it, is to let you see me crucified.
I was, once again, rendered without words and incredibly excited by her words.
Apparently, she had instructed the lady that whipped Bertrand the last time to take charge, and before I could react, she signaled H.
-It is time to start, if you two are ready. - The woman, a big but attractive blonde said.
-Ok. I´m game! – H. said cheerfully while handing her champagne flute to somebody, turning towards the path and crossing her wrists at her back.
I did the same, placing my self at her side and thinking how gorgeous she was and how incredibly sexy. She kept smiling and I leaned forward and kissed her on her mouth while our hands were being tied.
We maintained our eyes looked.
During the following hours we didn’t say much, if anything at all, but we maintained eye contact most of the time. An eye contact full of meanings and highly exciting!
Somebody prompted H. to start walking by leashing her ass with a riding crop.
-Follow me! – She said winking at me and beginning to walk down the path. The path to the cross!
I did the same looking at her seductively swinging hips and telling my self that I would follow that ass up to the scaffold…or off to be crucified in this case!
Until that moment, even being almost naked, we had been still treated as equals, but from the moment we offered our hands to be tied, we had completed our submission. We were now theirs. Condemned to be crucified for their amusement. But that was arousing for us too.
In our sick minds the humiliation of being tied, naked and being taken to our ordeal was a strong feeling. In fact, the bulging if my penis pushing forward my loincloth betrayed my twisted condition and my eagerness to be sacrificed with H. for the sexual pleasure of our audience.
They were now openly commenting their anticipation and their lust.
-I have been looking forward to see that arrogant whore crucified for a long time! – a male voice said.
-Great boobs yes! I will love to see them bouncing on the cross! And I bet her cunt will be very wet when we see at last! – another male agreed.
-Look at the erection the dirty slave has. I bet it will last for some time when he is raised high on his wood! – a woman mocked me.
All the comments were clearly intended for us to hear.
We walked following the path deeper into the woods, the terrain rising slightly.
I look at her naked body and enjoyed the graceful movement of her bum. She had been told to maintain her tied hands a little aside so everybody could enjoy her rear view.
Her globes showing occasionally when she twisted a little to avoid a low branch.
We were walking naked and tied outdoors; among strangers.
The sensation was highly humiliating and incredibly erotic.
We soon reached the first clearing dominated by the whipping tree. Our crosses already waiting for us at the other side.
We positioned ourselves, face to face, under the hook.
One of the men and one of the women came to us deftly changed our wrists from being bound behind to the front.
For a long instant nobody said or did anything. I stood there motionless, looking at H.´s body, until her, taking the initiative, took a step forward, pressed her body against mine and inserted the rope binding her hands, in the hook. Moaning softly at the pleasure of feeling her body for the first time, I raised my hands also and put my rope in the hook too.
Apparently nobody was in a hurry, because we were left like that for some minutes.
I was totally delighted. H. skin felt soft and warm, her scent clean and feminine.
Her breasts pressing against my front. Our bellies together with my hot rod trapped in between with the cloth in between.
Her thighs against mine. Her eyes on my eyes and her face smiling...
Probably the pause they gave us also intended to let us think about what was about to happen to us. I was about to be to whipped and crucified in public!
I looked again at her face and now I see some doubt and fear mixed with the excitement.
The noise of a pulley over our heads brought us back from our reverie. The rope was being pulled, the hook was rising and with it our hands first and then our whole bodies.
Arms stretched, bodies pressed together, we soon were swinging slowly, hanging from the branch with our toes ten inches over the grass.
(To be continued?)
