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Chapter 11: Whipped on the Cross
Maia
I screamed when the first stroke of the whip struck my right breast. Gods, the pain! It was like having a red-hot nail driven into it, burning pain that radiated from the deep reddish-purple swelling where the whip hit me, throbbing! On top of that, the shock of it made me jerk and pull against the nails before I had a chance to catch myself. I managed to grab what breath I could, and let it out in a moan.
“Not as much fun when it’s being done to you, is it?” Licinus asked, laughing at my shocked reaction.
I stared at him. I’d been terrified when he was tying me up, the way he’d tied Amara the day before, knowing what it meant. I didn’t realize how badly that damned sedile would hurt when he jerked the ropes tight and jammed it into the top of my butt crack.
I screamed again, saw stars when the next stroke left a purple welt on my breast, this one on the other side of my nipple. Gods, it was worse than twice as painful!
The rope around my hips ran only a couple of inches above the top of my pussy in front, cut into the sides of my hips, it was so tight. It took most of the weight off of my arms, so I could get short, gasping breaths. Not as much as I wanted, but enough to keep most of the panic down.
There was no way I could shift my hips at all, not in any direction, like they were in a vise! My pussy was a stationary target for his whip, no doubt about it. And my breasts, nothing I could do, nothing at all.
“Owwwoooo! Ow! Ow!” Another stroke, circling my nipple! Shit that hurts!
And then he’d pulled my knees out to the sides and tied them, no way to protect myself. I’d see it coming and nothing, nothing I could do to avoid it. There was that thing I’d heard somebody say in that weird dream,
'Cause once you're mine, once you're mine
There's no going back
My head was swimming with the agony and lack of breath.
Can’t ever go back, that’s for sure. I’ll die on this cross today. Gods, my wrists are throbbing, the nails pulling at my wounds, so tired! Before he tied me I was just hanging and suffering for so long before I could find the strength to raise myself. Hardly worth it, couldn’t stay up more than a few seconds it seemed like before my legs would give out. Tried to sit on the sedile, but my pussy is so bruised from two days of it I could hardly stand that either.
So much pain, the cross is all about pain, never-ending pain.
And this is what I wanted. I had to have it, to die on my own terms. It will end tonight.
“Owwwwwww!”
“So is your pussy dripping yet?” Licinus asked, laughing as he drew his whip back for the next stroke.
Somehow, I knew what was coming before the stroke came. I heard the crack of the whip just before I felt it strike my right nipple, and I was screaming and screaming, and my vision began to darken.
I must have fainted. My right breast was on fire, my nipple was swollen and purple. And I knew he wasn’t finished with that one yet. He might even pop that nipple again several times until it finally exploded in a spatter of blood.
My pussy would be worse.
Joe
“Now what in hell do you suppose that’s about?” I asked. cat had been moaning and babbling for no reason that we could see, then she gave out an agonized scream that got us all on our feet.
“No idea!” Doc said. “My God, the pain! It spiked way up, and now… it’s dissipating, but not all the way back to where it was. Her pulse rate is way up, respiration too. Something is happening to her, something in her reality, not in ours.
“And her fear, she’s scared shitless, and that ramped up for minutes before, then shot up in the seconds before that spike of pain. Whatever it was, she saw it coming! And it’s happening again!”
cat shrieked again just then, making us all jump.
“Shit!” I said, “What do we do?”
“We watch her, we monitor her,” Doc said, “we have everything ready if we have to get her down in a hurry. We do that if we have to.”
“Doc, she wanted this so badly!” I said, “If she doesn’t get her twenty-four hours no matter what the reason is, she’s going to drive me nuts to do this all over again!”
Another scream left us shaken.
“Got some news for you,” Doc said, “if she gets her twenty-four hours this time, she’ll want to do two days, then three days, on and on. She’s insatiable, somebody said.”
“I have an idea,” Andrew said. Doc and I turned to look at him.
“It’ll probably sound silly,” he said.
“What the hell, Andrew, nobody else even has a silly idea!” Doc said. “What do you think?”
“Well, everything looks ok, but her vitals, brain activity, everything, cycles up and down in ways we can’t account for from what we’re observing. I’ve been thinking about that and I have a theory.” Andrew replied.
cat screamed again, and once again we all jumped.
“I don’t know if I can stand this guys!” Jim said. He looked scared and shaken, but then so did the rest of us. “I might… I might have to step out, just for a minute!”
I nodded my understanding to him. “You do whatever you need to, Jim, we’ve got this. Just like anytime you leave, tag your backup, that’s Dave, and let him know.”
“Let me see your tablet, Doc,” Andrew said. Doc handed it to him. Andrew scrolled through several screens then pointed to something on one of the earlier ones. “Now look at her brain scan graph and, here, let’s superimpose her vitals on that, too, from the first hour she was on the cross.
“Everything cycles up and down, and it all tracks, like you’d expect if she was actively raising and lowering on the cross. And see these wide cycles? Those correlate with the video of her raising and lowering on the cross in real time.”
“That’s true…” Doc said, studying the graph. “But these others…”
“Yeah,” Andrew said, “these others don’t correlate with anything we can see. But look at the shape of them, about the same peak levels, but they rise and fall in a much shorter period of time. Like they’re compressed. And you see two or three of these narrow ones, that have a short duration, in between the longer ones, the ones that fit with what we can see.”
“Right,” I said, “so you have an idea why?”
“You ever see that movie ‘Inception’?” He asked, still staring at the tablet’s screen, looking at the graphs.
“Sure! The one with Leonardo Dicaprio, where all this stuff was happening in their dreams, and they were able to control it somehow? Link up with each other?”
“Yeah, that’s the one,” Andrew replied. “That’s what’s known as ‘Lucid Dreaming’, where you recognize that you’re in a dream and you’re able to control it like that.”
“Holy shit!” Doc said. “Holy shit, that makes sense! That fits!”
I was struggling to relate that movie to cat. “What fits?”
Andrew said, “If you remember, when they went into their dreams, dreams within dreams, and so on, their perception of time sped up. Things that they perceived as taking an hour, for example, in reality were compressed into a few minutes. It’s called time dilation.”
“So wait a minute,” I said, “you think maybe cat is experiencing her alternate reality at a faster rate than our true reality?”
Andrew nodded, “I think that’s the reason everything cycles up and down in these tight loops that we’re seeing. That would also explain why we see her respiration distress ramp up during the periods between these cycles. See? It goes up to a point, then her fear spikes. She’s panicking there because she feels like she can’t breathe.”
Andrew continued, “In the reality her mind sees, she’s struggling to raise herself, fighting to hold herself up, then having to lower herself, which would drive her heart rate up, keep it up for a bit, then let it taper off when she was hanging passively.”
“Shit!” Doc said, doing the calculation, “Three times as fast…”
“Yeah,” Andrew said, “That’s what I’d estimate. All of this stuff is happening about three times as fast as what we see her doing physically.”
“Damn, Andrew, good thinking!” Doc said, “I should have seen that!”
“So, let me get this straight, you think she’s experienced three times as much time on the cross as what we’ve seen her go through here?” I said. “But it’s almost three a.m., so she’s been on the cross now for twenty hours or so, which means…”
Doc looked at me. “Which means that she’s been nailed to a cross in her alternate reality for two and a half days,” he said.
I gaped at him, confused, trying to grasp what he was saying and what it meant.
“I may be wrong,” Andrew shrugged.
“But if you’re right…” I said, “if you’re right, what does it mean? We can see her right there, and Doc, her vitals and her brain scans say she’s ok…”
“Her body’s ok,” Doc said, looking at cat with concern, “her brain is working ok, but what about her mind?”
I realized what he meant. “People died on a Roman cross in two or three days, sometimes more… In her reality, does she believe she’s on the point of death?”
Everybody looked at each other.
“I can’t say what she believes, but she sure doesn’t act like she’s on the point of death. Not if she’s screaming like that,” Doc said. “If she was that far gone, she’d be literally too exhausted to scream any more, much less scream powerfully the way she’s been doing.”
As if to reinforce the point, we all jumped yet again as cat let out yet another loud, blood-curdling scream, followed by several screams one after another. Whatever was happening to her, it really hurt.
“Whatever that is, her mind has to be creating it. It’s her fantasy playing out,” Doc said, “her body isn’t actually being injured, but I can see that her brain is registering a hell of a lot of pain!”
I looked around at the rest of our group. Quite a few of them were missing, and the rest had a frazzled look, their endurance wearing thin. I didn’t think any of them had simply left without letting anyone know. They were probably all outside at the showers and otherwise unwinding before they returned.
“So if her time is running three times as fast as ours, does that mean that we’re only seeing a third of what she’s experiencing right now?” I wondered, knowing that there was no answer to that.
“She’s being tortured right now,” Doc said. “Look at the way her butt cheeks are clenched! That’s a reaction to something someone is doing to her, probably some kind of sexual torture.”
“I was a little sleepy earlier,” I said, “but I’m sure not now. God almighty, these screams are hard to take! Ok, this is her fantasy. If we can, we ought to let it play out. Let’s watch her, make sure she’s got plenty to drink as usual. It’s only four more hours.”
“Or twelve…” Andrew said.
Maia
I screamed when the first stroke of the whip struck my right breast. Gods, the pain! It was like having a red-hot nail driven into it, burning pain that radiated from the deep reddish-purple swelling where the whip hit me, throbbing! On top of that, the shock of it made me jerk and pull against the nails before I had a chance to catch myself. I managed to grab what breath I could, and let it out in a moan.
“Not as much fun when it’s being done to you, is it?” Licinus asked, laughing at my shocked reaction.
I stared at him. I’d been terrified when he was tying me up, the way he’d tied Amara the day before, knowing what it meant. I didn’t realize how badly that damned sedile would hurt when he jerked the ropes tight and jammed it into the top of my butt crack.
I screamed again, saw stars when the next stroke left a purple welt on my breast, this one on the other side of my nipple. Gods, it was worse than twice as painful!
The rope around my hips ran only a couple of inches above the top of my pussy in front, cut into the sides of my hips, it was so tight. It took most of the weight off of my arms, so I could get short, gasping breaths. Not as much as I wanted, but enough to keep most of the panic down.
There was no way I could shift my hips at all, not in any direction, like they were in a vise! My pussy was a stationary target for his whip, no doubt about it. And my breasts, nothing I could do, nothing at all.
“Owwwoooo! Ow! Ow!” Another stroke, circling my nipple! Shit that hurts!
And then he’d pulled my knees out to the sides and tied them, no way to protect myself. I’d see it coming and nothing, nothing I could do to avoid it. There was that thing I’d heard somebody say in that weird dream,
'Cause once you're mine, once you're mine
There's no going back
My head was swimming with the agony and lack of breath.
Can’t ever go back, that’s for sure. I’ll die on this cross today. Gods, my wrists are throbbing, the nails pulling at my wounds, so tired! Before he tied me I was just hanging and suffering for so long before I could find the strength to raise myself. Hardly worth it, couldn’t stay up more than a few seconds it seemed like before my legs would give out. Tried to sit on the sedile, but my pussy is so bruised from two days of it I could hardly stand that either.
So much pain, the cross is all about pain, never-ending pain.
And this is what I wanted. I had to have it, to die on my own terms. It will end tonight.
“Owwwwwww!”
“So is your pussy dripping yet?” Licinus asked, laughing as he drew his whip back for the next stroke.
Somehow, I knew what was coming before the stroke came. I heard the crack of the whip just before I felt it strike my right nipple, and I was screaming and screaming, and my vision began to darken.
I must have fainted. My right breast was on fire, my nipple was swollen and purple. And I knew he wasn’t finished with that one yet. He might even pop that nipple again several times until it finally exploded in a spatter of blood.
My pussy would be worse.
Joe
“Now what in hell do you suppose that’s about?” I asked. cat had been moaning and babbling for no reason that we could see, then she gave out an agonized scream that got us all on our feet.
“No idea!” Doc said. “My God, the pain! It spiked way up, and now… it’s dissipating, but not all the way back to where it was. Her pulse rate is way up, respiration too. Something is happening to her, something in her reality, not in ours.
“And her fear, she’s scared shitless, and that ramped up for minutes before, then shot up in the seconds before that spike of pain. Whatever it was, she saw it coming! And it’s happening again!”
cat shrieked again just then, making us all jump.
“Shit!” I said, “What do we do?”
“We watch her, we monitor her,” Doc said, “we have everything ready if we have to get her down in a hurry. We do that if we have to.”
“Doc, she wanted this so badly!” I said, “If she doesn’t get her twenty-four hours no matter what the reason is, she’s going to drive me nuts to do this all over again!”
Another scream left us shaken.
“Got some news for you,” Doc said, “if she gets her twenty-four hours this time, she’ll want to do two days, then three days, on and on. She’s insatiable, somebody said.”
“I have an idea,” Andrew said. Doc and I turned to look at him.
“It’ll probably sound silly,” he said.
“What the hell, Andrew, nobody else even has a silly idea!” Doc said. “What do you think?”
“Well, everything looks ok, but her vitals, brain activity, everything, cycles up and down in ways we can’t account for from what we’re observing. I’ve been thinking about that and I have a theory.” Andrew replied.
cat screamed again, and once again we all jumped.
“I don’t know if I can stand this guys!” Jim said. He looked scared and shaken, but then so did the rest of us. “I might… I might have to step out, just for a minute!”
I nodded my understanding to him. “You do whatever you need to, Jim, we’ve got this. Just like anytime you leave, tag your backup, that’s Dave, and let him know.”
“Let me see your tablet, Doc,” Andrew said. Doc handed it to him. Andrew scrolled through several screens then pointed to something on one of the earlier ones. “Now look at her brain scan graph and, here, let’s superimpose her vitals on that, too, from the first hour she was on the cross.
“Everything cycles up and down, and it all tracks, like you’d expect if she was actively raising and lowering on the cross. And see these wide cycles? Those correlate with the video of her raising and lowering on the cross in real time.”
“That’s true…” Doc said, studying the graph. “But these others…”
“Yeah,” Andrew said, “these others don’t correlate with anything we can see. But look at the shape of them, about the same peak levels, but they rise and fall in a much shorter period of time. Like they’re compressed. And you see two or three of these narrow ones, that have a short duration, in between the longer ones, the ones that fit with what we can see.”
“Right,” I said, “so you have an idea why?”
“You ever see that movie ‘Inception’?” He asked, still staring at the tablet’s screen, looking at the graphs.
“Sure! The one with Leonardo Dicaprio, where all this stuff was happening in their dreams, and they were able to control it somehow? Link up with each other?”
“Yeah, that’s the one,” Andrew replied. “That’s what’s known as ‘Lucid Dreaming’, where you recognize that you’re in a dream and you’re able to control it like that.”
“Holy shit!” Doc said. “Holy shit, that makes sense! That fits!”
I was struggling to relate that movie to cat. “What fits?”
Andrew said, “If you remember, when they went into their dreams, dreams within dreams, and so on, their perception of time sped up. Things that they perceived as taking an hour, for example, in reality were compressed into a few minutes. It’s called time dilation.”
“So wait a minute,” I said, “you think maybe cat is experiencing her alternate reality at a faster rate than our true reality?”
Andrew nodded, “I think that’s the reason everything cycles up and down in these tight loops that we’re seeing. That would also explain why we see her respiration distress ramp up during the periods between these cycles. See? It goes up to a point, then her fear spikes. She’s panicking there because she feels like she can’t breathe.”
Andrew continued, “In the reality her mind sees, she’s struggling to raise herself, fighting to hold herself up, then having to lower herself, which would drive her heart rate up, keep it up for a bit, then let it taper off when she was hanging passively.”
“Shit!” Doc said, doing the calculation, “Three times as fast…”
“Yeah,” Andrew said, “That’s what I’d estimate. All of this stuff is happening about three times as fast as what we see her doing physically.”
“Damn, Andrew, good thinking!” Doc said, “I should have seen that!”
“So, let me get this straight, you think she’s experienced three times as much time on the cross as what we’ve seen her go through here?” I said. “But it’s almost three a.m., so she’s been on the cross now for twenty hours or so, which means…”
Doc looked at me. “Which means that she’s been nailed to a cross in her alternate reality for two and a half days,” he said.
I gaped at him, confused, trying to grasp what he was saying and what it meant.
“I may be wrong,” Andrew shrugged.
“But if you’re right…” I said, “if you’re right, what does it mean? We can see her right there, and Doc, her vitals and her brain scans say she’s ok…”
“Her body’s ok,” Doc said, looking at cat with concern, “her brain is working ok, but what about her mind?”
I realized what he meant. “People died on a Roman cross in two or three days, sometimes more… In her reality, does she believe she’s on the point of death?”
Everybody looked at each other.
“I can’t say what she believes, but she sure doesn’t act like she’s on the point of death. Not if she’s screaming like that,” Doc said. “If she was that far gone, she’d be literally too exhausted to scream any more, much less scream powerfully the way she’s been doing.”
As if to reinforce the point, we all jumped yet again as cat let out yet another loud, blood-curdling scream, followed by several screams one after another. Whatever was happening to her, it really hurt.
“Whatever that is, her mind has to be creating it. It’s her fantasy playing out,” Doc said, “her body isn’t actually being injured, but I can see that her brain is registering a hell of a lot of pain!”
I looked around at the rest of our group. Quite a few of them were missing, and the rest had a frazzled look, their endurance wearing thin. I didn’t think any of them had simply left without letting anyone know. They were probably all outside at the showers and otherwise unwinding before they returned.
“So if her time is running three times as fast as ours, does that mean that we’re only seeing a third of what she’s experiencing right now?” I wondered, knowing that there was no answer to that.
“She’s being tortured right now,” Doc said. “Look at the way her butt cheeks are clenched! That’s a reaction to something someone is doing to her, probably some kind of sexual torture.”
“I was a little sleepy earlier,” I said, “but I’m sure not now. God almighty, these screams are hard to take! Ok, this is her fantasy. If we can, we ought to let it play out. Let’s watch her, make sure she’s got plenty to drink as usual. It’s only four more hours.”
“Or twelve…” Andrew said.
